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Post by Bryce Lamkin on Feb 20, 2010 10:03:08 GMT -5
Bryce lowered her head as she heard Sebastian approach, her shoulders suddenly raising to her ears as she visibly winced in response to the soap bottle hitting the wall. Opening her eyes, she glanced down at the collapsed item, watching the liquid soap slowly ooze from its shattered container. When he neared the window, she stepped away, not too fond of being around such a tempered man when in her mindset. Evidently they were both weary, and as much as she wanted to relate to his frustration, she had her own to deal with. Sighing as she glanced over her shoulder at his pacing form, Bryce tried to think of something to say.
Nothing came to mind. Just questions. Questions she could not bring herself to ask him, not now at least. Even if she had set her mind on asking, Sebastian would not answer them; he was out of the room when she looked over her shoulder a second time. Letting out a lengthy sigh, as though only now able to let go of that pent tension that resided in her muscles, Bryce slammed the window shut and stared out into the night for a few minutes. She was in dire need of collecting herself before seeking him out. To be honest, she half-expected him to run after Sayen, an action which would have surely left his first childe wounded. Up until now she was being a good sport, but she would need answers, sooner rather than later.
After freshening her face and rearranging her hair into a high half-hearted bun, the brunette flicked the light off in the bathroom and followed his scent back to the living room. There she found him, a broken man hunched over his hands with the weight of the world on his shoulders. He needed her. With practiced patience Bryce buried her doubts and needs as far down as she could, finding it within herself to be momentarily selfless and cradle him to her chest for a change. It was always Sebastian who embraced her, crushing her body to his as she contentedly moulded into his chest, safely protected by those strong arms of his. For once, it was her turn to provide sanctuary for him.
Rearranging the boxers at her hips, she made her way around him, stepping barefoot onto the couch before sliding behind him at an angle. Her left arm found its way across his abdomen whilst her right lovingly stroked the back of his hair. Bryce slid her injured leg across his lap and pulled him into her chest. Her lips found his cheek, and after a setting a brief kiss upon his heated flesh, her chin found his shoulder. If he were to lean sideways and back as her body position allowed him to, his head would be nestled at her neck whilst her petite form found the corner of the couch.
You’ve had a really rough day, haven’t you babe? she whispered, right fingers raking through his hair as her left hand sought out his. Her need to be his pillar of strength overshadowed her hunger and frustration.
Take a deep breath... she murmured, taking her own advise. Her chest pressed against his outer arm as her lungs expanded with a much needed dose of fresh air. She leaned forward once more, lethargicaly kissing the side of his head as she closed her eyes and reveled in his proximity. His scent was comforting, as was the feel of his body against hers and the warmth of his skin.
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Post by Seb Reed on Feb 21, 2010 1:46:12 GMT -5
A growl of pent up frustration rumbled in Sebastian’s chest as Bryce crawled onto the couch behind him. His hands rested upon her leg, and he idly examined the damage; the skin was still pink, and there were a few scabs left over. All in all, it was healing well. It hadn’t healed as fast as Sayen’s had, however. Sebastian frowned and shrugged his shoulders and took a deep breath, releasing Bryce’s leg as he fully leant back against her shoulder.
“Oh, you wouldn’t believe...” He said, sighing and shaking his head from side to side.
For a few minutes he closed his eyes; he was completely and utterly at his leisure. He focused on Bryce’s breathing underneath him, fingers trailing gentle paths along the bare skin of her leg, careful to bypass the wounds, circling random patterns around them. He wanted to ask Bryce exactly what had happened to her the night before, and question her about the odd things she’d said when on the edge of sleep.
And he would ask her, but for the moment he felt the express need to explain himself first. Perhaps, then, she’d feel that she could return the favour. Of course he wasn’t holding out too much hope, and it was only a vague inclination to begin with.
“How much to you remember from last night, Bryce? From what I was telling you when I came back to the room after talking to Rakav?” He asked. He didn’t know what kind of detail to give his explanations, and he didn’t quite remember what he’d told Bryce anyway. Had he said anything about where he’d been and the people he’d attacked? Or had he been too worked up about Rakav to feel any concern about what had happened earlier?
