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Post by erik on Jan 22, 2010 12:54:00 GMT -5
All right, so there was truly something to be said for having your woman make a fuss over you even if she was spitting mad at the same time. While there was a lot of crap they had yet to work out between them, Erik's soul was warmed a bit by the concern he saw in her deep, dark eyes.
Unfortunately, at the moment, he was feeling to bone deep weary to do much about the whole damned screwed up situation they had found themselves. Wasn't that just the freaking story of his insane life these days. Sighing a bit, he simply let her look him over and closed his eyes. He didn't want to worry her but he was feeling on the decidedly exhausted side and knew it was only shear will power and adrenaline that was keeping him on his feet. Sooner or later, he was going to do a face plant at her feet if he didn't get to a bed and get some healing rest.
Tipping back the last of his whiskey, Erik nodded at Ty and saw concern in the man's eyes along with a glitter of well deserved satisfaction. His brother in arms would never change. The thrill of battle still ignited his blood just like it did his own. That alone cause a small grin to slip over his lips. As the other man answered Misery's questions about the seal and then declined her assistance with his wounds, the wolf watched them interact and realized that the pair had a lot in common. Both were as prickly as a pair of fire breathing dragons but if you got down underneath that all... They were a pair of old souls with protective natures. He could only hope the pair wouldn't kill each other as they learned to get along. Having his best friend and his woman at each others throats was not a past time he looked forward too.
Suddenly, Erik's whole train of though occurred to him and his expression went from one of sardonic amusement to one of resigned disgruntlement. He didn't believe fate did anything on a whim and the fact that Misery had shown up at one of the crucial moments of his life didn't escape him. It was obvious that no matter how far or how fast he ran, Destiny was going to catch up to him and his wicked little witch was there to stay no matter how hard he fought it.
That thought alone made him sink down onto the bar stool as Misery fussed over his arm and put his head in his hands. Shit... There was no way he could let her go again. It was hard enough the first time and he knew he didn't have the strength to do it again. Some things were just written in the heavens and no amount of stubborness on his part was going to change it. Wasn't that just a kick in the ass.
As long as she had been away from him, she'd been safe... Now... Now he had no doubt that Nellie's attention would be caught and his beloveds life would be in danger again. Didn't it just suck to be him at times? He was going to have to talk to Ty and ask him for help on this one. In his heart, he knew he was going to have to ask his friend for the one thing he wouldn't want to give. He was going to have to ask his friend to kill him.
Imagining the skinwalkers response to that one, Erik opened his eyes and looked at Misery dully as the memories of their time together passed through his mind. That night in Las Vegas had been the most treasured thing in his immortal life. It had damned near killed him to leave her sleeping in that bed the next morning but he'd forced himself to do it.
His meeting with Nehalennia had gone just about like he'd guessed it would and he'd given his promise never to see the witch again on fear of being ordered to kill her. Nellie had made it very clear the punishment she would demand if he didn't follow her commands and it had damned near destroyed him. Since he was bound to her commands, he knew he couldn't have fought the compulsion to carry out her orders and she'd been savage in her blood thirst for Misery's life.
There had been no doubt in his mind that she would have followed through with her threat so he'd seen no other choice than to give in to her wishes. However, if his broke heart had paid for his woman's life... Then it had been worth it. At least he'd known she was alive and well somewhere in the world even if it had cost him everything.
Now.. Now it looked like all that sacrifice had come to naught. Fate was suck a fickle bitch. Turning his gaze upon his comrade, he sighed and said.
"Thank you, Ty.... I appreciate your help this evening, brother. I will need to speak to you later but at the moment.... I'm in need of a bed and some stitchs.... We must make plans...but later..."
Then, turning back to the witch, he locked gazes with her and gave her a somber look.
"mo chroí (My heart) would you stay for awhile? I am to weary to answer the questions I see in your eyes at the moment... If you will but stay with me .... I promise to try as soon as I am rested."
(Okies... yeah, Eriks being all broody and wolfy at the moment. If this doesn't sound right, let me know.. I was kind of figuring maybe he hasn't told much to Ty about Misery but maybe he will now and ask him for help protecting her from even himself if it comes down too it. I figure since they are best friends Ty would be the only one Erik would trust with the truth of everything. At least, for a bit... Misery and I have talked about how it will all come out in the future but this will be a stepping stone to that! Obviously, hes not going to tell Misery at the moment what Nellie threatened so... LOL)
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Post by Misery Martinique on Jan 26, 2010 6:55:23 GMT -5
Misery smirked at Ty’s sarcasm; wholly unsurprised at his nonchalance toward the war that lie in front of them. The two men were destined to be comrades, for the witch knew Erik too well, and like the hairless warrior, the Wolf had an uncommon lust for a good fight. What did surprise her however, was Erik’s utter weariness. With his head in his hands and a profound sigh escaping his parted lips, Misery knew the situation must be dire. Overwhelming fear formed a knot in her throat, and with a light grip she clutched his knee, giving it a gentle squeeze.
