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Post by Echo on Feb 3, 2016 21:47:48 GMT
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ECHELLAMY!!!! BELLENA!!!!
POUTY BELLAMY WHO IS MAD
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Post by Echo on Jan 29, 2016 19:30:29 GMT
Finally they marched on Polais. The commander would be no more. Echo wasn't sure of the plan--she knew she was not of the ones who knew--but she cared not. She only knew that Nia was livid, and this was her chance to find blood for blood! Too many of her people had died, one at a time, to the mountain. Now rumor's were the Sky People made many trips to there. That they were either taking it's weapons or moving camp there. Either way, it was an uneasy feeling to know they could have another undefeatable foe. Lexa did nothing.
Echo did not hate the Sky People, like many of her people did, but nor did she like the idea of them taking the mountain. It should be burned! It was a place of death, and it was only fit for demons. She was not marching to Polias to stop this--she was going for blood. Politics could be left to the others.
One of the warriors was marching the wrong way, and another turned him to the right way, demanding he walk straight. It didn't take long before the warrior begin walking sideways again. Echo moved forward to intercept the confused one, grabbing his shoulder and pushing him toward the correct path. She was about to snap at him when she looked at his face. At first it was just a feeling, but after a second she knew who it was--she'd known it anywhere. Bellamy of the Sky People. A wanheda in his own right, though thankfully she had never told his name--knowing that Nia would want the power of killing wanheda for herself, thus taking the power of all the lives they'd killed. She'd protected him in that.
Standing there, she knew she'd draw attention. However she felt torn for a moment. WHY was he here?! Who did he kill for the clothes? Moving to stand by his side, she spoke. "Walk with them," She demanded, "Why are you here?"
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Post by Echo on Jan 22, 2016 5:45:05 GMT
Echo stood there with her hands very still by her side while watching Trikru fight Skikru. She wasn't just watching the fight she was taking in their moves. Who favored which side, who didn't hold their block as well as they should have then going in for a hit. She was learning, and learning a lot more then she had come here for. She was the wolf in gates, and while she knew she could do much damage here--she knew she wouldn't. She owed one a debt of honor and blood and you didn't reply that with betrayal. She was not he commander. She would not betray her honor for safety.
When the fight was over Bellamy walked over to her and asked if she wished to try. Echo's eyes went to the Trikru before going back to him. She wanted to say no, for fighting before one's enemy gave them an advantage. "You have blended the Trikru way with the Skikru way," She told him, commenting on his fighting style, "And now you wish to learn mine?" It was her version of a tease, for she knew she would fight him if he wished. She wanted to prove herself. She was Ice Nation and they were feared through out the clans, with lands that stretched 1,000 miles.
With one last look at the one they called Lincoln, she moved closer to thing called a mat. Shen she stepped on it, the ground gave slightly under her. It was odd stepping on such a surface, but she understood it's function to be a brace for a fall. Once she was over it, the others seemed to slow their actions, while looking at her and Bellamy. She would not loose while so many watched her. She wasn't sure who they allowed themselves to have no winners, but pride would not allow her to bend under the weight. "Are their rules here?" She asked, knowing how fond they were of rules.
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Post by Echo on Jan 20, 2016 1:52:52 GMT
Echo could fell his eyes open, by the slight shit shift; and she opened her own to look into his. "Loiolti taim wamplei," Loyalty unto death. There was no Ice Nation or Sky People before them. Their family before their lives. For her, and her people, it was the greatest thing one had to offer. His hand reached for her's and lifted it to rest over his heart, before telling her words that used to fall from their lip often, but had done so seldom of late. "Ai hod yu in." He still loved her. "I love you." Both of him.
Echo moved her hand just and inch tot he side, before moving to place a kiss over his heart, and then bring her other hand up rest over the back of his jawline and neck before pulling him down just enough to take his mouth in a open kiss. She kissed him deeply, grateful that they did not seem to be at odds any longer. Breaking the kiss, she kept her forehead once again pressing into his. "Ai hod yu in." She repeated, "I love you." Her palm pressed into his skin over his heart, "This you." Vallier was someone she would always love, but he was no longer Vallier. He was Bellamy--and she had come to see him embrace both of his pasts, and use them to become stronger for them. It was no longer about what she had lost when he remembered, but what she was gaining.
