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bound_ross ([info]bound_ross) wrote in [info]bound_rp,
@ 2013-09-24 14:19:00

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Entry tags:complete, private, ross richards, zoryana raqure

This time, I know nothing's wrong
Date: September 20, 2012
Time: 11:00 pm
Location: Zoryana's house
Characters: Ross Richards, Zoryana Raqure
Description: Ross is going to show Zoryana just why she should regret what she did.
Status: Private, complete


Ross Richards had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. For weeks after the raid, he debated. She had told him to run... but was that out of love or guilt? Ross couldn't believe that what they had together had meant nothing - no one was that good of an actor, but still. Did she deserve to die? She fucked his whole life. Everything he had. He hadn't even been able to go back and visit his family since he started running. Not that he cared much about seeing his mom, but he did about his sister. He sent money when he could, but it pained him to be unable to see her.

No, Zoryana Raqure, as he learned her real name was, deserved to die. And it needed to be by his hand. He should have killed her when the raid happened, he would have still gotten away. But he hesitated, and ran instead. Now, the burning hate he felt for her consumed his life. If he'd been able to settle down somewhere, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. But, for someone with limited real life skills and no G.E.D to speak of, all he had was the money he had made and saved from his gang days, odd jobs, and his anger.

It had taken longer than expected to track her down. The girl did not want to be found. Who the hell goes from California to Maine? Some small ass town in Maine as far as he could tell, too. Well, if that's where she was, that's where he was going to be. He packed up his things and headed for Maine about four days ago. He was staying in some crap hotel and had been spending most of his time there tracking Zoryana. His breath had caught when he first saw her. She was just as beautiful as he remembered, and for a moment he'd forgotten entirely why he was there.

But that didn't last. He followed her to her home and waited. Got her habits. It didn't need to be too precise, but he knew about what time she got home and what time she went to bed. It was only too easy to sneak in her back door, the lock picking skills he had learned when he was younger coming in handy once again. He was surprised the doors were even locked. Did they have crime in a town like this? She was in the living room, the television on though he wasn't exactly sure she was watching it.

He slipped in through the kitchen, his gun already cocked and ready and in his hand. He slipped up behind her, and pushed the cold metal into the back of her head, her dark hair bunching up at the barrel. He leaned down, his lips just meeting her ear. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you." Despite how much he wanted her dead, he wanted answers even more. If he hadn't cared about answers, she would already be on her last breath.


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[info]bound_kat
2013-09-25 01:05 am UTC (link)
Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you.

Zoryana didn't give reasons, she had always been taught that reasons were like explanations for the wrong things: it was always a sign of weakness and that was something that Zoryana was not going to give, not to someone who demanded such a thing from her. No one would've been able to blame her for the fact that she was frozen in place, holding on to the glass figurine of the tiger that she had once bought while being in China town.

She was waiting until the show on the television went to commercial, it meant that the screen would go black for a second and she'd be able to see who it was, even though she never once forgot the voice. How did he find her? She watched that screen black out, catching a look at who was behind her with the gun pointed at the back of her head. Her eyes weren't glued to it though, they moved to eye her gun that she knew was inside the drawer below the television. She had one in the living room, her bed room and the one that she took to work with her every day of the week.

Zoryana licked her lips, moving to slowly turn around to eye the gun in her face. Her brows narrowed, finally looking towards Ross. "Killing a police officer is a federal offense," She was being a smart ass. She had to be, what with a gun pointed in her face again. It almost reminded her of when they last left off. "You wouldn't bother with a stupid question like that if you actually wanted to shoot me, Ross." She was gripping the glass figurine. She eyed him, almost wanting to move out of range of the gun or at least, for a moment until he would move it back.

"You would just pull the trigger, no questions asked." She responded a few moments after eyeing him. She wasn't too thrilled that he was inside her house, no one was allowed inside her house. Not when she had secrets here, not when she had things that she purposely hid away from people. To be honest, Zoryana wasn't exactly a people person even though she was a cop. She rarely had friends, made dinner dates and rarely went out with the rest of the officers, even when they would invite her. "What the fuck are you doing here, Ross."

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[info]bound_ross
2013-09-25 01:33 am UTC (link)
Always so sassy. He couldn't help but smirk a little at her reply. Cool under pressure, that was one of the reasons he had liked her so much. She didn't lose her shit like so many other women did, especially in the business he had been in. It's a federal offense to shoot an officer. She would. It wasn't like he didn't know. It was also one of the reasons that he hadn't shot her the last time, either. Or anyone else. One of the reasons he had just run. He was already in deep, but they were felonies, not federal offenses. Jail time, not Quantico level. Escobar was probably in Quantico.

A soft sigh escaped his lips. "I see what you're doing. You go for a gun and I will shoot. You have time for now." She was right, though. Ross couldn't help it, he wanted to know why. It wasn't like him to get close to people, it wasn't his personality. It wasn't hers, either. But they had something. Why would she throw it all away like that? Why hadn't she told him earlier, tipped him off to get out. He couldn't pretend that they would have run away together... It hadn't been that deep, had it? He was conflicted. She could even see that through the television.

What the fuck are you doing here, Ross? The question burned him. He kept the gun to her but moved now, to be standing in front of her, the gun dropping in the slightest of senses. "What the fuck am I doing here? What the fuck are you doing here, Crystal? Sorry, Zoryana. That's your real name, right? Or do you prefer Officer Raqure?" He took a step back, clearly agitated, bouncing on his feet a little, gun still pointed at her head. He was furious. Question him like that? He even let out a laugh, thinking about it. Not a happy laugh, though.

"How could you? How could you do that to me, Crys? I fucking..." He was going to say a lot of things. Trusted you, cared about you. Maybe loved you. But he couldn't. He just let his words drop off, the bouncing stopped, his face got serious again. "I trusted you, Crys. You fucked it up, fucked it all up. I cared about you - did that mean nothing? All that shit you said, all the shit we said. It meant nothing?" Ross wasn't one to be this emotional. He hadn't planned on it, he wanted to just kill her. But seeing her face again, feeling all those long dead and forgotten feelings... It was hard not to wonder.

