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Post by Diana Ward on May 15, 2018 2:04:56 GMT -5
He was gone. What had happened? Diana took a look around the room and couldn't put the pieces together. How had everything gone so wrong? What did she do wrong?
She kept staring at the pathway where Christian had disappeared, half expecting him to walk back in, but as the minutes ticked by and he remained absent she grew angry.
She stared at the meal she had made, the hours she had spent making the night special, each piece of it not good enough. And it hurt. It burned.
With rage she destroyed the kitchen, then with defeat she cleaned meticulously.
It wasn't until hours later and still no sign of Christian that her anger burned out.
She kept replaying his last words in her head, and the longer she sat alone the more nervous she became. Christian, her Christian, couldn't mean what he said, and yet the man had taken out two different contracts on her life. Despite their increasing closeness they were still miles apart and tonight had been something else entirely. She was losing him. Or she had lost him. Maybe she never had him. Maybe he was never hers to have, but she did have a mission, and if nothing else Diana always saw the mission through.
Out of lust, out of love, out of fear, Diana found herself naked and positioned provocatively on his bed, her growing bump charmed away for the evening.
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Post by Christian Ward on May 15, 2018 2:26:48 GMT -5
Hours passed as Christian sat with another Death Eater in a pub, drinking and talking in hushed tones about Silas and his failed attack on Christian. It wasn’t a favored topic, particularly because Wilkes kept referring to Diana as Christian’s wife – referring to the woman at all was rather an annoyance but Christian endured. He needed to ensure his standing with the Dark Lord hadn’t fallen any further than it already had, and prying information out of Wilkes was far easier when liquor was involved.
The outcome wasn’t great, but after leaving his colleague behind Christian felt certain that his place among Lord Voldemort’s inner circle hadn’t further deteriorated. There was hope for him yet, so long as he restored his name in his master’s eyes and took care of the Diana problem. Easier said than done, but some time away had given him a moment to develop the beginnings of a plan. He would need more time but at the moment he needed sleep.
Returning to the safe house, Christian crept through the halls and quietly opened the door to his room, not wanting to notify Diana of his return in case she had anymore tricks prepared for him. Christian was justified in his thinking as he opened the door to see Diana sprawled out on his bed, completely nude. “Get out,” he growled, trying to suppress the urge to let his eyes wander the length of her body.
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Post by Diana Ward on May 15, 2018 2:39:29 GMT -5
Diana dosed off at least once. The perks of being pregnant. But her skilled senses alerted her to the fact that someone was entering the room and she stretched sinuously when she saw him.
His tone was less than inspiring, but she had thicker skin.
"I can't." she said with a small pout.
Her eyes zeroed in on him with the challenge. They softened with a come hither glance, then turned upward slightly as she glanced toward her wrist which was effectively handcuffed to his bed frame.
Yes. Naked. Handcuffed. Naked. Pouting. Handcuffed.
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Post by Christian Ward on May 15, 2018 2:49:12 GMT -5
Gods have mercy. The lengths this woman went to in order to accomplish her goals was not only unfathomable, but also simply embarrassing. No wizard had ever had the need to handcuff himself to a witch's bed in order to get what he wanted. The incompetence of her sex was on full display, as was everything else. "For f*ck's sake, Diana!" Christian drew his wand as he approached the bed, searching his mind for a spell to unlock her handcuffs. He doubted she would give up the key easily, a spell would be a much speedier remedy to this problem.
Taking hold of her wrist, he pointed his wand at the metal cuff but he hesitated. Instead, he moved his face close to hers. "What are you playing at?"
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Post by Diana Ward on May 15, 2018 3:02:36 GMT -5
It wasn't incompetence. If Christian's misguided assumptions about her were true and she held ulterior motives, then perhaps her base display was a woman's trap. But he should have known better. Diana was a warrior. From the moment she stepped back into his life she had always fought. If she went down she went down swinging, many times hitting him in the process, but surviving to fight another day. This was different. This was foreign. And had Christian not been completely blind, he might have realized the symbolism of her act - her complete vulnerability at his hands. Apparently he needed it spelled out for him.
