07-30-2008, 03:19 AM
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She had only been half aware of his building anger while she spoke, absorbed in her own broken ego and the effort it took to formulate two volatile months of memories into a distinguishable story. His arm drawing her nearer eased something in her, whether she was aware of it or not though, and the heated drumming of his pulse subconsciously alerted her to the words that would boil up when she finished. Still, she frowned at him below sorrowful eyes when he spoke of fires and death. He and many others in her life stood as proof that bad behaviors didn't mean someone was a bad person, and despite what his guilt was overwhelmingly telling him now, she knew without question that was not a fate he or any of them deserved. But before she could speak a protest, turn the insight that he had given her to quell her own storm, his hands were moving over her body, lighting up the paths that they took. Her body moved in tune with his, following premonitions (or perhaps wishes) to lead her straddled around his lap with the ease of two bodies that knew each other far better than they truly did. Her legs folded close to the outer sides of his thighs and her belly arched in to brush against his, leaving their faces inches away, and eyes grasped tight to the other's. "I'd kill him for you without a second thought.." With the deep, dark intensity that she recognized in him from the first moment they had crossed paths to this, he spoke words that given by anyone else would feel empty and chauvinistic. But Hollow, oh dear Hollow, stripped down to the bone for her and with only honesty and passion remaining there, that she believed every word. Like macabre romance, it was dark and wrong in a basic way, but it was like nothing she had ever been told. And she had no words to answer him with, only a bodily, carnal response to kiss him. To lean her body heavily into his, hands pushing up his torso and then around his neck and shoulders, pushing through fur to touch warm, too-real skin.  | ||