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Annalisa Montgomery ([info]a_sinner) wrote in [info]quaffle_rpg,
@ 2009-09-01 19:53:00

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Characters: Annalisa and Bryce Derrik
Date: 01 September 2004
Location: Derrik Manor, West Sussex
Status/Warning: Private/R- Sexual content, language, semi-violence
Summary: Annalisa is getting ready to go out but nothing's ever easy in the Derrik household
Completion: In-Progress



Annalisa was riffling through her closet, dropping clothes haphazardly around her as she pulled things out, held them up, and discarded them. She was tired, exhausted really, from working out and practicing all day. All she wanted to do was get a drink and relax, if only she could figure out what to wear first. If it weren't for the fact that she could pretty much guarantee that the press would be around if they went anywhere worth going, she wouldn't have cared. But she didn't want to show up in the dailies tomorrow with her hair in a messy ponytail sporting grass-stained sweats.

When she heard someone come into the room she poked her head out the door to find Bryce and gave him a quick smile. "Hey are you getting ready?" she asked, glancing at the clothes he wore- he was still dressed for work. "We're going out tonight, remember?"

Sure, she'd considered the fact that it was a Tuesday but what did that really matter? She wanted a drink. In fact, Tuesday just meant that the bars would be less full of people. A nice quiet night out- now there would be a change.

As she turned back to her robes she could be heard grumbling, "'got too many damn clothes."

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[info]blugdeonjustice
2009-09-02 01:20 am UTC (link)
He was tired. His head hurt. His neck hurt. His brain hurt. His leg hurt. That woman kicked hard. He wanted to go home, have a drink and have Ann rub him down, then maybe sleep. Throwing the brief case at the front of the door, knowing the elf would get it Bryce slumped his way into the kitchen to look for a beer and groaned finding nothing of the sort in the ice box. Phase one of relax and [possibly] get laid, fail.

Taking off his outer robes and throwing them over one of the dining chairs, he moved, though abately slowly, to his bedroom working the knot of his tie down as he walked. Phase two was still hanging in the balance, but he was sure he could pull it off. Working on the buttons of his shirt with a sort of half-committed twist of his fingers, Bryce had made it through half of them before lightly shouldering the bedroom door, finding it swung half-masted, only a quarter of the way open.

He barely registered that the bedroom was torn apart (a sure sign his wife was home and in the throes of an 'idea') and did not come close to being aware there were sounds in her closet. Eyes focused on his fist-cuffs and the attempts to undo them, he had an arm bent at the elbow working on one particularly stubborn white circle when he nearly jumped at the sound of her voice.

Looking up at her, Bryce's face was empty before he returned to his task at hand and she to her robes; however, he did realign his coarse towards her spanning hell-hole (no one required that much clothing!), his eyes still focused on his shirt sleeve even as he leaned onto the closet door frame.

At her words mentioning her closet choice he snorted. "You are telling me." Shaking out his wrists and arms, both sleeves fell down, opened finally as he then moved up to release the constraining tie all the way, letting the patterned fabric only hang loosely over his shoulders.

"And I'd rather stay home tonight Anna." His voice was the sort of tone that expected and argument but was trying to be forceful, stay its line, as he looked up over brows as his hands worked at the rest of the buttons of his shirt.

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[info]a_sinner
2009-09-02 01:31 am UTC (link)
Anna had certainly noticed his half-dressed fashion and yes, she'd admit that it was gorgeous, but she was focused. She'd been working too hard at picking what to wear to give up for nakedness (although the more she though about it, the better the nakedness was sounding...) No. Focus.

She glanced when he leaned against the door before turning back to the too-high closet bar. "I can't seem to pick," she told him, rolling her eyes when he 'agreed' with her about having too many clothes.

However, when he told her he wanted to stay home her jaw dropped and she turned to him. "Bryce! We already agreed to go out!" she argued snappishly.

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[info]blugdeonjustice
2009-09-02 01:54 am UTC (link)
He snorted, his shoulders raising with the sound, as if he was being vindictive and snotty and snarky all with the simple sound even as he didn't look at her. Her picking an outfit was like a kid in a candy store--she wanted everything, all at once.

Working on the last button and pulling the fabric from his trousers, Bryce's eyes finally rose to meet his wife's body and then realized she was turned to him, talking to him.

