[Ray Ostermann] The first stop of the day had been to the Brotherhood, that nexus of all things garou and kin, the next had been a meeting with a client a boring affair in a downtown italian restaurant. The final stop of the day was to a place Ray had not been to in some time, Chinatown that hive of scum and villainy held a few surprises here and there, many of them food related, but Ray was so full by now that if he ate more he might burst.
He was here for reasons even he did not fully comprehend he simply felt the need to be present and so he had left his car in its usual parking spot and had gotten out to wander about, looking about at the quiet streets around him, many having retreated indoors to do their debauchery.
[Rory] Rory likes Chinatown for many reasons – the lights, the hustle and bustle, the fights and furious screaming by the folks that live there, the noodles.
Ok, mostly the noodles and the lights. She’s become something of a fixture here, on the bench next to The Noodle Hut, where she can get something to fill her belly for a price even she can afford. She’s finished her dinner [and finished fixing the soda machine inside to pay for it], the bowl empty by her thigh. In her lap is an old, well-loved guitar, a gift from a friend as he left town.
[…because they always leave….]
She’s strumming the strings idly, playing chords in random order, listening to how they sound, how she can put them together to play other things. Then, she slides into a very acceptable sounding Danny Boy, her head down, curls framing her face under a knit beanie that tries to control the unruly mop, but fails.
Otherwise, she is as she always has been, even under the darkened moon – Rage keeps a path free around her, burning bright. Tattered jeans, teeshirt under a jacket, and fingerless gloves, plus sensible shoes. Her backpack is at her feet, the guitar case under the bench.
And so she plays on…
[Ray Ostermann] Where most avoided Rory, fled from her like she was something that would burn them, pain them or break them apart Ray had always found Rory’s fire and rage to be somehow comforting, it threatened to devour him, to burn him up just as much as any other man or woman but for him it was the same threat that came from a household hearth, something you loved dearly despite the fact that it might hurt you, you still snuggled close to its warmth.
It was this that Ray felt first, music in the air of Chinatown was not unusual, not even at this point in the day, so he would have ignored the music, if the Rage had not rolled over his skin and gave him direction. He headed for her, and when she came into view, that familiar shock of red hair, the pale but freakily skin…all so familiar and remembered, but so long since they had been seen, all he could do was stop and watch for a moment, that bright smile crossing his face before he stepped forward.
“Well well, someones been learning some new skills since I last saw them.” He called as he slowly made his way towards her.
[Rory] She doesn’t sing. She can’t sing – not with all the words in the proper places. She doesn’t read music, either, because reading is something she’s never been able to do – it just simply doesn’t make sense. Even so -she can play. Not perfectly yet, as she’s just learning, but she’s done pretty well, despite her limitations.
She feels someone watching her, and her brow furrows slightly, though she doesn’t look up. It is, after all, not unusual for her to be stared at. When he speaks though, her head snaps up, and she can’t hide the little smile that curves across her lips – even if she wanted too.
“Hi.”
She ducks her head again, and plays a final chord, before laying her fingers across the strings with a light blush. He always did have that effect on her…
[Ray Ostermann] She greeted him, and then hid her face in a sea of red curls, the old hi and hide, it was a classic Rory move, one that Ray had missed in his absence from her presence and he couldn’t help himself but to chuckle as he stepped up next to her and then boldly took up the remainder of the bench for himself.
“Hello Rory, your looking flustered as always.” He said in a gentle but chiding tone, joking with her.
“How have you been? I’m sorry I stopped coming around.”
[Rory] She’s looking flustered as always – and the blush deepens, spreading along her neck, down beneath her clothing, where -as he knows best – it goes all the way down. She chews on her lower lip lightly, and peeks up at him through her lashes, before watching her fingers again as she lightly plays the five chords she knows.
“Ok.” as in how she’s been. Under the words though, there’s the ache of lonliness she doesn’t try to hide. Then, an admission in the wake of his apology “I’m sot nupposed to see you anymore.”
But she isn’t moving away. Not at all.
[Ray Ostermann] He blinked at that, a hint of concern and unpleasant meanings crossing his eyes as he heard her say that she wasnt supposed to see him anymore. That just seemed unconsiderate and he didn’t like it one bit.
“Surely they didn’t mean you couldn’t be near me Rory…and if they did…then they..whoever they is can simply deal with it.” He shakes his head as he watches her, looks at her through the cloud of red around her eyes, trying to meet those great green orbs that hid so well from his sight.
“Well I’m glad your doing alright…but something tell’s me you could use some company.”
[Rory] They surely did mean exactly that, and her huff of frustration says so. She turns her head to meet his gaze though, very briefly, as he tells her that she could use some company, and her little soft sigh says volumes in agreement.
She sets aside the guitar, placing it in the case with reverence and care, before she pulls her feet up to hook on the bench, and wraps her arms around them. She rests her cheek on her knees so that she can watch him, still hidden by the stray slide of curls across her face.
“How’re things? Caby bome?
[Ray Ostermann] He smiles at her, despite the fact that he had nearly just vanished on her, she still cared enough to ask about the baby, the baby which in all honesty had taken him away from her, and he shook his head. “Not yet…still a couple month’s left before that happens, but its getting closer and closer…you should see the size of Marni.”
He makes light hearted fun of his mate, not in any mean way, just good fun, making light of what happens to women when they have babies. “Things are going well otherwise, I’m starting to work with the nation again a little, though I’m still keeping quite a bit of distance from Wyrmbreaker and company.”
He watches her as she wraps herself around herself and his smile softens for her, so shy this one, so strange for all the rage that pulsed from within. “I guess you arn’t hungry huh?” He asks looking at the bowl on the other side of her. “I was going to offer you lunch if i found you.”
[Rory] There’s something wistful in her gaze, which she hided under the fall of rusty lashes, when he speaks of his mate, his baby. Things she’ll never have – forbidden and unable, both. But under it all, she’s genuinely happy for him. As long as he’s happy – she’s ok.
He’s keeping his distance. She snorts. “Te moo.” She had always held Lukas in high regard due to his position, his rank. Something must have happened for her to actually verbalize her intention to avoid him…
She glances at her noodle bowl, and then back up at him with a little smile. “Always hungry.” Especially now, alone again.
[Ray Ostermann] “Well then my dear Rory.” He said with that award winning, knee knocking smile as he reached around and clasped her opposite shoulder in his hand. “I think we have a lunch date.” He said as he bent down slightly so he could look her in the eyes.
“So tell me…where would you like to eat…name it, anywhere you want. I’ll make it happen right here…right now, and damn the expense…or the naysayers who think otherwise.”
