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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 22, 2016 1:21:29 GMT -5
Diana WardIt had been a week since Sanchez's murder was stolen out from under their noses. Burke had owled that morning, saying he had some information that might help them figure out who the masked killer was, or who he worked for. He would be by later to discuss it in person. Christian was still suspicious of Derek's motives for helping Diana, but after the Sanchez job he found it slightly harder to loathe the man.
Dr Hanley had been out twice to check on Diana, who was healing but not as quickly as Christian wished she would. She moving about the house now, but it was slower than her normal pace and Christian knew that she was still in pain even though she attempted to hide it. In an effort to prove himself to her, Christian had been trying to ask her more about her past but he always found a way to make innuendos and sexual commentary, which he claimed made her even hotter. It had been a trying week, being unable to fool around whenever tensions rose. He had to force himself to walk away twice, leaving Diana screaming at him from the bedroom before she could move on her own. And once she simply stopped talking and responding altogether when Christian went off on her. It was so infuriating that Diana later said he turned purple.
Christian was making eggs, while Diana sat at the breakfast table. He crossed the kitchen with plates in hand and joined her, setting her food in front of her.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 22, 2016 1:36:58 GMT -5
If there was one thing a woman could not find fault with in a man, it was when he cooked breakfast for her. Preferably shirtless. Christian had obliged once or twice cooking naked, but due to her injuries it had only left them both frustrated.
Tensions were high. Diana hated being held up and Christian was forcing her to take it easy until she was fully healed. Being tense and unable to exercise her frustrations through physical or sexual energy was driving her insane.
But, despite their many arguments, he was still there and so was she. Their arguments had been quite heated and intense, she also realized that part of her argued with him as a form of foreplay. They fed off of the energy, and while they might have meant the things they said, they truly cared. It was an adjustment to say the least.
"Thank you." she said still admiring him, as well as his patience with her over the week.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 22, 2016 1:49:16 GMT -5
Christian nodded as he reached for the economy section of the Daily Prophet. Diana always seemed to hog the entire paper, and Christian was beginning to suspect she just liked making him work for it. "Burke is coming by later. Apparently he's found something," he commented as he scanned the headlines. He paused for a moment, then put the paper down and looked at Diana sternly. "Don't go getting any ideas," he warned her. "Remember our agreement; you can go back in the field when you can take me down with only your knife and that hot little number you wore." He raised his eyebrows at her and gave her a sly smile.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 22, 2016 1:55:58 GMT -5
"Baby I could take you down with that hot little number I wore alone. No knife required." she said raising an eyebrow as if he'd challenge her. But she was feeling better, and more than feeling better she was feeling restless.
To her credit she didn't lecture him on giving her orders, or treating her like a child. That was progress.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 22, 2016 2:10:07 GMT -5
He was headed straight for frustration which he had become very skilled at recognizing over the past week. He smiled confidently as her and raised the paper and straightened it with sharp snap. After breakfast, Christian put their plates in the sink and charmed them to clean themselves. He turned and looked at Diana who was wearing one of his shirts again. "Do you need help getting dressed?"
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 22, 2016 2:12:12 GMT -5
Diana had a game of her own this morning. She was tired of being catered to, even if the man doing the catering was handsome as sin. She nodded toward him and lifted her arms up in invitation. There was a content smile resting on her lips, but her eyes held mischief.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 22, 2016 2:43:52 GMT -5
Christian bent down and scooped Diana up from her chair with ease. He had gotten used to carrying her delicately so as not to hurt her further, a lesson learned the hard way much to his chagrin. He scaled the stairs with Diana in his arms and sidled into the bedroom where he set her on the bed.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 22, 2016 2:51:01 GMT -5
Diana sat, reluctantly letting go of him. She kept her eyes on him while unbuttoning the shirt she wore leaving her in her bare skin. She lifted her arms up to him again, an impish look on her face, " Could you bring me to the bathroom? I'd like to wash my face."
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 22, 2016 3:03:44 GMT -5
The bruise on her rib cage was a nasty purple color and the although her stitches had been removed, the gunshot wound was still very prominent on her shoulder. In spite of these things, Diana was still incredibly attractive. Christian groaned as he looked at her, knowing she was teasing him on purpose. He gave her a lopsided smile and picked her up as she had requested.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 22, 2016 3:09:39 GMT -5
Magic was a wonderful thing, but Diana was not the best patient. She had a rough go of it for the first few days, but she had tried, really tried, for the past few days.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, ignoring the slight itch her shoulder gave her, or the bruise on her rib cage. Diana had been through worse. She pressed herself against him then gave an innocent look.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 22, 2016 3:47:44 GMT -5
She was playing coy but Christian was on to her game. He was simply hesitant, not wanting to hurt her further. But as she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her naked body against his, he was losing the will to resist her. He pressed his lips to hers and savored the taste.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 22, 2016 3:53:02 GMT -5
A part of her wanted to prove to both of them that she was physically fit once again, another part had simply missed the intimacy she shared with him. They could rant and rail at one another for days, but this was how they communicated.
