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Thread: Confidence in Command (Devlishangel and Alan23}

He could see that she was losing it. Losing what little self confidence she'd started out with. He guessed he didn't blame her. She'd been defeated in battle, and then come close to breaking down in front of her troops. And then, who knew how long they'd stay free, here in territory controlled by the enemy. He moved towards her, not sure what he was going to do, how he was going to react... And then something he saw from the corner of his eye pushed everything else out of his mind. It came over the horizon, the turret appearing first, then the hull. A dark gray hulk, clanking and whirring, the unmistakable sound of the diesel engine of a tank. He guessed it was a lone straggler, maybe having broken down and needed repair, for he didn't expect any enemy tanks, especially a heavy one, in this area. The hatch was fastened down, so there was the chance they hadn't seen them yet. Had they been alert, they might have been able to find cover, but with Captain McCoy crouched down and crying, she was in no state to react quickly. Then he saw it was too late. The turret of the gun was swiveling towards her. There was only one chance. And it needed split-second timing. He sprinted towards the huge vehicle, from one side to avoid the machine gun in the hull, pulling a grenade from his belt and taking out the pin as he did so. Once the pin was out, he had eight seconds before the small bomb would explode. He had to get this just right. He scrambled up onto the tank's hull, and shinned along the large cannon, rolled the grenade into it, then dived clear. He charged at the Captain, flinging himself on top of her. He was just in time before the grenade exploded inside the tank. The explosion was muffled, made almost silent by the thick walls of the vehicle, but the effect could not be doubted. The tank flared up, on fire, and it was obvious the crew had no chance to escape. But he knew the ammunition inside would go up in an even bigger explosion, a chain reaction. Bits of metal landed around them, and he felt a burning at his back as something hit. Luckily it hadn't done any damage to him, but it was agony. He picked up the captain, ignoring any protest she might make, and desperately carried her away from the vehicle. He was just in time to get her behind a thick wall, before the tank went up in a massive conflagration. Shh, shh, pretty one, he whispered in her ear, all thoughts of addressing her by her proper military title shelved, for he knew she needed soothing. It's OK, now. we're safe. It was a strange situation. He'd fought for her, saved her life, and taken out a heavy tank single handed. In a normal battle he'd receive a high ranking medal for it. But he wondered how she'd react, to the fact he'd unceremoniously hurt her dignity by carrying her as if she were a child!
Thread: Confidence in Command (Devlishangel and Alan23}

You saved my life. Why? I am useless... It was hard to know how to answer that one. Certainly, in a military sense, she was speaking accurately enough. A commander whose position had been bought by a rich family, who did not even have the sense to change into battledress when on campaign, who burst into trembling and tears when in sight of the enemy was hardly a Hannibal in the making. He wondered why he had acted as he did. Certainly, he'd saved his own life as well, but that didn't fully explain it. A sense of duty maybe? She was, after all, his superior officer, however unfitted for the role she might have been. But something deep inside told him it wasn't that, either. Could it be, he thought, that bad a commander as she might have been, she was still another human being, and a woman, and his natural instinct was to protect her? Or even though he dared not think this would he have moved so quickly in her defense if she hadn't been so attractive? He sat with his arm around her. She looked quite a sight, with tears streaming down her face, her hair all over the place, and the tight uniform all wrinkled and creased. An urge came to him to protect her, get her to safety if he could, though he didn't quite know why. Nah. Not useless, he said, softly, stroking her hair, trying to calm her down. Beauty can never be useless. And you're beautiful. He winced, as a spasm of pain shot through his back. Touch as he was, he'd had a huge chunk of skin gored out, and it was excruciatingly painful. Just sit there a minute, and calm down. You've been through a bad time.
Thread: Confidence in Command (Devlishangel and Alan23}

