Thread: XXx Rage of the Heart xXx CLOSED xXX

RE XXx Rage of the Heart xXx Zaragnar LD xXX Broken concentration, something was off. Orianne was trying her hardest to tame her emotions, but the moment he spoke... all was lost. Clouded, almost blinded, eyes turned in his direction. Lightning crackled and pierced the area around her, protecting it's formidable and out of control mistress. One wayward bolt arched in his direction, only by her hand did it snap away and leave him be. You... She muttered in English. She watched his eyes close and then his strong fingers wrap about the hem of the shirt before tugging it off his head and tossing it to the side. Something sparked within her, something dangerous and charged... even more than the lightening bolts that fell at her command. It took her a few moments of watching him, eyes pouring over his face and down over his strong broad body. The stories and the files she'd seen on him were nothing compared to the real thing standing before her. He was all male and... Her body felt alive in his presence. This was the something that jolted her back to reality. She wasn't here to play games with a male, to be a toy or to be a plaything. Determined she turned her head forcibly away from his bare chest. Her tee shirt straining over the swell of her full unbound breasts, the nipples kerneled and tightened as the rain assaulted her form. Sina haja ya wewe kuangalia mimi. I do not need you to watch me. She spat out in her native tongue, the language of many darker than she. Her mind wasn't on her people or even the fact that the male in front of her probably had no clue what she was even spouting. Kuondoka peke yangu. Leave me alone. O turned her face to the storm and to the rolling mass of clouds before her, taking a deep breath she attempted to settle herself. No matter how she tried each intake of breath pulled his scent into her lungs. She knew it wasn't possible but still she imagined it all the same. her mind flipped from concentration on the storm to the male behind her, bathing in the water she caused to fall from the sky. Kwenda! Go! She yelled, hoping to be heard above the storm. The bastard that angered her caused this, not him. She chided herself silently. Groaning she stamped her foot on the wet earth, bare toes squishing and splashing in the mud. If you feel the need to help beat Sean for me. The release of such words calmed the edge of the storm, lessening the rain and stilling the rumbles sounding from it. She smiled up to the sky, pleased at the effect. Her hands squeezed into fists and she dispersed the clouds altogether. Spinning to face him, dripping wet she wrung out her hair and gave him a bright smile. See... you weren't helpful at all... Her full lips lifted in a pout realizing he was still without a shirt. The sun seemed to intensify, but it was only her imaginings. Malcolm sent you to baby sit me... does he not think I can handle myself? She narrowed her sapphire colored orbs at him as her hands moved to the hem of her own shirt, lifting and guiding it to pull the water from it. The action revealed the smooth supple skin of her belly to him as well as the soft under swells of her breasts. She had no modesty and would have ran around bare, save fro the marks carved into her back. Ones she would kill to keep from prying eyes. I don't need you... or anyone else for that matter... She tried to keep her anger at bay, knowing what it could and would cause. The clouds formed on the edge of the horizon. Small puffs that sprang from nothing at her beckoning or like now, from her emotional state. You are all the same, wanting answers that I don't have... kupata mbali! Get away! She said angrily. shoving her feet into the earth and forcing herself to move quickly away from him. Nothing good could come from her fascination with him, she wasn't even sure she could call it that. She glared at him once more over her shoulder, eyes steely, Orianne bit her lip at the way the hair on his chest matted to his muscles, something she would, no doubt, see in her sleep for years. She shoved away quickly moving over the smoother terrain of land toward the building she now called home.