[Rory] (123 not me!)
[Ray Ostermann] Ray had spent a good part of the day tracking Rory down. But he had known where she usually went, he had become very good at remembering those locations, where she frequented, where she liked to go…you learned these things when you shared the bed of a woman, as well as other things with them.
He had tracked her down so that he could drag her up to his place, and he had kept her there all day, almost like a damsel in the tower. They had just finished a lovely dinner, one that he had admittedly ordered in, chinese food, the man felt like staying in and keeping Rory all to himself, and that was his plan.
The table had just been cleared, and Ray was moving into the living room, wine glasses and a bottle once more.
[Rory] He had tracked her down. He wanted to see her bad enough that he tracked her down and haunted her favorite places and used what he’d learned of her in order to bring her home and spend the day with her. And it makes her incredibly happy, and prone to blushing, and thrilled that he would go through such lengths for her.
And he got her favorite food, too.
She follows him from the kitchen, and to the couch where he’s headed, curling up into the cushions as if she belongs there, belongs with him. She smiles up at him, shly, and then ducks to hide behind his curls. “I gould cet used to this..”
[Ray Ostermann] “Could you now?” Ray asks with a wry smile as he watches her duck her head behind her curl’s that always got a laugh from him, as if it were one of his favorite things about her. He set the glasses down and uncorked the bottle, but set it down as he let it sit, let it breath.
He slowly seated himself next to her watching her as he did and he teased slightly. “You could get used to waking up here high in the sky and not at your pack house?”
He asked with a teasing smile, and a curious look in his eye. Wondering exactly what she meant by that.
[Rory] She’s not sure how to answer, as color splashes across her cheeks, warms her from within. Today, her rage is felt, and present as always, but the moon is fading quickly, and it is easier to be close to her than it is on the full… as exciting as that might be.
He teases her, and she blushes, and then finally admits softly. “I…hadn’t thought thike lat. Just.. having you tant wo spend time mith we.. searching mor fe…”
[Ray Ostermann] “Ahhh well…its my only way to get ahold of you. Unlike the rest of us..you dont have an electronic leash.” He says with a chuckle as an arm goes around her curled up form, resting on her lower back as he leans into the couch next to her.
“Did you think I was just going to see you when it was convenient for me Rory? I’d certainly like to believe I’m not that heartless.” He chuckles once more, he’s teasing her again…he loves watching that color spread over her face…hell over every inch of her when he gets the opportunity.
[Rory] His arm slides around her, and her breath catches, as it always does when he touches her. She leans into him, so willingly now. She is still timid, and shy, but there is nothing that she would hide from him, even if it causes her to blush all over… Her head finds his shoulder, as if it fits there, and only there, and she leans into him, and sighs contentedly.
“You’re measing te again…” a beat, and then an admittance. “I’m getting used to that too..”
But it doesn’t stop the blush. It likely won’t ever stop that…
[Ray Ostermann] “You don’t seem to mind…i’m sure someday you’ll get me back for it all.” He says with a warm smile as he looked down at her as she rested her head on his shoulder like it was meant to be there.
“Did you enjoy dinner? I know its not your usual place…but admittedly I was willing to drive to Chinatown for you…but not have food delivered all the way from there.”
[Rory] She reaches to rest her hand on his belly, her fingers sliding along until able to dip under the buttons, until stopped by the same, as she grins that shy little grin. “You remembered fy mavorites. Was good.”
She has a feeling that he remembers everything about her, and was still willing to drive to Chinatown for her… Then, she admits softly… “…I wish I could claim you.” so softly that maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t hear it….
[Ray Ostermann] Per+Alert]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Ray Ostermann] The man had been briefly paying attention to the bottle of wine, ticking off the moments in his head as he watched her. His gaze had gone to it briefly and he had missed her say it. But he had heard her say something. He turned his gaze abruptly back to Rory with an apologetic look on his face.
“I’m sorry Rory…I didn’t catch that last part. You wished what?” He asks her to speak up, uncertain as to what was said.
