Syren de Winter
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Queen Of Winter Land Former Princess of Summer Land [/color]
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Post by Syren de Winter on Feb 27, 2013 2:49:39 GMT -5
Syren watched him carefully as he removed his clothing, hardly daring to blink, her heart hammering away in her chest as her anxiety battled with her arousal. She didn't move, waiting for Viktor to give her instructions, or push her back on the bed, or do whatever it was that he was supposed to do in this situation. She tilted her head back to keep her eyes on his face when he stepped close again, and didn't look down until he had placed her hands on the laces of his trousers. She supposed she was supposed to undo them now.
She looked back up to him when he spoke again without moving her hands, tilting her head to the side when he mentioned that he would tell her the answer to a question she had asked many times in the past, and never received an answer to. Syren stood up on her toes and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. "Will I like the answer?" She asked, before she looked back down to the ties held loosely in her fingers and started to pull them apart. [/color]
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Post by Viktor de Winter on Feb 27, 2013 22:34:26 GMT -5
"The anticipation of her hands freeing him; was going to drive him mad. Viktor used his words to distract more then just her; but even his words did not aid him. "I had to half dig you up from the snow; your clothing was wet; and you were freezing." Not a fond memory. "There in the snow; I stripped you all but bare; and we put you in the warming pack. Then I stripped all but bare; and joined you. For almost an hour; I had my skin pressed to yours."
His hand came up to brush her hair back; wondering if she remembered anything. He had once asked her if she did. "My hands running over your skin; pulling you so tightly into me; that I think I know every curve you have. Had you been awake; I would have touch more then I did; and used your passion to warm you. I told you this. I told you many things; in between begging every thing anyone every believed in to just let you live long enough to make back to the castle."
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Syren de Winter
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Queen Of Winter Land Former Princess of Summer Land [/color]
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Post by Syren de Winter on Feb 28, 2013 2:28:50 GMT -5
Her fingers froze in their efforts to free him as he spoke, and with her face turned down, he could not see the look on her face as it dissolved to one of abject horror at his words. He thought this was an answer she would like? She was not glad he had kept this from her, and while a rational part of her mind told her that he'd done what was necessary, why was he telling her this now? She didn't want him to keep it from her, but neither did she find it a welcome distraction from her nerves, rather causing her muscles to tighten with revulsion, recoiling from him with a sense of violation.
She dropped her hands and backed away from him quickly, looking up so he could see the look of disgust, shame and horror on her face. "You think this is an answer I would like?" She asked, blinking rapidly to keep back the tears that stung at the back of her eyes. "To hear how you touched" she said the word with such revulsion "me when I was unaware?" She balked, looking towards the ceiling as she tried not to cry. "I understand that you did what you had to in order to keep me alive... but to hear you describe it so..." she paused, uncertain what word to use. He seemed to think this was a moment that should arouse her, but instead it made her stomach churn. "It sickens me." [/color]
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