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Thread: Knight in Rusty Armour {asylum and Alan23}

After filling the jug supplied by the room with water, Rak left the room without a word, and began to walk casually up and down the corridor outside. To anyone who saw him, he would have been taken either for a somewhat bemused tourist or a man casually walking to keep an assignation, without a care in the world - or maybe even both! Look, however, can be very deceptive. By the time he had finished his casual circuit of the hotel, and taken a quick trip to two random floors, he had a complete layout of every detail of the establishment in his head. A carpet that had come away, here, a fire escape stair or door that creaked there, various blind spots, the exact time the elevator took to traverse one floor, every escape route. It still might be possible to sneak up on them, he conceded, but whoever tried it had better be damn good. Next, he stooped outside their room, making certain preparations. The keyhole was supplemented with a tiny camera lens and transmitter, so state of the art the US Federal Police had not yet began to use it extensively. It ran to his mobile phone, enabling him to look over anyone who knocked at the door, or since there were also transmitters at both ends of the passage any person who entered the floor from the elevator or stairs. He also set certain harmless but noisy traps, including some twigs and crackly paper, which he would probably have to replenish every day, since though the hotel was old and shabby he'd already verified the cleaning staff were quite conscientious and efficient. His next step was a kind of game. He pretended, for a few minutes, that he was the enemy, and mentally rehearsed how he would go about getting in and taking Rak and Savannah by surprise. He spent some ten minutes trying out different permutations and schemes, and finally satisfied himself that though it was not impossible a dangerous assumption he would never make there was, nonetheless, no way that occurred to him. While doing all this, he took good care to take long enough to allow Savannah to shower and change, and after giving her plenty of leeway he returned, gave the special knock he had told her to hide if she did not hear it and entered back into the room.
Thread: Knight in Rusty Armour {asylum and Alan23}

-she'd stayed in the shower until the water began to chill. She'd scrubbed herself several times over, making sure any grit and grime were without a doubt gone. She'd washed her hair at least twice for the same reason. Drying off, she muttered half heartedly about the quality of the towels, knowing she was muttering to herself. She was definitely used to considerably softer, larger towels but truthfully, she was just glad she got the chance to shower. Checking the panties, she was thankfully they were mostly dry. She slipped into them, before slipping into the mens button down shirt she'd taken from one of the cases. Steam rolled from the bathroom as she opened the door, a towel clutched between her hands as she dried her hair. Her eyes tentatively eyeing the room before she left the bathroom, looking for Rak. Seeing he wasn't back yet, she draped the towel over the back of the single chair in the room and stepped to the bed. A soft hum began in the utter silence, something to distract her from the disconcerting feeling. She began to fold the clothes he'd brought her, laying back in the one suitcase. Then moved to the other. Moving the food to the scarred and uneven table. She was clearing the bed in order to try to get into it before he returned but she was in mid-bite on a piece of fruit when she'd hear the knock. She hadn't the time to scurry to the bed before the door was opening and she was caught standing there, in nothing more than a shirt and panties, her skin a faint pink color from the hot water and serious scrubbing she'd given herself. Wide, curious eyes pinned him as he slipped back into the room.-
Thread: Knight in Rusty Armour {asylum and Alan23}

Oops, sorry, said Rak, quickly, averting his eyes. Normally, he probably wouldn't have bothered - a woman that modest about herself, he considered, should get herself a Mormon outfit or a ticket to the mid fifties - but he might well be holed up a while with Savannah, and who knew but she might be the shy type. Disrespecting her was no way to make that time go any quicker. I think we're safe. I had a good check around. He dug a crisp cracker into some seafood pate, and poured himself a coffee. The bad news is, though, I tried to call your father, and I'm pretty sure the line was being bugged. They have devices that can pick the rough location of a mobile phone. There's no way they can monitor every device in town of course, I guess they just have a computer program set to pick out key words... so i pretended to be a telemarketer trying to sell him a cellphone package. He adopted a comic Indian accent. If you will be signing up with this offer we will be pleased to be sending you the free telephonic device you are winning. Please be listing me your credit card details and agreeing to the price of one arm and two legs, and waiving your cooling off period in return for a free plastic case. Sitting down against the wall, he continued sipping coffee and munching on the pate. Don't worry, though, there's ways to bypass that, and I will. we won't be here too long. He continued to look away from her, but doubted that this courtesy would do much to relax her. After all, the very fact that he WAS ostentatiously looking anywhere but her was only lamp shading the fact that her shirt covered very little of her legs.
Thread: Knight in Rusty Armour {asylum and Alan23}

