Dreaming With Her Eyes Wide Open (Noxie & Wyatt)
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				Title: <strong>Dreaming With Her Eyes Wide Open (Noxie &amp; Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Noxie</strong> on <strong>18-03-2012, 21:50:07</strong>
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				“No. I’m not hungry.”<br><br>Mia sighed heavily as she turned back to her stubborn sister. This was really not the day to do this. Her sister had to get off to school soon, Mia had to get down to her job as a waitress at a local diner, and one look at the clock revealed that at this rate both of them were going to be late. However, Mia did not really have a choice in this matter. She knew this wasn’t really her sister talking. It was the anorexia. The disease had taken her little sister into its grasp three years ago after their parents died. A drunk driver had struck their car head on. The paramedics said there was nothing that could have been done. At the age of twenty-two, Mia stepped up to become her guardian which made her responsible for her sister’s well-being. Now, at the age of twenty-five, she felt as if she was failing. The eating disorder proved that Mia was an unfit guardian. How could she take care of her little sister if Mia couldn’t even make sure that she was eating properly?<br><br>“Sophie, please. Try and finish.” Mia took a sip of coffee from the mug in her hands trying to muster the strength to get through the day.<br><br>Sophie didn’t make a move towards the barely picked at bowl of cereal or the banana on the table in front of her. Instead she fixed her cold, hard gaze onto Mia. Traces of the eating disorder had woven their way into every feature of Sophie’s face. Her cheeks were hollow and her eyes sunken in. The short pixie haircut only highlighted these features. Death seemed to hover over her despite the fact she had been in and out of hospitals and rehabilitation centers for the past two years. These treatment facility visits should have meant that she was getting better, but Mia still had to fight with Sophie every day to keep her on track. Mia placed her now empty coffee mug into the sink before turning back to her sister, bracing herself for a meltdown. <br><br>“You need to eat so you can keep getting better.”<br><br>“I can’t! I have already eaten a little, see? You’re trying to make me fat!”<br><br>The iciness of Sophie’s words made Mia wince as she sat down at the table. This wasn’t her sister, but that didn’t mean her words hurt any less. All Mia had for Sophie was love even as Sophie tried her hardest to push her away. Mia opened her mouth to try to persuade her sister again, but she was cut off by the shattering of the cereal bowl on the kitchen floor. <br><br>Milk and flaky cereal slowly spread across the tile and circled around the broken pieces of the bowl. Mia quickly began picking up the pieces and depositing them in the trash can. Instead of anger, all she felt was exasperation. All she wanted was her sister to be healthy, and for things to run smoothly between them.<br><br>“Sophie, you really shouldn’t…” Mia began her half-hearted scolding.<br><br>Sophie scoffed, grabbed her school bag, and hurried out the front door of their apartment without another word to catch the bus. Mia watched helplessly as her sister left before returning her attention to the mess. A discussion would have to be had tonight, but at that moment the issue was dropped. It was interactions like this that left Mia feeling like a complete failure. She methodically cleaned the spilled cereal and then cleared the table. Only after that was done did she spare a glance at the clock above the stove. Cursing under her breath, Mia grabbed her purse and quickly made her way out the door.<br><br>By two that afternoon, Mia was thoroughly exhausted. She spent the entire morning shift racing around to serve a diner full of customers and bus tables. This paired with her boss’s anger at her tardiness had resulted in a rather disheartening day, not to mention the dispute with Sophie first thing that morning. Mia redid her messy ponytail before leaning against the counter to give herself a quick break before the next wave of customers arrived. A bell went off as the door opened. Mia perked up when she saw a familiar face enter the diner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreaming With Her Eyes Wide Open (Noxie &amp; Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 14:23:51</strong>
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				Davin swept back the waves of his long hair form his face, already seeming to possess a mind of its own, the wind this day was clearly its ally in the battle of chaos versus semi-order that was fought with a whimsical vengeance on his scalp each and every day.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Davin Wells</strong></span><br><br>(http://cimarron.wdfiles.com/local--files/davin-wells/Davin%20Wells2.jpg)<br><br>His view now unimpeded, his eyes were rewarded by the sight of her lovely face, flawless in its lines, the tired and worn expression she wore touched his heart in ways no lover ever had.&nbsp; Now, if only a smile could be brought to touch those lips that made Cupid so jealous, and if just a hint of sparkle could be ignited in the warm and unforgettable eyes that greeted his entrance, the image would be perfection in Davin‘s eyes.&nbsp; He always craved her smiles more than anything.<br><br>Sidling up to the counter and slipping the strap of his laptop bag over his head and off of his shoulder, she had to know his presence here was no accident, it never was.&nbsp; Best friends since college, more truly since their aborted attempt at dating in college, when Mia needed anything he was there.&nbsp; These days, he knew from her last few emails, she needed almost everything.&nbsp; <br><br>He sat his tall and gangly frame on one of the round, sea-foam green cushioned seats at the counter, offering her a smile of his own to start with, a smile she always told him was infectiously charming, to which he always replied teasingly that it was so sweet of her to compare his smile to typhus, but at least charming typhus.<br><br>Unable to figure out why their budding romance had faded awkwardly early on, they both figured out later that it was simply because each needed a best friend more than a lover, though there was always a part of him that wondered why they couldn’t be both.&nbsp; Still, a friend was surely what she needed now, so such thoughts were buried in the deepest recesses of his mind,<br><br>“Howdy Ma’am,” he offered in what might be the worst cowboy drawl ever, “I’d like to order me up a dish of the prettiest waitress this side of the Mississippi, with a smile salad, a few grins on the side and I’ll start with a bowl of silly chuckles, if you please, and hop to it, I’m a big tipper for pretty ladies who smile my way,” he told her, with a sense of humor some described as so bad it was good, kind of like one of those dogs that are so butt ugly, people find them to be adorable.