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[info]bound_kat
2013-09-25 01:57 am UTC (link)
The comment about going to get a gun caused her to stop her movements, quickly. The woman wasn't stupid, especially when she already had a gun pointed at her head for starters. She sighed, moving her hands up as she still managed to keep her fingers around the figurine but showed a moment of a defeat. Swallowing hard, Zoryana raised both of her brows, "Whatever you say,"

"Zoryana," She replied to his questioning about what she preferred. She watched him, "I am not Crystal, never was and never will be. You obviously know that, Ross." Crystal was a cover, it wasn't her life. Everything that she had told him about the life that Crystal lived, was just that: a cover. The only thing that Zoryana had in common with the lie was the fact that they had hard lives, that was it. Crystal was a single child while Zoryana had a twin, a deceased twin.

Lying came easy to her, especially when it came to being undercover with her partner during the weeks that she had spent with Ross and his crew. It was something that was taught to her, something that she passed without a problem and Zoryana could possibly lie her way through anything that was thrown her way. Though, she was trying not to remember what they had -- even when Ross mentioned it. It hurt, it really did. "Zoryana," She reminded him when he said Crys again. "If it didn't mean anything to me, you would've been shot in the face the day of the raid. Shot or dragged into prison, Ross. You selfish son of a bitch, you think that it only affected you? You are delusional." It was cool, her voice remained even and not once had she raised it. She couldn't. Zoryana knew that if she lost control, she'd turn into something/someone that she didn't like very much.

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[info]bound_ross
2013-09-25 12:54 pm UTC (link)
"You weren't even you! How the hell could it have effected you! Zoryana. Not Crystal. How could it have ever meant anything if all you were dong was playing a apart?" Ross was devastated. He couldn't wrap his head around it. What they had was real, it was so intense. It was the most real thing Ross had ever felt in his whole life. But she wasn't the same person as that, didn't have the same name. This was some whole new being with the same face as the girl he had loved.

He let the gun drop, though his guard was still very much up. "We could have run away together, C-- Zoryana. I would have done that for you. I would have said fuck it, and left all those guys I had so much time and energy invested in and gone to wherever you wanted. Bermuda, France, fucking Africa if you had asked me to. How could you give that up, if it truly meant nothing?" He took a step forward, his hand raised to touch her chin.

"You're just as beautiful as the day I met you, but I don't even know who you are anymore. I guess I never did..." It was painful, realizing that the one and only woman he had loved wasn't even real. "Was anything you said true, at all?" He asked again, flexing his grip on the gun. Ross was surprised at himself. His eyes stung like there were tears in them, but he held them back. He hadn't expected to need to know this badly, that it meant this much to him. Then again, he should have known.

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[info]bound_kat
2013-09-25 01:12 pm UTC (link)
You weren't even you. Zoryana still had her emotions invested in it, even though she never wanted to them to be gambled. She couldn't stop it though, it just .. happened. The fact that those words even came out of his mouth made her freeze, feeling some sadness come in fast, ready to drown her out. She swallowed. How the hell could it have effected you. She wasn't one for showing emotions of any type, unless it was anger. It was just her, it always had been her. Sure, Zoryana could smile but it didn't mean that she was happy in a situation.

The times that she had smiled around him though? Zoryana knew that she had been happy, she knew it. She knew that even though she was living a lie, that every moment spent with Ross was worth it, was worth being happy for and even had her second guessing herself every step of the way. She swallowed hard when he dropped the gun. "You think that it was easy for me? Why do you think I told you to run, Ross. You would've killed me if you found out before hand, if I would've told you that I was undercover." She knew that much as true. Zoryana liked being alive, even though it hurt. And when he touched her chin? Those tears that she swore she'd never shed, that she'd never show because they were always a source of weakness and a source of more beatings while she was younger -- she blinked, trying to keep them in check. Her jaw tensed, it hurt.

"My feelings for you never were a lie, Ross. If they were, I would have never slept in the same bed as you. I would have never bothered to even make you smile on those days that you were so angry, I wouldn't have even bothered." Her eyes were watery, she didn't like it. Zoryana didn't like crying but she didn't like the fact that she had the guilt coming to wash over her like a flood. She took a look at the gun that he had in his hand still, watching his hand flex as she spoke softly. "If you're going to shoot me, just do it already." She was crying at that point, her knees were feeling weak.

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[info]bound_ross
2013-09-25 01:50 pm UTC (link)
He just watched her. He could tell she was upset - but was that because he had a gun to her head, or something else. Was she feeling guilt, remorse? He wasn't ever one to be particularly good at reading emotions. He sat and watched her as she started to unravel. She was always wound so tight. He remembered the days he used to make her smile, a real smile. He could tell when she was faking it. Her eyes always gave it away.

She was right, though. He probably would have killed her if he told her outright before hand. She would have had time to escape, though, Ross was so stunned... it was only the adrenaline of the raid and the extreme necessity that he get out of there immediately that kept him from being locked in his place, stunned. It had hit him like a ton of bricks when he found out. Hurt him worse than he'd ever been hurt before. But she was hurt, too. He could see it, the tears pricking at her eyes. It killed him to see her hurt like that, but it was so hard to forget that the woman he loved was not the woman in front of him.

They were two different people, as she had made it painfully clear. Zoryana was not Crystal, and he did not know this woman in front of him, who had now started to cry. If you're going to shoot me, just do it already. Ross couldn't. He set the gun on the table, and then moved to her, pulling her up into a hug. "I'm sorry." He whispered into her ear, his hand running through her hair. Oh, how good it felt to be this close to her again. To be like this. It didn't matter how conflicted he felt, how betrayed... Not all of it was a lie, he reminded himself. Not all of it.

