Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut & Mordred)
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				Title: <strong>Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>28-08-2011, 22:32:51</strong>
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				Marcus arrived at the lab in his usual early way. First things first, the coffee pot was set.. extra strong. The music selection, always the next task.. seemed like a day for some metal. Thirdly, a phone call to the adorable and sexy coworker of his, Arwen Jones. It was a morning ritual he never passed on. Secretly he hoped it always meant that his was the first voice of the day she would hear. As always, he was prompted to leave a message..<br><br>"Good morning sleepy head! Just wanted to let you know the coffee is on and I'm just about to run the first diagnostics on our new tests. Damn, it's exciting! Integrating actual thinking synapses with movement! So.. not sure if you are still in bed or fighting your way through traffic but.. see you soon! Oh yeah.. and I had another one of those weird dreams again. It was even stranger than the last one. OK.. I got the beep-"<br><br>Sitting back in his chair, Marcus let his thoughts drift to imagining how Arwen looks when she stirs out of bed. In some slinky lingerie, or deliciously naked? In adorable pj's, or a big t-shirt? As always, those thoughts then shifted to him there stirring with her. The next question was, would she jump up on top of him or snuggle her scrumptiously curvy body back into his?<br><br>He was never one to worry too much about women. Being 6'7" with the classic Scandinavian features of&nbsp; blue eyes and spiky blond hair seemed to bring him attention, yet because of the dedication to his studies and work, he had very little time for play. With Arwen Jones, however, Marcus Brown was obsessed. She was his type in every way.. curvaceous yet petite, adorable, sexy.. and brilliant. She had to be, for the two of them were the only living beings that were about to bring true bionic technologies out of the realms of sci-fi and into the real world.<br><br>As classic Black Sabbath flooded the lab, Marcus' thoughts returned to his dream. It was obvious he was becoming too wrapped in their work for in his unsettling dreams, he was oddly starting to feel less human and somehow, mechanical.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut</strong> on <strong>28-08-2011, 23:19:07</strong>
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				Anwen woke to the sound of Marcus' voice on her answering machine. <br><br><em>Oh yeah.. and I had another one of those weird dreams again. It was even stranger than the last one. OK.. I got the beep-</em><br><br>She smiled at sat up, leaning over to her bedside table to press the replay button. His full message made her smile even brighter. There was no one who affected her quite like Marcus. Nothing that made her heart race as much. They had worked together for two years now, and Anwen could say that she'd been in love with him for about a year and a half of that time. <br><br>But they worked together so well, and their breakthroughs had the potential to be so groundbreaking, that she couldn't throw it away just for her feelings. If he didn't return her love... well, she'd never be able to look at him again, let alone work with him. <br><br>Clambering out of bed, Anwen dressed quickly and simply. Skinny dark jeans, a t-shirt and converse trainers. Her hair was brushed until it shone auburn bright, and then got tied up in a high ponytail, hiding it from everyone. Hell, she'd spend all day in the lab anyway, draped in a shapeless lab coat. What did it matter?<br><br>The drive to work was tedious, as always, and the only thing that got her through it was the thought of seeing Marcus at the end of it. As sad as that may be... <br><br>Black Sabbath was blasting from the lab when she finally got there, at a volume loud enough to rattle teeth. Not her style, but very Marcus. After grabbing her lab coat and a mug of strong, hot coffee, Anwen wandered to Marcus' side, looking at his work.<br><br>"So what was this weird dream, then?" she asked, looking up at him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>29-08-2011, 03:44:20</strong>
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				Marcus sat staring in a reflection as the music blasted through the air. He was always very youthful looking, definitely not appearing his full 31 years. The face looking back wasn't the same, however. The dreams were starting to mess up his sleep and the red, sore eyes were the evidence. He also forgot to shave this morning, which wasn't like him at all. The giant in the lab coat with the cheeky face and spiky hair that stared back at him was a stranger. These thoughts faded as a sound he always loved just barely made it's way through the dripping guitar. The familiar door-beeps of Arwen followed by the whoosh of vaccum sealed air as the door let her in.<br><br>He stood there with a big grin as Arwen approached with coffee in hand. He always did. She was as usual, absolutely beautiful. Sometimes he wondered if she simply materialized each morning in this state of perfection. So many times he wanted to tell her just how crazy he was about her.. and yet.. somehow.. with her he would always lose his nerve. Once a few months before, he had gotten uncharacteristically drunk and called her at 3:30am, ready to pour out his heart. When she answered, all sleepy, he did a detour and raved about their recent progress. Somehow, she sounded disappointed as he spoke. Marcus took that as a sign he shouldn't have bothered her at such a crazy hour. He vowed to himself to never make that mistake again.<br><br>"So what was this weird dream, then?" she asked, looking up at him.<br><br>Towering over her, grin still wildly in place, Marcus nudged towards the monitors. "See that? Perfect integration of thought to machine! All we have to do now is connect this to living tissue and we are in business, baby!" Hands on her shoulders, he could tell she wasn't going to drop the question about his dream. Damn! Why did I have to mention it? Sometimes he felt as though Arwen, his best friend, wanted to mother him as well.<br><br>"The dream..", he sighed, "It was just as before. It was as if my vision was blurred, or distorted. Sounds were warped, as if through a speaker, kind of. Electronic sounding is the best I can think of." There was more, though. Something new and slightly unsettling. He could tell by Arwen's expression, she wasn't satisfied yet by his recounting. "Ok.. also.. it was if all my thoughts were triggering machines off in the distance. Yet they felt more like thoughts themselves. Like my every thought was sending circuits whizzing through wires and chips. I wouldn't mind.. it was kind of interesting.. but this dream kept returning as I drifted in and out of sleep." Near the end of his sleep, Marcus felt as if he was losing his mind. Inside a computer. It made no sense.<br><br>Smiling down into her beautiful face, hoping he kept his love of this adorable woman held by his usual poker-expression, Marcus shrugged. "So, Dr. Jones, whatcha make of these latest dream details?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut</strong> on <strong>29-08-2011, 20:06:54</strong>
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				His hands were huge of her shoulders, covering them completely, and he smiled as if everything was right with the world. But Anwen wasn't convinced. She gave him her trademark uncompromising stare and he soon buckled. <br><br>On hearing his story, she frowned, her look of concern clear. Maybe they had been working too much. Too stuck on their breakthroughs. "Maybe we've been working too hard," she said, her voice soft and not judging. She looked up at him, putting her hands over his, she squeezed them and smiled at him. "You're too important to have you cracking up on me from stress," she joked. Another hint that would probably go unnoticed. <br><br>Squeezing his hands one last time, Anwen turned away and moved over to her work-station. There she had human nerves taken from a cadaver, attached to wires. By sending electrical impulses down the nerve cells, she mimicked pain and sensation, which was then picked up by the wires at the other end, attached to computers. It had taken a while to make the computer sensors sensitive enough to do it, but this had been one of their first breakthroughs. Now, she was looking at implementing it on a wider scale. The implications of their study were huge, and Anwen just knew that they were so close to the final pay off... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 00:07:17</strong>
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				Oh little beauty, he thought, if only you knew the thoughts I had about you. He would sometimes feel bad about the sexual images that flooded his mind. Ah but they went along with the crazy pounding in his heart, so that guilt would instantly fade. Anwen was much more to him than a sexy creature. Marcus Brown was in love. How on earth, he wondered, would such an adorable, perfect little package such as her ever be interested in such a big lug?<br><br>As she turned away, those lovely little hands slipped out of his. "Naw, I won't be cracking up on you. I'd first rather find ways to crack <em>you</em> up!" Reaching for his coffee, Marcus hand shook wildly before he grabbed with his other. What the hell is happening to you? He noticed the look on her face.. seeing any shaking like this and Anwen would be on him, unrelenting. Taking a few deep breaths, he calmed.. then reached again with a still hand to grab his cup.<br><br>Standing behind her, he suddenly realized a bit too close, Marcus focused on the numbers that floated across the screen. "My God.. you see that?", he pointed, forgetting how he pressed up against the woman who filled his dreams and thoughts, "If those figures are correct, we are months ahead of schedule!" Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around his adorable coworker, squeezing her tight before realizing. "Holy shit.. I'm sorry!" This flew out of his lips.. yet his grip didn't loosen for a few more moments. Breaking free of his daze, he realized Anwen, instantly going for his coffee.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 11:10:24</strong>
