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Thread: His Greatest Treasure (Crusade & darkangel76)

Emma was beside herself, Jake amazing her more and more as they stood there under the sky, the sun slowly setting beyond the horizon. The moon was shining brighter, the sky getting darker causing shadows to cast over their faces as they talked. She noticed his warm smile, the kind glint in his eyes. Perhaps fate was smiling down on her for once, giving her a sign that her life was finally about to change. The leaves swirled and the scent of woods carried on the breeze. Glancing up, she saw a shooting star and made a silent wish. Let him be the one... It was a silly thing to do Emma knew this. But, she couldn't help herself as she watched the star wink across the sky and finally snuff out. Everything was damned near perfect and she wasn't about to let anything spoil it. Besides, what would it hurt? Looking up into Jake's eyes, she smiled brightly and then gasped. Y-you can't be serious! Emma exclaimed at his reveal. Her cheeks went red and she began to nervously tug on her blonde curls as they fell about her face. She was quite familiar with the account NovelApproach. Every comment was one she remembered and probably more than any of the others. The messageseach and every onehad praised her, encouraged her, had always left her with a sense of hope. Her own responses had expressed her gratitude. And all too often she'd wondered just who was on the other side of the screen. Seeing Jake now, Emma could scarcely believe it...NovelApproach. A fan, yet so much more. More than he probably even knew. Her tummy fluttered as the realization of the connection set in. Biting down on her lower lip, she giggled. My first fan! Her hands went to her cheeks and she wanted to hide due to how warm they'd grown. As she stood there, she heard the faint sound of laughter approaching. Turning her head slightly she saw shadows in the distance. The lovers! Emma knew it was the couple that had been by the pond. They'd obviously finished what they'd started and were finally heading home. As they neared, she saw the girl had her jacket slung over her shoulder, her blouse buttoned all wrong and completely untucked from the jean skirt that she wore. Her dark hair was disheveled and she gave her a wink as she passed by, giggling with red cheeks and swollen lips. Emma licked her own lips and turned to look at Jake until the couple was gone. I...umm...always great to meet a fan! Emma then said trying to distract herself from the little scene the couple had displayed as they'd walked on by. I can't believe I'm meeting a fan right here, right now. She smiled, her mind racing. W-would you like to walk me home? she asked. Consider it our first walk together. She blushed deeply and looked down at the ground. She was nothing like the girl who'd just walked by...confident, sure, sexy. She was probably better suited for someone like Jake, yet here he was, standing with her insteadand gushing over her blog. She thought about the shooting star, the wish...how she hoped it would come true.
Thread: His Greatest Treasure (Crusade & darkangel76)

A smile tugged at the corner of Emma's lips, her blue eyes glittering brightly as she listened to Jake and took in the warmth of his hand as it rested against her thigh. Her eyes shifted slightly, noticing his subtle movements as his hand slid toward her own and eventually held it, lacing his fingers with hers. It felt nice...right. And thoughts of stars swirled through her head. How had she managed to be so lucky? On this night of all nights! She'd been in a writing rut and now not only did she find her inspiration, she was finding so much more. It was a pity she couldn't just let Jake know all of that right there and then. But she knew she'd sound silly. Probably desperate. In fact, she could hear Jess' voice in her head, clear as crystal, teasing and scolding her for getting her hopes up too soon, for baring her heart. Emma squeezed Jake's hand back in response, her tummy fluttering with nerves. Suddenly, she felt hot, the tension rising and growing thick. The weight of it was so heavy it was almost smothering, but she wanted it to last. Biting down on her lower lip, she noticed the distance between herself and Jake growing smaller. Was that her imagination or just wishful thinking? Did it matter? I...I wanted to, Emma replied, her words a mere whisper as she gazed into Jake's eyes. The gap grew smaller still and Emma could feel his heat surrounding her. There was a comfort in how it enfolded about her body, beckoning her closer, drawing her in. Jake was the flame and she was the moth, her gossamer wings tangled in his web as he called out, called her home. She wanted this, needed this, her body inches away from his. Blinking, she suddenly giggled softly, her face red, her body on fire. I... Emma stammered, backing away slightly though her hand remained in Jake's. I need to show you something. Her face split into a mischievous grin and she stood up, her tiny body attempting to pull him up off the couch and toward a door that was slightly ajarthe door leading to her simple, yet efficient bedroom. I promise that you'll love this. As Emma tried to get Jake to follow, she wondered if now was the right time to show him her computer and the blog she pored over for her fans. She never showed it to anyone. Well, not her side of things anyway. This would be a first! He could see it from her point of view! And maybe, even watch her make a post. A wave of nervousness washed over her at the thought. Would he want to or just think it silly? Well, whatever the case. She wanted to show him, to share. This was a part of who she was after all and he was one of her fans. Come on, Emma said again, her smile growing wider as she tugged on Jake's hand.
Thread: His Greatest Treasure (Crusade & darkangel76)

