Demi Rafferty (enavant) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-02-29 11:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2019 [03] march, demi rafferty, isaac callahan |
look into your eyes and the sky’s the limit
Who: Demi Rafferty and Isaac Callahan
Where: The Butler Dance Education Center
What: Demi and Isaac reunite after weeks spent apart. NSFW
When: March 1st, 2019 - Late Morning.
The Butler Dance Education Center seemed untouched by the recent growth in zombie activity since the Hellhounds had blown a hole in La Quinta. Demi was relieved by this fact as she drove up to the building, killing the engine on the truck and giving a look to the patch who had insisted on riding along with her. “You’ll stay here, understand.” This wasn’t a question, but an order. While she hadn’t been able to win the argument that had ultimately ended in the patch riding along with her, she wouldn't have her reunion marred by a third party watching their every move. She had been looking forward to this moment since the very second they had confirmed it would happen, even going as far as starting a mental countdown leading up to it. Demi missed Isaac, after eight months of nearly constant togetherness not having him with her left a hole that couldn't be filled by anything or anyone else. She missed him so much she was willing to risk facing off against zombies to see him. If someone would have told her months ago - upon her release from La Quinta into his custody - that she would have fallen for him, well, Demi would have called them insane. Yet, here she was madly in love with a man who was nothing like anyone else she had ever been with. Regret hung over her over the way they had spent their last few months together, an icy chill blanketing their relationship. Doubt threatened to seep in and try and convince her that that chill might still remain, even though he had risked everything, given up everything and compromised his own morals to free her from La Quinta a second time. She was sure that no matter how long they lived she might never be able to make that up to him. But, she was going to try like hell to. With one final look towards the patch in the pickup, Demi shouldered the bag she had brought with and climbed out of the truck. She had told Isaac to meet her around the side of the building at one of the smaller entrances to the building - an entrance she had used on more than one occasion when their studio had held events here. So as she came around the corner of the building, knife strapped to her leg and gun holstered at her hip, Demi couldn't help the grin that spread across her face, nor the way her pace sped up at she caught sight of Isaac. While some people might have gone with a subdued kind of greeting, Demi was in fact not ‘some people’ and she practically threw herself at Isaac upon reaching him, her arms going around him in the tightest hug she could manage. “Hey you,” she murmured, standing on tiptoe to press a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I missed you.” “I missed you too,” Isaac said, wrapping his arms around her just as tightly. He’d had a lot to think about in the past month when it came to the Capitol’s leadership and “justice” and how he’d let that affect him and Demi. He couldn’t bring himself to condone or side with the Hellhounds, but his eyes were opened to the fact that Olinger was wrong. Now that he was away from that, Isaac wasn’t going to let anything come between him and Demi again. Pulling back, he glanced around them, happy to note that they didn’t have any friends sneaking up on them. Even still... “Let’s get inside,” Isaac said, grabbing one of Demi’s hands to hold as they entered the building. Though the place seemed quiet and overall deserted, Isaac still led them through the entire building, checking every room, to make sure they were alone. With no zombies or Patrolmen lurking in any dark corners, Isaac gave Demi a smirk as he began leading her back towards the small lounge he’d seen in passing. “I promise I’ll watch you dance, but first--” he trailed off, pulling her in for a proper kiss, his heart already hammering in his chest in anticipation. He’d missed her so damn much. “But first this,” Demi murmured as she broke the kiss, her heart already racing and her breathing heavy. Reaching up she laced her fingers together at the base of Isaac’s neck, leaning into him as her knees felt a little weak and her legs unable to hold her up. After months of a freeze out, and doubts as to whether he would ever hold her or kiss her like this again, the rush of emotions and feelings was overwhelming. “Because I missed this too, so dancing can wait. Right now I want you.” She punctuated this with another heated kiss as she began backing Isaac back towards one of the couches in the room. They had lost time to make up for and Demi had no plans of rushing this meeting. No. She had plans to drag it out as long as possible, because with them living apart she had no idea when the next time she might see him would be. The back of Isaac’s legs