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Post by Abra on Nov 20, 2018 16:51:30 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves Baron was making it almost too easy, and Abra couldn't help but giggle again. It was clear that he was uncomfortable with the awkward, perhaps even embarrassing, situation, with having the eyes of his companions of him as she vocalized her arousal for him. He was fighting to keep his composure, to navigate her eluding words, and the strained silences that followed. And he wasn't having much luck.
Even one of his companions had taken to teasing him, which only embolden the woman, encouraged her to continue. Abra took the glass when he offered it but immediately handed it off to the woman nearby, the very one who she was making this display for. And then she was in front of him again, rising onto tiptoes to brush her lips against his.
Her palms pressed against his chest, then slid up his shoulders to the back of his neck so she could pull him closer. "I don't want water, Baron. I don't want to cool off." She explained in a soft voice, thick with lust before she bit her lip coyly at him. Her gaze flicked briefly to those around them, gauging their reactions, and finding amusement in how some of them gawked while others averted their stares again. "I want you."
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Post by Abra on Nov 20, 2018 15:35:56 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves Abra was in stunned silence as she stared at him, her lips slightly parted, her voice caught in her throat. There was Baron, in the flesh and blood, not an apparition. Her eyes slightly widened as she looked at the beautiful home cooked meal, the sight of it making her heart flutter, the smell like heaven to her nose. And the flowers, her favorites, dahlias; her heart did a somersault.
"Baron... what are you... when did you..." She didn't know where to start, what to address first. Abra hadn't been expecting this level of thoughtfulness after their fight, not after she had been so horrible to him. She had been distant ever since that night, had told him in the heat of the moment to go spend time with that little witch if they were such good friends.
She had come to regret saying it once the fire of her anger cooled but apologizing was not something she was good at. Having closed the door the woman approached him, her steps slow and deliberate. Abra couldn't hide the smile that found her lips, the way happiness invaded her stare. "You know, I'm still mad at you..." She said in a teasing tone, not at all serious.
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Post by Abra on Nov 20, 2018 14:26:17 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves The mood shifted suddenly, without warning. One moment he was kissing her like his life depended on it, like it was the most important thing in his world, like he was drunk and couldn't get enough of the taste of her, and then he was pulling away. A noise welled up from her chest, a mixture of protest and disappointment, as his lips left hers and the warmth of his hands left her skin. Abra allowed a few minutes to pass to give them both time to catch their breath, and so she could study the look in his eyes.
She saw the fire that was threatening to engulf him, the haze of lust and desire that was clouding his better judgement. He wanted this. Wanted to continue the kisses, the touches. But there was also recognition, a remembrance of where exactly they were. His office. Abra remembered now: she'd come to talk with him and it had escalated into a fight. Their public placement didn't matter to her. Baron had started something that needed finishing.
There was only a moment's pause before she was kissing him again with the same frenzied vigor, her tongue delving into his mouth to resume the battle with his. Her palms went to his chest as she pushed off the wall, stepping forward, trying to push him back, to force him against the desk across the room. Her hands dropped from his chest, fingers dragging down his body, to his hips, and then to the buckle of his trousers. "Don't be a tease." Abra warned in a whisper.
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Post by Abra on Nov 20, 2018 0:00:16 GMT
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Post by Abra on Nov 19, 2018 15:21:04 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves There was an air of smug satisfaction to the blonde as introductions were made. Abra was polite, civil even; smiling sweetly, taking the had that was offered, making small talk when it was called for. But the look in her eyes when she looked at Baron's childhood friend was witheringly scornful. Baron's reaction to her scandalous affection was just perfect, even if he didn't return the kiss with equal. Perhaps it was because of the differences in their cultures and upbringings.
She was an American who had been raised on drama, and romance, and roller coaster relationships on the television, she was raised to be protective of her belongings, and expressive with her relationships. So she was often very public, even lascivious with her affection, especially where Baron was concerned. Whereas he was much more reserved, saving such displays for more appropriate times, or for late night trysts in the bedroom.
And unluckily for him his girlfriend had a point to make tonight. Judging by the shocked expressions and blush still creeping through his companions faces, she'd made that point loud and clear, but by no means was she finished. By the end of the evening, his childhood friend, the tabloids, and every woman at this charity event would know that he was spoken for. Abra stayed at his side when the introductions were done and the conversation resumed, albeit awkwardly.
Her palm pressed against his chest, feeling his rapidly beating heart and knowing that the kiss had shaken him, distracted him. She leaned against him, her body firmly against his side as she rose to tiptoes to position her mouth by his ear. "What time does finish?" She whispered to him, though the words were loud enough for the others to hear. Her teeth caught his earlobe in a teasing bite, tugging on it as she giggled. "Because I can't wait to get you alone... and out of those clothes..."
