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Post by KYON ADELE GIRARD on Aug 26, 2011 5:32:02 GMT
So that was the sort of man he was. Kyon didn’t really mind him choking her and she was incredibly impressed that he could do it without his hands. She was also quite sure that he would let her go before she passed out. Actually, he might let her pass out for a moment, but she’d be awake the very next second; that would be fine. The only thing she was slightly annoyed by was that he was holding her up off of the ground, since it wasn’t quite fair that way; she had left him with complete control of his legs and head while he had gone ahead and made her fairly immobile. Though she figured that he was trying to assert his dominance in the situation, and she supposed she should let him, just until she got sick of it.
Sure enough, just when her body began to shut down from the lack of oxygen, her eyes starting to roll back and her legs going limp so she lost her footing, he let up on her throat. She took as deep as breath as she could then, taking the air right from his mouth since they were still kissing, and her feet were able to support her again. And now she had to admit that being held up like that without being choked was rather interesting, it made her wonder how else he could move her around.
Kyon’s attention was distracted from Michael for a moment when she heard the call pulling up beside them and she turned her head ever so slightly to look over at it, causing their kiss to become a little sloppy. It was quite a nice car and probably more expensive than her own, but honestly she didn’t care much for it; what mattered to her was the man that owned the car, not the vehicle itself. She found it a bit disappointing that he ended the kiss the next second, yet she reasoned that this was the only way they were going to get past kissing, and choking.
"We're going to have to release each other if we want to continue exploring what we are willing to do to each other."
Kyon grinned lightly at his words and slowly began to release her hold on his arms. “Tease,” she whispered back, finally letting up on his hands. He, in turn, dropped her back to the ground and gave her back the use of her own arms, which she immediately utilized to rub at her slightly sore and overextended neck, not that this was the last minor injury she’d receive during the night. He began to turn toward the car yet she grabbed a hold of his jacket sleeve to pull him into a firm kiss before releasing him and shoving him away so he could do what he needed to.
This time, she walked behind him though she slipped into her seat before he did since he had to walk around to the driver’s side of the car. Once he was also seated, she swiveled around in her seat and laid back, her legs laying straight up and flat against the door and window while her head settled on his lap. This was cozy. “I’m ready to go,” she smiled up at him, clasping her hands at her stomach to keep her dress in place for the most part.
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Post by k1138t on Aug 26, 2011 21:20:16 GMT
As Michael got situated behind the wheel of his car, Kyon shifted positions until she was laid out across the seats with her head in his lap. Michael smiled, he liked where this was going already. "Are you comfortable?" Michael certainly was... maybe a bit too comfortable. Michael rested his right hand on Kyon's abdomen, maybe even let it explore a bit. Hopefully she wouldn't mind, though judging by what's lead up to this point, he doubted she would care all that much.
It proved to be quite the interesting drive to the motel Michael had decided to go to. Michael had decided against taking Kyon to his place, not because he minded if she knew where he lived, much, its just he didn't feel like wrecking his own place. And Michael imagined they were really going to destroy whatever room they were in. Not to mention blood was a bitch to get out of the sheets and mattress. What there was a good chance that there might be some blood. Just saying.
Michael pulled up outside of the motel he has a room rented at. Its a cheap place he keeps in reserve if a safe house is ever needed. Though after this he will most likely have to find another motel or something. Michael just hopes no one calls the cops over any commotion he and Kyon might make, though he doubts it. The people's ability to ignore the sounds of a commotion were one of the reasons he chose this motel. A lot of shady things go down here sometimes. Michael parked his car right in front of the room he kept rented.
"It may not look like much, but at least we won't have to worry about being quiet... or gentle." Michael smiled, thinking of the things about to happen. Michael let Kyon sit up before he retrieved the room key he keeps in his wallet. Michael got out of the car and walked to the door, placing the key into the lock. Michael was suddenly glad he had stopped for that much needed drink, it looked like he was going to fill some other needs as well.
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Post by KYON ADELE GIRARD on Aug 28, 2011 5:34:12 GMT
A soft chuckle left Kyon as Michael asked if she was comfortable. “Yes,” she said quietly, lifting a hand and touching his hip, “very.” He felt very warm underneath her, and she rather enjoyed it. That would be the only thing she would miss if she was a vampire, or if she were more prone to sleeping with vampires, it was the heat, especially the heat from blood. She thought it would be such a shame to lose that sensation, since she thought it almost as wonderful as the sounds that she could draw from people. At least that wasn’t something she would have to worry about at the moment.
