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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
2011-12-20 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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