He opened his eyes and shifted his head minimally to look at her, watching her enquiringly.
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Post by Bryce Lamkin on Feb 21, 2010 2:02:50 GMT -5
Bryce shifted in order to accommodate his form, bending her right leg at the knee and pressing it up against the back of the couch as she leaned backwards. Lowering her hand from his hair, she ran her palm along his broad shoulders, massaging the tense muscles through the thin layer of his top. Tilting her head down to watch his hand upon her leg, she let out a soft sigh. What did she remember from last night? Not much. In fact she couldn’t even remember if she had said anything. Licking her lower lip, she pulled back her head to gaze at him evenly as his question lingered in the air.
Uh... Bryce didn’t want to sound dismissive, but she hadn’t been all there this morning. Setting her right hand across his right shoulder, she continued to stroke his skin with her thumb distractedly. A quiet, contemplative sound rumbled in her throat as she pressed her lips together, diverting her gaze from his briefly.
I don’t remember much... I’m sorry... Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t help but mumble an apology as she reached forward to gingerly cup his cheek. Her fingertips slid down his jaw before dropping to his chest lifelessly. Her second hand reached around his shoulders and clasped the left, pulling him into a tight hug as she buried her face into his shoulder. There, content with the darkness and warmth his body provided pressed against her closed eyes, her words were muffled against him.
Do you want to talk about it?
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Post by Seb Reed on Feb 21, 2010 3:49:59 GMT -5
“Oh I don’t know, do you want to hear it?” Sebastian said. It wasn’t a serious question. He was going to tell her anyway—not because she’d asked or even because he wanted someone to talk to about it. But because she was part of this pack and she needed to know, regardless. Sebastian was unsure whether he should trust Rakav or not, and far be it for him to talk shit about his sire. But Bryce needed to know everything.
Sebastian cleared his throat and readjusted himself; he made sure he was not hindering Bryce in any way.
“I don’t know where to start.” He said, lifting a hand to scratch idly at his jaw before he took a deep breath. He’d start from the beginning; he’d tell her about Sayen, and then he’d tell her about Rakav. It was probably a lot for her to take in at once, but again... she needed to know.
“I was out in the forest, yeah, minding my own business. And then I get shot at—these guys, they weren’t hunters. They were just humans. I had no idea why they were there. I tried to just leave them be, but I got hit, twice. I lost a lot of blood.” He shook his head. He didn’t like to admit that he lost control, but it was Bryce. Why should he be ashamed to admit it to Bryce? Probably because she was his childe, and he ought to be a pillar of absolute strength for her. But she was more than just his childe.
“I lost control. I killed... I think, two of them. Maybe one. The others got away.” As he recalled the story, retold it, his muscles started to tense again. All Bryce’s hard work, and his memories still wouldn’t let him relax.
“I can’t really remember...it’s all vague and spotty. But when I came to my senses, when the moon was setting, there was Sayen. I had her beneath my paws, blood pouring from her neck. I thought she was as good as dead. So I left her there. I came back here, expecting only to find you...you know, it’s been you and me for so long, why should I expect anyone else? But there was blood in the hall, leading up the stairs, and I thought the worst. I tracked it to Rakav’s room and the guy was just lying on his bed. The blood was his, I realised. I didn’t know what to think. Then out of nowhere he pulls me up by the shoulder and starts telling me I’m a waste. I don’t know what was wrong with him. He looked like he wanted to kill me, I swear...” Sebastian ranted, hands gesticulating as his story continued. There were small details he skipped over, but they weren’t of any importance.
“He said something eerie, like ‘we wouldn’t want you to end up like her, would we?’” He shook his head, eyes narrowing as he tried to remember the exact words.
