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Post by Jareth Devereux on Mar 5, 2007 4:22:28 GMT -1
Smiling, he came up til he was right in front of her. She was beautiful, there was no doubt there. And the cold that followed her only intrigued him more. Cupping her face, he leaned in, lips brushing over her earlobe as he spoke.
"Vraiment ? Je pense que je vous ai montré beaucoup d'autres formes de perfection." His other hand traveled over her corset, pressing ever so gently on her stomach. "Dans les coins profonds et sombres de la nuit." Turning his face towards her more, his lips wrapped over her earlobe tugging on it gently, sucking on it.
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Post by Helena Contier on Mar 5, 2007 4:37:58 GMT -1
Her eyes fallowing him, connecting for only a moment with his until they shot back down, as if she was showing her fleeting emotions. But she closed them as he leaned in, his cold yet warm hands cupped her face, his lips brushing softly over her earlobe, sending a shudder from her lips.
"Jareth..." She muttered softly, whispering in the night. His hand traveled the length of her corsette, his hand on her stomach lightly, only made her shiver a little more. His sharp teeth were light on her tender, cold flesh. Her delicate fingers traced up his chest, running along the clothe that cover his defined chest they barely touched him.
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Post by Jareth Devereux on Mar 5, 2007 4:59:54 GMT -1
This wasn't right and he sure as hell shouldn't be getting caught up with her again. But he pulled back, his forehead touching hers. His hands both went to her side and traveled down her waist, her hips, over her back side to her thighs. Hauling her against him, he pulled her up and walked forward til her back crashed into the wall.
"Je veux vous violer." He spoke, staring deep into her eyes. Leaning in, he kissed her along her throat. Along where the main pulse that carried her life would have been. His teeth grazed over her skin and he sucked on it. Gripping her thighs tighter, he pulled himself even closer if that was possible. Lifting his head, he whispered again. "Je veux vous pénétrer" He ran his tongue along her jaw, kissing her.
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Post by Helena Contier on Mar 5, 2007 5:22:29 GMT -1
She promised she would refuse to be caught up in wrath, in passion, in lust, in vanity and in love. But his scent, his touch, the cold warmth that shrouded him along with the darkness, drove her mad with lust and so much more. So long had she waited for a mans touch, their breath warm on her frozen pale skin, their lips on hers.
His hands roamed her covered skin, down her back side, her thighs, pushing her along until her back was driven to the wall, the pressure of his body covering hers as they stopped moving. His lips traveled her jaw, her open flesh, his teeth grazing over where a thriving pulse once resided. "Me prouver le à perfection" She whispered. His hands groped tighter at her thighs. "Me prouver la à convoitise" He moved closer to her, his body molded to hers. "Me prouver la violer."
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Post by Jareth Devereux on Mar 5, 2007 5:34:54 GMT -1
Since she was already pinned to the wall. He didn't have to support her legs anymore. So he freed her thighs, keeping her pinned against the brick. His hand found both of hers and pinned them roughly above her head. His other trailed down her neck and over her collar bone, her chest. All the way back down to her waist.
"And then what? Leave you here to writhe on the ground?" His lips finally found hers and it was the closest to heaven he could ever be allowed. Closing his eyes, his head tilted and so did his lips on her. Kissing her deeply, he used his tongue to spread her lip and in it darted.
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Post by Helena Contier on Mar 5, 2007 5:50:48 GMT -1
Her head feel against the wall, her lips parted her eyes tightly shut. The power he had over her was close, controlled, unbelievable. His hands moved, from her thighs to her hands, forcing them above her head, pressing to the wall. Her head moved forwards as hid other hand roamed the front of her body, shivers erupting through her, a sensation forming, one that she had not felt for so many years. Thoughts exploded, a few words escaped from her in a breathless, anxious tone "Free me..." She never spoke to one in such a way, but in her eyes it was worth it. To let someone free her.
She could have said more, but silenced again by the touch of his lips to hers, for once hse felt no pain, only pleasure. Her eyes remained closed as she felt his head move, his tongue parting her lips entering her. Almost instantly her own went to greet his, brushing softly and timidly against it.
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Post by Jareth Devereux on Mar 6, 2007 5:35:02 GMT -1
Bringing his other hand up, he held her wrists with both hands. Running his fingers down her arms, digging them into her flesh, he dragged them down her arms. Growling into her mouth, he managed to pull away. His eyes met hers and now he justed brushed his lips over hers, teasing her.
"Takes us home." He whispered against her lips. Closing his eyes again, he kissed her again and pushed her back against the wall. The corset was too tight and he wished to run his hands under the cloth but it was a problem. But his hands did encircle her waist, holding her tight.
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Post by Helena Contier on Mar 6, 2007 5:51:09 GMT -1
She continued to shudder beneath his touch, his finger tips dragging over her skin, pressure applied, chills spreading farther and faster. She pushed back into the kiss, her lips adding pressure to him, her tongue roaming to his. Ii was when he pulled awway, was when her eyes slowly begn to dift open again, a comand broke the silence between them. She only nodded, caught again in mid kiss she concentrated to the manor, to his dormitory and his lair.
Their bodies in one, shimmering from the night covered alley to the barely lighten room of his, upon his manor. Still and quiet she felt their balance shift once more, wraping her legs around him to keep herself up she did not break the kiss.
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Post by Jareth Devereux on Mar 6, 2007 6:07:44 GMT -1
He walked towards the bed, holding her up still. His arms had settled back to hold her up by his hand on her ass. Dropping her down onto the bed, he broke the kiss, only to leave a trail along her jaws then down her neck. But when he pulled away from her, he shrugged off the trench. It almost seemed to unfair but if she wanted this, he'd give it to her.
