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Post by audrey on Jan 19, 2011 2:18:08 GMT -5
 "All I'm saying is..." she paused to lean down and bite his lower lip, "...every once in a while, a little wining and dining is nice, instead of just the booty call." Reece had Anton pinned down on the bed as she straddled him. The pair had just spent the last few hours tearing the room apart and exploring deep into each other in exhilarating and passionate sex. The unexpected pair had fallen into an old routine of meeting up for sex, which usually started with angry words and hatred and then resulted in passionate, heated sex. Tonight's tumble had started off as usual -- with angry words.
Shortly before meeting Anton at his room, Reece had sent him an owl informing him that while she enjoyed their little trysts, she was tired of being "that girl" and that this would be their last fuck. Needless to say when she arrived at the room she was met by a very pissed off Anton Moody. Angry words were exchanged, objects were thrown, and at some point both had been pinned against the wall by the other. Sparks, as they say, flew. Clothes were ripped off and the once tidy room became unrecognizable amidst the entertwined limbs.
Now, Anton was pinned underneath her, their bodies glistening with sweat and still reacting to the recent powerful orgasm. After biting his lower lip, Reece trailed her lips along to his ear and continued in a whisper, "I'm not your little whore, Anton." She then trailed her nails down his chest, pressing harder the lower she got, aware that she was going to leave scratch marks, and whispered, "Not anymore." She leaned back so she was sitting up, still straddling him, and gribbed his chin with one hand, lowered her mouth to his and gave him what was meant to be one last passionate kiss. She was about to roll off him when he stopped her....
Tagged: The devious devil himself, Anton Moody Outfit (although, it is all in various areas of the room):CLICK MENote: Not my best, love. I'm sorry! My next one will be better, I swear! |
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Post by anton on Jan 19, 2011 12:14:56 GMT -5
The feeling of her above him was right. The way he remained inside her when they finished was something he had grown accustom to feeling. The sensation of their sex was something he was unsure he could go without. He body so near his, her sweat dripping onto him, his own body stiff as she mounted him. The way her face twisted in the moment of pure pleasure when she released. It was something he enjoyed, and would fight to keep. Even if his feelings for her were less than appropriate for the situation.
She whispered, clawed him, and his eyes focused on her face. She seemed to be carved from straight marble. A perfect example of a woman, with fine features, pale flesh, and a burning desire in the curve of her lips. But what she had said made the blood run red, his vision almost blurred, but he forced himself to regain control. Anton could not remember a time when someone else tried to take his control away. She wanted to be in charge, but she had another thing coming.
He raised an arm and slung her off of him. He rolled to his left and sprung to his feet. Anton kicked away her pants that remained crumpled on the floor. He turned around and pointed at her, but not only with his finger. He could not deny his excitement. He glared, his lips dropping into a frown. His words a wisp of venom as he spoke to her. This was not only Anton being mad, this was Anton being completely aroused by the fight. She always made him feel this way. Anton had come to enjoy it, even if right now he wanted her dead. He leaned in slightly as he spoke.
"You will never be anything more than a whore," he said with an evil smirk. "Why else would I have kept you around this long? You are a good fuck, a really good fuck... but if you think you will be anything more then you are insane. Spread your legs, it is the only thing you are any good at!" Anton laughed, and swiped his own pants off the ground. He stepped into them and pulled them up as he stood. His eyes locked onto hers, and he smirked once again. It did not matter if the words were true, if he believed in them enough any words were real. Anton had that power. He tilted his head, lets his eyes crawl down her perfectly formed body, and then snapped his finger in her face. Anton knew she hated that more than anything.
{{ Wow, I get the impression this will be very... vicious! <3 }}
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Post by audrey on Jan 22, 2011 22:39:45 GMT -5
Throughout their long and tumultuous trysts, Reece had learned firsthand Anton's cruel nature. The passion in their sex stemmed from their anger, hatred, and violence toward each other; from their struggle for control. She knew that he thrived on his power, his control, over everyone, and everything. Take that power -- take that control -- away and he....well, she had never actually seen him without that power or that control, so she had no real way of knowing how he might react. But she knew enough to know to expect a physical and violent reaction from him when she told him she wasn't going to be his whore.
When he slung her off she managed to roll off the bed and land on her feet. He kicked her dress, which was crumpled on the floor, and she stood there watching him, hiding a smirk on her face. She was used to this; it was one of the things she enjoyed most about their trysts. The anger and the hatred made things much more intense and passionate. The hate showed there was some form of, well, emotional attachment, involved. At least, for Reece. Not love, no, never love, but something… something like jealousy. Yes, jealousy was emotion which had led Reece to decide not to be Anton’s little whore.
His anger was no surprise. She listened to his words as she picked up her corset and began to slip it back on. The man was insufferable! His words spurred the rage inside her like bellows to a flame. Suddenly the blonde snapped and lunged across the bed at him, shoving him up against the wall. She had never moved so fast in her life. Trailing her fingers down his chest as she pressed her body up against his, she spoke with a soft, seductive voice, “Dear Anton…You kept me around this long? Is that what you really think? Well, darling, this little game of ours has been a mutual arrangement. We dance this dance because…well, I think you know why.” Reece’s eyes rolled down his perfect, firm body as her hands moved lower. Her green eyes were fierce as the snapped back up to meet his, and her voice was smug as she said, “You’re going to miss this dance, Anton.”
Tagged: The devious devil himself, Anton Moody Outfit (although, it is all in various areas of the room):CLICK MENote: Bleh. It SUCKS. The original was SO MUCH BETTER. >.> |
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Post by anton on Jan 24, 2011 22:43:49 GMT -5
Anton had to pause and think for a second. Would he miss this dance? Would he miss the constant fighting, the nail gouging, and the blood that always came with an encounter with Reece? Would he miss the fact that when he left her company he always had to check to see if his clothes needed repairs? Would he miss the pain she inflicted when she wanted a verbal reaction during their love making? He thought he would, it was obvious he would. Why else would he be so angry with her at this moment. He was furious, and she was enjoying it.
His thoughts shifted inward, and he considered the situation. She wanted this reaction from him, but why? She said she was tired of being his whore, even though it was plain to see on her face that she would miss their little encounters just as much as he. So, why was this moment taking place? What motive did she had for wanting this response from him? Anton almost smirked with his first thought. She wanted a relationship. She knew he fucked others, and often. She knew he did not believe in love, or the shit that surrounded it. She was getting to the age where she wanted to be sure when she left Hogwart's she would have someone there with her.
She wanted him to love her. Anton watched her movements, and looked for any sign of jealousy, hatred, anything that might give her away. Reece was ice, she was marble, she was a perfect reflection of himself when it came to hiding her true emotions, and intentions. This might be one reason why he enjoyed being with her so much. He could not crack her with a glance, he would have to play into the reasons behind her motives. He moved forward and sat hard on the bed. "Why? Reece? What has changed in the last few days that is cause for us to end all this?" His hands lifted into the air, and dropped on his lap as he said the final word. His voice was soft, filled with sorrow, but his eyes sparkled, and the smirk she could not see from behind him said more than his words.
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