“Later, after I left you... he told me about Thera. She’s dead, died in a fire. I think he wanted me to believe he hadn’t caused the fire. Some other guy did... Korac. But I don’t know whether to trust him. Was he talking about Thera? That I didn’t want to end up dead, like her? His moods... they change so suddenly. He was so vicious and wild, but then you and Rayen came home and he seemed to revert back to his old self. I don’t know... I just—I think we need to be wary of him, at least until I find out the whole story.”
There were things he hadn’t set, but the story was there in its simplest form. He rubbed idly at Bryce’s foot, then, grasping it lightly as he waited for her questions... her queries, her suggestions.
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Post by Bryce Lamkin on Feb 21, 2010 4:09:43 GMT -5
Bryce gave him a light squeeze as he questioned her interest; uncertain whether it was rhetorical. When he rearranged himself, so did she, offering up as much of herself so that he remained comfortable. Her eyes widened gradually as her eyebrows crept upwards, every new titbit of information causing her to grow more surprised at the events he’d been through. Halfway through his rant, her fingers stopped their motions, remaining idle upon the folds of his shirt as his muscles tensed. Eventually her eyes and brow could extend no longer, and so she frowned instead, then pursed her lips. If he continued any longer she may have no more expressions with which to mutedly express her bewilderment.
It got positively more confusing when he started talking about Rakav. There were so many new names to retain, that Bryce found herself holding onto her breath as she tried to pinpoint who Rayen and Korac were. Sayen she had just met, and so the woman’s face came to mind when the name was uttered, as for Thera, she had ever met the female in person, so there was not much of an image to conjure there. Running out of air, she finally let the breath out noisily, only to inhale sharply. Her own muscles were tense, and though she had always found herself cautious around her grandsire, she was now slightly more discomforted by Sebastian's sudden loss of confidence in the man.
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Bryce’s lips pursed as she found the words die on her tongue. What could she respond to that? How was she to make sense of it all? How the hell was he? Clearing her throat, she curled her toes against his fingers and blinked silently. Reaching back to scratch her nape, she extended that same arm along the back of the couch before dropping the other onto his elbow. It was rare for this chatterbox to be stunned into silence, but for once Sebastian had accomplished the impossible.
Who is Rayen? And Korac?
Perhaps it was best to start from the beginning. As she asked, her gaze trailed along the walls in search of the blood he had mentioned; she had not noticed it. Lowering her head to watch his profile, Bryce continued to sport a quizzical brow and pursed lips.
The whole story just screamed: “What the fuck?”
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Post by Seb Reed on Feb 21, 2010 4:32:35 GMT -5
Sebastian had expected some kind of noisy reaction from Bryce... her silence was confusing. He turned to look at her, brows raised enquiringly. When finally she did ask her questions, Sebastian was stumped. He had assumed that she would at least remember their encounter with Rayen—the stranger who claimed to have nurse’s training.
It seemed he’d have to explain things a little more than he had. He’d have to go slower, and go over every detail. He wasn’t worried about it, really. Though he was still tense and worried about Sayen’s disappearance, he wasn’t going to be going anywhere any time soon. And besides, it felt good to be talking about this. Even though she hadn’t said anything that helped his frazzled nerves just yet, it felt good to get it off his chest. As if airing his thoughts and worries helped him to put them in order.
“Rayen... she...” He moved, then, away from Bryce and her comforting embrace. He wasn’t angry at her, he just wanted to be able to look at her properly. If they were to have a deep conversation he couldn’t do it whilst staring at a wall.
“She’s the newest member of the pack—well, the second newest. You did meet her last night. This morning. Whenever it was. She wanted to stitch up your leg, but I...made her and Rakav leave the room.” He said, slowly, wondering whether his recount of the event would jog her memory.
“And Korac, I haven’t the faintest idea. Rakav used that fucking mind trick, sent me images of the fire that killed Thera. He showed me this Korac. I don’t know who he is. He looks like Rakav. I don’t know.” He said, and then shook his head again.
“I just can’t believe Thera’s dead. And Rakav doesn’t even seem to care.” He said, rubbing at his neck. He mumbled the last sentence, as if talking to himself more than to Bryce.