"I'm not playing." she brought her other hand up to his cheek. She wasn't playing, she was surrendering. She said as much with her eyes, but the fighter in her couldn't voice the words. She begged him to understand without making her say the things she didn't know how to say.
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Post by Christian Ward on May 15, 2018 3:39:20 GMT -5
“Bullsh*t.” She had some angle she was trying to work, Christian was sure of it. The only thing he wasn’t sure of was what she planned to get out of him in this moment. Was she simply randy and looking for a good shag, or was there something else plotting in her mind? He couldn’t give her another child to anchor his life to hers, not until the this one had been born. A quick scan of the room showed no weapons stashed within arms reach for her to overpower him once his trousers were around his ankles, though he knew Diana well enough, despite his missing memories, to know she could make anything into a weapon if she had the desire to.
Her hand was cool against his cheek. The look in her eyes was one of surrender. Wand still in hand, Christian took Diana’s wrist forcefully from his cheek and pressed her arm against the pillow near her head. Pinned to the bed, she looked even more delicious than she had at dinner. f*ck! What was wrong with him? His body was responding to her despite his anger. Theirs was a false relationship but there was one thing that was most certainly true; Diana aroused him like no other woman ever had. Whether it was the life bond or gods given charms, his anger could not sate his desire for her. But his desires also couldn’t tame his anger.
His hands moved quickly, though not in a rushed manner, to shed himself of the clothes that separated his body from hers. He took pleasure in making her ache more than usual, allowing his rage and fury to bubble to the surface as he took what was legally his. It did not matter that Christian didn’t love his wife. All that mattered for the moment was that he find a moment of much needed relief.
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Post by Diana Ward on May 15, 2018 22:43:19 GMT -5
She could both see and feel his hesitation as well as the anger. Briefly she wondered if she could handle what he was about to throw at her, but like any other time when it came to this man she threw caution to the win and attempted to meet him step for step.
She let him have the dominance he needed, at least for round one, being handcuffed didn't leave her much choice. But she had rubbed her wrist raw trying to keep up with him and at some point uttered a spell to release her hand giving her the ability to take charge.
He thought she was playing at some game, and she couldn't blame him for being angry over her behavior the past few weeks, but she had no idea what wheels were spinning in his mind, nor how to quell the anger she felt inside of him.
Normally their passion opened a door for forgiveness or if not at least nudged a pathway, but something was different. She didn't know why, but she could feel it. He still hit every spot and played her body like a fiddle, but there was something detached in his actions. He wasn't making love to her, he was scratching an itch, and each time they came down Diana feared he was only moving further away from her, and desperately began another round until she was too spent and too sore to move.
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Post by Christian Ward on May 16, 2018 1:33:52 GMT -5
Diana seemed nearly insatiable and after weeks of withholding sex from him, Christian wasn’t about to complain. If he could only screw her for the rest of his life – or the rest of hers, as the case may be – then he was going to get his galleons worth. In essence, this was what Diana wanted. She wanted Christian all to herself, so much so that she drugged him, perhaps repeatedly, in order to obtain his affection. But her plan had not fully succeeded and if he was stuck with only her for the time being, then he would ensure that Diana knew he wasn’t playing her games. He f*cked her. Hard. Dispassionately. Repeatedly. Every time he could feel her reaching out further, trying to pull from him something that he had once given her as they screwed around, but there was no care or love in his embrace. It was just sex; meaningless and unpassionate. A callous part of him reveled in her clear confusion and the urgency with which she tried to connect with him. It was a fruitless endeavor but fun nonetheless. He was spent and Diana was visible sore. Christian smiled into the darkness as he heard Diana’s breathing deepen, signaling that she had fallen asleep.
As she slept, he cuffed her to the bedframe one more time. He wasn’t a complete monster and could see that his carelessness with her while she had been handcuffed had created an angry red irritation around her wrist, and so he cuffed her other hand and then snuck out of the room while she slept. He showered, getting the smell of her off him, then sat out in the back garden under the stars and smoked a cigar and finished off a bottle of scotch as he plotted his next move.
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