-her eyes did not avert from him however, watching him, she fidgeted with the longer tail of the shirt, much like she'd done with her own skirt actually.- I hope so. -she said softly. When he passed her to get to the table where she'd set the food, she stepped slightly back and away from him but didn't scurry as she might have done only an hour or two prior. Concern stitched it's way across her face as he mentioned the failed call to her father. She kind of zoned out on the technical speak as he went on, though she was still listening, she was merely fretting more over the fact her father couldn't be reached. The shift in tone and timber of his voice brought her back to attention and her eyes snapped to him when he adopted the fake voice. He'd hear a sound erupt from her so foreign as of late that it even surprised her. An honest and free laugh, melodic and unhindered, though quickly covered by her hand as the shower fresh pink of her cheeks darkened slightly. The sound still snuck around her hand and through her fingers. A laugh that actually reached her eyes. The sound died slowly as she finally settled into the edge of the bed with a breath pushing past her lips, as if she didn't know what to do. She was going to worry, regardless. Her eyes pinned him in their depths curiously. Earlier he wouldn't stop looking at her and now, despite how naive she was, she could clearly tell he was making an effort not to.- I...took one of your shirts. I'm sorry. I just don't want to wrinkle the outfit you brought by sleeping in it. -she turned her attention from him then, dropping to her lap and the hand that was once more tugging softly on the tail of the shirt. While she realized that he'd been looking at her legs earlier and it shouldn't matter if he was now or not, she realized too that with this shirt and certainly with her sitting now, he was seeing more of her legs than he had before. With that thought, she shot back up to her feet and paced instead toward the window, letting the shirt tail fall and cover a little bit more leg than when she was sitting. Intent on doing something to keep her busy, she started pushing the curtains back slightly to look out the window. Not thinking of anything but distracting herself.- Can't you use a landline? I mean if you think they have something bugging cellphones?
Thread: Knight in Rusty Armour {asylum and Alan23}

He laughed, both at her attempts to be casual about her immodesty though trying to hide this in deference to her feelings and her technical naivety. They bug everything, he smiled. Cellphones, landlines, computers. Fuck, I wouldn't be surprised if they could monitor carrier pigeons and semaphore, too. In case you didn't know it, you were quite a prize for them. He produced a cheap looking cellphone. That's why I put this together. It's got a scrambler in it... they can monitor it all they like, but all they'll get is gibberish. It unscrambles it at this end. The bad news is, it eats batteries quicker than a plain girl's vibrator and has to be recharged every half hour or so. 'scuse me... He pushed a key, that connected him directly to Crawley Nixon, Savahhanh's father's agent. Speaking softly, he reported that they had reached the hotel safely, that his charge seemed in good spirits and was unharmed. Well, nice going, came the deep midwestern drawl Nixon was from Iowa - But I pity you, being holed up with that sexless, skinny-shanked, spoiled little creature. Bet you wish youd had to save some real babe, 'stead of that plain little virgin. Man, I hope you aren't holding out for any affection, 'cos - Hastily he cut the connection. He was not a person prone to embarrassment... suffering that emotion on another's behalf was usually as close as he got. But this looked like one of those times! Hastily he looked at her to see if she had heard - but he knew that was a waste of energy. The voice was coming so loudly through the speaker, there was no way she could have failed to. Thing is, the translation chip that unscrambles it tends to just do approximates, he tried, in an attempt to spare her mortification. It was probably saying something like... erm... 'keep a low profile, and be above suspicion' or some such. You know, like translations of foreign films that come out totally wrong. Carefully, he pushed the key again, and retreated to the bathroom, without even staying to check her reaction to what she had heard. Leaving Nixon in no doubt what he thought of his intelligence, he repeated his report, and provided certain other pieces of information to be passed on to Savannah's father. He added a warning to remember that the phone's speaker was very loud! It was likely, he thought, once he had finished the conversation, that Nixon would immediately log onto his ebay account, since he now had a spare asshole to sell. Emerging from the shower, he checked to see how she had taken what she had overheard. It was a sad case, he reflected, that eavesdroppers never heard good of themselves. Even accidental ones!
Thread: Knight in Rusty Armour {asylum and Alan23}