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Post by Abra on Nov 19, 2018 12:53:45 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves It was late in the evening on a Friday night and Abra was sitting on the couch, the television was on but it was background noise as she wasn't paying attention to it. She was watching the clock on the wall, watching the seconds slowly ticking by. Every now and then her gaze would shift to the other end of the couch, where Baron was sitting, reading a book about politics or something equally as boring.
They were having a good old fashion sleepover like teenagers; and not the kind that involved no clothing and trysts in the bedroom, which was preferable. Baron had her on lock down. He was refusing to let her leave her own damn apartment, refusing to even let her out of his sight. It wasn't her fault his man were easily tricked, and even easy to give the slip.
And all of this was because someone wanted her dead. The plot twist? The same person trying to kill her was the same person who had hired her to kill him. Abra understood; loose ends needed tying but the irony of it wasn't lost on her. The hunter was now the hunted, the killer now at risk of being killed. If she hadn't been so irritated about the entire situation she might have found it amusing.
Instead, she was left inflamed and glaring at the man she blamed. If Baron had just died when he was meant to, none of this would be happening right now. "Hey." She called while unfolding a leg and nudging her foot against his thigh. "I'm bored. Let's do something fun."
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Post by Abra on Nov 19, 2018 11:11:59 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves Her back hit the wall with a thud, halting any retreat she could have made, not that she wanted to escape him. This moment, the kisses, the touching, was unlike any moment they had shared and she found that she liked it. Abra liked this side of him; the aggressive, dominate man, the rough, alpha male that wasn't afraid to fight with her or try to put his woman in her place. She liked seeing him loose his composure and let his emotions out. It was dangerously addictive.
His hands on her was an adrenaline rush she couldn't get enough off, spurring her own rough touches. She wrapped an arm around the back of his neck, keeping his mouth cemented to hers, stopping him from pulling away. The other went around his middle, her nails dragging down his back, and she silently damned the fabric acting as a barrier between them, preventing skin on skin contact. She wanted to feel the heat of his skin, how his frustration and the fight left him inflamed inside and out.
Her lips parted for him, her tongue waging war with his, her teeth nipping at his lower lip as she pushed against him, rising to the tips of toes to gain some leverage. Her back was still to the wall, his larger frame keeping her trapped there. Abra broke the kiss of only a moment, a second, to draw in a breath to quench the burning in her lungs, before her mouth found his again, devouring his kisses, drinking from him like a woman possessed.
She was still angry at him, still fuming because of the fight. But the taste of him, the feel of him pressed against her, the heat of his body, the fire of his kiss, was replacing that anger with hunger; a hunger that demanded to be satisfied. "Baron," She couldn't stop his name from escaping her, the way she moaned it, the way her nails dug into the small of his back to pull him closer, the way she kissed him like she was begging him for more.
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Post by Abra on Nov 19, 2018 9:55:05 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves Perhaps he hadn't meant the words to sound like a challenge, but that was how they were received. Her arms unfolded to dangle loosely at her sides, her lips pulling into a dangerous smile, her hips swaying with purpose as she took the first steps toward him. Her strides were slow and made with forethought, taken to prevent his escape, to force his back to the wall.
"So, what you are saying..." Abra hummed with amusement before coming to a standstill in front of him. One of her hands rose to gently strong the sash keeping his rove shut. There was a devilish idea in her mind to pull open it, to strip him of his clothes, and his doubts, but she was certain he would not appreciate that.
"Is that you don't need my hands on you, but you want them on you for something more than a message..." Abra finished, looking up at him with a wink and a sweet smile. She'd forgotten why she'd come to see him in the first place, her focus was entirely upon teasing him... again.
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Post by Abra on Nov 18, 2018 16:53:21 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves This was new territory for her. Abra had been to charity events like this one before, she had dressed in sparkling gowns and jewelry to make a lasting impression, but this was so vastly different. She wasn't here for a target or to commit a crime. She was here for Baron, the support him as he continued to strife to maintain peace between the clans... except there was a problem.
A certain young woman had been seen with the man; the very same woman who was a supposed to be a childhood friend, who was the daughter of one of the clan leaders, who had been photographed hanging off Baron's arm, who had sparked a fight over text message. Abra watched her staring at Baron, smiling at him like some sweet and innocent thing, and it was the straw that broke the camels back.
