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Thread: Inside the mind (Cassandraks & Vyttor)

Rebecca startled removing her arm from her face when she heard Ricardo at the door, she sits up and pulls her hair back and over her shoulder. Im sorry, I was just taking a power nap and Anna was supposed to wake me before she left. I guess she forgot. She stands up straightening herself out, she looked professional but subdued compared to last time possibly even acting like a completely different person. Her makeup was very light, practically non-existent. She moves around the coffee table and extends her hand with the horrid black nail polish on them Again I apologize, I hope you were not waiting too long. Let me just grab me things from my desk, and we will get started. Did you want to sit on the couch again, or would you like to sit at the desk. Whichever you are most comfortable with. She then moves over to her desk, grabbing a pad of paper and a pen. And she also grabs a pair of glasses off her desk, they were nothing special black frames which when she put them on looked good but defiantly changed her from the seductive woman from the meeting before. Now did you get a chance to think over my questions?
Thread: Inside the mind (Cassandraks & Vyttor)

Ricardo clearly didn't stare as much as last time. The woman was clearly very fit under her garments, however she now seemed to lack something and actually that made some kind of click inside his head when he thought about the questions that had been left open. He had of course pondered them over and over, but it had actually taken some time for him to come to terms with them and agree these questions were actually relevant. And then he couldn't understand why asking them, since the questions seemed quite obvious. Only perhaps they were not what he had thought at first... He took to the couch without hesitating and sat down with the renewed natural confidence of a true born alpha male who knows his game. His arms were open wide over the back rest, and his legs crossed squarely as if he was at the club drinking whisky with a bunch of old men. His tablet lay by his side. He didn't wait for Rebecca to sit, wherever she would chose to. I did, as a matter of fact. I must say I'm not entirely convinced that it's really relevant but... yeah, I did. He took a few seconds thinking, searching for how to phrase the sudden realization that had been creeping into his mind by comparing Rebecca with the image he had of her from memory. Do we really...? Well, it's silly... of course we talk about our desires, communication is key to any relationship, right? I've just now been thinking... how it may be hard to put some of those... desires... into words, you know? Or perhaps there are things we might enjoy but we don't even know them, so...
Thread: Inside the mind (Cassandraks & Vyttor)

It was as she expected placing herself as a more mousy none threatening guise it made him a completely different man. Part of her had to wonder what kind of woman his wife was, was she mousy or fiery. She had to watch herself and her amusement not to let it show, watching him sit on the couch this time playing the confident male taking control of the situation when she clearly didnt have any. He wondered if he had any control in his relationship, or if he just didnt what his wife said. Many questions she needed to ask, she wondered what kinds of answers she would get today. She took her time coming over to sit down across from him, making an act that she lost something by her desk. Finally she comes over paper and pad in hand and trips slightly sending the pen across the floor by the chair, she will move and direct her back towards him as she bends over for the pen her skirt covered ass in plain view for him to see. Excusing herself she finally sits daintily down crossing her legs. And she writes as he starts talking nodding at his words, acting like they were the most important words in the world. She then sits moment thinking, tapping her pen on the paper So let me see if I am understanding you correctly, you do talk about desires but the desires you want are hard to talk about? In some way you must know what you would like right? You cannot express that to her in some way? Or is it are you scared to? I would find it that a man such as yourself, who knows what he wants and takes it in the end would not be able to express a desire to his own wife. Or is it that, might it be the opposite that you wish not to have control? If that is the case I can see why you would be scared, to have all that control in you and then to give it away even to someone you love. Very frightening that would be. She moves the pen to her lips a moment, tapping on them I wonder if you know how easy it is, to make you lose control? Her eyes looked into his, and he would see there was a hint of that woman from last week in them.
Thread: Inside the mind (Cassandraks & Vyttor)

