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CHAMBERS, samara b. (tracelines) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2011-12-18 16:02:00

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!status: complete, ^date: november 07 2003, character: elijah chambers, character: samara capper

Characters: Elijah Chambers & Samara Chambers
Setting: Chambers home, 7 November 2003, 10:12pm
Rating: R, for adult themes & language
Summary: Eli has been keeping secrets of his own.

It was certainly not every day that Chambers household was this quiet. In some small miracle, Samara's brother Benji had offered to watch Jason for the night which meant that they had the entire house to themselves; it was a rarity upon which she planned to indulge properly because the chances of it happening again anytime soon were rather slim.

Since these nightmares had started Samara had felt nothing but wound up, constantly on edge around her son and even around Eli but now that Jase was out of the house she felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders and maybe she should have asked for this sooner. Maybe all she needed was to get away from him for a little while, because she was always so worried that she was going to hurt him like she hurt the child in the nightmare. Drawing and painting didn't seem to ease the stress enough anymore and she had started smoking just within the last week and while that seemed to help some, it never was enough.

But here, now, with Jase gone with his uncle she felt light and for the first time she wasn't so sodding worried. She wanted to live and she had her husband with her which meant she certainly could find some way to enjoy the night more than just not having to watch her son. She knew that things had been tense lately, for all of them, so maybe this is just what they needed. They had already finished tea (more take-away) and she had no idea what Eli was actually doing but that obviously didn't matter. She tracked him down and ignoring whatever he had going on, sat herself down on his lap and smiled slyly at him. "Hi there."

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skittish
2011-12-18 11:32 pm UTC (link)

After dinner Eli retreated into his study to look something up. Thoughts always seemed to present themselves at the worst of time. While his research and current theories were never far from his mind, it did seem like a waste to be busied by it when they did have the house to themselves. Not that Eli particularly liked when Jason went with Benji, but he did notice that it seemed to lighten the burden off his wife's shoulders. He didn't need to be a genius to figure out why.

"If knew we were playing hide and seek, I would have hid better." His tone was light, matching the easy smile on his face because it was difficult to be anything other than pleased with a lap full of Samara with that look on her face. "You know, to build the anticipation and all, but I can't say that I am that upset with our current predicament."

With a careful flick of his wand, the books and notes out on the desk zipped away to their proper storage places. He had a good feeling about where this was going to go and he would hate to ruin any of his work in the process. Once that was sorted, he set his wand down and wrapped his arms around her, leaning up to kiss her.

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tracelines
2011-12-19 12:05 am UTC (link)

Samara shook her head with a bemused smirk. "I think I get enough hide and seek with the five year old in the house," she replied while he put away his things. Of course he would be working, he was practically compelled to do so on a moment by moment basis. She could understand why he was in Ravenclaw rather than Slytherin, even though many had questioned it about him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him for a few moments before she pulled back and said, "I can see I have interrupted something, though. I can certainly come back later when it's more convenient for you, love." She was still smiling coyly and she made no attempt to move, despite what she said.

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skittish
2011-12-19 01:49 am UTC (link)

"No, no, I believe this is a far nobler pursuit." Eli might have wanted to figure out exactly how the universe worked, but he would always have time for this. He was after all a man and sometimes that post-orgasm clarity could be what he needed to figure out the problem at hand. Not that he was going to make any sudden break through tonight. No, tonight would be purely recreational.

"Although I would be willing to negotiate the particulars if you are in the mood for a good debate." His tone was teasing, proof that he had fully switched over from any sort of work mode into something more suited to his current state.

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tracelines
2011-12-19 02:45 am UTC (link)

Samara nodded with a grin. "So long as our pursuit is noble, that is all that truly matters." She fingered the hair at the back of his neck lightly as she spoke, glad to have this reprieve. It didn't make her forget completely, but it pushed it all aside far enough that she could at least feel something besides worry and regret for something she hadn't even done - yet.

She raised an eyebrow, "Is that so? Well please begin to present your case, Mr. Chambers." Before he could really reply she lowered her head and began to kiss his neck, a smile on her lips as she did so.

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skittish
2011-12-19 05:00 am UTC (link)

He was sure that she wasn't playing fair. But then again, playing fair didn't seem all that important when she was doing that. For a moment he allowed himself to be lost to it, letting words start and stop on his tongue because he had missed this since the nightmares started.