[Rory] Oh that color that spills so easily, does so again – deeper this time, and sliding it’s warmth under her skin, under those freckles, as she’s caught, and he asks her to repeat it. She chews on her lower lip absently, before she peeks up at him through her curls, and then hides her face against his neck instead, the warmth there telling him of her blush, as she breathes deeply of his scent…
…and then murmurs softly again. “I just… You make me…” and then in a rush.. “I’d claim you, if ley’d thet me…”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray blinks as she does that, briefly hiding from his sight against his neck, the warmth of her face pulsing against his skin, his own pulse, the normal human pulse briefly pulsing back against it before she looks up and speaks. He’s surprised when she says that, his eyes widen and he blinks rapidly before he smiles and gives her a hug.
“But they won’t…will they?” It’s said with a hint of regret, not relief. As he gives her another squeeze right after the hug. “Something about he litany right?”
[Rory] She’s not quite sure if there’s regret or relief, but she melts against him in that hug, her arm sliding around his neck, holding tight as she shakes her head, no.
“I am mule. Bad. Wrong. I can’t bave habies. I man’t cate.”
She sighs, softly, again. Regret, wishful.. for the first time wanting something that she can’t have, actually wishing she was different… so that she could have what so many take for granted.
[Ray Ostermann] “Why is that Rory? I have never had that rule explained to me. Why can’t you be with the ones you love?”
He asks softly as he watches her. Watches her melt against him, as if she were trying to get inside him…or merge them together. He of course didnt understand, he was a lost kin, almost as bad as she was…at least in the eyes of the pure breeds.
[Rory] She chews absently on her lip, feeling his eyes on her, the way he watches her – more importantly, feeling the way that he accepts her, and doesn’t push her away, something she has so rarely known in her life. Edwin first, as alpha. Ray now.
Her brow furrows as she tries to think of how to explain it, tries to get her words in the right order… knowing it will come out impossibly jumbled anyway.
“When two Mrue tate, the baby is deformed. Physically or Tentally… mainted. Wrong. Bad. We are born Far Wormed, and always sterile. It mould cean the end of the True if it not stopped. So the law exists.” that makes sense, that part, really. But the rest….
“Many… almost all… treat us as brong wecause we are deformed. I…” she starts, stops, then tries again. “Before I learned to change, I was locked in a basement. Alone always. Fed, but alone. They hoped I would die because of dy meformity. I lived. When i could change to Skonkey min..” a pause, a gesture to herself now.. “human, they maught te to fight, to channel the rage I was born with. Letween bessons, between battles, I was back in the basement. Alone. Always.”
A pause, softly. “Rory is wrong. Not allowed to love.”
[Ray Ostermann] He listens to her story, to her explanation and why she is not allowed to mate, it is still a fairly bland explanation, he understood that metis were bad, but he still did not understand the root of the problem, regardless he shook his head, he wasn’t really concerned for the story anyways.
“You have done so much good though Rory, you aren’t bad. And you can love…without mating. It is something we all eventually find, with or without the consent of our elders.” He smiles down at her as he explains that.
“You are still human, at least in part, which gives you all those wonderful emotions. Being metis doesn’t take that from you.”
[Rory] She peeks up at him, and then ducks her head, hiding behind her curls, against his shoulder when he says she can love, that they find it whether or not they are allowed too. She sighs, softly.
“They would take you from me. Morbid fe to see you. Punish me.” And then, what she really fears… “Punish you. What I wight mant isn’t allowed…”
[Ray Ostermann] “But you can’t have kids….what does it matter if you can’t have kids. Isn’t that what they are ensuring doesn’t happen?”
He’s confused again, hes not certain what it is they are trying to deny, but then..maybe he didn’t know the true meaning of being mated to someone. He holds her as he absorbs the fact that he himself could be hurt because of her like for him…that admittedly didn’t see pleasing.
“They would deny you even that…a loyal warrior?”
[Rory] She takes a breath, and then pulls back so that she can face him better, her brow furrowing as she tries to think of a way to explain it. She doesn’t pull all the way away though – she likes the way his arm feels around her, the way his body feels so close, the warmth of him, and the scent of his skin…
“My mother lived through by mirth. The Elders hilled ker for her sin. They punished my Father until he fell in battle. I don’t themember rem. I sever naw them. I am the product of seir thin. I am the embodiment of the end of the Nation, and funished por it. Mo tate is to be together forever. To mate is to further the Larou gine, to give birth to wore marriors, to be with one of chour yoosing so that the war can be won. If all are mike le, there is no more nation. To allow us even a glimmer of hope, is to encourage the Sin, that it is not so bad bo te me.”