That unfathomable anxiety held her in its grasp when Erik confessed just how wounded he was. She ached to help him; could feel the need to heal him deep within her bones as if his lesions had marred her too; a hidden place inside that could not be seen.
A tremble seized the witch when he dismissed his friend with a comment obviously not meant for her to understand. She was already dumbfounded...and then his request hit her like bricks to the chest.
Misery wanted to tell him to go to hell. If the Wolf thought for a single moment forgiveness would be that easy, then the rabid beasts outside must have knocked a few screws loose in his head. After all, he hadn’t come for her; she had sought him out. If not for that damn bottle of rum and an itching curiosity the dark haired witch would still think him dead; or at least a thousand miles away.
Misery wanted to say all these things, but when she opened her mouth to shout them no sound came out. Lowering her gaze to the floor in quiet acceptance she dropped the hand from his knee and nodded numbly. Despite the fear and loathing that held her in powerful clawed hands, she wanted to be near him. God help her she still loved him.
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Post by tyrese on Jan 26, 2010 23:00:23 GMT -5
Oh good Gods, hello discomfort. Like any good brother in arms, Ty was completely content to let Erik deal with his own wounds, while poking his head in the room every now and again to make sure the shifter hadn't stopped breathing. It was just a...code for their kind, he supposed; only help when it's really, REALLY needed. And, given that he'd already saved the wolf's ass that night and it didn't look like the blond man was going to keel over and bleed to death any time soon, he would have been fine to turn on his heel and stomp out the door to kick some well deserved ass.
But...seeing that touching moment between the shifter and his mate? Screw 'turning on his heel;' he was more than ready to hightail it out of there so fast, he'd leave blood droplets suspended in midair. There were just some situations that a friend would call 'acceptable' to sit in on, but being in the room while his brother talked to sweetly to the chit? Hearing the normally prickly Erik call someone 'his heart?'
Yeah, definitely time to give the couple their space. And while she played the Naughty Nurse and he her Naughty Patient, he could go crack some skulls. Wounds or no, those pansy assassins had just took a hit at his family, and nobody got to live through something like that.
At Erik's promise to talk later, Ty just nodded bruskly, picking his discarded jacket up off of the floor. The blood on his arms and chest were uncomfortably dry, but he ignored it with a practiced ease. No, he wouldn't go out hunting tonight, while his brother and her woman rested inside. Sure, someone would have to be suicidal if they tried to bust in here to go after the man while wounded, with that woman around- for one thing, hurt animals tended to get a bit crazy when cornered, and hell if Misery didn't just make the godsdamn forest move, for crying out loud- but if he'd learned anything over the years, it was that all beings had one thing in common:
They were freaking stupid.
Shrugging the coat over his shoulders, he gave each a short nod. "I'll keep watch outside," He said shortly, moving over to the door. "I doubt any will come looking for you after the ass whoopin we gave those sissies, but you never know what moron the world has spawned this century."
On the threshold, he paused for a minute, looking back at Misery with an unreadable expression on his face. Something told him that his understanding of 'family' was about to expand, and strangely enough, he wasn't too surprised. At the risk of sounding like some bleeding heart woman, his brother warrior was a good man...and good men deserved feisty, firey women.
"Take care of him, mesala Misery. If he tries anything stupid, let him stay flat on his face where he falls and call me in to laugh at his scrawny ass."
That said, he stepped out of the cabin and into the night, making himself comfortable on a rickety wooden chair on the quiet porch.
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Post by erik on Jan 27, 2010 12:01:56 GMT -5
Ok, so nothing had been solved between them. Erik knew it in his heart but it was a detail he couldn't be bothered with at the moment. He could see the emotions simmering under Misery's surface but for the moment... She'd agreed to stay. That was all that mattered for the time being. Everything else could be sorted out later. She was safe and with him so he could rest fully for the first time in months.
Weary beyond belief, Erik didn't even bother to respond to Ty's snarky remark before turning towards the stairs and pulling Misery along with him. His hand tugged her from her position beside him and firmly commanded she come with him even as he grimaced in pain.
"You don't have to go outside, brother... We will be upstairs."
Making his way up the steps with painful concentration, the wolf finally arrived at his room and barely made it inside before collapsing on the huge four postered bed. His features were stretched tight with exhaustion and soul deep fatigue even as he tried to study his witch.
"I'm sorry, lass.... " he said softly before his eyes fluttered closed and he was dead to the world. (okies....We can do whatever from here... I just pictured Erik having some mending time at least. Depending on what Mis wants to do.. she can stay or he can track her down later to talk or whatever... LOL)
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Post by Misery Martinique on Jan 29, 2010 7:00:14 GMT -5
Misery didn’t argue or resist as Erik tugged her up the stairs; casting a fleeting glimpse over her shoulder as Ty made his way out the front door. An aberrant empathy touched the witch upon hearing the warriors plan to stay outside through the night to make sure the Wolf could heal in peace, an for a moment she wondered at how deep the two men’s bond ran.