Oh. -she replied quietly to her reflection in the windows glass as she stared out on a sight that had been unseen by her for too long in her opinion. Even while she still felt captive, at least now she could see the outside world, she wasn't locked up in a basement, tied down and in the dark. It was true, she was rather naive to the workings of those sorts of electronics, the best she could manage was her cellphone. No. My fathers money was the prize. -she replied coldly, letting her gaze shift back toward him as he produced the cheap phone. Her eyes dropped away from him directly, the sad truth was that she knew that she herself wasn't the prize. Her attention focused on the little machine as he began his explanation, a genuine look of curiosity dancing in her eyes. It remained even as he pressed the button, she was intent on seeing how it worked. She was hoping to hear her fathers voice but when she recognized it as Nixon, her nose scrunched softly. There was no lack of animosity between the two, she was definitely not a big fan of her father's agent. That had been clearly evident earlier. The innocent curiosity shattered noticeably, like a piece of fine crystal, as the stinging words left that little object Rak held in his hands. The small smile that had curved the corners of her lips fell, her bottom lip shaking softly. The gleam that had started to return to her eyes was well on its way to disappearing again and the blush of her flesh from the shower was beginning to look almost as if she'd scalded herself now. Anger and hatred for that weasely little man on the other end caused her to shake as she turned herself away from Rak once again. Staring at the curtain that had fallen back into place, she made no move to even look out the window again. The look Rak himself had received before she'd turned said more than enough, she knew what she'd heard, what he had heard and that what he was attempting to play it off as, sounded nothing alike but there was a measure of gratitude perhaps buried beneath the shame and hurt. He'd tried to make the sting of Nixon's words less painful. She heard nothing else, paid no attention to the fact he had disappeared into the bathroom. Her arms curled around her midsection, the fruit she'd been nibbling on forgotten but still clutched in her fingers, angrily so. Angry at Nixon, angry at her father, at being kidnapped, being sheltered. She drew in a sharp breath and when she released it, a soft hitch in her throat and a flood of tears came with it, unabated. The rush of emotions causing the soft stagger back until she fell to the bed, facing the wall. There would be no mistaking how she'd taken it when he stepped back into the room. The soft, feminine teary hitch of her shoulders as she stared into her lap, wiping uselessly at the tears that fell against her bare legs.-
Thread: Knight in Rusty Armour {asylum and Alan23}

