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<span style="font-size: 9px"><a class="username" data-user-id="8638" data-username="promethean" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/8638/">promethean</a> </span><br/>
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 Beckett watched her closely because he was waiting for her to bring up the proposal she had made many moons ago. He just hated the idea of hiring anyone else to work for them. It meant more people to pay attention too and more people's mistakes he would need to worry about. The idea of that was draining, but he knew the two of them couldn't do all of this by themselves. He would have to suck it up and hire people. That process was going to be long and drawn out. He was going to be picky and he expected Eve to know that. The population of this state was growing and he needed help maintaining who would be coming in and out. It wasn't that he disliked visitors, he disliked anyone really, but he disliked those who came in here caused trouble and left leaving him to clean up their disgusting mess. His eyes never left her as she grabbed a pen and started to work through the paperwork.  "Quiet, Eve," he warned her. He still had plenty to rub in her face if she wanted to play this game with him. She was avoiding his stare, she always did when he made her flustered or nervous. He liked that about her and he liked to poke at her most when she was feeling this way. He tried to hide the smirk that was creeping a crossed his face. He knew that instead of them always sleeping together they should work on mayb trying this whole relationship again, but he just couldn't open himself up anymore. <br/>
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He rolled his eyes and let out a disgruntled sigh. "Yeah, I guess schedule some soon. I think I have room to see people in the next couple of days," his schedule was laying beside him, but he was too busy watching Eve. He was too busy soaking up the way she looked when she was trying to avoid the dirty thoughts that crept into her mind. She was ever so alluring and he wanted to grip her by the throat right now, but he would be patient and make sure what they needed to talk about was finished. There would be no need to ruin a good mood with shitty work talk. He flared his nostrils a little when she mentioned the mess behind his desk. "If only my helping hand wouldn't give such a cold shoulder when she's been pissed off," he smirked at her. Even if Eve hadn't been ignoring her, which pissed him off more than anything, they would barely be able to make a dent in the shit that laid behind him. <br/>
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When he looked at Eve he missed all of the things about himself that he had been when they were first together. A large part of who he was died and he knew it would never come back. He wished he could bring it back and give Eve what she wanted and what she deserved, but he knew if he faltered or showed any emotion that he would not be looked at as the fearless leader of this state. He couldn't risk that because it meant someone else would be gunning for his position. A position that he refused to give up. Beck was worn down and broken. He knew that the young fire that use to burn in his eyes was replaced by hatred for everything thing that was living and undead. The more he shut himself off the better he felt about things. Whether that hurt others or not. Dark thoughts disappeared for a moment as she looked back at him finally. The way her tone wavered brought pleasure to him. It made him remember that he still had some effect on her even when she was mad at him. "I can handle it," he told her. He knew what she would say if she didn't cut that sentence off. She was going to tell him Julius would handle it and he refused for that to happen. When she turned to walk from him he leaned back against his chair. His shirt slipping open more to expose more marble like skin and muscle. Running a thumb a crossed his lower lip he watched her every movement. The way her hips swung and the confidence she held with a simple walk to the door. <br/>
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Beckett's dark orbs followed the movement of her hand as her soft hair was brushed from her neck. Suddenly his mouth was starting to salivate as he craved to feel her body and dip his fangs deep into her flesh. Eve had been the only woman to make him feel alive again. There was a gentle neediness to her. Where she looked as if she wanted to take over dominance, but he knew she would do as he pleased. Eyes trailing her form as her legs pressed together. He knew exactly what was happening and his tongue almost begged to taste the honey that dripped from between her legs. When she answered him he ran his tongue over his teeth and stood to his feet. He walked over to her and pulled the folder from her hand neatly dropping it on the ground. "Come, come my pet , there are plenty of things we can do to pass the time," he purred to her. He drew her in closely and dipped his head so that his lips could leave a trail of sweet and hungry kisses down to the crook of her neck. "It is your birthday after all," he whispered against her skin as he pulled her tighter to his body. His fangs grazing her smooth skin. "Tell me what you want."<br/>
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