<br><br>Davin was a bit of an acquired taste.&nbsp; From his longish, disobedient mop of brown hair, to his computer nerd chic look, which was more the former than the latter, to his way of being so sincere in a world that lacked authenticity most of the time, he was a bit of an anachronism, but that didn’t bother him a bit, at least not when Mia was around.<br><br>His smile toned down just a bit, he offered his hand, more to hold for a few moments than to shake,<br><br>“How’s Sophie doing?&nbsp; I thought since I was in town, for good,” he grinned lightly as he broke the real news to her, “I thought maybe you could use a hand, and some help from those hands and the dorky dude attached to them.”<br><br>Davin always wished he had a talent for psychology, that someway he could suddenly and completely solve Sophie’s myriad of problems and issues, all of which lead to her anorexia, and by extension, to the look of exhaustion and almost emptiness of spirit he saw on Mia‘s face when he first walked in.&nbsp; <br><br>But his talents lay in numbers and computers.&nbsp; A sought after forensic accounting examiner, he could follow an electronic money trail wherever it lead, identify the dirty hands that greedily touched it and deliver the police or private clients all of the evidence they needed to put the embezzler, hacker, or avaricious CFO out of business.&nbsp; It was good work, paid surprisingly well and gave him a behind the scenes anonymity he craved.<br><br>It also gave him the freedom to work from home just about anywhere, aside from initial encounters with new clients, where his intelligently geeky appearance and winning grin worked wonders, he never had to be one place for work.&nbsp; He had just put the security deposit down on a modest, but well wired, apartment two blocks from Mia’s place.<br><br>She needed him and he was there, and would be so routinely now that he was relocating. As knights in shining armor go, he looked more like a Castle page, not even quite a squire, but he had the heart of a lion and the ability to share it with anyone who had need of it.&nbsp; Mia was far from just anyone, and she needed more than just him, but he was all he had to offer, so to offer his presence, his help and as much of his time as she could use was exactly what he did. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreaming With Her Eyes Wide Open (Noxie &amp; Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Noxie</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 18:52:26</strong>
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				When Davin walked through the door, Mia already felt that a load had been lifted from her shoulders. His geeky awkwardness and charm alone always made her smile. Most women may have looked at his gangly limbs and his chaotic long hair as if he was a child. To Mia all of these traits made him extremely attractive. They even made a feeble attempt in their college days to explore this romantic attraction that ended just as soon as it began. Now, Davin was her best friend and her rock. She knew that he would help her with anything he could, just as she would do for him. However, lately it seemed she was in a greater need for him than he for her.<br><br>Once Davin sat himself down at the counter, Mia made her way over the stand in front of him and leaned against the counter. She was beyond happy to see him. For the past few months he had been away for business so their only correspondence had been through long winded emails and a few late night phone calls. It was as if he knew that she was reaching her breaking point and just magically showed up to save her. <br><br>Mia smiled at Davin’s silly attempt at a Southern drawl, a smile only he could bring out in her. It wasn’t the fake grin she offered to customers or the strained half-smile she used with Sophie to try to diffuse an argument. With Davin it was a genuine heart-felt smile that revealed the small dimples in her cheeks. There was no need for fakeness or force.<br><br>“You’re so ridiculous,” Mia teased and slid her hand into his. <br><br>She appreciated the warmth and reassurance that his hand provided. This was a closeness that she didn’t have with anyone else. Mia held his hand like it was a lifeline in this muddled chaos that her life had become. Her dark brown eyes watched Davin carefully as he spoke. He was staying in town. That news was a breath of fresh air for her.<br><br>“I’m glad you’re here to stay,” Mia began, squeezing his hand gently, “Sophie is… Well, there are good days and bad days. Lately, bad days tend to outnumber the good ones, but the doctor’s say it’s not going to be an easy road. Her mind has to be completely rewired. I just want her to be happy, but she fights me on everything.”<br><br>&nbsp;Mia sighed heavily before continuing. She told him about the incident that morning and how she felt like a failure. All of those dark emotions she had been bottling up came spilling out. By the time she was finished she felt even more exhausted than before. It was as if it had taken all of her energy to put everything out in the open. Mia gave Davin a tired smile.<br><br>“So, to answer your question, yes.&nbsp; I need you.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreaming With Her Eyes Wide Open (Noxie &amp; Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 23:22:48</strong>
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				Davin put on an expression of being insulted when she called him ‘ridiculous’, but the sweetly teasing tone in his voice and the twinkle in his eyes were far more accurate measures of how he really felt,<br><br>“Oh, you are always so quick and kind with your compliments, I just don’t know why I didn’t propose to you long ago,” he told her and broke into a lightly eye rolling grin, taking her hand and doing what he did best, listening.<br><br>Some might say it was because his profession was one where he constantly observed and searched for cues and clues, but rarely spoke out himself, that made Davin such a good listener, but Mia knew better, because listening is one thing, the kind of powerfully empathic bond he had for her was quite another.&nbsp; <br><br>When he thought about it, which in truth was something he tried to avoid, Davin knew that the best marriages were built on what he and Mia already had, trust, what one could call deep affection or love, both or either of the quiet, caring type, and a mutual physical attraction.&nbsp; Yet what seemed theoretically perfect, or as close to it as one could get, had turned out to be far from perfect in practice.