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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 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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