He gives her control then, offers it up if she wanted it, he knew she had grown more bold in his time with her…he was somewhat curious if it had managed to hold since he had left.
[Rory] He slides his rm around her, clasping her shoulder, and she all but melts into his side in the closeness that brings. She tips her head to hide against his shoulder, hiding her gaze, and giving her the chance to simply breathe his scent, pulling it deep into her lungs and holding it there, treasuring the brief moment of how it used to be…
Then he’s promising her the world – in terms of lunch, that is – and she can’t help letting lose a little giggle, despite her attempt to hold it behind her lips.
Anywhere she wants – damn the expense. He’ll make it happen… “Pizza?” It’s been months of noodles and the odd sandwich at the Broho… pizza sounds divine…. “Deep Dish” a classic.. and then, a hint of the boldness he remembers….
“…delivered.”
[Bridget] (open yall or not?)
to Ray Ostermann, Rory
[Bridget] (actually, shit. I need to do some errands. Maybe later))
to Ray Ostermann, Rory
[Ray Ostermann] His scent was that same rich opulent flavor she remembered from nights and mornings spent with the man, the smell of wine, cigars, fine whiskey and clean soap, a life of finer things filled her senses and all screamed the same name to her brain…Ray
Pizza, of all the places, of all the elegant environments and lavish meals that Rory O Bryne could have desired or asked for, Pizza had not been on Ray’s list of expected food choices. But Pizza it was, and Pizza he would get her…but delivered that simply brought a deep warm chuckle from the man’s lips and he smiled.
“I did say whatever you wanted Rory and its yours.” He says as he rubs her shoulder slightly, before letting her go, intent on rising, but not doing so till she had moved away from him. “I take it were getting it deleivered your place?”
[Rory] That makes her blush, again, as she tucks her face – heated with her own audacity – against his neck. She’d never ask him to do anything but share a meal, but they both know, remember, how it is to be together. She pulls away when he lets her go, and then nods. Her place. Edwin’s place. It’s closer, and its… well. closer.
She stands, and sweeps up her pack, which is far more heavy that what she makes it out to be, and sets it on her shoulders, before picking up Ruarc’s guitar in her other hand. She watches Ray for a moment, then offers her free hand to him with a shy little smile.
“Py mlace.”
[Ray Ostermann] He stands and in a move that was equally bold [and could get him in trouble with Marni] takes the Fianna by the hand. “I know I can’t drive there…so your going to have to lead the way.” He says as he looks about. “Do I need to cover my eyes like the last time we went to your place?” He asks partially in jest, partially because he had had to do just that the last time they had gone there, and he wasn’t going to argue if that was the case.
He tried to ignore the lingering sensation of heat against his neck, the feel of her skin on his, and for now he was managing it. He wondered if perhaps he should have waited a while longer before coming to see this shy young woman…someone who Ray felt uncontrollably attracted to somedays.
[Rory] Does he need to cover his eyes? She shakes her head, and turns to lead him toward an alleyway, and start the way to what was one a packhouse – and now simply houses Rory, and her tools.
“Edwin’s gone.” There’s something too final in that, laced with a yearning he’ll never completely understand – no kin can. She doesn’t know if he’s dead or alive, if Delmar is dead or alive – only knows that they’re gone from chicago, and left her behind.
[They always leave.]
Unlike the winding path she took him on last time, this time she takes him directly to the remembered fire escape, letting him know how to find her, should he ever have the desire too.. It’s a lot closer than it felt like last time, too. She’d done a good job of hiding it – though why she doesn’t now is anyone’s guess.
[Ray Ostermann] Ray is somewhat surprised by this, being lead to her home without any sense of secrecy or misdirection, but he kept the address and its location stored within his mind, he knew that at some point…he would be back here, back to see the redheaded fianna who he had called his for a time.
They ascend the ladder to Rory’s home and Ray watched her carefully. There was something he wanted to say….something he wanted to give her, but part of him was uncertain if he could do such a thing…or if he would live to tell Marni of it later. Regardless of this he kept his hand in her’s…letting her have it for as long as she pleased.
“We really should get you some more furniture Rory.” He says looking around. “You don’t need to live with the bare basics.”
[Rory] There’s something he wants to say – watching her carefully – and she turns to look at him questioningly, briefly, before slipping the window up and sneaking into the place she calls home.
The heat in the apartment was never the best – and going in and out the window by the fire escape doesn’t really help that. As a result, though, she has taken over the living room as hers. All things that were her packmates, things left behind, have been regulated to their rooms, and locked away for when they want to return. The room that had been hers, never said much about the redhead who slept there.
The living room does. Her bed is the couch, and the blankets and pillows are folded carefully on one end. The table in the corner is littered with pieces and parts of broken and in repair and finished small mechanical things that she is working on. It’s the messiest thing in the room. There is no tv no radio, nothing but a lone mp3 player on the coffee table, which – should he look – holds only celtic songs and lessons for the guitar she doesn’t even claim is her own. The apartment is clean though – very clean. All but her pile of tools on that table.
She sets the guitar against the wall, and lets go of his hand to slip her pack from her shoulders too. She looks around at the ‘bare basics’ she lives in, and then back to Ray – she remembers well the fine things in his apartment… things she’s never had, nor ever imagined.
“Don’t know when the wady lill kick me out. Stess luff, easier to carry.” pragmatic in the face of the unknown. Who knows when Edwin’s money for rent will run out.
[Ray Ostermann] Ray seems to take the suggestion that she would be kicked out at any point in the future to be a completely unacceptable term and he shakes his head as if to dispell such an idea. “I want you to give me the number of your land lady before I leave Rory, I’m going to make sure you never have to leave unless you want to.”
He says looking around at the bare bones she lived with, it was by no means squalor, but certainly she could do with some better heating at the very least. He did wonder on where the things he had given her had gone too…the dress, the shoes, and the other odds and sodes, probably packed away in her room or a closet somewhere Rory wasn’t the sort who wore such things regularly after all.
After taking a moment to look around Ray smiled and pulled out his shiney IPhone and started to search for the nearest decent pizza parlour as he gave Rory that winning smile once more. “So…how do you like your za?”
[Rory] She still has everything he’s given her, tucked away into her pack when it comes to the dress and shoes, odds and ends. She carries everything important to her everywhere she goes, just in case. He asks for the landladies name, and she blinks, and then ducks her head, shyly. He’s always taking care of her…
“First floor, number one.” Is where the landlady is. As for how she likes her pizza… “Hot.” Not one for being picky, Rory… “no anchovies.”
She settles to the beat up couch and removes her shoes, setting them aside, before pulling her knees to her chest again, and wrapping long arms around her legs, watching him.
