Thread: Something Wicked [ Bear & Haruchai ]

Though they were by no means as close as the two men were, there was no denying that she did draw a certain comfort from him wrapping his arms around her. There was always a comfort in being held by another human as one wept and she was weak enough to grasp his lapels gently as she sobbed in his chest, her cries muffled by the materials of his shirt. He was a good man, all in all, and there was a fondness for him that couldnt be denied. There was even a small comfort in the smells of his clothing, a warm scent that was a mix of the fresh wood burning and dusty quills, which was not off putting in the least. By the time that he pulled away from her, she had wept her cheeks into being on the splotchy side, her eyes rimmed with red. Even with these flaws she was still a lovely woman, and weeping had not taken much of that from her. She wiped her still wet eyes with a handkerchief as she gathered herself once again, attempting to be a woman of pride rather than seeming like a hysteric. It was easier like that to listen to Cross as he described what was most likely plaguing her husband, a horror so foreign that she couldnt suppress the sharp gasp when he showed he just an artists rendering of it. It would explain a vast deal of his odd behavior in the last few weeks and could even explain why it was so eager after him. After all, there was nothing more interesting to a beast than a good man. Cross reassurances and promises that they would catch the beast and destory it did a lot ot ease her worried heart, her weeping gone now that the worst of the stress was away. Even with all of the powers of hell against them, she knew that Cross was without a doubt a man of his word and would keep it to the death of him, which had almost nearly come too soon. His hand patting hers brought a soft smile to her face, her own turning to grasp his gently. You are too good a man, Alistair Crosner. She didnt often use his full name, but when she did it always was used with affection, as if she were whispering a secret to a lover in the night. Vivian stood, crossing the table so that she could embrace him in her warm arms, I cant ever thank you enough for all that you do for us. She murmured, leaning back to cup both sides of his face and gaze into his eyes, Truly, you are too good. Vivian wasnt sure then what possessed her, but she found herself leaning in, her lips pressing against his. She had kissed him before on only one occasion when shed been offered a few glasses too many of wine to drink when in the company of the men and that had been a rather swift and chaste kiss on the cheek. This one was different, still soft and chaste, a thankful kiss of sorts, but she couldnt deny that she felt An odd stirring in her loins that she felt normally only in the privacy of her bedroom when she watched her husband disrobe himself. Even more beguiling was the fact that she still felt drawn to him, the kiss seeming to linger and feel far more passionate than she had intended. When she finally drew back from him her cheeks had gone flush again, this time in embarrassment, her eyes immediately moving away from his, I- She stammered at first, feeling guilt weigh down in her belly, I, uh, thank you Sincerely. She said after a moment, hoping that it would take away some of the spark that had been there, to mask it as if she had not just been passionate and almost Lustful.