hit the couch and he automatically sat back, dragging Demi with him. It didn’t take long for his mouth to meet hers again or for his hand to wander up her shirt, re-familiarizing himself with the feel of her skin on his. Pulling up the hem of her shirt, he withdrew from the kiss and gave her a grin. “I think this needs to go.” They were like two puzzle pieces fitting back into place and as Isaac pulled her down with him, she straddled his lap and hummed with pleasure as his hand found its way underneath her shirt, the feeling both familiar and absolutely missed. His grin paired with his words had Demi giggling, the noise echoing off the walls as she leaned in and brought her mouth right up next to his ear. “What are you waiting for then?” She practically purred, pressing a kiss to the hinge of his jaw before pulling back and grinning at him like the cat who very clearly ate the canary. While she waited for Isaac to make his move - and it was most definitely his to make - Demi slid her hands underneath the hem of his t-shirt, fingertips tracing over muscle and skin as she reacquainted herself with him. Hands moving over his his chest as if she were mapping it out, checking for even the most minor of changes in the time that they had been apart. In doing this she pushed the cotton of his t-shirt up higher until her hands finally stilled, one resting over his heart so she could feel the way it was hammering underneath her palm. Isaac didn’t waste any more time in pulling Demi’s shirt over her head, and then pulled his own off for good measures. They both knew where this was going and though he wouldn’t put words in Demi’s mouth, Isaac knew how impatient he was to feel her skin on his so he didn’t think she would mind his presumption. His lips trailed across her newly exposed skin, kissing along her collarbone and up her neck until his mouth was on hers again. Still, though, it wasn’t enough. With his hands moving from her waist down to her ass, he pulled her down against him and groaned against her lips. “You’re still wearing too much.” With a soft moan that was swallowed up by the kiss, Demi rocked her hips against Isaac. Her fingers already working a bit frantically on the button and fly of his jeans as his impatient - because she knew that’s what he was - words were groaned out. “I could say the same for you,” she purred, breaking the kiss and climbing off of his lap. Demi kicked her boots off first, then quickly she unbuckled the gun and knife holsters, laying them both on the ground gently near her boots as she shimming out of her leggings and discarded them in a pile with the rest of her stuff. While Demi undressed, Isaac kept his eyes fixed on her, though took advantage of the opportunity to kick his shoes off and pull his jeans off. He was impatient and the sooner all the obstacles were out of the way, the better. “See something you like?” Demi teased as a sultry smile played on her lips while she posed briefly, enjoying the lack of tension between them now. A stray thought struck her then -- the last time they had been together, all those months ago, they had been on a couch as well. It was a strange kind of bookend to a situation Demi never wanted to repeat again. “Nah,” Isaac said, a grin on his lips, waiting just long enough to get a reaction from Demi, who crossed her arms over her chest and scowled, before saying, “I see something I love.” The more he said the word, the better it felt. He’d been so reluctant to even think it once upon a time, worried he would disrespect the memory of Callie, but he wasn’t afraid anymore. They weren’t mutually exclusive concepts and he was done trying to make them be. “So why don’t you get back over here and show me what I’ve been missing.” With a bright smile - one that had appeared the minute “love” had slipped out of his mouth, Demi didn't waste any time in obliging Isaac as she took a couple steps towards the couch. “And if I don't?,” she questioned her smile shifting towards something with a hint of teasing around the edges. “Maybe I like the view from right here, studying something I love too.” Her gaze never left him as she spoke, Demi’s progress towards him deliberately slow and when she stopped it was just out of his reach - seeking payback for his earlier teasing, and a reaction, definitely a reaction. “Seriously? I haven’t seen you in weeks and you’re gonna tease me like this? Please, baby, don’t make me wait. You know I want you. Is that what you’re waiting for? For me to say that?” Isaac asked, looking up at her, a pleading look in his eyes. Demi didn't answer him, instead she closed the distance between them and climbed back onto the couch to straddle his lap. “You know you’re sexy when you're impatient,” she commented as she slide a hand between them to palm him over his boxers. “And that wasn’t actually what I was going for, I just wanted to wind you up, but I don't hate hearing that you want me.” The idea of him wanting her or not wanting her never even crossed her mind, though. Isaac had gone against everything he stood