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[info]bound_kat
2013-09-25 02:07 pm UTC (link)
She had tried to keep it all together, tried to keep her own pain to herself. It shouldn't have come out, not when she was to blame for it all to begin with. Though, there was a saying that one had to cry once in a while. She was trying to swallow it down, trying to push it back into its bottle and keep it locked away. She always did it before, why couldn't she not do it now? She was still watching the gun, waiting for the moment that it raised again. She'd take it this time, she wouldn't try to talk herself out of it.

When it came to her emotions for Ross, they had all been true. She cared about him, fell for him and it wrecked her more than anything else every single day closer they came to the raid. At the end, she had been different, been on edge and kept herself up at night by forcing herself awake. She didn't want to forget how he slept, didn't want to forget anything about him and she hadn't. She wanted to fall on her knees, she wanted to come crashing down because she knew that she wouldn't be able to continue standing there as if she was invincible. Zoryana wasn't.

She reached up, moving to wipe the tears away before watching him set the gun down. What was he doing? Didn't he want to shoot her? She was confused, relieved that she wasn't going to be shot, conflicted and possibly breaking down but she couldn't move. That hug that came though, it came at the perfect time. It seemed like Zoryana just fell in his arms as she cried fully now, taking in a deep breath of how he smelled. He was sorry? He didn't have anything to be sorry for. Zoryana blinked, moving her hands to her face as she wipe away more tears, not caring about the possible mess that she was making to the bare make-up she wore. She swallowed, shaking her head. "You don't have anything to be sorry about, Ross. I'm the one that sorry," It was always so hard for her to apologize in the past but it just came out almost as easily as the tears on her face. She reached for his face, touching it as she looked pained.

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[info]bound_ross
2013-09-25 02:47 pm UTC (link)
"Shhhhh." He comforted her. Ross was pretty sure she would stop relatively soon, but to make them both more comfortable he moved them both so that they were sitting on the couch. He let her cry into his shirt, and he ran his hands along her hair. "You were doing your job. I shouldn't have reacted that way." He wasn't always this understanding, either, but he couldn't stand to see her cry. Logically he could realize that, know that it wasn't all her fault. But emotionally he wasn't quite ready to accept it.

After a few moments, he pulled away from her, putting his hands on her face so that he could look at her. "You're beautiful." He stated, his face mirror how broken hers was, though his tears were still only prickling at his eyes. He was a man, after all. Men don't cry that frequently. "I do need to apologize. I came in here guns blazing... literally. I didn't think it mattered to you, because you were under cover. I thought it was just a game. And that... I didn't like that, Zoryana. I really didn't."

He sighed and stood up again, running his hands through his hair. "I need a smoke." He grabbed the gun and tucked it into the waistband of his pants, letting his shirt fall over to cover it. "You mind?" He asked, motioning to the back porch (where had had broken in from). "This wasn't what I was planning on... Come with me, to talk at least. Please?" He didn't want her out of his sight, for multiple reasons. As much as he still loved her, he still didn't entirely trust this new woman.

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[info]bound_kat
2013-09-25 07:37 pm UTC (link)
She had been doing her job, though it wasn't something that was easily to swallow. She had broken her own rules: she had fallen in love with someone, she had gotten close to someone and then she had wanted to tell him everything the days leading up to the raid. Zoryana rarely broke down, it wasn't her thing but when it came to this moment and smelling Ross, listening to him and how her hands moved to grip on his shoulders just to make sure that he wasn't going to be going anywhere -- or worse, that she was just imagining this. She shook her head though, "You shouldn't have gotten caught in it, Ross. I never meant for you to be hurt, I honestly didn't. I didn't know that I would see you again, never knew that I would be seeing you here -- now." She paused, sniffling before she looked up towards his face and studied it for a moment.

Zoryana didn't feel anything more than worn down. She had been cleaning and cleaning, over and over again to get a grip on a few things happening around town. It was odd to her, these things and it weighed heavy on her shoulders. That tiger? It had been placed on the table before she heard him speak again. She shook her head, "It was supposed to be just that. I was not supposed to get close to you like I did, I wasn't supposed to fall for someone who was the head of the gang that I was responsible for bringing down, along with other people. I'm sorry," She trailed off, blinking when he stood.

He still smoked? She should've known that but she blinked when he had asked if it was alright, if she'd come with him. She reached up, wiping the tears that she still felt and just nodded. She wasn't too comfortable with him putting the gun back into reach, looking towards the area that she was looking when he had first come upon her. "Mind keeping the gun on the table and I'll go with you?" There was no reason for it, unless it would be acceptable for her to carry her own. It was Zoryana that went towards the door though, looking down at the lock before making a mental note of getting a dead bolt.

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[info]bound_ross
2013-09-25 07:48 pm UTC (link)
"I know. I should have realized that... I was just so angry with you." He felt his anger was justifiable, but he also should have trusted her a bit more. How could he, though? Their whole relationship was a lie. Even if the emotions were real, how could he know if he'd love Zoryana the same way he loved Crystal? They weren't the same people. But, they were, too. At the very core of it. Tired like this, exhausted from something intense happening. He saw this person in Crystal, too. They were the same, and he'd have to remember that. He understood sacrificing things for a job. He'd done the same thing. She had sacrificed him, but not in the same way he thought she had.

"You make me sound so official and dangerous." He joked. He'd never thought of himself that way - head of a gang, one that needed to be taken down. They had done such petty shit when he was really in charge of it all. Escobar got involved, the money was too good to pass up but he had never really considered it all. Thought about it. They'd done some bad shit. He'd killed people. He regretted it, most of it, anyway. Ross was a bad guy, but he wasn't uncaring. He wasn't a cold hearted murderer. If he was, this talk would have never happened and they both knew it. Maybe that's why Zoryana had fallen for him in the first place.

"That's fine." He set it on the kitchen counter but let her lead the way. He wasn't sure if she was going to try and pull some tricky move and take his gun to shoot him with it. That would be some poetic justice there, though. He would laugh on the way out, he was sure of it. "Get a lock on the inside, sweetheart. I can pick a deadbolt too." He smirked at her. His lock picking skills were pretty incredible. When they were outside, he grabbed a smoke and lit it, inhaling sharply. As much as with everything else that had changed, he was assuming she quit smoking as well, so he didn't bother offering one.

