Thread: Quix's Random Bullshit Thread (Comments Welcome)

RE Quix's writing samples Will forever hold the place as my first roleplay partner on threadsPM's, and we're still going strong seven months later. Tessa Arcadia Meets Her Match - Quix and Andy Andy shrugged as she admitted she deserved his comment, and entered the Hotel room. With her back to him, he pushed the door shut and locked it. She wouldn't be able to see the smile that had crept onto his face before he'd picked up his scotch, and dropped into the two-seater sofa placed in one corner of the room. As angry and confused as he'd been earlier with Tessa's seeming inability to determine what it was she truly desired, he couldn't deny that he was pleased to see her again. Even if she'd come to tell him goodbye. Talk, he said softly as she commented about the liquor and poured a glass of her own. And she did. The contracts were the last thing he cared about, but the subtext that lay underneath her words, was clear. I'm sure the contracts will still be there in the morning, and we can concern ourselves about them later. He crossed his legs one over the other and made himself comfortable, as her eyes met his. But I do agree with you, it does seem to be a running theme lately, between the two of us. The flaws don't matter. The world isn't perfect, and neither are you or I. What really matters, is if we care enough to try and correct them. He motioned for her to continue. Andy Martin spent the next few minutes listening to what she had to say. In that time, he gained a better understanding of the woman in front of him. Maybe they should have done this before. Just talked, about their fears and insecurities - Tessa wasn't the only one who had those - rather than try and rush into something that was new to the both of them. As she finished, and moved to her knees, Andy reached out to caress her cheek. A gentle gesture. I understand, Tessa. I know what it is to have control, and not wish to let it go. To never have another person be able to restrict you, or tell you what to do. I've been that way my entire life independent, doing what I want, whenever I want, as long as it doesn't hurt anyone. Walking away, or fighting back, as a matter of principle, when anyone attempts to exert power or authority over me. Am I the glass? Am I going to break and let you fall? Andy continued to caress her cheek, and ran the pad of his across her lower lip. The truth is, I don't know. Life isn't that clear-cut. Sometimes you need to take chances without knowing how things will end. All I can promise is that I would never do it purposefully. Andy took a moment to compose his thoughts, so that he could attempt to properly express what he had to say next. I've never wanted to control, or own another person, to have them obediently acquiesce to my wishes, and follow my every command. Not because the power doesn't excite me, it does, but because I've never been interested in anyone who would willingly allow me to have that power. It's something I could never do, that i can't comprehend - desiring anyone, anything, to exert authority over me. Wanting it to be that way. I'd rather die, I would die, before I gave up my independence and autonomy. It's the essence of what makes me who I am and, for that reason, I've never been able to understand, or respect, that readiness to be subservient, in another human being. His hand moved to cup her chin, and when he lifted her head it was if his piercing blue eyes were attempting to look directly into her soul. Until now. Until I met you. It's because you are strong Tessa, and I respect that. You don't want it. Yet you do. Andy was articulating his thoughts and impressions of her. I may be wrong, and that could be the cause of all of our problems, but it's what I see. The fact that you want to hold onto your independence, and won't submit easily and willingly, without a fight, is the very thing that attracts me to seeing you do so Do I still want you? I do, but do you still want me? Andy's hand left her face as he fell back in his seat and finished the last of his scotch. Maybe it was too much too soon. Should we take this more slowly? Give us both a chance to get used to it, and what it means? His eyes shifted to where his suit pants lay by the bed, and he nodded to them. Or, you can fetch my belt, and plead for me to punish you, right here, right now, for your disobedience this morning. Your choice Tessa. Regardless of where this leads, it's to be your relationship as much as it is mine.