Was that what it was like to have family?
The wild bayou woman had never dreamed of such unending devotion; a person willing to fight to the death for you just because they cared that deeply. It was amazing to her that under all that surly hardness and bulging muscle there was a heart as soft and tender as his body was firm.
Upstairs they were barely in the bedroom before Erik fell out from his injuries and sheer exhaustion. Misery paced the upper floor for hours while he slept; a thousand times pondering whether she should obey her head which told her incessantly to get the hell out of there. She probably would have too, but for her damned heart which pulled her back every time she made it to the foot of the stairs.
The witch knew no matter how far and fast she ran; inevitably she would end right back here again. Her emotions were too vast; a sea in which she was sinking deeper and deeper until she was fairly drowning in it. A sob rocked Misery’s chest and the witch had to lean against the door frame for support when her desolation threatened to lay her on the ground. She could barely breathe from the desperate want to be near him; to crawl into that large bed and lay her head upon his chest; to hear that pounding heart that she had once upon a time believed thundered for her.
The wolf made a piteous moaning noise and without even thinking Misery went to his side. It was amazing to her how quickly most of the wounds on his skin had begun to heal already; though some were still very raw and severe; wounds that would have been fatal if it had not been the ancient warrior that had obtained them.
Blinking back fresh moisture in her chocolate eyes, Misery reached out with trembling fingers to brush the tawny hair out of his face. Her fingertips were as light as butterfly kisses across his closed lids, against his chiseled jaw, over lips that practically sparked with electricity under her touch.
The kiss from earlier still left Misery’s stomach aching with a fervent hunger, and she hated herself for wanting just one more taste of him. Leaning down Misery held her breath; dark eyes fluttering closed as her rosy lips met his.
The heartache fairly radiated from her. It was a force so profound that it exuded across the room to a vibrant plant sitting on a windowsill, which withered as if starved for air and water.
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Post by erik on Feb 2, 2010 9:50:46 GMT -5
Now I'm here to say I'm sorry And ask for a second chance Cause when it all comes down to the end I could sure use a friend Now I'm here to say I'm sorry And ask for a second chance All I want to do is make it up to you Cause when it all comes down to the end You were the best I ever had A dream. A beautiful, gentle dream of butterfly carresses and the scent of wild jasmine. A place in the world that wasn't filled with sorrow and fury. A paradise that was made just for the sort of fantasy he pictured every time when exhaustion overwhelmed his mind and he was able to escape into the oblivion of sleep. Which.. unfortunatly wasn't often these days.
Sighing in his sleep, the ancient celt shifted restlessly as his imagination drew a picture of a dark haired woman smiling down at him with wicked amusement even as she taunted and teased him with the slide of her body against his. The image was so real that he could practically feel her long hair dancing across his skin as her finger tips traced a path over his face. It was such a welcome haven from the hell his real life had become that the brush of her lips against his brought his arms up so that he could pull her even closer.
Unfortunately, as soon as his arms slide around her and did that very thing, his mind registered that the feeling was to very real to be imagination and his eyes flew open in time to be hit by the heartbreak radiating from the flesh and blood woman in his arms. His witchs face was poised inchs from his and his own sorrow roared with inner anguish as it witnessed the pain pooled there.
Still shaky and weary, Erik, reached up to brush a chocolate lock back from her face and brush at a streak of wetness that could only have been made by a crystal tear. His soul flinched at the thought that he could have been responsible for bringing this proud woman so low and no amount of her anger could ever make him feel as shitty as his own emotions did.
Why the hell was life so fucking complicated? Why was it the one thing he loved more than his own life was the one thing he couldn't have? The one thing that mattered most in the world to him was the one thing he couldn't protect? BY THE GODS, there HAD to be some way around this curse! Now that Misery was here, Erik knew without a doubt that he could not give her up again. He would not. It had cost him everything to walk away the first time and he was, fundamentally, human after all.
With that truth in his heart, his blue/silver eyes swirled with emotion as he twisted them both so that they rolled to the side and then rose up over his love to gaze into her eyes. Prepared for anything, he felt the beat of her heart and lowered his lips to hers slowly.