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Post by Bryce Lamkin on Feb 21, 2010 5:00:40 GMT -5
Bryce sat up when he moved away, withdrawing her leg from his lap as her hand reached under her shirt to scratch idly where the hem of the boxers was leaving its indentation. As he spoke, she reached up towards the bridge of her nose, rubbing the corner of her eye as she somewhat recognized who Rayen was meant to be. That was right, she had told them all to leave but had since forgotten (and now remembered) how many onlookers there had been. Rakav and Rayen, then. Only two, which left Korac, a faceless threat according to the alpha of the pack. Sighing heavily, the brunette shifted her weight so that she was kneeling, closer to him once more.
From an early age she had learned to bottle her emotions; preferring to escape over dealing with problems. It wasn’t in her character to be reassuring for she had never had anyone to learn from; the escapism gene ran on both sides of the family. Clearing her throat, she sighed once more as she set her hands on his biceps, moving her fingers up over his shoulders.
You’ve been through a lot, Sebastian... she spoke softly, slowly, masking her hesitance as her fingertips caressed the sides of his neck. Movies were her primary source of information here, and she sure hoped that she would not come off as faking it, which, despite wanting to comfort him from the bottom of her heart, was indeed true. Never had she seen him this dejected, and it wasn’t a sight she wished to witness any longer. Curling her fingers into the thick hair behind his ears, she stroked her thumbs along the prickly sideburns on either side of his face.
Hey, look at me... she beckoned, tilting her head down as her fingers urged him to look up at her; on her knees she was taller than him when he was seated. Offering him a tight-lipped smile, she leaned forward and set her forehead against his, closing her eyes as she took a deep breath. Releasing her breath steadily, she opened her eyes and gazed at him evenly. This was not in her character, but when she tried to retrieve deep within her the words, these were the only ones she found.
I, I lo— promise I’ll help you get to the bottom of this, but right now... she felt an uncomfortable lump in her throat, and this dire need to blink. Pulling away slightly, she offered him a breathless laugh, openly succumbing to the embarrassment that was consuming her. Swallowing thickly, she lowered her hands to his shoulders and patted him. ...you’ve got to chill out, Reed
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Post by Seb Reed on Feb 21, 2010 5:31:46 GMT -5
Sebastian released the deep breath he’d been holding; he pushed himself back into the comfort of the couch and turned his face toward Bryce. He refrained from breathing, then, his eyes wide as he looked up at her. God, he was tired. And there was a gnawing in his gut as his physical body finally realised that he was starving.
It had been a long night, and the day hadn’t been much better. Actually, the two blended into each other so Sebastian wasn’t really sure what had happened when. All he knew was that the sky was dark outside and it would be another full month until he had to deal with the consequences of a full moon again.
Right now, he had Bryce. And by the looks of her, and the sound of that nervous laughter, he was freaking her out. He nodded, and started breathing again. Everything that was worrying him, everything that he was feeling, every ounce of fury and frustration, he pushed aside. He put it all into a little box and tucked it away into a corner. For Bryce, he wanted to be strong.
He smiled, then, his fingers clenching at the familiar material at her waist. He leant forward and reached for the opposite side of her waist; in one swift movement he’d rearranged Bryce—he’d lifted himself from the couch, one foot on the ground, so that he could bend over her.
It was her promise to help him get to the bottom of things that helped him to chill out. It was the only kind of reassurance he needed. He was not alone. He didn’t like being alone. He’d never been alone in his life. It wasn’t a nice feeling. But he had Bryce. Something that he regretted less every single day.
He kissed her once, chastely, on the lips.
“I can’t promise that I’m chilled. But I’m absolutely starving. Race you to the kitchen?” He said, though he had no intention of waiting for her answer. He was off the couch and sauntering toward the kitchen, glancing at her over his shoulder, ready to run as soon as she made a move.