Reaching out, he removed the various clips from her hair, dropping them on the floor. His hand reached out and he tipped her chin up, starting to kiss down her neck. Brushing his other hand through her hair, he combed it out with his fingers. But when he pulled away, he stared down at her with a smile.
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Post by Helena Contier on Mar 6, 2007 6:24:02 GMT -1
She felt him moving the two of them towards the bed, he held her up by his hands firmly on her bottom. It was not long before he had dropped her swiftly atop the bed, she bounced briefly but stopped with in a few moments. The kiss was broken again, he had begun to remove his coat, and clips that held her hair loosely. He began to kiss along her jaw line and neck, his hand combing through her soft blonde hair, his fingers to snagging on a single tangle.
She brought her hands up, running down the length of his chest they stopped on his abs as she gazed up, upon his face, a smile that spread. It made her curious, it madder lips part into a small visible smile that only he had ever seen. “And what is it that you have to smile about Jareth?” quietly she spoke, playfulness erupting from her voice.
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Post by Jareth Devereux on Mar 14, 2007 4:53:36 GMT -1
Her eyes found his and he realized he was staring. Though when she spoke, she jarred his thoughts. "Shouldn't you be saying Monsieur?" He asked, chuckling quietly to himself. "And to answer your question, I have a lot to smile about. I am a highly profitable master vampire with a beautiful woman in my bed. I see no reason to frown." Undoing the buttons of his shirt, he slowly pulled his arms free. There was nothing new about the two of them being together. Of course, it had been a few years since they'd been this close, but he had no hate against her. She was strong and had so much fight in her, that it was hard to ignore his attraction to her.
Dropping the shirt to the floor. Leaning in again, he cupped her face gently. Lips found hers as he angled his own, so as to have the ability to capture her lower lip between his own. He sucked and the pale, pink flesh. His other hand started for her back. He found the ribbon and undid it, slowly pulling the lacing out of her corset. He longed to sink his teeth into her soft flesh, yet to drink her blood would be the end of him. But he did attack her lips with such a force, he was lucky he didn't knick them yet.
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Post by Helena Contier on Mar 14, 2007 5:31:00 GMT -1
She let her lips fall into a playful frown, punning back words of amusement and play. “I thought you and I were closer than that? To be on first name to first name.” Her lips were brought back to a soft and gentle smile at the sound of his chuckling. Ever for one of the dead, her smiles could still be soft and sweet. “And I suppose you would have no reason.” She added, the playfulness ringing through her heavy French accent. She watched him slowly, unbuttoning his cotton shirt until he was freed of it.
No longer had she need to wait for another kiss that drove a feeling through her numbness. His lips found hers, attacking them in another of his kisses, a kiss she had longed to feel again. The only thought lingering in her mind was of the possibilities of poisoning him with her own blood, the thought scared her, it usually had shied her away from him. The attraction between them was strong, she knew it, he knew it, the others knew it. But there it was again, the force of his lips to hers, his hand undoing the lace that bound her to her dark clothing, the attraction, lust, and fear.
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Post by Jareth Devereux on Mar 14, 2007 5:47:51 GMT -1
The fear resenated off of her. It was think in the air and it could taste it at the back of his tongue. Like it was a heavy liquid, but not something unpleasent. She wasn't afraid of him. Afraid of being with him maybe, hurting him or herself. Though her reason for thinking she'd hurt him? It was unknown to him. The corset came free and he tossed it across the room. Pulling back, his hands skimmed down over her shoulders, fingertips touching oh so lightly. They explored every inch of her explosed flesh. Reaching for her waist, he picked her up and moved her higher up on the bed.
His knees hit the mattress and he climbed up after her. The whole bed was red satin with the canopy of black lace around it. Very cliche, he'd been told. Then again, Riley always finding reasons to make smartass remarks. His hands were placed on either side of her, holding himself above her. Slowly he lowered his body down. Naked flesh molded against one another. Digits plunged into her hair and his lips found hers again. Gnawing, pulling, sucking, all the wet meetings of two passionate people. His tongue dove into her mouth, brushing and carrasing her own. Hips still clothed in trousers, ground down into hers, pinning them to the bed forcefully.
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Post by Helena Contier on Mar 14, 2007 6:08:45 GMT -1
She knew he had felt her fear, but he had done nothing to show it. The only thing he had shown was his attraction towards her, his own passion and the ability to quickly free her of her own heavy corset. She felt some what lighter, feeling able to breath a little better even if she had no need to.
His fingers once more, tender over her soft pale skin sent chills deeply through her, rough hands at her waist lifting her higher on the silk sheets that she simply adored. For another brief moment they were no longer close, her eyes darting to meet his, her expression seeming plain was yet full of mixed emotions all of which she had rarely expressed; only was she with him had she ever. It was then she felt him atop her, fingers through her hair, lips to hers, tongue fighting with hers in passionate strikes. As his hips had pinned her, she still had lifted a hand, brushing down along side of his back her willowy fingers caressed over his flesh. Reaching for his waist her fingers were eager for his belt, sending signals to ease up upon pressure to allow her access.
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Post by Jareth Devereux on Mar 22, 2007 22:06:31 GMT -1
Heavy drapes hid the setting sun. They'd fallen asleep some time before sun rise. Though with his window treatments, you'd never know what time of day it would be. Soft silk sheets covered his lower torso. Except for the dark pair of boxers, the rest of his body was left naked to the eye.
He lay, sleeping away the late afternoon. Beside him, curled up at his side, was his dark angel. It was a surprise how long she actually stayed. It had been so long since they'd be together. Last time he saw her, they'd spent the night together, fought in the early evening and she left him. Then last night he came to her, looking for help, only to find that she was in his bed again. Funny how things turned out sometimes.
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