"Muirnín..... Grádhág...Tha gaol agam ort." (Sweetheart.. Beloved.. I love you)
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Post by Misery Martinique on Feb 3, 2010 8:20:31 GMT -5
All over you, All over me the sun, the fields, the sky I've often tried to hold the sea The sun, the fields, the tide Misery gasped, her dark eyes fluttering open for a moment as Erik flipped them, but seeing the intensity in those silvery eyes; the same ache that was mirrored in hers, the witch didn’t try to stop him from possessing her. If she was drowning before, he was the water that had encompassed her. His kiss; raw and desperate, was the air she needed to breathe. Moaning against his mouth, Misery brought her hand up to Erik’s smooth, bare chest. Underneath her palm she could feel that familiar thunder; a forceful staccato that her heart had danced to so many times before. Curse the moon she had missed this. The taste of him made her ache for more. The weight of his body was deliciously heavy on top of hers, but the witch felt as though a great pressure had been lifted off of her chest; her spirit was soaring. Like a phoenix rising from the flames of desolation, Misery rose up from the pyre on feathery wings of love. She had always known why Erik had left; had known on their last night together that he believed that if they remained as one the goddess would take her life, but that didn’t change the fact that without him she truly wasn’t living. Now, in his arms, she felt whole again. May the heavens have mercy on her soul, she couldn’t hate him for leaving, and there was no way in hell she would ever let him go again. Bringing her free hand up to the back of his neck, Misery curled her fingers into his tousled honey-wheat hair. She gently fisted her hand in it, holding on for dear life; obstinate that if she opened her eyes or let go it would all have been a heart-breaking dream. Arching her body up into his, the witch was desperate for him to claim what had always belonged to him; her body, her soul, her heart... Her fingers left his hair to trace lightly down his neck and across his shoulders, and then she stretched her arm across his back to hold him tightly against her as she gently pulled away from his kiss. Gasping for air, Misery didn’t want to completely break the bond so instead of pulling away fully, she brushed her lips back and forth against his mouth to whisper huskily, “Wolf... all this time you’ve held my heart. Though separated from my chest it continued beating; slow and patient until the day you would return it to me.” Misery inhaled deeply; breathing him in a moment before she drew her lips back from his so she could look into those unfathomable luminescent eyes. “May God help the one that would keep us apart...I still love you...” With that she lifted her mouth to his again; devouring him; her kiss fervent and hungry.
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Post by erik on Feb 4, 2010 10:17:24 GMT -5
The worst is over now and we can breathe again I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight I wanna hold you high and steal your pain 'Cause I'm broken when I'm open And I don't feel like I am strong enough 'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome And I don't feel right when you're gone away How many nights had gone by that he'd dreamed of having her in his arms? How many desperate moments had passed where he'd forced himself to walk away from her as he'd watched her go about her daily routines? How many times had he forced himself to hit the end button when he'd been on the verge of dialing her number? The answer was simple... To many to count and to many for his soul to head the caution of his mind now.
Without her, he'd felt like half a man and he hadn't even known that he was missing part of himself until she'd crashed into his life. He'd never forget that night when a slip of a woman had had the audacity to try to steal his favorite leather jacket or the night his fate had lead him to free her from a local police station. Lexi had looked at him with a knowing gaze and he'd felt his whole world shift on its access. That night in Las Vegas had been enough to shake him to his core and if it hadn't been for the goddess....
Shaking off that mental thought, Erik rested his forehead against hers for a moment. He'd had to give her up once. May the God's forgive him but he couldn't let her go now. To do so would be the destruction of everything he held dear and he might as well throw himself into the deepest abyss because he'd be like a rabid dog without her.
His whole future was held by this woman and he wondered if she even had a clue how much she truly meant to him. She was like the beat of his own heart.. the breath he breathed into his lungs... The very element that made him human. Everything that was good in him was wrapped up in her acceptance or her disgust.
In reality, it was all very simple. He needed her like a thirsty man needed a cool drink of water in a vast desert. And then she said the words that changed the course of his life forever.
“May God help the one that would keep us apart...I still love you...”
Meeting her dark gaze with a fierce blue one, he made his own confession.
"And I love you, lass. More than eternity."
Shifting his weight, the wolf threaded a hand through his lover's long silky hair. As the woman beneath him meet him need for need, hunger for hunger, Erik tightened his hold and pressed her back into the soft bed. Her groan was answered by a low growl that rumbled from somewhere in his chest and he was seized by the need to mark this woman in a way that neither she nor anyone else would ever be able to deny.
With an urgency born of pure desire and male aggression, he pulled her legs around him and let his lips move over his witch's body with an almost brutal intent. He couldn't have stopped himself even if he had wanted to.... but he sensed the same desperate need in her. Later would come a time for tenderness and gentle caresses... Right now, he need to feel her around him and hear her cries as she came apart in his arms.
"I can not wait, Lass... I'm sorry..... I've needed you for to long..." he whispered hoarsely in her ear before claiming her in a time old manner that left no room for anymore thought.
As the pair came together, Erik felt his inner wolf howl in satisfaction and tempered his pace so that he could feel her every cue. Almost mindless with the pleasure of finally having her with him, he nipped at her lips and let his sharp incisors scrap the flesh of her throat. Her very essence called to him and before he knew what he was doing, he'd bit gently into her shoulder in the traditional custom of a shifter claiming his mate. Through the haze of passion, he suddenly felt his being shift and lock with hers even as they exploded together in one last breathtaking climax.