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				His arms were tight around her, hugging her to his hard body. Anwen couldn't help but close her eyes and sink into him for the few moment he held her. When he moved back, she shook her head and tried to smile like she was unaffected. "It's okay. It's good news," she reasoned. "We're far closer to our deadline than we thought..."<br><br>The nerves twitched and wiggled in front of her on the board. Now, they had to connect these impulses to flesh and muscle. Get dead flesh to move again. It would be gruesome, but she was used to that now. Their final task would be connect the brain. It would only work if the brain was whole. Otherwise memories, personality and behaviour would be lost. <br><br>"Well, at least to having a working body. Whether the brain will be working too is another question entirely," she said with a shrug. She was the cynical one of their partnership. He was the one who he kept her spirits up when they hit a roadblock in their research. He was her light when she got too down-hearted. <br><br>Anwen looked up at her planner above her workstation and groaned. "We have a meeting with the benefactors this afternoon," she told him. They would have to meet with old fogies who thought they were still 'in touch' and explain complicated biological and electronic processes in a way that they could understand, which was nearly impossible. "You're gonna have to do the talking, okay? Otherwise I might snap at them and get our funding cut."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 08:52:10</strong>
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				Marcus grinned. He secretly enjoyed filling the benefactors ears with details they pretended to be interested in but once he got started, they ended up all nodding with those blank expressions on their faces. Laymen's terms didn't seem to exist for their work. Bonding organic cells to plasma circuits.. there was no easy way to explain even the basics.<br><br>Grinning down at the adorable fire-ball, he took each of her hands into his. "Threatening the chairman of the board with a molecule blaster.. that was a bad move. I promise to always do the talking!" Looking down into her dark blue eyes with his paler grayish blues, Marcus felt all sorts of stuff melting inside his chest. There was a warmth in those depths that totally tugged at his heart. She would always hold his gaze so unwavering, it was difficult to then look away. Trying to speak, a hoarse grunt came out. Chuckling, he cleared his throat, hands squeezing hers before leaning close to whisper. "I thought the little shit had it coming, personally." Rubbing his nose against hers, a slight sigh escaped as Marcus slowly pulled his hands from her perfect, soft digits.<br><br>That last bit of touching fingertips held for what seemed a long, wonderful moments. Behind her, suddenly the readouts showed an interesting pattern. "Whoa.. holy.. Look at that!" Pulling one hand free, the other's fingers slipped back inside Anwen's. "Remember that weird discussion we had a couple days ago? If those figures are correct, maybe.. I know! I know you don't like this idea.. but maybe just a light try with the nerves in my arm? You know it sounds good. Look!" Pointing up at the staggering results that constantly increased, Marcus slammed the stainless steel table happily. "Yes! What do you say?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut</strong> on <strong>06-09-2011, 17:14:41</strong>
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				For a moment, Anwen thought he was going to kiss her. For a moment, her breath was held and every molecule of her body was waiting to feel his lips against hers. But then he pulled away. Shaking her head quickly, Anwen collected herself. <br><br>"All I said was that it seemed that his oversized moustache did his thinking for him..." she said, slightly sullenly. She was annoyed at the old coot who had threatened her with being fired, and at Marcus for not giving her what she wanted so badly. "No one needed to explain what that meant..." <br><br>Looking at the read out with her usual impassive stare. She was never as enthusiastic or loud or silly, but the people who she loved knew that it didn't mean she was cold or cruel. She just didn't get off from being all... enthusiastic everytime something remotely good happened. For the big stuff she was more expressive, but this was a small milestone, comparitively. <br><br>"Your arm?" she asked, pointing at one of their prosthetic arms. "Or your arm?" she said, squeezing the hand that still held hers. Looking up at him, Anwen held his gaze fearlessly. "You know I'll warn you off it, if it's the latter." If he did mean his own appendage, she'd do everything she could to disuade him. He was too precious to waste as a test subject. <br><br>Maybe if she told him how she felt then he'd be more careful with himself. Or he could, y'know, not care. That would suck. "Marcus... I..." She sighed and stopped, looking at the screen again. "I think we need to concentrate on getting all the different body parts to work together as a cohesive entity." <br><br>Yeah, she'd chickened out. She'd try again tomorrow. Maybe she'd have the courage then. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 08:54:56</strong>
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				"My left arm, to be exact. I don't really use it much anyway." Grinning, he pulled up his sleeve. "Just.. please, be gentle, Dr." Looking up at the clock, Marcus sighed. The meeting was at the far end of the building in five minutes. "Damn.. I better get my tie and go kiss some corporate ass."<br><br>The comment about his arm was mostly a joke yet not entirely. Since the strange recurring dream, Marcus was both fascinated and terrified by the idea of testing out some of their work on himself. It made no sense and he knew deep down Anwen would think him insane if he really pushed on it, but the thought was growing with each day. His father had gone mad at the same age he was now. At times he worried he was starting to show the same signs. Maybe I'm headed down that same yellow brick road, he thought.<br><br>Straightening the tie, Marcus stood before Anwen. "My noose.. err.. tie.. look alright?" Staring up at the figures again, he grimaced. It was a crazy waste of time, these silly meetings. They want results.. yet they pull one of their assets from the work, squandering valuable time. "I'm going to baffle these fools with so much 'jargon', they will be begging me to leave them in peace!"<br><br>Looking down into Anwen's gorgeous dark pools, Marcus smiled. "Ok, lovely one.. I'm off! Don't make any breakthrough discoveries without me!" Lean forward, he thought in a self-taunting way, and give this beauty a kiss. Instead, he reached up and tucked a rare wayward strand behind a perfect little ear. "I'll be back as soon as possible."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 22:52:45</strong>
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				"Marcus... please..." Anwen said reluctantly, tightening her grip on his hand before he pulled away. "It's too dangerous." But he wasn't listening. She could always tell when he went off into his own little world and stopped listening to her. <br><br>She sighed and adjusted his tie for him. The knot was too big. Never could get it right. She smoothed his shirt and tucked away the tail of the tie. God, she loved him so much. She wanted to lean into his hand, kiss his palm... But instead she let him go. <br><br>When he'd left the lab, Anwen turned back to her computer. She would find any possible reason to stop him testing it on himself. He laughed, like he was joking, but Anwen knew better. Her fingers flew over the keyboard as she looked at every discrepency, every problem... But there was nothing to say that this wouldn't be safe to test on a live human. Any problem could be easily rectified... but Anwen still wasn't happy. She slammed her fist onto the stainless steel desk with frustration. <br><br>She'd beg if she had to. He couldn't do this. Not yet. Maybe not ever. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 00:04:47</strong>
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				The meeting went far better than expected. Marcus did exactly as he planned, throwing all the technical jargon at them he could. He loved how their expressions slowly shifted from furrowed nods to absolute blankness. He even threw in a few question pauses. The silence was wonderfully deafening. At the end, they were nearly begging him with their smiling assurances to please go.<br><br>Through it all, however, he was thinking of Anwen. There was something in her eyes this morning. They were incredible eyes that he could gaze into forever.. yet this morning there was something different. Something even more beautiful and warm. As he walked down the long hall, his mind pulled every thought deep into those eyes. A warm breeze seemed to enter every sense.. until the buzzing returned. The damn buzzing from his dreams.<br><br>Feeling a sudden wave of nausea, Marcus jogged to the nearest bathroom. His entire body broke out in a sweat as that the dream came full force into his thoughts. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" Hunched over a sink, Marcus splashed cool water into his face.<br><br>Minutes later, composed, he continued towards the lab.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 10:56:17</strong>
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				Anwen lifted her head from where it rested on the cool steel worktop as Marcus came into the lab. She had exhausted every possibility. There was no viable reason that he couldn't test the electronics on his own arm, and she had to admit that they had made it as safe as possible. <br><br>She frowned as she saw his visage around the shelving that blocked their main work area from immediate view of the public walking passed the door. "Why are you all wet?" she asked, straightening up as he rounded the corner. She was short enough compared to him as it was, without slouching and making it worse. <br><br>Water was dripping from his hair, and his shirt was soaked dark with water. She walked over to him and reached up to feel his damp collar. As she did, she realised how pale and ashen his face looked. "Hey..." she said softly, her hand resting on his chest where she could reach easiest. "Are you okay?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 09:32:15</strong>
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				Forcing a smile, Marcus started shaking his head to protest there being anything wrong. That thought faded as Anwen's hand rested against his chest. Just that contact sent his heart racing. Taking a deep breath, her lovely perfume wrapped around him like a soft silk ribbon, pulling him closer.<br><br>Again he started to protest as those big dark eyes held his. Lifting his hand to cover hers, the words couldn't escape his lips, now while the concern on that beautiful face looked up at his. "It was that dream", he whispered. "It's.. doing something to me." Before he realized what he was doing, the other hand reached to her soft, perfect cheek.<br><br>His thumb caressed softly, sending an impulse of desire through every surface of skin, penetrating down into every cell of his being. That crazy racing heart inside him, he knew, was telling Anwen what she was doing to him. Just as he felt the pulse in her neck thumping against his palm.