There were time, Rak thought, when a person in high stages of grief should be left to their privacy. There were others when such a victim needed a friend, and fast. Sorting out which time was which, he felt, was often one of the greatest skills of friendship. Had he left it purely to his intellect, he would have given her a wide berth, for, after all, how well did he know her? Yet, somehow, an instinct in him screamed out to go to her. And after all, given that he could plainly hear her loud sobs, how could he make things any worse, anyway? He stood behind her, watching. The shaking of her shoulders, the fact that actual salt tears were dropping onto the bare skin of her legs. This was no princess, nt simply a spoiled brat, however he might have originally dismissed her. There was genuine pain here. And pain with which, in a very real sense, he was familiar. At least it wasn't your dad, he said, softly, sitting down alongside her. I spoke to him, and... look, he genuinely loves you. That wanker Nixon, he... my guess he has trouble getting laid, and takes it out on womanhood in general. I know the type well. Gently, he laid a hand on her hair, tousled it gently. Trick is to remember just how good he'd feel if he could know what he'd done to you right now. Sometimes that helps to feel a bit better, just to spite the bastard. He sat, close, but not touching, save his very gentle caressing of her hair, his voice, a mixture of Aussie and London almost honey soft, yet without the talking down tone one uses to a baby or a small animal. A hypnotic lilt, almost music. How about a little thought to keep you happy - sometime, in the very near future, out of sight of your father, he and I will be in conversation, Kind of debriefing, you might say. Now, I wouldn't be at all surprised if, well... he picked up a small wedge of cheese. A piece of cheese, something like this, maybe a limburger - the really stinky type, you know - gets rubbed along the bars of that heater in his office, while he's not looking. And that the chillers on the reverse cycle air conditioning get turned up a bit, to make the room really cold, so he feels inclined to turn the heater on, know where this is going? I have a kind of dislike of people who insult pretty girls, see? They rank just below those who hurt cats, and for those only corporal punishment is good enough. He smiled a little. And then he took a silk handkerchief from the pocket of his jeans and held it out, making sure she could see what he was doing, before beginning very gently to wipe at her tears, deliberately restraining his strength, his touch as soft as the feathers of a swan. It'll be fine, pretty girl, he smiled. Really, it'll all work out.
Thread: Knight in Rusty Armour {asylum and Alan23}

Yeah, don't blame him, he replied, somewhat surprisingly,as she explained the source of Nixon's animosity. He's a bit of a wanker, that guy, if I'm any judge, but at least he has decent taste in women. His voice became slightly more serious. Not that the guy doesn't have to learn that no means no, though.' He smiled again. Cats? Sweet one, let me tell you, my lifelong friendship with the race is legendary. I firmly believe there's an extremely hot section of hell reserved especially for those that abandon kittens or hurt cats... somewhere between the sections marked out for murderers and country and western singers! Here... He rummaged in his pocket, pulled out a wallet, and showed her a picture of a sleek bluegrey coloured animal. Here's my Ella. Named after Ella Fitzgerald. She's a Burmese... or was. Sweet little thing died a year or so back. Been meaning to get around to getting myself another little girl, but what with being away from home so much, I never got around to it, you know how it is. He chuckled. I should have made a new one part of my fee. Though getting her back home through customs might be an issue. She moved against him, her hands going around him. He made no attempt to pull away, nor take advantage of her closeness. Instead, he stroked her hair again, letting her head rest on his shoulder, holding her gently. It's OK, pretty girl, youve been through a hell of a shitty time. Just you stay like that as long as you want - no strings, OK?
Thread: Knight in Rusty Armour {asylum and Alan23}

-she peered at him, a hazy, saddened look to the beautiful green orbs. She knew her father was at least partly to blame.- Yes, he is a jerk. Trust me though, Daddy has played no small role in that though. He's a good man and he means well but he's been that way since Mom's been gone. -she replied sadly, her gaze shifting down for a moment. A nod of agreement that Nixon definitely needed to learn the meaning of the word no, he needed to learn alot actually. Like how not to be such a jerk because Savannah was once again loath to come completely out of the shell that had been built and nurtured around her. She shifted against him slightly when he dug for his wallet and when the picture was produced, she pulled back a bit. Tentative fingers held the image as he did. Her eyes looking over the creature it portraited and she smiled brightly.- She was beautiful. -she replied and turned her attention back toward Rak- I miss Lola, she keeps me company. She's an Abyssinian, only a couple of years old. I begged for her until Daddy gave in. -her lips pursed, realizing just how awful it sounded when spoken out loud. Only a cat to keep her company? That was her life though. Not as glamorous as most people thought it was.- Perhaps Daddy'll agree and he could probably take care of the customs issue. -she said it quite seriously actually, resting against him fully again. It really was odd, even to her, that she felt comfortable enough to do so. She did though, despite the animosity of earlier. A soft hmm escaped her at the no strings comment. Almost as if asking what he'd meant. She understood though but a blush crept quietly along her cheeks for a moment as thoughts of proving Nixon dead wrong came to mind. She drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes though, pushing those thoughts away. She'd barely had the nerve to hug him at first. She knew there was no way she'd be bold enough to make any other sort of move. Nixon would unfortunately get the satisfaction of being right....again. She sighed quietly at that thought.-
Thread: Knight in Rusty Armour {asylum and Alan23}

