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Thread: Twisted Thoughts

She didn't fight him this time, instead she simply curled up against him, letting him be the wall against the world. This didn't feel dangerous. It felt right. God, did it feel right. She clung to him, her fists wrapping into his shirt and just burying her head against him as she continued to sob, not even caring that her hair was a mess, the curls flying every which way. I'm s...sorry..., she finally managed after several long moments, her head even lifting slightly. It's just been so lonely without you and to see that, and to know what she wanted...I over reacted. Wow, admitting, not only guilt but that she over reacted? Go Cel. Maturity 2. I will come back after it's all over. Once I've proven that I can manage everything to them. They promised they'd let me come home if I did. I just have to enter HoH...and not lose control. Another smothered sob. I can do this...I will come back.
Thread: Twisted Thoughts

He didn't respond verbally- just brushed her hair aside and kissed into it, stroking her lovingly and hanging his head, close and intimate, but not trying to meet eyes. A guilty acceptance. And thanks for it, perhaps. She might have looked a mess to all the world, but at the moment what little he saw was an angel leaned against him, needing a place to rest her wings. Go? He raised his head, and kept petting her, listening. The man was wired tight. Ready to snap, normally. But she had a habit of calming him down when he needed it most... and doing quite the opposite a lot of other times. Usually in a good way. He thought better of denying her permission or something urgent and childish and heard it all out. He frowned and... I don't know why we should give a damn what they think, but if it's important, he squeezed her hand, and nodded. I'll go with you. I... not that I don't trust you. I know you'll come back. Can take care of yourself. I just don't want to... to let... I can help. Whatever it took, to never have to open his eyes and not have her there again, be it a blink or from sleep.
Thread: Twisted Thoughts

I don't know. Alban never fully explained it to me. It was all just that they were going to bring both of us there, but then found out something about...some chaos thing or other and that us mixing was somehow dangerous, so when I was at the threshold of a gate, they brought me there. She smoothed out his shirt, petting down the creases her hands had created. I... This was the hardest part, telling him what she was. One thing they both had prided themselves on was that they had done everything on their own. Their own human and quite mortal hands. Only...she wasn't. They also have my mother, Rayner. My mother who I thought died when I was seven years old. I...I have an uncle and an aunt. Several in fact. Who aren't related to the Brownings at all. She leaned up a little further and pressed a soft kiss into the flesh of his neck before laying back a little, using his shoulder as a pillow as she continued to rest on him. I've found out most of my life is a lie...that I'm a lie...
Thread: Twisted Thoughts

Chaos... He'd... heard something... like it, a long time ago. He knew it sounded familiar. But it didn't seem to ring too large of a bell. Only... well, it had been what he'd named the thing that had haunted him for a while, sheerly out of lack of any word that could really describe what it felt like. That name wasn't something that anyone else would know though. He of course didn't know the names she mentioned either, but names weren't so important as identities. Your mother? Celeste that's- that's great isn't it? It was odd that she be back, but he wasn't thinking too many steps ahead. And just whom had told him about people rising from the dead a few minutes ago? It did happen at times. He nodded less enthusiastically at the others, dropping a brow in thought until she got to the end and he had to pause. And look over at her. A lie? No way she could be a lie. They'd seen proof of her house hold and everything, they had mementos and others who remembered like wise, and she could be so earnest at times. So... Oh. Yes, that might do it. Rafe and the fairy-god-mothers weren't shitting me after all, were they? An angel? He sounded... curious. But not upset or any other form of bothered. Not in the least. I kinda like that idea. Plus, it gives me some interesting bragging rights, he continued, teasing to take the edge of, and.. Wait. She was an angel. Her mother was back. So it came through the blood, not a single divine miracle or second Jesus or some such. only... that would also mean Danielle and... no. That would also mean... but then she couldn't be hurt, right? That had to come with some kind of safety policy. Even Danni had shortly turned up alive, little as he'd known about it all. And shortly used VERY subjectively. So where... where... he had to try not to sound scared. In the end, he managed only because he was sounding excited instead. Celeste? Where's Sera?
Thread: Twisted Thoughts

