Fire and Ice {Daelen & Rider}
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				Title: <strong>Fire and Ice {Daelen &amp; Rider}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rider of Wind</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 00:03:37</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Carmen shifted her weight subtly into the curve, at one with the flaming yellow crotch rocket purring between her thighs. She eyed the road before her as her mind churned. Carlos had sent her on this delivery, he seemed wary of the package she'd tucked securely into her backpack and told her to be careful. The silly boy never told her to be careful, there was no need, she was best at this sort of thing. Something still struck her as rather different about this one though.<br><br>&nbsp; Her full lips pursed as she downshifted, rolling easily up to the curb of the address she had been sent to and coming to a gentle, skillful stop. With a practiced flick of a trim calve she pushed the kickstand down and pulled off the bright yellow full-face helmet. Her face was stunning, a choclate creme color with a pert nose and large golden-brown eyes, it excuded sensuality and alluring boldness. She shook out her hair, long dark curls barely bound back by a ponytail, some springing free to curl around her face.<br><br>&nbsp; Carmen reached around and pulled out the small secure lockbox from her backpack, opening the small note attached, her perfectly curving eyebrows rose. It was a message in her family's personal code, telling her how much pay she was expected to collect. No wonder Carlos was so shifty about this, the amount was fairly mind boggling. She licked her lips and swung her leg off the bike, skin-tight leather strained, the yellow stripe going down her side flashing in the dusky sun.<br><br>&nbsp; Her chin tipped up and her hips swayed as she walked up the sidewalk, long legs striding in confidence.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice {Daelen &amp; Rider}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daelen</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 00:40:14</strong>
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				Marcus stood over his desk, overlooking the days information. It looked as if a new package was coming today. He scoffed under his breath at the prospect. The last two couriers either lost their shipments or were selling to other buyers. It didn't matter which, the outcome for them was the same once Marcus' men got a hold of them. He pushed up off the desk, muscular arms flexing under a loose and open tropical button-up shirt. His broad chest and shoulders stretched under a white tank top as he stretched back, reaching down to a cabinet below the desk and removing a bottle of dark caribbean rum and a glass. He poured himself a drink, the cool dark liquid passing over thin, pursed lips. His sky blue eyes sparkled at the prospect of what should be coming to him. If his sources were correct, he would be rich come sundown.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice {Daelen &amp; Rider}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rider of Wind</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 01:00:50</strong>
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				&nbsp; She stomped up the steps and hooked the hand holding the package in the loop of her belt and with the other she knocked on the door briskly, she didn't like this, the place seemed...snooty. Carmen peered in the fasceted windows of the door, waiting.<br><br>&nbsp; With an irritated gesture she pulled out the band holding back her hair and ran her fingers through it.&nbsp; Her nails tapped over the box. One long line of leg braced her, most of her weight shifted on one leg. And as it always did when not occupied by something more important her brain turned to her evening plans, the clubs were getting boring, she was running out of interesting men to use nd she sure as hell didn't want to spend another night at the gym, she was super fit from working off frustration but it got old. She sighed, full breasts pushing firmly against the resistant leather jacket.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice {Daelen &amp; Rider}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daelen</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 01:39:35</strong>
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				He slowly finished his drink as he heard the brisk knock on his door. From the sound of it, this guy was irritated at having to do this job, and didn't like to what. So, he decided to let him do just that... wait. Placing his glass upon the desk, he poured a second drink over the remaining ice, swirling the ice in the glass slowly as he brought it up to the light that came through one of the ornate cherry-trimmed windows. Satisfied that this guy had waited long enough, he began a slow, steady stride to the door. He could barely make out a face through the small frosted glass window, a window designed not to allow anyone to see in, unfortunately by design it was almost impossible to see out of as well. He slowly opened the door, taking a slow sip of his drink so as to offset his clients mood, and almost choked on the rum. Instead of some young punk, he was looking into the eyes of a beautiful woman. A slick smile crested his lips as he brought the glass away from them, not even hiding the fact that his eyes wandered over her form, drinking her in. "Well well... do come in." He glanced down the hall, seeing the two guards that should have stopped her from getting this far, instead standing with their jaws upon the floor, ogling the new courier. He smirked, thinking to himself that he would have to show a sign of anger at them later, but he really didn't blame them much. Stepping back slowly, he ushered her in to his office.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice {Daelen &amp; Rider}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rider of Wind</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 02:25:38</strong>