He sat there and pondered her words as he listened, looking at several spots - her crossed legs and how he wished that slitted skirt would ride up the view of her ass just before had not been bad at all..., but also at some books, or at the armrest on the couch he'd been sitting, and then back at her face, her mouth as she spoke, his gaze never staying for long in any single place. Duh! I'm obviously NOT afraid of my own desires, that was the leading line in his mind. But wasn't he? Did he even actually know exactly what they were? Ricardo was such an expert in so many business subjects, but he didn't actually know as much as he'd like to - not even as much as he thought he did - about the human mind, not even his own. Confidence however came naturally to him, therefore this doubtful truth never crept into his train of thought. Her last remark completely broke any remnant of his concentration and he fixed her eyes with his for a brief moment. There was a clear effort to maintain the semblance of confidence, almost as a challenge, and it was actually a very good impression for most people. A very attentive observer, however, would notice that in less than a second his eyes started wavering in really tiny movements around her face as if trying to absorb a larger area of view and take in their surroundings, as if preparing for something, even if he maintained a general appearance of strength and prowess, his wide shoulders spread out maximizing his apparent size in an intuitive demonstration. Ricardo didn't consciously know it, but just by saying it would be easy to make him lose control Rebecca did it, in a way. Well, I do tend to be a very self-controlled man, naturally he let out matter-of-factly with a very slight smirk, his eyes once again firmly locked onto hers - what IS that look in her eyes...? I think it's just that some things are hard to... communicate with words. The attempt to steer the conversation away from the control subject was so lame it was actually good that he had done it unconsciously, otherwise he might blush.
Thread: Inside the mind (Cassandraks & Vyttor)

Rebecca noticed something very specific with his eyes, if there wasnt something to draw them to her he seemed to get bored. His gaze bounced around the room, over her to anything he could look at. This was all very interesting she thought with a smirk, and wrote something more down on the note pad. She could tell she got him thinking though, it wasnt a change like before but something she said got into his head and was borrowing its way through. Though the confident alpha male sat on the outside, inside it was crumbling quite quickly. And in this she knew she had control, even with her plain look just the littlest thing like eye contact and a hold of confidence and power that he didnt seem to have and she could break him down. With a smile she listened to him, and for a man so in control he didnt even seem to try to make his words sound different. As he reiterated the same words to her once again, did what he desire really make him so nervous? Or was it her? She believes she hit the nail on the head with him, she thinks a moment then gets up. Thinking perhaps it was time for an experiment. She puts the pad and pen down on the table, and moves over to his side right in front of Ricardo and sits her bottom on the coffee table. She sat lower to him so she would look up at him, giving him still a sense of power. Lets try something a little different here then, seeing I seem to get the same answer from you. Perhaps it would be more comfortable if you pretended to be speaking to your wife instead, so lets try a sort of role play. I will be your wife, and you can tell her anything without judgment on consequence. Whatever is said in here will stay only in here, as you can see I am not even writing it down. Before he can even speak her hands move to his legs, to settle on his thighs, her thumbs rubbing lightly over the material on his pants. My dear, what can I do for you to make you happy? What havent I done that would please you right now? Her hands would slide up and down his thighs softly.
Thread: Inside the mind (Cassandraks & Vyttor)

Ricardo felt weird with the suggestion of pretending that the therapist was his wife. For a start he had never been prone to theatre... He considered the idea for a while in silence, feeling Rebecca's touch on his leg through his pants. He watched her hands as he pondered, and he could notice that she did have pretty hands that looked naturally sexy, even though her nail polish had been so careless this time. Between the touch and the view, he did few a tingle between his legs, and tried to avert his eyes elsewhere, feeling a little lucky that this time her breasts were completely closed to view even if that hint of the black bra through the sheer tissue of her blouse was more than a little enticing. He finally cleared his throat before starting, slowly. Well, hon... I... you do please me a lot, you must know that... right? So, ahh... he looked at her face with a smile, then back at her hands you... you know how I like your touch, right? How I... like your hands and... Once more he looked at the therapist as he swallowed for time, but this time actually checking out her figure as best he could beneath her garments... he noticed the generous curve of her breasts and how her legs seemed quite toned... And well, you have a very nice figure, I ... I like it when you use it... to your... he would say 'to your advantage' but that didn't feel right saying to his wife, so instead he went with to arouse me... Ricardo felt stupid, knowing he wasn't really saying much, saying nothing specific and feeling very unable to pretend that this was in fact his wife. I... I don't know, perhaps you... if you were... After a pause he let out a sigh and pushed himself up. Oh, it's pointless, sorry. I'm not really good at this pretending game. He was careful to turn his back to Rebecca. He had clearly felt his cock slowly growing inside his pants and he felt like turning away before it showed through his pants. He took a step towards the desk intent on cooling it down a little before resuming his place.
Thread: Coming Home [Firm x SYD3RS]