&nbsp; They lacked that spark, or if it was there, had no idea how to fan it into a passionate flame, not with one another at least.&nbsp; It was the one missing element, but an impossible to live without one, and so they had the next best thing as things go.&nbsp; It was far more than most people had, but that didn’t stop him from quietly wishing for more.&nbsp; <br><br>She talked and he listened, her mention of her sister’s wiring being messed up immediately bringing images of a faulty computer network to his mind, but unlike that which he could fix with his eyes closed, he knew Mia and the doctors were right, it was a long and arduous haul, one that was writing its stress filled lines on her once care-free face.<br><br>When she finished venting and getting things off her chest, at least a bit, he smiled warmly, squeezing her hand firmly, “No, that isn’t the answer, that is the need, and as much as I can be, I am part of the answer.&nbsp; Now, if you serve me lunch, or better yet join me for some, I promise two things, a big tip and to be here when your shift is over to take you home, get to see your sister, and we all know that Sophie is the one I really miss when I am gone,” he joked lightly, “Then I am taking over for the night and you can curl up with a book, head out to take in a weepy girl movie or just plain get some sleep.&nbsp; You can’t say no, and if you do, tough beans, because I don’t accept that response.”<br><br>She knew he meant every word of it, and equally importantly, she knew she could trust him with Sophie, which is not an easy thing to say about any man who offers to take care of your mentally troubled sister.&nbsp; Sophie had a fond spot for Davin, and he ahd one for her, though he knew where to draw the line and be firm with her when he needed to be.&nbsp; It would not be the first, and hopefully not the last, time he had provided Mia some much needed respite in return for a sleeping spot on her couch.&nbsp; He was even a half-decent cook, though Sophie would never admit that.<br><br>When the end of her shift finally came, Davin was already back for ten minutes, waiting patiently and playing with one of his myriad of electronic gizmos, his overnight bag already packed and slung over his other shoulder and his hand outstretched to her as she came over to him.&nbsp; He was hers for the night, and in some ways, for life, and happy to be so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreaming With Her Eyes Wide Open (Noxie &amp; Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Noxie</strong> on <strong>23-03-2012, 04:59:31</strong>
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				Mia happily let Davin lead her from the diner. She placed all of her faith in him and his capable hands. He would rise to any request she needed and do the best he could to protect her from further harm. This Mia believed with all of her being. In fact, Davin was the only one she could trust with as much as she was giving him. No one else in her world could lift the weight off her shoulders the way Davin could without her fearing that the weight would come crashing back down any second. <br><br>The two made their way back to Mia’s small apartment and found Sophie sitting in front of the door. The bad feelings from that morning’s argument still hung in the air. Sophie avoided looking at Mia, but as soon as she saw Davin coming up the stairs she perked up.<br><br>“Davin!” Sophie practically squealed as she went to hug him, “It’s good to see you.”<br><br>Mia felt a twinge of jealousy at her sister’s warm reception of her best friend. However, she knew that Sophie absolutely adored Davin to the point where he may as well have been her older brother. This is part of how it was so easy to trust him with her.<br><br>Once inside the apartment, Mia changed out of her work clothes and almost fell into her usual routine of fixing Sophie’s snack and cleaning the apartment when she received a knowing glance from Davin. Every synapse in her body urged her to go on with her chores, but she knew Davin wouldn’t even let her start the vacuum before shooing her off to her bedroom. Instead, she squeezed his hand, told Sophie to be good, and retired to her bed which welcomed her with open arms. At first she tried to read, but within moments she was fast asleep and lost in her dreams.<br><br>Mia stood on the fast moving bus, gripping a pole to keep from falling. All around her was a crowd of people standing as still and silent as statues. The only sound came from the bus as it slowed down, rounded corners, or creaked from the strain of its cargo. Mia’s eyes searched the crowd for a familiar face. She had no idea why she was on the bus, let alone being lost in a sea of people. The close proximity of everyone was suffocating, and the no one seemed to be getting off the bus. Fear and anxiety rose in her chest as she fought to rationalize a way out.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreaming With Her Eyes Wide Open (Noxie &amp; Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>24-03-2012, 04:02:24</strong>
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				<br>The passengers on the crowded bus all seemed to be wearing overcoats in drab shades of gray, formless, shapeless, lacking any color, imagination or joy of any kind, they pressed in on Mia, barely allowing her to do more than breathe, which was even becoming difficult, and to move her head around. Walking, turning or moving beyond those limited bounds seemed to make the crowd grow thicker and more smothering each time she even thought of escaping somehow.<br><br>In time the strains, creaks and squeals that the bus made as it moved through the streets on a seeming journey to nowhere began to echo in her mind and take on the sound of Sophie’s incessant complaining and petulant whines in response to anything Mia said, of her boss’s grumbling disapproval of her work, despite her being the best waitress in the place by far, and of all of the vagaries and difficulties of life that were amplified by the tremendous and arduous responsibilities that she had taken on at such a young age.<br>The passengers were almost faceless, and when they did have a look or expression it was either one of despair, lost hope or worse, she saw the leering faces of the crude and relentlessly vulgar construction workers she had to pass on the way to and from work. Those men, most with ugly, unkempt appearances, with one or two being downright creepy, eventually started coming into the restaurant for lunch, playing grab ass with her as she took their orders or passed their table, made outrageously offensive comments they thought were somehow funny, and left her piddling tips to show for it, telling her in no uncertain and very profane ways exactly what she could do to earn a real ‘tip’ from them.