[Ray Ostermann] Rory didn’t give him a number, but she did give him the next best thing, the location of her, and she knew from the look on his face then when he left, he would be stopping by and he would be making sure that she really didn’t have to go anywhere. This place would be hers for certain by the end of the night.
Another chuckle issues from his lips as she specifies…or doesn’t specify what sort of pizza she likes and he watches her as well for a moment as she curls up on the couch and once again sets herself to watching the man as he dials the number. “You know if I get everything but anchovies this pizza is going to fall through the box.” He says to her as he steps about the apartment as he puts the phone to his ear. “Hello? Yes I’d like to order please.”
[Rory] The place would be hers… she doesn’t understand the implications of that, or even what she’d do with something to call her own. To her, it’s always been Edwin’s, the pack’s – never hers. The only thing that is hers is her pack and what is inside. The rest… well.
Her body is not even her own – it belongs to the tribe, the nation, the sept. What she does with it is not her decision – or so they would have her think. The seeds of rebellion, however, have been planted. Slow to grow, but there… somewhere under the surface.
“I know.” She grins a little as watches him pace about the small living room as he dials. His presence is undeniable, he fills the room, makes it his own, taking total control. She surrenders to it easily, knowing of all those she has met, this man she can trust, completely.
Even in such simple things as to what to put on the pizza.
[Ray Ostermann] And so he order’s not just one pizza but three of them. Each with a different set of toppings, to satisfy a variety of cravings. It was certain that Rory would have left over’s and while it might not be ‘hot’ there was always a microwave, or oven to reheat it in.
He smiles at her when she I know and he shakes his head as he chuckles and finishes the order. When its done he puts the phone back in his coat pocket, and goes to take off the coat, laying it over the arm of the couch and then, took a seat next to Rory sighing as he eased himself into the seat.
“This is nice…I haven’t done this in quite a while.” He said with a smile to the timid girl before looking forward at the space where a TV might normally be present. “However Rory…you really might want to think about repairing a TV for yourself…what do you do when your just sitting here?” He asks as he puts an arm over the back of the couch.
[Rory] He sits next to her, and she closes her eyes, briefly, before she turns to watch him from under a frame of curls. She aches to let go, to simply curl up against him, to breathe him in, take him in, let him take her away for just a little while. His arm around the couch is close, he’s so close, and it makes her quiver deep inside where memory is tied to scent, and where touch could set things in motion that couldn’t be stopped.
She’s not supposed to care, to want, to need.
[…she does anyway…]
She never thought of repairing a tv for herself. She tips her head, then looks at her table of tools, and the guitar. The answer is simple… “Thix fings. And practice.”
[Ray Ostermann] He raises a brow at that and tilts his head slightly. “It sounds like you haven’t been involved with the nation to much yourself Rory…you know I met a kin of your tribe today…said she was having a hard time finding you.” He mentions casually as he shrugged.
“I didn’t think it could be true as you always showed up when i least expected you too.”
[Rory] Her brow furrows, and she rests her chin against her knees again, sighing softly. “Still patrol. Thill kings. Met other Fianna in town, too. Am around, but…” she hasn’t been much involved… it’s true, and her little shrug says so… as does her admittance. “Too angry.”
a beat. “Hurt.”
Not physically, that much is easily seen.
[Ray Ostermann] He nods at that, fully understanding, knowing how it felt to be used and tossed aside, he certainly didn’t want her to feel that way. “I’m sorry to hear that Rory.” He says as his arm came down off the back of the couch and gave her a squeeze.” I know how it feels….but we do have to put it past us. Hiding in the past isn’t going to help anyone, and you and I both know that the Nation needs every bit of help it can get.
His voice isnt condescending or ordering, it is simply understanding and in a sense confiding. He had spent enough of his own time far away from the workings of the nation.
“But for tonight lets not worry about that alright…though it would be alot easier to do something if you had a bit more…entertainment around here.”
[Rory] She nods, slightly, as she understands, and she knows. It is why she still does her duty, despite remaining in the background to do so. Lukas hurt her, badly, the last time they met. He and his packmate both. She has lost confidence in his ability to see anything, to know, to understand – and that’s not good in a leader.
Not good at all.
He squeezes her again, a little, and she melts into him as she had on the street, cuddling in close with a soft sigh. “I know.”
And then he’s talking about entertainment, and the blush that colors her cheeks gives hint of what entertainment that brings to mind, though she’d never dare suggest it, at all. “Sorry?”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray chuckles and shakes his head even as she melts into him, he tries not to take it in the way her body wishes he would take it, and probably her mind and heart wanted him to take it as well. He just took it as Rory being Rory, affectionate for those she knows. Even though something in the back of his own mind screamed that this is what he wanted.
“I just bet you are…you know if they did it, I would order in a TV right now…but they only do next day delivery.” He said with a wry chuckle. “Do you have any board games? Or any suggestions as to what we can do to occupy ourselves while we wait?” Curiously he looks around the apartment even as he feels the soft form of her body pressing gently up against him.
[Rory] He holds her – just holds her, and it’s all very nice and chaste and simple and good. She trembles with the emotions it brings, of the things she remembers, of what he taught her, of all the things she was told to turn her back on, things she was ridiculed fore when she did the right thing. Things that are still held against her, even now. He looks around, and he holds her, and she closes her eyes to relax against him with a little sigh.
…then a question. “goard bames?” It’s safe to assume she’s never played such a thing. In fact, it’s safe to assume she’s never played much of anything at all. As for what she’s thinking – well. It’s a good thing her face is hidden against his neck.
[Ray Ostermann] “You…really haven’t ever played a board game have you?” He asks as he shakes his head. “Ok…this one I’ve got covered, you give me twenty minutes, and I’ll be back.” He says as he goes to stand, easing up out of the couch unless she tries to keep him there. He pulls out several twenties and hands them to her.
“If I’m not back before the pizza guy gets here, give him that, don’t worry about the change alright?” He asks as he goes to put on his coat and head for the door, before he leaves though he looks back and smiles at her. “I’ll be right back.” Said like he had a secret…one he was going to share with her very…very shortly.
[Rory] She tips her head, slightly, as he shakes his, and then he’s pulling away, and she – despite a brief moment where she presses closer, loathe to leave the comfort he provides – she lets him stand. He peels off the money and hands it to her, and mentions that he’ll be back.
smiling like he has a secret.
Confusion slips through her gaze, but it’s with a little grin as she watches him – a kid on Christmas, or so they say. She’s never had that pleasure either. She nods, as he moves toward the door – it can be unlocked from in here, reason number one she always uses the fire escape, no key – and promises he’ll be back.