Today was the day! That was the first thought that popped into her head when she opened her eyes after spending most of the night trying to force herself to get at least some sleep. Ashley repeated those four words in her head, blocking out thoughts of anything else. Nothing else mattered at the moment anyway. Steven was finally coming home, and that was all she cared about. She showered quickly, running through the rest of her morning routine in less than an hour. There was no need for her to check the clock as she grabbed her cell phone and car keys on her way out of the door, she was more than certain that she would be there long before he would. She wanted to get there in time to find a spot as close to the gate as possible so that she would be the first person he saw when he came out. Unfortunately she soon discovered that she had not been the only one with that idea. The entire area was full of people waiting for their loved ones, holding up signs and other things to draw attention to themselves. Ashley cursed as she wondered why she had not thought to do something like that. Oh well, it was too late now. She had more pressing issues to attend to, such as how to make her way through the thick mass of bodies. She was not that big, only five feet and three inches tall. Her blonde hair and big green eyes helped to give her a deceptively youthful look that she hoped she would be able to exploit. It worked well enough, and she came across little resistance as she pushed her way through the crowd. She came to a stop in the middle, thinking that was the best she could hope for. She would still be able to see who passed through the gate, so that was good enough for her. Damn it, twenty minutes before the plane was scheduled to arrive. Luckily her mother called, providing an effective distraction as they gushed about how excited they were to have him back. Her mother cautioned her that Steven might not be the same as he was when he first left, which Ashley disregarded as just another warning that was absolutely baseless. The senseless ramblings of a woman who was overprotective of her only daughter. Ashley asked if she treated any of her five sons the same way and received an evasive chuckle in response. Whatever. The sudden outbreak of applause had her jerking her head up quickly, focusing on the gate as people started pouring through it. She quickly hung up the phone, standing on the tips of her toes to scan faces until she spotted one that was familiar. Steven! She took off running as soon as her eyes landed on him, shoving her way through the crowd until the way to him was clear. At that point she dropped her purse on the ground and proceeded to launch herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. You made it! Her words were muffled as she buried her face into the space between his neck and his shoulder, though she quickly lifted her head and pressed her lips against his in what she was certain had to be the most passionate kiss she had ever given.
Thread: Coming Home [Firm x SYD3RS]

He hadn't even spotted her until she was nearly off the ground and he reacted quickly, his good arm wrapping around her waist, finding his hand grasping at her rear as the other arm lightly pulled around her upper back, holding her to him. He let himself provide a mild excuse about clutching her ass in public, thinking about how it was only to keep her supported, but he knew better. He just very much pleased to have landed his hand there and he relished the experience after not feeling her body in so long. Still, it wasn't like anyone was going to care. He did feel sorrowful at being unable to use his other arm. It would be another month or two before it would be able to even lift normal weight again, he was told, but for now it was enough to stead her against him and another chance to feel more of her. Even past the issue, he was thrilled to have her against him so tightly. He returned the kiss, his tongue forcefully seeking inside her mouth and he slid his hurt arm up to behind her neck. He could feel a little bit of pain, his shoulder protesting the move, but he ignored it. He wanted her first experience with him back to be pleasant, not marred in knowing that he was in pain. It also was nice to see that she was still in similar shape as he had left her in. He momentarily thought about the pregnancy issue and while he felt certain that she wouldn't do that, it only helped to make him comfortable knowing that she still had her thin figure and not a large bulge sticking out in front of her. As her weight finally started to settle on him, he set her down and set his arms around her shoulders, pulling her to his chest with his good arm. It's good to be back. He said as he pushed his nose into her hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo. A scent he hadn't enjoyed in so long. Something he had never really noticed until this point. He finally let her go and started to head off away from the gate, his good arm wrapped over her shoulder as he led them out. I'm really happy to see you again. He said, looking down at her. It feels so odd being back, but I definitely know that I missed you, Ashley. He squeezed her shoulder. Let's get home, okay? I'm pretty tired. And you can drive. He teased her. He didn't have his license on him anyway and certainly wasn't interested in breaking the law after just making it back.
Thread: Coming Home [Firm x SYD3RS]