"What brings you to this small ass town, anyway, woman?"

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[info]bound_kat
2013-09-25 08:08 pm UTC (link)
"You were dangerous," She said, absentmindedly. Zoryana knew better though, once a person learned how to take care of themselves and lived inside the world of street gangs and peddling drugs, selling it and possibly taking the lives of another person - They were considered dangerous. She eyed him, listening to the joke that he broke as she raised her brows. "You probably are dangerous, Ross."

He was the criminal that she had fallen in love with, the man that caused her heart to still skip a beat. She didn't understand that. She was still eyeing him when it came to watching him with the gun, holding her breath as he brought it back to the counter while she was opening the door. She didn't like the fact that she didn't have hers on her, didn't like the fact that her eyes kept coming back to those little hiding spots that she had for them. It was unsettling for her. He mentioned that he could pick a deadbolt, causing her to blink several times before looking towards him. "Perhaps I'll get a guard dog instead." She didn't like dogs, never had. Zoryana was highly allergic to them but that was something that she never shared with anyone but the department when she had her yearly medical exam. It wasn't like Zoryana had anything to worry about though, Ross had been the first one to actually break into her house.

You couldn't blame her and the way that she looked at the cigarette though as he was lighting it. It took a few seconds but she looked away, her attention being drawn to the backyard as she noticed that her tree needed trimming and her hibiscus needed some attention. She sighed, trying to think of the morning that she'd have time to do it all. What brought her to Crescent Cove? She reached up, fingers sliding her hair behind her ears as she shrugged softly. "When you have someone or a group of people who you were once investigating while being undercover and some of those people got away, the departments take a lot of precautions and find you another location to work. I got stuck here, not that I mind it. I can finally have a white Christmas when it comes." She had always wanted to have that. "How did you find me, Ross."

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[info]bound_ross
2013-09-26 12:00 am UTC (link)
Can't really deny that, I guess. He thought this to himself at her mention of him being dangerous before... and probably still dangerous. It wasn't easy to change that kind of lifestyle. Ross had pretty much spent his whole life being that way - defensive, angry, with no concern for the repercussions of his actions. He started fights in school, if anyone made fun of his sister, or him, or made a comment about their parents. He wasn't sure why he had ever defended them, but he had regardless. It was a strange life, back then, and it had only gotten stranger as he grew to become a so called 'head gang member.' Let's not forget prime drug dealer.

"I didn't take you as a dog person. I love dogs." He'd never really had one before, no money when he was younger and no time when he was older, but he never had minded them before. If he ever had a friend (which, to be fair, wasn't frequent or long lasting) and they had a dog, he thoroughly enjoyed playing with it. But aside from that, his animal interactions were pretty nonexistent. "I wont break into your house again. Scouts honor." His cigarettes changed hands so he could do the scouts-honor move with his right hand. Authentic. Kind of.

He noticed her eying the cigarette and then looking away. He took another long drag, trying to finish it quicker. He was in a better mood, that was for sure. He shouldn't be, really. He had no right to be happy, and she had no right to stand there and act like it had hurt her more than him. Everything was confused, a total and complete mind fuck. But her face... Well, it made him smile. He couldn't help that. He had never been able to help that. It was why he had taken such an interest in her in the first place.

Ah, now the real questions were coming. His face fell again and he went back to being a little more defensive. "I have my ways. You weren't hard to find. A couple people I knew watched the police station, waited for someone to address you by name. The internet did it's thing, and I had someone hack into the police's files to find out where they transferred you to. You really should have gone into Witness Protection or something if you didn't want to be found." He had a lot of time on his hands to track her down. Determination, money, and the right kind of people could get you anything.

"Are you mad that I found you? I'll disappear if you want. I have my answers."

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[info]bound_kat
2013-09-26 12:27 pm UTC (link)
Zoryana wasn't that much of an animal lover to begin with. Having an animal meant more responsibility, it meant that you were willing to bring someone else into your life and take care of them. Zoryana couldn't do that, she couldn't be responsible for something else other than herself. Look up the bang job she had done thus far. "I'm not a dog person, Ross. Though when someone happens to break into my house and proceed to raise a gun to the back of my head, it makes the distaste for animals seem non-existent." She watched him with the scouts-honor motion, shaking her head softly towards it. There was a pull of a child-like smirk at her lips as she spoke once again. "No, you can use the front door now. You know? Knock like a normal person."

Though, Zoryana didn't like people inside her home. She had personal things here, she had the memories that were attached to the sister that she never spoke about. The second half of her that had always felt was missing ever since Acacia had been murdered. She had been eyeing the cigarette for two reasons: the wanting of having one never really settled. Sure, Zoryana could say that she was completely over and that she thought that they were disgusting but it didn't mean that the switch for the desire to have one didn't switch over. The second was that she wanted the smell to go away. Even though she felt as if she was hurt, she was angry more than anything. She wasn't supposed to be face to face with him again, it wasn't supposed to happen. Zoryana wasn't supposed to here, cheeks still wet due to the tears that she rarely cried and with a heart that sank deeper than anything else. Ross was supposed to be lost, he was supposed to have been lost to her forever.

Zoryana didn't deserve any type of happiness in her life. That was a personal choice. Listening to how he managed to find her, she blinked. They had given her the option of the Witness Protection, though she had turned it down. Zoryana wasn't a Witness to a crime, she had been there in the middle -- she had been an officer that had taken control of the situation and along with the others that had been there, they had managed to take more than half of the people to jail or prison, depending on their crimes. Was she mad? Zoryana wasn't sure but she had shook her head violently the moment those words came out of disappearing.