As they drove, Kyon busied herself with messing with the man a little bit, hoping that it wouldn’t cause him to get too distracted and end up crashing the car. Her hands lifted up and one grabbed a soft hold of his thigh while the other moved to play with the bottom hem of his shirt, curling the fabric between her fingers and lifting it back up before letting it back down. Part of her was just having fun with him while the other part was trying to figure out what he looked like under all of that fabric. She knew how easy it was to mistake the way someone’s body looked under their clothes, but she knew that he had to be fit enough to be able to protect the king and queen, so really, what was she thinking?
When they finally came to a stop, Kyon shifted her eyes to look out of the window from between her legs, though all she could see was the dark sky outside and the edge of a building. "It may not look like much, The witch slowly sat up at this, swinging her legs back around so that she was sitting in her seat normally. He was right about that, this place looked like a dump. “but at least we won't have to worry about being quiet... or gentle.” A happy little grin crossed her lips then, yet the she simply shrugged. “I suppose it works,” she sighed, snatching up her purse. She exited the car after he did and rushed over to his side to grab up his arm again, leaning heavily against his shoulder and trying to look just like some floozy he’d picked up at a bar.
She waited patiently while he unlocked and opened up the door then smoothly walked past him to enter the room first. Waltzing around to one side of the bed, Kyon took a look around the space. It was a bit dingy in there, but at least it didn’t smell bad and the room was big enough for her, she thought. Hearing the door shut softly, the witch turned to look at Michael and smiled at him softly as she stood on the other side of the bed. Not saying a word, she grinned at him and lifted a hand, her fingers spread. All at once, the lights in the room blinked then dimmed and an invisible knife ripped open the front of the man’s shirt, also grazing along the middle of chest, leaving a long but thin cut on his skin.
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Post by k1138t on Aug 30, 2011 16:05:43 GMT
Michael let Kyon enter the room first, and watched her do so with a certain amount of grace. He watched her as she look around the little motel room. Kyon walked over to the far side of the bed and stood there staring at him as he closed the door behind the them. Michael suddenly thought the door closed with a certain amount of finality to it. Perhaps it did, there was certain to be quite the struggle in here soon. Though it was to be a fun kind of struggle Michael thought to himself. He imagined being with Kyon was going to be a battle for dominance, he didn't mind though, it kept things interesting. And honestly it was a battle he was looking forward to, normally he always wins such contests with women. He was excited to see who would actually come out on top in the end. As Michael was staring back at Kyon, wondering how things were going to begin, who would make the first move, she answered the question. Kyon thrust her hand out, fingers spread wide, the lights in the room flickered then dimmed as Kyon worked her magic. Michael stood motionless as the spell Kyon worked tore open his shirt, and left a fine cut down his chest. Michale looked down at the shallow cut as a tiny trace of blood began to fill the wound. "Hmm, how did I know there was going to be blood tonight?"Michael took off his jacket and the torn open shirt. Now it was Michael's turn for a little show of power. Michael placed his hands together in front of him as if in prayer, then separated his hands quickly. Kyon's dress was torn from her body, "Its a miracle, my prayer was answered", Michael said with a grin. "Nice underwear by the way." Michael headed for the bed and got onto it resting on his knees. "Where shall we begin?" , Michael said using his powers to push Kyon onto the bed. When she was close enough, he embraced her in a passionate kiss. Well I guess that is where we will begin. *FADE OUT* |
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Post by KYON ADELE GIRARD on Aug 30, 2011 20:45:16 GMT
Kyon practically giggled at Michael’s reaction to being cut. He was just so nonchalant about the whole thing, being cut by something completely unexplainable, and she found that very exciting. She supposed that it was his turn to do something and she waited silently, staring at him with a soft grin on her lips and her arms now down by her hips. Her head tilted to the side softly, watching him press his hands together as if praying, but then a soft yelp left her when he separated them again. She hadn’t quite expected her dress to ripped away like that and honestly, she was a bit disappointed by it; that had been one of her favorites. "It’s a miracle, my prayer was answered,” Kyon immediately forgot about her dress and turned her eyes from its shredded remains