Rayner Veli said Rafe and the fairy-god-mothers weren't shitting me after all, were they? An angel? Click to expand... She jerked up so fast, he was lucky her head didn't clip his chin. They knew?! You knew and didn't tell me?! She glared at him for a moment accusingly before she sighed, it wasn't his fault. He probably just didn't know how to tell her. And no, I'm not an angel but my mother is...I'm just a half breed who apparently can be used as a skeleton key to all sorts of fucked up things. Her arms slid around his torso and she hugged him tightly and just tried to relax. Even chuckling a little at his comment about bragging rights. And then seemingly out of the blue, he asked about the one thing she wasn't worried about in the least. Well, at least not for any of the much maintain constant vigiliance reasons, so her response to it came off rather dry. Uhm...probably terrorizing Mary and Alexander. Mary agreed to watch both of them so I could work and Raien could come see me at work. It made perfect sense to her as she'd kinda not thought about the fact that if he thought she'd died, then of course he'd think Sera was dead too. Her brain wasn't going on full steam just yet.
Thread: Twisted Thoughts

Maybe she hadn't seen it coming. But when she said it, so casually and unworried, just put out there where his daughter was, Rayner went from an assured look of calm that they'd been drifting into straight to a grin. A big, goofy, excited grin. His eyes lit up. His lips spread. The teeth shone. And in a moment, Rayner was chuckling in bubbling, bouncing rhythms, simply absorbed in his elation. Rayner squeezed Celeste tighter, and kissed her. In her hair, on her forehead, on her lips, around her ears, he kissed and kissed and kissed some more, rocking and laughing. His daughter was alive. Tomorrow, he'd go meet her. Not that it had been established but he'd decided. His girls were finally coming home.
Thread: Twisted Thoughts

Awuh!? She squirmed in his grasp, trying to figure what was going on as he laughed and hugged her tighter. Ra...Rayner!! She pushed against him playfully. Her hands pressed against his chest as she realized exactly why he was so happy. You thought....oh god...I thought...oh you... Her eyes widened, she just continued enjoying his kisses as her own lips bubbled over with laughter even as she apologized She's perfectly fine. A kiss back. God, her husband, how she'd missed him. She's gorgeous.Another kiss to his cheek and jaw as they played tag with butterfly kisses. And Feisty. A laugh as the kisses died down and she laid back against his shoulder. She's an absolute holy terror.
Thread: Twisted Thoughts

He just chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, holding Celeste's back into his and rocking gently, grinning happily as she relaxed and the kisses faded away. Rayner smiled and pictured it all in his head. Somehow, he knew exactly what she should look like, and he had but to imagine her in fits or shenanigans, and he couldn't help but feel his grin slowly grow wider, nodding with each description and almost seeming to inflate. Yep! He chortled, a hand rubbing the side of Celeste's thigh in soft circles as he pressed his face in about her ear and neck and relaxed there. Not sure who to say she gets it all from, but definitely ours. He smiled and sat still for several minutes, rubbing circles around her thigh while the other arm wrapped around her waist and held her against him, just thinking happily quietly.
Thread: Twisted Thoughts

Of course, she'd brought Serafina to see him in his dreams several times so it didn't occur to her that he might want to see his daughter again. That he didn't realize he'd already seen her and played with her. She is... she whispered softly. He was so wonderful...and his hand on her thigh felt nice, even if it was through his gloves. She muttered and grumbled even as she reached over and lifted his hand from her thigh. I believe we have a rule about these...
Thread: Twisted Thoughts