Ashley sighed contentedly at the weight of his arms around her, smirking inwardly at the feel of his hand on her bottom. If she was the type to initiate sexy times in such a public place then she would have wiggled her hips against his grasp. Instead she simply tightened her embrace around him, parting her lips and allowing his tongue inside as her body reflexively yielded to his demands. It all seemed worth it now. All the nights she spent lying in bed, crying herself to sleep for missing him so badly. All the hours spent watching the news, hoping against hope that his name would not be read among the names of those that were killed in the line of duty. All of the family gatherings she attended where she had to watch her brothers hold their wives, and all she could do was finger the dog tag she wore around her neck with his name engraved on it. All of that had been worth it for this chance to hold him close. With a playful groan of protest, she unwrapped her legs from around his waist and slid down his body until her feet touched the ground. The lock of her arms loosened along the way, going from his neck to encompass his shoulders until it came to a rest in the center of his back as he pulled her against him. Ashley bit her lower lip in an attempt to stop herself from crying since she told herself that she would not do that, but tears escaped despite her efforts. She nodded her head at his statement, wanting to tell him how good it was to have him back but unable to respond as she silently sobbed into his shirt. She sniffled once his grip on her slackened, lifting a hand to wipe her tears as she turned to stand beside him with one arm still wrapped around his back. She walked so close to him that their footfalls synced after a few steps. Oh, wait a second. She bent at the knees to swoop her purse up off the ground as they passed it, and then quickly fell in beside him once again. Ashley looked up at him as he spoke, smiling brightly when he squeezed her shoulder. She narrowed her eyes at him at his jab about driving, though the wide smile on her face betrayed her. Why thank you, Steven. She replied jokingly as she shook her head slightly. The sun shine seemed impossibly bright as they walked together through the glass doors of the airport. She found the car quickly, eager to get him home to have him all to herself. He said he was tired, and she wanted nothing more than to watch him sleep. They would have plenty of opportunities to make up for lost time. She took her arm from behind his back to fish the car keys out of her purse, pressing the button to unlock the doors as they approached the vehicle. Here, let me... Her voice trailed off as she reached up to take the bag off his shoulder before going around to the back and popping the trunk open. She moved some stuff aside to make room for his things, put the bag down, and then closed the trunk. Ashley went around to the driver's side, staring intently at him over the top of the car as she pulled the door open. I love you. She said with a soft smile before ducking inside and closing the door behind her.
Thread: Coming Home [Firm x SYD3RS]

He had scarcely noticed anything she said and honestly he didn't care. His arm was throbbing now, reminding him of his wound, and he just wanted to relax. Now that he was standing, with her meager help getting him up. He found himself not wanting to say anything about what just happened. I'm just tired. I just need to sleep a bit and I'll be fine. It was an idea that comforted him. There wasn't anything wrong with him. He just thought he saw something and he's tired. Just tired. In the bedroom, Steven sat down, watching Ashley. He pulled his shirt and undershirt off carefully so he didn't make his arm ache any more than needed and then his shoes and socks followed. He unbuckled his belt and slid off his pants. He looked down at his own figure, noting the muscular legs built up from lugging over 50 lbs of extra weight on his back. He flexed his toes and ankle to stretch them before his eyes glanced at the six pack lightly peeking through. His arms were equally muscular from his training and patrols, but not large. It was something he never really thought much about and as he glanced over at the closed wound at his shoulder, he reminded himself that it never really was an issue anyway. All that training, working out, being pushed to extremes, and with one little bullet from a pistol - a tiny fucking pistol - he was pulled from patrol to recover. It made him feel worthless and reminded him that no matter how strong he was, a bullet was stronger. Finally sitting in his just underwear, he looked toward Ashley. Going to bed too, Ash? He asked, his eyes lazily searching hers. You can just lay down with me... He didn't want to force the issue, but he found himself saying out loud what he was thinking I haven't seen you in a long time. It was a statement he felt justified that she should be right beside him like they had before he left. As if nothing was different. Although he'd have to switch sides on the bed from usual so she could rest on his good shoulder. As he thought about it, he laid down accordingly. His fatigue was tugging on him now, but he waited on whether she'd join or not.
Thread: Sunrise Summer Camp [Lila Lupin/StarlitDreams]

It was a ridiculously nice day out. In fact, some people at Sunrise Summer Camp the Camp that almost everyone agreed was another word for a loony bin that happened to be fun thought that it was way too nice for the mood in this place. Emily Roberts was one of those people. For one, they had forced her to eat some terrible guck earlier that had made her want t throw up, and she still felt a bit sick. Secondly, she was sad, being around these nut jobs made her want to cry. Her last roommate had decided to off herself. It was something that they tried to prevent from happening. But when someone was adamant about something, they were going to do it. And so now, she was off to a new room They have to get the bloodstains of the carpet, she told herself in a morosely humorous way with a new roommate. As she walked into the room at around four at night, a small bag on her back, she couldnt help but evaluate her new roommate. And she couldnt help but wonder, with curiosity, if this one was going to do the same thing.