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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 8, 2016 23:15:19 GMT -5
He took the bottle and drank as Diana grabbed a jar from the nightstand. "You're not going to drug me again, are you?" he teased.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 8, 2016 23:29:22 GMT -5
"No. Shut up." she smiled, though it seemed impossible that she could find anything humorous. She took the lid off the jar and dipped a finger inside then brought the salve to his wrist and rubbed in small circles.
His skin was warm under hers and she was mesmerized by the texture of his skin, finally she sighed and took her hand back.
Things could have been so different between them, and she cursed herself inwardly for still thinking like that.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 8, 2016 23:40:36 GMT -5
Without thinking Christian grabbed her around the waist, firewhiskey still in hand, and brought their lips together. He didn't know why he had done it. It was a compulsive action that he did not regret. He pictured her screaming on top of him again. Those feelings were certainly preferred over the anguish and confusion he was feeling now.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 8, 2016 23:59:55 GMT -5
She kissed him in return allowing herself to get caught up in the moment, but pulled back. It was too much emotion for someone who had been dead inside for so long. She blinked a few times trying to get her bearings, searching for any kind of answers from him. Then her eyes softened.
So they'd escape like this for a little while. It wasn't even the whiskey talking. Diana instinctively responded to him, and screaming his name was better than the agony they were feeling.
She nodded yes and gave way to what her body was feeling.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 9, 2016 0:21:11 GMT -5
This tumble was different than their last. Before they had fought for dominance; their lust for each other wild and fiery. Now their actions were more purposeful. Their passion was sensual. As they embraced each other they could release the pain, confusion, and anger that the night had brought them.
Christian lie awake, his arms tucked under his head, listening to the nothingness around them. The room was dark, except for the moonlight that bled in through the window. The night seemed to go on forever, it had to be well past 4am. The clock on the chest of drawers had been knocked to the floor on their first go 'round and Christian didn't bother to pick it up now to check.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 9, 2016 0:35:08 GMT -5
It may have been the epitome of foolishness, but this time Diana slept. She was completely spent physically, emotionally, and mentally. If she could see her self she'd cringe. Diana had never been much for post coital cuddles, but she had a leg and arm wrapped around him.
She shifted suddenly as if knowing he was awake and despite her exhaustion she pulled herself from sleep, "Christian?"
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 9, 2016 0:43:20 GMT -5
He was nearly certain what she was thinking, without looking into her mind. She likely worried that when she woke she'd be met with some revenge for his abrupt and unpleasant awakening earlier. Or that he had gone in the darkness again. Perhaps both. But what she was likely afraid of was that he'd make her feel a fool somehow, as if he'd intended to do so when they were younger. The young Christian had no such intentions, as to desire to make someone feel foolish and used you'd have to first care about them one way or the other. That had not been the case.
He turned his head to look at her. She was mostly shadow in the darkness. "Hmm?"
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 9, 2016 0:55:24 GMT -5
She would never admit to her fears, but he had no need as he read them quite easily. She was surprised that she was relieved he was still there, that she wasn't tied up, relieved and perhaps even more confused.
She pulled out of the position she was in, realizing her vulnerability, "You can sleep. I promise I won't tie you up again...tonight that is."
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 9, 2016 1:24:15 GMT -5
Christian chuckled, glad for the respite from his thoughts. But he couldn't sleep. His head was full of too many things that were at odds with each other. His mind was the battle field for a civil war where his thoughts struggled for dominance. Diana's confession had upset his entire plan, not only in the immediate (his contract on the woman beside him) but also for the rest of his life. He had never planned to have a family. And now he had agreed to help Diana locate their teenage daughter which he had never met. And what would he do then? Would he see her on the weekends? Would she stay with him? She would need a room. He didn't have any extra space. She'd have to settle for having her own room with her mother. Who he was hired to kill. He had three weeks - minus a day. He was getting a headache.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 9, 2016 1:31:18 GMT -5
Diana was happy to see him smile, but too soon he turned contemplative again. It was a lot to take in and she was familiar with the sensation, though when she discovered she had a daughter she didn't have the same concerns on her mind as Christian did.
"Let it go." she said bringing a hand to his face. They had spent a good part of the night and wee early hours of the morning doing all kinds of things to each other's bodies, but this was perhaps the most tender of a touch she gave him.
"You won't solve it tonight."
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 9, 2016 1:42:46 GMT -5
He turned into her hand and kissed her thumb as it stroked his face. It was an oddly intimate gesture and he almost immediately turned back to face the ceiling. "It's a lot to take in," he said. "I don't suspect I'll solve it in the next several days."
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 9, 2016 1:52:19 GMT -5
What a pair they made, neither of them comfortable with intimacy, both of them needing it.
She leaned up on her elbows to look at him, "Well now you're just being lazy." she teased.
She kept quiet on her offer to take the information away from him again. He had a right to know, and if she was being honest about telling him after she located their daughter then it would have been a shock all over again. It was best he dealt with it now. Still she didn't like anyone knowing about Alyx while she still had a bounty around her neck.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 9, 2016 2:06:51 GMT -5
He smirked as she teased him, then moved quickly to silence her. Or perhaps to silence the demons arguing in his head. Either way, if sleep wouldn't come he would find another form of relief.
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