Abra had once told Baron that the woman would be only one warning. And that the next time she did something that was not acceptable, or that intruded or disrespected their relationship, there would be consequences. And while, technically, she hadn't done anything wrong other than smiling and talking to Baron, Abra was on a war path.
She intended to put an end to that, right here, right now. With her chin raised slightly in something akin to determination and confidence she made her way from the bar to where Baron was, talking with that same young woman, as well as a few others she didn't recognize. "Baron, there you are, I've been looking for you." she hummed with a smile while placing herself directly in front of him, stopping the conversation in its tracks. Perching on tip toes she wrapped both arms around the back of his neck to pull him down to her.
She was deliberate in her actions, letting the others watch the blatant display of possession and know exactly what kind of relationship she and Baron had. And it was obvious that it wasn't the professional kind. Her lips sought his, parting slightly to deepen the kiss and allow her tongue to sweep across his lower lip, as though requesting permission to delve inside. Abra took her time, not caring what Baron thought of the bold display, not caring what the others thought. She was staking her claim; letting that woman and every else know that he was hers.
"I thought maybe you'd forgotten about me." She said when the kiss ended. When she pulled back she licked her lips, cleaning the taste of him from them, and smiled sweetly up at him. She was far from done, and he would know that from the look on her face. "I'm not interrupting, am I?"
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Post by Abra on Nov 18, 2018 15:18:02 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves
Abra leaned into him, enjoying the warmth of his body as he began to explain what had disturbed his slumber. Her heart hurt for him, when he mentioned the loss of his father. She did not have a close relationship with her parents but he had been close with his father and the lose of the man was a tragedy for his family. But his worries about failing to maintain peace and the repercussions of such were paramount at the moment.
With his arm around her she nestled closer to him, her palm rising to cup his cheek and coax his gaze to hers. "You're a good leader, Baron. The clans respect you, they'll listen to you." She reassured him with a gentle smile. He wasn't playing pretend when it came to leading the clans, he did so with a calm efficiency. His father would be proud.
"And if they don't..." She went on, that smile now a smirk as she continued to look into his eyes. "I can always take care of them for you." It was one of the many perks of his girlfriend being a killer, his enemies didn't stand a chance. Not that they had before.
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Post by Abra on Nov 18, 2018 14:40:46 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves Somewhere in the back of her mind Abra knew that she was being irrational, that her emotions, specifically her jealousy, were getting the better of her. But knowing this didn't stop the rising anger bought about but his latest text messages. The daughter of a clan leader, his sisters friend, his childhood friend, she scoffed out loud. As if that would stop her.
Abra was not afraid of the clans nor was she worried about the consequences of harming one of them. She was a killer, skilled at making people disappear and also disappearing herself. But at the same time she understood how important maintaining peace between the clans was to Baron. Abra didn't want to jeopardize all of his hard work, all of the work his father had done before him.
'I'm not in the business of making promises I can't keep.' She sent back, the tone of the message snappish. Then she groaned in frustration for being so torn between wanting to destroy that young woman's life and keeping Baron happy. 'Fine. I won't harm her -- not this time.'
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Post by Abra on Nov 18, 2018 4:26:05 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves This moment had been months in the making. The argument was a conflation of emotions, of having watched the other flirt their way to success, of pure green-eyed jealousy. There had been another magazine article, which had spurred her to seducing a man in order to kill him, something Baron had never approved of. And that had led to this fight. Abra was infuriated that he kept calm, didn't raise his voice at all, and just reiterated his point again and again; his point being that what he did was not the same thing as what she did.
Abra argued that it might not have been the same thing, but was just as bad. But they were both stubborn and unwilling to relent. When he turned away it only angered her more. Abra was in the middle of threatening the life of the woman he'd been photographed with, as well as threatening to find another person to seduce, when he had turned and come toward her. She squared her shoulders, tilted her chin up in defiance as she glared at him. She was not so easily intimidate and did not retreat from his towering form, but what he did next took her by surprise.
His mouth was on hers in the next instant, hot, heavy, dominant. The kiss was not gentle at all, was filled with frustration and anger but invoked an all together different emotion. Her palms hit his chest hard, shoving him away so she could glare at him, her stare confused and angry. A moment of silence passed, and then she was on him, her hands grabbing his shirt and pulling him down so her mouth could find his. There was nothing gentle about the way she returned his kiss; it was rough, aggressive, a release of built up tensions, but it was electrifying. It didn't diminish her anger but she couldn't stop the moan that the kiss invoked.
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Post by Abra on Nov 17, 2018 18:12:18 GMT
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Post by Abra on Nov 17, 2018 15:21:42 GMT
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