She rubs her nose absently with a hand, and then nods again. “Ok.”
If patience is a virtue, Rory may very well be the most virtuous female in Chicago.
[Ray Ostermann] It took Ray longer then he had anticipated to return, a full twenty five minutes pass from the time he steps out the door, to the time he walks back through it, a bag in hand. When he closes the door behind him he smiles at Rory and raises a brow in question.
“Did you miss me?” He says with a joking chuckle as he removes his jacket once more and goes to sit, opening the bag once more. “Now I know you have trouble reading and the like…so I got us a board game of a sort that doesn’t require it.” He says as he pulls a box from the bag, on the box is a picture of a tower of blocks, and of people removing blocks and moving them around. The name of the game, if she could understand it…is jenga.
He sits down and begins to open it up, looking at Rory with an equally eager smile, Ray was a first in many things for Rory, and he did so love continuing to show her the world she was denied for so long.
This…is Jenga, I think your going to like it.”
[Rory] Just before he gets back, the pizza arrives, and she takes the three deep dish deliciousness in a box from the delivery guy, and shoves the money at him. He counts it, tries to hand some back and she waves him away and shuts the door. He doesn’t complain – it was a hella nice tip, and that means a hella big J after work.
She sets the boxes down on the coffee table, and does her best to wait till Ray returns, though one piece is missing a couple pieces of toppings that she’s plucked off while she waits. Fortunately, it’s not long, and when he asks if she missed him..
She blushes.
Predictably.
She nods, and looks at the bag with open curiosity as he explains. He pulls out the box, and she tips her head, studying the happy faces of kids playing the game, as he goes on to open it, and tell her what it is.
“Jenga…”
Of course she’ll like it. He’s showing it to her… she peeks up at him, and then watches as he sets up the blocks. And since he’s back, she goes about grabbing that piece of pizza and starts to eat, talking with her mouth full as she does so. “What do de wo?”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray looked at the pizza, as well as the slice which she had already stolen and he chuckled. “You know if you were hungry you could just take some, there is plenty after all.” He says chiding her and gently poking her in the side before turning back to his game.
“The basic idea is that we build a tower ontop of this one, and each time you alternate taking one from the bottom, the middle, and then the top, then placing it ontop of the tower. If it falls over when its your turn…you lose.” Straight forward, simple, and it didn’t require a big list of rules to play, it was perfect for her, and it would be loads of fun.
When the tower was set up, Ray took a few pieces of pizza for himself and nibbled on them, not massively hungry, but more then happy to share in the food with Rory. “So…how about you go first?” He says with a wide grin after chewing and swallowing his first bite.
[Rory] She watches how the tower is set up, and listens carefully to the rules as Ray explains them. It seems simple enough – though to build a tower on top of one they are systematically destroying seems to defeat the purpose of building to begin with…
[…welcome to the game, Rory….]
She wrinkles her nose, and peeks up at Ray, and shoves another bite of pizza into her mouth before wiping her hand across the denim on her thigh, and reaching with steady fingers to pluck a piece free, and set it atop the pile, her brow furrowed in concentration. once she succeeds, she peeks over at Ray to be sure she’d done it right…
[Ray Ostermann] Ray smiles at her and nods, she had done exactly what was necessary and he grinned. The real fun wouldn’t start until they were at least four or five pieces in. It was easy for him to reach in and pluck a block from the tower and slide it ontop of the tower next to Rory’s previously acquired one before he let out a sigh.
“Its been years since I’ve played this.” A light chuckle following as he gently nudged Rory. “You make me do the silliest things sometimes you know that?”
[Rory] He nudges her again, and she flushes with delight at the simple touch, at making him do silly things. “is Silly?” Playing games, she means, even as she concentrates on getting another piece, and placing it carefully on top. She has a good eye, and picks her pieces with confidence, now that she knows she had done it right the first time.
She can see this is like planning a battle, a skirmish, placing pieces where they give you stability while stealing the same from your opponent.
And then, as she shoves another bite of pizza into her mouth… “is good bo te silly?” A question, rather than a statement, as she is still so unsure about how things should go. Put her in front of an enemy, and she is confident, strong, triumphant. PUt her in a social situation, and it’s the direct opposite.
[Ray Ostermann] “Hmmm thats a good question” He says tapping his chin as he thought, his eyes rolling over to look at her and he chuckles watching the pizza get chewed up mercilessly before it was doomed forever.
“You know that bowl of noodles must not have done a thing for your hunger.” He says as he smiled at her before seeming to decide on an answer. “And yes…with the right people at the right time, silly can be one of the best things you could be.” He concentrates then, paying attention to the block he had to remove, and did so without tooo much difficulty, Rory was most certainly more dexterous then he, having lived a desk life, while she was on the street and fighting nightmares on a regular basis.
[Rory] He teases her about her hunger, and she ducks her head, with that shy little grin of hers. “Don’t eat luch mately.” Just a simple statement, that tells so much of how alone she has been. She hungers for far more than just pizza… simple attention, simple company – these are better by far.
She slides another piece free, and sets it atop their tower, carefully, before looking back up at Ray. “I sike lilly, then.”
[Ray Ostermann] “So long as your enjoying yourself Rory, thats what matter’s you have to enjoy life when you can, cause i know what the rest of it is like.” He might not know precisely what her life is like, but he understands the concept, the danger, the pain, the loneliness, hes trying his best to help alleviate that, at least for a time.
The tower was beginning to show signs of instability, and Ray took his very sweet time to pick a piece, tapping them on the end to see if any would slide loose easier then the other. He was happy to be her company, her attention and to give such things in return.
“Am I going to have to come by just to make sure your eating Rory?” He asks with a bemused smile as he sets the piece ontop with a relaxing sigh before leaning back in the chair and looking at his handiwork.
[Rory] “Always fave hun with you.” softly admitted, most of her concentration on removing a tricky piece, which will make his turn that much more difficult if she succeeds. She takes to the strategy like one who’s played games all her life, and with the intense desire and concentration to do it right as one who’s trying something for the very first time…
Is he gonna have to come by… she flushes as she sits back, her piece stable on an unstable tower. “Yes?” hopeful, that.
[Ray Ostermann] “And I have to admit Rory, your pretty damn fun to be around yourself.” He says with a moment of rare eye contact through those curls. He reaches over then and moves the curls out of the way with a gentle brush of a finger tip. “There…thats much easier to talk to you now.” He says even as the curls start to fall back into place.
He examines the tower and doesn’t look happy with what’s there, its still wobbly from when she had taken the piece out and it was only going to make it that much harder for him.
