Thread: Running in the Rain (SithMistress & Lyssa)

Character Information Name Klara Sofia Parker Age 23 5'8 120 lbs Mid back length wavy dark brunette hair, light brown eyes Appearance NSFW See more This picture is closest to what her hair color and wavescurls look like This picture is closest to what her skin tone looks like. The makeup here is what she typically wears. For reference sake, this is what her upper body looks like. 32C-24-34 Klara married young. Too young. She met the man who would be her husband when she was only 16 years old. Stephen was 25 at the time and already very successful in the medical field. He was smitten by the young girl. They spent a lot of time together and though she did nothing to lead him on, he must have thought they had something special together. He knew he was in the wrong, seeing a young girl, though they were not sexual, so he went to her parents, asking if it would be okay for him to marry their daughter because he loved her, dotted on her and would give her anything she desired. Though she did not like him in the same way, Klara told her parents she wanted to marry him. Truthfully, she could never imagine herself falling in love with him, let alone being attracted to him. She came from a religious and old fashioned family. If they had known she preferred girls over men, she imagined they would disown her. Her upbringing would have her believe that this would be the right thing for them to do, so she hid away her attraction toward girls and pretended to like Stephen, though she did feel guilty. In time, she could almost push away her true feelings and believe she loved him, too. Her parents approved of the marriage. The age difference was troublesome to them and their beliefs, but they also knew Stephen was a very wealthy man and would give their daughter things they never could. It also helped that Stephen was a smooth talker and had them wrapped around his little finger in no time. Papers were signed and she was allowed to marry him. The wedding took place on her 17th birthday. Six years went by lightening fast. She played the dutiful wife. It seemed that they had a picture perfect marriage. In the first year, she quickly realized he was not who she had thought he was. He moved them away from her family and friends, made her cut off all contact with them, and started to force her to have sex even when she was not in the mood. He believed there was no such thing as rape if you were married. Klara went to another place when they had sex. On the outside, she might appear to enjoy the deed, but on the inside all she could hope for was for the act to be over and for him to go away. Behind closed doors, he was not charming at all. He still dotted on her, and claimed to adore her beyond anything else, but he also had a quick temper, often yelled at her, controlled her every movement and would not allow her to get a job or do anything that would make her independent from him. She knew that she had turned into nothing but a trophy wife and often wondered if he actually loved her or if he believed he owned her. Klara took comfort in her alone time. She had many days to herself, because he was on call at work. She did what she pleased on the days he was gone. He worked between three major hospitals in two states. When he was needed weeks at a time at the hospital farthest from their home, he would stay at a hotel, leaving her all alone. She found it unusual that he worked at more than one hospital and in two different states and often wondered if it were all a lie and he was cheating on her. He had only just left for what would be a week long stay. Before leaving, they had the most unromantic sex ever, because it was planned, once a month on her ovulating days. He wanted them to have children. They had been trying ever since they got married. He was not aware that she was taking birth control. When she found out he wanted children, she managed to find a way to have a never ending stock of the stuff. Patient confidentiality prevented him from finding out. He gave her an allowance, a sizable amount and he never noticed what she spent it on. The last thing she wanted was to bring a child into their home. Klara stepped out of the shower. Water dripped from her shapely form. Her dark hair fell in wet curls around her pale shoulders. She dried off and pulled on flimsy white nightgown that barely went past her ass. Her still damp body stuck to the fabric, showing off all her delicate curves and becoming a little see-through. Today was a lazy day. A comfy nightgown and a good book. That is all she wanted. It had started to pour outside, making it look like it was already past midnight. She pulled the shades apart in her bedroom window and looked outside. She smiled as she watched last minute joggers running around to find shelter. Klara loved that her bedroom window faced the park. There were times she would sit on the bench in front of the window and people watch for hours, while she wrote in her journal. If she was brave and home alone, she would go to the park and watch them from up close. She was not athletic herself, though she had been graced with a naturally fit body. She admired the runners they seemed so free. A sound caught her attention. She could hardly make it out over the thunder rumbling outside and the constant pitter patter of rain hitting the house. She pulled back from the window and walked out of her bedroom and down the hall. Someone was knocking on the front door. Though she was hesitant, she approached the insistent pounding and peeked through the peep hole. All she could see was a face, surrounded by drenched red hair. At first, this shocked her it was kind of scary how the face was filling the whole view, but then the person moved and she could see more of them. It was a woman, soaked to the bone, wearing jogging clothes. She looked familiar to Klara. Oh dear, Klara gasped when she opened the door. You poor thing. You must be freezing. Dont just stand there, come inside. She stepped back to allow the other entrance. Klara studied the redhead, blushing when it dawned on her that she recognized her because she was one of the joggers she admired the most. She became even more embarrassed when she remembered her state of undress. It was not every day she answered the door wearing only a thin nightgown and nothing else. She wrung her wet hair between her fingers and smiled tentatively at the redhead. I just got out of the shower... I must look frightful.