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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.
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[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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[personal profile] ten_of_swords 2006-10-30 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
He groans, breaks the kiss to toss his head back and arch into her nails. Like fire across skin, and he revels in it.

His eyes clear some as he grins down at her.

"Haven't lost your touch, huh?"
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[personal profile] ten_of_swords 2006-10-30 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
He grins into the kiss, his hands working at her pj bottoms. Nails scrape, draw blood, while teeth nip almost playfully. All pain isn't what he's after.
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[personal profile] ten_of_swords 2006-11-01 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't pay attention to her hands as he slips down her body, pulling her pjs off. Ruin bites her hips, dragging his tongue across her lower belly while his hands move along her thighs. His nails dig and scratch as he moves higher inside her thighs and his teeth pierce skin on her other hip.
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[personal profile] ten_of_swords 2006-11-03 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Ruin hisses, leaves her bloody hip, and moves lower between her thighs. He is not vicious here -- wouldn't want to ruin the lovely bits of hers he quite enjoys. Instead, his tongue flicks out, firm against her, while his claw-like nails grip her thighs securely.