<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6am</strong></span><br/><em>The Cathedral, Front Porch - Entry</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>Clean up, scouting, fixing, observing, watching....needing some herb so he can slow down a bit.<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 7:52am.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Antigone, open<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>He smirked as he looked at her.  He was very observant most of the time but rarely did he have someone like her observe him.  He stayed in place as she was almost coy but not.  It was the way she spoke to him bold but not as clear, he could give innuendo and she just put it out there like she was dropping the mic.  “You can study me as much as you would like Antigone.”<br/><br/>Just the way her name rolled off of his tongue felt sexy and one day he would be able to whisper in her ear how she made him feel truly.  Even as she moved the bike she was still watching him focused on him as if she were multitasking and he was one of her tasks.<strong><em>‘Yes, he would willingly be one of her tasks.’</em></strong><br/><br/>“Does that make you nervous My sweet.  That I am so bold with my desires or has no one wanted you for no other reason just to be with you?”  He smirked.<br/><br/>“I want to know if you are going to fight me for my desire or fight with me to give them to me.  I ask about your fighting since that is part of who you are, I can hear it when you speak, you analytical calculations in your tone and even then there is a part of you that wants a warrior as part of your touch.  Seeing you at your weakest or limit means you trust me to some extent to show me.  My response…” He paused.  “Hasn’t changed.  I am still here…I still crave the curve of your form in my arms and the taste of your lips against my own.”  He listened to her.<br/><br/>“I would trade you time for time, favor for favor, comfort for comfort.  Does that mean I don’t want more?  NO!  That means I am willing to let you give it to me…give it all too me!  I would not force you to anything, hence I wouldn’t lie to you.  That would be my weakness.  I have Intellect but it is much harder to tamp down.”  He smiled.<br/><br/>“I will not call you that!  I will wait till you warm up to me.  But make no mistake Antigone…I want both of you…that part and the warm part that kissed me earlier of her own volition."<br/><br/>He smiled as he approached her.  His arm wrapped around her and his hand at the small of her back.  “When I…when you give yourself to me.”  He lifted her chin as if to kiss her.  “I will worship you like no other and relish within your touch…I assure you! My lady!”<br/><br/>He was letting his lips graze her own right now, no force simply letting her feel a touch of his desire for the moment.<br/>