“I might be able to stop by on a more regular basis…if only to make sure you continue to devour innocent pizza slices with vigour.” He comments as he tries for that piece.
[Dex]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 3 (Failure at target 6)
[Rory] He brushes her curls back, and she lets him, pulling her lower lip between her teeth, the corner of her lips curving up into a little smile. They don’t stay back for long, those red locks, though, but his attention is already back on the wobbly tower. Her attention, however, is on him. She watches as he moves she [remembers] revels in the warmth of the simple touch, the quiet companionship, and the way he’s always made her feel.
Like something precious. Something real. Something – someone – important.
[‘All i want from you,’ said the Ahroun Elder, the War Leader, the one considered her better by everyone who’s ever set foot in Maelstrom, ‘is strong claws and a clear head in battle.’ And that is where the other chimed in, and proved that the Unbroken were shortsighted – stupid even. And in the process, broke her heart, her spirit.]
“I’d thike lat.” And she holds her breath as he reaches for that piece, knowing it’s not going to end well…
[Ray Ostermann] “I think I can squeeze you in.” He says as he looks over his shoulder, foolishly, for at that moment the tower comes crashing down. The blocks clattered down with a sound that was almost unique, and it heralded the end of their game, leaving Rory the victor and Ray very much the startled loser.
“Well…..that did not go as planned.” Ray said with a laugh as he picked up a brick and turned it over in his hand, before tossing it aside and picking up a slice of pizza before leaning back into the couch next to Rory. “Well congrats Rory…you wont your first board game.”
[Rory] The tower falls in a clatter of bricks and it startles her, even though she saw it coming, enough that she jumps and presses her fingers to her lips with a little gasp. Her eyes widen, and she looks at Ray startled and Ray….
Ray says she’s won.
There’s a little grin that starts lingering about the corners of her lips, and then blossoming into something so very rare from the shy Ahroun… a full smile, without being hidden away. “I won…” She says, almost as if she doesn’t believe it. Then again with that little smile. “I win.”
She nods, confirming it to herself, and Ray leans back into the couch next to her. She shifts her position just a little, so that she is just a little closer than she was, before she simply lays her head against his shoulder with a content little sigh. “Yank thou.”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray looks over at her as she lays her head upon his shoulder and he raises a brow. “Your welcome, but don’t think I’m going to let this stand on its own now. I have every intention of having a rematch as soon as I finish this slice of pizza.” He says gesturing to it with a grin.
“You have not yet begun to face my wrath.” A playful wink as he simply sits there now, letting her rest against him. “Oh…and by the way…..you should smile more…”
[Rory] She hides a giggle against his shoulder, and peeks up at him, green eyes sparkling with delight. then she sits up again to start rebuilding their tower, so that he can exact his revenge for his crushing defeat.
He says she should smile more, and she blushes, brightly, concentrating on the tower building as if that could possibly manage to hide the heat of her skin.
“Easy yith wou.” To smile, she means.
[Ray Ostermann] “Ill keep that in mind, its always good to know you can make pretty women smile on a whim.” He says with a chuckle as he finishes up the piece of pizza and for once gets a chance to watch her. He remembers things quite clearly as well, perhaps not in the way that Rory does, not with it all tied to scent, but he remembers well enough, and for a moment he almost reaches out and caresses her back…but stops himself just in time, knowing what it would do.
Instead he leans forward and helps her, gathering up the pieces scattered across the table.
[Rory] The blush deepens, as he calls her pretty, even as she shakes her head. She doesn’t try to dissuade him, though, as she knows he will believe what he wants – and truth be told, when she’s with him, she feels she is as he says – pretty. Pretty enough to want, to seek out her company, to play silly games with.
He almost reaches to stop her, but stops himself just in time. Instead, he leans to help and ends up closer to her by default, anyway. She reaches for a piece the same time he does, the warmth of her fingers sliding over his, sending a little jolt through her system of memory, of longing. She jerks her hand back, and chooses another, her teeth worrying over her lower lip absently.
[Ray Ostermann] Ray felt that as well, but managed not to pull back in a rush, instead he continued to work on a few more pieces before taking a breath and looking at her with a smile. “we’ve got some kinda of static electricity going between us don’t we?” He says with a chuckle.
“How about I get us some drinks from the kitchen…you thirsty?” He asks as he moves to stand, to give her…and him a bit of space for a few moments, to collect themselves.
[Rory] They have electricity indeed, static or otherwise, and she an almost feel his touch on her skin, all over her skin, from that brief moment of contact. She’s trying so hard – and he is too – and it deepens the ache to delicious longing…
She smiles, and nods, slightly, understanding he’s giving them space. Thirsty? “Yes.”
He’ll find precious little in her fridge, some take out containers in various states of decay, and something in the back that looks suspiciously like it’s growing and becoming sentient.
And beer. Because she is Fianna after all.
[Ray Ostermann] Ray sighed as he saw the beer sitting there, it wouldn’t be bad if he only had one, Rory wouldn’t even be phased by a single can of beer, so surely it would be safe. Reaching in and pulling out two cold one’s Ray tooka moment to take a deep breath before calling back.
“I hope your ready to be handily defeated.” He calls as he starts back towards the living room, a chance to give Rory time to deal with whatever it is she might be dealing with.
When he steps back into the living room he cracks one of the beers and hands it over to the red head. “Cheers” He says with a warm smile before sitting back down next to her.
[Rory] She takes a breath, while he’s in the kitchen, and steadies her nerves, by finishing putting together the tower, and setting up the game again. By the time he calls out, she’s got the tower set up, and has sat back to rub her hands along the threadbare denim that covers her thighs, doing her best to ease the turmoil of feelings being here with him sends careening through her.
She’d never felt anything like him, before. Never once – not before, not since. They say you never forget your first… and she has not forgotten, not one single moment.
He holds the beer out to her, and when their hands brush as she takes it, she doesn’t snatch her hand way, just lifts the beer in silent toast, and takes a grateful swallow. She sets her beer down on the table, and with a little grin, nods, and reaches forward to move the first piece.
[Ray Ostermann] Ray cracks his own beer and takes settles into the seat, taking a swig of his own beer before he reaches out and gently taps Rory’s hand away from the block. “Now now…you went first last time…its my turn now.” He says with a chuckle as he moves to take a block out instead.
“The first person to go always has the advantage, that should be fairly obvious.” He says as he deftly slips a piece from the bottom and lays it ontop of the tower.
[Rory] He taps her hand away, and she snaps her eyes to his, and then flushes, and offers him a little grin as she waits for her turn. She may still end up with the advantage, as it’s clear she has a far steadier hand… but his nearness keeps her just off enough to level the playing field.