She could join his world if it meant they were to stand together. She would embrace it. She might not ever be accepted as one of his own, but Kane had often come to her and asked for advice for dealing with the clans. 'Grounders' he called them. She could offer such knowledge, and seek to find her own place there.
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Post by Echo on Jan 19, 2016 23:49:36 GMT
"That is her best option," Echo wasn't sure what to make of his agreement. Did he want their daughter gone for her saftey, or to make sure she wouldn't be here in case the unthinkable happens? "Octavia should go with them too, she can help protect them both." That was even more telling then his first words. "You can ask that of her." Echo told him, as she would not ask this of his sister because; "I do like like being told no." And she knew the warrior would not leave her brother. She had come to see them in the time they had spent with the Sky People. She had come to see their bond, how their heads bend together when talking, and how they spent so much time together. It was not jealously but envy that Echo had. She wanted that. They were stronger together, and she didn't do it by training but by the bond. By speaking of things she could not bring herself to speak of. Or at least not until now.
He moved to stand with her, and Echo turned her head to look at him. With the orange and reds of the sky it have his pensive face other worldly features. His hair blowing back and forwards wit the wind. She watched him until he spoke, taking in the details of his face. This would be how she remembered him if he fell--though she had faith in him, and was counting on him being stronger then Roan. "As ready as I can be." She knew he was looking at her, and so she tilted her face back up to him, looking at the expression on his face. They were warriors! This wasn't supposed to be who they were! They were supposed to be strong, and not torn between emotions they could do nothing about! "It is never my desire to displease you." She looked away, her lips pulling into a bitterly amused small smile; though it only lasted about the same length as his.
This was why she had changed her mind. He made her laugh, and see the world differently. The feeling was a drug that she couldn't get out of her blood. "I'm sorry." Her brows bent at that, and she turned her head, and even apart of her body to look up at him. "For all I have put you through."
"And after tomorrow, I hope you give me the opportunity to make up for it." His hand lifted to rest on her face, the size of his palm enough to cover her whole cheek. "Even if it takes the rest of my life." Echo stepped forward and lifted her face so it could rest on his lowered one, and they could just touch foreheads, standing this close. They'd not done this since he had told her of his past. Her hand rested on his bare chest. With her eyes closed, and her face touching his she spoke to him, and while it was in the language of her people, she called him something she had never called him before--she had never even said the name a loud. "Bellamy, this is not your doing." She told him, "I have come to think of this as a command from things larger then us. Yes, had you not gotten lost we would not be standing here---but nor would we be standing here." Together. "Loiolti taim wamplei," She told him, loyalty unto death. She was here with him, no matter the out come.
Had she known more about his culture, she would have thought it her people's way of saying til death do us part.
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Post by Echo on Jan 19, 2016 1:39:48 GMT
She could hear him tell his daughter that she was his princess, something she gathered had been his Sky Person parts coming out when he had forgotten himself. Echo refused to let doubts enter her mind about if this was the last him, but she was aware of it. She turned to look out the window once more, giving him time to say his good nights. Polis was so different from her home, and she both loved the sights and hated the weather. She knew this was well her last time here. Unless the Sky People ever joined the clans and submitted to Lexa's rule. When steps approached behind her she waited until they were close before turning once more to face him. "She was very tired," Bellamy told her, and Echo did not miss that he was speaking to her in her own language, rather then his. When she would later reply to his words, it too would be in her language. "She may even sleep through the night." At least someone would.
Taking a deep breath, Echo exhaled sharply. "It will do well, for tomorrow she will be with your father," Echo paused for only half second but it was to brace herself for telling him. "Leaving the city with the sun's arrival. We both know that when--" not if, she would not speak in what if's here. "--you defeat Roan, Nia's wrath will be great. She would be safer already away. I truth your father. He is a good man, and he has already agreed to take her down an unknown road and away from here." Should he fall it would be safer for her too, because Echo had see his sister's rage, and knew her wrath would be equally as great--and Echo wasn't sure she wouldn't join her.
