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Tweak says, "I GOT YOU BABE!"

Mary Magdalene (gospel_of_mary) wrote in nevermore_logs,
@ 2013-02-14 17:35:00

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huitzilopochtli, mary magdalene

WHO: Mary Magdalene & Huitzilopotchli
WHEN: Just after midnight, 14th February
WHERE: Huitzilopotchli's building
WHAT: Oh, Valentine's Day
WARNINGS: sex? bad decisions and emotional paaaaain

The whole aura of Valentine's Day was putting Mary in a bad mood. She was trying to constantly forget about her disastrous 'love life' (if it could even be called that) and yet everywhere she turned for the last few weeks it was giant plush love hearts and smiling teddy bears.

She wanted to get herself back on track, or as on track as she ever was. Mary was known for being rather track-free. At 11.58 on the night of the 13th, Mary was sitting on the bed in her little apartment, twisting copper waves around her finger as she read the POSITIONS VACANT pages of the newspaper. She needed a change. Maybe anything would do it.

At 11.59 she circled a few things and did the maths in her head about how much she'd need to get make to the Grand Canyon and do that same trek again. But could she want to do it again? The last time Huitzilopotchli had been there. Maybe everything about that whole place now would remind her of him. She didn't want that. She and he were over and she had to accept that.

Midnight clicked over and Mary frowned at the paper. But why did she have to accept that? Because he'd said so? Because he hadn't responded to her message? Did he even mean it? Her chest ached and she knew, in that moment, what she had to do. She had to see him. She'd beg if she had to. For for Hummingbird, Mary would crawl on her knees.

She pulled off the clothes she'd been wearing and changed, pulling on a blue dress because wearing his colour had always pleased him. She combed her hair and smiled at herself in the mirror. This was the right thing to do. This would change things, would fix them. If he just heard from her lips how she really felt, knew that it was still true, then he wouldn't deny those same feelings in himself.

She spent the last of her money on a cab to take her to his building, the walk out of the question tonight. Shivering, Mary banged on the door and waited for someone to answer it.

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	gospel_of_mary 2013-02-14 06:59 am UTC (link)
	"Staying," Mary agreed, leaning in to kiss his throat. "I'm all yours. I always have been." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	bluehummingbird 2013-02-14 07:27 am UTC (link)
	He gave an appreciative sound at the kiss on his throat, going to lead her to his room. "Good." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gospel_of_mary 2013-02-14 07:32 am UTC (link)
	She followed him, her Aztec, her hummingbird. Mary let him led and and with her free hand she began unzipping the side of her dress, her heart in her throat. She knew now that she would do anything to have this. She would sell her soul to Satan himself and suffer all eternal tortures, so long as it meant being with Huitzilopotchli until then. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	bluehummingbird 2013-02-14 07:54 am UTC (link)
	Too impatient to wait, even though his color looked awfully well on her, he went to grab at her dress and forcibly pull it down. It had been ages since he'd seen and tasted her skin, and he wasn't in the mind of waiting much longer. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gospel_of_mary 2013-02-14 08:08 am UTC (link)
	Mary hadn't wanted to push Huitzilopotchli, too scared of pushing him away, but she seemed safe in keeping him now, at least for a little while. She wriggled out of the last of her dress, wearing nothing beneath, and pull at his shirt to get it off as well. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	bluehummingbird 2013-02-14 08:16 am UTC (link)
	He let her pull his shirt off, that the only moment where his hands weren't roaming all over her body, having missed the sheer feel of her skin. Gently he went to push her to the bed, lowering his lips to bite at her neck. He'd learned to be gentler, to temper himself with others. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gospel_of_mary 2013-02-14 08:19 am UTC (link)
	Mary ached against him with a breathy moan, feeling the shiver of desire and warmth passing through her. She'd forgotten. She'd forgotten how good every single thing about him felt against her. She titled her head, turning to catch his lips with hers as she wrapped her thighs around him. "I love you," she whispered against his mouth between kisses. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	bluehummingbird 2013-02-14 08:27 am UTC (link)
	His hands ran down her thighs and he shifted against her, desiring her and very much minding his choice of pants. At her words he drew back and grinned. "And I love you." Then he kissed her again before undoing his pants and kicking them off. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gospel_of_mary 2013-02-14 08:36 am UTC (link)
	Mary returned his smile. This felt right, everything about it. Once his pants were gone, Mary reached down a hand between them, stroking his slowly as they kissed. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	bluehummingbird 2013-02-14 09:17 am UTC (link)
	He gave a grunt of pleasure to the feel of her hand and arched into it for a moment before taking her wrist. He bit at her lip before using his other hand to raise her hips. Without waiting much more he moved inside her and hissed out a breath. Then he moved, still remembering what she liked, and didn't. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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