[m] There's nothing holding us back

Andrew

POSTED: Sun May 31, 2020 3:17 am

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000 The first day of the rest of our lives
He calls me the Devil

It was the first time in a very long time that she awoke without paranoia knocking at the door.

Not to say she was idle of worry, but it remained much contained. The Ashen would not poison her in her bed, they'd attack her with steel blades. Promises meant more than winsome words here.

Though she could gladly watch the unsatisfied anger seethe at her behest, it was in all of their interests to keep herself in a better faith than that.

She drifted, allowing the warmth of their cocoon to ensconce her and slowly lull her back into a semblance of sleep. Shifting herself, she pressed her face into the rough pillow. Not entirely willing to face the new day just yet.

A prickle down her spine prevented her from achieving true ascension back to slumber.

Even in her bedchamber, there were those who watched. Green awaited her when her eyelids finally flipped open.

One night of rest was not enough to wipe away their days of tension, the nights of no sleep spent upon the back of their horses. It helped however.

Sloe-eyed she regarded him, close enough to feel his gentle breath against her fur. She were tempted to let them linger closed again, and sleep despite his perusal of herself. Was it here now that she first noticed the threading of grey along his muzzle. No such hairs marred her own just yet, but she supposed she should not be so far behind. One day. It did not consume her as it once would have.

"Good morning." Helena uttered, hoarse-voiced, still exhausted from their flight of terror.

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POSTED: Sun Jun 07, 2020 9:55 pm

Like a house falling into the sea
Into the sea

The terror was over, but their work was far from done. The experience had aged him in more ways than one, there was no denying that now. It was this ever present, lingering anxiety that weighed down on Andrew, particularly as Helena had slept so soundly beside him on their fist night of relative safety -- and when he did finally cross the threshold of sleep, it did not come easy.

In his dream, he was up high, perched precariously upon a swaying and narrow platform. Before him was a long suspension wire. A tightrope. Behind him, there was only a void so black, so empty, that it compelled him forward. He thought he could hear a crowd below; shouting, jeering, laughing. A faceless mass rooting for their dearest performer to fail.

With a tentative step, the noise suddenly stopped, and the silence was deafening. So cold and thin underneath the pads of his paws. How easy it would be to slip -- and slip he did.

He awoke as he fell, wide eyed and breathing heavily. His heart thrummed rapidly in his chest. The sun had yet to peek through their narrow window, but Andrew vowed that he would not sleep again that night. Instead, he trained his eyes on the woman who slept beside him. His wife. His constant.

He watched her until morning.

When she finally woke, he smiled and pushed the nights anxieties aside for her sake. "Morning," he muttered before threading her sleep tangled scarlet curls behind her ear with a gentle finger. "We did it."

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POSTED: Thu Jun 11, 2020 3:03 am

000 The first day of the rest of our lives
He calls me the Devil

A warm, soft bed had become but a grand luxury in their short lived escape. Dozing from the back of a horse did little to improve the posture or contribute towards feeling well rested.

Her voice hummed her agreement, her head leaning into his touch that tucked away those errant, rebellious curls. The rest of their lives now unfolded before them, what endless possibilities resided here in this place of ash and dust?

What should usually occur now was a pantomime no longer worth being played out. The hurried, almost guilty return to their Crown appointed lives. Him back to his shrew of a wife and she to her lonely tower. Their last ticket had been sold out, the show's run come to an end. This new dance now promised to be even more delectable than its predecessor.

That she did not have to hurry herself to scrub his scent from her fur before it sunk too deep was but a cherry atop their just dessert.

Sitting up, she stretched luxuriantly; the satisfying pops of her spine, the loosening of sleepy muscles, all were exquisite. Languid, the ineffable nature of her might suggest that she had no worries at all. Certainly she'd had no disturbances to her dreams like himself, but she also considered the course to come.

For now though, they could afford a moment to themselves.

"Oui, we are being alive..." She agreed, followed with a jaw-cracking yawn.

Contemplative, her awakened gaze now passed over him, slipping down and down until the rust of him disappeared below concealing covers.

More's the pity.

When she laid back down, it was closer to him, close enough to touch in more than once place, one slender leg draping across his own. Helena breathed out a sigh and let her eyes drift almost closed again,

"Mmm, je pourrais me rendormir." She purred satirically in a low voice. There was no intention of doing so, but she would always tease him, now with absolute impunity.