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				Post by: <strong>ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 10:22:58</strong>
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				Just like that, the atmosphere in the room changed. The tension between them was cranked up to near unbearable levels. His heart beat hard against palm, and she could feel her heart match it. It was hard for Anwen to speak at that point. There were so many things she wanted to say. <br><br>"I can't let you test that thing on yourself, Marcus," she stuttered out finally, her voice sounding caught and fragile. This was an uncertainty that Anwen never felt. In numbers, chemistry, biology, physics... In computers and electronics... in those things, there was no uncertainty. They were constants, without variables or change. But this... emotions... love... This was all so confusing. <br><br>She looked at her hand against his shirt. Against his heart. "I can't let you hurt yourself, because... because I care... I love you too much."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 01:02:16</strong>
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				Marcus' mind flashed through various images in the moments that sped by. The first time he was introduced to Anwen Jones, when he stammered his first hello to the incredibly gifted scientist who to his shock was also amazingly gorgeous. Their first small success when they had a drink together, and he realized the brainy beauty also had a crazy sense of humor that he found infectious. Many others flipped like snapshots through his mind, each one joined by a stronger feeling as he grew more and more in love with this woman who now uttered words he had so longed to hear. Words that he dreamt of. Yet now, hearing those very sounds from these very lips he so wanted to kiss, doubt flooded his mind. Love as in.. Love? Or love as in.. as a friend?<br><br>Looking down into those dark blue eyes.. all doubt dissolved. They held that look he had seen earlier, yet with an even softer wave of color and warmth and softness that seemed to inflate his very soul. These eyes now held the love Marcus yearned for since that first time he saw Anwen's radiant smile. Without the faintest hesitation, in a voice softer than he knew existed in him, he whispered, "I love you.. too."<br><br>Instantly, doubt started to lap at those very thoughts. That familiar feeling as when he called her that one late night started closing in. No! He pushed it back. Not this time. Before it took hold, instead he took hold of this moment. Large hands framed the adorable face that was below his. Bending even closer, his pale blues locked on her darker orbs, softly he kissed Anwen's perfect lips. Everything else faded leaving only the feeling of her soft, warm lips against his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut</strong> on <strong>17-09-2011, 11:32:55</strong>
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				Anwen's smile was beyond joyful. It was a picture of perfect happiness as she looked up at the man she loved, who loved her too. It was even more than she could have imagined or dreamed. And then he kissed her. And then it really was perfect. <br><br>His lips caressed hers slowly, as if he was afraid that he was going to get pushed away. Which was ridiculous. Anwen wanted to grab him and pull him to her and jump up and wrap her legs around him... But she was still aware of the fragile state he was in. She could still feel him shaking as he held her, even if it was less than before. <br><br>So she just wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, gently coaxing him into letting her tongue into his mouth, just a little bit. It was a soft, slow and for the most part, chaste kiss. <br><br>When she finally pulled away from his ever so tempting mouth, she just wanted to kiss him again. Instead, Anwen sighed happily and brushed her thumb over his cheek. "I'm so glad you did that," she told him, pressing a small kiss to the end of his nose. "I've been waiting a year for you to do that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 23:31:41</strong>
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				Marcus almost thought this must be a dream. Surely if he pinched himself really hard, he would find himself still in bed, the alarm clock about to blast it's awful sounds. A grin spread as he voiced this thought. "And I have dreamed of this very moment more times than I can recall. How do I know this right now isn't also a dream?"<br><br>Oh but the warmth of this gorgeous woman here so close to him was too real to be all in his mind. Turning slightly, he kissed that thumb that lingered wonderfully so close to his lips. Palms still over Anwen's beautiful little face, he slid them back around a neck he was dying to kiss and nibble.<br><br>Leaning close, his lips again touched hers. Caressing back and forth slowly with a lick over those sweet lips, his tongue now slipped inside. Gently it touched hers, sending crazy little sensations through his entire body.<br><br>Down his hands moved.. down Anwen's perfect porcelain neck, down her sides, softly kneeding over the curves Marcus desired to feel against his own skin. Down and around this perfect little bundle of warmth and softness, he pulled her body close to his, suddenly aware of his highly aroused state. It was too late to pull back, he told himself, knowing she would literally feel how crazy she drove him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 13:39:51</strong>
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				Anwen pressed her tongue against his, just as he pressed his body against hers. She could feel his desire against her stomach, making her shiver with delight. That she could make him feel like that, and arousing him this much... <br><br>She giggled into his mouth and held him tighter, one hand tightening on his waist, the other on his chest. For the first time in a long time, Anwen really wished she was just a little bit taller. Just so her neck didn't hurt so much as she kissed him hungrily. <br><br>Pulling away for a second, she grinned at Marcus quickly, before turning and jumping up onto the workbench behind her. Now she was at the right height, she pulled his body to hers. Wrapping her legs around him, Anwen cradled his arousal with her hips, while her arms wrapped around his shoulders. "You closed the door, right?" she said, kissing him slowly. Small nips at his lips, hungry for his taste and his touch. They were tender and exploratory, discovering each other on a whole new level. More wonderful than she could ever have imagined. She caressed his face and smiled. "I love you... It feels good to say that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 05:04:28</strong>
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				Marcus instantly slid his hands back around her bottom, pulling them even closer together as he felt her legs lock around him. The heat that emanated from her grip sent ripples of intense warmth through his entire body. Through a heavenly kiss he had imagined more times than he could ever guess, he whispered in a moaning sound, "Yesss, we are all locked up."<br><br>Insatiable for every detail of taste, smell, texture.. Marcus looked deep in her endless dark eyes. At times he wondered what color they actually were, being so dark. Right now, mere inches away, he knew they were the darkest blue imaginable. "I love you", he somehow spoke through the sweet brush of wet lips. "My God.. if feels good to finally let you hear, know.. it feels incredible to hear those words from you."<br><br>Hands slowly moved up the wonderful curve of her hips, just barely under Anwen's t-shirt to touch upon skin so soft.. again little jolts of wild sensations sent through him. Brushing lips back along her cheek, Marcus whispered, "I don't think words could possibly describe how crazily I need you right now." Up and around her back, palm on delicious skin, his hands continued. As if in sync with his lips, they tugged her tongue, his playfully rubbing on it's sweet tip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 21:53:14</strong>
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				He tasted almost... metallic, Anwen noticed as they kissed, her tongue moving against his. Like when you sucked a penny when you were young, just to see what it tasted like. Or when you bite your lip until it bleeds. <br><br>It was strange, and yet totally him. His hair felt soft and silky between her fingers as she held his head to her. Her brain was taken up with savouring every single sensation of this. Her brain memorised the way he looked, his pupils dilated and his skin flushed as they looked at each other. The rough brush of his hands over the delicate, pale skin of her back. It made her back arch into him, pressing her breasts against his chest. <br><br>He set her body and mind on fire. The slow burn of attraction and tension had erupted into flames of love and passion. Her hips pushed up into his, cradling his desire against her core. She wanted him inside her, filling her life, her heart, her mind, her body, her bed... Forever. And even then, forever wouldn't be long enough. She needed him with every fibre of her being. <br><br>"Can we get away with it?" she asked when she pulled away. Her eyes were dark with arousal and she was panting. "Could we make love here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>15-10-2011, 09:21:04</strong>
