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roe <369.246.153.243Posted On April 11, 2017 at 8:47 PM by sunii

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He gets it. I promise he does.

His flesh is warm, heated from the touch and the friction between them. So when her cold slap slides across his face like a whip it comes like a shockwave. Blood forms in his mouth as his teeth bite down on that tongue of his. He invites the pain eagerly, willing to add it onto the rest of it that flows across his battered flesh in waves. It is sudden, that he is below her and she on top. His lips curl, teeth flashing at this change that has so suddenly occurred. His arms are tight above his head, her little grasp tying him down like silver chains. His cold gaze is striking, the crazed fog lifting from him as he watches emotion after emotion flit across her features.

This was wrong of him, to lose himself in such a blood craze. She is not like the others he destroys and torments, she is more, so much more and he ruined it.

No surprise there.

He can understand the estranged look in his eyes for he feels it deep within. This fear of vulnerability and weakness for a being he knows nothing about. They grow silent, his chest heaving with exertion from the mini battle raising inside. He isn’t meant for shit like this. It was already far too complicated. He could be done with it all, leave her to her own demise. Yet look what good that did to him. Being away from her for a day had brought the voices back in a raging fury and to be honest, that was the cause of his rage unleashed in the pub earlier that got him in this mess to begin with.

They breathe in rhythm, locked in this mental war with their own personal selves and each other. Though he was more experienced in the physical aspects, he was just as naive in everything else. It is when she slides away from him that his body follows, his upper half rising with the help of his newly freed hands as he pushes himself up. Wounds clench with the effort and he grits his teeth against the pain. Forearm comes to rest on bended knee, the other leg bent on the earth as he leans over, spitting out the fresh blood in his mouth to taint the earth further. It is when she flings herself back at him wildly, her voice snapping in his mind like fire as her thin finger jams into his chest that he swivels his head to face her, hands raising in surrender as eyes ignite like lightening. She doesn’t get it, none of it and maybe he shouldn’t but his lips slide into a twisted smile. “i only ever do what you want me to do.” such a slick remark at a dangerous time like this, but his walls are back up, his soul guarded for he cannot admit he is just as confused and destroyed by this as she is.

In all honesty he doesn’t know what he is doing, or worse, why. It just feels….right with a hint of wrongness about him that is enough to keep him going in this madness that is them.

He is shoved again, upper body falling back on the grass as he lets out a massive breath of exasperation. His eyes close, forearm moving to cover his face, leaving only his lips and beard for her view. He can feel her pacing, her heated passion and confusion rushing off of her in waves. His own body he wills to calm down, the viking tired of not being in control of himself whether it be the blood lust or her, it was stressful to say the least.

It is her next question that has his forearm lifting slightly as one clear eye comes to peek out at the raging beast before him. It is brief and his eyes close again, covering his weary gaze from her as another massive breath flows. Is this what it was like? Being with someone? He should go back to hookers in dive bars. But they would never satisfy him as much as her mere touches do. Yuck. “a lot.” is his reply, though he already knows she won’t be content with that. Other hand comes to scratch in his beard, frustration brewing at the secret he was no longer able to hide. “you want me to start with me leaving you? It must have affected you like it affected me…” his gruff voice fades away at the admittance, lips tightening at his loose speech. “the girl at my door is in my horde, the Utlagi is what we call ourselves and I don’t know whose wise idea it was but I am the one in charge. She is a main asset, an assassin in it and we had some cleaning up to do.” he shrugs in the grass at this, anyone would know what ‘cleaning up’ would mean. “afterwards, i needed to release the energy built up so i went to the bar. But there was this girl…” he winces, arm covering the fact that he regretted saying ‘girl’ before this insane woman. “...this girl with three scars over her face who had some run in with some hunters who started this fight and left me to finish it.” he snarls as he finishes, irritated with how short the battle was, they were too weak.

He allows his arm to lift from his gaze, rising once again to fixate his steely gaze upon her perfect form. “what else you want to know?” he is an open book right about now.

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