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[quote][b]Asmodeus (Oct 27, 2001 09:22 p.m.):[/b] She whispered unsteadily into his ear, her little kisses forcing him to balance the thin line between stony silence and an overt loss of control. Her warm tears stung his skin, and he held her tightly as she stumbled her way through her words, saying things he wasn't really listening to as he breathed cool air across her throat. "...Daddy...Sol..." He tasted her hesitantly, as if tenderness were a skill and he long out of practice. "..and Wick, so smug..I..." [i]Wick[/i]. His lips stayed against her throat, but he did not move. Wick had spoken with Katera. Taunted her with his absence. Aside from his forced association during the interrogations, Nathan had thought little about Wick since Vaisou's revelation. Wick was the past, and Nathan wanted nothing to do with his past. He was done with it, and with Wick. Nathan had been willing to consider them even. [i]Wick, you just don't [b]learn[/b][/i]. He began to pull away. He wanted to question her, to find out exactly what had happened. Things weren't like they had been before. He wasn't a bland innocent like he'd been in Battle School. He wasn't a Charybdis probational student that could be shipped home at a moment's notice. He was an officer in the IA, and he was the one with the power now. It was Wick's turn to run. Her fingers brushed his hand, and he looked down her back, past the tangle of red-gold curls to the ring he'd worn during the length of their separation. "...love you." Her voice was soft and warm and tender, and it sounded pained. Bruised love. She deserved better than him. She deserved better [i]from[/i] him. He was not here to interrogate her. He was here to love her. He would always love her. Lesser matters could wait. "[i]Love you, Kitten,[/i]" he whispered back, bringing his hands up to her collar and unsnapping it with the gentle uncertainty he had kissed her with before. Her jacket was gone then, and he covered her bare shoulders with his hands as she peeled the IA skin away from him. Not Lieutenant Terrence, not an interrogator, not [i]sir[/i]. Not Nathan for her. Nathan was Vaisou's puppet. Nathan was just a name for the rest of the world to know him by. For her, he would remember what he had been, and it would always remind him of what he had done, or what he might do, if he let himself slip again. For her, he would be Mode. He embraced her, and where her body touched his, he woke. Desire he had locked away for the length of their separation flared immediate and undeniable. [i]I should stop. This is too soon...[/i] She was trembling when he pressed her back onto the bunk. Her nails drew tiny lines on his shoulders and neck as he learned her over again. Her hesitance only made him more intent, and he won her back in little stages as her reluctance began to alternate with flashes of fierce desire. He couldn't stop. He could only make her want it like he did. When she forced him away to kiss him roughly, he responded in kind, and while she clung to him and dug her nails into his skin with her need, he let the last of his restraint lapse and satisfied his own. Her breath caught, and he opened his eyes to look into hers, motionless. Her gaze was wide, unreadable, and too late, he wondered if he had been wrong, if she truly didn't want him. [i]I'll fight you for that, Kitten. I'll fight you for your love. You'll have to push me away.[/i] Her eyes narrowed then, and fingers coiled into his hair to drag him down for a savage kiss, and he was released from thought. It was their love, condensed and distilled into a physical act: rough, often brutal, pain and pleasure an inseperable whole as they moved together. She carved lines into his back as he left tiny kisses on her throat, and he bruised her with his love as she pressed her cheek against his. Tremors that began with her spread to him, and he broke at last, his mouth covering hers as he slowly relaxed against her. There were teartracks on her cheeks when he lifted his face from her throat, and he erased them with his lips. She made a quiet whimpering sound when he pulled away, and he cradled her, his hands soothing her body as he kissed her cheek, his breath coming more evenly as he kissed her ear and whispered. "[i]I love you, Kitten.[/i]"[/quote]
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