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				The touch of Anwen's sweet little hands in his hair, against his scalp, sent goosebumps down his back, arms and sides. He wanted, needed, craved this woman more than he knew humanly possible. Running his tongue along inside her perfect lips, Marcus answered her posed question, "If we don't.. if I don't get inside you soon.. I'm going to explode!"<br><br>Somehow he fumbled between them at the buttons of his shirt, the back of his hands grazing against Anwen's full beasts. The thin t-shirt held within two hardened nipples Marcus had visualized more times than he could even guess. Two sweet treasures he dreamt of kissing, licking, worshipping. And now this gorgeous little bundle he loved and desired beyond his comprehension was going just as crazy for him and he for her. Hands unable to properly work the buttons, he ripped his pesky shirt open before moving them down to lift up her shirt. "I need your skin.. god I need you."<br><br>Up he pulled her top, fingers caressing up Anwen's silky sides, up they slid over her arms, up until it was free and flung to the side. Instantly, Marcus lowered, lips brushing down her neck, nibbling like a hungry creature.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut</strong> on <strong>15-10-2011, 11:06:29</strong>
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				Anwen tilted her head back, her mouth issuing soft sighs and moans as her lover's large hands skimmed over her body. The skin was rough, but their touch was gentle and it set all her nerves alight with desire and longing. <br><br>"Marcus..." His name was ripped from her lips as he began to pepper her sensitive neck with small nips and kisses. Reaching around her back, Anwen unclasped her bra. Her full, heavy breasts fell free from their silk casing, there for his delectation. <br><br>Her hands, now free to do as they pleased, pushed his shirt from his shoulders, opening his fine form to her grateful eyes. Better than she ever imagined. He was a beautiful human being. "Marcus..." she said again, smiling. Tilting his head up, she looked deep into his steely grey eyes, seeing everything she'd ever wanted. The man she wanted to spend her life with, making love and science. "I love you," she whispered, before placing her lips on his again and pressing their bare chests together. Her nipples brushed tantalising against the wiry hair of his chest, making her moan into his mouth. <br><br>More than she could ever have imagined. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>15-10-2011, 17:52:34</strong>
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				Her whisper of those words, I love you, was like an elixir that both soaked into his skin and echoed through his entire body. His eyes locked on hers, so filled with intense warmth, Marcus whispered softly again and again, "I love you.. Anwen." He hoped those words filled her, became part of her, to always be known and felt by her.<br><br>Skin that he would lay awake for hours night after night thinking about now brushed against his own. Her moans softly buzzed into his lips like tendriling waves that felt both organic and electric, nudged at the thought of his dreams, as if awakening that droning presence he now always felt inside. No! Pushed back, he wouldn't allow those thoughts to ruin this moment.<br><br>Lowering slowly, Marcus reluctantly pulled his lips from hers, but not from her sweet, delicious skin. Unable to keep his hands still, even his fingertips seemed to sigh with happy joy as they caressed. He knew now that every moment of his life had led to this, here, with this woman he loved not only with his mind and hear but with every molecule and fiber that made him who he was.<br><br>As his lips travelled down, there was not one tiny bit of skin he wanted to leave unsavoured. Soft kisses with whispering moans flowed over her perfection. Inside, Marcus kept promising every sweet surface he touched that he would return, many times. Yet there were two beacons that lured his lips and tongue. He could sense their pulsating heat wrapping around him, whispering their siren's song to his hunger. Suddenly, his ravenous kiss found one. First a soft kiss, the pink morsel slipping inside his opening lips, his tongue flicking softly. Softly quickly gave way to feverishly as the kiss morphed into a crazed suckle. His long arms cirled, tightened, pulled this wonderful creature he loved madly closer. "Mmmmmm", he moaned into her heavenly breast, "I love you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut</strong> on <strong>18-10-2011, 11:54:38</strong>
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				Grasping his hair firmly as he suckled and nibbled her sensitive breasts, throwing her head back to moan loudly and unabashed. Anwen had always thought that breasts were only there to give life to children. But now she could see that she was giving life to Marcus. Through their touch, and their love. And pleasure. <br><br>Before they fed their children, they would feed their lust and pleasure. Inclining her head, Anwen kissed his crown, caressing his silky hair as he continued to give pleasure to her and himself. Her soul felt quiet and content and full of love. She smiled against his hair and filled her nose with his smell. Yes... this was right. This was the way things were supposed to be. <br><br>And then the quiet moment was rudely interrupted by the loud, unnatural ringing of the telephone. Anwen groaned and knew that if they didn't answer, someone would come looking for them. She grabbed the handset and put it to her ear. <br><br>"Hello? ... Yes ... Well ... Ummmmm ... Well, with all due respect, sir ... No, we will be leaving the office momentarily. We have to go to some wholesalers to get the parts that we need to progress with the experiment ... Yes. It's imperitive. But we will be back in the office tomorrow. Yes ... Okay ... A good day to you too, sir." <br><br>Anwen put down the phone, groaning again with annoyance. "We'll have to leave now or he'll come looking for us. It was the chairman, he wants to check our progress for himself. As if he knows anything about what we're doing."<br><br>She looked at Marcus and kissed the end of his nose. "Do you want to come back to mine?" she asked, sincerely hoping that he'd say yes. She wanted him in her bed... now!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>20-10-2011, 09:53:57</strong>
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				Marcus was only lightly aware of the phone call, his thoughts pondering if any skin anywhere else was as wonderfully soft and delicious as the pale perfection that caressed against his lips. Tugging with nibbling persistence, his tongue hungrily swirled around the pulsating berry. Releasing with a sucking pop, his awareness slowly came to Anwen's lips speaking. He loved her voice. He wanted to hear that voice day and night, through every hour, in every possible way against his lips and skin.<br><br>As the conversation ended, his silly grin returned. There was nothing more real than this moment, and yet it was also wildly surreal. So sudden but also a day he felt he had waited a lifetime for. The girl of his dreams who he loved and desired with every breath, finally his. And she loved him as he loved her.<br><br>"Do you want to come back to mine?"<br><br>Taking that her juicy lower lip inside his, Marcus whispered a long breathing, "Yesssss.. God yes." Holding Anwen's sweet face, his eyes focused on hers as he slowly licked along the upper than lower lips. "Good thinking. Yeah, let's get out of here.."<br><br>Sliding arms down and around Anwen, his lips again found her ear, whispering, "There's only one place I want to, need to be.. inside you. That's where I belong."<br><br>The lingering effects of her wild touch through his hair still goosebumped over his entire body, Marcus sighed happily, greedily anticipating what joys awaited. One last look into those gorgeous dark blues, he couldn't wait to give this woman he loved crazy, wild pleasure. "Ok, let's get outta here before it's too late!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut</strong> on <strong>25-10-2011, 10:17:10</strong>
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				Anwen shivered as Marcus pulled away from her, both from the loss of heat, as well as the sensual nature of his words. He always evoked such a reaction from her. He had such a hold on her. Leaning forward, she quickly caught his lips and kissed him for a long moment before pulling away again and grinning. <br><br>She quickly hopped off of the worktop, and dressed quickly. Looking around Marcus she saw the bionic head that they'd been playing with, it's mechanical eyes hanging from the sockets. She pulled a face at the idea of those disturbing eyes watching them. Turning away from them, her eyes finding Marcus as he pulled on his shirt and tidied his work area. Her breath caught in her throat and she found herself feeling lightheaded. He was so good looking, smart, kind, honest... and now he was hers. And she was his. And it was all she'd ever hoped it would be. <br><br>Walking over to him, Anwen laced her fingers through his. "Come on, stud. I'll drive us home," she said, smiling up at her lover and pulling him out of the door. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 01:11:42</strong>
