01-21-2010, 10:10 PM
Ooc: Jac is an ass.. but so is Firefly. They WERE made for eachother! Sosu: 567
Firefly really hadn’t thought that Jacquez would be home so soon. She’d thought that she would have had time to plan everything out and form her attack, because she knew that it would have to be an attack to get anything through his thick skull. She had been nestled up nice and warm in the blankets when she had thought she’d heard the sound of the male upon the porch. Instead of rising from the covers she just lay there and waited, knowing that sooner or later he would appear in the doorway and say something dramatic and demand her attention, except this time he would want nothing to do with what she had to give him. She closed her eyes and waited.
Suddenly the sound of his steps in the room and him clearing his throat alerted her to his presence. He didn’t speak then, but flopped onto the bed and seemed to be getting comfortable. When she was quite still too long for his tastes she felt one of his claws poking and prodding at her ribs. She growled at the king for his impatience and shifted a moment before giving up her hideaway.
She sighed and rustled the blankets as she pulled them off of her head, her eyes emerald eyes searching for the face that was too close for comfort right now. It took her a moment to untangle herself from the wrapping as she almost snapped at him. Yes, it was partly his fault for the state she was in but she at least had the common sense not to blame it solely on him, though she doubted he would be so graceful to do the same.
Her eyes narrowed as she eyed the man across the bed from her as she could find no sweet way of putting the truth, but of course she could find a harsher way to dole it out. ”What? What do you want? Do you want me to warm you up and make life more bearable? Do you want me to act out your utmost fantasies and leave you sighing in contentment? Would you like me to do things that you only dream of but are too afraid to voice?” She drew herself up to where she was leaning against his body, her voice hot against his throat as one hand tracing along his chest while the other played down his abdomen. She tilted her head up as she pressed on. ”Or would you just like me to do what I wish while you whimper in pleasure. I can you know?” she said as she placed the palm that had lingered on his chest against one cheek as she lifted her head to murmur in his ear.
She was horrible, but he had helped put her in this position and she wanted him to remember what had been the start of it all. Maybe if she associated the sensual acts with the dark news she was baring him he’d think twice about who he rolled with next, because she had a feeling it wasn’t ever going to be her again. She hated herself for doing this but she knew he’d never learn otherwise. Get him so wound up then crush his every dreams while the excitement that had throbbed so quickly withered just as suddenly. He might hate her for it, but it was her choice.
Firefly really hadn’t thought that Jacquez would be home so soon. She’d thought that she would have had time to plan everything out and form her attack, because she knew that it would have to be an attack to get anything through his thick skull. She had been nestled up nice and warm in the blankets when she had thought she’d heard the sound of the male upon the porch. Instead of rising from the covers she just lay there and waited, knowing that sooner or later he would appear in the doorway and say something dramatic and demand her attention, except this time he would want nothing to do with what she had to give him. She closed her eyes and waited.
Suddenly the sound of his steps in the room and him clearing his throat alerted her to his presence. He didn’t speak then, but flopped onto the bed and seemed to be getting comfortable. When she was quite still too long for his tastes she felt one of his claws poking and prodding at her ribs. She growled at the king for his impatience and shifted a moment before giving up her hideaway.
She sighed and rustled the blankets as she pulled them off of her head, her eyes emerald eyes searching for the face that was too close for comfort right now. It took her a moment to untangle herself from the wrapping as she almost snapped at him. Yes, it was partly his fault for the state she was in but she at least had the common sense not to blame it solely on him, though she doubted he would be so graceful to do the same.
Her eyes narrowed as she eyed the man across the bed from her as she could find no sweet way of putting the truth, but of course she could find a harsher way to dole it out. ”What? What do you want? Do you want me to warm you up and make life more bearable? Do you want me to act out your utmost fantasies and leave you sighing in contentment? Would you like me to do things that you only dream of but are too afraid to voice?” She drew herself up to where she was leaning against his body, her voice hot against his throat as one hand tracing along his chest while the other played down his abdomen. She tilted her head up as she pressed on. ”Or would you just like me to do what I wish while you whimper in pleasure. I can you know?” she said as she placed the palm that had lingered on his chest against one cheek as she lifted her head to murmur in his ear.
She was horrible, but he had helped put her in this position and she wanted him to remember what had been the start of it all. Maybe if she associated the sensual acts with the dark news she was baring him he’d think twice about who he rolled with next, because she had a feeling it wasn’t ever going to be her again. She hated herself for doing this but she knew he’d never learn otherwise. Get him so wound up then crush his every dreams while the excitement that had throbbed so quickly withered just as suddenly. He might hate her for it, but it was her choice.