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Post by Abra on Nov 10, 2018 8:14:37 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves Baron's silence was frightening, kicking her emotions into high gear. Was he devastated, perhaps angry with her? Would he leave now that there was no child keeping him at her side? That thought was as upsetting as she sudden lose of their child. Abra didn't want to lose him too. His fingers touched her chin, cupping it, tempting her gaze back to him, which she did so reluctantly. She didn't want to see the rejection in his stare, the rejoice at being free once more.
But what she saw was none of these things. There was a mist in his eyes, emotions that mirrored her own. He was hurting, his heart breaking, not celebrating. Looking into his eyes made her expression harden. She clenched her jaw, her brows drawing together as she fought to keep the emotions from her face. Abra was stubborn. She didn't like hurting like this, hated him seeing it.
And then his arms were around her, pulling her from the counter, holding her to him. She was tense and was motionless for a moment, which seemed like at eternity, before her own arms lifted to wrap around his torso. Her hands balled into fists around his shirt, making it strain against his shoulders as she clung to him, like he was the only thing keeping her grounded in this world. And in many was he was. She held onto him like a lifeline, the strength of her grip a betrayal of her emotions.
The muffled sob as she buried her face into the crook of his neck, was the next betrayal. She should have been able to stay calm, rational, in control. But gods she couldn't. "I'm sorry." She whispered out the first as the tears fell, making her glad he couldn't see as she kept her face buried against him. "I'm so sorry."
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Post by Abra on Nov 9, 2018 17:21:34 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves It was true that she wasn't in the business of kissing each of her victims but Baron was different; he was special because he had survived. That might had been was why she did it, perhaps it was to push his buttons, perhaps even to gain the upper hand. Abra couldn't say for certain. What she did know was that she had enjoyed it, more then she was inclined to admit.
His question bought her attention back to the moment, away from the lingering feeling of his lips touching hers. Her answering smile was devilish and far from innocent; did he realize the implication of his words? How easy he was making it to continue teasing him? Abra's teeth tugged on her lower lip as she looked at his features, as though she was admiring him.
And then her palm pressed against his chest, feeling his heart beating, before moving lower, her nails scratching lightly against the fabric of his shirt before curling into the band of his belt. Her intention was there in her eyes; lustful, certainly not an appropriate look for their public position. Abra kept hold of his belt, using it to pull his hips harder against hers. "I think you know the answer to that." Her voice was hardly a whisper, only loud enough for him to hear.
Abra leaned in again, her mouth intimately close to his, close enough for her lips to brush hips as she spoke. She was not yet letting go of the fact that the kiss had shaken him; she intended to play on it for a while longer. Her lips parted slightly, an open invitation, a dare, a challenge. "Remember, you asked me to dance." She reminded him. "I think you want the same thing..."
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Post by Abra on Nov 9, 2018 15:18:20 GMT
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Post by Abra on Nov 8, 2018 14:49:06 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves After waiting thirty minutes she'd sent a message to his phone asking where he was. And then an hour passed and she'd started to worry; it was unlike him not to call if he was going to be late. Finally, after waiting in that restaurant for over an hour and a half she'd left to find him. But Baron wasn't at work, wasn't answering his cell phone, and none of his associates could tell her where he was.
It was a fluke that she'd heard him. She'd been walking down the street, away from his work, trying his cell for the seventh time, when she'd heard him groan. There was no mistake about it; his voice was etched onto her memory. "Baron!" She was running to him, ignoring his command to stay where she was, ignoring his hand outstretched to keep her at a distance. As if that would stop her.
Abra fell to her knees at his side, the rough concrete scrapping at her skin but the sting was drowned out but the panic and relief seeing him gave her. He was alive, that was something. But he was hurt. Badly. "Look at me, baby, please, just look at me." She placed a hand on his shoulder, gentle as not to cause him any more pain, the other helping to support him.
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Post by Abra on Nov 8, 2018 13:47:04 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves The moment was shockingly tender given the dynamic between them. Abra found it surprising, intoxicating, frightening even. It was like fireworks were exploding all around, like it was the Forth of July. But it wasn't just fireworks. It was lightning and electricity and the entire northern lights had ignited around them. And just as quickly as it sparked to life, it fizzled and died the moment their lips parted.
A moan threatened to crawl up her throat, a betrayal of her emotional state and how she felt about the kiss but she silenced it, refusing to let it be heard. Slowly, as thought waking from a dream, her eyes opened. Abra wasn't sure when she'd closed them, and found that he was... shocked. He was tense, the set of his shoulders rigid, his eyes slightly wide. Abra liked this look on him. It was almost the same one he'd worn when he'd woken up that night... the first time he'd seen her...
"I kissed you. Is that so hard to believe?" She asked with a sickeningly sweet smile. Her eyes drifted down to the mouth again, lingered there for a moment longer then necessary. Abra swiped the pad of her thumb across his lips, wiping away the lipstick the kiss left behind. And then, with her eyes locked onto his, sucked her thumb, slowly, teasingly, tasting the taste of him again. "Did it happen to fast for you... because I can do it again..."
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Post by Abra on Nov 7, 2018 15:50:50 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves If they had met under different circumstances, one where she hadn't kidnapped him, interrogated him, tried to kill him, she might had fallen for him. His voice in her ear, his breath on her skin, his fingers against her back, was a dangerous combination; dark, deadly, and addictive. His was charming, mysterious, confident -- all things a woman would love. But Abra was not a woman so easily enthralled and he would not win this game without a fight.
