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Post by Greyson "Grey" Sebastien on Aug 8, 2008 18:55:06 GMT -5
A groan slipped from Grey's throat as he set himself to complying, his body screaming at her assault against him. He returned that assault, the desk suddenly cleared of disruptive objects as he pushed her back onto it. Everywhere their skin touched, it burned, and he burned everywhere as he joined her, as their bodies collided and melted together. There was nothing but sensation, no consequence, no fear, no thought, only a man and woman who needed one another so elementally that the world disappeared for them.
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Post by Headmistress Hells on Aug 8, 2008 19:09:48 GMT -5
Hells understood why the French called it la petite mort for she felt that her body had died and gone to heaven. A rush of emotions and feelings swept over her as she convulsed beneath him, her hands clinging to him as she let the waves of pleasure flow through her. Her breathing sporadic, her heart beat forcefully in her chest, so much so that Hells wouldn't have been surprised if it forced itself through. She could feel Grey tense above her, his own need threatening to spill. She responded to him, pushing him on, eager for him to share her intensities.
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Post by Greyson "Grey" Sebastien on Aug 8, 2008 19:30:24 GMT -5
Grey succumbed eagerly to pleasure, letting it burst from him, letting it drown him. The return to any kind of thought or reality was slow in coming, and he did not push the fact, but reveled in the heavy satiation weighing him down. He didn't want to think, didn't want to remember why this was a bad idea, why it shouldn't have gone this far. His past hovered in the dark shadows of his mind, silent now, but only waiting for the moment when it would step into the light and blind him.
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Post by Headmistress Hells on Aug 8, 2008 19:42:41 GMT -5
Hells laid beneath Grey, her breath slowly returning to normality, her mind unfogging as her body began to relax. She began to worry now. Worry if he should begin to think, remember things that had been for now blocked out. Stroking his hair, she laid a kiss on his forehead, the salty taste of his sweat wetting her lips. She didn't know what to say to him, didn't want to speak to him! She just wished to remain as they were, still wrapped together, undisturbed. Her back began to feel uncomfortable, but she put it to the back of her mind as she continued to play with his hair, curling it gently around her fingers. Her eyes felt heavy, but she daren't fall asleep, afraid that should she close her eyes, Grey would be gone the next time she opened them.
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Post by Greyson "Grey" Sebastien on Aug 8, 2008 19:54:02 GMT -5
The soft press of her lips against his forehead was a strange intimacy; when was the last time that someone had done such a thing? His mind shrank from any possible answer, but all the same, it affected him, and through the haze shrouding his brain, all the signs of fear crept in. He didn't want to go, didn't want to leave her, hurt her, abandon her. Didn't want to worry what might happen in his absence, didn't want the connection to grow stronger. He didn't want to open himself to that kind of pain. His lips met hers in a kiss of longing and apology even as he struggled to pull himself away. "Je suis désolé," he murmured against her. I'm sorry. He was sorry for the pain he knew he must cause, for his weakness in coming here, his inability to stay. He was dizzy as he straightened, or tried to; the world tilted beneath his feet, and he wasn't certain he'd remain upright.
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Post by Headmistress Hells on Aug 8, 2008 20:15:56 GMT -5
Hells understood the words Grey spoke and acknowledged them, pulling herself up from the desk as he straightened. She was adamant she wouldn't let her upset show and quickly slipped her usual mask of calmness over her face before she looked at him. Her stomach felt queasy with fear that he would make some excuse for his behaviour, that he would blame it on everything but the truth. The truth that even she didn't fully understand or know. She had no idea how he felt about her, whether there were some emotion attached to her or if it was just pure unadulterated lust. Glancing up, she saw him waver on his feet and reactively grabbed his arms to support him should he fall. Her mask slipped, concern instead taking it's place as she loosed her grip. "Are you okay?" She asked, voicing her concern as she held onto him, not wanting to let go incase he should pass out and fall.
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Post by Greyson "Grey" Sebastien on Aug 8, 2008 20:58:19 GMT -5
"Eet ees nothing," Grey said, reflexively returning to English with Hells's question, though his accent was thicker now with his head spinning as it was. "Difficulty sleeping. I may 'ave 'ad something to drink tonight." And last night as well, though that didn't need saying. Grey didn't pull away from her grasp, even as the vertigo slowly wound itself down. He didn't want to go, didn't want to leave her, but he felt that he needed to. And he felt like he needed to explain. "Please understand, it is...my own reasons...complications. You are a desireable woman, but...you deserve more than I am capable of giving."
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Post by Headmistress Hells on Aug 8, 2008 21:19:25 GMT -5
"Are you telling me," Hells retorted, letting her arms drop so as to pull her dress down to cover herself up. "That the reason you are here, is because you're drunk!" Her grey eyes flashed angrily at Grey, furious that once again he was backing away. She wanted to yell at him, tell him that she wasn't the woman that had hurt him in the past, her tongue ready to lash. She tore her eyes from him, focusing on a broken vase on the floor that had been, prior to the evening, sat on her desk. "Why on earth did you come here? To get your quick fix? Had you already decided before you arrived with your fallible excuses that I was just an itch that needed to be scratched?" She looked back at him, unable to hide the pain in her eyes. "You don't know what you are capable of giving Grey, because you won't allow yourself to find out." She cried, her emotions becoming the better of her. "Everyone has complications! Merlin's beard, my last partner killed my unborn child and almost killed me along with it!" She hadn't meant to reveal that to him and quickly slipped of the desk, putting some space inbetween them. It wasn't the fact that it was a secret, most of the school knew what had happened to her all those years ago, but it was the knowledge that it was so close to his own past that worried her. Okay so it was by his wife's own doing yet he believed he had her blood on his hands and Hells probably just sent those visions back into his mind. She turned her back on him and walked over to the window, holding back the hot tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks, trying to regain the cool, calm composure she was renowned for.