So to speak.
She studies the tower, and makes a silent battle plan, and moves her first piece after he does, settling into the game. While he makes his second move, she finally reaches to peel off her coat, warmed by the pizza, the bear, the company. She tosses it aside, and tugs the long sleeves of her t-shirt down a little, and settles into the rhythm of the game.
“Bill weat you anyway.” Who knew Rory had a competitive streak?
[Ray Ostermann] “Will you now?” Ray asks with a smirk as he watches her pull out the second piece as well as pulling herself out of her jacket. “That is another thing were going to address, your lack of proper heating is going to be something we need to fix.”
He says as he goes for another piece. Casual in it, even as he is competitive beneath the surface, especially with her.
[Rory] She looks over at him, and blinks, and the wrinkles her nose. “I tried fo yix it.” It didn’t end up well, as some things are even beyond her expertise, especially without the ability to by quality parts.
She shrugs a shoulder, a little, and rubs her nose absently as she contemplates her next move, then makes it with a little lopsided grin. “I don’t cet gold easy.”
Natural internal heater built of rage can only take her so far, though.
[Ray Ostermann] “I know…but there are times when you really should have a proper heater. Like when it gets well below zero.” He says seriously as he watches her contemplate her move, watching her prepare. He had a plan of his own as well, and had every intention of beating her at this game.
“Well get you a proper repair man in to deal with it as soon as i find one that is going to rob me blind.” He say with a chuckle. “I swear, repairmen they are all thieves.”
[Rory] Times like when it’s below zero… and times when she might want to take a shower without fear of the pipes being frozen, or freezing herself when she gets undressed to step under the water. She shakes her head when he says they’re all thieves.
“Mot ne.”
She is, after all, a glorified repair girl… even if one without means.
[Ray Ostermann] “I don’t know about that.” He says with a wry grin as hes about to say something that he knows will turn her beat red all the way to her toes, and every little spot inbetween.
“I seem to remember someone stealing my shirts on a rather frequent basis.” He says with a chuckle as he went for his next block. “Or are you going to try and deny that?”
[Rory] She blinks, and looks up at him, and then…. yes. Blushes all the way down, as she ducks her head to hide her little smile.
Even though it was only one shirt, one time. And she thought she got away with it cold… She does, however dare a little comeback… “You teal, stoo.”
A pause, and then she nudges his knee with her own after he’s made his next move. “Virginity.” Even if she gave it up oh so willingly enough.
[Ray Ostermann] Ray chuckles and nudges back. “Yes, I do recall that.Not that you were complaining at the time my dear.” He says with a sly grin before he tries to concentrate on the game at hand, and not the act of deliciously plucking her virginity from her nubile and willing body.
[Rory] She bites her lip and leans forward to hide her smile, as she tries to concentrate on anything but the warmth of him beside her, the memories of his hands on her, the way his skin feels against hers…
He’s stolen more than her virginity, truth be told. But she’d never tell him that…
When it’s her turn, she’s surprised to find her fingers a little shaky, and gives her hand a shake before she reaches for the next piece in her wobbly tower plan…
[dex]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 5, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Ray Ostermann] Ray watched as Rory just barely managed to pull that piece from the tower and chuckles. “Someones not quite as steady as she was last round, is that booze getting to you my dear?” He asks as he nudges her with a shoulder.
Of course, all of that was just talk, cause well…it was his turn to pull another piece from the tower, and he licked his lips in preparation for the event.
He might have stolen other things before…but right now all he cared about stealing…was victory.
[Dex]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Rory] “Pffft!” She wrinkles her nose at the very SUGGESTION that beer would get to her. She’s Fianna after all! And she has a feeling he knows very well what has her hands unsteady.
He is no steadier than she is, either, and that makes her shoot him a little grin, curls bouncing about her shoulders as she contemplates her next move, carefully…
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 4, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Ray Ostermann] Ray actually feels a slight sweat cross his forehead as he watches her pull another block from the tower, they were much further then they were before and it was getting particularly dangerous, if they had to go much longer it would be dangerous indeed, the topics of discussion and the train of thoughts that slipped through their minds not helping at all.
He shook out his hands and went for another block.
[Dex]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Rory] She can’t help but be impressed as he slides a particularly wobbly block free and sets it on the tower without toppling it over… She huffs a breath through her lips, and then wipes her hands along her thigh as she studies the tower. She leans forward, carefully, and plucks another block free…
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 3, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Ray Ostermann] She was still shaky and he had somehow found new found confidence and he grinned at her with a victorious smile. “I think I have this in the bag my dear…like so many other things.” He says with a wiggle of his eyebrows before he went for another piece, oh so certain.
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 4 (Failure at target 6)
[Rory] She just arches a brow, and then…. the tower comes toppling down, and Rory? Well she does something that few people have ever seen her do… she could probably count them on one hand, even.
She laughs.
There’s freedom in her laughter, and ease of companionship with the man by her side. She does reach up to cover her mouth with her hand, and try to hold it back, but she can’t… she keeps seeing him claim victory, wiggle his brows, then knock it all over…
She can’t even ask what else he has in the bag…
[Ray Ostermann] Ray is astonished, he can’t believe he didnt realize that block was so firmly in there that there was no hope to remove it without knocking everything down. He looked over at Rory as she laughed uncontrollably, and in the end his face cracks into a smile and then he too is laughing outloud. It really was quite funny after all.
He falls back into the couch laughing as he looks at the fallen blocks and it just makes him laugh all the more.
[Rory] Her laughter falls into giggles, and she curls up against him as he leans back on the couch. She finally catches her breath and lays her head against his shoulder with a content sigh.
“I win.”
[Ray Ostermann] His arm wraps around her as they finish laughing and with a long drown out sigh Ray shakes his head and wipes his eyes of the tears which had just started to form there before looking down at her.
“Yes….i suppose you do.”
[Rory] She sighs again, softly, as his arm wraps around her. She hesitates a moment, and then slides her hand across his belly, wrapping her arm around his waist in a quick hug, after which she simply remains close. It’s so far and few between that she is touched in any way, that her company is sought out that this evening with him has meant the world to her.
She’s lonely, she’s a bit lost – but right here, right now? She content.
[Ray Ostermann] Rory was content, and in some small way’s Ray was as well. But deep inside where the gears turned and the thoughts rose and feel like great pistons of the mind Ray was uncertain. Part of him wanted to accept this, and perhaps lead it to its natural conclusion. an other part of him wanted very much to get clear of the whole thing, less he be horribly hurt by Marni if she ever found out.