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Post by Bryce Lamkin on Feb 21, 2010 6:00:56 GMT -5
No one was that quick at getting back on their feet. Bryce had witnessed a crack in Sebastian’s strong demeanour, something she would have thought impossible had she not seen in with her own eyes. And just like that, experiencing his doubt was sufficient to make her assume that he was far more injured than he let off... If he was unable to keep up appearances, then things must really have been boiling within for him to split at the seams. But here he was, collected, whilst she remained completely off-track, confused and a little shaken up by the events in her own past. The kiss was unexpected, and she was unable to enjoy it. Her fingers clutched tighter, but all she had to hold onto was air—he was already making his way.
Bryce remained on the couch for a few seconds, lower lip protruding in a semblance of a pout as she continued to frown. There was no better sight to represent confusion at its finest. Clearing her throat as he looked over his shoulder at her, she moved off the couch and followed.
I won’t race you... she told him, folding her arms around her chest and raising her shoulders to her ears as she shuddered visibly. The images of the previous night came to mind as she mentally finished the sentence in her own head: I’ve done enough running these days... The tangible memory of fear she had felt the previous night was enough to make the hairs on her nape stand, and her heart skipped a few beats before she returned to him, to now, to the present.
Sniffling, she glanced over her shoulder down the hall at where the bathroom door was. Though the faint scent pertaining to Sayen’s presence disturbed her, it was a welcome distraction to her thoughts. Bryce stared at the back of his shoulders briefly, repressing the urge to divulge everything that was eating up at her. If only she had her helmet, if only she could go to the airport and fly... she needed some sort of release, but the fear had kept her chained to this house, keeping her from escaping.
Clearing her throat as she made her way into the kitchen, Bryce walked past him towards the pantry. It had been a while since they'd done any shopping. Standing in front of the open door, she sighed.
Man, a shopping trip is so over due [/BLOCKQUOTE]
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Post by Seb Reed on Feb 21, 2010 7:22:21 GMT -5
Sebastian sighed. It was a defeated sigh. Things were far too heavy at the moment for he and Bryce to revert back to their playful nature. One day, in the future, it could be the same again. For the moment, however, the two of them were forced to be adults, even if they’d been running from the responsibilities that came with adulthood. Well, not running. Just hiding, hoping that the responsibilities wouldn’t catch them unawares. They’d obviously not hidden well enough.
Sebastian made it to the kitchen without running. Bryce passed him and went toward the pantry. Sebastian came to a halt behind her, looking over her shoulder at the meagre offerings of food that the cupboard had to offer.
“Who says we’re the ones who always have to do the shopping, anyway?” He grumbled, reaching past Bryce and grasping the box of pop-tarts on the third shelf. He shook the thing, and was happy to find that it was mostly full. It was the frosted Brown Sugar Cinnamon flavour. Sebastian shrugged his shoulders and went next to the fridge, pushing the box of pastries onto the centre counter before yanking the fridge open.
There wasn’t much in there, either. They were completely out of meat, too, he discovered upon opening the freezer up top. The days leading up to the full moon he always craved more meat. Perhaps it was the same with the rest of the household. Thus the reason why there was none left.
“Or I can make eggs, if you want some...” He said, though his tone was far from enthusiastic. The headache still threatened to get worse, thumping away at the back of his skull. Leaving the fridge open, he stepped back to the pantry and reached up to the medical basket and retrieved a packet of paracetamol. He doubted the small tablets would help much, but there was no harm in trying. He cracked a few from the packet and returned to the fridge; he swallowed the tablets with a healthy swig of milk, drunk straight from the carton. At least the milk hadn’t gone out of date yet.
“So what happened to you last night anyway, Shorty?” He asked while returning the carton to the door of the fridge. Once it was in place he turned to face Bryce, an afterthought forcing him to point a finger at her, a stern look upon his face,
“And no evasive answers. I want to know.” He said. Once upon a time he’d let her get away with being evasive because he hadn’t wanted to lose her. Now, however, he had more confidence with her. There was less chance of losing her, what with the history between them now.