Rayner smiled. And then he grinned a bit harder, as he was apt to do. Guess we do. He reached over, took a finger, and peeled the glove off of his hand, discarding it absently to the floor. Then he removed the other just the same, and stretched his hands, letting the fingers air out- not that there was any sweat to feel on them, but all the same. They got a little hot sometimes. And got a bit hotter as he returned it to rubbing her thigh... and slowly worked its way over the inside of her thigh. Rayner had barely been thinking sexually, for a miracle. But he hadn't seen her in so long. And, well, if there was one thing the two of them were good at resorting to... He almost didn't realize how quickly he wound up with his teeth skimming along her neck, heavy, needful breath, and his hand brushing the inside of her thigh until it worked up to her mound and started rubbing over the top of it. Yes. It was a bit fast. It was a lot fast. Sue him. He had several months to make up for.
Thread: Twisted Thoughts

Mhm... She smiled right back at him, the months just fading into the background. Had it always been like this between them? She couldn't have given a coherent thought at the moment. All she knew was that she was where she belonged. With him. In his arms. This was her heaven, no matter the angelic blood flowing through her veins. Her leg stretched out, uncurling the tense muscles as his hand moved inward as she sighed happily in his grasp and wound her arms around his neck and began nibbling on his jaw, the scruff biting into her lip but she didn't mind. It was just one more piece of proof that he was there, and alive. Paused with her lips around the jointure of his jaw, she froze as she felt his hand atop her underwear. I...I.. The hesitation was there. It had been months. She'd given birth. She reached down with one hand and pulled his back slowly to just atop her outer thigh. She was suddenly even more shy than she'd been the first time they'd done things. Hell, she was more shy when she'd lost her 'virginity' to him. When she hadn't even remembered him. I'm not sure this is a good time for this... Restraint. Amazing. She was already dizzy from the kisses and yet she'd managed to maintain her own lust for her rightful husband. But only because she was worried she could hurt him. Alban hadn't exactly explained why it was dangerous for them to be together or what capacity it was dangerous. Then again, it wasn't like it'd take much for Rayner to convince her.
Thread: Twisted Thoughts

Unfortunately, Rayner's convincing wasn't likely to set her mind at ease. Given Celeste's sometimes over active thought processes though, perhaps that was simply for the better. Rayner didn't say anything back, but breathed something thick of animal need and emotion all bundled up in a heavy sound and cupped her cheek, drawing her lips to his. And kissed her. Hungrily. Needily. Lovingly. He moved closer to her, as if he were going to try to climb back into her lap. But instead he simply turned her to face more directly at him and climbed over top, coming closer and closer, quite evidently, to pushing her onto her back and starting right into the dry humping. Celeste- he murmured as he shivered with too many things to count and wrapped and arm around her, taking the bottom lip into his mouth and biting lightly into it.
Thread: Twisted Thoughts

Mhm...Rayner... It was somewhere between a protest and a laugh his name. She didn't really want to argue not against those types of sounds. Sounds that expressed her own feelings of desire, of need. As he drew her lips to his, it came out once more on a sigh, a submission to the inevitable. Maybe there was some truth to the words the council spoke. When she was near him, it was like a flame that combusted. Her hands slid down his chest to rest upon his thighs but he was far from done as he pushed her further and further back until he was crouched above her like some predatory beast. One that only she could tame, but had absolutely no desire to do that to. One leg slipped out, rubbing against his pants leg, the material of her dress sliding away from her gartered and silken thighs. Her hands lifted up and cupped his cheeks like he'd done to her own so recently and smiled at him. I need you... A simple statement, and an apt one. She needed him like she needed air to breath. It was the only thing that kept her going at times. She needed this. She needed him.
Thread: Twisted Thoughts

In Rayner's throat, he made a sound of assent as he pressed his lips against hers, and let his body lower closer. The kissing didn't grow any softer, as sweet as the words were. It grew more urgent. Not out right rough- but with two of them, the line where a bit of violence in motion became something that would actually negate tenderness was rather understandably wide. Given their preferences and what they did for a living sometimes.... Rayner let his hand slide up and down her thigh as he pressed his hips against hers, and made more sounds of need and approval. Slow and steady was always nice. It had worked for them any number of times. But he hadn't seen his wife in far too long. He hadn't touched her in far too long. He'd thought she'd been gone. Now that they were in motion... the urgency was undeniable. Rayner's hips shoved hers to the floor as he growled, chest vibrating against hers, and pulled on a lip. Rinse and repeat. Squirm and push. And finally his hips let off of hers, and the hand came from her leg. It was followed almost immediately by the sound of a belt unbuckling and whipping free, and he fumbled urgently with his button and zipper, trying to free himself and gather the dress to shove up above her hip.
Thread: Twisted Thoughts

