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Post by Emilian Sota on Aug 13, 2017 13:49:00 GMT -5
"Well, I'm not about to team up and try to take Society by force, that's Dare and Michael's job," Emilian said. He stood and stretched. "I...I don't know, I need to think. Maybe Dare should be involved." The man did enjoy taking in strays, though Michael wasn't much better when it came to leaving people to deal with their own business. Even if their trust in him was thin and tentative still, it was likely the best idea. And no, he wasn't thinking about manipulations and schemes.
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Post by Ash Blackwood on Aug 14, 2017 13:28:36 GMT -5
"I don't want to take Society," Ash said, ignoring his mention of the Freak for now. "This isn't about becoming elite. This is only about having a place of acceptance." This man was afraid of power, wasn't he? He'd accepted his lot in life as a lowly shopkeeper. He did seem to enjoy the profession, but there was nothing wrong with that. "This isn't about being powerful. It's about being comfortable somewhere, being able to find peace." Was that right?
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Post by Emilian Sota on Aug 14, 2017 15:08:32 GMT -5
Emilian had found peace, or at least as close to it as he thought he could get or deserved. Unless helping someone else find peace was his next step toward redemption. The thought almost made him audible laugh at himself. His wasn't some great redemption story from the old epics. "I said I need to think," he said, standing to round the counter and distract himself with a display.
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Post by Ash Blackwood on Aug 14, 2017 15:22:10 GMT -5
Ash put her hand out to stop him, not with force, but a gentle touch to his bare hand. "Wait," she pleaded softly. Wait? For what? She wasn't entirely sure. She didn't know what to say, but her eyes begged him not to dismiss her. She'd hardly lived! She'd run away from her lonesomeness and found this man, who was as damaged as she was. She knew pain. She knew self-loathing. She knew how easy it was to just accept one's lot. She'd spent most of her twenty years doing so.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Aug 14, 2017 15:28:07 GMT -5
Nowadays, Emilian only got this close to women when helping them with jewelry fastenings, and even that was rare. At least then he had time to prepare himself or there was already distance. This girl was trying her damnedest to worm her way in. "I could pull you down further instead of help you step up," he tried, feeling as if it was a last attempt to push her away without listing his sins while tamping down the heat from that light touch.
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Post by Ash Blackwood on Aug 14, 2017 15:33:40 GMT -5
"I can't go down any further," Ash said, meeting his cool blue eyes with hers. "You've treated me better today than my family ever has." Why did she feel like he was pleading too? Why did she feel such tension, but no desire to pull away? She shifted closer to him, dared herself to enter his personal space, to let him enter hers. Can you feel it? she asked silently.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Aug 14, 2017 16:00:27 GMT -5
Emilian took in an involuntary breath at her nearness. He could smell her, and he didn't want to be able to. Still, old habits were hard to break, and that first sharp breath became a second deeper one. A Society girl, a Blackwood, nonetheless. Her skin looked so smooth...and when his hand lifted to briefly touch her jawline it felt smooth, too. He jerked it down. "Don't do this to me," he said, silently cursing his stuck feet.
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Post by Ash Blackwood on Aug 14, 2017 16:09:15 GMT -5
"Do what?" Ash asked, hardly hearing the words as she leaned in and closed her eyes. That touch had sent shivers through her, shivers he must have felt, as close as they were.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Aug 14, 2017 16:32:46 GMT -5
Emilian was faced with a choice he hadn't had to make in a long time. This wasn't a street walker he could do with as he pleased, this was a person who had chosen him to ask for help. The right thing to do would be to step away, ask her to leave, say they could speak later. The wrong thing to do would be to let her lips touch his, to put his arms around her, invite her upstairs. When had he ever defaulted to the right thing? Her lips were soft and her waist warm as one arm encircled it.
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Post by Ash Blackwood on Aug 14, 2017 16:41:29 GMT -5
Ash hummed with surprised pleasure. This was nice, very nice. In fact, she wanted more, and though she had no real idea what to do, instinct served her well enough. She kissed him eagerly, lay her hands lightly against his chest, then slid them around to the back of his neck. She liked his overly long hair, liked how warm his skin was, and was oh-so-willing to do whatever he wanted.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Aug 14, 2017 16:51:46 GMT -5
Emilian pulled her hips against his, enjoying the familiar feel. He ached with physical memories, though so many of the actual thoughts had been buried over the years. The girl was eager, he could feel it in every inch of her that touched him, in that tension of her body as it met his. He should stop before he enjoyed it too much. There were many pleasures in life, and this one was dangerous when he enjoyed it. His hands firmed on her hips.
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Post by Ash Blackwood on Aug 14, 2017 16:56:02 GMT -5
"Take me, please," Ash murmured, her lips brushing his with every soft word. "It feels so..." She kissed him again, pressed against him, asked in every way her body could think of, shivered in anticipation. Everything she'd said, everything she did, was genuine. This was no ploy.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Aug 14, 2017 16:59:19 GMT -5
"I know," he murmured, but Sarabeth pressed against him further, Emilian broke the kiss. "I can't. You don't understand." His eyes closed tightly against her body and his own, trying to regain control when all he wanted was to give her what she thought she wanted. Pulling away was proving far more difficult than he had hoped, even so.
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Post by Ash Blackwood on Aug 14, 2017 17:05:49 GMT -5
"No, you don't understand," Ash breathed. She opened her eyes to look at his, closed and tormented. "Forget everything else, I don't care anymore, please, just..." She pressed her lips to his again, not demanding, but trying to coax a response. At the moment, she didn't care about marrying him, she cared about doing this!
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Post by Emilian Sota on Aug 14, 2017 17:21:40 GMT -5
Although it took every bit of strength and willpower Emilian possessed, he refused. "No!" he insisted, then forced himself to take a step back and a deep breath. "No. It's important! It's..." He stepped further back, shaking his head. It was important, if only to himself, that he could recognize things that could become overwhelming or a problem and to say no. You can do this, you can. He clenched his hands into tight fists, then spread them, anything to use up energy.
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