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				The moments between being at the lab and pulling up to Anwen's place were surreal to Marcus. Actually the entire day had been. Everything he wanted was now within his grasp. The girl of his dreams was his. Their work was progressing by leaps and bounds. And now, he was mere moments away from being where he had dreamt of for what seemed forever, Anwen's bed.<br><br>With the sound of the car's engine going silent, they sat there still for a moment. Taking Anwen's hand in his, Marcus leaned over to caress her sweet face with his other as he softly kissed her lips. Lips that were soft and full and absolute perfection mingled through his as their tongues danced and swayed in a loving caress. God she tasted good, he thought. He couldn't wait to discover every possible flavor and texture of this woman who he loved with every bit of his heart.<br><br>Suddenly a grin spread across his face as he whispered through exaggerated kissing sounds. "Miss Jones, we better get into your place before I tear these seats out, throw you in the back of this car, and have my wicked way with you."<br><br>Sitting back, by habit he patted his jacket. "Damn.. left my cell at the lab. Oh well." He'd have to get it later. Yet later was something he wasn't at all worried about right now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 18:57:55</strong>
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				Anwen giggled and caressed his face. She returned his kiss fully. "As much as I would love to steam up the windows of my car with you... I want our first time together to be somewhere a little more comfortable." She kissed him again as he lamented his cell. "That's good. It means there won't be any chance of interuption." <br><br>Getting out of the car faster than she ever had, Anwen waited for Marcus to circle the car. As soon as he was next to her, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her building. It was a new apartment building, but designed in an older, art deco style. The elevators were forties style cages, which meant that they couldn't fool around inside. Instead, Anwen just looked up at the man she loved so much, a soft smile playing around her features. He drove her crazy in so many wonderful ways. He stimulated her physically, mentally, academically... sexually. <br><br>The elevator cage crunched to a halt, a ding signaling their floor. At her door, Anwen blushed and looked up at Marcus. "Please excuse any mess," she said. Pushing open the door, she revealed her small space. The kitchen and living room were together, with just a small but plush sofa in front of a crazy large TV. Off of the main area was her bedroom, which was almost the same size as her living area. Through there was a walk through closet, leading to her bathroom. It was small, but perfectly contained for her. <br><br>Suddenly, she felt quite self concious. Marcus had never been to her apartment before and it was such a personal space. It was her sanctuary and she loved it, but it was hard to let someone new in. "So, um, this is my place," she said, blushing as she saw that her sofa was still covered with a fluffy blanket from the night before, with one of her stuffed toys. What was he going to think!?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 06:15:01</strong>
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				"Please excuse any mess"<br><br>Hearing those words, Marcus nearly burst out laughing. If only she could see my place, he thought. He was normally the tidiest person he knew, yet lately those bizarre dreams had sent his habits spiralling out of control. Now, his apartment was an absolute pit. It had been for weeks.<br><br>Walking through the door of Anwen's little nest felt to Marcus, suddenly, as if he was finally being released from a long imprisonment. His eyes flashed around, instantly adoring the feel and look of her home. As the door clicked shut, like a pouncing cat, he had her hands up against the door, devouring her sweet neck and face with kisses. "My god.. I want you. I've wanted you since I first laid eyes on you. Even before I fell madly in love with you." Knowing he would soon be inside her, feel every soft perfect bit of this angel's skin caressing against his own, sent an instant reaction to that thing of his that would soon be buried inside this gorgeous woman. Yet as soon as that feeling rippled down inside him, that damn dream also filled his mind. Shaking his head, Marcus slid his hands down Anwen's arms, down to caress that sweet face he loved, forcing a smile as he also forced away the images from the dream.<br><br>Slowly stepping back, he turned towards the couch. "I think your place is very nice. It's.. you." Picking up the stuffed toy, Marcus turned back to face Anwen, lifting it to his ear with a furrowed brown. "What?" Appearing to listen, he nodded as his eyes drank in his beautiful partner and love. "Yes, I totally agree.. Yes. Ohh, I promise. Yes. She's in the safest hands." Placing the toy down, suddenly feeling very corny as his face flooded with a heated sensation of turning red, "Your little friend there was just making sure I loved you as much as he does." Silently, he mouthed, 'I love you more.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 15:55:42</strong>
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				Never in her wildest dreams had Anwen ever imagined being so happy. Everyone dreams about that one perfect relationship at some point in their lives, and although she had always loved him madly, Anwen had never thought that she would find it with Marcus. It seemed too wonderful. She couldn't stop smiling. As he played with her bear, Tommy Teddy, and blushed at her, Anwen only felt her love for him grow. <br><br>Crossing the room quickly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a long, deep kiss. When she finally pulled away, panting, she looked up at him with wonder. "Oh, Marcus," she said. "How did I get so lucky?" <br><br>Resting her head on his chest, Anwen pushed her hands up the back of his shirt. Her hands felt the hard lines and soft skin, revelling in the sensation of touching him. Holding him for a few moments settled her again, so that they could move into the bedroom. Luckily, she had made the bed before she left for work that morning. It was made up with deep purple sheets, with matching blankets and pillows of different shades of purple. Nothing too controversial, girly or childish. <br><br>As she walked over to the bed, Anwen pulled off her t-shirt and unsnapped her bra, letting them fall to the floor around her. "This was where we had got up to, right?" she asked, smirking over her shoulder at her tall lover, trying to entice him over to her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>13-11-2011, 10:16:53</strong>
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				Before Anwen could turn her head fully towards him, Marcus was at her back, hands sliding up her sides to each take a full breast. Being what most would call a giant, his hands were nearly twice the size of those considered large.. and yet Anwen's breasts more than filled them. "My sexy little angel, you are wrong.. for this dude here who is about to explore, taste, and do his best to pleasure every delicious part of your body.. he, err.. I am the lucky one."<br><br>With impatience, he started removing his own clothes. Within moments, Marcus was sitting on the bed, completely naked, pulling Anwen closer.. his lips at perfect level to dive in to those delicious breasts. He couldn't get enough of her skin. Beyond being the softest, most beautiful shade in existence, it covered every wonderful part of this woman who he loved with every breath and beat he had. If you are dreaming, he thought to himself, don't you dare ever wake up.<br><br>"One with you", he whispered between softly kissing between her silky soft breasts. "That's all I want. To feel your pulse wrapped around me.. to have your air fill my lungs. To have nothing but your skin, your hair, you.. against my body. Your taste on my lips.. to join where you have already been for so long in my dreams." Looking up to those eyes, feeling that familiar sensation of melting happily inside, "And to see look right there inside those eyes if yours as we share that awesome, pure moment of pleasure.. I can't imagine anything better in this entire universe."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut</strong> on <strong>13-11-2011, 12:12:00</strong>
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				Anwen felt tears prick her eyes, but she pushed them back down. Leaning into his firm body, she straddled Marcus and wrapped her arms around his back. Her whole life was stretching out in front of her, and she would spend the rest of it with this man. She kissed him hungrily, trying to show him all the things she couldn't find the words to say. <br><br>As she pushed her body against his, they fell back onto her bed. Anwen took the opportunity to undo her jeans and try to pull them off. They fell to the floor with a thump, leaving her in a pair of silly cotton panties with hand prints on the butt. She giggled, rubbing her clothed core against his cock. Marcus was naked on her bed! <br><br>Her hands moved all over his body, feeling the places that she'd only ever dreamed about. His abs and pecs that called out to her, making her want to lick him all over. His strong arms that cradled her and those hands that covered her breasts entirely. The big legs that he'd use to pound into her... Anwen moaned out loud, her arousal at it's height. She wanted him inside her! Now!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>14-11-2011, 06:41:41</strong>
