Perseus (herowithoneface) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2010-01-23 17:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | delilah, samson |
Who: Samson and Delilah
What: Same old song and dance, my friend
Where: Samson's place
When: Sunday
Warnings: Language, probably some mentions of sex at the very least, TBD?
Note: Reposted as a favour
Of course this was a bad idea. Delilah knew this. She knew this as she got into the taxi and gave the driver the address. She knew this when she found herself at the door of Samson's apartment. Yet she was still here. Iraq had not been a good place for her. She'd ran after Ishtar most of the time, and was reminded of how fragile she was. She may be an immortal, but she was in service to a Goddess. And when said Goddess returned with blood under her fingernails, Delilah freaked out. Combined with the stress of staying in a war-torn country she'd been on edge ever since she got off the plane.
And Samson was here. Despite it all she had an inexplicable pull towards him, and he could make her feel calm. She could antagonize him until the night was over but at the end of it she'd fall into his arms and make him break every vow he'd ever made to himself.
It wasn't exactly the most healthy of relationships.
So she knocked, and waited.
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[info]blind_leader
2011-01-23 09:37 pm (local) (link) Track This
Samson knew she played his weakness. Delilah knew he couldn't say no. The moment she'd asked, whether or not he'd attempted to divert it, in the end Delilah had him in her grips. While she'd been gone he'd thought of her, no surprise since the moment he'd come into the city, Samson had felt a pull to her.
He couldn't get away from it. His promises were lost when Delilah waltzed into a room. It disappointed him because his vows were never as strong as he'd thought. His God was the only one to never betray him and yet he found himself going back to the woman that had.
Samson waved her in once the door opened. As usual he'd spent the evening listening to sermons on his player. Whatever he'd listened to was gone as soon as she came inside.
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[info]darkdelilah
2011-01-23 09:49 pm (local) (link) Track This
Right now she needed that. After spending a week in a war torn country at the whims of a Goddess she needed to know her fate was still her own. That she wasn't just a servant. She'd brought Samson down, and he'd been Gods greatest champion.
She walked inside and removed her coat, setting it down before starting to pace. She wasn't at all sure why she had come, besides the dire need she had to always be close to him.. Why was she so drawn to him?
With a sigh she sat down, "remind me not to visit Iraq again."
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[info]blind_leader
2011-01-24 04:21 pm (local) (link) Track This
Delilah walked with power in the tips of her fingers. All she had to do was touch him, whisper something into his ear and he could fall to her charms. He'd sworn he wouldn't ever let a woman do that to him again.
He heard her pace the floor, then the cushion to the couch squeak as she sat. He followed by taking a seat beside her, glad that Hebe wasn't home yet.
"What was in Iraq?" he asked not entirely sure of why she'd gone in the first place.
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[info]darkdelilah
2011-01-24 04:31 pm (local) (link) Track This
Knowing she had so little control over her own fate, how right Satan had been, threw her off. And in the end, Samson made her find peace. She'd ruined anything they could have had a long time ago, but that didn't mean she didn't keep coming back.
"Besides war?" She shook her head, "you don't want to know." She shifted so she sat closer to him, fingers brushing over his cheek. "tell me Samson, why do you keep letting me into your home?"
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[info]blind_leader
2011-01-24 05:20 pm (local) (link) Track This
He couldn't very well see her besides the dark skin and blurry black hair, and whatever number she chose to wear. His eyes closed at that touch before opening again.
"I don't know." That was an honest answer. She had a jerk in him that he couldn't say no to. She would use him again, he knew that. Yet, he still let her in. Maybe she needed the chance to feel what it was for a man to love her. Whether or not he did anymore, he wasn't sure, but that heartbeat against his chest wasn't fluttering for just any old reason.
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[info]darkdelilah
2011-01-24 05:30 pm (local) (link) Track This
It was why she never dressed up for him. There was no point in trying to draw attention to her appearance when he couldn't see her. That had been her fault though and thus she always felt bad when she remembered he wouldn't see her.
Smiling she brushed a kiss on his cheek and settled her hand on his shoulder. "I think you do, but you're too busy pretending that you don't know it. Or you just don't want to." She set her hand on his chest. "You know what I really came for Samson, you cannot be that blind."
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[info]blind_leader
2011-01-24 05:51 pm (local) (link) Track This
It wasn't easy always seeing nothing more than shapes of the people there in front of him, of the world around him. All he had was a visual memory of what he remembered, and the world had changed a lot since he'd last been able to see it vividly. Sometimes it was frustrating, other times it was a blessing.
Right now it was one of those frustrating times. He nodded in response, not yet moving his hands to touch any part of her while she invaded his space. "I do know. Though why you choose me when you have your own clients..." he paused his voice fading a little at her closeness. "Why do you chose me Delilah?" he asked in a whisper.
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[info]darkdelilah
2011-01-24 06:00 pm (local) (link) Track This
Smiling she went to sit on his lap. Let him pretend she wasn't there now. Her fingers brushed along his neck. He always asked this question and she couldn't answer it. Maybe because her clients treated her like the prostitute she was. Maybe because he was familiar. She didn't know.
She shrugged and kissed his chin, "because I can Samson. You can say no and I'll go home. I'm sure I can call someone who will be willing to spend time with me, to give me what I need. Or you can take your revenge even. I won't struggle."
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[info]blind_leader
2011-01-24 06:03 pm (local) (link) Track This
Each time she touched he felt his skin tingle, his lids roll over his eyes just a little more. "Delilah," he said softly, hands now setting against her hips as she filled that gap in his lap.
"You know I'm not that vindictive." He'd never been able to use her in the past (despite how she'd treated him), what made her think he would now?