"In a sense, you will have to remain like a ghost, Ross. You're still wanted and if someone happens to point you out to the authorities, well. I can't do anything," Her voice fell, moving towards him once he got rid of the cigarette. She raised her hands, fingers tracing the shape of his jawline. "Do I want you to disappear, personally? No, I wouldn't want that again. I have too much to make up to you to just wish you away, Ross."

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[info]bound_ross
2013-09-26 02:59 pm UTC (link)
Invited to use the front door, eh? That was a good sign. His cigarette was done by this point, though he still wanted to remain outside. After a few moments he casually flicked the cigarette over her fence and into her neighbor's yard. He watched her as she stood there, seeming to be in some sort of inner conflict. He hated that he was the reason for such pain to be on her face. Maybe this was good, tough? Maybe this was how things were finally going to start going right for Ross. He wanted that to be true, so true. He remained silent for a few more moments, just watching her. He didn't even care if it was awkward, he had missed her so much. It was surreal to see her standing in front of him, like this. Calm, talking. Not all the ways he had envisioned their encounter to be since the day she turned on him.

But, she didn't want him to go. He didn't even hear anything about being wanted, whatever. From the second she said In a sense he knew she wanted him to stay. With stipulations, obviously, with concerns, that was true. But she wanted him to stay with her and Ross wanted that more than anything else. He moved forward and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off the ground into a spin. When he set her back down he planted a kiss on her lips that would make any girl go weak in the knees (doubtfully Zoryana, though, she was not just any girl). "I missed you." He whispered into her ear when he broke off the kiss, still holding her tightly.

"I don't care about authorities, Zoryana. When the fuck have I ever cared about that?" He asked, though there was still a bit of laughter in his voice. "No one knows me here but you. I'm not wanted in Maine, I'm wanted in California, and to be fair, they have more problems than finding me." He wasn't truly concerned about being caught all the way out here, unless Zoryana decided to turn him in. He was going to trust that she wouldn't do that again.

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[info]bound_kat
2013-09-26 07:40 pm UTC (link)
There wasn't a day that she wasn't in some inner conflict. Ross knew Crystal, he knew the woman that she hadn't ever been. He didn't know who she was, who Zoryana truly was. "I just have one rule in my house, Ross. You can't laugh at the statue of the tiger by the door." There had been a statue that she once picked up while she had been traveling. She had a story behind it, of the reason of why it was so important to her. From the outside, the statue looked as if it should've been thrown out though its marbled body had been put together by different colors of clays, fusing together to create the big cat that she had taken so many hours to make sure had been cleaned. "And you can't be disgusted by the fact that I am a health nut. Honestly, eating with you when I did while I was undercover made me sick every single day." It was truth. She made a face, happy that she had her own food back to herself. No, Zoryana was one that rarely ate anything other than fish and vegetables, fruits and nuts. She watched him flick that cigarette as she sighed softly.

It was laughter that came from her the moment that she was in his arms, spinning if only for a few seconds. That was happiness. She wouldn't have let anyone do that to her, not when she was undercover. Someone tried that, Zoryana got defensive and highly trigger happy. Though, she remembered the first time that Ross had done it to her, Zoryana felt happy, not angry. The kiss? Just because Zoryana wasn't like any other girl, it didn't mean that she wasn't weak in the knees. Her hands moved to take hold of his shoulders, keeping herself on her two feet. She let those words sink in, the words that she had wanted to hear from him. Her hands moved around him, pulling herself in for a tight hug as she nodded, "I'm sorry, Ross. You can say it all you want but I am sorry and it killed me that it happened the way that it did." She paused for a moment. She swallowed hard as she shrugged softly. She couldn't finish what she wanted to say, she didn't want to start crying again. It wasn't right.

Zoryana knew that he didn't care that much about the authorities. He was right about California having more issues than hunting someone down, even that they couldn't do right. Zoryana licked her lips softly as she nodded again. "You are wanted in Maine, Ross. I want you here. It might not be as fun as running from the police or making their lives a living hell but I want you here. You tracked me down for answers and I know it's not really my place to ask for you to stay."

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[info]bound_ross
2013-09-28 04:23 pm UTC (link)
Ooh, rules. Ross hated rules. He's a criminal, what do you expect? But, for Zoryana, Ross expected he would be capable of following many rules. Like, don't kill people and drugs are off limits. Those were rules he could follow. He hadn't exactly been in either of those scenes since he had to go on the run, so it wasn't currently something he missed. Briefly, he entertained the idea of having a real job and doing something that would earn him a real livelihood, despite how low paying it would be in comparison to being a drug lord. But, her rules centered around a tiger statue he was not to laugh at ever, and her being a health nut. "I like salad." He shrugged his shoulders. Really, Ross would eat anything. He wasn't picky. He even liked Tofu and Tofu based things. "And I promise, I wont laugh." Not in front of her, anyway.

He refused to let her feel guilty about what had gone down. She did everything right, and it was his own ego and selfishness that had caused any disagreement or bad feelings between the two. He kissed her cheek gently once more, still holding her though her feet were firmly on the ground. "Stop. I know you didn't mean it, okay? I know. I'm sorry I didn't trust you entirely to begin with." He let his face rest against hers and let his hand run down the back of her head once more, in that gentle petting-motion that seemed to be so comforting for some reason. He breathed in her scent, exhaling slowly. For the first time in what felt like many, many years, he felt content.

"I'm glad you want me, woman. Because I want you - not as Crystal, as yourself. As Officer Zoryana Raqure, the beautiful police woman who let a hardened criminal like me into your heart and saved my life." She had saved his life in many ways, but that was a story for a later time. They had plenty of time to be together now, he hoped. "I'm sure I'll have more fun with you than I've ever had being a dealer." He kissed her again, but was interrupted by his stomach growling. "Well, speaking of being a health nut - do you have something to eat? I have been pretty on edge today, and the food at the shit little motel I'm at is extremely unappetizing."