<br><br>Mia could feel that her long, locks of brunette hair were pulled into a tight bun, one that pulled so hard on her scalp that she was developing a throbbing headache. Looking down, she saw that she was wearing a gray trench coat now too, ill fitting and scratchy to the touch where it met her flesh and for the life of her she could not remember what she wore beneath it. The coat was tied tight at her waist with a strap that seemed to form a Gideon’s knot, and the harder she tried to free herself from it, the more constricting it became, making her feeling of being smothered all the more real and intense.<br><br>The bus was filled with an air of dreariness without end, and even as she was pressed into a smaller and smaller place, it also felt like she was being assimilated, being made into a shadow of herself, an emotionless zombie with no life or personality of her own, with the panic and anxiety she felt being the only form of passion she was capable of. She could scream if she wanted, yet knew the sound of her cries would be drowned out by the deafening drone of nothingness that was all around her. Davin, sadly for her, was nowhere to be seen, this was not a place even he could rescue her from.<br><br>The dreadful bus seemed, to its sentient passengers, the dreamers, to be a simple city bus in size, to all but one of them that was. Trist moved through the nearly endless bus at a brisk walk, his long legs and sveltely muscled frame seemingly able to slice through the golem like masses as a hot knife though colorless butter as he moved along quickly, sensing the presence of the dreamers whose all too common ‘graymares’ created this vehicle and kept it packed like a can filled with thousands upon thousands of faceless, miserably drab sardines in it. <br><br>Trist had lived a thousand lifetimes, yet not in way that was mathematically definable in years, decades or even centuries. Born human in Caen, France, a city in the Normandy region, in 1041, to a minor Noble family, Trist was an unrepentant ladies man, one with a taste for the most forbidden of fruits. His reputation as a romantic scalawag notwithstanding, few complained of his talents or tastes and certainly no woman he bedded was ever left unsatisfied.<br><br>In time he came across an unearthly beauty named Lillabeth, though to be accurate it was she who hunted him down and her unearthly looks were truly that, as Lillabeth was a succubus, a demonic seducer and destroyer of men. She began to seduce Trist by letting him believe he was the pursuer, and after nearly a dozen unbelievably torrid love making sessions over a few days, he was nearly drained and near to death. <br><br>Lillabeth, however, was being pursued too, by a religious Order devoted to the destruction of creatures like herself. Trapped in a burning building with Trist breathing his last passionate gasps in her arms, she escaped by calling upon her great-grandmother, Lillith, Queen of the Lili-Atu, the ruler of all succubi and incubi. Lillith’s favor required a gift, even for her kin, for she was as cruel as she was beautiful, which is to say, beyond the comprehension of mortal men.<br><br>Trist was offered to Lillith as that gift and in him she sensed a talent and hunger that few humans possessed. He in turn was given a chance at life, but a damned one, yet he took it without hesitation and so became an Incubus, an immortal seductor and slave to his own never ending existence. <br><br>(http://cimarron.wdfiles.com/local--files/ella/Trist.jpg)<br><br>The thousand lifetimes he had lived, those were not his own, but the lifetimes he drained from his victims, feeding on their emotions, their passions and their inherent will to live, he kept half for himself and paid tribute to Lillith with the rest. For an eon he had lived like this, his specialty lying within the dreams of the desperate, and so here he prowled, seeking those whom desired what he offered, souls nearly as dry as tinder that he could set aflame with his ability to incite passions, to take women to places that even in their dreams they could not imagine, not unless he corrupted those dreams to his own avaricious benefit.<br><br>Eternity for an immortal is as much curse as blessing, and Trist had found himself feeling more and more cursed as time went by. No longer satisfied with mere sustenance, his own heart was becoming a dark and forbidding place, his own needs becoming greater and his taste more particular. The essence of an average woman tasted like cinders in his mouth, he craved something more, something new, something…different, so on and on he walked, passing by dozens of potential victims and easy marks, until he sensed it. <br><br>Her essence was intoxicating even before he could see her, it tasted of raw, unrefined honey, the nectar of bees and the gods, yet beneath that first delicious layer of sweetness he sensed a deep pool of passion, one that reminded him of fiery cayenne and hot, sweet curry. <br><br>And beyond it all, he sensed…he sensed something entirely different, a heart that gave ever more than it received, a yearning to give her life over for the benefit of another, without seeking any return in kind.&nbsp; <br><br>Yet unlike so many who possessed these traits she was not merely weak and of little value to herself, no, to the contrary, she possessed a strength and power within her that reminded Trist of how he felt when he first took Lillabeth in his arms. But that had been an illusion, like the ones he created, an impossibility for any real woman to possess he had believed for centuries now, but that belief was shaken to his blackened core as he neared her.<br><br>He sensed the essence of Mia, she was exceptional, she was delicious and intriguing and for the cynically pitiful life of him, Trist had no idea what a creature like her was doing on this bus heading to the ashen damnation of purgatory where all of the other completely unremarkable souls he passed were surely headed.&nbsp; Her flame would burn bright if he ignited her just so, and her essence, he would feast on he had no other, draining her with an agonizingly wonderful slowness and patience, savoring what he knew would the greatest indulgence of his tawdry lifetime.&nbsp; Of a thousand tawdry lifetimes.<br><br>The bus had started to feel cold, an icy cold that penetrated Mia very being, as if the light and fire that sustained her was being doused by the crushing weight of her life coming down upon it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Most felt this sooner or later, and the warm hearted and hot blooded were most sensitive to it.&nbsp; It was a bitter chill and made the world only dimmer and grayer.<br><br>Then she felt the warmth touch her back, press against her entire body from her shoulders to her calves.&nbsp; It was not the warmth of a blanket or even of a fire, but the unmistakable warmth of a body, a taut and sinewy body.