She couldn't believe it..she pushed herself away from his Touch Beauty is not useless?!? Is that the only reason? Because you have a penis and I am nice to fuck with?!? She got angry again...her Feelings where all over the Place...the Professional hiding and Controlling her Feelings was all gone...how was it possible she was teached to be Professional, always smile and be politie since she was 5 years old. She looked into his eyes, seeing in this moment he had been Hit by something on his back...she wasn't sure if she had to help him now, he did Safe her life After all...but from his reaction she understood that this was only because she was Looking good. She decided not to help him since he would probably laugh at her, Even when she Knew excactly how to take care of wounds since she was Trained to nurse...Nobody just Knew. It was a Secret her dad forced her to hide. That was the deal. She tried to Get on her Feet you know what? I just go ahead and try to Get out on my Own than, when the Enemy comes along I can always try to convince them to let me pass if they sleep with me, After all I am beautiful she Said sarcastic as she started to walk to the left. She was sick and tired of being here After all...they would kill her anyways so it didn't matter anymore. Alan23 said You saved my life. Why? I am useless... It was hard to know how to answer that one. Certainly, in a military sense, she was speaking accurately enough. A commander whose position had been bought by a rich family, who did not even have the sense to change into battledress when on campaign, who burst into trembling and tears when in sight of the enemy was hardly a Hannibal in the making. He wondered why he had acted as he did. Certainly, he'd saved his own life as well, but that didn't fully explain it. A sense of duty maybe? She was, after all, his superior officer, however unfitted for the role she might have been. But something deep inside told him it wasn't that, either. Could it be, he thought, that bad a commander as she might have been, she was still another human being, and a woman, and his natural instinct was to protect her? Or even though he dared not think this would he have moved so quickly in her defense if she hadn't been so attractive? He sat with his arm around her. She looked quite a sight, with tears streaming down her face, her hair all over the place, and the tight uniform all wrinkled and creased. An urge came to him to protect her, get her to safety if he could, though he didn't quite know why. Nah. Not useless, he said, softly, stroking her hair, trying to calm her down. Beauty can never be useless. And you're beautiful. He winced, as a spasm of pain shot through his back. Touch as he was, he'd had a huge chunk of skin gored out, and it was excruciatingly painful. Just sit there a minute, and calm down. You've been through a bad time. Click to expand...
Thread: Confidence in Command (Devlishangel and Alan23}

He got to his feet. Slowly. The pain searing across his back made him wince. Anger seethed through him. He'd risked his life, taken on a fucking tank, to save her. And now she was abusing him. He looked her up and down, contempt in his hard eyes. So what makes you think, he asked, that I'd want to fuck with you? He shouldered his machine gun, trying not to show the agony that it caused to his bleeding back. So sorry if saving your life upset you. He pointed to the burned out tank. Next time one of those comes along, I'm sure your wonderful new strategy of asking them to spare you because you're so beautiful is going to work fabulously. As for me, I quit. From right now, I'm officially a deserter. Grinding his teeth, he removed one of the water bottles he carried - the full one - and tossed it at her feet. Then he turned away and, without looking back, walked away from her.
Thread: Confidence in Command (Devlishangel and Alan23}

As he turned around and wanted to leave she saw the Big stain on his Shirt,all wet and stitching to his wound, he was really hurt badly..the nurse Inside of her came out and she forgot her anger, her fear..she walked to him, Stopping him by Holding his arm, without saying anything she Took his backpack and opened it where is the emergency Kit you all Carry around? She Asked him as she searched for it, without letting him Time to answer she told him in a confident tone sit down, take the Shirt off, we need to clean it and stop it from bleeding she didn't look into his eyes. She realized he had really risked not only his Job but his life for her. Even if it was just because she was beautiful and he wanted to fuck her...it didn't matter....he risked his life and got hurt. As she without asking started to pack out the emergency Kit on the floor and with quick movements directly Found What she needed to take care of the wound. Without Even noticing she showed him a lot of Routine in what she was doing there, she didn't realize he could See she did this like a Million Times...as she realized it her First thought was damn my dad is going to kill me for this than she shuckled her shoulders on her thoughts and mumbled very soft the hell with him quote'Alan23' pid'1484197' dateline'1406902690' He got to his feet. Slowly. The pain searing across his back made him wince. Anger seethed through him. He'd risked his life, taken on a fucking tank, to save her. And now she was abusing him. He looked her up and down, contempt in his hard eyes. So what makes you think, he asked, that I'd want to fuck with you? He shouldered his machine gun, trying not to show the agony that it caused to his bleeding back. So sorry if saving your life upset you. He pointed to the burned out tank. Next time one of those comes along, I'm sure your wonderful new strategy of asking them to spare you because you're so beautiful is going to work fabulously. As for me, I quit. From right now, I'm officially a deserter. Grinding his teeth, he removed one of the water bottles he carried - the full one - and tossed it at her feet. Then he turned away and, without looking back, walked away from her. quote
Thread: Confidence in Command (Devlishangel and Alan23}

He stood still, allowing her to slap on the soft pad that staunched the bleeding. There was nothing in the emergency kit that would still the pain, but he guessed she was trying her best. And while she was no good at fighting, she'd at least had the army training that enabled her to help him here. You needn't have bothered, he replied. I doubt I'll have to put up with it much longer. As soon as one of the enemy finds me, I'll either be killed or taken prisoner. But I appreciate the thought I guess. Then he kept walking, with a quick best of luck.
Thread: Confidence in Command (Devlishangel and Alan23}