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				&nbsp; She saw his eyes wander her form, she threw a full-wattage smile at him with a shark's edge to it so it almost seemed a feral baring of teeth. Not that he wasn't attractive, he was, very, but she was annoyed by the whole situation and less than pleased that he had taken so long. His stupid guards had been irritating enough, both had kept clearing their thoats behind her in an attempt to get her attention. Her business was with this man, not them. Though it was entirely possible they'd never seen a full-bodied latina before and were speechless; some men were useless that way. Fun to play with sometimes though.<br><br>&nbsp; She brushed past him, throwing extra sass into her walk, "Thanks," her dark eyes flashed sideways at him under a thick cover of lashes. Her voice was soft and surprisingly cultured, rolling each letter out with care, in the one word no accent was detectable. Papa had paid a fortune on a linguistic teacher for her and her brothers, wanted them to be real Americans. Her true accent only slipped through when her emotions were running high or she chose to use it to her advantage.<br><br>&nbsp; The office was beautiful, dark with lots of grainy wood and light-filled windows. Carmen was determined to dislike it despite the fact that she secretly thought it was lovely, she was still sore over having to wait. She hated waiting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice {Daelen &amp; Rider}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daelen</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 19:29:21</strong>
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				Her smile was attractive, but cold, feral. He could tell by the way her body moved that she was annoyed by the very fact that she was here. He listened to her voice, but was unable to pinpoint her accent. By her look she could easily be from Cuba, or Spain, even Brazil... but by her voice she could just as likely be from the middle of Kansas. He was impressed.<br>Stepping past her, he quickly moved to his desk, pushing a few papers to the side to clear off a space and settling down into his large chocolate brown office chair. Lifting one leg up, he crossed it over his other, his foot tapping slightly to give off an air of annoyance and superiority, his hands meeting in front of his face in a pyramid shape, his head lifting slightly as he looked out over his new client. "So, my men tell me that you have brought something to show me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice {Daelen &amp; Rider}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rider of Wind</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 17:10:27</strong>
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				&nbsp; She pulled the box from under her arm with the opposite hand, nails tipped a shiny black, and presented it to him just out of reach, "Why yes, they were correct," she mumbled a bit under her breath to something that sounded suspiciously like, "<em>for once</em>", Carmen truly had a low opinion of his guards. She would never allow a strange person to cross the threshold of the home she was guarding without a search and mild interrogation. Her eyebrow quirked in his direction and her expression went calculating, though he could probably handle himself...<br><br>&nbsp; Her inner self slapped her, <em>He's an ass, chica.</em> She instantly countered, <em>But he's a hot ass</em>. Maybe. She would have to check. She blinked, realizing she'd probably been staring intensely at him for moment or two. Wait, did he say something? Shit. Her dark skin turned the slightest bit rosy in anger at herself and inexplicably at him, even though it wasn't the man's fault that he was a sexy jerk. Oh well, she would blame him anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice {Daelen &amp; Rider}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daelen</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 17:35:18</strong>
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				He watched intently as she pulled the small box from under her arm. If his sources were correct, he was going to be a very rich man, and possibly very powerful. He didn't hold much to he legends, but the locals did, and they were the ones he'd be taking for every penny. He looked up into her eyes, giving her a lopsided grin before speaking softly. "Well, are you going to open it, or do I have to take it from you?" He waited for her answer, then noticed she seemed to be staring. He chuckled to himself as he watched her skin flush, her cheeks turning the most beautiful shade of pink, accenting her skin. Leaning back in his large chair, he placed his hands back into the same pyramid shape he had them in before. "Well... are you just going to stand there, staring?