"My case is quite simple and it requires me to present some critical evidence." Eli wrapped his arms around her waist, shifting his footing so that he might push himself to standing and in one solid motion placed his wife up on his desk. Once she was somewhat settled he crowded back into her space.

"You see, Mrs Chambers, I have a very sturdy desk that has gone neglected for far too long." But tonight there was no little five year old to harry to worry about barging in. Or worse knocking on the door and asking rather loudly if his mother and father were busy in that tone that was far too old for his years. With him out of the house, they didn't even have to worry about closing the door.

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tracelines
2011-12-19 05:45 am UTC (link)

Samara was a little taken aback by his sudden movement and tightened her grip around his shoulders, a squeak of surprise coming from her mouth that eventually turned into a giggle. She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment, maybe looking a bit nervous but also as if she were considering the offer. Dating and eventually marrying Elijah Chambers had come with the acceptance that he may scatterbrained when it came to intellectual things, but he was also rather spontaneous when it came to sex. Samara had been quite surprised by it at first, but it was something she had become accustomed to and eventually grew to enjoy.

"I don't remember purchasing the desk with quite that purpose in mind, but it might be in our best interests to test it." She placed her hand flat against his chest, toying with the buttons of his shirt. "If it's not going to hold up, you may want to consider getting a better one." Samara popped the top few buttons open and leaned up to kiss his exposed collarbone.

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skittish
2011-12-19 06:17 am UTC (link)

"For what other purposes would you buy a desk or any sort of furniture for that matter?" Eli could be a bit eccentric when it came to sex, but it fit with who he was. His mind was a marvelous, but strange place - thoughts, urges and sometimes even emotions just sort of tumbled out when they felt the need. It was rather liberating, or it would have been, if not for the fact that most people just didn't get it.

However, Samara was not post people and she was used to this sort of thing. That didn't mean there couldn't still be a few surprises, but not tonight.

Tonight was about going with what they knew because they had been here before. Eli knew just how to move so she could take off his shirt without disturbing anything else going on. He was well-practiced in the art of unhooking a bra with one hand with fingertips trailing over skin as it was revealed like promises of what was coming. While his words dissolved so that his mouth might explore other pursuits, his mind never stopped going.

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tracelines
2011-12-19 06:58 am UTC (link)

It should not seem like it had been so long since they had been together like this, but with the nightmares looming overhead she really couldn't remember when the last time was. It wasn't as thought the frequency should matter so much except that it did, because after seven years of being married and five years of having a child in the mix, it was rather important for the mental health of the relationship itself.

This felt almost perfect, if not for the nagging in the back of her mind that would probably never go away. His skin was warm and comfortable against her own and regardless of how many times they had done this before, she still felt just as exhilarated by the prospects as the first time. She moved her hands all over his exposed upper body, touching, tracing, memorising curves and angles of shoulders and ribs. It was always wonderful but then it was never enough.

Samara tugged her husband down atop the desk, eventually turning so that she could straddle his waist and begin undoing the belt and hook on his trousers.

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skittish
2011-12-20 03:13 am UTC (link)

There were truly few ways that this could be going better. In a few minutes he was going to have a naked wife on his desk. He already had a nearly naked wife on his desk and that was pretty good, which meant it could only get better.

While there was a time and place for long drawn out foreplay, right now was not it. Maybe later he would be open to such a suggestion, after all, they did have all night. His current goal was to remove all of these increasingly offensive pieces of clothing putting unwanted space between them. Eli helped her with his trousers, stepping out of them without much fuss. Sexy strip teases were not his thing. Not that he didn't enjoy watching them, just that he never felt particularly inclined to perform them himself.

Eli didn't even really see the point in mucking about in his shorts. No, if he was going to be naked, he was going to be completely naked, otherwise the shorts would just prove a hindrance later. And really only had the patience to deal with buttons, zippers, and elastic bands once.

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tracelines
2011-12-20 03:59 am UTC (link)

Samara was glad that the clothing was being shed so quickly because she did not want to wait any longer for this and it seemed that they were of like minds on this matter. As Eli stepped out of his trousers, she began tugging at the zipper of her own skirt and wondered why she chose to wear these types of clothing when they took so bloody long to take off at times like these. She couldn't seem to get the stupid thing unzipped and she was slightly distracted by the newly exposed expanses of her husband's body so she said, "Oh bugger all!" and gave up.