Unable to move, the huge wolf collapsed on top of his lady and then eased enough away so that she could at least breath. As reality began to intrude, his eyes flew open and he stared at the magically healed mark on her shoulder with disbelieving eyes.
"OH HELL!" he thought to himself in bemusement, knowing without a doubt that Misery now held everything in her pretty little hands and she didn't even know it.
(OK, Mis... this just kind of came out... If you don't like it, I can change it! Feel free to have Misery react however cause I didnt' get a chance to talk with you about it but this is how it came out.. Erik has a mind of his own at times.... *hides*)
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Post by Misery Martinique on Feb 10, 2010 8:41:52 GMT -5
Bring on the wonder Bring on the song I pushed you down deep in my soul for too long Misery had never believed in heaven, and yet here she was, surrounded by it. Flying up towards the moon filled sky on invisible wings of bliss, Erik’s love enveloped her like a velvet blanket; thawing the heart that had been encased in ice mere hours before and causing her body to tingle with an electrical energy that she was sure would burn her up from the inside out. It was impossible to forget the nights they’d shared that had led to this one. How it had started so artlessly in the bar with the leather jacket; his audacious tone with her and a slap across the face that led to a kiss that had seized her soul like a thief. The immortal fight for Lexi’s life that had weakened both of them; driving them into one another’s arms for strength and support and then the morning after when she had stolen his car as well as his heart. The dark eyed witch had to smile at that; her lips curving up into a wicked expression that made her gaze sparkle like onyx. And he’d had hers all this time as well; a proficient burglar that had reached right into her chest and taken her spirit, making it stronger, but at the same time, fragile. A growl from the Wolf’s throat pulled Misery back from her reverie, and when she felt the urgent need fairly exuding from her lover, and the rigid prodding at her belly, she could only gasp as her desire grew as desperate as his. She wrapped her legs around his broad back; her hands fisting in that long blonde hair as his mouth set fire to her skin. Erik’s husky voice in her ear and the confession that only confirmed that he was as hungry as she; drew a guttural sigh from her parted lips. The witch fairly flickered with the currents that surged from the places on her body where his velvet skin met hers. It was a tangible connection that you could see in the glow that surrounded them as their bodies crashed together like a violent tempest. One arm snaked around the Wolf’s neck to cling tightly to him as the other hand drew across his back; nails scoring the skin and leaving a mark that went deeper than the rough red scratches. It went soul deep. When she felt his fangs slide gently into the thin skin of her neck her chocolate eyes came open and she threw her head back as a wail of rapture escaped her throat. A rush of something corporeal and powerful flowed through them; interweaving his soul with hers and her soul with his so that they were bonded in a way that could not be broken. Misery didn’t know what it was; the newly forged link between them; but it made her feel whole for the first time in her life. His death would be hers, and vice versa. When the two erupted in unison and Erik fell back onto the mattress glistening with sweat and breathless, Misery inhaled the scent of their lingering lovemaking and wished she could bottle that scent. It was a beautiful perfume that she would have liked to wear around her neck so that she could breathe it in at her whim. Oh well. If she had to cause this scent daily so that she could wear it on her skin constantly; so be it. Turning onto her side and curling into the crook of his body, Misery draped an arm across his hips and let her lips whisper against the salty skin of his side. She never wanted this moment to end, but the sound of a silent throaty chuckle brought a skeptical arch to her brow and a smirk to play on her lips. She propped her head up in her palm to gaze down at him. “What is it, Wolf?” The witch asked him with an impish grin. “Was once not enough for you? You’ll have to give me a moment, but as hungry as I’ve been I’m sure a second go around wont be that difficult.” The impish smile faded just as quickly as it came. The rememberance of the nights earlier events played back across her mind like a bad movie. Brows furrowed in concern, Misery drew shapes across his bare chest with a long fingernail. "So you gonna' tell me what that was all about earlier? What was with the wolves? If it wasn't Nel, then who?"
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Post by erik on Feb 14, 2010 20:15:10 GMT -5
Well, hell. Didn't the mention of that name just bring his world crashing down once more? The big Bitch problem that never failed to make him want to rip someones head off and shove it where the sun didn't shine. He hated the fucking hold she had over him but one way or another.. He was going to find a way to end it. Even if it killed him. Life without Misery was not a life he could face any longer. Not to mention the actions he'd taken had put them both in the line of Nel's fire when she found out. The ancient warlord had no doubt that the goddess's rage would be fierce.
Rolling over on his back, the wolf closed his eyes and tried not to let his woman see the despair that filled him as the real world intruded. Hauling her tight against his muscled frame, Erik sighed and then forced his mind to work beyond the fantasy of finding out just how many ways his lovely witch could bend her body. The fury that had taken hold on him earlier came back full force and a savage need for the blood of those who'd been foolish enough to take him on clamored for recognition.
