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Tweak says, "Use the garlic, Luke."

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 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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