No...no please...don't leave.. She whispered...she Fell down on her knees again..her body started to shiver at the thoughts of being alone...why did she got angry at him...he was the only One Who could maybe Get the both of them out of here, Even when the Chances were very small. She started crying out loud now...don't you leave now....please... She got up on her Feet again, following him and Almost begging him please I am really scared...I didn't mean to be so..angry...i...i'm sorry... She couldn't believe he was leaving...he really was leaving...she got so scared,the fear Took controll over her and drove her Almost Crazy. Her legs couldn't Carry her anymore as she sat down After the Few steps she followed him...she sat down and cried,her Body went from shivering to Shaking uncontrollable...what was she thinking, if he wanted to leave he would...she couldn't stop him.... Alan23 said He stood still, allowing her to slap on the soft pad that staunched the bleeding. There was nothing in the emergency kit that would still the pain, but he guessed she was trying her best. And while she was no good at fighting, she'd at least had the army training that enabled her to help him here. You needn't have bothered, he replied. I doubt I'll have to put up with it much longer. As soon as one of the enemy finds me, I'll either be killed or taken prisoner. But I appreciate the thought I guess. Then he kept walking, with a quick best of luck. Click to expand...
Thread: Confidence in Command (Devlishangel and Alan23}

His first thought was to be strong. Alone, he stood a much better chance of survival than hampered by her. She was not strong enough to stand up to life in the wild, and would be a hindrance. He told himself he wouldn't look back. If he'd stayed true to that resolve, he might have walked away, left her alone. But something made him pause. Did he want a last look at her? Did he plan to hurl one last insult? But when he turned and looked at her, something snapped in him. She was crouched on the ground, shaking and crying, like a helpless child. Her hair was spilling over her face, her body racked with sobs. She looked helpless, almost pathetic. Her formerly smart uniform was a mess, tears were rolling down her cheeks. Yet somehow, he had to admit - she looked sexy! He told himself that wasn't the reason. That it was just duty made him go back. he sat down beside her, draped an arm around her. Holding her was like protecting a small, frightened bird. If he left her, he knew, there was no way she could survive. She could not even manage to stand up, she was so afraid. He spent a few minutes pushing her hair out of her eyes, gently brushing a finger over her eyes, to get rid of the worst of her tears. She was still shaking, but there wasn't much he could do about that. But he knew they had to keep on the move, if they stayed here the enemy would find them eventually. He had to snap her out of her fear... somehow. And then the idea came to him. He turned his body, ignoring the pain, and gave her a single kiss. Just one, a quick brushing of the lips, slipping his tongue in and out, just once. Either it would get her so angry, he thought, that she'd forget to be afraid. Or it might give her confidence some other way. After the single kiss, he moved away from her, waiting to see what she would do.
Thread: Confidence in Command (Devlishangel and Alan23}

As he came back and she felt him Holding her, taking care of her she was so relieved, her Body still Shaking but at least she was not alone. As he kisses her she looked into his eyes her eyes widen..she had Never been kissed that sudden before. She forgot her fear for a moment, her Body relaxed a Bit and she whispered thank you still her lips close to his. He was so soft now...she didn't expect him to be like this. This moment between them seemed to Last forever. She Almost kissed him again but she could controll herself. She dried her tears as she Said...s..so...wh...what is the...Plan..now....? Still she shivered a Bit. Alan23 said His first thought was to be strong. Alone, he stood a much better chance of survival than hampered by her. She was not strong enough to stand up to life in the wild, and would be a hindrance. He told himself he wouldn't look back. If he'd stayed true to that resolve, he might have walked away, left her alone. But something made him pause. Did he want a last look at her? Did he plan to hurl one last insult? But when he turned and looked at her, something snapped in him. She was crouched on the ground, shaking and crying, like a helpless child. Her hair was spilling over her face, her body racked with sobs. She looked helpless, almost pathetic. Her formerly smart uniform was a mess, tears were rolling down her cheeks. Yet somehow, he had to admit - she looked sexy! He told himself that wasn't the reason. That it was just duty made him go back. he sat down beside her, draped an arm around her. Holding her was like protecting a small, frightened bird. If he left her, he knew, there was no way she could survive. She could not even manage to stand up, she was so afraid. He spent a few minutes pushing her hair out of her eyes, gently brushing a finger over her eyes, to get rid of the worst of her tears. She was still shaking, but there wasn't much he could do about that. But he knew they had to keep on the move, if they stayed here the enemy would find them eventually. He had to snap her out of her fear... somehow. And then the idea came to him. He turned his body, ignoring the pain, and gave her a single kiss. Just one, a quick brushing of the lips, slipping his tongue in and out, just once. Either it would get her so angry, he thought, that she'd forget to be afraid. Or it might give her confidence some other way. After the single kiss, he moved away from her, waiting to see what she would do. Click to expand...
Thread: Confidence in Command (Devlishangel and Alan23}