"I don't know exactly what the fuck is going on, Lass. I was asked to head up a council here in New Orleans when I arrived and since then, rumors have been reaching my ears of another fraction that is helping the demons in their search for some seal that is suppose to allow the bearer to command the legions. Obviously, that is not something we could allow to happen so I have been hunting those responsible and taking them out when necessary. Tyreese and another shifter by the name of Derek DeVoux act as my brothers in arms but evidently.. The other side has stepped up the game."
Opening his glacial gaze, the wolf kissed Misery hard and then sat up in bed. Leaning forward, he rubbed his hands over his face and felt his healing body twitch from the effort it took. Immortal he might be but the beating of the previous evening had still taken its toil.
Standing up, he stretched and then turned to eye the beautiful woman lying in his bed. It wasn't without an intense sense of wonder that he took in how gorgeous she looked all tousled with her long hair spilling over her shoulders in a caressing waterfall and her body wearing a warm glow that only came from being well pleasured.
"I need some coffee.... How about you wait here for me and I'll bring you some back. The thought of you waiting here for me brings me much joy..." he said huskily, leaning down to press her back into the pillows and kissing her with heated passion. "and then we can talk about all the ways I want to make love to you until we both are to exhausted to move, mo chroí "
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Post by Misery Martinique on Feb 16, 2010 9:43:56 GMT -5
Misery had never been accused of being discrete, nor had she ever been tactful. So maybe bringing up Nel or this new adversary just moments after reconciliation lovemaking wasn’t the best form of spooning, but damnit, she needed to know what she was getting herself into by reuniting with the Wolf. Narrowing her dark chocolate eyes as she tried to read his face, Misery could tell the subject pained Erik just as much as the still healing wounds that littered his body. His face was taut with worry even as he pulled her into him; and she couldn’t help but lay her head on his muscled chest and wind her limbs around his broad frame as if to tell him she never meant to let him go again.
Her gaze widened upon hearing the revelation of his status as lead of a council; and a low curse spilled from her crimson lips as the witch realized this position would in no way keep him off of Nel’s radar; far from it, the goddess was probably dancing across lightening bolts on her way to them at this very moment.
Her argument was momentarily cut off by his mouth against hers once more; stealing the breath from her; embezzling the quarrel from her lips as she grasped his broad shoulders firmly and returned the fire of the kiss. When he sat up and then departed the bed, a low whimper escaped Misery; she was already missing the warmth of his body and for yearning for his arms around her again. “Damn it Wolf, do you always have to be the hero!” The witch growled and sat up, tugging the downy blanket up to her chin to stave the cold that had replaced the heat of his proximity. Her russet eyes drifted over his bare backside and a scowl replaced the wistful smile of just moments before.
Once again, his large frame was stalking towards her like a predator, pushing her down into the bed with his lips as the words joy and wait echoed in her head as if it were an empty cavern. As much as she wanted to see his promise to fruition, there was no way in hell she was going to sit around like some idle little woman knitting a sweater! She’d been waiting for too damn long. Just as his fire had returned, so did hers and she planted a palm against his chest and pushed upwards she that she could sit upright once again.
“They really did knock some screws loose in there, didn’t they Cher!” Misery replied, and tapped his forehead with a slender index finger. “We got things to do. I’m not sittin’ around with my thumb up my ass drinking lattes while those filthy mongrels run back to their master so he can send more this time. I’ve been waiting long enough, Wolf!”
The witch clicked her tongue against her teeth and shot out of bed, taking the covers with her so that she could wind it around her like a robe. There were still too many questions left unanswered; too many things that she had been needing to say and she wasn’t about to let the opportunity pass now that he was standing right in front of her. “How long you been in N’awlin’s Erik? You been here this whole time?”
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Post by erik on Feb 17, 2010 11:51:51 GMT -5
Man, there was just something to love about a woman who didn't know the meaning of quit. Tilting his head to watch her as she bounced out of his bed and poked him in his chest, Erik shook his mass of blond mane and then rubbed his jaw. Talk about an awkward question she'd just hit him with. It was definitely one he couldn't face without at least a pot of coffee under his belt.
Snagging a pair of leather pants off a chair, he pulled them on and buttoned all but the top button. Leaving it open, he watched her with a wicked smile and then blinked as she tapped his forehead.
"All that may be true, lass... but before we start drawing up battle plans and unleashing all those wicked plots I see brewing in your beautiful head.... I need some caffiene."
Reaching over to the dresser, the huge wolf snatched one of his black Tshirts off the top and held it out to her. Hoping to distract her, he kissed her hard again and then backed towards the door.
