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Post by Chase Firebrand on Apr 27, 2008 18:53:00 GMT -5
Chase looked at Storm a moment, as though thinking her question over. Then, in one brief moment, his eyes gleamed crimson and he lunged, arms catching Storm around the waist, pulling her flush against him as he turned, pulling her back down. He looked down at her, lips curved into a half smirk. "You can stand wherever you want." He brushed aside a random thought of Dru, reminding himself again that they were over, and let himself enjoy the feel of a female body against him. "Do you want me to put you back?" Not likely, he thought.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Apr 27, 2008 22:31:57 GMT -5
She muffled a small gasp, her arms curling around him, biting down a small laugh. She tried to scowl, but it was rather unsuccessful, so she gave up on that. She rested her head on his chest, shaking her head slowly.
"No, I like it here much better." she amended her hand crawling up his chest resting on his shoulder. Lucretia let out an inaudible sigh, she missed being held like this by him.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Apr 28, 2008 8:25:45 GMT -5
Chase rested his chin lightly against the top of Storm's head, pausing a moment to breathe her in. It was odd living without that ever-present sense of guilt that had hovered around him for the past months. And still, something gnawed at the back of his mind. He forced it ruthlessly aside. Ifs and maybes had ruled him for too long. He had lost himself when he'd stopped living in the moment. He was determined to get himself back.
That decision called for a celebration, albeit a private one. Maybe an empty one, maybe not. He had yet to decide. Either way, Chase focused his attention on the soft warmth in his arms. He brought one hand under Storm's chin and tipped her face up to his, then kissed her, slowly, savoring the moment.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Apr 28, 2008 9:25:31 GMT -5
She was shocked for a moment, she thought that maybe he didn't want that yet. Her wide eyes slowly shut, wrapping her arms around his neck, one hand at the back of his head, holding him to her. Lucretia wanted to deepen the kiss, but she was unsure, still thinking that he might just pull away. This thought made her slightly tighten her hold on him. She pulled back slightly just enough so that she could speak.
"What brought this on?" she asked with a slight grin, not complaining, but just slightly confused.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Apr 29, 2008 16:32:12 GMT -5
Chase returned Storm's grin with a slow smile. What brought this on? she'd asked. "I want to, and I can," he replied, breaking a complicated matter down into its simplest truth. There were so many reasons he wanted her--wanted this. He'd wanted her, physically at least, from the beginning. The rest had just crept up on him; the easy conversation, the quiet relaxation they'd had when they were alone. And though those memories and wants weren't diminished by the physical, the fact remained that he'd gotten little female company the past few months as Dru had pulled away from him. He wanted some physical attention.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Apr 30, 2008 6:33:32 GMT -5
The confusion had been swept away, that was all she wanted to hear, and it was enough to convince her. Without hesitation she pressed her lips against his, tenderly at force, and then deepened it, she was deprived of this for too long.
Her body burned, she wanted him, and she was showing this by pressing her body to his, her lips tingling, wanting more. She had forgotten that she was outside in the pitch, that people could watch, the only thing tying her down to reality was the wind that blew her hair, slapping against her cheeks.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on May 1, 2008 15:17:09 GMT -5
Chase's wants and needs roared to life at the invitation in Storm's body, in her kiss. His arms wrapped tight around her, pulling her hard against him. Any thoughts of propriety, of waiting to find a better place, stood no chance against adrenaline and lust. The heat sparked flame, and Chase let it consume them, let desire combine with that ease that had brought them together in the first place, until there was no telling how it had happened, who had initiated. Not that it mattered.
In the end, all that was left was breathless satiation and a wicked grin as Chase moved to put his clothes to rights. It was daylight, and though the chance of being caught was exhilarating, now that his blood began to run mellow, he remembered the Headmistress's warning; don't get caught doing anything or he'd go the same way Emilian did.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on May 1, 2008 15:29:06 GMT -5
Lucretia felt the heat on her cheeks, recognition of where they were set in, but that didn't matter at all. The exposure only made her adrenaline pump faster; she was biting her lower lip, a smile on her face. She fixed herself up, running her hand through her hair to untangle the mess. She put her arms around him from the back her lips to his ear. Her breath returning to it's steady pace.
"You should be confined, that’s absolute cruelty.” she teased, her arm resting gently on his shoulder, her fingers brushing against his chest. She was sure her cheeks were probably flushed; she rested her cheek beside his, her other hand still wrapped around his torso.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on May 5, 2008 2:49:27 GMT -5
Chase's mind was still hazy, but even so, he felt that something wasn't right. Dru was eating at him, even if he knew they were over, even if he told himself he was glad of it, it was for the best. He absorbed the feel of Storm, but his mind was a battlefield. Had he left Dru for this? Had he left because she was too much work? No. He'd left--they'd broken up, it was mutual--because neither of them was getting what they wanted. Was this what he wanted?
