pretty bird (wide_eyed) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-11-26 16:50:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | !complete, 2000-11, c: emma dobbs, c: tavish urquhart, type: thread |
WHO Silas Dobbs & Tavish Urquhart
WHEN 26 Nov 2000 | morning-ish
WHERE Flat above Pure
RATING Med
It had not been conscious, or at least completely conscious, that she had been careful to keep her naked back from him. Mostly she had focused on the other parts of what was going on; his lips on her skin, the touch of his hands, her body moving with his. It had kept her distracted enough that worrying about the four letters carved into her back seemed a far away dream, and when she had curled next to him or rolled off of him, her back was always away rather then toward. When morning would then come, she was always the first up anyway, sliding out of bed with a dressing gown and showering before he was awake and then getting dressed was an easy task. However, as that particular morning dawned, it was later then usual and her body ached for the sweet release of tension from a hot shower; Silas hardly bothered with the dressing gown, and her hand was weak in its attempts to shut and then lock the door. Really the marking was the last thing on her mind as she stepped into the tiled floor, her shoulders nearly physically sighing in relief as the hot streams hit her back. The first time (second technically?) had left her sore for days. Her inner thighs were tense and aching at the slightest movement, though unlike that first time it was almost a distant pleasant pain, as if a happy reminder. The third she had been sore for a day, maybe two; the fourth hardly at all. Last night...she was sure she had strained something because her hips hurt. She hadn't even know ones hips could hurt. Turning around into the cascade of water, Silas leaned her head onto the opposing wall and stretched the best she could, arching her back into the spray nearly moaning her sigh at the perfect pleasure/pain of tension. |