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Post by Bryce Lamkin on Feb 21, 2010 17:21:02 GMT -5
When he stepped behind her, she reached up to scratch her head. Sighing when he pulled out the pop tarts, she stepped aside when he reached for the paracetamol. Did human drugs even help? If so, they'd better get their hands on morphine.
I got in the way between a deer and couple of hunters, I think... she didn’t know what they were hunting, she hadn’t taken her time to check and instead assumed the worst case scenario: they were hunting her. So I got the hell out, and found myself with a bear cub...
She made her way over to the fridge, moving around him as she crouched down before the open door. Then she remembered. Pushing herself up suddenly, she made her way back to the pantry and felt around for three packs of ramen she had bought but forgotten about. Waving them triumphantly at him, she made her way to the stove and began to prepare the pot of boiling water. Throughout college she had survived primarily on ramen noodles and eggs, which was far from healthy, but it beat pop tarts... especially brown sugar cinnamon ones. Additionally, she was hungry, and she doubted pop tarts would be sufficient for either of them.
As she filled the pot with water from the sink, she raised her voice over the sound of the running faucet and continued, And I don’t know what happened next, whether I attacked the cub or whatever, but its mother made sure I got the hell out... and I fought back.
Bryce set the saucepan on the stove heavily (lack of energy evident) and reached for the matches; then she turned on the gas and lit up. Finally leaning back against the counter as the water was set to heat, she crossed her arms over her body and held her biceps. Shrugging, she continued as she stretched her injured leg to see it properly.
I guess the rest is history really... limping on a torn leg for ten miles kinda makes you distracted and just want to get home.
There was no need to tell him that she had been around her old home or that she had thought the hunters were from the FBI and thus panicked. Sebastian had already witnessed her reckless behavior with the type who hunted their kind and other immortals, but had she ever mentioned true hunters? Of course, the bullets fired from any unknowing human would do far less damage than one made out of silver, but she had run from them anyways. She had run without thinking about their weapons, but merely assuming they were out to get her.
Bryce had not lied, at least not yet. Glancing up at him, she shrugged slightly before pushing herself off the countertop to look into the pan. The water always took longer to boil when one waited for it. And then she smiled at herself, turning her face away from him as she tried to mask her amusement. Clearing her throat, she reached for the packets and began to pop them open in order to distract herself from her thoughts. If only she had learned how to hunt when Rakav had tried to instruct her... Bryce looked up Sebastian with a straight face; there was no need to mention Rakav, not even in jest. Things wer far too fragile at the moment.
Come here... she stepped away from the water and stretched an arm towards him. Bryce felt the distance between them grow with the events that had taken place these past 24 hours, and she wanted him close to make up for it. If only it could just be the two of them again.
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Post by Seb Reed on Feb 22, 2010 6:16:42 GMT -5
Seb’s eyes widened. A bear! He’d never taken on anything quite so large or so vicious—especially a mother caring for its cub! He supposed he could be quite vicious too, if someone tried to come between him and Bryce, or if anyone tried to hurt her...
He idly watched as Bryce started to cook the Ramen. At least they wouldn’t be eating pop-tarts for dinner, and he was saved from having to do anything with the eggs. He was free to just lean against one of the counters and pretend to be of service when he actually wasn’t doing a thing. And while he watched, he tried to imagine being stuck out there with a torn leg, having been attacked by a bloody bear. His own encounter with idiotic human hunters had not been so bad. A bullet in the shoulder and leg, neither of which were silver. The evidence of the wounds was gone, and so, too, were the bullets themselves. Sebastian glanced toward the sink, and the area near the bench where he’d dug the bullets from his flesh just over twelve hours ago. The mess had been cleaned up. Maybe the cleaner had been. Maybe Rakav had called her in—the place would have looked as if there’d been a murder. He started to wonder how well the cleaner was paid, or whether she knew about what they were. What would have stopped her from calling the police? Any sane person would have, and would have got out of dodge, too.
But he was distracted from his rambling thoughts as he was summoned by Bryce. He found he couldn’t resist. He pushed away from the bench and reached for her shirt—he tugged on it lightly so that their bodies bumped together, fitting nicely like two pieces to a puzzle. Hand still resting on her hip, the other reached for her jaw so that he could push her hair behind her ear and make sure she was looking up at him.