It was a loaded question with no right answer. He didn't know what he wanted, he'd admitted as much to Dru, hadn't he? He wanted comfort, wanted to live again, and Storm offered that much, freely and without reserve. So why was he thinking about a certain schoolmarm-faced girl? Chase frowned to himself. It took a moment for Storm's words to penetrate his mind, and he'd been so lost to brooding that they made little sense. So he settled with a vague, "Mmhmm," and hoped that would work.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on May 5, 2008 6:38:51 GMT -5
Her brows instantly furrowed, something was wrong, and she could tell by his reply. There was no teasing back; he hadn’t even given her some witty comment. Instead she pulled away, taking a step to be facing him in front. Her eyes trying to read his, he was distant, and it almost scared, this wasn’t like him.
“Chase?” she asked him softly, bringing her right hand to his jaw, her brows still furrowed in worry. She pulled back; he probably doubted this, probably was just going to just leave her again. She cringed away from him, taking a step away. A small hint of fear colored her features; she didn’t want to be left again, for a third time. She wrapped her arms around her torso, feeling a little bit self conscious, why did everything have to go wrong.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on May 5, 2008 22:40:20 GMT -5
Chase was pulled out of his thoughts at the sight of Storm withdrawing again. "No, Storm, don't. It's not you." It was a hell of a cliche, but it was true. "It's just...it's going to take some time." Rebound. The word hit him with little warning. He didn't want Storm to be a rebound, though. She's not, he told himself. He'd wanted her before Dru, he'd wanted her when he was with Dru. He didn't want her to get back at Dru. He'd be perfectly happy if Dru didn't even find out.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on May 6, 2008 8:03:32 GMT -5
For a second she wanted to just wrap her arms around him and believe that, but she didn’t want to make the same mistake as she did before. She raised her hand, taking a few steps closer to him; her hand wavered in the air. It shook a little, as she finally placed it on his chest. She wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his chest. There was still an uncertainty in her touch, but it would come to pass.
“Not me, Dru?” she asked him softly, a small murmur from her lips. She knew it should be a soft spot for him; they were close, were they not? She wasn’t exactly sure what his relationship with her was. Her memory returned to the forest, all those things she said to Dru. Up to this point she believed herself that most of it wasn’t true, but the look in Dru’s eyes told her that some points may have been very close to the truth.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on May 6, 2008 8:13:50 GMT -5
Chase tensed at Storm's question, or maybe just at the phrasing, at the bald mention of Dru's name. Still, he found his arms slipping around her, taking what he could get before reality crashed down and pulled them apart again. "Not you," he repeated. He left the rest unsaid. Yes, it was Dru. It was him, but he wouldn't demean her intelligence by saying as much. She knew. They knew.
Chase hated being unsure, hated not knowing what the hell he was doing, and this was something he'd never done before. He'd never been with someone long enough to be considered together, so he'd never had an awkward post-breakup. All he knew was that, for as right as this felt, something felt wrong, and he couldn't put his finger on it. "I don't know what I'm doing, Storm," he confessed.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on May 6, 2008 9:11:32 GMT -5
She accepted his embrace, her arms tightening around him, not wanting him to let go. She buried her face in his chest, her words muffled, but still audible.
"If any of us knew what we were doing, life would have been easier." she said, it was the blunt truth, but wasn't that what kept her living. She liked the fact that there was something to expect, something new in her life. Not the same old tiresome schedule.
"I wish I could make everything better." she said tilting her head up getting a better view of his face, she was still a little bit of uncertainty left in her.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on May 6, 2008 9:29:36 GMT -5
Chase looked down at Storm, one hand rising to sweep a lock of jet black hair behind her ear. "So do I," he said. "I don't know if I'd want life easier, though. Or maybe just not easy. Easy is...to easy to get bored with." Life had been easy before he'd gotten with Dru. Talk to whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and take whatever came with it. Always moving to keep one step ahead of the boredom.
Then Dru had come along, and nothing was easy anymore. Not even Storm had been easy anymore. And several months later, it had just ended. Easy. It had been the easiest thing that had ever happened between them, and the least satisfying. Chase's gaze darkened, and he raised his head, subtly angling his eyes out of Storm's view. They'd always given him away, and she didn't need to know what he was thinking. Had he and Dru fallen apart because it was too easy?
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