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Post by Miriam, Rose Child on Jun 10, 2006 11:17:24 GMT -5
Every sound of pleasure he gave did not, as she had feared, give her memories of David, but only a feeling that she wanted, yes wanted, to pleasure Skylar. "David taught me. I'm glad you're enjoying it."
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Jun 11, 2006 6:49:53 GMT -5
"David...? Is that the guy from last night?" he asked, just curious.
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Post by Miriam, Rose Child on Jun 11, 2006 8:29:26 GMT -5
Her hands hesitated in their movement, but started back up immediately. "Yes. That was David."
Leaving the matter behind, she transferred shoulders, attacking a knot that seemed like it didn't want to give way. "Why are you so tense, Skylar?"
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Jun 11, 2006 8:34:47 GMT -5
He shrugged,"I don't know really..."
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Post by Miriam, Rose Child on Jun 11, 2006 8:37:42 GMT -5
She pushed him forward a bit, hands moving further down his back. There, however, his shirt kept getting in the way, and she finally gave a soft, frustrated growl.
She couldn't make herself take it off him, however. She hesitated, biting her lip, then made her request, so quietly he might not have heard. "Will you..... take off..... your shirt?" She didn't give an excuse, and wasn't really looking at him either, embarrassed she had dared to ask that.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Jun 11, 2006 8:51:56 GMT -5
He knew his shirt was going to get in the way, and when she asked, he didn't hesitate to take it off.
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Post by Miriam, Rose Child on Jun 11, 2006 8:57:43 GMT -5
She was thankful that he didn't make a big deal over it. She realized, though, that the shirt wasn't the only thing getting in the way. With only a smaller hesitation, she ordered him to lay down on the large couch. There, she knelt beside him and started once more.
It was then that she found the scar. Surprise, anger, and worry filled her gaze, whether he was looking or not. "Who dared do this to you?" Fury filled her voice, but also pain at seeing evidence that the one who had helped her had been hurt as such. She bent down and lightly kissed the scar, willing for it to go away.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Jun 11, 2006 9:13:47 GMT -5
Skylar was puzzled at first until she touched his scar with her lips,"Oh.. That... My father used to beat me, he'd given that to me when I was eleven."
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Post by Miriam, Rose Child on Jun 11, 2006 9:18:56 GMT -5
She stroked it gently, kissing it again. "How dare he?" she whispered softly. Fury whelmed up inside her, and she wished fiercely that she could find the man and kill him, maybe after torturing him, that is.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Jun 11, 2006 9:21:01 GMT -5
"Don't worry about it. He doesn't do that anymore, not after I beat him in a duel. He knows I'm stronger than him."
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Post by Miriam, Rose Child on Jun 11, 2006 9:29:45 GMT -5
She bowed her head slightly, a sign she would do as he said. Still, while she kept up the massage, she would caress it lightly, kissing it now and then. She didn't know why she cared so much, beyond the fact that she hated to see other hurt, or evidence that they had been hurt in the past.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Jun 11, 2006 9:31:58 GMT -5
Now everytime she kissed over the reminder of his past, Skylar would close his eyes and imagine his happy place. He may not be beaten by his father now, but the past was one that he didn't like to think about or talk about.
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Post by Miriam, Rose Child on Jun 11, 2006 14:44:45 GMT -5
Slowly, she reached deep within her mind, finding the vestiges of magic she had stored up over many years. By the time she had finally sat back, leaving him as human jello, the scar was shrunk to half its size, and still shrinking.
Suddenly realizing that her actions might not have been appreciated, she bowed her head in slight shame. "I'm sorry, Skylar. I forgot my place. It won't happen again." She knew that, as a rule, she wouldn't like someone to pay so much attention to a painful part of her past, especially if you weren't one to dwell on it.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Jun 11, 2006 15:59:51 GMT -5
He sat up, and looked at her. "You haven't done anything wrong." he said simply, and looked over to the fireplace once again.
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Post by Miriam, Rose Child on Jun 11, 2006 17:00:43 GMT -5
She bit her lip and remained where she was, reluctant to touch him again, scared that she would go to far. Still in a kneeling position, her back straight, she bowed her head so her chin touched her chest, and her hair covered her face. She felt so.... different now.
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