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[info]bound_kat
2013-09-29 01:29 am UTC (link)
Zoryana grinned. It seemed like Ross could deal with the fact that she didn't really eat like a normal person. At least, that's what previous people had thought. She could be out with someone and they'd be turned off just because she wasn't going to be ordering something that most people ate. Zoryana almost liked the exotic taste, wanting to bring someone into her realm of food and the moment that she heard him say that he liked salad, Zoryana laughed. Hands moved up to cover her mouth, grinning ear to ear as she made a silly face towards him. "I'm glad that you do, it's what I normally eat for lunches and what not." It was honest. She had her days planned before they even happened, though Ross coming back into her life wasn't planned and it was unexpected. Zoryana couldn't say that she didn't like the surprise, even though it had started off horribly wrong.

Comfortable, that's what Zoryana felt even though she continued to feel weak in the knees. She blamed it on Ross, it was his fault. It was his eyes, his smile; his touch, his kiss. It was him all together and Zoryana didn't want to admit it to herself. She was known as the badass around the department and if this had ever gotten out, how she practically melted in a lovers embrace, she would never be allowed to live it down. She heard him speak again, frowning somewhat as he told her to stop. She didn't like being told what to do, had a horrible time with it and even had a horrible time with it while being under cover. She swallowed hard, moving her forehead against his as she closed her eyes softly. She moved it towards his shoulder though, staying there for a few moments before her hands moved to his neck, clasping her fingers together behind. He was back in her life, back in her arms and personal space. Zoryana wasn't going to let that go.

Zoryana had always wanted him, even when she had turned on him. She wasn't going to bring that up again, trying to make herself keep it out of conversation as she smiled. She shrugged when he mentioned about saving his life, she wasn't too sure about it all . She had been one of the reasons why he was on the run, why he still on the wanted list and why he had one hell of a hard time getting settled for a while in one place. She was going to still feel guilty, no matter what was going to be said. He should've known that much. Biting on her bottom lip, she looked back at him just in time to have that kiss, returning it. She wanted to make things right. "Oh yeah, I'm loads of fun." She winked. He mentioned he was hungry but did she hear the ending of that correctly? He was staying in the motel? She blinked, unlatching her arms from around his neck as she grabbed his chin with her dominate hand. "Tell me that you aren't staying at the motel and that was just a joke. If it wasn't, I have a spare bedroom and while my food might not be the best thing in the world, it's still better then motel food. That's almost as bad as airplane food." She mumbled, looking at him. He had to be joking, right?

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[info]bound_ross
2013-09-29 01:55 am UTC (link)
"Loads and loads of tofu fun." He joked at her, no longer holding her but standing very, very close. Ross didn't want her out of his sight. It had been so long, so long since he felt this way. Ever since she had told him to run, he'd been harboring such bitter resentment, such hate. It clouded the way he truly felt about her, how he had the moment they had first kissed, first laid in bed together. It was all rushing back, and even Ross felt a bit weak. She was distracting and beautiful, he could hardly keep his mind on any one thought. Everything was upside down, but he didn't care. He had wanted this more than anything, and now it was here. Within reach. Ross Richards, criminal, drug dealer, gang leader, was going to go Domestic.

His face got very serious when hers did. He was worried only for a second - but the smile broke out once more. She was concerned over where he was staying? Really? Ross had lived in seedier places than the Crescent Cove's most questionable motel. He let out a little chuckle and shook his head. "Where did you expect me to be? A four-star hotel? C'mon, woman. Things are cheaper here in Maine but they aren't that cheap." She offered her spare bedroom and Ross could only give her a look with one raised eyebrow, a decidedly inappropriate look on his face. "Spare bedroom you say? Does it come with a spare woman, about your height, brown hair, beautiful in every way possible?"

He took her hands at this point, leading her back inside. Once the door was shut (locked and deadbolted) he pushed her against it. Not hard, mind you. It was a very subtle movement, he more leaned her into it, his hunger for food momentarily forgotten. He was hungry for something else entirely now, and his lips pressed up against hers once more. This kiss, this was like their first real kiss. All those hidden desires and passions all bound up in one quick movement, that lingered and lasted longer than it should. He broke it off with little kisses to her lips, his hands on her face, thumbs rubbing her jawline. "I love you."

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[info]bound_kat
2013-09-29 02:19 am UTC (link)
Zoryana rolled her eyes. She ate more than just tofu! Zoryana just really didn't have time to makes sure that she ate proper meals so fixing salads and the like was just convenience more than anything else. Then again, Zoryana didn't really figure herself to be the type to do what she just had done: invited him to stay in her guest room. Zoryana lived alone, she liked living alone but when it came to the bleeding heart of hers that she refused to even acknowledge she had, it screamed at her to bring Ross into the picture. Her hands had moved away from him, almost wanting to reach out and make sure that he was still .. real, that he was still there besides her.

Of course she concerned about where he was staying! For him to think that she wouldn't be would just be silly. Zoryana felt as if it was the least she could do, offer him the spare bedroom and hope that he'd take it. She raised her brows towards his chuckle, watching him as she caught herself from taking his hand into hers. No, it wasn't going to happen. She crossed her arms, "I figured that you'd be in a location other than some seedy motel, Ross." She responded, looking at him. She caught that look that he was giving her! Did it come with whom? She blinked, shaking her head slowly before she grinned. "That spare bedroom does not but if that doesn't suite your fancy, I suppose I can always offer up the side of my bed that I don't happen to sleep on." The devil was in the details and Zoryana had that same look that she had given him during their first encounter together, back when she was undercover.

When they got back inside, she eyed him while she blindly locked the door,sliding t he deadbolt in place. She really wondered who else would have the balls to break into her home, other than Ross. Speaking of, Zoryana turned slightly catching the leaning of Ross in mid-action as she looked at him. If it had been anyone else, Zoryana would've pushed them away. He spoke about being hungry, which she thought he had meant food. Maybe he had, whatever. Zoryana was confused on that part but blocked it for a moment, leaning into him as she returned that kiss, not giving one damn about the fact that he had been leaning against her as well. Whatever it was, Zoryana wasn't going to allow space to come between them, not during the kiss that felt like it was a blast from the past. It would've left her breathless but Zoryana remembered to breathe through her nose, feeling it come to an end. She heard those words, nudging his cheek with her nose. "Right back at you," Which had always been something that she said. Zoryana had an issue saying the word 'love', no matter if she felt it or not.