"Yes well that was before I got kicked in the leg and nearly strangled three people on the way home," he responded just a snappishly before letting out a breath, pursing and thinning his lips, pinching the bridge of his nose and stepping forward.

Reaching a hand out, he slid a finger along the long curve of her waist and tilted his head giving a pathetic as look as possible. "I'm tried and aching and I'd rather stay home- with just you." He added the last bit in in hopes to sway her, he had little doubt it'd work.

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[info]a_sinner
2009-09-02 02:04 am UTC (link)
Anna hated it when he made those stupid cocky little sounds. There wasn't any need to snort at her just because she confessed that she was having trouble choosing an outfit. "You're suck a prick sometimes," she said out loud, not caring if it was unneeded or not.

As his eyes fell on her- her curves, not her eyes- she realised he'd not been listening at all and she glared slightly. "How do you strange people on the way home. There's not anyone else apparating with you." She was curious on the getting kicked but she had a feeling he might have had it coming. Bryce was not exactly great with customer service.

"Well I'm sore and tired and have been looking forward to unwinding all day like you promised." she responded, not quite willing to back down. Of course, the pathetic look had taken the glacial tone off of her statement but that didn't mean he'd won.

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[info]blugdeonjustice
2009-09-02 03:01 am UTC (link)
He muttered 'bitch' back at her, though the tone was light, almost as if making a joke. He was a bastard and so was she--they thrived off of it and he didn't bother to make apologies for it. Bryce hardly missed the glare she threw at him, nor did he care. She didn't go for the touch and Phase two officially failed (not that he was surprised), he was cranky.

Moving to shrug his shoulders the muscles flexed as he flung back his shirt and worked to take the material off. Bryce turned away from Annalisa to toss it into her dirty hamper, not bothering that his own closet was on the other side of the room. The elf didn't care which side of the room it was on, he wouldn't either.

Reaching up to slide off the tie, he bundled it up and tossed it haphazardly out the doorway into the bedroom falling too many feet too short of the bed at which he'd been aiming. "I didn't apparate straight from my office dear. There was the client, then the secretary, and then the stupid assistant of a kid. I should fire him." He muttered the last bit, almost violent at the words as he worked harshly at his belt, as if removing it with vigor would somehow make up for his terrible day.

"Then go--have a good time." His voice was snide and cranky as he not quite looked over at her.

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[info]a_sinner
2009-09-02 03:11 am UTC (link)
Annalisa rolled her eyes though a smile tugged at her lips. It was typical banter for them, though neither were exactly joking, it was almost endearing. Almost. Anna had always found something comforting about the fact that Bryce was an ass. He wasn't perfect, he wore his flaws out for anyone to see and it took the pressure off of her to be perfect too. So what if she was a bitch? It was like an excuse to mess up.

She watched him with interest and bitterness as he took his shirt off and worked at the rest of his clothes.

"That's not going home, that's going to the office. What'd the kid do?" She only vaguely had an idea of who he was talking about.

"Bryce! You said you'd go out with me." It clearly meant nothing to him though. She sighed and tossed the shirt she was holding to the back of the closet before following him out of the bedroom, bitter and disappointed and feeling more than a little selfish.

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[info]blugdeonjustice
2009-09-02 03:21 am UTC (link)
Marriage had perks, he had to admit that; being able to undress in front of a person with little to no self-consciousness was a largely under-appreciated one. He'd never been particularly self-conscious before; still it was nice to know that he could remove his trousers without having to even think about the fact there was another being in the room with him, especially one that was following him as he tried to strip. That normally got the attention of anyone, he didn't care--it was his wife.

Grumbling something under his breath, just low enough he knew she couldn't hear him, Bryce finished with his slacks and moved to fold them meticulously, setting them down on the mattress as he glared over at her. "Again, as stated, that was before I got kicked in the shin. Exhibit, A." Turning then, he gestured down slightly raising his leg to mark the purpling bruise emphasized on the bone of his calf. The woman wore wicked heels, he didn't like her.

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[info]a_sinner
2009-09-02 03:28 am UTC (link)
Anna didn't take much notice of his undressing- it was something she'd seen time and time again and it wasn't going to do her any good right now. He was crabby and was ticked off. What she did notice was the way he folded his pants, as if the elves wouldn't take care of them for him. She nearly rolled her eyes again.