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice {Daelen &amp; Rider}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rider of Wind</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 18:19:25</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Carmen smirked at him pissily and plopped herself into the large plush chair in front of the desk, in the same motion propping her feet up on it and crossing her ankles. If she shifted her foot to the right she could squish his face under the sole of her lace-up black boots.<br><br>&nbsp; "There, I'm not standing anymore," the smile he had shot her way made her insides all shivery. And scrabbled her thoughts like an eggbeater. She eyed the package in her hand, mind turning back to business...for the most part. A cool, almost professional expression managed to force itself on her face, "I've been instructed to get an account number." She left it at that, for some reason she had difficulty being civil to this man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice {Daelen &amp; Rider}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daelen</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 01:28:24</strong>
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				Marcus smirked slightly at her words, pushing up from behind his desk, his hand sweeping out and knocking her one foot off of his desk, seeing how quickly she would regain balance before he stood completely. He walked back to the large file cabinet near the back of his office, opening one drawer and flipping through the files before pulling out a single nondescript folder. He thumbed his hand across the opening of the folder as he considered her for a few moments before speaking again. "What exactly makes you think I trust you enough to give out information like that, especially so easily? There has to be an immediate exchange of some sort, or no deal."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice {Daelen &amp; Rider}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rider of Wind</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 22:53:50</strong>
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				&nbsp; She used the momentum he gave her to swing onto her feet, it was a fluid motion. Something a cat would do to make it seem as though that was what had been planned all along. It demonstrated a somewhat unexpected grace.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Carmen sent a glare at him, trying to contain herself, the slim throwing knife in the side of her boots would make that face of his...more rugged. Fuck.<br><br>&nbsp; She sniffed pissily, "They wouldn't have sent me if I wasn't perfectly trustworthy, just because you're very good at acting like an ass doesn't mean I won't deal fairly with you and an equal trade is fair." She glared again, dark eyes flashing, and stepped towards him. She held the box out and waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice {Daelen &amp; Rider}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daelen</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 15:50:52</strong>
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				He glanced up from the folder, hiding a smirk as she moved to her feet. She was graceful, he would give her that. More importantly, he felt, he could sense that she was off balance in other ways. This game was getting more and more fun as it went along. <br>Settling back into his large chair, he leaned back into the plush leather and considered the box within her hands for a few moments. <br>"Put it down, on the desk. After I've verified what I've been told, you will have your money." As if to accentuate his words, he placed the folder down upon the desk, patting it gently&nbsp; before raising his hands up in front of his face again, elbows resting on the slick wooden surface. <br>"You know, there is no reason this has to be all about numbers and business. Would you perhaps like a drink?"<br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Rider of Wind</strong> on <strong>25-09-2009, 15:59:03</strong>
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				&nbsp; She cleared her throat delicately and looked at the floor, caught off guard. There was just something about this man that rubbed her the wrong damn way. This was business, she was supposed to be at the very least business-like, and her momma had taught her to be polite to strangers. <em>Madre de dios.</em> She muttered under it under her breath and brought her eyes back up to his face.<br><br>&nbsp; She was flustered, Carmen wasn't a woman that got flustered, she let out a breath and tried to chill the fuck out. She rolled her shoulder, gently tossed the box on the desk and settled a nonchalant grin on her face, it made a sparkle glitter in her dark eyes, "Sure, why not?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice {Daelen &amp; Rider}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daelen</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 01:19:28</strong>
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				Marcus smirked slightly as he watched her. He was getting to her and he felt a surge of power from this. As she tossed the box on the table, Marcus winced. If the item that box held was half as valuable as it was supposed to be, this bitch better be more careful. He had half a mind to take it out of her personally. The thought brought a darker smile to his lips. Slowly he stood up, walking over to the bottle of scotch and gently popping the top. He poured his glass and glanced up at her. "Do you take it straight?"