The words hadn't been meant to be sweet, but as they'd come from her lips, she knew they had been and was about to growl her own frustration when her husband thrust his pants against her pelvis, grinding into her with sweet torment. Clearing her throat, her husky tone came through a lot better this time without the emotion blocking it even as he pulled on her lip, lifting her head slightly her hands pushing over the material that covered the parts of his body she wanted to see. It wasn't going to be a comfortable ride, not on the floor of a cheap hotel, but at the moment, she only had eyes for her husband. I need you She growled again and began fumbling with the buttons of his shirts, all training and style flying out the window as the buttons of his shirt popped free and she managed to free his chest while he fumbled with his belt and pants. God, I need you... Sliding her hands under the shoulders of the shirt, she pushed it free, likely not making it easy for his own arms and hands to fumble with the pants. Finally freeing his shirt, she began sliding her hands along his chest, neck and shoulders while he fumbled with his pants, even as she continued to make it more difficult for him by grinding her hips against his pelvis and the hands that were in the way, a true animal in heat.
Thread: Beyond Brotherly Love (NightDagger&Silent Bob)

Nathan had been doing way better since he moved in with his older brother. For awhile there, he'd been on the verge of flunking out of his freshman year of high school. For longest time his parents hadn't been able to figure out what was wrong with him. The brunet had been doing so well up until his older brother moved out. It had been from that moment on that he seemed to spiral downhill. Finally they'd given in and allowed him to move out with the older male as long as they got weekly progress reports from school. At 15 the energetic teen was already becoming quite the looker. He had thick curly brown hair and big blue eyes framed by long almost feminine lashes. His mouth was sinfully full, and more then one girl had commented on how they envied him. But other then that he was very male. Tall for his age and still in that lanky phase, he kept in shape by running with his brother every morning before school and swimming laps with him after he finished up his homework as long as it wasn't too cold out. Today was Friday and by far his favorite day of the week. No homework and he had a three day weekend to look foreword to. God how he loved staff development days. It was like an excuse to just hang out with his brother and watch TV or play video games. The two got along really well it was almost easy to forget they were indeed related and not just roommates. Stretching he laid out on the couch and turned on some cheesy action flick before he began to flip through a motorcycle magazine, trying to keep himself occupied until his brother got home.
Thread: Beyond Brotherly Love (NightDagger&Silent Bob)

Ian, a 23 year old college student opened his mouth as wide as his jaw would let him as he yawned with all his might. He had a very long day, thanks to several time-consuming tests. He was deeply looking forward to spending the weekend with his little brother Nathan. Ian had to admit, at first he was surprised and maybe a little upset when Nathan had first arrived on his doorstep, thinking that Nathan may get in the way of his life or take up his time. However after a week Ian not only enjoyed Nathan's company, he was finding himself looking forward to seeing him everyday and spending his nights with him. Ian was a bigger, more manly version of Nathan, his hair was long, slightly curly brown hair. He had deep blue eyes and a light beard slowly beginning to come in. Ian was no body builder by far but he had a good deal of muscles, he took a nice amount of pride in the maintenance of his body. Ian stood at 6 feet 5 inches tall. Ever since Nathan was born Ian had been his protector, and his best friend. Ian was always there for him, and in effect Nathan was Ian's shadow, always trailing behind everywhere he went even up till the day he left for college two years ago. Ian pulled up in the apartment parking lot and hurried his way out of his car, up the stairs to his apartment. He slipped in and saw Nathan on the couch. He smiled, instantly feeling more awake and refreshed after his long day. He set down his bag and kicked off his shoes before he called out to Nathan. Hey man I'm home... How was school? He asked as he normally did when he got home.
Thread: Beyond Brotherly Love (NightDagger&Silent Bob)