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[info]bound_ross
2013-10-01 01:33 am UTC (link)
Ooh, so she was offering to share a bed now. Step up. "That'll do." He agreed easily, letting a finger run down her cheek again. Ross wasn't completely blind to her discomfort, as much as he also knew she liked it there with him, too. He stepped back just a little, however, to accommodate for that. He didn't want to upset her any more than he already had. Now, he felt bad about it. In retrospect, he should have just knocked and talked to her about it. But all those months... all that time. Well, hindsight is 20/20 and all that, right?

The 'right back at you' didn't bother him. She'd always been like that. Ross kept his words guarded, but he always meant what he said. He had no trouble telling her that he loved her, because the sentiment was true. He did, he had from the moment he saw her and even through the moment he thought he'd lost her forever. He kissed her cheek again. "I know, woman." He replied softly, before he turned back towards the kitchen. "If you still feel wary about my gun, take it. I don't need it." He wouldn't carry it again ever if she didn't want him to, though he had a feeling she would let him keep it again at some point.

The refrigerator was his next stop. He opened it, and though was not particularly excited over its contents - or lack there of - there surely was still something to make a quick meal of. Eggs, for one, were healthy. He was sure she would have some, but failed to see them right away. "You got eggs, woman, or do I need to run to the store?"

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[info]bound_kat
2013-10-01 11:37 am UTC (link)
Was she ready to sleep with him in the same bed? Of course, Zoryana wanted that again. She wanted to be calmed whenever she was having a nightmare of some event that she hadn't told him of, she wanted to be held whenever she felt like turning into some meshy bleeding heart. And she could only do that with Ross. There hadn't been anyone else that she ever became that with, no matter how hardened she appeared to be. She agreed to taking the side that she didn't sleep on, which had her smiling. Zoryana just had to get used to the idea that someone would be inside her house, that she needed to move her deceased twins journals from under her bed and put them somewhere else. The attic seemed like a good spot. She pushed that idea to the back of her mind for now.

She blinked when he called her woman again. She wasn't sure if she liked it or not, feeling as if she wasn't given much of a choice in the matter but she purred in response to the kiss on her cheek. He spoke about the gun, which she had almost forgotten about. She blinked, licking her lips as she canted her head. "Just don't pull it on me, especially don't raise it to the back of my head again." She whispered softly. Was she wary of it? Of course she was, she had every right to be but who was she to say that he wasn't allowed to have it when she had a few laying around the house. Zoryana was a lot of things but hypocritical was not one of them. She watched him in the kitchen, staying there against the door for a moment longer before she took a lean against her counter.

There was a lot of vegetables and fruits, cold nuts and soy milk. That was about all she carried inside her home at a given time. Zoryana wasn't real big on getting things that she never had the mind to prepare. Most of the time, she just didn't have the time or passion for it. She shook her head to the question. "What you see is what I have."

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[info]bound_ross
2013-10-10 03:32 am UTC (link)
He laughed when she gave him the stipulation that yes he could have it but only if he didn't pull it on her again. "I'll do my best." He was clearly joking - he would never pull the gun on her again. But Ross was generally a happy, joking person when he wasn't doing some kind of business. It countered Zoryana quite well, seeing as she was less of a happy, joking person. He hoped sometimes he was able to lighten her dark moods. He touched her face again before turning back to the desolate fridge. He grabbed whatever fruit was nearest and a handful of nuts, downing those quickly.

"You need to eat more, seriously. I mean veggies and all that are good for you but you can't possibly be eating enough food." He put a hand on her small waist, giving her the raised eyebrow kind of look. "Maybe... tofu burgers or something?" He'd eaten them before - it was surprising to him that he'd liked them. He'd never understood the point of those kinds of foods but they were decent nonetheless and if it was all Zoryana ate he would just have to sneak real food when they weren't together. Which he was hoping was not very often.

"Ok, lead the way. I'm pretty tired." Not really, but he knew the second he got in bed with her he'd be happier and more comfortable than he'd been in a long time. Just the thought made him want to sleep. He smiled at her again. It'd be a while before he could truly process how everything had gone down - sleep seemed like a good way to start that process.

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[info]bound_kat
2013-10-10 11:03 pm UTC (link)
I'll do my best. Those words sent shivers down her back. Zoryana didn't want to have a gun pulled on her again, the fact that it happened in the first place still wasn't sitting well with her. Though, she deserved it. Look what she had done to him, to his family and to the heart that she thought that she had at the time -- which she had and it had broke from the moment that she told him to run. She knew that she had issues with her dark personality, it was a struggle that she was trying to get over but if Ross remembered, her other personality of a laughing woman who couldn't stop poking fun at anything came out while she was drinking.

She heard what he said about her eating habits. She blinked towards him. She had watched him down the handful of things that he had picked and chosen from her fridge, she still remembered the fact that he had touched her face and all she wanted to do was melt right there. Zoryana wanted to show that she wasn't all that dark, though she didn't know what it meant. She didn't like giving things away, didn't like to put herself in a situation that meant that she wasn't in charge. She was very dominating in her own life -- to give that up? Zoryana was slowly going to freak out if she thought about it any more. "Tofu burgers? I eat meat, Ross. I just don't eat it all the time, once in a few months." She wasn't vegan, she had her meats. She reached out and touched his nose, sliding her index finger down the front of it as she smiled. "I just haven't had a reason to keep anything in the fridge and now, it seems like I do." Zoryana never lived with people, not after she ran away from her home after seeing her father at her sisters funeral. She'd have to adjust to it again.