Her tone, while not demanding, had been firm. There would be no room for argument, and he would know this. She did not speak to him often with that tone, but in this her mind was made. She would be here to see it happen, and she would send her daughter with the only person she trusted with her. Marcus Kane.
She wanted to tell him so much, yet a lifetime of never speaking up left her unknowing how to say the words. "Are you for tomorrow?" She asked instead, needing to know he was not lacking of will and dermination. "It would displease me if you don't come back." She told him, knowing displeased wasn't the right word, but she was trying to force the words out. Displeased sounded as if she would be angry with him, when in truth she would be devastated. She had struggled to hold his gaze while speaking of 'displeasure' because she knew that there was no anger there, there was only fear and her attemps at hiding it. She was afriad and she hated that she was unable to fully hide it. She would be brave beside him tomorrow, but here alone with him she was unable to hold it back. She looked away for a moment, clearly trying to stay strong before him, before looking back at him with slightly better control over herself. "I would miss you." She told him, coming as close to telling him how she felt, then she had ever come before.
For her, this was a big step, and she wasn't sure how he would see it. Weakness? Or something else?
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Post by Echo on Jan 18, 2016 17:50:23 GMT
Echo had been to Polis before. When she was with her people and traveled here, it had taken over a week of travel to get here. The Sky People were closer, and it had only taken four. They'd arrived and Vallier had spoken before the commander, with a challenge for Roan--to prevent war, they'd settle this warrior to warrior. Nia had arrived just days after them, and taken her place to watch. The tension in the air between then two people were thick, and everyone was on edge. The sun was just setting, and Echo stood that the window looking out. Unlike the one in their home, this window had no glass that kept out the sounds and wind. The heat here was strong, and she was unused to needing to little to keep warm.
And she felt cold without her thick coats and furs. When the sun came up, Va-Bellamy would fight Roan. Either way it would end here. Perhaps. Echo knew she'd never be able to go back to her people, but without Bellamy as a tie to his she wasn't sure she could stay there either. Yet that was where Rosa's best chance stood. Which was why Echo had left earlier, and had sought out Bellamy's father while Bellamy spent time with his sister. She'd asked something of him--and he had refused at first, but in the end she insisted. If Bellamy fell, Rosa could not be in the city. Echo didn't know what would happen if he did. If Bellamy won, Echo knew Nia would not take it peacefully. She'd be bound by law to obey and not start a war--but if they were caught in the open, she could not swear that Nia would not press her anger. Marcus would take Rosa at dawn, and with a small group of Sky Warriors, use other roads to get back to their gates. They had raydeos that allowed them to speak to each other over distance--Marcus would be in touch the whole time.
It was unfair of her to ask so much of a father, but he was one of the few she trusted. Turning from the window, Echo watched Bellamy as he walked around the room with his daughter in his arms. He wore nothing but his pants, as the heat was thick here. Even with the markings of her people over his skin, she thought he looked of both worlds. She had come to learn more about who he had been, and come to know who he was now. Vallier was a warrior of the Ice Nation, and she thought of him less as that now. She thought more of him as Bellamy, the man before her now. She could see him honoring the beliefs of her people, and using what he knew of his own to help his father lead them. She understood now, after seeing Bellamy, what had drew her toward Vallier.
It was his honor. His strength within his kindness. Her people hid everything under their strength, and saw kindness as weakness. He had been more then that. He had proven you could be both, and made her wish to be both as well. She had fallen in love with one, and had come to love the other more. And now, on the even before she could loose him, she wasn't sure what to say or do. She had come to see that with his people you were encouraged to speak up about these things, but she had never done so before. She also wasn't sure how he felt about all this, for he had been silent as well. Would he see her speaking up as doubts in him? Would that dishonor him, or make him doubt himself? Would he want to hear such things?
His deep voice int he soft timber had soothed Rosa to sleep, and Echo spoke in a tone she had never heard herself use before. It was thicker, and held much of what she felt--for she was unable to remain so still and stoic in the face of tomorrow. "To bed with her. I would speak with you before the night comes." Because she wasn't sure if this was their last night, but she was going to make sure that she had no regrets.