"What was that darling, I couldn't hear you," she said in a sing-song voice. She didn't care about the glare, it was just another of those things that she'd seen time and time again. "Did you take a pain potion?" she asked, raising a brow. The bruise looked nasty but it wasn't the end of the world.

"You used to be a beater- you can't tell me that this is the worst you've ever had," she told him, moving to examine it more closely.

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[info]a_sinner
2009-09-03 03:48 am UTC (link)
Annalisa felt her anger surge once again as he snorted derisively. Even more so was she angry that he didn't defend himself. To be honest, most of the time she didn't want him to agree with her about shit like this- she'd rather have heard that he was always thinking about her. Well, no- it would have been a lie and she hated being lied to- but it was a nice thought, him thinking about her.

Her eyes darkened as he threw gossip back at her and she nearly snarled. "Oh I do, baby. Don't you worry about that. I've got to have someone to keep me warm after all." The tabloids were full of shit. She didn't sleep with her team mates, she'd never cheat on Bryce and he should have damn well knew that. "For Merlin's sake! You know it's bullshit. If you're not 'man enough'?" She raised her brow in both defiance and challenge. He was such a fucking baby sometimes.

"Bullshit!" This was a classic fight for them and one of the things that actually made her feel closer to him. Fighting was what they did, she reminded herself, even as her anger rolled through her. She blamed him for not being here and he blamed her for being married to the pitch. It was how it worked and it took any real guilt off of either of them. "Or like I'd have a husband who was concerned with pleasing me instead of making sure his papers were filed properly," she bit back, stepping closer now that she was freed from his obnoxious barrier. "Or one who would be man enough to go out with me and show me a good time."

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[info]blugdeonjustice
2009-09-03 04:19 am UTC (link)
"Tabloid lies only last so long dear-heart! It's a two way street with your little paparazzi friends. Don't get too comfy and hide behind the lies!" Not that he really thought she would use it to have a real affair. She was smarter then that. Usually.

Her words were stabs at ever move she made to get closer to him. Sometimes their fights rose up a sense of passion and want for her body and her spirit. Other times their angry just left him exhausted. This fell somewhere in the middle--he was using just the right amount of energy and anger to ride the fence.

The words she spat in his face however still required a response, and Bryce couldn't handle the repeated stabs to his masculinity all the more.

His grasp was quick and fluid as he pushed her the distance to the wall and lifted her leg somewhat to his hip. Letting his other arm reach out, it grabbed for her arm, twisting his wrist so that like her back now pressed against the cool color of the paint, her arm was parallel to the wall, pinned in place. "I've always been man enough to please you," his voice purposefully dropped before he sucked in his lips to wet them looking down at her, as if letting his eyes catch on her rising and falling rhythm of her chest.

But as soon as it happened he was pulling away, glaring harshly, hiding his internal wound. "You'll just have to find a real man," he spit it as if he was being sarcastic and almost laughing at the mere thought she'd be able to find such a thing in comparison to the rest of her statement--his statement, "to show you a good time. Morgana knows you can't please me anymore." Another lie, but it was meant to prod her in the way that would most set her off. Just like she had done for him.

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[info]a_sinner
2009-09-03 04:35 am UTC (link)
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? I'll lose the attention of the tabloids if I don't really start fucking around on you? Are you completely psychotic? I don't want the attention of the tabloids- especially not for that price!" Where the hell did he get his ideas from? Sometimes she wondered if he thought at all before he spoke.

Like her husband, there were times where their fights just turned her on. The agression they brought out needed release and often led to sex- but there were other times when the wounds were too deep, or not deep enough and things just fell short. Those were the fights that led to her depressions and often ended in her acting out in one way or another. She had no idea how this on would go. The more they fought the more tired she was growing, just wanting to crawl into bed and forget that she'd ever wanted to go out in the first place. But at the same time, watching the way his body tensed and feeling her own tension made her itch for release.

Fence or not fence, the balance shifted dramatically when he forced her against the wall. Her heart began to pound and it was everything she could do not to give him the satisfaction of rolling her hips against him. Instead she pushed at him with her one free hand, as if demanding her freedom. A freedom that once she gained she regretted. Her nails dug into her palms as he laughed cruelly at her- as if no one else would have her. It was moments like that that she got the brief thought to actually cheat on him- to prove to him that she hadn't married him because she didn't have options. She was Annalisa Montgomery (Derrik a small voice reminded her)- she could have anyone she damn well wanted. But his voice cut through her mental ravings and as his words struck her any control she had on her temper broke like a too-tight band.