&nbsp; The body of a man, tall, she could tell, powerful, and yet when he pressed against her it felt so very different from the others who did.&nbsp; The gray ones seemed to give her more room now, room to breathe, to partake of his warmth, to move, and yet not to turn, as his own body stayed her from glimpsing the dark eyes that drank her in like the finest of vintages.<br><br>“You don’t belong here, do you?” he asked, his voice deep and smoky, smooth in the way good whiskey is smooth, his voice was a sound to be ensconced in, to revel in, it told her she was beautiful, desirable and yet he never spoke those words.<br><br>A strong pair of hands touched her shoulders, finding purchase there for a moment, then sliding down her arms with an elegance of movement that made this truly seem like a dream.&nbsp; No man could move like that, not any man she had ever known.<br><br>Reaching her waist, he bent over just a bit, his close trimmed goatee tickling her neck only moments before his hot breath did the same,<br><br>“You will be warmer without the coat, trust me,” his words spilled hypnotically from his lips, even as his hands, large, with long fingers and mysterious tattooed runes decorating them here and there, took her hands into his and guided them to untie the unyielding knot with such deftness and surety that seemed impossible to be real.<br><br>“I am real, very real to you.&nbsp; Tell me your name, Milady, so that I may know you far, far better,” Trist told her even as his lips grazed the back of her ear and the strap fell loose from her waist.&nbsp; He guided her hands to the buttons of her coat, but left them there and slid back to hold her hips with a velvety strength, his fingers cupping the top of her pert rear through the trench coat.<br><br>“The little black dress you are wearing beneath that horrid coat, that is how the world should see you,” he intoned and this time his lips and teeth found the sensitive flesh just behind her ear, sucking lightly and nipping there with the expertise only a thousand years of seductions could teach even an immortal.&nbsp; His suggestion empowered a corrupting of her dream world and beneath her coat she now wore the little black dress he spoke of, but it was one from her imagination, not his, and Trist knew that the buttons of the coat had to be opened by her for the glamour to fully shroud her in its own reality, a reality he was making true for her.<br><br>As he waited he felt something odd, not just a powerful sexual hunger and physical attraction to her beauty and essence, but for a moment…an oddly long moment, Trist felt more like the enchanted than the enchanter.&nbsp; This one, he thought as his breath quickened and his pulse raced, this one would be so very, very special to devour.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreaming With Her Eyes Wide Open (Noxie &amp; Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Noxie</strong> on <strong>24-03-2012, 06:24:38</strong>
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				The initial panic that had enveloped Mia upon her arrival to this dream world evaporated as soon as she felt the foreign presence behind her. His body, for she assumed the presence was a he although she could not see him, radiated a heat that she had never felt before. It resembled the warmth of a human body, but there was a subtle difference that she couldn’t place.<br><br>Her heart skipped a beat when he spoke. His voice was velvety and full of seduction. It was a voice of pure attraction. Mia stood completely still, captivated by his words and the hot breath on the back of her exposed neck. A shiver ran down her spine.<br><br>His touch far surpassed the hypnotizing power of his voice. Powerful, confident hands cupped her shoulder then ran the length of her arms. Mia’s eyes watched them carefully taking in their beauty and strength as they moved smoothly down to her hands. The skin to skin contact electrified her. A small gasp escaped her parted lips, but she did not stop him. Her hands let him guide them through the action of untying the knot in the belt of her coat. Strings seemed to be attached to her hands, and he was her puppet master. <br><br>When asked her name, she obediently let out a soft “Mia” in response. Her voice trembled slightly from the buildup of desire within her chest. All of her senses were on high alert, and her body was eager to respond to the unknown presence. All she wanted to do was please him.<br>He spoke again, and Mia lost herself in his voice. Her eyes closed as she listened intently to the melodic tone. She could go on forever simply listening to him speak. The feeling of lips behind her ear jolted her back into her body. Mia’s eyes snapped open, her mouth forming the perfect “o” as a silent moan escaped her lips.<br><br>The puppet master pulled the strings and the puppet fulfilled his command. Mia’s fingers shook as she unbuttoned her coat and slid it off her shoulders. She was left standing on the bus in a tight black dress that contrasted sharply with the milky whiteness of her porcelain skin. The fabric clung to every one of her curves, cinching beneath her breasts and flowing freely downwards until it came to a stop just below her bottom. Two thin straps held it up at her shoulders.<br><br>With so much skin exposed, Mia felt the warmth from the man’s body inch across every patch of her skin. The rest of the bus’ occupants took no notice of her, the man with her, or her sudden change in wardrobe. Mia took no notice of them either. Everything else seemed to fade away. All of her focus was on his touch, his voice, and her burning desire for him. Her heart pounded with anticipation at what would come next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreaming With Her Eyes Wide Open (Noxie &amp; Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>25-03-2012, 00:39:15</strong>
