<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f131/devilman_kain/Susan%20Coffey/susan_coffey_sexy0047.jpg)</div><strong>Jaclyn Conners</strong><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Nathaniel and those fighting, Mentions Harley<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gathering area<br/>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=92442345)<br/><br/><br/>Jaclyn eyes opened as the sun worked its way into her room...correction their room. She smiled feeling the warm body that she was curled up against. Her head lifting as her eyes took in the sleeping form of her Harley. He even wore a goofy smile on his face as he slept. The night had gone by in a passionate blur. They had made love over and over again; even when they went to clean up they couldn't help but embrace one another. Granted it wasn't helping that Jaclyn had found that she really liked the way Harley made her feel. She had become nearly insatiable, and no matter how sore she had gotten Jaclyn never turned Harley way.<br/><br/>Pushing up she winced lightly as her body still protested her movements. Looking down she could see bruises on her body, but still she smiled as she knew where they had come from. It was only because her body was still trying to gather its strength. Harley thought maybe the reason she was still weak, or took longer to heal was because of what her father had done to her. Still even with his concern she refused to go see a doctor. Not wanting to be taken to another cage. Her father swearing the government would not let her go if they ever got a hold of her. That Hunters would come once the truth of what she was got out.<br/><br/>Nibbling her lip she Jaclyn was worried Harley would want to push for to see a doctor once more if he saw the bruises. Not to mention he would probably feel bad, even if she asked for each and every one of them. Slowly and without disturbing Harley she pushed from the bed, making sure to sooth him if he started to stir. She knew even if she couldn't sleep that he needed his strength. So she made a plan to go find them some food and surprise him with breakfast. Part of her was worried about what she would find outside their cabin. But Jaclyn knew she would have to become stronger...for Harley. He may have chosen her but that didn't mean he had to be stuck with someone that was weak.<br/><br/>So she quickly and quietly pulled on a pair of pants and a shirt and slipped out of the cabin. Leaving a note on the pillow beside Harley, "<strong><em>Went to get food. Be back soon sleepy head." </em></strong>she wrote on the note and signed her name. She knew he would easily sniff her out after the last night. Even with the shower she had taken, Jaclyn could still smell a slight scent of him on her body. Not that she was going to complain any time soon.<br/><br/>Quickly she slipped from the cabin and sniffed the air, not sure if she would have to hunt or if there was a kitchen she could go to. So for a moment Jaclyn stood still and sent out her senses. But was surprised when the smells of battle filled her lungs. She froze for a moment and concentrated on what her senses could bring her. There was no rage, more....excitement that filtered through the air. And then she could hear taunting and laughter, it wasn't like a normal battle. No it was lighter than the fighting she had come upon before.<br/><br/>Her curiosity grew and she started off towards the commotion. Her bare feet took quick and well placed steps as she ran through the camp staying as unseen as possible. As she neared the gathering that center around a large fight going on her sense ran a hundred miles an hour. Why would they fight like this with one another? If they had some war coming up wouldn't they want to save their energy for that fight? Her curiosity grew as she stepped closer, her delicate frame nearing the edge of the circle that the men were fighting in. One man stumbling back quickly, but Jaclyn easily stepped out of his way. Her eyes taking in the site of the men battling, she could see Harley taking place in this...and holding his own easily enough. She could feel his strength as if it were part of her own. Her hands and feet move lightly as if she were mimicking the movements in her mind as she watched the men freely go at each other.<br/><br/>