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POSTED: Wed Jun 24, 2020 9:19 pm

Like a house falling into the sea
Into the sea

How strange it was to see her in the morning's light without the impending dread of a ticking clock hanging over their heads like some dark thunder cloud. It was different. Different in a way that Andrew noticed things that were entirely new. The way the light bled through the window and caught in the tangle of her hair was both familiar and not. That playful spark in the depths of her freshly opened eyes. Despite the fears and anxieties that had kept Andrew from a restful sleep, he could find comfort in this. A moment of normalcy, so desired -- but so undeserved.

Little victories, one at a time. Together, he knew they could carve a place for themselves here.

On the crest of a yawn, she slunk in closer and Andrew let his arm run the length of the small of her back. He held her close and breathed in deep, filling himself with her scent. "Then stay in bed," he returned coyly. "We can stay all day if we like." After all, there was no obligation anymore.

The journey had been long and stressful. It sounded like a day of rest was in order. "I'm going to be right here," Andrew assured before pressing a kiss into Helena's forehead.

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POSTED: Wed Jun 24, 2020 10:28 pm

302 The first day of the rest of our lives
He calls me the Devil

Even encapsulated within the advent of unfamiliarity, her grip upon him remained concrete. Wrapped about her slender fingers those thin links gleamed with their tactile strength, and she only needed to give but a gentle tug to bring him to his knees before her. A position she knew he relished.

"All day?" The back of her eyelids did not offer her such an entertaining view however, and, slatted, her eyes opened back up again, little jewels of color against the backdrop of her ruddy face.

If she had been a different women, then maybe her attempt at playing the innocent flower would have come across as intended. As it was, the expression only served to deepen the artful wickedness that played about the lines of her mouth. She had a sinner's face, delicately dedicated towards covetous glances and suggestive risquée whispers.

Such an idea though, to lounge about, lazily, all day, was a simple pleasure she'd not experienced in a great stretch of time.

He marveled at the newness of discovered things missed before in haste and duplicity. Helena remembered the things left behind, though, of these things, her other, tainted, children were not considered as possessions to grieve for. A callous and selfish woman was she, down to her core.

"But of course you will. Quoi qu'il en soit, vous n'êtes pas autorisé à quitter..." Helena's smirk was sharp, as it always was, predatory all the way through. Maybe he didn't know all of the words she spoke, but the tone of such a declaration carried its authority without cause to misconstrue.

Andrew's touch lingered along her skin, setting alight in its wake the temptation. She was never one to resist its calling. Humming thoughtfully, she reached out her own fingers, and they slipped into place along the solidness of his collarbone with a lazy, lingering caress.

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POSTED: Mon Jun 29, 2020 9:29 pm

Like a house falling into the sea
Into the sea

Oh the audacity. Though he was still but a learner in her foreign tongue, he knew just enough to glean the meaning behind her unfamiliar words. Permission. That was a concept that he was more than familiar with. His life was her's, and unto her, he relinquished all control.

He snorted, stifling a laugh. Andrew too was content to spend the rest of his waking hours locked in the lazy embrace of his beloved, but there was a daring look in the depths of her bi-colored eyes. She was egging him on with every glance -- with every touch. The road had been so bereft of intimacy, and in the exhaustion of settling in the first night had left something to be desired.

Already, his arousal pressed against the fabric of his undergarments.

Shifting his weight, he rolled over her until she was laid flat on her back against the bed. Lingering above, Andrew held himself over her with both hands pressing her wrists back. "Ah, then what would the mistress have me do?" He replied then as a devious smirk played along his face.

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POSTED: Tue Jun 30, 2020 1:18 am

000 The first day of the rest of our lives
He calls me the Devil

More time had passed them by, more than she cared to admit, more than she cared to acknowledge. All was simply too long, in her own, lauded opinion. Hers was the only one that mattered, of course.

Her breath was already thin and compliant, as the grasp of her fingers ran across muscle and skin barely felt for hours and days and weeks. It was not to be so, it was a cruelty, passed onto them by whatever riotous deity ran this show, or by the calamity of the universe.

She was a greedy, selfish woman, and she desired.

Oh, did she desire.

She would have the reward admitted to her, claiming what was hers alone. It remained her right, her conquest. The chains didn't only bind him, they bound herself too, and in this she could care for nothing less.

Andrew rolled, moving his weight, and scored himself a lofty position atop her enticing prone form. Maybe she expected this, maybe she didn't, but for each, regardless, the ragged check of her breathing displayed her eagerness. Breathless, she could give only wordless noise, a soft sound of acquiescence.