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				Post by: <strong>Rider of Wind</strong> on <strong>27-09-2009, 02:28:04</strong>
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				&nbsp; There was a pained look of disdain in her eyes as she viewed the scotch, she swallowed and sighed, if it was what he had, it was what he had. It was an attempt at peace and she was determined to get through this without getting blood on her new bike outfit, she consciously smoothed the tense line between her eyebrows and smiled at him, one of those slow grins that took a long time to warm up to her eyes.<br><br>&nbsp; "Straight is fine," Ice would only make it more sissified. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice {Daelen &amp; Rider}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daelen</strong> on <strong>27-09-2009, 08:49:04</strong>
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				He smirked as he watched her visible disdain. He had other drinks, but he kept the scotch readily available. As he always said 'It separates the men from the boys." He used it as a power play mostly. It was a bit strong and most couldn't deal with the bite it had. When they saw him taking it straight and not even wincing, it put a bit of fear back into people. Fear was a commodity he traded well with. <br>"Ah good. I like a woman who can handle her liquor." He poured the two glasses, settling back into his large chair, rocking it back slightly after he handed her glass over. 
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				Post by: <strong>Rider of Wind</strong> on <strong>27-09-2009, 09:20:59</strong>
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				&nbsp; She sipped a good pull with no expression on her face. It might as well have been fucking apple juice. She rolled it around in her mouth, appreciating the quality before letting it slide down her throat. Her eyebrows twitched at how smooth it went down, more potent than she would have given it credit for, "Thank you," Carmen said graciously, and by habit alone did she put a purr in the words. If the bartender liked you, he tended to let you get a little drunker.
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				Post by: <strong>Daelen</strong> on <strong>27-09-2009, 21:33:58</strong>
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				Marcus grinned softly, listening to her voice. She may not have noticed it yet but he could already hear the slur in her voice. It was no accident that this stuff was deceivingly strong. That was how he liked it. He had this particular batch made especially for himself, paid top dollar for things that the normal market wouldn't allow for. There was a few extra ingredients, things that usually made his clients a little more... pliable.<br>"Now, perhaps we can get to business? Show me the merchandise." He put a little extra emphasis on these last words without even realizing. He always flirted with female clients, why should she be any different? As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly, a move that was meant to make him seem more imposing, but instead just put him looking deeper into her eyes. He slid his foot out slowly under the desk, feeling it brush against her own ankle. He left it there, not moving it but not pulling it away.
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				Post by: <strong>Rider of Wind</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 02:49:46</strong>
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				&nbsp; She stood, removing her foot from his vicinity. In efficient motions she smoothly slid down the zipper from her jacket and shrugged it off, the black tank top underneath pulling tight against her breasts. She slid a hand behind her back a pulled out the wicked little blade that called her lower back it's home, it glittered with a purple iridescence that was produced from the quality of it's making more than decoration as she sliced open all four corners of the box and pulled out a solid black case. <br><br>&nbsp; It was fingerprint coded along with requiring a number code, a blood sample and a retina scan. And you needed a key. Seemed like overkill but her brother had been very paranoid about this and she trusted his judgment in anything to do with business, not so much women but business, yes.<br><br>&nbsp; She picked it up and set it to her eyes, at the same time pressing both thumbs to the corners, it beeped twice and a low whirring that could barely be discerned ceased. Without aplomb she set it back on the desk and plunged a hand into her generous cleavage, her nimble fingers felt along the stiff underwire beneath her left breast to pick out a a tiny stainless steel key. She glanced up at him as he watched the little show she was forced to put on. The key clicked in the lock and the case popped open with a hiss of air.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Her breath caught at the beauty nestled in the cushioning fashioned specifically for it's shape and dimensions. It had a fine golden chain, gently she lifted it out and presented the medallion like an experienced jeweler. It was vaguely diamond shaped but not bulky, each swirl on it's front perfectly set. It was priceless, one-of-a-kind, she knew it in the marrow of her bones. It was something her family had been paid to steal. And they were gonna be paid damn well, she would see to it.<br><br>&nbsp; Her smile twisted sardonically at him, "You have great taste."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice {Daelen &amp; Rider}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daelen</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 09:24:34</strong>
