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Tweak says, "Supa Star"

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

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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a_sinner
2009-09-03 10:09 pm UTC (link)

If his teeth were driving her mad his suddenly slow pace was even worse. Annalisa didn't do slow, she didn't do small, she didn't do quiet. Even as her hands were released she left them above her head for just a moment before moving them hungrily to his hair. It didn't matter how much she urged him on, Bryce was in control now and he set the pace. She was forced to slow down, calm down.

Her body was humming, itching, to move as he moved away from her glacially slow. Even when she was free she played along for a moment, not moving, letting him quiet the room. His words and, more so, his look, grated at her and she rolled her eyes, pushing herself impatiently from the wall until her hands were on his shoulders, moving him backwards to the bed, her eyes still locked on his.

"I meant you'd find another secretary," she told him with just a hint of attitude to her tone. She pushed him back onto the plush coverings, moving her knees to either side of is fallen hips as she looked down at him. "Were you thinking of her?" she asked him bluntly, her eyes demanding honesty.

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blugdeonjustice
2009-09-03 10:36 pm UTC (link)

Her palms on his shoulders were hot and though he knew with an easy forced footing he could stop any path she was pushing him towards, half the reason he'd stepped away in the first place was to rile a reaction out of her. Bryce just smirked at her, letting them both walk back to the mattress until he felt the backs of his legs hit the mattress, the heavy covering soft against his bare skin.

He didn't move to sit until she pressed harder and then with a jerk of her hands he was actually somewhat surprised about, he fell back to the bed with a plop and his blood rushing on fire by the action. Darting his tongue out to wet his lips as he laid back, pupils dilating as he looked up at her; Bryce's hand fought the urge to move to her unclad hips and failed miserably.

Sliding under the short hem of the shirt, he continued to look up at her with darkened eyes as she moved over him in what he would deny was pure sexiness. "Her who?" He knew who she was talking about but really she was being goddamn hot enough he didn't feel the need to bother with a secretary, she should have known that.

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a_sinner
2009-09-03 10:45 pm UTC (link)

She loved watching the look in his eyes- they gave him away every time. Despite any cool demeanor he attempted the way that they expanded when she shoved him and the way that they darkened afterward told her far more about her hold over him than he ever would. Just as much she loved the feel of his hands on her hips, the play of his fingers. She was suddenly glad that she'd never pulled on the shorts she'd intended to wear.

What she didn't love was his evasion. She would have been complimented by the implication of his words had they been falling from anyone else's lips- but she wanted the truth and she wasn't going to settle for less. Her own eyes darkened in a dance of anger and lust as her hand went to his throat, tightening gently. "Answer me Bryce," she demanded evenly.

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blugdeonjustice
2009-09-03 11:07 pm UTC (link)

His own hands clenched against her sides as her slightly roughened grip tightened around his neck. He gave a cheeky grin one didn't normally associate with a man with a pair of hands around his throat, but it was all part of the game and he did love her hands after all. Fingertips rough, palms smooth--they were dainty and feminine looking but nothing about the way they moved or grasped suggested the sort of woman really hidden beneath the well-manicured nails.

Purposefully tightening the muscles of his neck, pulling them taut, Bryce's head tilted just slightly on the mattress to look up at her. "And who exactly would be able to keep up with you?" He snarked knowing it still did not answer her question.

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a_sinner
2009-09-03 11:31 pm UTC (link)

Her lips pulled together, pursing in disapproval as he grinned. It was all a game but he wasn't supposed to be smiling. As his strong neck flexed beneath her fingers she considered how much he wanted her to tighten her grip and her own dark smirk blossomed on her lips. Her fingers tightened slightly but not enough to actually constrict his airways at all.

As he responded to her but didn't answer her again she sneered, pressing the heel of her palm into the base of his throat firmly. "Bryce," she said warningly. Her palm held there a moment longer before she slowly release the pressure but didn't move her hand.

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blugdeonjustice
2009-09-03 11:45 pm UTC (link)

As the grip tightened his chest began to rise and fall in a heavier breathing pattern; far from the actual need of oxygen, she wasn't holding tight enough but from the sudden lust of what she was doing. He was probably a sick fuck for liking it, but what did he care? She didn't seem to be bothered by it, in fact enjoyed doing it.

Case in point: As the butt of her hand pressed against his throat, his eyes closed for a moment trying to take in a breath and a shallow one came. Gasping quietly, he wet his lips and then opened his eyes back to look at her, his pupils almost dilated so so very little of the blue remained. Giving a squeeze of her hips, his lips curled before he sucked in both his lips, again, to wet them down. "I was too busy thinking about your ass to think about anyone else." His voice was deep, and he met her eyes; he didn't need to think about someone else when they fucked, she knew that.

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a_sinner
2009-09-04 12:05 am UTC (link)

Annalisa's eyes roamed over him, the look in his eyes, that small amount of fear hidden there- and more so the lust. When he tensed, trying to take a breath she grinned. It was a dark and lustful grin fueled by the surge of power she felt- not only could she seriously hurt him (although she never would) she could also garner any response from him she was looking for.

Like the answer to her question. She smiled down at him when he answered but didn't move her hand. Instead her thumb caressed the front of his throat as she let his words sink in. She technically knew, deep down, that he was just pushing her buttons but the mere thought of him thinking of someone else made her mad.

"Thank you," she murmured, leaning over him and letting her lips descend on him in a firm, passionate kiss, as if she sought to consume him from her position above him. She bit his lip a little harder, letting on to just how tightly wound she was- in a way it was a request.

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blugdeonjustice
2009-09-04 01:06 am UTC (link)

As she bent over, her lips moving to press against his in a violent almost messy sort of way Bryce slipped his hands down to her scanty clad rear-end, trying to lift his head to return the favor.

Letting his tongue trace the curve of her mouth, he snorted quietly, under his breath at her words and gave a softer kiss then what she was looking for on the skin of her lips. "Silly girl." He seemed to breath against her mouth, as if reassuring her of her wrongful notion. He wouldn't sleep around, not without good cause. He'd married her after all, not the other scores of women. And with that thought he pressed his mouth back to hers with the fervor she had been silently asking for, ready to remind her of that fact.

Phase Three hadn't failed after all.

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