for to get her out of La Quinta, if she doubted his love or desire after that she really would have had to be an idiot. “Now, about not waiting,” Demi murmured moments before she captured his mouth with hers, the kiss heated and full of all the longing and desire that had built up over the weeks and months that they had been both apart and fighting. His mouth met hers eagerly as his arms moved around her waist, pulling her down against him. Impatient as Isaac was, it didn’t take long before he was bucking his hips back into her, groaning with frustration at the two thin pieces of fabric that separated them. With a little maneuvering, he flipped them over, pushed his boxers down then pulled at the hem of Demi’s underwear. Panting as he pulled back, he said, “Tell me you want me too?” Pushing at the fabric of her underwear, aiding Isaac in removing them, Demi met his gaze, her own breath coming quick as she answered. “I want you,” the words were frantic, rushed, but the sincerity within them rang out clear as a bell. “Isaac, I want you now, forever, God, for however long you’ll have me.” Reaching up she placed a hand at the nape of his neck, fingers toying with his hair as she pulled him back in close. “You make me the happiest creature in the world.” Demi whispered, her mouth millimeters from Isaac’s. Now that words had been spoke and assurances had been given, Demi’s impatience was rising and she bucked her hips up against him, a silent plea to give her what they both so clearly wanted. What they had both gone without for far long enough. “Let’s start with forever,” Isaac replied before his lips meeting hers once more as a hand grabbed at Demi’s thigh to move her leg around his waist before he finally entered her with a low groan. It felt like he couldn’t get close enough; he couldn’t kiss or touch her enough to possibly make up for the past month they’d spent apart. But dammit if he wasn’t going to try. No matter how many times Isaac expressed his desire to be with her, only her, for as long as possible, Demi couldn't ignore the way her heart kind of stuttered and a thrill ran down her spine, the idea was heady, dizzying even. A hum of agreement was the only noise she made though as his lips met hers again and her hands traced over the expanse of his back. Nails ghosting over skin and the taut muscles of his shoulders, digging in as he finally pushed into her and she moaned, a soft keening noise. There was a franticness in the way her hands moved then, grasping at him as if she could pull him closer, eat up whatever space she thought remained between them and erase in this moment the month long ache of being without him. Hips rocking against hers, he kissed her until his lungs burned with the telltale sign of needing oxygen. Reluctantly he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers. “I missed you, baby.” Breath coming quickly as the kiss was broken, her lungs screaming with the need for oxygen, Demi kept rhythm with him as she gasped out a soft. “I missed you too,” as her hand found his and she laced their fingers together. “And I hate it, baby.” “I know, it’s--fuck, Demi,” Isaac groaned, his head dropping to her shoulder and his face burrowing into her neck, his breath hot against her ear as he muttered out words of how much he missed her, of how good she felt, of how much he loved her, of how he wanted her forever. “Isaac,” Demi gasped out, each muttered word driving her closer to the edge. Within a series of moans and gasps, she murmured out her own string of declarations of love, of how much she didn’t want anyone but him, of how good he made her feel and how forever wasn’t nearly long enough. Her free hand carded through his hair and slide down his back before it settled at his hip, her hold possessive as her fingers bit into skin. “Fuck, I love you,” she moaned out, her body shuddering as she felt her release building. A hand tightened its grip on her waist as he thrust into her harder, feeling his release approaching. “Demi, I’m--Are you close, baby?” He asked, his voice shaky as he struggled to maintain control. “Yes,” Demi answered breathlessly, “God, yes,” her back arched up off the couch, the tension inside of her wounded so tight that she knew she didn't have much longer. “Isaac,” Demi was teetering on the edge, his name a soft moan that escaped her as she rolled her hips and the sheer bliss of her release whited out the world, the hold she had on his hip bruising by now as she rode out the waves of her pleasure. “Come for me,” she murmured, mouth pressed against Isaac’s ear as her hips began moving in rhythm with his again. Isaac didn’t need more encouragement than that, and moments later he followed her over the edge. Slowly his hips came to a stop, and with a exhale and a chuckle, he leaned in for another kiss. “Don’t ever let us be apart for that long again,” he said, resting his forehead against hers. “Never again,” Demi murmured as a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Eventually they would part ways again, but right now, in this moment, she didn’t want to think about that. All she wanted to focus on was Isaac and the fact that they were together. It took them a while to disentangle their limbs from one another and then put their clothes back on, but once they had, Isaac looked at Demi with a grin. “So how about some dancing?” A part of her wanted to refuse to be that woman, the one that hated being too far away from her guy. And yet she couldn’t help the way she quickly shouldered her discarded dance bag and returned to Isaac’s side, peering up at him with a nearly identical grin. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe I should make you wait another nine months,” she let silence fall between them for a good handful of seconds. “Keep you on the hook and wondering if I’m actually any good or not.” Even while she said this, Demi took hold of Isaac’s hand and gave it a tug as she began to move towards the door. Isaac was glad that Demi knew where she was going and just let her lead the way, chucking at her words. “If you left me hanging I would wonder why I went to all that trouble to get the extra room converted into a dance studio,” he said, giving her hand a squeeze as he clearly teased her. “Now, I thought you just did that to make me happy,” Demi quipped, picking up on Isaac’s teasing. “I won’t leave you hanging, I’m not that cruel,” she continued, grin still in place as she maneuvered them both down a series of hallways, effortlessly guiding Isaac through the decaying building that she had once known so well. Finally after less than ten minutes of moving throughout the building Demi came to stop just outside a door that was already propped open. “Ready for a show?” She asked with a impish little smile, her hand still holding his as she moved forward through the hopes door and into the studio with skylights. Looking around the room, he noted that it looked much better than the makeshift studio Demi had at the Capitol, but he supposed the space didn’t matter much when he would just be watching her. Leaning in to give Demi a quick kiss, he pulled back and went to lean against the wall. “I’m ready when you are. Bring on the show,” he said, holding back a smirk. If he wasn’t already satisfied, he might’ve tried to turn her show into something more risque, but it was long overdue for him to see her dance. It had been years since Demi had had this much space to dance in, but without the makeshift studio Isaac had constructed for her she was positive that she would be far rustler than she was. The familiar excitement she always felt before a performance began to creep up on her as she returned Isaac’s brief kiss and watched him move over towards the wall. “Just give me a moment to get ready,” Demi said as she set her bag down on the floor and sat down. Fishing out her pointe shoes, she slipped them both on and then took a few moments to stretch and warm up. Once Demi had finished preparing she flashed a wide grin in Isaac’s direction. “Prepared to be amazed,” she remarked as she moved to the center of the studio, settling into her beginning position on the floor and began a routine she could have done in her sleep. She moved around the space with ease, completely and utterly lost in her element. When she danced she could push aside all the things that were weighing her down and it was the most free she ever felt. Demi leapt and spun around the room as the routine continued, until finally she reached the end and stopped the routine in the same position she had began it in. After laying on the floor for a beat, she sat up and gave Isaac and expectant look. “Well, that was it. Was it worth waiting nine months for?” Isaac watched her, mesmerized by every last movement of her body, and when she laid back down he clapped, the sound echoing through the large studio. Pushing off the wall, he met Demi in the center of the stage and drew her into a hug, kissing her forehead. “Wish I could’ve seen it sooner, but thank you for the performance.” Giving her another squeeze in his arms, he pulled back, grinning at her. “I’m glad we got to do this today.” The echoing of Isaac’s clapping brought a wide grin to Demi’s face that seemed to light up her features like nothing else. She easily and happily slide her arms around Isaac’s waist as he drew her close, her head resting easily against his shoulder and she hummed at his words. “You’re welcome,” Demi replied her words muffled by the angle they stood at. Her smile didn’t falter even a little bit as Isaac pulled back, her dark eyes practically sparkling with the sheer joy she’d been feeling since the moment they had come face to face after so long. “So am I,” she agreed while she stood on tiptoe and pressed a quick kiss to Isaac’s lips. Demi had long since stopped trying to make sense as to why Isaac seemed to make her happier than anyone else had in a very long time, she was okay with it being a mystery as long as he remained in her life. And she meant it earlier when she had said she wanted him in her life forever. Any other amount of time just didn’t seem like enough. And…. |