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				Her gasp tasted like a drop of fruity red wine tickling his tongue and he replied with silky smoothness,<br><br>“Mia, a name as beautiful as the woman who bares it.&nbsp; You do know that Mia is Italian for ‘mine’, don’t you?” he asked, paused for a moment, then added with just a hint of a hiss to his voice, “That makes it perfect, because now you are mine, Mia, there is power in a name, and you power is to please me like no other has.”<br><br>Trist watched, and he could see from all sides within the dreamscape, as her coat slid from those creamy shoulders, her body muscled just enough to give perfect posture to her womanly curves, proudly bearing what most mortal men would die for, and what this immortal man licked his lips in desire for.<br><br>Her breasts were truly perfect, some liked large, heavy breasts, others liked women with a boyish chest, it was oft said that a wine glass sized globe was perfection, but Trist desired more, as always, and felt that a chalice, perfect, deep and round, that was the shape a woman’s breast should have…and Mia’s soft mounds as outlined against the form fitting fabric of her dress, the dress she chose, were exactly that.<br><br>Perfect.<br><br>Trist inspected the dress, many went demure, others wanton and slutty, yet Mia surprised him.&nbsp; Her manner of dress was forward, risqué, yet classic and beautiful.&nbsp; The kind of dress chosen by a woman who wanted men to look at her, not because she desired them all, but because she knew she was deserving of their rapt and full attentions.&nbsp; So quiet, almost meek in her manner, the dress told him that far more existed within the complicated layers that he would so enjoy unwrapping from this woman’s body, her psyche and finally, her sweet soul.<br><br>For a moment he felt something hold him back, a desire to run from her and to leave perfection to its own devises, that she was perhaps beyond him, or at least deserved a far better fate than to be fed upon by the likes of Trist or his brethren.<br><br>He shook his head, no, he could not stop, would not stop with this one until he consumed her entirely.&nbsp; It might take years, he hoped it would, but when he was done, the cruel side of his soul spoke loudly in his mind now, she would exist only in his immortal memory.<br><br>“You look perfect, Mia, perfectly mine.&nbsp; Does that bother you, to be mine, to be desired, wanted, possessed by me?” he asked and kissed her neck as he withdrew his hands from her, then backed away, just a bit.&nbsp; He wanted her to ache a bit from his absence and he knew what the shortness of her dress and the thin straps on her porcelain shoulders meant, what they told him of her desires.<br><br>But Trist was not being cruel now, instead he applied his craft, seduction as an art form, to surprise her and to bring her passions out when she was least comfortable.&nbsp; He avoided the obvious and a moment later she could feel the heat of his fingers, an almost burning heat, as he unzipped the back of her dress, revealing her flesh slowly as the dress peeled open, past the small of her back and just to the top of her rear where the zipper reached its nadir.<br><br>Sliding his hands and nails along her back, he moved them up, leaving light red marks and trails on her skin, then slipped them around the sides of her chest and separated the dress from her breasts.&nbsp; It was held in place now only by the straps on her shoulders as he spoke again,<br><br>“Mia, mine, will you show the world your luscious wares, will you take the next step with me?&nbsp; The choice is yours, but remember, people are watching,” he told her and bit her shoulder a second later.<br><br>The pain was shocking, but not truly hurtful or severe, for he would not hurt her that way, it was not in his manner to hurt more than what a woman felt as pleasure.&nbsp; When the pleasureful pain struck her nerves, her eyes would see again, and as always happened, the bus was now full of life and color, of people who seemed real and alive.&nbsp; <br><br>It was an illusion, but hers, not his.&nbsp; Mia‘s passions were aroused to life and so they projected life onto the others near them, the golems looked like more than they truly were, as she became more of what she needed to be.&nbsp; Need, needed, needful, those were Trist’s favorite words.<br><br>He pressed his now bare chest against her naked back, the star shaped rings hanging from his nipples scratching her slightly, his hands held waiting, just below her perfect breasts, and the world, as far as she knew, was watching every movement she made now.<br><br>And the moves were all hers to make.&nbsp; For the moment the puppet master provided only inspiration and freedom, and watched with his dark gaze to see what freedom meant to this amazing young creature.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreaming With Her Eyes Wide Open (Noxie &amp; Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Noxie</strong> on <strong>28-03-2012, 04:04:50</strong>
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				The way he spoke her name sent chills through her body. For his velvety voice to speak her simple, two-syllable name was a gift to her ears. She felt unworthy of such a gift.<br><br><em>“You look perfect, Mia, perfectly mine.&nbsp; Does that bother you, to be mine, to be desired, wanted, possessed by me?”</em><br><br>Mia immediately shook her head in response. All she wanted was to be his. In fact, she was his already. This stranger had her in the palms of his hands. This stranger pulled the strings and she danced obediently, eager to please. When he backed away, it was like a shock to her system. All at once she was cold again, like she had just plunged into a cold pool. Her heart ached for his presence – his warmth. <br><br>Mia almost turned around to look for him, but all at once she felt his fingertips on her skin again. The light touch was teasing her. She wanted more. The zipper was slowly pulled down, leaving her back exposed to him. Then, she felt his chest on her back which pushed her even farther to the edge.<br><br><em>“The choice is yours, but remember, people are watching.”</em><br><br>Suddenly, Mia took notice of the people around her. They were no longer blank-faced mannequins. Instead, the bus was full of life. Different facial expressions shone on each individual face. The soft buzz of conversation carried in the air. Mia’s resolve faltered. Could she really do this in front of a crowd of people? Did she have the courage to?<br><br>She wasn’t going to let herself be afraid anymore. Slowly and carefully, Mia slid the thin straps off her shoulders. She took a deep breath before sliding the dress down to her ankles and stepping out of it. Her body was completely exposed now except for the small patch of skin covered by a pair of thong underwear. Trembling, Mia turned her head slightly to try to catch a glimpse of her puppet master. He was all hers for the taking. There was nothing standing in his way now, not even her fear.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreaming With Her Eyes Wide Open (Noxie &amp; Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>28-03-2012, 23:18:16</strong>
