Thread: XXx Rage of the Heart xXx CLOSED xXX

RE XXx Rage of the Heart xXx Zaragnar LD xXX Poor Malcolm hadn't known what had happened when she was assigned to Sean, an act that he had taken part in asking for. He made her skin crawl, Orianne let her tears of anger become absorbed by the jeans she wore. Whatever had happened was over, she felt the anger subside and... Her blue eyes narrowed as the door popped open. She almost groaned as she recognized the silhouette, something she didn't pride herself on knowing either. The lights caused her lids to snap shut, she heard his intake of breath and felt his gaze shifting over her. Attempting to curl tighter into herself she shifted and almost lost balance on the little shelf where she perched. The sights and sounds all around her changed, she'd seen the ocean only once before... when Malcolm brought her there. The typhoon she created, hoping to destroy the male shaman that took her innocence and caused her so much pain. She unraveled a bit and allowed her body to open. As he spoke she took off her shoes and wriggled them in the sand. He was close to her, but it was more comforting than annoying... this time. Who was to say it might change like the breeze floating across her skin? She heard the pause and felt his eyes on her, turning... only slightly.. she met his gaze. Hearing his words her lips tore into a smile, only the second one she'd bestowed on him... he was lucky as most never even got one. Biting her lip at his gentle reprimand she looked out to sea, her eyes following a bird. She closed her eyes and imagined being that bird... the freedom it had. He paused again... felt his eyes on her. Opening her eyes she found his gaze again and met it. Her blue eyes shone from the recent tears. Remembering these words he'd already said to her she held his gaze as her fingers toyed with the sand. pushing her fingers in and pulling them back out... it was comforting on some deeper level. Work together.. with you? God if that isn't a deadly combination or a suicide attempt... She muttered watching as his large fingers fumbled over his flesh. Cringing slightly she somehow remembered a wayward jolt snapping in his direction. not so careful this time, she reprimanded herself. He was right, if she ever wanted out of this place, to live her life, she'd be made part of a team and they would have to rely on her control of her powers, same as she to them with theirs. Watching him struggle, she picked up on his discomfort. This feeling grew in her chest and made her do something rash, unlike her at all. Sliding behind him, her thighs slightly brushing against him, she whispered. Here... let me. Before she even knew what she was doing she had his shirt off and was gently pulling glass shards from his back. His skin was warm and hard, yet soft. Feeling and being this close to him had an effect on her. An effect she didn't want to go into detail about. The salt water will wash the blood off when I am done... I can help scrub your back. WHY, her mind screamed. No, what she needed to do was run away from him, she was far to intrigued by him to be acting rational and offering assistance which would put her in close proximity or touching him. Her breath washed over his back as she worked, having to lean in to see and make sure. The shirt was ruined, perhaps he would leave it off. The though made her happy and she flashed back to the image of him in the rain. Shaky hands raked over a glass bit, OW! She nicked her palm and her finger tip in her foolish wanderings of the mind. That was the last piece... you are all done. She popped her finger in her mouth to suckle at the pooling blood. Before she could stop herself she motioned to him. Any more you need me to help with? Her mind fluttered, as well as OTHER things at the thought. Perhaps she'd sit on his lap and pick bits from his chest... or his thighs. The thought made her entire body convulse... this man was so dangerous to her and for her sanity. Why then did she say this, I think working together would be... better than working with Sean. Her finger throbbed in pain... her body continued to tremble from her wayward thoughts... this was going to be bad. Or awesome, her vote was on bad.