Jake had never been one to crave company. Aside from having a woman share his bed for a night before he disposed of her, he was perfectly content with being alone. He preferred it. Getting lost in his own thoughts. Doing his own thing. There was never a reliance on anyone else. Yet, as he sat beside Emma on that couch and touched her, felt the heat of her body against his own, he knew it was what had been missing. He needed more of that. More of her. When she broke the silence, Jake nearly jumped. He'd been basking in his new found emotions and reveled in their closeness. He'd been mulling over what to do next or if he should have stayed perfectly content in that moment. Luckily, Emma had everything figured out for him. Jake looked up at her with befuddled eyes, having no idea what it might be she was so eager to show him in that moment. Her grin was something he'd never seen before. It was as if she knew something he didn't. Some sort of secret she'd kept inside for years that she was finally going to reveal and he would be the first to know. Whatever it was, Jake was captivated. He lifted himself from the couch when she gave him a tug and was again taken by just how much taller he was than the petite Emma. The size difference had to be at least a foot and he loved every inch of it. Usually women wait until the second date to take me to their sex dungeon, but whatever work- Jake said sarcastically, his voice cutting off when he was led through the semi-open door. His eyes widened at the sight of her bedroom and at...her computer. He thought back to all of his nights he'd spent on his own, scouring her blog and falling in love with everything she put word to. Even the most senseless entries had him hooked. And suddenly he was seeing things from her perspective. His skin was on fire at just the mere thought of being inside of her bedroom. Any other woman and this little walk would've been nothing, but to be there in her private domain with the writer herself was something really special. His free hand extended and his fingertips slid over the top of the monitor, his eyes delighting in the sight. He turned and looked at her. Is this where the magic happens? he asked, smiling as he thought about Emma sitting at that very desk, typing away while he was in another apartment a few blocks away hanging on her every word. Emma had been right. He did love it. All of it hinted at a comfort level between the two Jake wasn't sure he would be able to attain after one night. It was clear Emma was willing to let him in on a lot. Just standing in her bedroom was a big step. He admired her for being so open and honest with him. She'd already shared her rough past with him and her blog would just be the icing on the cake. Do you think you can give me a sneak peek, Emma? I am, after all, your biggest fan. Jake gave her hand a hopeful squeeze and then nudged her chair out from under the desk, willing her to sit down. She probably had no idea how much her small act had meant to him, but those dark mysterious eyes of his were finally aglow with a fire that he never thought would burn.
Thread: His Greatest Treasure (Crusade & darkangel76)