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Post by Echo on Jan 18, 2016 16:01:25 GMT
Echo had not slept much the night before, finding her surroundings too new and with her not knowing anything of this world, or what to do with herself in it, she had been at a lost--which made her restless. As the sun rose up and light came into the metal box, she had felt more and more restless. Though she would never give a sign that was how she felt. She knew Vallier had gone out during the night, and had taken Rosa with him. It had been an uneasy feeling feeling and she'd attempted to find her way out of the maze like halls to the outside world. She'd been unable to manage it, and had retraced her steps to come back here when she saw she was making the warriors uneasy--which they should be.
Vallier--or Bellamy Blake was holding their daughter when the knock came. Echo rose from where she stood, on edge and tense. Vallier opened it, and there was his father. He brought them food (which was an odd custom to her) but she understood it for what it was. She could tell by the way he looked at her that he was trying to read her as much as she was trying to read him. He held out a package, and Echo paused for a slightly extended moment before reaching for it. She had not spoken English since Vallier had told her of his past, but she knew she had too now. They were hard to push out, but she knew this was an important moment and neither of them wanted to be the one that would set the tone of uneasy. "Thank you."
It wasn't that she disliked him personally, but she had spent the past two years thinking of them all as her enemy, and now she was living among them. Letting the two men talk, she pulled open the gift--expecting something like Sky Person clothing to make her daughter look more like one of them. Instead what she could was soft handmade doll, wrapped in a thick blanket. The the doll wasn't dressed in what looked like black pants and a blue shirt--leaving her unable to tell which world it belonged in. Deciding to try and make the best of this, Echo extended the doll to Vall--Belomi to give to Rosa.
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Post by Echo on Jan 17, 2016 1:22:13 GMT
Echo felt Vallier come up to stand next to her, and she felt their daughter begin kicking at the sight of him. How long would he still look like one of the Ice Nation's warriors. How long before he looked like one of them and his daughter no longer recognized him? Or would she always know him? Would he start expecting their daughter to be more this then her people? "The one in the front," Echo looked down at the man, taking in the size and shape of him, as any warrior would do upon meeting the general of another's army. What would the father expect from her? "He wants to meet you. Whenever you're ready." Yes, this she knew. Who would not want to meet an enemy they let into their gates? "I will be ready for when you see him next." She told him, not wanting to put it off, nor seek it out before it's time.
"I also have a sister," He had said so before, but Echo had not asked anything about her, having been trying to handle everything he had told her. "She's not here right now, but should be back by tomorrow." Echo lifted their daughter up to him, so he could hold her. Rosa didn't know many faces but she knew her father's, and his voice. She never failed to react to either--like her mother. "Is she one of your father's warriors?" Echo asked, trying to learn more about the people here. The people he had come here to protect.
Turning from the window, she leaned back on it while looking up into his face. Things were so tense between them, and she knew that until they spoke of things it was not going to get better. Even then it would be a long time before they could see what would be happening here. Their worlds were so different, and while he had adapted to her's, she wondered if she would ever be able to do it here. "Will you now be one of his warriors?" He tone wasn't fully accusing, because she knew this wasn't fair to him, but she didn't know what to do with herself here, and the unknown was what she hated. She almost wished the Ice Nation did attack--she'd be of use then.
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Post by Echo on Jan 16, 2016 18:57:23 GMT
"Who said I'm yours?" His tone was clear at to his meaning, so she matched it in turn for her's. "No one." For she had said she liked her men, not called him among them. Still, she could feel this was different even now in the beginning. That there was more between them then a night of trying to stay warm. She thought of him more then the others, and had held back from doing this sooner because of that. He began working his way for her, and Echo didn't pull her hands free--a sign of the trust she was building toward him, for she never let another hold her hold. The feeling would have been too weak for her, but with Vallier, she didn't feel a threat--she felt something very different.
When he let go of her hands, they fell slowly down to her side, while his mouth undid the laces. Even here he was different then the others. She was used to fast, and quickly unfastening and quick coupling. He lingered, and enjoyed himself. He teased her rather then diving in. Blowing over her skin, touching her without giving ease to the ache. "You were right," She wasn't sure what he was referring too, her mind only on the moment rather then past conversations. Was he saying he was her's?
