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Mary Anne Bell ([personal profile] song_tra_bong) wrote2006-10-29 09:12 pm
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Mary Anne doesn't move when she sleeps--no tossing and turning, no kicking or flailing of arms. She tends to wake up in exactly the same position she drifted off in, at least when she's sleeping alone. Some training dies hard.

And some not so. The need to wake up ready to fight has eased in her somewhat; she's harder to wake and the process of waking is slower. It hasn't been a problem yet, so now she sleeps, curled on her side with her hands tucked beneath her chin.
ten_of_swords: (Dim)

[personal profile] ten_of_swords 2006-10-30 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
He remembers when he spoke those words.

He releases her.

"True words, but I also spoke far more truthful words that night. I am not to be trusted. I am not to be loved. I am not to be remembered when the storm passes, Mary Anne. Remember? You even agreed -- no trust, not love." His voice has the hard edge it once had, during the trials Gorlim faced.

Promised to never love you.
ten_of_swords: (Pretty Boy)

[personal profile] ten_of_swords 2006-10-30 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
He smirks faintly.

"Are they?"
ten_of_swords: (Evil)

[personal profile] ten_of_swords 2006-10-30 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Promises are important, which is why they should be carefully made," Ruin says softly. He pulls her shirt down low, exposing the scar above her breast. "Some promises are written in flesh."

His other hand goes to her hip.

"Kept in flesh."
ten_of_swords: (His)

[personal profile] ten_of_swords 2006-10-30 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps."

He doesn't think so.

Ruin leans forward, pressing his lips to her throat, knowing where Santino had been. It's a simple touch of lips as his hand moves from her hip to her hand.
ten_of_swords: (Hear You Scream)

[personal profile] ten_of_swords 2006-10-30 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
He sighs against her skin, his eyes closed.

"I love you. I love you more than I ever thought I could love anyone. I... don't know what to do with it all. Sometimes I think I can be a man again. Love and live like one. But I don't think I can. I want to hurt you. Taste blood and hear you scream."

Like he once did with her before he saw her as more than a conquest.
ten_of_swords: (Ruin & Mary Anne)

[personal profile] ten_of_swords 2006-10-30 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
He chuckles, his hand encircling her wrist.

"Just like that."

The grip tightens. He squeezes. Lifts his head to hover his lips above hers.
ten_of_swords: (Bloody Swords)

[personal profile] ten_of_swords 2006-10-30 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
Ruin kisses her, hard and forceful, while his arm slides around her waist and pulls her into his body. Nails dig into her side, under her shirt, while his other hand continues to hold her wrist. It's a steady pressure now, but he doesn't squeeze anymore. Risk breaking bones. Pain and blood and sex was fine, but he would never harm her.

Ever.
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[personal profile] ten_of_swords 2006-10-30 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Ruin releases her wrist so he can bury his hand in her hair, gripping at the base of her neck and tugging as he leaves her mouth in favour of her throat.

Sharp teeth, meant for tearing not piercing, move against soft skin. His nails scrape from her side around her back. Just enough to draw blood while he teases her neck with his teeth.
ten_of_swords: (Smut - Missionary)

[personal profile] ten_of_swords 2006-10-30 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
He pulls away with a growl so he can yank her tank top off to expose her chest. Ruin pushes her back, a knee between her legs, and drags teeth along the swell of her breasts while his hands claw at her hips.
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[personal profile] ten_of_swords 2006-10-30 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't speak, and his mind is silent, but his hands and mouth move with freedom. His teeth rake over a nipple while he presses his knee up against her. He loves the sounds she makes, the pain in his shoulders where her hands grip, and his face grows hot with lust.
ten_of_swords: (Smut - Bite)

[personal profile] ten_of_swords 2006-10-30 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
He moans before latching onto her breast, biting and suckling. His hands span her waist (delicate but so strong pale white), thumbs rubbing lightly near her navel. Ruin sets a slow rhythm with his knee, loving the feel of her against him and the scent of her blood. Not much, yet, but enough to bring the predator forward in him, eager to taste more.
ten_of_swords: (He Grins a Broken Smile)

[personal profile] ten_of_swords 2006-10-30 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
Ruin sits up enough to pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside. He grasps her hands, rests them on his chest. His eyes shine brightly, yellow-tinged and wild. "Hurt me, Legs. You used to be real good at it."

Then he bends over to kiss her deeply, sharp teeth tearing at tender lips as he tastes her blood on his tongue finally. He shudders, his heart pounding, savouring the taste in his mouth, between their kiss.

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