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				As Anwen rubbed her straddling legs over his cock, Marcus could feel her slick juices penetrating through, making his throbbing member wet with what he knew in moments would be wrapped around him, entirely. Even just thinking this seemed to send down wild impulses, each one visibly lifting her while pushing them somehow closer together.<br><br>Unable to contain his roaming hands for even a moment, they slid and caressed everwhere he could reach. Thank god I have long arms, Marcus thought. As they wrapped down around the cheeks of her bottom, he squeezed her closer, feeling a wild pattern of pulse from the haven between Anwen's legs. "Finally, where I belong", he spoke softly, looking into those dark blue eyes he loved with all his heart. "Here, with you in my arms.." His large hand caressed down her side, between them, under those cotton panties as his eyes remained on hers. Cupping that warm, smooth mound that would soon be filled with him, a moan escaped his lips into hers. "Mmm, how I have dreamed of this exact moment!"<br><br>Suddenly the need overtook Marcus. Both hands slid under Anwen's legs, reaching back to grab her panties as he lifted up under her. Wiggling, inching them around the gorgeous curve of hips and bottom, his arms nudged her legs straight over him until both ankles rested for a moment on his chest. He grinned up into her beautiful smiling face. Ohh, the benefits of being tall! With a last little tug over her adorable feet, the damp cotton garment was flung to the side.<br><br>With nothing between them whatsoever, Marcus lifted his sweet angel up and back a bit, until her gorgeous lower lips rested directly over his cock. It was so hard, so crazily throbbing, he felt it would explode if it didn't get inside her soon. On it's top little slit, a clear thick drop of pre-cum oozed out. Lifting Anwen as their eyes remained held, the head just barely vanished inside her as he slowly lowered her, making them one. "I love you", he said softly as the world seemed to be made more right than ever before. Finally, he was inside his love.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut</strong> on <strong>19-11-2011, 22:17:18</strong>
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				Time seemed to stop as he pushed inside her. The line between 'Marcus' and 'Anwen' didn't exist anymore. They were one person. This was the way it would be for the rest of their lives, she just knew it. She wanted it so badly. Just to be with him until the day she died. <br><br>Her arms circled his torso, her hands pressed to the smooth skin of his back. She could feel his heartbeat against her chest, mirroring her own. Breathing in quick gaps, Anwen began to slowly move on top of her love's body. She pushed him deep inside her body, before rising up until he was nearly all the way out, and slamming back down on top of him. But however she moved, he wasn't deep enough. She needed more. <br><br>"Please," she begged him, looking into his grey eyes. "I want you on top, Marcus. I want you to drive into me..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>26-11-2011, 10:15:29</strong>
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				In answer to hearing and feeling Anwen's request, his heart took over, his love's wishes instantly his own. To be over his gorgeous little angel, feel her legs as he knew they would be, vise-gripped around his body, pulling him down hard with every deep thrust.<br><br>Sliding to the beds edge, Marcus sat up with the girl he loved with all his heart perfect on his lap, arms wrapped around each other. Bodies still, the wild throbbing between them, in Anwen's glove fitting walls, was intense and hypnotic. Swaying against the beautiful girl of his dreams, he slowly stood. Instinctively, their bodies tightened into each other. The sway quickened instantly as the long legs of Marcus pumped standing into Anwen's curvy perfection that was attached. Gorgeous wet slaps filled the air as they met each other with each wonderfully synced move.<br><br>Somehow they moved down to the bed, him over her, his hands taking Anwen's above their heads as he pushed deep inside. "Ah yes, my love.. this.. just like this.. this is where I have dreamed of being. Here inside my Anwen." Pouncing with a storm of kisses, his gaze never able to leave her dark blue eyes, their bodies flowed and fit together as if always meant to be connected. He knew nothing in this world could ruin what they had before them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut</strong> on <strong>27-11-2011, 18:50:22</strong>
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				Their eyes were fixed, looking at each other even as they kissed, moaned and made love. That's what it was, at its core. Yes, it was slightly desperate, but that didn't make it any less loving. They had both waited for this for so long. It was almost unbelievable and Anwen was still waiting to wake up from this amazing, perfect dream. Holding his hands, feeling their size swamping hers, she looked up into his steely grey eyes. <br><br><em>Oh, you beautiful man... I can't believe you're mine... What did I do to deserve you?</em><br><br>Her body arched against his, pressing further into her lover as their bodies moved in sync. They were so intimately in tune with each other. It was like she had finally come home. She was with the person who she'd spend the rest of her life with. <br><br>Kissing him deeply for a long moment, Anwen wrapped her legs around his hips as he pumped his cock inside her. "I'm yours, Marcus," she whispered with a little difficulty as her breath hitched. "Forever. I'll love you forever." She gasped and moaned loudly as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. "Oh yes...!" she exclaimed. <br><br>Her climax was fast approaching and all she could do was clutch Marcus tighter as she climbed those final rungs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>01-12-2011, 02:31:16</strong>
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				There was something extra magical in a kiss that evolved as a rising tide sent it's giant wave to crash amongst the ebb and flow of two perfectly moving bodies. As along every bit of skin and in every breath that touched, there was nothing more in tune or in sync. All moments past and forward zooming into one pure flash of the most right, wonderful, euphoric reality. This depth of inner thought sprung in the mind of Marcus in a single moment as he looked into the eyes of the woman who would always hold his heart.<br><br>Feeling those waves approaching fast, their movements into and against each other increased in wild harmony. With each deep push into his angel, Marcus could feel Anwen's legs tighten a bit more around his hips.. somehow pulling him in deeper still. Designed for each other, he knew. Those sweet, lovely walls.. they were always waiting for him. Just as he was always lurking through life to find and be with this lovely creature. How ironic that cold science would bring two into such a love. A love that was just taking true shape but would last forever, he knew through every fiber in his heart.<br><br>Lips sliding and colliding with hers, those words she spoke lingered inside him until his sound brushed inside hers.. "Yessss, forever, my love.. yesssss..." The tide came crashing in.. driving him with an even wilder, more crazed pushing need into his love's depths.. while swelling his pounding heart as their bodies seemed to be one moving, contracting creature. "Yesssssss.. I love you!" Colors, shapes, sounds.. every bit of input.. merged into one intense, soaring sensation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut</strong> on <strong>06-12-2011, 11:00:33</strong>
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				Pleasure crashed over Anwen's body as she climaxed. Her body spasmed and clenched, shuddering around his hard cock. She held tightly onto Marcus as if the world was trying to tear them apart. Gasping, she collapsed against the bed, feeling her pussy fill with his seed. <br><br>Intoxicating. That's what he was. As they both lay panting on the bed, trying to calm their racing hearts, Anwen leaned up and kissed her love gently. Smiling up at him, she tried to show him all the ways she loved him in that one small kiss. Maybe it wasn't possible, but she'd do her best.<br><br>"That was... better than I ever imagined..." she told him. There was just enough space between their lips for her to talk. "And I imagined plenty!" She giggled and rolled them so that they were lying side by side on the bed. Her head rested on his chest above his heart, listening to its steady beating. "I love you, Marcus. I don't think I'll ever be able to say that enough."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>14-12-2011, 07:30:01</strong>
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				Sliding arms under his love, Marcus grinned against her skin, unable to keep his lips still in one place. Inside her he remained as the crazy pulsations, contractions, throbs.. slowed. "I love you, Anwen." Giving soft little kisses along her chin, he continued whispering those words.<br><br>"So many times while we worked, I would look over at you. I would just fill with a joy at how perfect you are. Everything gorgeous and brilliant.. in one sweet, adorable package. Never imagining.. even while I dreamed and hoped.. that you would truly some day be mine."<br><br>Out of nowhere, the residue of the horrible dream flooded his mind, sending a spike of pain through each temple. "Aaarghh", he yelled out, rolling off Anwen, grabbing his head. "Fuck! Oh god!", he jumped up. "Oh baby.. please.. I'm sorry."<br><br>Seeing the look of panic in Anwen's eyes, Marcus lowered his shaking hands. "Phew.. sorry.. I think I overreacted. Do you have any.." Again a blast as that electric humming filled his thoughts. "..Advil or.. anything?" Sitting down, he forced a calm appearance, grinning. "I've always been a baby when it comes to headaches. That one just surprised me. Sorry."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut</strong> on <strong>15-12-2011, 11:54:00</strong>