But for the time being he stayed there, holding the very lonely Fianna in his arm’s and lets her enjoy the feeling of another with her, one who cares for her in a way that was more then just an attack dog.
[Rory] Her eyes close, and she simply breathes him in, his acceptance and the thrill she gets just being this close to him. She knows she shouldn’t want more, she’s not allowed to want anything. She knows she shouldn’t have gotten anything to begin with, should never have been in his life, in his bed, in his arms… and she certainly shouldn’t want it again.
But she does.
That she doesn’t do anything but rest against him is a matter of respect – for him, his choices, his mate.
[…but she wants so much more…]
[Ray Ostermann] His breathing became steady, a resting point as he looked down at the red head who was curled against him, the long legged fianna was beautiful in her own right, and despite the horror she faced, so innocent and refreshing. She would have been his first choice if things hadn’t been different, if he hadn’t given Marni a child and pissed off Wyrmbreaker. Maybe he would have been here the entire time for her if things had gone differently.
And so he gave her more comfort then maybe he should have…his one hand coming up to her head and began to thread through her hair, gently massaging against her scalp as he stroked her hair in a comforting and private manner, the manner of people who were close, closer then just friends.
[Rory] His hand slide into her hair, and she catches her breath, before letting it go in a shaky exhale. Her fingers spread against his side, a light caress as he offers her comfort, the joy of having someone who cares for her choose to spend his evening here, in a shitty apartment, warmed mostly by her Rage…
He’s never told her she would have been his first choice. She likely wouldn’t have believed it anyway. No one would choose a mule when a viable fertile Trueborn is ready and willing. But she would have given up everything if he could have been here all this time…
Not that she has anything left as it is…
He comforts her, and she tips her head to press a small kiss against his neck, the smallest chaste token of appreciation for his being here, and teaching her. For – in his own way – showing her more love than the entire nation combined.
[Ray Ostermann] [WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 6, 6, 8 (Success x 1 at target 7)
[Ray Ostermann] The kiss was meant as a chaste token of thanks, an appreciative gesture shared in the silence of the her home, meant for no others and given without expectation of anything else. Ray had not been prepared for it however and as she leaned in and immersed herself in his scent, and then ever so briefly his taste, Ray took a deep breath, almost a gasp at her choice to kiss his neck of all places.
He didn’t run from her then, didn’t pull away, but he just…just barely held on from giving himself completely to her for one more night. He continued to stroke her hair, his fingers running along the smooth, heated skin beneath and he smiled.
[Rory] He doesn’t pull away from her, and she breathes a soft sigh of delight across his skin. He can feel her lips curve into the smallest of smiles, as he holds her in his arms.
She doesn’t kiss him again. He knows she has always been willing to be with him, anywhere, anytime, and that she sits here now like this, with him, content – it speaks volumes of how much his simple act of comfort means to her. She doesn’t say anything, or do anything but enjoy his caress… the small bit of normalcy he gives her, knowing, deep, deep down…
She could have loved him – if she were allowed to love.
[Ray Ostermann] Ray was certain of many things…and he was fairly certain that she cared for him deeply, just as he felt for her in many ways, it might not be the same as it was with Marni, but it had its potency none the less, it was just as important, and just as real, perhaps doubly so for Rory herself.
Ray reached forward and picked up his beer as his one hand continued to stroke through the womans beautiful red locks. He sips the beer before setting it back down onto the table and looked down at her. “You going to fall asleep ontop of me Rory?” He asks with a slight grin, the brief memory of the last time she did that flashing through his mind, they had been in his bed…with far fewer clothing, which gets him licking his lips.
[Rory] He can feel the heat of her blush against his neck, even as she presses closer for just a moment, before relaxing against him again. She remembers well the last time it happened… and part of her wants nothing more than to strip down and get that close to him again.
She smiles again, a slow, hidden thing, before she shakes her head, slightly. “It’d ne bice, wouldn’t it..” She’d love too. But she holds back. “I miss you. Weing bith you.” Honest, always.
[Ray Ostermann] [WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 6 (Botch x 1 at target 8)
[Ray Ostermann] Ray leans back for a few moments his eye’s closed before he tilts his head back down and looks into Rory’s eyes, hidden within those curls and he spoke softly. “It would be nice.” He responded and the way he said it…said it was more then just a rhetorical answer. The hand in her hair started to move lower onto her back running up and down her spine.
“I missed you too Rory.” He said as his other arm came around and pulled her closer.
[Rory] [wp – can she be the strong one? +1 diff, she really doesn’t want to be…]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 7)
[Rory] She trembles as he pulls her closer, as his other arm comes around her, and her hand curls in his shirt at his side… she closes her eyes, at war with herself, within herself. She isn’t supposed to. She was forbidden to see him. He has a mate. He has a BABY coming…
She closes her eyes, tightly, a soft sound at the back of her throat… she wants to give in so badly, to be with him so much it almost hurts to deny herself – to deny him…
“R…ray….” there’s a soft pleading there – because she’s not sure she’s strong enough to say no…
[Ray Ostermann] “Yes Rory?” Ray asked, curious as to the way she was acting, it didn’t seem to be trembles of want. He looked down into her eyes and wondered what it was she was thinking, but then his will was already gone, he wanted to feel her soft skin and trace her freckles all along her body.
But she had something else in mind and he paused long enough to consider her. “What is it?”
[Rory] “…I…” She looks up at him finally, lifting her hand from his side to slide her fingers along his jaw, to brush her thumb across his lips.. “i tant woo… but…”
And then, looking up to meet his gaze, taking a breath, filling her senses with his scent, with his desire, with him… And she makes a conscious decision, something for herself, knowing full well what she decides could result in a lot of pain for them both. She shakes her head, slightly, and murmurs… “Don’t hell ter…”
She kisses him.
[Ray Ostermann] A pact is formed in that instance, a oath of secrecy and a matter of trust formed, signed and sealed in that kiss. A kiss which then unleashes a flood gate of other things. What had been tentative and uncertain before that instance became eager and wanton after it.
The arms that held her drew Rory in tight against Ray’s frame as they held that forbidden kiss almost desperately. His hands began to roam up and down her form, feeling the familiar curves of her body. It was only a few more moments of passion before Ray was pulling at her shirt, trying to remove them and bring them closer to each other. To give them both what they should not have…but wanted so very badly.