“I really would prefer it if you didn’t go provoking bears, Bryce.” He said, though he was smiling while he talked. It amused him that she ‘fought back’, that she should feel the need to. Amused him, and worried him too. Next time she might not be so lucky. Next time the bear might take a swipe at her head, not her leg, and she would be a bloodied carcass in a cave somewhere. The thought made his stomach twist.
“Stick to the... wild pigs, the deer. What... why would you go after a bear?” He was incredulous; he would never go after a bear, not by himself anyway. Sure, he may have been powerful enough, but he didn’t want to test it unless absolutely necessary. He was in no way talking down to her, making her feel as if she was too weak to defeat a bear. Maybe he just wanted to know why she thought she would, so that he could properly persuade her to never do it again.
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Post by Bryce Lamkin on Feb 22, 2010 7:08:56 GMT -5
Bryce set her hand around his forearm as he reached for his shirt she wore, their bodies bumping gingerly into one another. Her second hand reached up for his as she tilted her head into his palm, gaze lifting to meet his. Sebastian’s smile was met with one of her own as she directed the hand upon her cheek towards her lips, where she would set a few kisses upon the curve of his thumb.
Kiss me and I’ll promise not to do it again... she said softly, gazing up at him deviously as her teeth sunk gently into the arch of his thumb. Her other hand made its way along his elbow and biceps, reaching towards his shoulder before lithe fingers treaded beneath the neckline of his shirt. Letting go of his hand so that her second could tug on the hem of his pants, Bryce lifted her chin so that their lips would meet. At first she was gentle, teasing him with airy pecks, but her need matched his soon enough.
Their kisses had grown far more distracting and intricate, separating her from the world as all her senses zeroed in on him. The silken texture of his mouth, the soft feel of his warm skin beneath her fingertips... Bryce was indulging completely, losing track of place and time as her left hand parted ways with the hem of his pants, and reached beneath his shirt to caress his lower back. Tilting her head back, she sighed against his lower lip before pulling away to breathe. There was something that she had to pay attention to, but she couldn’t remember what it was. Curling her fingernails into him playfully, she lowered her face to his neck and ravished his flesh with affection. The height difference posed a problem, and they were both too wary to be making use of the kitchen counter, or pushing this any further.
The water... she mumbled over his jaw, smiling as she cracked open her eyes. Planting a final kiss on his chin, she turned her attention to the water, overlooking the sounds from outside. Clearing her throat, she pressed the back of her hand against her heated cheeks and singlehandedly began to plop the noodle squares into the pan. Once she had settled all three packets to cook, she lowered her hand to her throat, pressing down on her collarbones—a habit of hers. Glancing over her shoulder, she offered him a smile before pushing herself onto the marble countertop.
Why are you all the way over there? she beckoned, briefly glancing out the window before turning her attention back to him, The weather’s really picking up out there... isn’t it?
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Post by Seb Reed on Feb 22, 2010 8:02:51 GMT -5
She did not promise to do as she was told... well, she did, but not seriously. Sebastian would just have to keep a closer eye on her in future, make sure she didn’t do anything stupid. Of course, he wouldn’t tell her that. She just might take it the wrong way.
But he did as he was asked. Not because he was asked, but because kissing her was the best kind of aphrodisiac. Kissing her might very well make the headache go away. It could certainly make his worries go away. His hand tangled in her hair while the other massaged her hip, shifting from one place to the next over her back, even going so far as slipping beneath the overly-large shirt so that he could feel the heat of her skin beneath it.
There was a loving quality to the way they kissed each other. There was no need for passion or lust—and no energy to go gallivanting around the kitchen to push plates and bowls from the counters. They indulged in each other, and took advantage of their alone-time. They’d had a hell of a lot of time to indulge while Rakav was away, but now that their solitude was taken from them... well, every opportunity needed to be grasped with an iron grip.