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				Anwen felt the sudden shock of pain run through Marcus' body as she jumped off of her, alarming her greatly. She didn't want to leave his side, but reluctantly, she stood and went to the bathroom. Grabbing a glass, she filled it with water and popped out a couple of pills into her palm. <br><br>"Here," she said, dropping them into his hand and handing him the glass. Sitting beside him, she leant in and kissed his temple, still feeling the tension running through his body. <br><br>"That was not a simple headache," she said softly, resting her head on his shoulder. "What's going on with you, Marcus?" Pushing his blonde locks away from his forehead, feeling the claminess of his skin, her brow furrowed. "Earlier when you came in you were shaking and feverish. Now you're doubled over in pain." <br><br>She took his hands in hers and kissed his knuckles. "Please, tell me what's wrong. Truthfully. You don't have to pretend to be a big strong man around me..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>16-12-2011, 08:49:28</strong>
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				While she went to get him something to sooth his pain, Marcus turned his palms upward to stare at his arms. Another flash of memory from the dream reminded him how under the skin his veins seemed to shine with a silvery glow. Also within the dream, it was as if whatever ran through his veins wasn't blood.. but a liquid that fed circuits.. humming with a sensation that was terrifying yet exhilarating. To his relief, he seemed himself. You are going mad, he thought. How can a dream force it's way into reality?<br><br>Moments later he popped the pills then wrapped an arm around Anwen's shoulders, sitting up as her concerned words lured his full attention. "It's just that dream. What else can it be?" He forced a smile but instantly felt his entire body start to shake. Sighing, knowing he couldn't.. nor did he truly want to lie to the girl who was everything to him, Marcus cleared his throat, letting a memory from his childhood suddenly spill through shaking lips.<br><br>"When I was a young boy, I suffered from migraines. My parents sent me to various doctors but nobody could help. No particular pill or injection or any treatment seemed to help at all." Pausing, Marcus knew if he continued, Anwen might wonder about his sanity. "Soon, I also started having these crazy dreams. I was eight years old.. dreaming things no child should even be exposed to.. let alone have enter their dreams. My flesh would rip, things jabbing into me.. metal.. acid poured onto my skin. I started waking my parents by the screams as I slept."<br><br>He watched her warm concerned face. Inside he could feel the tears from those old memories threatening.. which he pushed back. "One day they decided to take me to a hypnotherapist. It was a last shot to save their kid from.. well.. there was talk of sending me to a hospital where I wouldn't ever be released from. Or not for many years. The only thing that seemed to relieve me in any way was my schoolwork. Like you.." A smile raised as he caressed Anwen's beautiful neck, a flood of love filling his entire being. "Like you, I showed signs very young of being exceptionally gifted with math and science."<br><br>"So, this specialist they took me to.. he cured me! Thirty minutes and the nightmares, migraines, the terror.. it all ended. Just like that." Now, the hard part. "He told my parents.. what I suffered from was a rare phenomena called.. Psychic Memory Trauma. It's supposedly my mind knowing, somehow.. someday.. something horrifically traumatic will occur. Something that has crept into my subconscious, through some supposed moment in the future." Yes, he was certain, she will now make an excuse and get this madman out of her home. Who wouldn't? What he explained was absolute madness.<br><br>Hands still within hers, he raised Anwen's palm. Closing his eyes, Marcus leaned his fevered cheek against her soft skin, hoping this wasn't too much to take in.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut</strong> on <strong>16-12-2011, 20:47:00</strong>
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				Anwen turned her head and kissed the palm of his hand softly. Pulling herself up, she straddled him again, albeit in an almost completely non-sexual way. Holding his head between her hands, she made him look into her eyes.<br><br>"Nothing is ever going to happen to you, Marcus. Not while I'm still breathing," she promised. "I love you and I'll never leave you." <br><br>Wrapping her arms around his strong shoulders, she held him tightly. His body was still tense, as if he were holding the weight of the world upon his shoulders. But he didn't have to hold all his troubles alone anymore. She was there to share the load and she would be there for him forever. <br><br>Closing her eyes, she concentrated on just enjoying the feeling of his body against hers as he relaxed. Anwen just wanted him to be happy and she would do everything in her power to make that happen. Reluctantly, she pulled herself off his body and lay back on the bed. "Come on. Come rest next to me..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>03-01-2012, 04:40:18</strong>
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				Laying down next to Anwen, Marcus slid his arms around to pull her up over him. Caressing fingers up and down her sides, he glanced down the flowing seam between their bodies. "Mmmm, from this angle, I'd say we look to have been built and meant for this exact position, your lovely, delicious, curvy perfection perfectly nestled against my own."<br><br>The strange sensations of only moments before faded by Anwen's reassuring words. He was quite shocked, really, having those old familiar feelings rise inside his mind. The dreams were one thing.. the old memories, those that filled his childhood with so many sleepless nights and days of terror, another.<br><br>Sliding fingers up into his love's soft dark strands, Marcus smiled into her gorgeous dark eyes. "I love you.. and you are right.. nothing will happen to either of us." Taking a deep breath, he filled his lungs, lifting Anwen against his full chest, her soft skin caressing in a mesmerizing against his own as they seemed to grind and push a bit closer against into each other. "While we both breath, my love. You are quite stuck with me also."<br><br>Closing his eyes, Marcus felt himself drift into a peaceful, sleep-like state.. as content and happy as he could ever remember.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 22:00:43</strong>
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				Anwen slid off of Marcus' hard body as he slipped into sleep. Lying at his side while he slumbered, she allowed herself to watch him and to dream. Was it too early to imagine marrying him or what their children might look like? Yes, she was an imperical scientist, but that didn't mean she didn't want a family. Genetically speaking, it would be fascinating to see how their IQs correlated to the IQ of their offspring. Hopefully they'd get his height... She blushed and smiled, brushing a lock of blonde hair from her love's strong brow. <br><br>Lord, how she loved him. Maybe it was overdramatic to think, but she'd walk over broken glass for him. Kissing his chest softly, she snuggled down into the bed, pulling the covers over them. <br><br>Falling asleep with Marcus next to her, his heart beating in her ear and his face the last thing she saw... It was the best sleep Anwen had ever had. Love... It was kind of amazing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>09-01-2012, 22:26:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For the first time in a long time, Marcus slept a peaceful sleep with no strange dreams. No dreams at all, in fact, which was unusual yet very soothing. Slowly opening his eyes, for a wild moment he wondered if he was finally slipping into a dream as the one most important thing came into his joyful, sleepy view. Anwen. If sleeping next to my love means a peaceful sleep, he thought, she is even more wonderful and perfect than I ever imagined.<br><br>Leaning close, with the faintest touch he kissed her lips, taking in the dimly lit details of the woman who held his heart happily within her own. Perfection softly dozed before him. Every hair, every tiny bit of skin.. even how her lips pressed into a pout as she slumbered next to him.. was exactly as he imagined her to be. The most amazing brain he ever encountered bundled perfectly inside the most beautiful, sweet creature he had ever met. And she was his. "I promise with every drop of blood inside me to make you the happiest woman alive", he whispered before giving Anwen one more feather soft kiss.<br><br>Ten minutes later, Marcus stood with a cup of coffee, looking out a window into the pitch black world of 4:35 am. Inside he felt a happiness like never before. They had many happy, wonderful years before them that nothing, he knew, could ruin. Life was suddenly not just good.. but wildly wonderful and about as perfect as he ever hoped possible.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 20:41:43</strong>