Reaching her hand down she threaded her fingers into his hair, and pulled him closer to her hips. "For a warrior who forget everything, you seem to know what you are doing," She both teased and hinted to him, wanting his mouth to ease the ache that he had built. If he didn't then she would take the control from him, for she felt as if this ache had started the day they met, and only now was she about to finally find a way to ease it; and his teasing was driving her to madness.
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Post by Echo on Jan 16, 2016 17:53:42 GMT
Echo was sleeping. The ice storm that blow outside was not new to her ears, and thus easy to block out. Her home build to keep all the heat in it that could be kept in, thus the large fire in the center of the room kept everything warm. Even still she was under furs from hunts that she had gone on--and not just her. Vallier. Upon meeting the mindless man, Echo had been one of the ones who tried to help, though she had no understanding how he had lost everything in his head. He learned quick, and even within a month had made strides that were big enough that their healer had said he wasn't learning, but remembering. It made Echo more willing to help, and she felt almost as if she had been reward--for she had met someone unlike the warriors that she had been raised with.
She'd fallen in love. Which was why the furs on the bed, the ones on the floor were not just of her hunts. She'd let him in to more then just her heart, but this was their home now, rather then her's. She would never have thought they'd be this, or that she could be this with anyone. She was a warrior, and love was weakness to them. Love made you hesitate before following orders. Love made your head be somewhere else in a battle. It divided loyalties from the clan to a single person. It was what she had been told--but she had yet to see it that way. She was finding strength in it. She didn't hesitate by his side, nor he by her's. They'd not been in any battles, but she had trust in his ability, and she'd not dishonor that with doubts or not letting him take his own kill. He was loyal to Nia as well, and was even one that Nia was growing pleased with more and more each time he hunted, or trained, or devised some new way of doing something to help the people.
Her dreams were disturbed once again, as her eyes opened sharply and she grew very still. Echo worked only on breathing, making her actions as silently as she could so not to alert Vallier. The storm was too strong to go out in it, for you would get lost between here and even the next cabin. It was why she had yet to tell her lover that the birthing pains had stared a good long time ago, and that they were growing closer, faster. This was another thing she had never thought herself to be--mother. And with each round of pains she knew the time was growing closer to embrace that role.
Once the pains were over, she moved to sit up, her balance suffering slightly, while her eyes moved to seek out Vallier. She needed to tell him, so he could be getting things ready. They would have to do this alone--and she had no idea of what to do.
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Post by Echo on Jan 16, 2016 17:31:44 GMT
It was hard to know what he was thinking. He was no longer Vallier, whom she might have guessed his thoughts. He was someone else. She wasn't sure how this man though, or would behave. She wasn't sure he he would hide behind the guns of the Sky People or fight with honor like the warrior he had trained to be. She wasn't sure if he would raise their daughter to be one of these people, and forget her blood. Echo wasn't sure what he expected of her here either. Was she to conform? What was she too do?
It never occurred to her that he would not want her in his bed. She was fierce and lethal and had proved she was as good in bed as out of it. The reason she had yet to invite anything between them since he had told her of his past was because he was thinking more like the SKy People now. They saw her people--and all people not like them--as mindless savages. They'd let them think it because it helped them fear them, but it was not how she wished him to see her. Their daughter. His once friends. "Then let him come," He spoke, and she only watched him still. "We'll settle it like warriors." This was her face became more readable. At least for someone who knew her as intimately as he did. It was one of the first signs that he would not hide behind the gun, and he planned to face Roan like a warrior would. With honor.
The news was both welcome, and made her uneasy. She would not dishonor him by showing the fear she felt, but she knew that they were both warriors who had gained favor for a reason. If Vallier fell she---no. She'd not think about things she had no control over. She would be strong in the face of fear, and unwavering. "They're not cowards." The Sky People. Echo kept a watch on his face, her own schooling to cover the emotion that had come out over his last words. "We will see."
She had refused to speak the Sky People's language since he had told her this was were they were to go. Even now she only spoke her language, knowing he was the only one here who'd really understand it. Turning she looked back down at the people from the window. "Which is your father?" She asked, having heard of Marcus Kane before, but never seeing the man's face. While he was not the leader of the Sky People, he was the one who the clans looked toward. He was the only role they really understood. Commander. General. She wasn't fearful of meeting the man, but she knew that he could make this harder or make this easier.
