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[quote][b]Asmodeus (Oct 24, 2001 12:17 a.m.):[/b] "...Mode?" Her voice broke the spell her sudden jerk to wakefulness had cast. He had felt her touch him, winced at her yelp, watched the mad flicker of emotion across her face helplessly, but when she said his name, his paralysis broke. He closed on her without meaning to, struggling desperately for control. [i]No, she needs space, look at her eyes, she hates me, I can't do this, not again, not again...[/i] And then she was in his arms, too astonished to struggle as he tangled his hands in her silken curls, still warm from sleep. Her hands came up, but before she could attempt to shove him away he kissed her. During the long, long wait between his transfer and now, he had envisioned thousands of ways this moment might unfold. A few had been distant, cold, but those that were not were always tender, always gentle. He'd imagined it the way it had been the last time at Command School, loving and soft and unhurried. When he kissed her now, it was not tender. It was rough, as if by sheer force of will he could prevent her from struggling - prevent her from [i]wanting[/i] to struggle. He coiled his right arm securely around her slender waist as he wound the fingers of his scarred left hand into her hair to hold her to him. She exhaled in shock, and he took her breath for his own, the same taste, the same scent that had teased his nightmares for four long years. There was distant pain as she dug her nails into his neck, and he broke the kiss with a nearly inaudible sound of frustration and longing to press his lips to her throat instead, unwilling to release her to see the hatred on her face. He left her arms free, unlocked his fingers from her hair, but would not let her go. [i]Kat...please...[/i][/quote]
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