on the floor to Michael’s face, a short bark of laughter leaving her. “Fucking hell,” she grinned, shaking her head softly. That was the stupidest thing she’d heard in a long time, but if he thought it was clever, then she’d let him have his moment since his powers quite made up for the stupid things that might slip from his mouth. Such as: "Nice underwear by the way." Well, of course her underwear were nice, she’d never go out in public if her bra and panties didn’t match and if either wasn’t quite sexy enough. She never knew what was going to happen. "Where shall we begin?"Kyon had a few ideas of where they could start, but the man seemed to have made up his mind anyway as she felt herself being yanked forward onto the bed. She would have lost her balance and fallen flat on her face, yet Michael snatched her up and before she could say a thing had his lips on hers. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Shit,” the witch groaned, lifting hand to her head and slowly sitting up. Why was she on the floor again? She twisted her hand to look over to where Michael was laying and grinned slightly. Or right, he’d thrown her there. Well, the ground wasn’t that comfortable and the cuts on the backs of her legs were stinging from pressing against the carpet. With a bit of effort, Kyon got onto her knees then to her feet so that she could walk over to the bed and collapse on top of it, sighing as her body relaxed into the comfortable mattress. She was looking even worse now than when she’d arrived at the club earlier in the night, but she felt so much better. Her bones might be aching and she had so many new cuts and bruises, she didn’t even want to think about how they would feel tomorrow, yet she was very happy. And she could really go for a nap right now. With a huff, she dragged herself to the head of the bed and slipped under the covers, not worrying at all about getting blood everywhere; they could always bleach it out. “You coming up here?” the woman asked the ceiling, her eyes closed. Though of course she was talking to Michael. She really didn’t care if he joined her or not, it would just be nice to know if she could sprawl across the bed or not before falling asleep. |
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Post by k1138t on Sept 3, 2011 13:03:05 GMT
Michael noticed when Kyon began to stir and listened as the first and only word out of her mouth was shit. Michael smiled, he knew the feeling that caused her to say that. It came from the aches and pains they both no doubt felt, but at least to Michael they were a good ache. He was happy Kyon had the stamina to keep up with him, though he had to admit that there were times that he was keeping up with her. It was good to know that they were pretty evenly matched, he wondered how a fight between them would actually go. Perhaps they would wind up killing each other in the end. Michael smiled at his own line of thinking, this is what you think about first thing afterward. Yep Michael you really need some help, was all he could think as he chuckled quietly to himself.
Michael needed to stand up. The rough little carpet fibers were like small little talons ripping into the fresh scratches on his back and arms. He also wondered just how much blood there was around the small hotel room, given the number of scratches on each of them probably quite a bit he thought. Michael sat up slowly realizing for the first time the massive bruise to his ribs, on the left side of his body. Michael took a deep breath wincing a little at the pain cause by the bruised ribs just from breathing in. Well no more heavy breathing for now then. If worse comes to worse he'll just use some of the V he keeps around for healing up. Michael doesn't like to do that often but he is in a rough enough shape that he might need to. After all he prefers to look presentable when he goes to work.
Michael responded to Kyon's question, "I think I will join you up there, I definitely need some rest after that." Michael made his way to his feet again slowly as his knee seemed to be bothering him too. Michael still worried that all these aches and pains brought a smile to his face rather that a tear to his eye. Maybe I'm going as crazy as the women I seem to be attracted to. Then again who doesn't have a few issues.
Michael stretched a little, feeling out the various aches and pains that would probably hurt more latter. Then he walked over to the bed crawling under the covers next to Kyon. Tonight had been a good night he thought as he lay there next to the witch. Michael wondered if Kyon was the type to mind if he draped his arm around her? Michael may have had issues but he also enjoyed feeling close to others, even if that closeness was an illusion. Michael decided to just go ahead and do it, better to do it and be rejected than to not to try at all, he thought. Michael rolled up onto his bruised side which stung like hell, but in a good way, and draped his arm around Kyon's waist. He then closed his eyes waiting for either her protest or sleep to come.