Emma smiled at Jake, hoping that he was pleased with the little entry she'd decided to post up to her blog. It hadn't been much, but every word of it had been true and meant something to her. As one of her fans, she hoped he understood that and maybejust maybeeven caught a hint of the underlying meaning she'd had hidden within some of her words. She'd figured they were innocent enough that if the feelings she felt stirring inside were one-sided, no one would have to suffer embarrassment. Of course, she'd pine from afar and probably suffer from more than one steamy dream that resulted in her hands needing to do some work, but... Oh, that thought sent a wave of heat coursing through her blood. But Emma had no time to dwell on it. Jake was already standing, closing any distance that happened to be between them. His words were breathy, a mere whisper as he spoke his approval...approval! She couldn't help but smile, her cheeks flushing even more as she felt the warm weight of his hands on her hips. Oh, it was so lovely. She could stay like that for forever. He inched even closer. How was he doing that? There was a slight pressure against her hipbone, leading her forward. Unable to resist, she let him lead and she felt the length of him hard and hot against her inner thigh. Emma gasped, her blue eyes unable to hold Jake's dark gaze. Her heart was beating in her throat while her tummy fluttered with nerves. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly so very dry. Looking back into his eyes, she just nodded, the words unable to come. I... She continued to bob her head 'yes', her mind swimming as the tension grew thicker and swirled about them both. Jake knew. He knew! And somehow he didn't seem to mind! He wasn't running or finding an excuse to leave. No. He was standing there, holding onto her, making it clear exactly what he was thinking, feeling. Emma felt a tiny gush of dampness pool between her legs, a dull throb beginning to grow. She was coming alive in his arms, just like the heroines in her books, in her...fantasies. As her mind swirled with heat and color, Emma wondered what Jess would say. She'd probably laugh. Emma had always been the sensible one, chiding her friend over the fact that she always seemed to have a new boyfriend. And here she was with Jake. A man she'd just met about an hour or so ago. And already her mind was imagining what it would be like for his hands to explore her body, his mouth to kiss and suck her neck, her breasts, her... She needed a moment. She needed to think! But she wanted this. She did! Jake, I... Emma stammered, finally finding her voice. Her own hands had somehow found their way to his hair, her fingers absently getting lost in his locks. I want this, but I... She was trembling, her blue eyes glittering. Ugh, she was screwing everything up. Everything! How could he like her now? How could anyone? A tear rolled down her cheek as confusion and anger and worst of all...regret...crossed her face.
Thread: 1920's Voodoo.(HaloHeroWolf118 & Leviathan)

It was cold night in the city of New Orleans and many were inside on nights like this huddled in bed all except those that had dark business to handle. One such person was strolling home not seeming to notice the rain that stuck his raven black hair to his forehead under his fedora. He was broad shouldered and had a fresh cut on his face, his coat and shirt were damp from walking in the rain but luckily his home was just ahead. Cars were no where to be seen this time of evening and they young man counted the small favors as he reached the over hang of his building and entered squinting against the bright lights of the entry hall from the darkness outside. There was the night guard but he knew who the man was by his height which was 6'6 and cold glacier blue eyes that regarded him with a dismissive sneer. The ride up to the apartment he shared with his sister allowed the man time to remove his damp trench coat and fedora, the elevator had mirrors for walls so he examined himself. His glacier blue eyes stared back at him and examined his chiseled face and short black hair that matched the black stubble that marked his face. His forearms and hands were wrapped in boxing tape his hands were stained with washed out blood stains from his earlier business before what had kept out in the rain occured. Eric sighed at his reflection regarding the bruises he knew his sister would comment on if she saw them, the cut over his right eye would fade it wasn't as bad as other injuries he'd suffered. Walking from the elevator to his and his sisters home he was soon inside and turned on a dim light so he could see. The light cast shadows across all the strange decorations that adorned their home, skulls that held melted candles on them and Gator skulls that also acted as candle holders. Book shelves held the majority of the skulls and there were couches and chairs that surrounded the center of the room. There were tables that held crystal balls but only one drew his attention it was the small table with a bottle of Moonshine with small shot glass' surrounding it. Eric approached the table and picked up the bottle he ignored the shot glass' and took a long pull from the bottle. He was surprised his sister hadn't already appeared as she often did when he came in late. He unbuttoned his dress shirt and sat on the couch with the bottle and occasionally took another pull off it as he listened to the silence of the apartment. He noticed his sisters Taro Cards were left out and he smirked having placed little belief in the weird things the old woman had taught them. He reached out and stopped some superstitious part of him putting more effort in drawing the card the Ace of Cups was the card that night it seemed. He stared at the card in the dim light and took another drink of the strong moonshine.
Thread: 1920's Voodoo.(HaloHeroWolf118 & Leviathan)