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				It took Trist a moment to realize it, but the anticipation of how this divinely sensuous woman might react to his touch, to her own desires which remained hidden from him yet, and to the gaze of the multitudinous eyes that pelted down upon her like wind whipped rain in the midst of a tempest, had combined to cause him to hold his breath, not consciously, but deliciously and naturally, in a way he had not felt in any memory he could bring to mind.<br><br>He watched her moments of doubt, felt them in her body, yet they were soon replaced by a wave of powerful desire that swept all of the fears and anxiety away.&nbsp; In removing two simple straps and shimmying her finely turned hips just a bit, Mia far did more than strip away her clothing to reveal the glorious treasures of her body that lay beneath her dress, she also tore away the last vestiges of a dying, fading life and light.&nbsp; It was a life that would never be the same for her again.<br><br>When she turned her head towards him, Trist’s large hands moved with the grace of a predatory cat, one taking her breast fully into his burning grasp, while the other reached up and firmly gripped her lovely jaw line from beneath, his strength matched only by the power of his barely there restraint and the utter control of himself and of her.<br><br>“No, Mia, you are mine, but if you desire me as yours, then you must earn my affections.&nbsp; I do not give them freely or often to any, but you are…special, in time you will know my face and far more…if I am what you truly desire, and we both know that I am.&nbsp; For now, you will learn only my name, and then only so that you may call me to find you when you need me,” his voice dripped from his lips into her ears like pure liquid passion, with just a hint of cruelty mixed with ardent desire.<br><br>Mia’s breast fit perfectly into his large hand, his fingers, both strong and elegantly long in a masculine way, gripped and kneaded the delicate and sensitive flesh she so willingly offered to him, while the hand that had frozen her from turning towards him, now turned her head fully as she desired, lifting her chin in the process and exposing the fullness of her throat and neck to him.&nbsp; She saw only flashes of his long, raven colored hair, as Trist slipped his head around to the side away from where she could see and began to seemingly devour her flesh with his lips and tongue and teeth, yet left not a single mark upon her.&nbsp; It was her essence he consumed, though her skin felt only his passions.<br><br>He made love to her neck and throat with a deftness and hunger no mortal man had ever bestowed upon her even at the height of what she once knew as love making, but which she now knew was nothing compared to the man who took her bold offerings now. His hand on her breast moved to its opposite, lifting it from below, showing his touch and her own immense beauty to her glassy eyes, even as his thumb and forefinger rubbed her pert and full strawberry hued nipple between them expertly, his touch that of a man who had lived a thousand years seeking only the perfection that she truly was.<br><br>Mia felt his hand release her jaw, then slide down her neck and side, with his arm brushing over her own as it passed by, until he reached her thong.&nbsp; Trist’s fingers slid just under the thin fabric, barely an inch away from the glory of her heat, and as his touch lightly tickled the neatly trimmed thatch of downy hair he found there, her undergarment simply vanished into nothingness and she was more naked than she had ever been in her life, more exposed and truly displayed now, with each and every eye on the bus was drawn to Mia’s ephemeral beauty and perfectly sculpted body.<br><br>Barely touching the very edges of her sweet and swollen lips and hood, Trist’s hand passed by her heat, for now, and touched the innermost parts of her creamy thighs instead, urging her legs apart a few inches, even as she felt the fullness of his fully erect member press against and slightly between the firm and well curved globes of her ass.&nbsp; He was large and thick, but not painfully so, and she knew that when he entered her womanhood, it would hurt for a long moment, but that she would adapt to stretch and take him fully, the curve of his phallus promising to stimulate those places of ecstasy within her that none of her former lovers had ever been bothered or talented enough to find.<br><br>“Touch yourself Mia, for me and for you, and for all of the eyes that want to see you give yourself pleasure.&nbsp; You must be soaked with your own passions, not just your lips and folds, but truly unto your thighs.&nbsp; Then and only then will I gift you with more than I have already given you.&nbsp; Make yourself ready for me, for Trist, your new lover and forever, your Master,” he whispered into one ear, yet his voice sounded like it filled the entire bus, and his length rubbed slowly up and down her rear up to the small of her back, promising her its fullness if she obeyed his commands.&nbsp; <br><br>His hand moved away from her inner thighs now and gripped the side of her hip, his nails digging lightly, yet decadently, into her skin there, while leaving her hands and fingers the freedom they so needed to do his bidding, and she knew, to also obey her own body’s desires and needs as well.&nbsp; That she was not to orgasm, but only approach her peak went unsaid, yet Mia knew that every climax she would ever have now belonged to Trist, and only he could call them from her loins and claim them as his own.<br><br>Yet freedom was hers once again, to take what he had given to her and to make it her own.&nbsp; He would be watching, sensing exactly how she knew to please and pleasure herself, learning what he needed to know, what any lover should want to know, but so few did.&nbsp; The men and even the women in the bus were flushing bright red, loosening collars and shifting in their seats in anticipation of what she would do, their stares lewd and unabashed, with their cocks and nipples growing ever more erect at the sight of her, of Mia, of her visceral and tantric glory that was splayed out for them as Trist’s greatest prize.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreaming With Her Eyes Wide Open (Noxie &amp; Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Noxie</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 06:42:42</strong>
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				As soon as Mia felt his lips on her neck, she gasped in surprise and pleasure. He breathed an unspeakable desire into every inch of flesh he touched. Her back arched towards him, begging for more, as her eyes rolled to the ceiling. The touch of his hand kneading her full breast fueled her need. Mia couldn’t get enough.<br><br>Suddenly she felt the small piece of fabric being removed from between her legs. She shuddered as his fingers came so close to her wanting lips. Instead he stopped on her inner thigh, making her want him even more. Mia whimpered softly. The pressure of his hard member in the small of her back served as a reminder of what was soon to come.&nbsp; Her nakedness meant nothing to her. All that mattered was Trist. She wanted for him like she had never wanted for anything before.<br><br>When he spoke, she listened and held her breath. Every word shook her body to the core, and his name ignited something inside her that she couldn’t explain. As soon as the final command left his lips, Mia’s hand was instantly between her thighs. She lightly fondled herself, biting her lip. Her other hand trailed up her body to grasp her breast. The pleasure was intense. The passion that had been building inside her was slowly being released, but this was nothing compared to what Trist promised her. Mia’s fingers worked faster as she thought of what was pressed against her rear. Her breath quickened, and her cheeks flushed. She was so focused on her rising heat that she almost forgot her Master. Almost.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dreaming With Her Eyes Wide Open (Noxie &amp; Wyatt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 03:16:18</strong>
