<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 9:00am</strong></span><br/><em>The Cathedral, Antigone's Room</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/09/davis.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Barthaholmew Alvin Creed (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15290256#msg15290256)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Jean and shirt<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Listening in<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Antigone<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The door closed behind him and he wanted to move closer to her. His desire for her had not changed but there was something in hearing their conversation about him downstairs, that made him feel like he was wrong in stating his wishes even in jest.  He couldn’t help the fact that she made him want to step out on to that ledge and just be himself.  Be that educated geek that simply desired to make the world a better place with the woman he was with.  Sure the others had their secrets and undercover lovers.  He didn’t have that or want those he wanted someone to be with, spend time with that simply accepted him for him, no guile, no pretense.<br/><br/>Antigone didn’t understand him completely, didn’t always get his innuendos but he didn’t care she seemed to just like him for him and that was more than enough for now.<br/><br/>“Did I mean?  Did I mean what?”  He realized she was moving closer to him, slowly but she was moving closer and she didn’t have a sword in her hand.  “No you have no obligation to me and I have no power that will make you long for me or hunger for me.”  He watched her as she stepped to him, she was tentative, ever the soldier but he didn’t move away…he was only slightly fearful…but it was not of her, but of her turning him away.  It wasn’t like he didn’t deserve it after all.<br/><br/><br/>He looked at her listening to her the timbrel in her voice hit his ears and the look on her face was…anger?!?  He frowns a bit as his drug-induced haze gave him some amount of recognition.  He moved closer to her now, his hands rested on her hips and he looked her in the eyes.  He wasn’t hyperactive Barry right now he was the engineer.  “I Barry want you Antigone to be my love-slave, my concubine, my friend, and plaything as long as I am yours as well.  Is that something you can handle?!?”  He stood there his fingers clearly resting upon her behind as she moved to pull him closer as well.<br/><br/>“I am not wishy-washy!  I’m trying to make sure you don’t feel I am taking away your will…would I like to command you…Yes.  Be your master and bed mate…Hell’s yes.  But I need for you to choose me…not settle on me.”  He felt her hand on his chest and he couldn’t help but smile at feeling her warm touch.<br/><br/>“I look forward to more kisses from you. It has been all I have been thinking about since I left to go on patrol and I long for more….”  His nose grazed her own, his lips lightly brushing hers.<br/><br/>“I would like that…I would like that very much Antigone.”  He smirked a sly smile.<br/><br/>“I want to kiss you and more and make you feel all of the hungry desire I have had waiting just for you!”  He caressed her cheek.<br/><br/>“Just let me know.”<br/>He pulled the bracelet off of his wrist and put it on hers.  “Until…I can get you, your collar.”  He said since that is what angered her before that she thought he had changed his mind when he hadn’t.<br/>