fbiblond (fbiblond) wrote in oblivionrp, @ 2009-03-16 19:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | sean |
Still Haunted (NSFW)
Who: Sean (some Molly) Closed
When: Crack of dawn Dec, 31
Where: His room
Skin against skin. There was something wonderfully erotic about watching his pale hand stroke the mocha perfection, dark silk that rose to press warmly against his palm. “Was that a yes?” Blunt fingers tickled her ribs.
Her chuckle turned into a laugh as she batted away the assault before rolling on top of him. Skin against skin. Already sweat slick, still heated from moments before. Her fiery center pressed just above his spent cock. The feel of her rubbing against him, sex and sweat perfuming the room, the coldness of damp sheets where they had been exposed to the air, the pattering of the rain against the bedroom windows, all combined into a dark, rich spell. He’d be ready for another round in no time.
“Leave it to you to torment it out of me, but that was a yes.” Her dark eyes showed the depth of her soul.
He could feel the grin splitting his face. “Mrs.
“It’d kill my parents. They’re very old fashioned when it comes to things like that.” He tried to look disappointed as he spoke, but he was aware that there was some primitive male part of him that wanted her to declare she was his, his family, his wife, to carry on the family name.
“Mmmm. Your parents.” She sat back up, her breasts jiggling tantalizingly as her fingers toyed with the hair on his chest. “Don’t want to disappoint them.” She knew him so well, knew it was him as much as he did. Not that her taunt had been serious.
“Sean!” The woman’s cry came from just outside the door. Karen. “Sean help!”
Through the door was an alley. Karen stood there wearing a hospital gown. She looked like a skeleton, under the turban her hair was sparse and patchy, her feet were bare against the wet macadam. She was getting soaked in the rain as she rained her arms, seeking comfort. “I hurt, Sean. Everywhere hurts. Help me.” He stepped forward and took her frail body into his arms, holding her to him.
“I can’t. Karen, I can’t. I’m not a match. Why’s God doing this?” His tears went unnoticed in the rain.
There was a horrendous explosion that threw him to the ground. He covered Karen’s body with his own. Behind him, the building reduced to rubble, pieces of a plane mixed with the concrete and steel.
“Sean.” A skeletal hand gripped his arm. He turned to look at Karen. Her eyes were blank and dead, yet still she spoke. “Molly… check on Molly.”
Fear churned in his gut, fear and pain and horror as he heard the ear splitting scream down the alley. He turned and ran towards the scream only to find a crumpled body, a knife sticking from a mass of blood soaked red hair. The kid was standing there, laughing. He looked at Sean and his eyes were as dead as Karen’s. He opened his mouth to speak and Molly’s voice came out.
“Get up, sleepyhead. You’re in there late.” Sean sat up as the knocking on the door woke him. “Run from yourself, and lift the weight of your burdens. Running and running behind. You have a date tonight with Sydney, a woman not a city, and you must be fresh and ready. No daisy’s, but try to smell nice.” More knocking at the door that separated his room from his niece’s.
His heart was still pounding from the nightmare. Damnit, every night since he boarded this ship.
“I’m up. I’m getting up.” He called out as he slid from the bed, nude. He headed for the gymbag to get out his workpout cloths when Molly’s word’s fully registered.
“I have a what with who?!”