"Why don't you make yourself at home and see to whatever needs you have.... I have a steam shower that I'm sure you will adore... I promise I will answer all your questions when you come downstairs. I can't think straight without some coffee and you know how edgy I can get when my hunger isn't fulfilled." he teased before turning and disappearing out the door before she could respond.
Once in the hall, Erik gave a sigh of relief. There were just some times in life when retreat was the better part of valor and this seemed like one of those. She wasn't going to be happy with him avoiding her questions but... What was a dude suppose to do? Some might say he was a coward but it was better to flee and fight another day than go into battle unprepared, right?
Nodding to himself, Erik bounded down the stairs and into the kitchen. Luckily, his coffee pot was on automatic and a full carafe sat awaiting his pleasure so he wasted no time pouring a mug. His little voodoo queen was not going to be happy when she heard he'd been watching over her and he wanted to at least be awake when she started tossing things at his dumb ass.
Raising the mug to his lips, the wolf took his first sip of chicory heaven. As the bitter brew hit his tongue, his senses started coming alive and he leaned on the counter with a lean hip. A glance out the window showed that dawn was arriving and with it, another new day.
(hehe, Yeah... I figured Misery will want to skin him alive for dashing out but he'll be better able to face her with some caffiene and such. Plus, her naked is just going to make him want to distract her by tossing her back in bed!)
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Post by Misery Martinique on Feb 19, 2010 6:49:44 GMT -5
Misery scowled and snatched the tee-shirt from Erik, dropping the blanket and deliberately taking too long to pull it on over her tousled chocolate tresses and sweat dampened body. Curse those soft leather pants that hugged every inch of his strong legs and groin, leaving her favorite part of his body, the indention in his hips that pointed to the sweet spot below, utterly exposed. She gasped incredulously at the invitation for the shower; crossing her arms over her chest as if he’d just asked to tap her vein and trying her best not to let the impish smile give away the true happiness she felt inside.
Erik silenced her with a heated kiss; the promise of what might follow after they’d had their coffee and explanations. Of course she was still angry at their time spent apart, but still, she was a woman who’d been starved for too long and she meant to make a feast out of all that smooth tawny skin and solid muscle.
The shower was nothing less than magnificent, as was the rest of the house. The witch moaned in pleasure as the hot water and steam massaged her fatigued limbs; though she truly hated washing away all the decedent perfume that still lingered on the inside of her thighs. She took extra care to cleanse the swollen place on her body that was sore from the best kind of exertion, and her soapy hand lightly drifted up to finger the place on her neck where Erik had bit her before.
She’d seen the Wolf fierce in battle and covered in silver pelt, but never had he acted in such a primal; albeit thrilling way with her. It was the first time she wondered at how much the beast was in control behind the seemingly unwavering man. The pink and slightly raised skin hummed under her fingertips, and Misery smiled reflectively as a surge of something powerful rushed through her. It was devotion.
After the shower Misery slid back into the oversized black shirt that hung down almost to her knees, towel-drying her hair and twisting it up into a knot on the top of her head before following the delicious scent of chicory downstairs. She drifted over to the countertop beside the Wolf, letting her hip brush lightly against his and reveling at how even that innocent touch caused electricity to flow through her. Picking up a mug that had already been poured for her the witch wrapped both hands around it and took a long swallow, her dark eyes intent on Erik over the rim.
With a satisfied exhalation of breath she set it aside and drew her tongue across her lower lip. Erik was bathed in a soft pastel glow from the sunrise; which made him seem even more the ethereal superman she’d always known him to be; but the witch was too head strong to let her emotions sway her.
“So Wolf...you got some explainin’ to do.” She said with an arch of her russet brow; one hand going to rest brazenly on her bony hip.
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Post by erik on Feb 23, 2010 9:39:16 GMT -5
Ah, there was nothing like the bitter bit of coffee in the morning to wake ones senses. It made his senses sit up and take notice while his body shook off the effects of the previous evening. While waiting for Misery, the wolf took mental note of his physical being and frowned when he realized that he was still stiff and sore. It had truly been a brutal battle and he's been unprepared.
That fact alone was enough to anger him but added to the idea that someone thought they could take him on and LIVE was the icing on the cake. The bastard was going down and he was going to go down hard. Erik hadn't been born with the ancient waring blood of the Picts for nothing. His fore-bearers wrote the book on strategy and his mind immediately went into full warrior mode as he started thinking about what his first actions would be.
By the time Misery stepped into the kitchen and sauntered towards him, the Celt was already making mental lists of who he needed to contact and how to go about finding the asshole responsible for his attack. His blue eyes were swirling with a silver light as she took up her cup and sipped from it. When she turned towards him with that question on his lips, he set his own aside and crossed him arms over his hard abs. There was an uncertainty in his eyes that was beyond rare as he gazed at her and then decided just to get right to the heart of the thing that was hovering like a ghost between them.