He set the magazine down and sat up stretching. It was school. he responded grinning. I aced my science test and my oral presentation in English. Apparently my 'use of mature terms and explanations' were high above standard. Thank for helping me with that by the way. he laughed. This hadn't been the first time his brother assisted him with an English paper, so the teacher hadn't suspected anything out of the ordinary. That had happened early on in their friendship, his brother had walked in on him pouring over an English paper while chewing the end of a pen. Nathan had been thankful for the assistance and despite some questions on what certain terms and words meant the teacher had accepted the rather impressive paper and never questioned who had helped him with it. Because while Nathan was smart, he wasn't known to be a show off. In fact he kept most of his work down toned for the sake of fitting in, as all teenagers did at first. How did the tests go for you? You hardly slept last night I found you slumped over one of you science texts...drooling. he snickered softly. After all he was the little brother and what sort of little brother would he be if he didn't tease Ian on occasion? One of his favorite things to do was tease his big brother about his habit of passing out over books when exams were on the horizon. It amused him so, even though he tended to do the exact same thing
Thread: /What happens at Con/ - Me and Killdozer -

Starly stared at the convention around her. It was set up in a good place this year - near a park with a lot of stone fixtures. There was also a mall nearby. The convention was in a decent hotel - decent prices, and she had four friends on staff. She tapped her finger on her lip, it was the first morning of the covention - always a busy time. She was decked out in her cosplay, albeit it was one that bothered her a little. The seamstress was a friend of hers - and had decided that it would be a wonderful idea to add stiffer underskirts. Which meant she had to be careful - not that it mattered. The outfit was her Dark Side of the Moon Senshi . The extensions had been easily, and her hairdoe wasn't dragging down on her too much. She had forgone a weapon this time - mostly because jumping around the place and impressing people with mock fights, went much easier without one. A chuckle left the dark haired girl as she walked towards the park across the street. She grabbed the ledge that was about a foot about her head, and dragged herself up effortlessly. She sat on the ledge - looking down at the con goers, amusement crossing her features. So many people this year, at least a good twenty thousand. The convention had bloomed well in three years. Since she had started attending - she had watched an influx of people. Starly was twenty, just barely reaching the age of twenty-one, that would be tomorrow. It was early spring and the air was warm, a soft crisp breeze brushed through her bangs. Well this would prove to be an interesting convention. She hoped she could get a good mockfight this time. One that actually challenged her.
Thread: /What happens at Con/ - Me and Killdozer -

The hotel and area was filled with people, all coming together to celebrate their love of things anime, video game, television, and comic book alike. The minority of people were dressed in street clothes, a very small minority. The rest, cosplayers as they were known, dressed in costumes to represent their favorite characters, main or obscure, male or female, costumes and outfits ranging from dozens of different universes plotted the floor. Some were crappy, some cardboard boxes cut up and taped to look like armor. Some were of a very high quality, hiring actual make-up artists to make themselves look like a different species. One person in particular, to others, would seem like someone who really went all out today. This person had white robes, a cape draping over his left arm, accessories and very real looking weapons all around. It seemed like a perfect replica of whatever the man was trying to be. Probably because it wasn't a costume, this was the person. Ezio Auditore da Firenze was an assassin, born in the fifteenth century in the city of Florence, Italy. Yet, somehow, he was here, on the convention floor, 2010. The man assumed it had something to do with a Piece of Eden, one powerful enough to do more than simply affect minds. Whatever the case, Ezio had been taken out of Italy and thrown into this new place. As soon as he'd shown up he took to hiding, in crowds and along the walls, finding a good niche next to a pillar to observe the crowd and try to make sense of it. He could hear people as they walked by, talking about things he'd never heard of, using strange devices...It seemed to him like they were a bunch of freaks, though to all of the convention goers, he was one of them.