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				Trist watched with sinister delight as her hand moved to obey his words, slipping between her thighs to touch where he knew she wanted so badly to be touched, her movements free and natural and without hesitation, this was far better than he expected for her first time, but what truly too made his breath quicken was how her remaining hand found its way to grasp and work her breast.&nbsp; <br><br>This was a sign of more than need, but of a knowledge within Mia that her body was beautiful, desirable and her sexuality was powerful and confident.&nbsp; She reveled in herself even as she reveled in his presence, a bit of vanity that separated the true tantric goddesses from the dregs that were most of humanity, it spoke of confidence and sensual strength, and gave him all the more reason to want her.&nbsp; All of her.<br>&nbsp;<br>As she brought herself to greater and headier levels of arousal, his fingernails traced small, sharp circles on the flesh of her pelvis and hips, some of the most sensitive flesh on a woman’s body.&nbsp; <br><br>Trist breathed her scent in deeply with each chance he could, any man could smell the musky sweetness of the dew that was wetting her nether region, but only one such as he could smell the differences in the microscopic beads of sweat that emanated from her entire body, the radiant sheen she was bringing herself to display for all contained aromatic compounds that carried with them the scent of her sex, of her deepest needs, of her wanting and lustful nature, and these made his erection strain against her back and bottom until her could wait no longer.<br>&nbsp;<br>His hands gripped her hips and pulled her upwards onto her tiptoes, his strength almost immeasurable in this realm, and as he did so a pair of stiletto heels, five inches high, glassy black leather and with straps that twined their way between her toes, over her feet and up her lovely ankles until they were fully secured.&nbsp; Not only did they look and feel incredibly sexy on her, but they raised Mia’s hips higher to match his and also tilted her pelvis just so, to an angle he needed and that she would soon appreciate.<br>&nbsp;<br>Trist’s hand then covered her own, dipping two of her fingers deep within her now dripping wet canal, then pulled them to his mouth where he tasted one, her flavor different than any woman he tasted before, the slick liquid tasted tart and sweet and tingled on his tongue as he sucked that finger clean,<br>&nbsp;<br>“Lovely, delicious, like you Mia, like you, Mine,” he told her throatily, then dipped the second glistening finger into her own mouth, “You must know yourself before you can hope to know me, taste it Mia, drink it down.”<br>&nbsp;<br>With a deft movement of his hips he was between her legs, where the moistness of her heat now coated her fully, her folds, her labia and her thighs soaking with desire.&nbsp; His length slid between her thighs, the thick, bulbous head dipping into the tight rim of her canal, the place where so many nerve endings could be stimulated at once, penetrating and violating her body barely an inch deep, then just as her muscles involuntarily grabbed and grasped at him to enter her more fully…he slid past her, causing the opening to seize shut upon itself tightly even as his phallus now stroked perfectly against, over and along her clitoris before the head appeared for her to see or even touch with her hand below her perfectly trimmed thatch of hair.<br>&nbsp;<br>Fully extended now, his hands slid down the outside of her thighs and pushed them together, no easy task with her difficult to balance on and almost painful stiletto heels as her only manner of securing her to the ground.&nbsp; <br><br>Mia was encasing his perfectly curved cock in a moist, hot canal all its own, with her wetted thighs and lips and clit forming the walls of the desirable and desirous place he began to slide expertly through, withdrawing from her until his head tickled and painted the edges of her pert ass cheeks with her nectar, then slid in and completely through again, each time probing and stretching, yet never fully filling her always tight rim, then attacking her clit with a master lover’s skill. His heavy balls slapped against the tops of her rear thighs with each stroke, that in itself a sensation he savored. <br><br>Her lover, her master, this was what he allowed her and himself now, nothing more and nothing less as he built a powerful rhythm.<br>&nbsp;<br>“I told you that you must earn my affections, Mia, and now is when you start.&nbsp; I am giving you all that you need to make each of us come for the other, to bring us to our peak and climax together, but I am not giving you all that you want or need, not today, for that you will have to seek me again, show me what you have learned and only then can you enjoy the feeling as I fill your body with mine.&nbsp; Show me now, that you are worthy of me, Mia, Mine,” his voice was so close to her neck that his breath felt like an icy fire on her skin and as he took her he began to kiss her there.&nbsp; <br><br>There was no biting was felt, yet his lips burned against her skin almost as if she was being branded like a prize piece of meat, one who was still standing on her elegant high heeled hoofs.<br>&nbsp;<br>She did not know it, but Trist feared something powerful, the danger that if he fulfilled her completely this night she might never need to return to him.&nbsp; Mia was that breath taking, that sexually strong, that special, that the thought of being without her drove Trist to hold back from her just enough that she would need more, but know also what it was he offered to her in the future.&nbsp; <br><br>His large, strong hands held her securely in place by the front of her pelvis, leaving her full, firm breasts to sway and rock with each stroke and he watched to see if she took them into her hands again, even as he marked her, for the first time, as his.<br>
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