"I can't please you?" she bit at him, advancing on him quickly and shoving him, stopping short of actually punching. "That's not what you were saying last night you little jumped up prick!" she bit, her eyes flaring in her anger as she pushed him again. "If I'm so fucking horrible in bed then why don't you go find a real woman to do it for you? Or is that why you got kicked?" She couldn't even bother to mask the pain behind her anger. Her ability to keep up with him, to please him, to keep his interest had always been a sore spot for her. She'd slept with him for the first time when she was thirteen because of that fear alone, far before she was ready. She was never unaware of their age difference and in the years that they weren't together he'd made sure she aware of it. "How dare you!" she spat as her mind built it's case against him, her hand rising to slap him and even then she wasn't feeling satisfied.

"How dare you!" she snarled again, her fist clenching and unclenching as she struggled to control herself.

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[info]blugdeonjustice
2009-09-03 04:59 am UTC (link)
Bryce laughed again, this time meaning to be cruel in the sound rolling from his chest. "I was just thinking of the long legged secretary last night dear." Not true, but it felt good to pull out some of the same jabs she was making.

The fact that the comment got him slapped, he wasn't surprised. As he turned his gaze back on her, opening his mouth to stretch the skin to feel the burn of her residual marking; Bryce's jaw tightened into sharp angles and after a moment of his own breathing, he calmed himself down. It didn't do to hit, she may have hit him (and often) but he refused to lay a hand on her. He was in the very least, above that disgraceful practice.

Instead his hands reached for her wrists, not having missed the way they tightened and released, surely leaving nail-bites in her palms (and a sure sign he would be hit soon if he didn't do something). Pushing them both back to the wall, pinning her arms to the side of her head, he looked down at his wife as stoic as possible, though it was hard with the way she seemed to be nearly blowing fire up at him. "Stop being a tit and a bitch. I'm not fucking my secretary any more then your fucking the team. Alright?"

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[info]a_sinner
2009-09-03 05:10 am UTC (link)
She hardly even heard the growl that rose from her throat as he laughed and then spit that little fact back at her. There was a part of her that logically knew he was just taking a jab, he was just fighting, it was just words. But they were the jabs that pushed her buttons and she the anger that was rolling like thunder through her chest was now snapping in white-hot lightening bolts and she had no more need of logic.

Even as he pinned her against the wall again, reawakening that hunger, but with a much darker edge this time, she couldn't seem to let go of her rage. As he insulted her she jerked against his restraint as if to attack him, which she likely would have if he'd not been twice her size and still just as fit as he was ten years ago, if not more so. "If I ever catch you with that little bint," she began snarling, feeling both rage and possession sparking in her veins. She never finished her threat though as she took his lips in an angry, violent kiss, still fighting against his hands. She couldn't think well enough to form words to bite at him, all that was left to do was express her anger otherwise and since throwing and hitting were out of the question she didn't have many options.

The feel of him kissing her back only fueled her angry lips, a kiss that was more teeth than tongue. She was overcome with the need to throw him down on the bed and shag him until he was screaming her name (something that wasn't likely to happen anyway, she knew) and remind him of just how well she could please him. It was a strange urge for her as she didn't usually give in to possessive behaviour but the thought of him thinking of someone else while he was shagging her was driving her mad.

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[info]blugdeonjustice
2009-09-03 02:04 pm UTC (link)
She was trying to push herself into his face, he just found it amusing for some sick reason and as she began to make threats to him and whatever-her-face was he got right back, lips curled in his own cruel smirk. "You'll what?" Bryce's voice was challenging, as if almost asking her to try something.

When her lips met his, he bit at hers as if telling her how this apology was going to have to be from the fight, though he knew really, she was setting the pace--not him. Undulating his body into hers, his hands pulled her arms further up as if stretching them straight above her head as he kissed back, not backing down from the pace (and trying to make it for his own).