And then Bryce was pulling away, mentioning something about the water... Sebastian was reluctant to let her go, and made it obvious by pulling at the hem of her shirt as she turned toward the stove.
But there was then the crack of a branch outside as the wind picked up and tore it from the tree it had formerly been attached to. Sebastian was brought suddenly to his senses, and he let go of the hem of her shirt and shifted back toward the centre bench, leaning against it once more. The snapping of the branch sounded like the sound of a footfall, a sudden movement, and Sebastian imagined someone looking in on them through the kitchen window.
He thought of Rakav, and the rules the alpha had dictated to Sebastian in his first week as a Werewolf. One of those rules came back to him, now. It was a rule he’d forgotten over the last couple of months—he’d forgotten about it intentionally. He’d been pissed at Rakav for leaving without a note or a word. He’d defied the rule out of pure stubborn idiocy. And the fact that he couldn’t resist.
He cleared his throat.
“Ah, Bryce?” He said, ignoring her query as to why he was so far away. He was about to tell her.
“There’s something I forgot to tell you. Rakav he ah... he has these rules. I may have mentioned a few of them to you. Maybe I didn’t...point is, now that he’s back...he’s got this thing against pack members dating...” he said, slowly. This would just be the icing on the cake for Bryce tonight.
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Post by Bryce Lamkin on Feb 22, 2010 8:29:59 GMT -5
Reaching back to massage her neck as she tilted her head to one side, Bryce glanced back at the water before slipping off the countertop in order to hunt for some cooking utensils. Making her way through the drawers beneath the stove, she found a metal ladle which she used to push the noodles under the bubbling surface. Moving the sauce pan off the flames, she reached for the flavouring sachets and took a couple of eggs from the fridge’s door, all the while holding the ladle in one hand. For many years she had been good a juggling things, at keeping things in her control despite grasping more than she could handle. And such a skill had been lost upon meeting the gallant Mr. Sebastian Reed.
For many minutes she remained quiet, brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of what he was saying. Had she not spent the night naked in Sebastian’s bed? Had they not been engaged in amorous exchanges minutes prior, despite Rakav’s return? Clearing her throat as she attempted to appear solely focused on pouring the broth and noodles into two bowls, Bryce tried to make sense of his admission. There was no solution offered, just the fact, which to be quite honest had an effect akin to an unexpected punch in the gut.
Stifling the saddened expression on her face, she moved around the countertop with the two bowls, setting them on the table opposite one another before returning to the countertop for the cutlery. Bryce only offered him a brief glance as she gave him a wide berth, one hand hidden beneath the shirt as she pressed her stomach. It was all tied into knots, and her mind would not stop putting forth images associated to the explanations it came up with.
Of course, with the arrival of two new females (one which was far better looking than her, a true woman in every sense of the word) to the house, no wonder his interest would wane. Then again, what they had, it did not seem tangible for it to be faked, which meant his interest in her remained albeit such a statement. Retrieving the spoons and forks from the cupboard, she made her way back to the table, making her way around furniture to avoid him lest he reach out for her. Bryce leaned forward and set the spoon and fork by his bowl, and then sat heavily into the chair. She avoided eye contact, and instead stared at the steam raising from the bowl before her.
She wasn’t hungry anymore.
So it’s over
It wasn’t a question, nor was it a conclusive statement. It was merely the only conclusion she could come to without having to reveal the myriad of worst-case scenarios that played in her mind. Surely, given the strange circumstances they were in, being close would be the only way to get through it, but perhaps she’d been idealizing things. Maybe whilst they were alone it was okay for them to be together, but now that there were others, Sebastian didn’t want to be with her?
Looking up, she searched his face for an answer to that question. Her hand reappeared from beneath the shirt, and she reached up for the side of her head, pulling on her hair as she closed her eyes. Slouching forward, she grimaced; clearly she was not doing so well.
For Chrissakes Sebastian... she mumbled, glancing back up at him as she covered her lips with her finger tips, elbow pressing into the edge of the table as she leaned forward.
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