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				Marcus watched as she stood, his eyes following her movements, ready for any tricks she might pull. As she slid the zipper of her jacket down, he audibly gasped but quickly recovered, watching intently. He watched her pull a blade from behind her back, an exquisite piece... he might have to negotiate its price later. <br>Marcus smirked at the elaborate security measures. It would seem that they didn't even know what they had, yet they went to such lengths to protect it. This spoke highly of insecurities and paranoia. <br>As she glanced at him, he realized where his eyes were and looked up into hers. He could not be held completely responsible for the fact that he was staring. He had to admit she had an amazing body hidden under her biker suit and her cold demeanor. He looked back to the case as it popped open, following her eyes as she lifted a fine golden chain from the confines of the box. The chain was of little value to him. What he wanted was the medallion.<br>He returned her smile, pushing up out of his chair&nbsp; and slowly walking around the desk, coming up behind her body and reaching around her slowly, letting his fingers trail along the edges of the medallion. "Do you have any idea what you hold in your hand?"
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				Post by: <strong>Rider of Wind</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 00:42:42</strong>
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				&nbsp; In typical Carmen fashion she acted without thought or shyness, she grasped the medallion in only one hand and with the other reached behind herself to grab a firm yet gentle hold of his groin beneath the line of his jeans. Sliding her hand up his muscled thigh as she found him. Her head turned in sudden awareness to brush the soft skin of her cheek against his chin. He was taller than she had remembered him being, even as petite as she was she thought of herself as larger because she wielded power and confidence like a weapon.<br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; Her eyes burned hot in their dark depths and her full, burgundy-rouged lips separated with a soft whoosh of breath and her body did it's best to mold her behind and back to his chest, "Why yes," she whispered with a hint of latina accent creeping into her voice, "I know exactly what I hold in my hand." The medallion was not forgotten and securely held in her palm, as distracted as her body was her mind still examined it, felt it's weight, played with it like a crow worried a shiny stone. It had power in it, it fairly hummed with it and yet it was simple, elegant. The feel to it and it's decoration was vaguely Celtic, but older. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice {Daelen &amp; Rider}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daelen</strong> on <strong>30-09-2009, 18:42:25</strong>
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				Marcus gasped as she reached back, taking a firm hold of his manhood trapped within the denim of his jeans. He exhaled as her cheek brushed his chin, inhaling slowly to draw in her scent. One hand gently grasped the fine chain holding the medallion, not letting her control it completely. His other hand slowly slid down her body, feeling the smooth warmth of her skin at the hem of her tank top. He slipped his hand across her stomach, teasing down to the waist of her jeans, grazing along the rough denim. <br>"Can you feel its power? That is no ordinary medallion you hold."
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				Post by: <strong>Rider of Wind</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 07:11:40</strong>
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				&nbsp; Her breath sighed out as he teased the sensitive skin at the hem of her jeans. In a swiftly sneaky move she jerked their hands holding the medallion towards her body and slid it out of his grasp. <br><br>&nbsp; She fluidly shoved it down the front of her shirt. Her eyes challenged and a smile hovered around the edges of her lips. She was warm and hot. Whatever hostility she held for him instantly transformed itself into emotions more suited to her nature. Her grasp was playful as her hand rubbed gently against the front of his pants, she petted her fingers over his bulge in an effort of distraction, "I'm good at feeling power."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice {Daelen &amp; Rider}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daelen</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 06:04:53</strong>
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				He followed her movement, allowing her to believe she had wrestled the medallion from her grasp. He knew if she tried anything drastic, if he couldn't stop her, the guards outside would. They may easily succumb to temptation, but with the right motivation they could be made to do anything. He watched as she turned to face him, shoving the medallion down her tank top. He went to grab for it but thought better, stepping slightly into her grasp at the front of his tight jeans, his hands reaching out past her, pressing into the desk behind her, effectively trapping her as he leaned in, whispering softly into her ear. "Be careful. Some things are too powerful to be handled lightly."