Thrusting his tongue, turning his head to a new angle; a knee prodded between her legs before, bent, it slipped and separated the two of them, his hip grinding against her. Pulling away from her violent mouth, Bryce moved to her chin, nipping at the skin and then down her jaw and the rise of her throat. She was an infuriating creature, hard and soft and he didn't know half the time which was which.

Turning his head to nip at the skin, suck on it lightly, he pulled away to mutter against her body, the flesh of her throat a canvas to his spoken words. "I'm going to have to fire whats-her now," each word was spoke to a new part of skin stopping just for a moment to suck on the soft skin just below her ear before he continued in a whisper breath against her lobe. "She was actually decent at her job."

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[info]a_sinner
2009-09-03 07:53 pm UTC (link)
Annalisa didn't think she had a very stupid husband but when he challenged her to do something about the fact (or fiction) that he was cheating on her with the stupid secretary she wondered about him. He of all people should have known that she'd stop at no means to go after her goals.

It didn't matter that Bryce was larger than her, stronger, and certainly domineering- she didn't care about his teeth or his bulk, she wasn't letting him take control of this. This was her fight and he was going to submit to her whether he wanted to or not. The thought alone pulled another quite growl from deep within her chest. As he moved her arms up above her head her leverage was taken from her but she felt new snaps of energy flowing through her body. The invasion of his tongue and knee both only fueled her growing desire and she greedily took both until he pulled away.

Her eyes were closed with a mildly victorious grin on her lips as he moved to explore more of her skin, still biting, still rough. But nothing would compare to the feeling of hearing him tell her that he'd be firing the woman- the woman whose name he didn't even know. "There'll be others," she murmured back, her voice rough and deeper than normal, her arousal apparent. The play of his teeth across her skin was starting to drive her mad and she was practically climbing the wall to be able to move, to do anything.

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[info]blugdeonjustice
2009-09-03 09:42 pm UTC (link)
With a squeeze to her wrists he slowly moved his hands from the smooth skin and rested his palms spread wide against the wall next to them. With a bend of his elbows so he could find leverage to move to the curve of her shoulder his lips sought out the tantalizing skin there, nipping at it, lips curling in a smirk as he moved.

Slowly pulling away, Bryce rolled his body away from her, even the very way he pushed off the wall was meticulous. Palms out, joints, and finger tips each carefully removed as he pressed away from her body. Spreading out his hands he gave her a look and a smirk and stepped back another step. "I don't see anyone else in our bedroom--so, no, I don't think so." He spoke as he gave a fake look around, though his eyes never left her, before his hands slowly lowered and with a tilted head, eyes on her as if to say 'really now, stop being over dramatic'.

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[info]a_sinner
2009-09-04 01:27 am UTC (link)
There was a rare, sated, pleasant smile on Annalisa's lips as she rest against him, simply enjoying the feeling of the pounding of their hearts. With a small chuckle, a mere expression of her happiness, she turned her lips back to his chest. "How's your leg?" she asked sleepily, her lips moving against the salty skin. She had meant to glance down and check on it but she was too content to move at all.

Annalisa wouldn't have been able to believe that they'd been fighting recently if it hadn't been happening for years this way. Despite the horrible things that they said to each other during their fights she always felt so much closer to him in these moments. It was these moments that solidified their marriage, these were the moments that she couldn't tell her mother or her sister about when they asked why she was with Bryce.

She murmured her affections against his skin, never quite saying what she meant, but then he'd know.

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[info]blugdeonjustice
2009-09-04 01:46 am UTC (link)
His head was resting lightly against the crown of hers, his arm curled under and around her playing with the ends of her hair dusting over both their bodies. Some days he hated even himself, knowing he manipulated the situation to get exactly what he wanted, but in this instance...they both seemed better off and he wasn't going to make any apologies for it. He was a Slytherin after all, and a lawyer. It was his job to be underhanded.

Letting his eyes close as her lips dusted over his skin, his own lips curled into a smile even as his chest rose and fell with deep breaths still somewhat winded, but slowly calming down. Moving his hand from her hair down her back, the tips of his fingers traced her spine as he chuckled. "It's fine." He'd actually completely forgotten about it in the scheme of things until she brought it up, and even then it took him a moment to recall the angry client's marking.

