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Post by Diana Ward on Dec 15, 2016 1:10:04 GMT -5
Diana couldn't hear him anyway over the ringing in her ears. What was it about life and death that made sex so intense? Then again their encounters had never been anything resembling tame. Could she really live without this man and this kind of pleasure in her life?
The answer to that question was a resounding depression that sunk into her after the glow was gone.
She ran her hands through his sweat slicked hair as their heartbeats slowed. She was silent thinking about what she was going to do, feeling the pain rise up inside of her as she contemplated their options.
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Post by Christian Ward on Dec 15, 2016 1:17:37 GMT -5
Christian didn't think about what was to come next. He knew he had no say in the decision, even if Diana had asked him what to do. A lesser man might have tried to make a run for it, taking advantage of her distracted nature. A better man wouldn't have been in this situation to begin with. Christian was caught in the middle.
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Post by Diana Ward on Dec 15, 2016 1:41:10 GMT -5
Diana was almost afraid to move. Even though her thoughts had returned to the present problems, she didn't want to disrupt the bliss they had found in one another's arms yet again.
Until she knew what she was going to do, she was cautiously not making any moves at all.
Suddenly the answer loomed in front of her, and in some ways it was more cruel than simply killing him, but to Diana it was an answer to an impossible situation.
With that thought in mind and no desire to hesitate as she had done earlier she leaned forward and distracted him with a deep lingering kiss, while also securing his bonds once more.
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Post by Christian Ward on Dec 15, 2016 1:49:13 GMT -5
It was hard to pull one over on Christian. He was more than used to being aware of his surroundings and evaluating others in the room. And he knew Diana as well as anyone.
He kissed her back and as he felt the binds tighten he kissed her harder. He kissed her goodbye.
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Post by Diana Ward on Dec 15, 2016 2:01:23 GMT -5
She pulled back and could see his goodbye as easily had he actually said the words.
She shook her head no, "I can't say goodbye to you Christian." she confessed tears easily gathering at the corner of her eyes.
One rolled down her nose and fell from her face, she pulled back fully then and wiped her face. She bit her lip- the only sign of uncertainty.
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Post by Christian Ward on Dec 15, 2016 2:18:18 GMT -5
He was making this too hard on her. He sighed heavily before pulling himself up by the restraints that were once again taut. "F*cking do it already, Diana" he demanded silently, hoping a lack of tenderness could spur her in accomplishing her task.
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Post by Diana Ward on Dec 15, 2016 2:26:59 GMT -5
"I can't!" she yelled at him.
They were truly in sync with one another, he didn't have to speak, she knew what he was saying.
Still his prodding sparked something in her touching on the anger that hadn't full left from earlier.
"I can't kill you." she said through a clenched jaw, "But I told you what I would do to you a long time ago if you crossed me."
Her eyes found his, "I'm sorry."
Before anything could stop her she lifted her wand "Obliviate!"
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Post by Christian Ward on Dec 15, 2016 2:45:41 GMT -5
He was ready to die and as her anger reemerged he made peace with his God. But as Diana kept talking Christian suddenly grew anxious. She wasn't going to kill him. She was going to do something far worse. She was taking his family away from him!
Christian fought against the bonds that held him captive. "No!" he tried to scream. There was panic in his eyes as she raised her wand. "Don't f*cking do this! Diana, don't-"
Everything around him shrank into blackness, like shutting off a tube television set. He was knocked out momentarily; images of Diana standing in the kitchen wearing one of his shirts, the records he bought for Alyx, the catalogs of baby furniture sitting on the coffee table, they all shrank away until there was a soft click and Christian's eye's opened.
He blinked as one might when they first wake from a full night's rest. He jolted awake as he saw a woman standing in front of him and realized he was cuffed to the bed.
"What the f*ck are you doing in my home?!" he demanded then realized he couldn't speak. "What the bloody hell is going on?" he tried again as he pulled against the restraints. His face was contorted with rage directed toward the intruder standing before him.
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Post by Diana Ward on Dec 15, 2016 3:13:51 GMT -5
Diana had the strangest sensation pass through her as she cursed him. It was as though she too were falling off a cliff, but as his eyes shot open and he yelled - or tried to yell - at her, it felt as though she had crashed back to earth.
She was so stunned by the way he looked through her, her hand and voice shook as she cursed him unconscious.
She panicked then, her heart beating wildly in her chest. What did she just do?
After a minute or so she owled Burke to come as soon as possible, then in a moment of weakness curled up against Christian's side.
For modesty's sake she conjured some clothing for him and waited on Burke.
When Derek arrived the carefully constructed mask was back in place as she explained what she had done.
Derek seemed calm, almost relieved even, to find that Christian was still alive, and promised Diana he would take care of it from there.
Diana agreed and left the house, determined not to look back.
Derek for his part began to remove all traces of Diana from Christian's home. He set a slumbering spell on Christian so that he could work without fear of the man waking up.
When he was finished scrubbing Diana's existence (as well as Alyx's), he set the scene to appear as though Christian had simply indulged in too much bourbon.
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Post by Christian Ward on Dec 15, 2016 3:29:32 GMT -5
Christian woke drowsy some hours later. He jumped as his eyes opened, scanning for the attractive woman who had tied him up before realizing that it was a dream. He remembered the pair of them being naked, but he didn't remember any actual sex. Dreams faded so quickly once awake. Christian muttered to himself about 'pathetic excuse for a sex dream' as he pulled himself from his bed.
It wasn't just the dream he couldn't remember clearly, his head was foggy as if there was a great many things he couldn't remember. He tripped over an empty bottle as he headed toward the bathroom. That explained it. Christian stooped over and picked up the bottle.
"Bourbon?" Clearly Christian needed to go to the market, if he was finishing off the bourbon it meant the scotch was gone too. He groaned as he continued on to the bathroom to get his day started.
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