M - End of All Hope

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 04-15-2011, 01:11 PM

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OOC: +5

The woman under him seemed disgusted. Either with him, or herself, he didn't know, but he was feeling horrible right now, even though he he experienced a release, he had done something horrible, and Bartholomew was trying to such his head for a reason that Mars would be a stupid asshole and do this. She told him to shut up, and for once, Bartholomew was as silent as the quiet man was known for being. If anyone didn't know better, you could mistake this for another transition, but alas, it was not, it was simply Bartholomew listening to the woman's orders. The man held his chest above her, his arms on either side of her. He panted lightly, trying to get some air, and to regulate his breathing. It was hot in the room, and it smelt of sex all over his room now. Sometimes Bartholomew wondered why Mars didn't noticed those stale sex scents that would find themselves in his room from time to time. Bartholomew held his ears pinned against his head and then he looked away from the little Latina that was under him. She pulled her leg up and pushed at his stomach with her foot and she spoke to tell him to get off of her.

I'ma kinda stuck.. the man pointed out and he looked away from the female. The only thing he really could do was shift them into a more comfortable position on their sides on the bed. He pulled them to where he was side to side with her, which twisted her as well but at least he was not on top of he anymore. He still held his mismatched ears flat against his head, and he looked away from her because of the shame he felt. He would look at her if he felt like he could. She was probably disgusted at him, and he felt bad about this all. None of this should have happened but it did, and it was horrible.

There was a cruel silence. One that was absolutely horrible to the tri-colored man, and it showed on his face. He looked pained, and disappointed. The silence continued until the man's tool had withdrawn from the woman's body, un-attaching himself to her. He let out a relieved sigh as he flopped over on his back finally. He still avoided her gaze, and had the burning urge to tell her that he was sorry yet again. He closed his eyes for a moment and thought about where Mars would be keeping the first aid supplies. He thought hard about it before he had gotten up and he opened the locked door and walked down the hall to the bathroom and he went in there. He searched the counters and once he found the box he was looking for, he opened it and pulled out some disinfectant and some gauze. He then went to go find the woman who he had hurt. He placed the items on the counter when he had come around the corner into the kitchen where she was..

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