Perseus (herowithoneface) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2011-12-14 10:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | conchobar mac nessa |
Who: Conchobar and Mugain
When: Wednesday night
Where: Park not far from Conchobar's apartment
Note: Reposted as a favour
Conchobar showed an hour or so earlier than he'd told Mugain. He knew she'd be there, waiting like a tiger in the jungle weeds. She needed someone to sink her teeth into. They played this game many times before, she would always cling to him as if to keep her memory alive. So little was known about her. Now that he knew Deirdre was around, he was likely to ignore Mugain more until he'd played the cards the way he wanted.
The leaves crunched under his feet as he walked into the park proudly. His tongue lined his teeth, keeping a watchful eye for that little bitch. She thought she was good at hiding, but he was far more perceptive of her rituals than that.
There was no one else in the park, just the sound of crickets chirping. He slung his coat off, draping it on a bench.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are." Grin. She danced so well to his tune.
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[info]jealousthorn
2011-12-14 01:49 pm (local) (link) Track This
Playing innocent didn't come easy for her, even if her face could make others think so. She was lovely and youthful, proud and a beast. Mugain almost always got what she wanted and tonight she wanted him. That boring old mortal of hers was nearly out of money, he wasn't good in bed, and he was afraid of excitement. All things she hated. All things she would soon be rid of.
She sat perched in a tree, watching what she could see of the park. And then she felt him. A little grin spread across her face. It was about damn time. Even if it wasn't even time they had scheduled to meet.
His words rang out in the quiet and she merely sat there, letting him feel his way to her. No matter how badly she wanted to rip into him she would be the silent watcher.
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[info]son_of_ness
2011-12-14 02:12 pm (local) (link) Track This
At the moment Conchobar took a seat on the bench with a light whistle peeling through his lips as he looked around the various trees and hiding spots the girl might find attractive.
His eyes fell on the rustle of leaves on a branch in a giant oak. He crossed one leg over the other, arms outstretched on the bench. "You know, it's kind of strange you would have fallen for a poet. Makes me wonder..." he sat up then walking towards the tree he knew she nestled in.
He leaned against it, not looking up but continuing to bait her. He would never understood what drew her to that little prick. "It couldn't have been his soft words that clenched you, maybe it was his inexperience in bed," he shook his head. "You never did tell me why..." he turned, lifting one guiltless brow and throw her a charmed smile. "Why don't you come down."
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[info]jealousthorn
2011-12-14 02:18 pm (local) (link) Track This
Mugain watched his every move. At this point it didn't matter who caught who first. It was their little game.
She rolled her eyes. Naturally he had to bring up Áed. It wouldn't be a conversation without the mentions of her previous one-time-lover. And although she did want to answer with something snarky she remained silent.
She had to admit, he could be very charming at the best of times. "He was attractive and something new. But if you must know, he never compare to you." He could take her little rhyme seriously, or as a joke. There was no telling with her. But she did climb down, slipping behind the other side of the tree.
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[info]son_of_ness
2011-12-14 02:24 pm (local) (link) Track This
They were two sides of the same coin, not opposites, but quite alike. It was perhaps the only reason he kept her around as his chief wife, because he surely didn't love her. It was a mystery, but Conchobar had never once really loved anyone. His lust for Deirdre had been blown out before he even knew whether or not he wanted her beyond obsession.
When she was grounded again he pushed off the tree and walked slowly around. "Should I take that as a compliment or an insult? Hard to tell with you." He looked her over, pulling a leaf from her hair and flicking it to the ground.
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[info]jealousthorn
2011-12-27 11:51 am (local) (link) Track This
The problem with being the woman was that no matter how hard you fought you would never be let go if the man refused to let go. Conchobar was quite frustrating in that aspect, but at the same time he was the only one to have kept her interests. She did favor him to an extent, even if he did enjoy other women. Well, she would enjoy other men in these times.
She shrugged once, "Take it however you like." Mugain was careful not to get into the subject of other women, particularly the one who happened to be around and she knew would just spoil the moment if she so much as thought her name. So she didn't and instead pulled him closer.
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[info]son_of_ness
2011-12-28 01:10 pm (local) (link) Track This
She would find herself at a dead end if she brought up Deirdre. He was still wildly obsessed with the girl, part to stories but part to his own curiosity.
He pushed her up against the tree, his body slithered like a snake. He flicked her hair back with a fabulous grin. "So, you got me out here, no what do I do with you?"
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[info]jealousthorn
2011-12-28 01:34 pm (local) (link) Track This
Mugain's voice lowered as she grinned in return. She did love this game of cat and mouse, even if she always let him catch her. In her mind she was the cat, because she knew just how to get him to come looking for her when he needed a release. Just as he knew how to work her buttons.
She kissed him once and then leaned in ever closer, "I'm not wearing any panties." Although it was quite cold she had gone out in a short skirt, with the intent to have her way with him.
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[info]son_of_ness
2011-12-28 01:48 pm (local) (link) Track This
That earned a sneaky grin. She'd been one of his younger wives when he'd first married her, but he too had been in his prime. Not the older man that Deirdre remembered.
"A little cold out for that isn't it?" he could see his breath fog around them. No matter how cool the weather had been earlier, in the dead of night it could be downright frigid. He snuck a hand up that short skirt. "You're right," his smile was still damn near charming for him to be such a snake under that pretty mask.
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[info]jealousthorn
2011-12-28 02:03 pm (local) (link) Track This
Mugain just knew how to get his attention, even if she did get jealous from time to time when his attentions were focused on others. It was very annoying when she needed someone to listen to her needs.
"Who cares?" She pulled him in so that there was absolutely no space between them. "Why don't you warm me up?"
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[info]son_of_ness
2011-12-28 02:16 pm (local) (link) Track This
He kissed her abruptly at the invite. "Not a problem," his tongue crushing against hers as he drew her legs up and around his waist. Now that skirt she wore was little more than a belt around her waist as it was shifted up, revealing that very pale, very creamy and soft skin.
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[info]jealousthorn
2011-12-28 04:35 pm (local) (link) Track This
As he kissed her all she could think was it's about damn time! She used the tree as leverage as she returned those kisses, a hungry growl issuing from her throat. She hated that the mortal back at 'home' wasn't this intense. This was real excitement.
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[info]son_of_ness
2011-12-28 04:49 pm (local) (link) Track This
She heated the right fire inside. It would temper his desires until Deirdre was his main focus again. Mugain was small and slender to his bulky, taller frame. She fit perfect between him and that tree.
Her kisses were hungry, as if she'd been denied a good time for too long. He punched back just as feisty. She wouldn't wait too long between kisses while he fiddled with the zipper of his pants. There was a rustle in the bushes behind them that only made the desire of excitement grow even more.