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[info]darkdelilah
2011-01-24 06:08 pm (local) (link) Track This
She grinned, enjoying that hold she had over him. Knowing that at the end of the day she was a temptation he'd never be able to ignore. If she worked for Hell, she was sure the Devil would be applauding her.
Smiling she pressed a soft kiss on his lips, "yet I don't hear you saying no."
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[info]blind_leader
2011-01-24 06:33 pm (local) (link) Track This
He was disappointing himself and his God. He was stronger than this and not just in physical strength. How had she always been able to break down his walls, he was nothing more than putty to her.
"I can't," he whispered against her lips, eyes closed, fingers digging into her sides.
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[info]darkdelilah
2011-01-24 06:47 pm (local) (link) Track This
She laughed against his lips before giving him the kiss she knew they both needed. He could make her feel alive, like she was something more then she would always be. She wanted to try and be better, but couldn't. Having him give into his urges was a way to prove she wasn't the only one who wanted something and could never have it.
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[info]blind_leader
2011-01-24 08:15 pm (local) (link) Track This
He willed himself to protest, to push her off, to demand she leave and stop toying with him like another play thing. A part of him needed her though.
As soon as her lips hit he gave way to that kiss knowing he'd kick himself later. Betrayal, trust, lust, envy, jealousy, hate and love--those were the embedded threads to their story, to who they were. It was romanticized, it seemed people today thrived off the Romeo and Juliet's of their beliefs. They didn't live it. Forbidden romance be it in a story or inside one's very soul wasn't anything more than tragic.
"Delilah," he said softly, still needing more of her. When would it end? Would it ever end?
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[info]darkdelilah
2011-01-24 08:26 pm (local) (link) Track This
She knew he could push her off, and knowing she had such a powerful man at her whims excited her. He let her control him, and it was intoxicating. The way he spoke her name alone made her shiver.
Laughing she pressed another kiss to his lips and let her fingers move under his shirt. "Tell me Samson, do you still remember how I looked back in the beginning? Do you not wish you could see me." She nipped on his bottom lip and grinned, "They say a blind man can see with touch alone. Prove them right."
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[info]blind_leader
2011-01-24 08:41 pm (local) (link) Track This
His breath stilled at her fingers, a hazy head turned down even if all he could see was the blur. He could feel it though, feel what it was he couldn't see.
"I do," the first time in a long time he'd ever admitted to anyone that he wished he could see anything.
This was at least the fourth time they'd done this dance since running into each other in New York. Part of him wished he'd never moved from San Francisco, but the other part knew he wouldn't have ever been able to stay away knowing Delilah was here.
"The bedroom," he instructed. He wouldn't want to be walked in on by Hebe.
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[info]darkdelilah
2011-01-24 09:16 pm (local) (link) Track This
Her teeth nipped on his bottom lip as she slowly undid the buttons on his shirt. She chuckled to his admittance. "Well you'll have to rely on memory now won't you." They would probably do this again, until one of them got burned. More then likely it would be her. She was toying with Ishtar, and she knew her Goddess did not take such things well.
She raised an eyebrow and set her hands on his skin. "You're the strong one here my dear. Why don't you carry me."
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[info]blind_leader
2011-01-24 09:22 pm (local) (link) Track This
Had he really learned anything before or was this just doomed to be a repeat? Granted his hair wasn't nearly as long as it had been before, it didn't hold the same power, but the result was always the same.
It took a moment to register feeling that fire of her hands on him. After he sat up, plopping her down on her feet he did just that, scooping her up to carry her into the bedroom. "That's what you wanted wasn't it?" Did it make her feel superior that a man of his size and strength could be manipulated by a small woman?
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[info]darkdelilah
2011-01-25 09:39 pm (local) (link) Track This
She laughed as he picked her up, giving him a grin he couldn't see. "Maybe. Just maybe." It was kind of nice knowing she held so much sway over anyone, especially him. She kissed his neck as he carried her, just to break his concentration. "I don't see you stopping me, oh Champion of mine."
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[info]blind_leader
2011-01-25 09:49 pm (local) (link) Track This
When a man was blind, all the other senses became keen in a way they may not have been before. Hearing, smell, sense of taste, sense of touch. She should have known that brush of lips to skin could shake his balance. He wasn't fooling himself. She was here for her own benefit, because of what had went down while she was in Iraq. Maybe she needed the reminder, it was all quite nonsensical in the end and he just didn't have the willpower to say no (had he ever?). Even when he put her back on her feet and closed the door behind them.
He still could have cast her out, instead his hand went out to touch her face, remembering the curves of her jaw, her cheek, those supple lips, the fine arch of her brow. By feeling he could recreate an image in his mind's eye.
What could he say now that she didn't already know?
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[info]darkdelilah
2011-01-25 10:10 pm (local) (link) Track This
She knew perfectly well what she was doing and loved it. He'd given in so easily the last time and while there was no money at the end of this, she couldn't help but enjoy knowing she could have a man like this on his knees. Her arms set around his neck as he closed the door and she leaned into the touch, leaning up to set a soft kiss on his lips.
Sometimes she wished he could so, just to let him know what he was missing. Perhaps she was crueler then she told herself she truly was.
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[info]blind_leader
2011-01-27 07:10 pm (local) (link) Track This
She was the leading the way as she did every time. She was casting her spell, guiding his hands where they needed to go so she could dangle it over his head later. As her lips glided over his he didn't have the energy to care. He'd curse her later and his absent mind in letting her in so easily.
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[info]darkdelilah
2011-01-27 11:08 pm (local) (link) Track This
She grinned into the kiss as he gave in. He always would give in. He still had his faults, and she was one of them. Her fingers glided along his shirt, unbuttoning it as she went.