Thread: XXx Rage of the Heart xXx CLOSED xXX

RE XXx Rage of the Heart xXx Zaragnar LD xXX Orianne sighed in her sleep, sensing his nearness. Turning her face into his slight touch of the hair covering her forehead, the action causing her shoulder to push from the blanket. Subconsciously she hadn't wanted him to leave. Him sleeping in her bed was comforting, he made her feel safe. it was something she hadn't felt in years. Sighing she slept on in her pleasant little cocoon, unaware of his thoughts or actions at the time. Awaking from a dreamless rest her blue eyes blinked open, the pale light of morning filtered in through the open door of the closet. Smiling she stretched languidly, her body aching in a pleasant way. The dull thrum of her pussy, still humming from the moments of pleasure he'd given her. HE. With a spring in her step she pushed from the closet, intent on climbing into bed and initiating a second round before they were forced to start their day. The room was empty, the mattress had slashes in it. She screwed her face up as her fingers traced over the angry lines. Worry filled her, had someone attacked or had he lashed out at her bed in anger at her for leaving him there in the bed alone. Glancing to the door she worried her lower lip. There was no blood on the bed, but maybe he needed help or calmed down. But well how she calmed him down, or how they calmed each other down was sex. Pulling on clean jeans and a soft fabric white shirt, she pulled her hair back into a messy up do as she slid her feet into her worn leather sandals. Off she went. Her feet caressing the shoes she wore as she made her way over the campus. Checking everywhere she could think , no sign of the male. He was obviously pissed. Growling, her hand shoved at the door to Malcolm's office. Where is he? She growled. Malcolm was on the phone, but one glance and he excused himself from the conversation and covered the mouthpiece. Sean is in the infirmary and if you are questioning Darren... probably in the woods. You both have the same hideouts when you are pissed at the world, it's one of the reasons I paired you. He adjusted his glasses, I can see it's going as expected... The office was empty, he sighed and continued on with his conversation. Orianne was off, how could he be mad. Obviously he found her in the closet, it was the only reason the door was open in the first place. Leaving her sandals at the edge of the woods she moved barefoot through the woods. Eyes searching and ears listening. Certainly she'd have hear an attack and even so who would have attacked and left no signs, only the slashed bed. The African beauty took of at a run for the clearing and circled it. He was here, but where. Her senses were primed and she turned her head. There! She wove through the trees on silent feet, stopping on a rise and coming to a stop behind his crouching form. She watched him, the stance of a predator. Pure man, beast... and sexy as hell. Damn, she was screwed. O Knew she should have stayed away. Let him cool down and come to her. There was still time... Biting her lip she crouched down and moved slowly back the way she came. Let him stew, she did nothing wrong. Turning her head in his direction once more, she felt the charge in the air even before the bolt struck the ground in a thunderous roar. Dammit, she thought, before fleeing. Hoping he hadn't seen her coming, possibly think she was in desperate need of him again.. she wasn't. Though it was a lie, she craved his presence.