Eric had put the Ace of Cups back on the deck of cards just as his sister entered the apartment, her late arrival was a moot point as she turned to him that familiar concerned expression. He disliked that look but it was Charlie and he loved her, it had slowly turned from a brotherly affection toward something else that left him uncomfortable even if they shared no blood. Her delicate fingers lightly touching his chin turned him to look at her more directly before they were moving to his injuries he didn't even wince save for when she reached the cut, this moment of closeness gave him the chance to look at her clearly in the dim light of the room. Her hair was long and he often imagined how it'd look tousled from a night of passion but he pushed the thought down reminding himself that she didn't feel that way for him. The tone from earlier was replaced with an angry one but she had the right to be angry though he felt lucky she didn't have to chase one of his lady friends away this time. His face didn't break from the stoic glower that he had been wearing since sitting on the couch. There was something off about her tonight he could feel it like the time he had sensed she was in trouble then raced off into the Bayou to find her. She was focused on him and the feeling passed but his cold blue eyes scanned her as she bit her lip. That little tell of hers made him smile though as it made him think back to less stressful times which brought a deep chuckle in his chest from the memories though it could have seemed it was from her questions. You say that like I lost. he said his own cajun accent mirrored hers though in a deeper more masculine tone, he reached for his own coat and found the pocket where his wallet was stowed. I was waiting for work to arrive and there was gambling. he said as he pulled out the leather item from his coat luckily well protected from the nights rain. The Leather bill fold was nearly impossible to close with twenties and hundreds stuffed in it, Victor. Spoils. he said pointing to himself first then laying the heavy wallet on the table next to the deck of cards. Besides dear soeur I've had worse. he said as he unwrapped the boxing tape from his hands and forearms. I didn't even come home with a girl because you'd be even more upset and then I'd be upset you chased her off like all the others. he continued still smiling at her. He stood up as he removed his shirt revealing the muscled body beneath along with the scars someone like him acquired growing up on the Bayou. There were a few bruises on his washboard stomach which covered up a gator bite from when he had saved her from Smiling Moony the meanest Albino gator to ever hatch a Monarch of the Bayou as their Nanan had said. I'm going to bed. Only stayed up to make sure you got in. he said ruffling her hair as he had in their youth, the action hid him grasping the bottle of liquor through his coat as he moved past her. Prize in hand he moved at a calm pace toward his bedroom door showing his muscular and scarred back to her. Bonne nuit. he said over his shoulder.
Thread: 1920's Voodoo.(HaloHeroWolf118 & Leviathan)

Luckily the liquor helped with numbing the slight sting from disinfectant when she pressed to the gash over his eye, what it couldn't numb was the feeling of her pressed against him. He had looked over as she settled in and hitched her skirt up giving him a look at her smooth legs, then came the sensation of her breasts pressed against his shoulder. Lewd thoughts swirled in his less than sober state, he kept control but only by the barest of margins as her soft fingers ran through his hair. He tried not to think of how it would feel with her gripping his hair as he... He mentally berated himself for not keeping his thoughts brotherly. How could he when she was so beautiful and warm, her clothes may have been damp but he could feel her warmth through them. He sighed as she started to stitch the gash making his free hand twitch each time the needle wen in. He listened to her story up to the point she mentioned the creatures and a different air settled over him, it was like hearing words vaguely remembered as if in a dream. He remembered bits and pieces before they moved from Ireland to America, he had been only five years old when the accident claimed his mother and father leaving him orphaned in New Orleans when their Nanan had adopted him and her three years later. Where's the book now? he asked her he often acted like he didn't take what Nanan did seriously but he did almost deadly serious.
Thread: RP: Madness (Horror_Show & PassTheHatchet ]