Her hands moved to grasp his, moving closer to him when he had said for her to lead the way. Zoryana leaned in and kissed him softly, drawing away as she held his hand while moving towards the house. "To be honest, I've missed sleeping with you." She didn't mean the sex -- just sleeping next to him, it had brought her some type of peace that she wasn't too sure of how to explain it. She led him to the bedroom as she pulled him in front of her, stopping short to lean on the door frame as she watched him.

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[info]bound_ross
2013-10-11 02:22 am UTC (link)
Ross knew she had a fun side, too. Drinking had actually gotten them closer at some points. Knowing that she could be light hearted was a nice thing, but Ross had hoped that someday she could be that way without drinking. He hoped that more often then not, at least with him, she could be that way without alcohol guiding her hand. He smiled at her, though. Despite a lot of their relationship being a lie in words, the way they felt together had always been more than their pasts, their names, their so-called identities. Ross Richards was not just that drug dealer and gang member from Cali, the one who caused so much trouble they had undercover cops to come in and break everything up. He was Ross - son, older brother, fan of french fries, ice cream, and the guy who got scared in horror movies despite acting tough. Zoryana was not Crystal, but there was enough of something there within both to keep Ross completely in love.

"Well, meat is good! It's practically a sin not to enjoy at least one burger every few months." For Ross it was like every few weeks if not days, but the constant junk food on the run had cost him some of his well-defined abs and he was not about to let that slip up any more. Of course, Ross had a pretty well organized work out schedule to keep in shape but he had to admit feeling a little flabby even if he still looked complete in shape. "Healthy eating will be good for me. But I do live off more than trail mix." Which is what everything in her fridge was to him. Fruit, nuts, trail mix. He was a growing man, he needed a lot more sustenance then that.

Food was completely forgotten when she kissed him. He grinned, and let her head him up to the bedroom. She leaned against the door frame and all Ross could do was stare and shake his head, letting out a soft sigh. "You never cease to amaze." He said, letting a hand rest easily on her hip for a moment as he placed his forehead against hers. "I haven't had a good night's sleep since the raid." Ross had no shame in admitting these things to Zoryana. It was another reason he loved her so much. He had always felt like he could tell her anything. And, he was quite sure, she had refrained from telling her superior officers some of those things that he probably should have kept to himself. He was still alive, wasn't he? Unable to speak to his family, sure, but alive, and so were they. "Let's go to bed then, Zory."

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[info]bound_kat
2013-10-12 12:00 am UTC (link)
If someone were to ask what kept her from being light hearted and full of life, Zoryana might've responded with weakness. She blamed her father for that one. She had been the tough girl for all her life, the one who took all the hits even though they weren't actually meant for her and the one who protected her twin as best as possible. Zoryana had two secrets: the anger that manifested inside her from time to time scared the living shit out of her, she didn't know how to deal with it unless she was at the gym, beating someone up or kicking the living crap out of the one of the punching bags -- the second secret? She blamed herself for what happened to her twin, which made her believe that she didn't exactly deserve something good in her life, such as Ross. Though, maybe fate was going to give her a second chance.

Zoryana rolled her eyes to his comment about trail mix. "It gives you energy, which is enough to start your day. I work so much that I sometimes forget to actually sit down for a meal, to take a moment away from what I am so focused on that my eating habits are just that -- trail mix, as you like to call it. Trail mix, soy milk and fruits, veggies and the occasional steak here and there." Once in a while, the old lady from next door would deliver home baked cookies but Zoryana rarely ate them. She just never had a sweet tooth unless there was something seriously bothering her -- which she always ate cookies and straight sugar from the packets during the whole month of her sister's passing. The woman couldn't really explain it and she wasn't going to start.

She licked her lips after she pulled away from the kiss, grinning softly as she canted her head. She shrugged softly towards the compliment as she raised her brows. "I've always amazed someone in some fashion or another, though I can honestly say that the only person I want to amaze from this moment on is the person I'm looking at." He spoke about not having good sleep, not since the raid. Her heart sank, raising her hands to his face as she traced his jaw, "I owe you a good night sleep then." And more. Zoryana was still guilty about the entire thing, even though Ross would bicker with her about how she should move on. That was the thing about Zoryana, she rarely moved on from anything. She reached for the hand on her hip, moving to lace her fingers in his as she stepped away from the door frame, dragging him again as she heard him. "Did you know that I always watched you sleep, traced the muscles of yours and watched over you. I never went to sleep until I made sure that you were already there," She mumbled.

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[info]bound_ross
2013-10-12 03:43 pm UTC (link)
"Well, what you need is someone at home who can cook and worries about the state of your health." He nodded seriously, though there was that everlasting hint of a smile on his lips. He made no promises to delivering lunch or anything, because the last place Ross wanted to be was around any sort of police figure aside from Zoryana, but he could make her lunches to go and have dinner ready when she got home. And maybe breakfast on Sunday mornings. Deep at heart, Ross was a family man. There were a lot of things he wanted in his life that had never seemed attainable, and things he had forgotten for quite some time.

Now, it seemed like all of those things were back in his grasp. Things he had given up on since before he met Zoryana. They had hinted here and there when he'd met her, and he thought about leaving the gang and giving up his criminal life to become a good man for her, but he was so deep in it there was no way he could have. Now, it was different. He could be that man for her, and Ross was determined for it to be that way. He wanted more than anything for them to be able to just get to know each other, fall in love all over, fall deeper in love, get married, and maybe someday have kids of Zoryana wanted that. White picket fence, a job as a mechanic. It would never pay much but it was what Ross actually loved doing.

His attention was pulled from that pleasant reverie as she told him about how she used to watch him fall asleep. "I know. I liked that you did that. I didn't say anything because I didn't want it to end." Ross couldn't stop smiling. His heart felt so warm, he was happier than he had been in a long time. He could actually enjoy her without the threat of someone killing her from his gang or getting himself killed with all the shady things he had to deal with. "Good thing I fall asleep fast, I'd hate it if I ever made you lose sleep." He pulled her to him again, but this time, it was just for a hug. A nice, warm, Ross hug.

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