There were much more interesting things to be doing here than worrying about her bloody skirt, like kiss her husband's mouth, his neck, his chest, run her hands down the planes of his stomach, trail kisses down that was well. She pushed him back against the desk, running her hands down over his hips and trailing kisses after them. Samara had a destination in mind, but she never quite made it there because something on his right hip caught her eye and she remained there, frozen, just staring at the dark spot that matched her own on the back of her calf.

She opened her mouth once or twice but nothing would come out of it. Finally she managed, "Eli," and then, "what is this?" She didn't even need to ask because she already knew but for some reason she couldn't stop herself from asking anyhow. Her hand began to shake as she moved it toward the mark, pressing her thumb over it for a moment and then lifting it away as though it would not be there when she removed it. But it was still there.

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skittish
2011-12-20 05:49 am UTC (link)

Oddly enough the sudden turn from sex to interrogation did nothing to quell his erection. As far as he was concerned this could still be turned around. He was still naked and she was still touching him. Besides he didn't think she had figured out what the spots meant, although he had been quite careful to keep his concealed along with the fact he had been having nightmares. He was a man of many secrets and he wasn't above keeping some from his wife.

"That?" He said, reaching up to run a hand through her hair, distract her from the little mark just below his hip bone. It wasn't something he wanted her to worry about. "It's not anything important." The lies came easily, as did the kiss that chased after them. It was a smart play, if her lips were otherwise engaged she couldn't use them to ask questions or make accusations.

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tracelines
2011-12-20 06:14 am UTC (link)

Samara shook her head, pushing against his chest, pushing him away. It did not happen often, but right now she did not want to be kissing this man, she just wanted answers from him. She could feel all the stress that had left the house with Jase building back up inside her chest, threatening to suffocate her again. She stumbled back away from him. "How?" she pleaded, unsure if she could even get any real words out at this point.

She rummaged on the floor and snatched up his shirt, feeling far too naked now and wrapped it around herself. "How could you keep this from me, Eli? Why would you?" Her voice was small, but at least it was working. "I tell you everything about mine, and all the while you've been having them as well?" She held her arms around herself tightly and they shook violently, almost as badly as the first night she had the nightmares. But he'd been having them this whole time too. She wouldn't believe it if the evidence hadn't just been staring her in the face.

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skittish
2011-12-20 10:29 pm UTC (link)

Samara might not have been as smart as he was, but she certainly could keep up. Looking back, he would have realized it was foolish that she wouldn't know what that mark was - not when she had one of her own and a number of people saw fit to go on about them. Although really the only thought he had then was 'why now?'

Eli scrubbed his face his body felt like a pile of knots pulled in the wrong direction. This was not he wanted. "In the finest of sense, I didn't keep anything from you - you simply never inquired if I was having any sort of similar experiences and there was no need to share any findings before they were somewhat more conclusive."

It wasn't the first time that Eli had kept secrets from Samara and it wouldn't be the last. It was just the less common version where those secrets directly effected the two of them.

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tracelines
2011-12-20 11:05 pm UTC (link)

"Oh!" Samara's face twisted in anger. That answer was all it took to bring her frustration bubbling to the surface. She pointed at her husband with narrowed eyes. "Don't you spout that psychological bullshite at me, Elijah. This isn't one of your research projects. It's been a sodding week now, there is absolutely no reason why you shouldn't have told me this."

She sat down in his desk chair - or rather fell into it, as she was still shaking though it could have been from anger now - and looked over at him. "What are yours about?" she asked sternly. To be quite honest she didn't really want to know, but because he had not told her she felt like she had to know now.

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skittish
2011-12-21 01:34 am UTC (link)

Only this was very much one his research projects, just not so much in the official capacity. "Are we honestly going to have this conversation now?" With him standing naked, still wanting other things. Except he didn't really need to ask the question. He already knew the answer, which was why he reached for his shorts. Eli pulled them back on and sat back in his chair watching her, thoughts of beautiful desk sex becoming more and more distant.

He let her question go unanswered for a moment. Eli was tempted make the remark and honest observation that she needed to spice a bit more spices to properly flavor things, except he knew that was not the sort of answer she would want to hear, even somewhat jokingly. "Well, seeing as you're on a roll tonight, what do you wager my 'dreams' are about?"

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