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Post by Greyson "Grey" Sebastien on Aug 8, 2008 21:29:29 GMT -5
Grey's mind struggled to put the pieces together, to hold on despite the wash of memories, of emotions tearing at him. It had not occured to him that his words, two separate thoughts entirely, would have been put together in such a way. He had been trying to prevent exactly the response that he had gotten! He reached for his clothes, forcing himself to pull on trousers, in the case that she threw him into the corridor. "I am...sorry for your loss," he choked, his memories swarming from the shadows, attacking, though his mind screamed that he wasn't ready! He needed time to think, needed to make this right, if there was any chance of doing so. "I came tonight...not knowing what it was that I wanted, only to see if you were all right, to see that I..." He stopped himself, trying again as he reached for his shirt, instinctually sure that she would turn on him with his stupidity. "You are worthy of a man who is strong and whole, and I am neither."
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Post by Headmistress Hells on Aug 8, 2008 21:48:53 GMT -5
Hells shoulders dropped, tilting her head slightly to hear what he was saying. "You are stronger then you realise Grey." She said softly, turning to face him as she spoke, her anger fading. "You've carried your remorse and your guilt for so long, for something that you are not to blame for. Anyone else would have given up by now. You cannot blame yourself for what happened to Claire-Elise. She made her choices, knowing what the outcome would be. You are not at fault for that! But yet, you punish yourself for it. You tell yourself that you won't let yourself near anyone, stay emotionally unattached, yet here you are. In my office. What does that tell you Grey?" She wasn't going to mention that she knew of his past, but this was the time and it needed saying. If it meant it helped him find some closure, but to leave her, never to see him again, then so be it. Of course she would be devastated, but his well-being was her only concern. She cared for him immensely and couldn't stand to see him punish himself time and time again. Her eyes shone from the unshed tears, but she watched him all the same.
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Post by Greyson "Grey" Sebastien on Aug 8, 2008 22:04:05 GMT -5
Grey didn't hear her question. His mind had frozen at the mention of Claire-Elise. Pain tore through him, deafening him; he didn't want to hear this, didn't want to hear that someone knew, that after all he had done, after years of moving on to stay ahead of the nightmares, to keep them at bay, they had caught him. He didn't ask how she knew; he hadn't changed his identity, it was all there, if one wanted to look, but somehow she had gone farther than fact, to the root of everything that plagued him.
"Non," he said, shaking his head in denial. "Pas, c'est le passé et j'ai passé. J'ai passé!" Grey's fingers could no longer work the buttons of his shirt, and he gave them up for lost, reaching for his shoes, his voice rising. " Il est terminé! Il n'y a rien, et vous ne savez pas! Je n'entendrai pas ceci!" He fought the tears of the past, fought insanity, but the past would not be denied, and he was nauseous from the force of it.
(((Translations: No, that is the past and I have moved on. I have moved on! It is over! There is nothing, and you do not know! I will not hear this!)))
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Post by Headmistress Hells on Aug 8, 2008 22:22:33 GMT -5
"If you have moved on, then why do you suffer the nightmares everynight? The same nightmares I suffer along with you. I am there when you argue, I am there when you find her. And then I am with you when you are stood by her grave. Your tears were mine. Your pain I felt alongside you. Everytime I reach out for you, I come against an invisible wall, one of which was just beginning to crumble. You are a stubborn man Grey!" She sighed, stepping forward. "You tell yourself that you will keep hold of your emotions, yet still she reigns over you. Who do you hate Grey? Yourself? Claire-Elise? Or is it me?" She couldn't believe he intentionally wanted to hurt her, but she voiced her thoughts all the same. "Was all this to prove that you could stay unattached? To prove to yourself and her that you were in control?"
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Post by Greyson "Grey" Sebastien on Aug 9, 2008 12:11:10 GMT -5
"Think what you wish!" Grey exclaimed, his heated tone at odds with the cold words. "I am drunk or I would not have come here!" He was increasingly sober, and striking out, yes, proving he could stay unattached when he knew that it was too late. He threw up a mental blockade, not knowing how she had come by her knowledge, but knowing that he must protect whatever was left, to save what was left of his sanity. Grey stepped away from Hells, not giving her a chance to touch him again, to remind him how weak he had been with her. "You may consider this my resignation!" he spat, far more of nerves in the words than anger, but he needed to salvage what pride he could. Grey quit the room, the door swinging shut heavily behind him.
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Post by Headmistress Hells on Aug 9, 2008 12:25:31 GMT -5
Hells grabbed her wand from the floor, undecided if she was too follow him or not. She was slightly shaken yet she refused to let him hurt her purposefully. His resignation though, she did not know how much truth was behind it. She sighed deeply, dropping herself into her chair. She wouldn't go after him. Not tonight. Tomorrow, she would go see him. She would pull herself together and question him on his resignation. If he decides to go then... Hells shrugged to herself. Who was she to stop him? Nobody. Her head began to ache a little from the excitement of the evening and she eyed the vials on her desk longingly. Tonight she would claim a good nights sleep and be refreshed for tomorrow. If she was going to be heading into a fight, then at least she could be prepared. Picking up the bag, Hells withdrew a vial of the sleeping draught and headed to her bedroom.
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