There was a moment, however brief, when the breath became trapped in her lungs. It played out like a scene from a movie... he was leaning closer, the distance between their bodies non-existent, their lips about to meet, except her altered his cause, with earned a laugh from her. "A blessing for all of us." The words came out whispered; calm, confident, mischievous. Abra didn't move to look at him as one might have expected, she just held him as intimately as a lover would, like she cared for him.
The inside of her thigh brushed softly against his as she lifted a leg, letting the dress fall away to reveal creamy skin. With an arm wrapped around his neck, a hand in his hair, she tugged harder on his soft tresses to bring his gaze back to hers. "Be careful what you wish for. You just might get it." Baron could rest assured that she wasn't going any where. The game was far from over.
It was her turn to lean in now, like a movie in slow motion. Her eyes lowered to his mouth and there on that dance floor, her draped on him like a love, did their lips meet. Abra's kiss was slow and deliberate, allowing her to chase the taste of him as she waited for his next move. Zugzwang. |
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Post by Abra on Nov 7, 2018 14:51:06 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves This wasn't the direction she'd imagined life would go after meeting him. Baron Tseng was meant to be another name on a list, another a face in the crowd but he'd become so much more and in only a short time. Secret rendezvous in hotel rooms, falling asleep wrapped in each others arms, dodging the paparazzi together; it was a far cry from the fairy-tale little girls dreamed about but it was so much better.
Things were different when she was with him. Everything seemed to just fall into place, felt right even, when he was near. Baron made her happier. And it would seem she made him happier too. Abra hummed in response to his words, the sound one of amusement as she secured the braid before starting another. "I should have you know... I like taking your firsts."
The admission was made without hesitations or embarrassment, though the smirk could be heard in her voice. With a gentle and playful tug on his hair she lured him closer as she positioned her mouth near his ear. "And I think you like me taking them too." Abra liked nights like this one, when it was just the two of them. There was no work getting in the way, no cameras flashing in their faces, no hiding. “And you know what, it's not my fault that you're a virgin in just about every way.” |
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Post by Abra on Nov 7, 2018 11:23:08 GMT
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"He was unconscious when I found him." So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves Huh, that's strange. No bruises, no blood. Did he pass out? Abra mused to herself while pressing her fingertips against the man's neck, feeling his pulse beating weakly. He didn't stir under her touch but he was alive. Approaching footsteps pulled her attention away and she looked up just in time to see a familiar face.
“He was unconscious when I found him.” The words left her mouth the second Baron came around the corner. Abra had her hands up to show she was innocent and had nothing to do with the body at her feet. It would be hard to believe, especially given her profession and fondness for murder, but she really hadn't done it this time.
Abra had come to see Baron for a reason that was now forgotten when she'd turned a corner and there this man had been; face down and not moving. All she'd done was turn him over to see if he was breathing, which he was, before Baron had stumbled upon them, no doubt misreading the scene before him.
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Post by Abra on Nov 7, 2018 10:51:58 GMT
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11. My muse tells yours they’ve suffered a miscarriage. So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves Abra was sitting on the kitchen counter staring at him, her expression hard and her fingers gripping the edge of the granite so tightly that her knuckles hurt. No matter how much time had passed she still couldn't believe that she and Baron were together, how lucky she was to have him. It was a dream come true... at least it was meant to be. That dream had turned into a nightmare and she wouldn't wake from it.
“I need to tell you something.” Her voice was barely a whisper, was choked with emotion. The words were like poison in her mouth, eating away at her oesophagus until it hurt to talk. And that same poison was filling her lungs and was rotting her from the inside out. It shouldn't have been this way. She shouldn't have had to tell him this, shouldn't have had to break his heart.
She looked away then because she couldn't bare to meet his stare. She didn't want him to see the hurt, the shame, the heartache in the depth of her eyes. Abra had been upset when she found out she was pregnant; she wasn't ready for motherhood. And having children wasn't something she and Baron had really discussed. But having his children... she hadn't hated the idea.
As time passed worry gave way to excitement and brooding turned into trips to the shopping mall to prepare for the arrival of their child. But now? Now that happiness was slipping away like water through their fingers. "I lost the baby, Baron."
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Post by Abra on Nov 7, 2018 7:55:14 GMT
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Post by Abra on Nov 6, 2018 15:39:46 GMT
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Post by Abra on Nov 6, 2018 12:59:54 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves Abra expected him to deny the possibility of jealousy, after all, the two of them weren't friends and certainly weren't lovers. And if such feelings were present, she doubted Baron was the type to admit to them so readily. He was suave, hard to rattle, calm in the face of political intrigue and what should have been his death at her hands. Whatever taunt had been playing on her tongue was silenced when he dipped her, she hummed in amusement instead while clinging to his shoulders.
He was hovering over her like a falling shadow. His lips dangerously close to hers, his breath washing against her mouth like a sickly sweet rum, as he spoke. It was almost enough to make her head spin. How easy it would have been to capture his lips in a teasing kiss, to silence the words tumbling from his mouth, doing so was sure to test his calm demeanor--might just disgust and arouse him. It was a tempting thought but one that would do unanswered.
Their dance resumed, the steps effortless and graceful until she stopped. Her hands were still on his shoulders, holding him in place, stopping him from continuing. Abra's eyes were locked with his, her expression confident, taunting, dangerous. “I have no intentions of leaving your arms.” The words were as much a promise as they were a threat. Now that she had him, she would finish what was started.
Abra pushed closer to him, the soft swell of her breasts pressing firm against his chest as she ran her fingers through his hair, cradling the back of his head tenderly. She nudged her mouth against his, as though she was inviting at him to kiss her, as she stared into his eyes. “Don't be concerned for him, Baron. I'm here with you, not with him. “ The hunt wasn't forgotten... just postponed for the moment.
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