The sibilant smile of hers, the sensuousness in her lips, all were welcomed back at him in her expression. It much more suited her face than the pretend innocent, the bastille of sin and vice, and all things decadent were but a ruination of her impersonation. Helena had the calling of the demons of hell, the succubi that rose sleeping men from their rest to wrest from them their innocence.

But he was the only one who's temper she stole these days.

He pressed down, eagerly, and the cradle of her body opened up, spreading itself for him to fall into, desired and anticipated like rains following a desiccating drought. Helena murmured deep in her throat, appreciating the shove and take, but captured there within ember eyes that stared up at him ferociously was a warning and a promise, if she cared not for his one chance, then she was retaking her position as ringmaster.

Her fingers flexed, cordoned in the confines of his grasp, trapped, tapered, she was left bereft of her defense, and did she not care one whit. A cursory attempt, one not very aggressive, was made to 'escape'. Mostly consisting of her arching her softness upwards, shoving against his unforgiving body in futility.

Common love wasn't for them, there was something phenomenal there, in the strained, tattered shredded lines of them.

"André." She muttered, high and breathy, stolen of dignity and uncaring of the fact, only to again repeat his name a second time, more desperate and freed of false inhibition. It had been long, too long, but not as long as he.

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POSTED: Tue Jun 30, 2020 6:10 pm

Like a house falling into the sea
Into the sea

The half-hearted attempt to wrest herself from Andrew's grip was a charade. He'd seen her fight, truly fight, and this was none such occasion. Clearly, she had no wish to break free, yet Andrew felt his grip around her wrists tighten. She belonged to him as much as he belonged to her, and he wanted her to know it -- to feel it as fingers cinched.

With every movement, she teased him. Chest to chest, he pressed down against her as she breathed his name with yearning, not once, but twice. In her voice her could hear the pangs of desperation ring.

"Patience," he muttered softly.

He dared not wait for any further invitation. Releasing a wrist, he drew his hand down to the waistband of his undergarments. Carefully, he slid them down until they had bunched restrictively around his ankles. He kicked them away moments after with little thought, and they were lost somewhere underneath the covers.

Breath heavy with anticipation, he touched himself. Fingers lightly gripped the base of his protruding shaft and he slowly guided his length between Helena's legs and into her body's soft, intimate embrace. He stuttered on the crest of a breathless gasp, checked by the slick and familiar slide of flesh.

And yet, it was different. He moved slow with a certain tenderness; with love, both firm and fragile.

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POSTED: Tue Jun 30, 2020 10:29 pm

000 The first day of the rest of our lives
He calls me the Devil

The tightening of his hands, the given message was undeniably clear and it was but the final stages of a complete rebuild. He was her creature, down to the desirous impulsiveness.

“Fuck patience.” She protested stridently in a low voice, entirely impatient with any kind of delay. The threads of her unraveled, revealing the covetous, impetuous beast that she really was at her heart. Not that this was surprising, not to him who had seen so many of her masks by now, who knew so many of her faces.

Sodden breaths, for truly it took nothing at all to set alight their appetite for one another. Freed partially, she was reaching for him without thought, sinking her fingers into his rusty fur and pulling, tugging, urging him onward, as he divested himself of the remainder of his clothing, what little hadn't been removed in the prior night's exhaustion.

Her own hastily unbuttoned shirt was bunched up beneath her, the long sleeves danging from her slender arms, unnoticed, uncared for. He was warm, heavy. Solid. Soundless, her jaw worked, briefly she was silent.

Scattered, his breaths burst against her neck, eager and rough. She echoed them back at him, a sharp inhalation laced with a thin, shattered warble.

Around him she wrapped herself, long legs stretching themselves across the backs of his thighs, as if he might suddenly decide to stop his sensual rolling motions and leave. Not a damned chance.

A different dance this time, a slow tango that settled its way deep inside. Unhurried, disconnected from the harshness of their tumultuous past together. Without the pallor of established patterns, it became momentous in its own way. Devotion, she knew exactly how to decorate herself with this.

Her sounds were soft, vibrant, effortlessly provided. She gave back to him, pressing up as he came down, and sucked in languid, sharp breaths at the end of each stroke.

Andrew's devotion burned away at her, and when she pressed her cheek against his own, mumbling his name again, it was with an equal amount, wrapping her fingers into his hair.

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