[Rory] He kisses her back, and she throws all resistance away, all pretense that she ever had a hope in hell of resisting him, no matter how strong she is – and she is very very strong. Her questioning murmur turns into a soft sound of delight, as she slides her hand around the back of his neck, her fingers combing into his hair, her lean form pressed against his as his hands explore, re-familiarizing himself with her slender curves, her body that he once knew so intimately…
He pulls at her shirt, and she breaks the kiss, breathless, only to pull back enough to peel it from her skin and toss it aside. She is more careful with is as she takes the time to unbutton his shirt, instead of ripping it off him like she wants to do…
She has no scent, and will leave no mark. She will also leave the buttons right where they’re supposed to be…Just in case.
Decision made, she surrenders herself to his whim easily, freely. She has never been one to hide from him – her face, yes, when she smiles… her reactions to his touch – no, never. Her skin flushes under his touch, and her breath quickens as she presses back in to meet his lips, her kiss laced with all the longing of the past months, and the pure delight of feeling his hands on her skin once more…
[Ray Ostermann] They’re chests touched then, his flat swimmers body against the soft slender curves and pert breasts of Rory’s, where there had been a moment of electricity between them before, a storm of power and emotion ripples through them as sense memory takes hold of them both. He gasps into the kiss which was still fevered, still flush with desire and lust for what was happening right here…right now in the instance the two of them shared.
His hands wandered over her back and her sides with an eagerness, a want to feel every dip and curve, every line and imperfection of the woman he had forsaken for another. They pulled at her, pressed her against him and kept her firmly there, one hand sliding north when he was sure that she was going nowhere and pressing into her hair to keep them locked in their kiss, bound together by their own desire.
[Rory] He presses her slender form against him, keeping her close, the touch of his skin – cool against her natural heat – brings a soft moan of delight into their kiss. She is going nowhere, she would never deny him anything he wants, anything he desires… she is forever amazed that he desires her, with all her imperfections, her limitations, her shyness, her tendency to hide her face, her reluctance to share her smiles…
It all disappears with the taste of his tongue against hers, the press of his lips, the soft eager exploration of fingers, his hand in her hair…
She moves, just a little, but it’s only to get closer, as she turns to slide a leg across his thighs, situating herself so that she’s straddling his lap, curling closer to him with a soft moan..
[Ray Ostermann] And their tongues do indeed meet, running against and over each other like long lost lovers, much as they were in truth. He sighs as they do so, deepening their kiss like their very lives depended on it.
He did not think of her limitations, or her status, he only thought of the woman who was before him, what she liked, what she loved, and what made her the unique and beautiful creature that she was. Through this he found his own want, and his own desire, something she becomes familiar with once more as she straddles his lap, the press of his member heavy against the sensitive place of her inner thigh.
The way this moment would unfold was not certain, part of Ray simply wanted to strip her clean of all clothing and have her, here and now. Another part realized it may be a very long time, if ever that he would have her all to himself again, and he wanted to savor it.
But desire and need began to override his desire to suspend the moment and he reached between them and began to work away at those threadbare jeans, eager to get all of Rory into the open…and all of him as deep within her as he could manage. “Rory.” He whispered through the kiss, a lovers call.
[Rory] They may never have another night like this – there may never be another moment, and she feels the same need to savor, to delight in every moment warring with desperation’s call to have him as close to her as possible, as deep inside her as possible…
He murmurs her name, his lover’s call, and she reaches between them to rip at the button on her jeans with far less care for her own clothing than she shows for his. The button sticks, and she gives a sound of frustration and a yank with more force than strictly needed sends the button flying, never to be found again, the zipper ripped beyond repair, and the denim loose on her hips.
She hates to leave his kiss, but does so only for the time it takes to shimmy from her jeans, and kick them aside, leaving herself bare to his touch, his desires… open – as always -for his every whim. She slides back to his lap again, working his belt, the fastenings of his slacks with considerable more care, but no less eagerness as she leans in to possess his lips once more..
[Ray Ostermann] He watched her with an eager, hungry desire as she stepped back, his hands had already been rising once more to claim her, to pull her long slender form back into his embrace and as he did their lips met once more, breathing was of little concern for them now, kissing as if they could sustain themselves on each others presence alone.
Ray felt as he often did when wrapped so tightly with Rory’s body, he felt like he was drowning, being pulled deep beneath the surface of her rage, his mind swimming with the lust and the need to be with her, and all at once lost in her. His hands wander south now, over the curve of her hips, caressing the soft flesh of her inner thigh and moving on down those long, supple legs which he had loved so much.
His eyes opened briefly to meet hers if they were open to drown in the sight of her before she was lost once more. He raised himself up even as she sat upon him, and allowed himself to shimmy out of his pants and his boxers as well, becoming equally bare and equally open to her. His own desire pressing firmly against her now, their bodies heat building between one another as they road their passion.
[Rory] He opens his eyes, and finds her watching him as well, the green of her gaze darkened with desire, her need written clear in them moments before she lowers her lashes to hide it away again, though there is little doubt as to what she feels as she presses against him, her hips curling against his own, feeling him press against most sensitive skin. His hands slide along her legs, and hers fall down his chest, along his belly, lower still…
Her fingers slide along his length, caressing heated skin that feels cool under her touch, before she lifts her hips again, just enough to guide him, to give them what they both so desperately want. They can take time, care, be gentle… later. Now, there is too much need, too much desire, pure desperation to have him deep inside her, to give him all of her -heart and mind and soul and body – if only for tonight.
“ooohray…” it’s barely breathed across his lips, a heartfelt pray of delight and desire, her slender form trembling, her breath little more than a heated gasp before she sinks into his kiss once more…
[Ray Ostermann] She had given him the guide, and it did not take a moment’s more convincing for him to take it. His hands found purchase on her hips as they began to kiss. As the kiss deepened he drew her down his hips rising up to meet her with a sigh of ecstasy into her eager lips. He groaned as he brought her down upon him. Burying himself within the furnace of her body. He groaned at that long lost feeling, relished it as he drove himself completely within her, burying himself to the very hilt of his body.
Their merging complete, Ray’s hands returned to her hair, one nesting there as the other went around and caressed her cheek before sliding down the front of her, caressing every curve and line that it could…burning her into his memory forever.
[Rory] The moon is all but dark, and even so, she burns with the ferocity of the Full Mood, heated to her very core… He slides deeply within, and her cry is soft across his lips, her tremble one of desire’s delight… She runs her fingers up along his chest, over his shoulders, memorizing the way he feels, the way he looks through lowered lashes, the way he moves against her…
She moves with the innate grace of a warrior, seeking conquest and victory, a slow roll of her hips, a lift and fall into a slow rhythm, drawing the time out, slowing down, memorizing every tingling sensation, every shiver of delight that traipses through her form, under her skin, setting her very flesh on fire with need…
[Fade]