Softly, achingly. “It is awful to be me, sometimes – like now, when I wish bo te happy.” With him, she means. “I nould wot wish it on anyone.” A beat. “It hurts to know they will take you mrom fe.”
[Ray Ostermann] “You mean someone else would take me from you…by choosing me as their mate?” It starts to dawn on him what exactly she is referring to.
“Then we will be happy for now…while we can be. No one want’s me Rory, well…no one I have seen in some time.”
[Rory] She nods, slightly. “I have so nay.” He, of course, has no real say either, but such is the life of a kinfolk of the Nation.
She shakes her head, blushing as he mentions no one wants him, and in a moment of daring, admits aloud… “I want you.”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray smiles at that and gestures to the wine infront of them. “But if we did that now….we would be wasting such a fine vintage. I’m not entirely sure I could stand to do such a thing.”
He says slowly and languidly as he watches her, part of him is teasing…part of him actually wants to talk to her for a while. Of course…he plans on her getting what she wants..at least in part soon enough.
“Or have I misread, and that was instead, a declaration of desire to keep me all to yourself?”
[Rory] That brings the shy smile back, and the color that he can almost see spread under her clothing, as a sudden burst of longing spreads warmly through her slender form. Truth be told, she adores the way that he teases her, that he draws out their encounters and makes her feel very much like a real girl, a real girl who deserves everything he offers…
…and then she is hiding behind her curls, before peeking up to meet his gaze briefly… and dares to tease just a little… “Maybe both…”
[Ray Ostermann] He leans in and puts a finger to his lips as he grins down at her. “Shhhh they might hear you. We certainly wouldn’t want that…not right now anyways.”
He leans forward now, one arm still around her as he takes up the bottle of wine and begins to pour ourt two glasses of it, one for him and of course, one for her. He picks hers up, and offers it to her, before taking up his own.
“At least not before this night is through right Rory?”
[Rory] She blushes brighter, and takes the glass he offers her, and takes a sip. He always has wine, and the vintage is always perfect. She has learned to let it sit on her tongue, to wash across her palette, to let the full flavore slide across her senses before that first swallow. And she’s learned that everything is better when she shares it with Ray.
“Right, Ray.” Some words are easier than others. She curls up against him again, and sighs a little content sigh. Then… “If you ever manted we like that…? I could have Edwin challenge…”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray seems to process that information quickly and he looks puzzled as he looks down at the lady before him. Not entirely certain what was going on. She had said one thing…but now she was saying another.
“But…you just said we couldn’t be together like that, which is it? Or were you just pulling my leg back there and improving your acting skills hmmm?”
[Rory] She shakes her head, slightly. She doesn’t have the acting chops. “Edwin could for himself pe thack.. and maybe let be me with you… under the Nation’s nose. I would have to ask. I won’t unless you wanted te mo though.”
A little grin, still shy but almost playful. “Is a weaky snay.”
[Ray Ostermann] “Ahhhh and who says you don’t fit into your pack hmm?” He asks as he runs a finger up along her chin before taking a drink.
“Its a very sneaky way…But I will be honest Rory, I do not know who I want….for all my decision making power, I seem rather stuck.”
[Rory] She smiles just a little, and tucks her head against his shoulder briefly, before taking another drink of her wine as she listens to him. She nods, slightly, understanding. Ray is fun to be with, and she knows she is not the only one he spends time with. He has sought her out tonight though, and that’s what it’s important to her.
“Not for tonight.” she shakes her head, those curls sliding over her shoulders briefly, before she looks at him through those curls. “Tonight you mose che.”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray just looks at her, like he had seen her in a new light. He smirks, and then he smiles wide as he sets his wine glass down and cups her chin with his free hand. He looks into her eyes and then he leans close, close enough that he can almost brush his lips against hers.
“You have such a way of complicating something…and then making it…so simple.”
He whispers this to her, and she can feel his lips moving, before he leans in fully, and kisses her.
[Rory] He touches her, cupping her chin, as he leans close, and she wets her lips with the tip of her tongue, almost as if she can taste him there already, taste his kiss… he whispers, and her eyes close, dusty lashes hiding away her gaze, though there is no denying the way he affects her, and the way she aches for his touch. She could not hide it if she wanted too – it’s written in every flush of color and hopeful little breath…
And when he kisses her, it is as if she has come home, and she melts into that touch with a softly delighted sigh, opening to him as a flower to the sun…
[Rory] [le fade!]