05-06-2010, 06:18 AM
Quick reply for you as on my friends laptop. Hope it is good enough, just thought I would keep the thread moving along 
Their situation was a strange one. The two warriors locked together, not perhaps in a battle of wits and strength like one would expect, but simply a battle to control their emotions, their hormones. It was a rare sight indeed. It was a curious thing, how somebody as empty and hollow as Lucia could be in such a place as she lingered now. On the edge of her sanity, lips locked with a stranger who possessed such similar traits that their likeness was uncanny. His arms wrapped around her like a protective shield, smile atop a golden maw; his bright coyote eyes half shut and savouring each second as though it was a lasting breath, from which if he didn’t, he could pass over to the world beyond the light.
Lucia, whom allowed such scandalous things to happen on a daily basis, had not expected such an event when she had strolled onto the beach in the early morning. It had not been something she had ever expected; her thoughts had constantly been on the idea of being left alone, rotting in her self pity and abuse; comforted only by the alcohol and drugs which fuelled her happiness and gave her soul a reason to live. Perhaps, on a whim, there would be the occasional day where genuine happiness would present itself to her, bearing her soul to the world, ready for the taking – as though opening the doors to pain and destruction, but what she felt on this day was a completely different sensation. Smile atop her obsidian façade, and her viridian coals glazed over, imaging perhaps the effects of drugs, she stood in his arms and found herself praying that he would never let go. There was that lingering fear too, though; that insecurity that this perfect moment would pass, and she would only have but a taste of true happiness. There was misery in her life, and as the say goes, it loves company – more apparent, hers it seemed.
Returning his kisses, the passion increasing with each one, she could taste him inside her veins; the tingling in her fingertips as she felt her digits curl around his face, and an arm slide around his waist. They were locked together, and it would appear the battle would not end soon. Or at least, that was the general hope of the female traveller. She pondered briefly on the idea that this would lead further on, to things that even she couldn’t imagine herself doing without the aid of alcohol for confidence, but the idea did not scare her away – in fact, she harboured the rush that perhaps Snake could be the one male that she could share her secrets with, and do things with, without any aid – just comfort, trust, and loyalty. The perfect cocktail.
Pulling away slightly, arms still entwined around his slender body, she looked at him, directly toward his eyes. “What now?” she whispered, voice thick with arousal. “Where do we go from here?”
Their situation was a strange one. The two warriors locked together, not perhaps in a battle of wits and strength like one would expect, but simply a battle to control their emotions, their hormones. It was a rare sight indeed. It was a curious thing, how somebody as empty and hollow as Lucia could be in such a place as she lingered now. On the edge of her sanity, lips locked with a stranger who possessed such similar traits that their likeness was uncanny. His arms wrapped around her like a protective shield, smile atop a golden maw; his bright coyote eyes half shut and savouring each second as though it was a lasting breath, from which if he didn’t, he could pass over to the world beyond the light.
Lucia, whom allowed such scandalous things to happen on a daily basis, had not expected such an event when she had strolled onto the beach in the early morning. It had not been something she had ever expected; her thoughts had constantly been on the idea of being left alone, rotting in her self pity and abuse; comforted only by the alcohol and drugs which fuelled her happiness and gave her soul a reason to live. Perhaps, on a whim, there would be the occasional day where genuine happiness would present itself to her, bearing her soul to the world, ready for the taking – as though opening the doors to pain and destruction, but what she felt on this day was a completely different sensation. Smile atop her obsidian façade, and her viridian coals glazed over, imaging perhaps the effects of drugs, she stood in his arms and found herself praying that he would never let go. There was that lingering fear too, though; that insecurity that this perfect moment would pass, and she would only have but a taste of true happiness. There was misery in her life, and as the say goes, it loves company – more apparent, hers it seemed.
Returning his kisses, the passion increasing with each one, she could taste him inside her veins; the tingling in her fingertips as she felt her digits curl around his face, and an arm slide around his waist. They were locked together, and it would appear the battle would not end soon. Or at least, that was the general hope of the female traveller. She pondered briefly on the idea that this would lead further on, to things that even she couldn’t imagine herself doing without the aid of alcohol for confidence, but the idea did not scare her away – in fact, she harboured the rush that perhaps Snake could be the one male that she could share her secrets with, and do things with, without any aid – just comfort, trust, and loyalty. The perfect cocktail.
Pulling away slightly, arms still entwined around his slender body, she looked at him, directly toward his eyes. “What now?” she whispered, voice thick with arousal. “Where do we go from here?”