In a small, slightly amused way, Rak cursed himself. He'd said no strings and everyone knew exactly what that meant, and thus he could not go back on it. And yet, when she moved against him, the reaction in his loins made him regret his rash promise. Sure, she was a client or the daughter of same, at least and a girl who had been through hell, and thus not to be taken advantage of. And yet... the smell of her, clean from the shower, her vulnerability and need, the tears, the blushing... these things, and her lithe form, the way the shirt had worked up showing her upper thighs, and even had he chosen to shift his posture and look, though he didn't as much of her as any male might wish, these send his libido into overdrive. Though highly sexed, he had always made a point of keeping his assignments separate from his lusts. Getting involved, either emotionally or sexually could only ever lead to the most extreme of disasters. And in Savannah's case, there was a further issue to be considered. He hadn't believed her earlier hints that there was no-one in her life and never had been... for fuck's sake, she wasn't fifteen! - yet her obvious shyness was making him rethink. Some girls, he knew, particularly those that had led very sheltered, repressed lives, could reach their twenties or even beyond with their virginity intact, never having entered upon what he considered their birthright as an adult woman. Some misguided religious sensibility, that convinced them that saving themselves until a man in a dress mumbled some words from an ancient book of mythology as an act of virtue! He stroked her hair again, trying for tenderness, though he guessed that surely she must sense for even she could not be that naive the way his lust was mounting. So, tell me more about you, pretty one, he said, desperate to distract himself.
Thread: She's the Giggle at a Funeral | MxF, MxM, FxF

RE Do Not Post of Message Yet, Thanks! Cravings devourer of death x lover x death devourer of death x human She Was Pretty Kim Shin-Hyuk x Kim Hye-Jin. I WAS SO UPSET THAT THEY DIDN'T END UP TOGETHER!! l get it, he's a side character, but they had such good chemistry. Caught Doing What? This is pretty much PWP. Someone has a bit of an exhibitionist streak and likes to come to the library near closing hours to pleasure themselves in an area where there are no cameras, but still out in the open. They don't know why they do it, but they can't stop. Unfortunately for them, one of the employees notices and confronts them. This can be MxF or MxM and I'm open to playing either person. Inspiration came from Miss Steph Kegels NSFW
Thread: She's the Giggle at a Funeral | MxF, MxM, FxF

RE Do Not Post or Message Yet, Thanks! Current Roleplays Worked Out Sigr The Devil's in the Details Death by Orgasm Roleplay Roleplayer
Thread: She's the Giggle at a Funeral | MxF, MxM, FxF

RE Do Not Post or Message Yet, Thanks! kay. i think i'm all done for now.
Thread: She's the Giggle at a Funeral | MxF, MxM, FxF

What's the fun in playing it safe? I think I'd rather misbehave...
Thread: She's the Giggle at a Funeral | MxF, MxM, FxF

You sound like one of the coolest things ever. I dig your style, girl. I am making this post on my phone so it is just gonna be a short one for now. I love just about every role and scene you posted. Check out my request thread, send me a PM if you think we might be able to make some magic? Then we can get to the part where I pick us out a scene and we both make it sizzle.
Thread: She's the Giggle at a Funeral | MxF, MxM, FxF

I need a weekdayer.
Thread: She's the Giggle at a Funeral | MxF, MxM, FxF

free bump because I love your thread's title and have been playing take me to church in my headphones as I read your lovely twisted roleplay ideas... .
Thread: She's the Giggle at a Funeral | MxF, MxM, FxF

Hey if you're still looking for role play partners look me up. I'm generally a shy geeky kind of guy but your ideas sound like a lot of fun.
Thread: She's the Giggle at a Funeral | MxF, MxM, FxF

Hey there! There are quite a few different ideas I see that I am pretty interested in and a few of my own ideas that I want to toss out at you. Can you take a glance at my Request Thread and let me know if you think we could make some magic happen?