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[info]a_sinner
2009-09-04 02:00 am UTC (link)
She loved the feeling of him playing with her hair, lightly and almost ticklingly, this was one of the few times that she could ever just be still and relaxed- and it only ever happened with him it seemed. Annalisa grinned and curled into him as his fingers played over her spine, illiciting sweet chills.

With a small smile she looked up to his face and was pleased to see the grin that rested on his lips. "You'll have to tell me how you picked her off sometime. I don't want to ruin the moment just now though," she kisses him softly and lingeringly before smiling against his lips.

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[info]blugdeonjustice
2009-09-04 02:09 am UTC (link)
As her lips and cheek slowly slid up, his own gaze dropped to look down at her moving his free hand to her naked waist and down her hip, holding her in a loose embrace.

His mouth opened to start explaining the somewhat amusing (and definitely deserved) kick when her body ran along his to raise up, kissing his mouth. Returning the gesture he nodded and gave a soft peck back and then another in sequence before speaking. "Mum's the word." Bryce said cheekily before chuckling, the sound rolling against them both.

"So how was your day that I got clothes thrown at me and then shagged nearly in your closet?"

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[info]a_sinner
2009-09-04 02:16 am UTC (link)
She smiled against his kisses, laughing softly. "No, I want to hear. I just don't want to remind you of what had you so pissy earlier. I'm enjoying my tame, affectionate, husband right now thank you very much," she smirked playfully at him before giving him another kiss.

"My day? Mmm... I don't remember. Thanks for that," she kissed him yet again, pulling herself up to sit next to him. "I do remember that I'm sore and I deserve a full-body massage though." Annalisa had no idea if that would work but she figured it was worth a try. The truth was, her day wasn't horrible- she just didn't want to admit to that. She had things she'd taken care of throughout the day, she'd merely been looking forward to going out.

Of course, staying in had turned into quite the fortuitous event as well... Not that she'd ever admit it to him.

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[info]blugdeonjustice
2009-09-05 04:58 pm UTC (link)
He ran his hand over her skin but didn't say anymore, instead enjoying the returning kiss, chuckling quietly at her words. Separated from the situation he was not so bothered by what had happened earlier in the day, he had little doubt he couldn't tell the scenario with any problems of reoccurring frustration--however, Bryce had determined he too was enjoying the more relaxed feel of the room, at least for the moment.

However, when she made the remark of not remembering her own day at all, he laughed louder and had meant to pull her on to him completely when she moved to sit up. Rising on his own elbows, propped up to look at her, he watched as her dark hair fell in waves down her shoulders contrasting against her paler skin, enjoying the view.

"I'm the the one that got kicked." He teased, moving his weight to one arm so the other could straighten out and touch her side, lightly caressing the skin there as he looked up at her.

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[info]a_sinner
2009-09-05 05:24 pm UTC (link)
Annalisa rested her head on her knees, watching her husband with most of her affection unmasked. His touch was nice, gentle, soft- so different from what she was used to in general with him that it surprised her. "Well you hurt in one place, I hurt all over- and a massage won't do well for a bruise," she teased him, leaning into his carress. It wasn't long before she was laying on her back, grinning up at him expectantly.

"Pretty please?" she asked with a false pout and big eyes.

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[info]blugdeonjustice
2009-09-06 01:19 am UTC (link)
Turning his body, resting on his side Bryce leaned over to kiss the skin of her arm, still rubbing his hand over her side. "You realize-" he didn't get to finish his statement as she laid back and he rolled to lean over her.

"This isn't a massage Ann." He said with a small smirk of amusement but slipped a hand over her waist even as he did.

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[info]a_sinner
2009-09-06 08:53 pm UTC (link)
Annalisa laughed below his hand, grinning madly as she pushed him playfully to release her mouth. When he did and she was greeted with his lips she figured it wasn't a bad trade off.

His comment got a snort though. "If you want something and don't tell me what it is you can't blame me for not getting it for you," she pointed out, her brow up. He ought to have no fear of how many gifts he'd be recieving. Annalisa had always loathed the way his parents had treated him as a child and saw it as her own mission, in a way, to make sure that he had good birthdays and Christmas' with lots of well-thought gifts to make up for it. It wasn't anything she'd voice, of course, but it was the truth.

"Rubbish! Rubbish!" she called out in protest, laughter in her tone. She liked the weight of him on her body but he was just being ridiculous. "You're lazy, that's what you are. Laaazy."

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