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Post by Echo on Jan 16, 2016 2:36:38 GMT
Each step that Echo took was full of rocks, and felt heavy on the ground. Vallier walked beside her and her daughter was in a sling that allowed easier movement while being held to her chest. To say that she was displeased, would be using a word that wasn't powerful enough. The warrior she had fallen in love with was no warrior--was not of the clans! He was of the Skykru! He was one of them them! Worse--he was one of the ones who had burned 300 warriors alive. His name had been known, and all thought him dead. But he was not. He had been with the Ice Nation, and they had embraced him. Trained him. Called him their own. He had become a favorite of Nia's and his name had spread over the land.
Nia was humiliated, and in a rage from this unexpected insult. While unplanned on Vallier's part, the Ice Queen still held him responsible for this. If she could find a way to get revenge on any, she would take it. Which was why she was now watching the iron gates approach with each step. Her hands moved up to her daughter, and she held her close. They greeted him by the foreign name, and she stood there silently while they did. Unmoving, and unyielding. They looked at her with fear, and anger, and distrust.
Vallier led them into the iron mountain, and Echo felt the hairs on her neck stand. The air was too still, and she could hear too many unknown sounds in here. Her own foot steps sounded loudly--echoing off the walls. Still she remained unflinching until they reached the room that would be theirs. Walking in the grey box she looked around, and tried to figure out how he could have lived here once. Nothing looked real, everything had a fake appearance to it. Too clean, and . . . grey.
Lifting Rosa out of the sling, Echo held her up to let her stretch, before walking to the window and looking out of it. "You can't hear anything." She said, watching people down below bu having no idea what was happening because they made no sounds through the walls. Turning only her head she looked at Vallier--no . . . no not Vallier.
They called him Belomi. That was who he was now. He looked like Vallier, but there had been changes in him, and she wasn't sure what that meant. Warriors were not supposed to have doubts, but he wasn't a warrior any longer--and now she wasn't either. She was a wastelander for she too was homeless, and peopleless now. She had been one of Nia's favored, and now she was hunted by the ones she had called friend. And the ones she had not. Roan. Nia was send her most ruthless for them. The iron gates were now her cage, because she could engage Roan and protect her daughter. She was trapped in a grey box.
Echo had spent her whole lift making sure she gave nothing away in her face. Even now she looked at him and she made sure nothing was given away. He had taken this from her, and she couldn't even hate him. Because she loved him. Whomever he was. "They will make you weak." She told him in their her language. "Roan will come. The Skypeople scare easy. He will use this." If he expected this to work, he would need to train his people to be stronger. He still looked like Vallier, and it hurt to look at him and know that once she would have already pressed his back tot he wall. Now she wasn't sure who he was. She wasn't sure if he was one of them or the warrior she knew.
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Post by Echo on Jan 15, 2016 0:03:38 GMT
I LOVE ALL THE STUFF!!
Can anyone tell me the last two things Clarke said in the new trailer? I can't understand it!
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Kicking Ass
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Post by Echo on Jan 14, 2016 22:25:39 GMT
His kiss was different. She'd kissed many men, but this kiss was less direct and spent more time exploring, and seeking pleasure then kissing for a purpose. It was still strong, and he tasted warm, leaving her feeling slightly off settled from it. She took control so often, but without seeming to think about it he also had command. He kept it while he shifted them, turning so her back was against the cool ground behind them, and while it was warmer then it had been when they got in here, it was enough that her back arched slightly from the feeling of the cool behind her and his heat before her.
Her moved her hands up to her head before she could think about it, and laced his fingers with her's. Even though the kiss, Echo tugged on them, but she wasn't sure she wanted to escape. Her legs moved up to his hips, and she used them to wrap around him and pull his hips into her--thus also making his firm center, press into her aching one. "I don't normally like my men in control," She told her softly against his lips, before taking control of the only thing she could and kissed him the same way he had her, using her lips to guide his open, and using her tongue to taste him.
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