He kept holding her, trying to stop her shaking. Ma'am, we have to try to get somewhere safe, he said. And we can't go back towards our own army. That would be the worst possible thing. We'd have to somehow get through the enemy front line, with them all fully alert. On my own I might manage it, but there's no way you could manage it. I'm sorry, Ma'am, but you just don't have what it takes for that kind of thing. And then, before she could again react Shhh. It isn't your fault. You can't help it. But we do need to find a way to get safe. I suggest we actually go the other way, into the heartland of the enemy. We'd be moving through territory that's already occupied, and they might be less alert. And anyway, they'd only be actual soldiers in areas that they think are important. If we stick to the country, we might make it. Then we can lie low for a while, and try to get on a fishing boat or something and get to a neutral country. As he spoke, he found his arm was still around her, drawing her close. Her tunic had rucked up again, and his arm was against her bare flesh. Somehow, without him planning it, his hand had found its way upwards, and was now just underneath her breast. He could actually feel the bottom part of her bra. It reminded him of how long since he'd been with a woman, but he repressed the thought. Ma'am, you have to try not to be scared. I know it's difficult, but try. Soon, we're going to have to get up and start moving.
Thread: Male Seeking Female - Fantasy themes and stuff

Sorry if I'm about to bombard you with questions but... Where do you like to Roleplay?Email, PM, Thread..? Are you looking for a long time Roleplaying Partner? Do you like to find a fit balance between sex and plot?
Thread: Male Seeking Female - Fantasy themes and stuff

Londier said Sorry if I'm about to bombard you with questions but... Where do you like to Roleplay?Email, PM, Thread..? Are you looking for a long time Roleplaying Partner? Do you like to find a fit balance between sex and plot? Click to expand... Primarily PM's, can do YIM as well. Long term, short term, midterm, terminology. All are acceptable. Preference falls to long term mainly. I don't actively seek any particular balancing between plot and smut, people can fall into different moods and I tend to go with the flow based on my partner, or my own, mindset at the time.
Thread: Male Seeking Female - Fantasy themes and stuff

Have you heard of Google Docs? I tend to use anything associated with Gmail I don't come online enough to use the Pm's here.
Thread: Male Seeking Female - Fantasy themes and stuff

Londier said Have you heard of Google Docs? I tend to use anything associated with Gmail I don't come online enough to use the Pm's here. Click to expand... Aye, heard of it, never used it though.
Thread: Help! I've been kidnapped! [Your One Desire x Quillougbie]

Mr. Evgeny? Everyone else is leaving for the night, why don't you? If something happens, I'm sure the police department will let us know, A woman's voice broke the silence of the emptying office building. It had been a rather slow night, no crimes to report, no bodies to inspect, rather unusual for a forensic scientist to experience in an upbeat city like this. Perhaps it was just an off day for the firm. Thank you Mrs. Mallord, I guess I ought to go now, huh? Alexei grabbed the arrangement of files on his desk, straightening them out on his desk before standing up. I'll be out in a little while, go on ahead, he assured the woman who said her goodbyes as Alexei put his files away. Alexei was a young scientist at 25, one of the newer ones in the firm but passed the interviews with flying colors. He was technically interning under the professionals who have had years upon years more experience than him, but even so he was a bright kid who help introduce them to several new techniques and ways to go about their jobs which made him fit in easily. He was a rather slender fellow, standing at around 5'8, a bit on the pale side due to working during the night all the time, but he was handsome nonetheless. His accent hinted at a Russian descent, and it was further confirmed by his blue eyes and dirty blonde hair that was short but wavy, framing his face nicely. He worse a fitted suit, typical work attire and a name badge was pinned to the jackets collar. Russians were very typically known to be flashy, and on his days off, Alexei definitely went all out on his outfits and loved to party at clubs. Not the average hangout for people like him, but he didn't want his job to determine what he did in his spare time. He finished straightening out his office, grabbing his overcoat as he turned the lights off and headed out. Before stepping out into the cold night weather, Alexei slipped his on his coat and turned off the main lights to the building. After making sure the doors were secured, Alexei turned to the dimly lit sidewalks and started heading for home. Typically Alexei didn't like the thought of driving to work, not wanting some low-life criminal damaging his car if he left it out in a place like this, so it wasn't abnormal for him to walk back. As he did, he busied himself by whistling, enjoying the nice cold air.
Thread: Help! I've been kidnapped! [Your One Desire x Quillougbie]

Dark brown eyes gazed from a distance, a crooked smile greeting his face. So many nights he stood outside, through that office of his. Watching his figure pace the room. A few occasions he had found himself outside of his house, watching that beautiful body of his roam the house. Though tonight, Alexei would not Make it back home tonight. A plan had been figured in his head, capture Alexei, take him to his cabin outside of town. Now, he wasn't going to torture or murder him. He knew that using force would be the only way he could get through to him, to show what he could offer him, so much more than any other man or woman.