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Post by KYON ADELE GIRARD on Sept 5, 2011 3:35:58 GMT
With a pained sigh, Kyon shifted herself slightly so that Michael would be able to lay down. She had not particularly enjoyed the feeling of the large cut on her hip dragging across the bed sheets, but it did amuse her to think of the nice smear of blood it would leave and how the people that cleaned this place up would react to the whole thing. Well, that was assuming that they actually cleaned in this dump, perhaps it would just stay this way for the next guest; that would be even better. No matter, all she wanted to do now was get some desperately needed sleep. “Don’t move too much,” she mumbled, also turning on her side and tucking her forehead against his chest, if only for the heat. One of her hands lifted from under the sheets and the lights immediately shut off. The air conditioning unit under the window also switched on, going at full blast so that it would be easier to sleep in with the room cold since they were both still rather hot from exerting themselves so much and maybe their wounds would start to feel a bit better. Laying a hand on the man’s hip, Kyon finally settled down and let herself drift to sleep, silently reveling in the slow trickle of blood she could feel under her fingers. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The witch only woke up when sunlight made its way through the crack in the curtains and hit her face. She let out a soft groan and pressed her face into the side of Michael’s chest, not wanting to have to get up just yet, she was very comfy. And the next second, she really didn’t want to get up since all that had happened last night had just come back to her. Her hand felt stiff as she grabbed at the blankets to pull it over her head and block out the sun then she settled herself into the man. The scent of blood and musky sweat was stronger now that it was all trapped under the blanket with her, yet she rather enjoyed it. It was a strange feeling, but she would rather enjoy spending a part of the day with Michael. Usually, she would have left as fast as she could, not wanting to suffer anyone’s company for so long. Michael though, he was so very different and she was actually interested in him as a person and not just someone to throw around. It was even a plus that he was mostly human, unlike the weres, vampires, and faeries she sometimes brought to bed. Part of it must just be her wanting to have someone to relate to that wasn’t even crazier than she was, because she could be as sane as anyone else if they gave her a chance. Deciding that it would be best to start waking herself up, so that the day wouldn’t be wasted, Kyon poked her head up from under the blankets. Her chin remained pressed to the man’s chest and she stared up at him for a few seconds. She’d been too enamored with his powers earlier to notice, but he was really quite attractive. Puckering her lips, she started to lift her head to kiss him softly, yet she quickly shook her head and placed her head onto her own pillow. What was she up to, thinking of kissing him for no reason? She wasn’t so gentle, it must just be the blood loss getting to her. |
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Post by k1138t on Sept 16, 2011 17:36:51 GMT
Michael awoke instantly as Kyon began stirring, he was a rather light sleeper. This had actually kept him alive more than once but those were stories for other times. Michael was curious as to what Kyon would do, so he remained still as if he were still asleep. He had anticipated many things Kyon was likely to do, at least from his line of thinking. The most obvious choice he thought was that Kyon was going to crawl out of bed as quietly as she could. Then get dressed and be out the door. Michael actually found himself hoping that wasn't going to be the case, it was not often Michael found a woman as strong or in to the same things he was, in bed at least. The second option was of course that she might still go for a weapon to kill Michael in his sleep. Michael readied his powers just for that eventuality. Fortunately readying his powers didn't require any movement.
Michael was tempted to open his eyes as Kyon just appeared to be resting her chin on his chest. Was she staring at him he wondered? He wasn't sure because he'd have to open his eyes to confirm if she was. He wasn't quite yet ready to let her know he was awake. Michael then felt as Kyon began to move, her hair was sliding over his chest as she seemed to stop with her face close to his. Michael could tell where her head was by where he felt her hair on him and right now it was laying on his upper chest and neck. Was she going to kiss him? Michael would have found that unexpected though welcome. He had longed for a little more intimacy in his life.
Though it would seem that today was not be that day as Michael felt Kyon shake her head and lay it down on her own pillow. Michael scolded himself for his disappointment. The type of girl that would go through last night happily was not the type to be affectionate Michael reminded himself. If you want the affectionate type you are going to have to tone down your own sadomasochistic behavior he told himself. As many times before Michael told himself that he needed help. To behave like he does and still want love, love was for normal people. That was something his mother had told him growing up, and it was something Michael knew to be true. He wasn't the type to love or be loved.
Michael finally opened his eyes, starring at the dingy ceiling. "Good morning", was all that he managed to say. Michael reflexively rolled over on his side and wrapped his arm around Kyon. He thought of stopping himself but found no harm in letting the illusion last just a little bit longer.
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