She met his lips in a deep languid kiss and shifted her position in his arms so she straddled his hips and held on to his neck.
She missed him.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 22, 2016 14:45:23 GMT -5
Christian was very cognizant of his actions as he moved with her, afraid that one wrong move would lead to pain. But being without her for a week was pain in and of itself. Their heated looks and the foreplay of arguing had steadily built a wall of frustration that Christian now tore down with a fervent desire. He held her as he sat on the bed, his hands guiding her though she knew the way well enough. Christian couldn't help but admire her as they moved together; she was exquisite.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 22, 2016 15:37:39 GMT -5
Diana didn't mind the gentle treatment. It was a switch from their usual frantic angry passion, but no less passionate. If anything the tenderness in which he showed her was more intense. Part of Diana wanted to hide from it, still afraid of being vulnerable, but he wouldn't let her. As usual Christian demanded everything from her and she was unable to deny him.
She rested afterward, still healing from her previous injuries which slowed her down. When she woke she sought him out.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 22, 2016 16:12:37 GMT -5
Normally, Christian would have left her in bed as he tended to his many other responsibilities, but he was still concerned that he might have hurt her and so he watched her as she slept looking for signs of distress. The only sign he found was in himself. It was distressing how much he cared for this woman after such a relatively short time. One month and he had already professed his love, albeit in an impetuous manner, and had it thrown back in his face several times since then. They were living together, for all intents and purposes, and although he still considered it his home, not their home, he had managed to make room for her in the dresser and wardrobe, as well as stock her favorites in the kitchen and bar cart. None of these actions matched his usual character and it was a startling realization that Diana had forced him to change so suddenly.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 22, 2016 16:32:40 GMT -5
She relaxed when she saw him then slyly, "Are you watching me sleep?"
She was starting to believe his claim that he loved her. Diana's real problem in believing it was that she didn't love herself. She didn't know what there was about her to love. But when Christian looked at her the way he did, she started to believe that there was something worth caring about. She had always loved him. He was strong and capable, and more beautiful than any man had a right to be.
In her youth she had practically worshiped him, during their affair she had idolized him, after his abandonment she cursed him, but also longed for him. Now that she had him again it was different. She saw him for who he was, flaws and all (though he was still quite perfect), he was a man, and she loved him as a woman, an equal.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 22, 2016 16:55:31 GMT -5
"Planning my next debaucherous act," he corrected, waggling his brows at her. It was not an act, his desire for her, but it was easier than admitting in sincerity his feelings for her. When he yelled at her and they slipped from his mouth out of concern, that was one thing. But in the serenity of her afterglow to admit that he loved her... he wasn't man enough for that yet.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 22, 2016 17:34:08 GMT -5
She looked down at her still undressed state, "I think you've done enough debauching for one day." she teased bringing her hand up to his face. She struggled with their intimacy too, but sometimes she gave into it.
Sighing contentedly she absentmindedly scratched at her shoulder that was still red and angry looking, though for the most part it just itched.
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Post by Christian Ward on Oct 22, 2016 17:45:52 GMT -5
Christian frowned and held her hand still, stopping her from pestering her healing wound. "I understand not listening when I give you directions, you're clearly too distracted by my rugged charms," he said as though he thought he was very clever, "but at least listen to the good doctor and leave it alone." He rose from the bed, the sheet trailing behind him until it dropped as he left the room and returned shortly with a jar of cream to sooth her irritation. He removed the lid and sat beside her, applying the cream to the angry red patch at her shoulder.
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Post by Diana Ward on Oct 22, 2016 17:52:40 GMT -5
She watched him with an amused smile on her face as he moved about and returned with the salve for her arm, "I don't listen to you on principle, it has nothing to do with your rugged charms." she teased, though her eyes were soft as he tended to her shoulder.
There were so many things they could say to one another, but wouldn't because tenderness was foreign to them both, but Diana could say what she needed to say in a look or a kiss. Her gratitude was in her eyes, as was her love for the man in front of her.
They would fight, they would never stop fighting, it wasn't who they were, but they could love each other through all of it.
"Speaking of rugged charm, when did Derek say he'd be by?"
Sometime during Diana's forced recovery she had realized that the reason Christian was provoked by Derek was because of her. Christian was jealous and possessive, and Diana wasn't above the slight thrill Christian's possessiveness caused her. Time and time again as she surrendered to Christian it should have been more than obvious where her affections lay, but that didn't mean Diana didn't enjoy teasing the man she adored.
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