It had only been a couple since she had moved in with her father. It was a complete change and pace of things. She had left the hot sunny days of California to the rainy atmosphere of Forks Washington. The place had gotten pretty famous from the young adult novels by Stephanie Myer called Twilight, about a young girl close to Scouts age, and her encounters with vampires and werewolves. One thing was for sure, this small town hardly ever saw sunlight. As she was making her bed and unpacking more things in her room she could hear thunder rolling, the sky was dark outside. Their two story house was surrounded by forests. She finished and checked her phone, noticing her father would be home in less than an hour. She wanted to start cooking dinner because he didnt really eat full coursed meals. She had gotten him to take her to the grocery the previous day. She had already completely reorganized the kitchen, cleaning the cabinets. She was a little OCD, which meant even cleaning out the fridge and stocking it with fresh meats, vegetables, pop and beer. She was slicing fresh vegetables, with pasta boiling and meat being cooked when she heard the sound of her fathers cruiser. That was another thing she had gotten teased about in school, being the new girl and her own father being a cop. They teased her that in no time she would find her own Edward, she ignored the jokes. It was hard being the new girl in such a small town, but quite a few people were taking a liking to her. Dadis that you? Im in here cooking. Scout said as she looked up from the counter. She saw her Dad in his usual uniform. He commented on how good it smelt and she held up fresh vegetables. Yeah its called fresh food. we're having pasta, vegetables and chicken, you can go get cleaned up.it be about twenty more minutes. She said, she smiled and rolled her eyes as he ruffled her hair and gave her a quick kiss on the head. She watched him leave as he headed upstairs to probably shower. Things were so different, back home her mom was always busy, always active. Here she found it easy to keep busy taking care of her father's house, taking care of him. videoyoutube Come to me, Trust in your dream Come on and rescue me Yes I have known, I can be wrong Maybe I'm too headstrong Our love is Madness
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Thread: Nightwing's Queen and Raven's Mage (Krystal x Asianheat)

Krystal and raven had been meditating together when they sensed night wing's return. Raven smirked a little at krystal, taking a rare moment to tease the pretty fae. So, you gonna tell him Krys? She asked, and Krystal just blushed bright red as she floated around her room for the outfit she had bought for dick's return. It was a pretty dark blue cocktail type dress with similar designs to what adorned his suit. She quickly put it on, fixing her makeup, and finally, putting on the matching shoes. She hoped he liked her outfit. Raven was the first one out of Krystal's room, floating away to welcome nightwing back home. She greeted nightwing with a small smile. Glad you're back, nightwing. She said pointing to the two guys fighting about the TV. Those two were annoying as usual. She added with a derisive snort as Krystal came in, dressed prettily. She smiled at night wing. Can we talk privately, nightwing? She asked nervously, replacing a lock of hair behind her ear.
Thread: Nightwing's Queen and Raven's Mage (Krystal x Asianheat)

Of course Rea, he smiled back setting his gear aside from the nights mission. His famous grin masking his slight blush at the women before her eyes. Oi more than one TV, Dumbasses. He shouted over the fighting duo. As they walked to Nightwing's private spot on the roof. He looked out towards the city much like how the Titians all saw Bruce do in Gotham.
Thread: Nightwing's Queen and Raven's Mage (Krystal x Asianheat)

Krystal followed him up to the roof, relaxing on a lawn chair she had just made appear. You know dick, I've been watching you a long time. now that you aren't with star anymore, there is something I'd like to tell you. she said softly, playing with her hair nervously. She was rarely nervous, but today was different. She shuddered at the thought of being rejected. it hurt her to think that he may not want her. it was Krystal who wanted to talk to Nightwing, not raven. lol
Thread: Nightwing's Queen and Raven's Mage (Krystal x Asianheat)

Oops and sorry for the late reply work killed me Nightwing raised an eyebrow, Watching me? he chuckled looking into Krystal's eyes trying to read them as he listened to what she wanted to say.