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				A flicker of light hit Anwen's face, stirring her from her sleep. It was orange and distorted by the buildings through which it filtered. It was still early, Anwen could see as she looked up at her alarm clock, but Marcus wasn't laying beside her. 5:30AM... Where could he be?<br><br>Pulling herself out of bed, she shook her tangled hair out of her face, blinking blearily at the world. His clothes still lay on the floor where they'd been discarded. Apart from his boxers. She yawned and shoved her hand under her pillow, finding the large t-shirt she usually slept in. She pulled it on over her head and padded through to the main room. <br><br>There he was. Lit up with early morning sunshine, he looked like a Greek god. Beautiful and so strong. And he was all hers. She smiled and walked over to his side, wrapping her arms around him. She hardly came up to his shoulder, but it didn't matter. They still fitted together perfectly. <br><br>"You look happy," she said, her voice soft with left over sleepiness. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>15-01-2012, 08:33:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Every since he was a small child, from around the time the strange nightmares began, Marcus would at times slip into an almost mindless state. In the past, it would be used to part from the fears of the horrible dreams. Later, when a particular solution needed to be thought, he found the mindset oddly helpful. As if that part of his brain pulled every cell into work to find an answer, while somehow leaving him in peace. In this state he stood as the lovely warm body of his beloved snuggled him from behind.<br><br>Snapping out of his daze, Marcus turned within Anwen's arms, smiling as he snapped her up into his arms. With a crazed pounce, his lips were on hers, whispering between insatiable tugs on two delicious lips. "I don't think I ever truly knew what being happy was until right now, here, being with you. Knowing that this wonderful, beautiful, brilliant creature who stole my heart the first time those dark blue beauties looked into mine.. felt the same."<br><br>Pulling her tight into him, hands wrapped around his angel's deliciously bare bottom, he smiled as inside his heart pounded with a combined fuel of strong black coffee and absolute love. "You look quite happy also, my scrumptious lady. You also look quite edible. And as luck would have it, I am famished!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut</strong> on <strong>24-01-2012, 20:50:49</strong>
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				With a small squeal, Anwen was hoisted into Marcus' strong arms. Her arms went around his shoulders and she leaned in to kiss him deeply, tasting the coffee on his tongue. It wasn't her favourite taste in the world, but it was the taste of him. He always had at least a hint of coffee around him and it was a smell and taste she irrevoccably linked to him. As a result, coffee had become a bit of an aphrodisiac for Anwen... <br><br>Her lips turned up as they moved against his. She loved this. If at all possible, it was even better than she'd dreamed it could be. <br><br>"Well..." she said finally, as she pulled away just far enough to speak. "We could go get breakfast or..." She trailed off, looking back over her shoulder to her bedroom door. Wrapping her legs tighter around his hips, she grinned and tried to look innocent. "What do you think? We don't have to be at work for another three hours."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 00:41:32</strong>
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				"My sweet lady, just when I thought I couldn't get more aroused or feel more crazily insatiable for you", Marcus whispered through wildly sliding, nibbling lips, "Feel that? That thing that you have twitching inside those lovely thighs?" Arms around Anwen, his hips pushed within her wrapped legs. "I choose option number two.. now and forever. We can get a bite on the way to work."<br><br>With his adorable love perfectly attached, he made his way slowly towards the bedroom, each step seeming to lure him into a hardened state of need that soared beyond any he could recall feeling. Inside, his heart felt as if it would beat right out of it's cage of ribs. "You do realize, my sweet, brilliant, beautiful woman.. you have totally captured yourself here a creature that will simply never be able to get enough of you, yes?"<br><br>Before she could answer, Marcus crouched to set Anwen on the bed's end. "Right now", he whispered with a deep, hungry need, while pushing apart two juicy thighs, "I have to taste you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut</strong> on <strong>08-02-2012, 21:52:19</strong>
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				When they finally got around to getting dressed, it was nearly eight o'clock. An hour had been spent slowly exploring their bodies, getting to know each other in a way that they never had imagined they'd be able to. After that was a shower, where they ended up getting dirtier than they had been to begin with. <br><br>Anwen watched Marcus get dressed in the mirror as she dried her hair. Her dark brown locks fell over her bare shoulder, warm and dry from the blow-drier. She wanted to turn around and pull her love back into the still rumpled bed. She wanted to live there with him forever, happy in his embrace. <br><br>Reluctantly, she snapped on her purple cotton bra and pulled on a pair of matching panties. Walking up behind Marcus as he buttoned up his shirt, she wrapped her arms around him. She didn't want to say those three words again. She didn't want to overuse them. They would have plenty of time to say those words time and time again.<br><br>"You're my whole world," were the words she finally chose, spoken into his back. Pulling away reluctantly, she found a black t-shirt with a silver Batman logo on and a pair of dark grey jeans. <br><br>Ready for work. At least she could still be with him all day. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>20-02-2012, 03:46:15</strong>
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				As they prepared for the day, Marcus felt a sudden foreboding, not wanting to leave this wonderful nest where the magic he dreamt of for so long, the joining of their passion and love, finally came true. Closing his eyes for a moment as he finished the last buttons of a very crumbled shirt, he felt and heard Anwen's words against his back. The worrying feeling faded instantly. Silly fool, he thought to himself, the world was now as perfect as you could ever want. You got your girl. What more can you want?<br><br>Playfully cornering her against the front door before they departed into the outside world, Marcus whispered through soft strands as he hugged her from behind, "The sooner we get through this day, the sooner we are back here and mmmm.. the sooner I am again inside you." Hands slid down to squeeze into Anwen's luscious hips, "Besides, I have this gut feeling we are going to have an amazing breakthrough today."<br><br>Looking down at the gorgeous girl of his dreams, he couldn't help but say again, "I love you, Anwen", with a swirling lick inside her ear. "Let's go kick some world changing ass at the lab!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 21:53:06</strong>
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				Anwen smiled and gave his butt a smack, kissing him on the cheek as she shoved him out of her apartment so she could lock the door. They held hands in the elevator on the way down and she couldn't stop grinning. The sun was bright and warm, the sky clear and beautiful, as if the weather was celebrating for them. <br><br>Her car started without complaint, for once. The radio that came on to her favourite song. All that marred the beautiful day was the strange curdling feeling in her stomach, like nothing could possibly stay this good. But it had to, because this wasn't just good. This was Marcus and they were meant to be. This was the rest of her life and it wouldn't always be perfect like this, but they would always love each other and be together. <br><br>The drive to work was uneventful and her favourite spot was open in the car park when they got there. <br><br>"Look, before we go in, I just want to make sure we've got things straightened out... I don't want anyone at work to know we're together. It's not their business and the bosses could argue that we shouldn't be working together if we're in a relationship. Which is bullshit, but we're too close to a breakthrough to let them ruin it. Agreed?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (ColdBloodedJellyDoughnut &amp; Mordred)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>08-03-2012, 22:27:17</strong>
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				"Wow, you are right.. I never thought of the whole work and relationship thing. Agreed, a thousand percent." Leaning down to her as they walked from the car, he whispered with a grin against her ear. "What will be the hard part is keeping my greedy hands off of you during work hours, my succulent little angel." <br><br>Suddenly, a thought flooded his mind. "Oh shit.. what about yesterday? The lab is crawling with cameras." Answering his own question, Marcus snapped his fingers. "Actually, we didn't really do anything.. or nothing too discriminating. Plus.. Lenny in security still owes me a favor for lending him my place a few weeks back. Seems he didn't want to take his girlfriend home to meet his wife."<br><br>When the elevator doors closed, he Marcus pounced upon Anwen, covering her face in kisses as he pulled her warm body close, whispering softly through a crazy mingling of sliding, wet lips, "I love you. I'm crazy about you." Hands squeezing into her sides, he could just feel the softness of her breasts. Breasts that not too long before were sliding wonderfully against his skin. "God.. I want you again already." The last words came in a deep, growly voice.<br><br>As the elevator came to it's usual slowing at their floor, releasing her lower lip slowly with one last lick, he grinned. "We're gonna kick some ass today. I can feel it in my veins." It was true. Marcus felt as if today would be the most intense day of their work yet. Somewhere deep inside, there was also that nagging little sensation of doom, which he pushed aside, totally ignoring.
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