"Much has happened since we were last together, lass, and not much of it for the good. After I left you I was .... Lets just say that Nel made sure I was out of commission for a bit. When I returned, I wasn't fit company for anyone and when Lexi asked me to come down and help her with the new club she wanted to open, I agreed. I'd already been contacted by the local shifter fraction about some weird occurrences in the area and I agreed to check it out. I've been here for about eight months...... "
Pausing a moment to take in her reaction, the huge wolf shifted uneasily.
"I'm actually surprised you haven't figured that out all ready. More than once I thought you had looked right at me as I sulked around your shop. More than one of my men have reported that you threatened to hex them for lurking on your street."
Picking up his coffee cup again, he gazed at her over it and then took a long pull from it. Closing his eyes briefly, he continued.
"Things have been heating up in New Orleans and it seems to be a hot spot of supernatural activity. We've had a vampire attack on the club again... courtesy of Luka once more, a host of were attacks and a concentrated demon force looking for the same thing the hunters are. Its my job to keep the shifter force in check and to destroy any threats that may make it impossible for us to hide our existence from mortals. Evidently, someone isn't very happy with my efforts."
Pushing away from the counter and avoiding her eyes, he went to the huge windows and leaned a long arm on the frame as he stared out over the forest around his place. With the sunshine streaming in, he looked like the warrior he was as its rays caressed the hard plains of his body and accented the ripped muscles that lined his chest.
"Not to mention the fact that I have once more endangered you.... By taking you into my bed, I have crossed the goddess once more and in a way that makes any restitution impossible. "
The last words were said so quietly that the witch would have missed them if she hadn't been listening closely. A tension had settled in his shoulders that had nothing to do with the threat of the were attackers but everything to do with the bigger, bitchier problem that he was going to have to deal with.
"The price for you safety, lass, was for me never to see you again... It was only by swearing this that I was able to divert her wrath from you the last time.... Now that I have marked you, her anger will know no bounds as it was the one thing I would never give her and that she could never take from me."
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Post by Misery Martinique on Feb 24, 2010 10:06:22 GMT -5
Misery scowled at the mention of the bitch goddess; her russet eyes narrowing in anger and jealousy. She didn’t want to think of all the things that could have happened while the Wolf was in the company, or, more correctly, under the thumb of Nel, but the images played out in her mind like a horror movie complete with blood, violence, and even rough sex thrown in. A tremble passed over the witch’s skin at that last mental picture. Misery knew that Erik would never admit to having to bow to the goddess in such a way, but knowing the obsession the woman had for the shifter, it wasn’t unthinkable. Despair burdened the witch’s heart at that musing, but she inhaled heavily and pushed it aside for the moment, straightening her back to appear more undisturbed than she felt.
Misery’s mouth went slack at Erik’s confession that he’d been around for nearly a year, her gaze widening like two coffee colored moons as her head shook in disbelief. In all honesty, she should have known. There were so many times working in her store that she’d stopped; her heart pounding furiously with some profound awareness, only to feel foolish when she looked past the glass window to find nothing but darkness.
Her mouth actually quirked up into a smile at the mention of his ‘watchdogs’ and her threats to them, and she lowered her gaze to the swirling brown liquid in her mug as her heart actually warmed with the knowledge he’d been trying to ensure her safety. God. If he’d only just spoken to her she could have assured him that being without him, or any kind of information of his wellbeing, was far worse than death.
A gasp escaped her lips once more as Erik continued to fill her in on what had been happening while they were apart; another chill raising goosebumps on her flesh as he uttered the name Luka. “Luka...is here in N’awlins...” She whispered absently, her gaze lifting to the Wolf as he moved towards the window where dawns early light framed him like an archangel. She blinked absentmindedly and moved to follow; bringing her hand up to rest on his powerful bicep, and yet again, as if the bond between them was so potent, a current passed through her fingertips.
She wrapped her arms around his broad back as much as she could, laying a chaste kiss between his shoulder blades as a smile crept across her face. “Marked me? Is that what you did Cher?” She asked wistfully; her hand coming up to touch the place on her neck where his fangs had marred her skin before.
Pulling back, she tugged on him so that he would turn to face her; bringing a hand up to rest on the side of his face. “Wolf, I would rather die by the bitch’s hand than to never see you again. I don’t care how much pain she tries to cause, it will be nothing compared to ache that took up residence in my chest when you left.”
The witch narrowed her eyes as an unbendable expression past across her features, and she gaze back and forth in his swirling silver eyes so that he would know her words were final. “Don’t you dare thinking of leaving me again. I swear, next time it’ll be your absence that kills me, not that freakin’ goddess.” She inhaled sharply and shook her head, forcing her eyes to soften. “There are stories about gods and goddesses murdering one another. I’m sure there’s a way to kill her. We’ll find out what it is baby...I swear it. And I’m here to help with the other little problem too. God help the demon assholes that try to mess with my man.”
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