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				Post by: <strong>Rider of Wind</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 16:31:28</strong>
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				&nbsp; Her throat fairly purred at him as she chuckled deeply, "I never do anything lightly." And she didn't, while she sensed the power in both the object and the man, she didn't think either were inherently evil, they could do bad things yes. But she would put great stakes on the bet that they could do very good things too. A shiver ran up her spine as her dark eyes latched to his, trapped between him and the desk. <br><br>&nbsp; She could duck down and run or in an ungraceful move, scramble over the desk and run around it but that wasn't really her style...most of the time. And she had the feeling that he would catch her before she even made it to the door and they would wrestle...and his body would be gripping hers and bending her to it's will with it's strength. Her eyes went a little dazed and she shook her head slightly to clear it as her smile went absolutely sultry and distracted. She hopped her butt up on the desk and poked a finger into his chest, "I think someone's a little overconfident in themselves," she told him in a low sing-song voice that sounded childish in the extreme and completely at odds with her normal behavior. She was comfortable here, trapped by his arms and that bothered her. But only for a minute before the solid muscle in his biceps effectively drew her gaze.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice {Daelen &amp; Rider}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daelen</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 09:53:37</strong>
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				He grinned a sly, lopsided grin as she hopped up on his desk, watching her hand come in, barely registering the poke to his hard chest. He chuckled, a deep hearty chuckle at her childish behavior. <br>"I am quite confident yes... but it is only overconfidence if it is fake or without reason." He watched her eyes move, both seeing and feeling her gaze upon his bicep. He kept himself quite fit, and was proud to show off his form, which was evident by the way he flexed for her. He leaned forward again, causing his powerful biceps to come closer to her gaze as he leaned down, brushing lips past her ear and whispering huskily. "I see that you've found a new treasure that you covet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice {Daelen &amp; Rider}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rider of Wind</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 20:45:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Mmm..." was her only answer as her hand carefully traced the edge of his pec to trail down his ribs, her head bowed as she followed her hand with her eyes. She exhaled a breath, her dark lids at half-mast in arousal, "How the fuck are you so damn hot?" Carmen asked rhetorically, her voice soft and intense. She was still pissed that he had her body roaring and at the same time totally did not give a fuck as long as he did something about it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice {Daelen &amp; Rider}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daelen</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 20:51:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grinned at her words, feeling her gaze on his chest. The only response his body gave to her touch was the tightening of the flesh around his nipples as the tiny nubs grew harder. He stepped in against her, feeling the heat off her body, both from the heat of the room and her raging arousal. His lips were still perched at her ear as he gave a soft, low growl, dipping down and capturing the soft flesh of her neck in a quick, hard bite, sinking his teeth against her flesh and holding on. His hands slid across her legs as he suckled the flesh of her neck, slowly releasing. His touch grazed upwards, caressing along her soft form, admiring and memorizing every curve of her body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice {Daelen &amp; Rider}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rider of Wind</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 18:36:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Her eyes opened wide as her mouth dropped open and her chest heaved out a hot breath against his shoulder. His teeth, sunken into her firm flesh, sent tingles and jolts of reaction flaming straight to her nether regions. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;It was a still moment as her body puddled trustingly into his hands, reacting passively before her greedy need kicked in. Carmen's hands abruptly took on a mind of their own, clawing their way up his chest and over his broad shoulders to clutch violently in his hair. Her legs spread of their own volition and she hooked her ankles behind his knees. Her body was a single unit of tense muscle as she bodily lifted herself up off the desk, trusting his size and strength to being up to the task, and claimed his mouth with her own. Her tongue flicked out against his bottom lip, following with a sharp nip. Her grip in his hair held her level as her body rolled itself against his front in one undulating motion. <br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; Her body was fire, her eyes bright and wide as they devoured his face, reading reaction and reacting. Her brain had receded, letting her desire take over but still thoughts plotted and stewed around in the back of her mind, the sharp digging of the medallion against the sensitive flesh of her breasts was a good reminder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice {Daelen &amp; Rider}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daelen</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 16:40:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus growled his approval as her body undulated against his own, his mouth claimed and his mind ablaze as they kissed. His lips captured her mouth, his teeth sinking into her soft, supple lips sharply. <br>He easily held her weight in his arms, even allowing for one hand to slip down away from her body as he held her against him, that hand fumbling with and slowly undoing his jeans, pushing the flaps of denim open before letting her body drop slightly, his hand moving back up to grasp her firmly, never once losing control. His raging arousal forced its way out of the thin confines of silk boxers, aching to press against and into her tight body. He groaned deeply as he felt the silken shaft of his manhood graze the curve of her ass, his head dipping down to her ear, a low growl escaping his lips before he captured her ear, biting firmly but quickly, tugging on that soft flesh and releasing. <br>He had to be careful, she threatened the ability to make him lose control. In his business, losing control could mean losing your life. He knew she still plotted, and he had to keep his mind sharp to keep with her. These thoughts roiled around in the back of his mind, yet they were becoming clouded with the raging fire of need burning within him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice {Daelen &amp; Rider}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rider of Wind</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 03:06:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Her breath came in short gasps. And she had thought he was a cold individual. His heat raged against her, seeming to consume and be consumed by her flame at the same time. Her rounded ass plopped back down on the desk as her hand found it's way down the length of her leather encased leg, pulling on the zipper that went all the way down her right leg.<br><br>&nbsp; The nip on her ear forced a moan from her throat, almost a plea, murmured incoherently. The feel of his shaft close to the nexus of herself that most wanted attention was agonizing and delicious. Her legs hooked up as she slid the rest of the zipper all the way down and roughly shoved the pants out of the damn way. <br><br>&nbsp; "Fuck," she sighed, mostly in wanting and a small part in concern of the problems that this could cause. But it was a very small part and easily quashed beneath her need.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice {Daelen &amp; Rider}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daelen</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 08:47:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marcus grinned as he heard that sigh, feeling her shoving clothes out of the way as he pressed up against her. His hands reached down, grabbing her thighs and tugging, yanking her closer to him and thrusting his hips at the same time. He was done wasting time and he slammed his body against hers, hitting home and thrusting hard into her tight, wet sex. One hand slid up along her hot body, sliding under her tank top and up, his strong calloused hand wrapping over the curve of one of her breasts. <br><br>He dug his nails sharply into her flesh as he thrust hard into her, growling his approval of her hot body. He leaned in, his growl rumbling against her ear as he thrust hard into her, his lips opening and capturing her ear, biting down quick and hard, tugging firmly, his body rolling against hers firmly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Fire and Ice {Daelen &amp; Rider}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rider of Wind</strong> on <strong>31-12-2009, 03:17:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Carmen gasped what little bit of air that was left between the powerful bulk of his chest and the squished heat of hers and then ceased to breath for what seemed an interminable amount of time as the feel of him forcing his way into her tight channel split nerve endings from the soles of her feet to the nape of her neck. Time slowed as her eyes almost rolled back in her head and then suddenly it sped back up again and she all motion, clawing and writhing. Any thought of control was totally and completely gone. She wanted him inside of her, around her, consuming her with his strength and his heat.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Fuck...” she breathed again as her hips bucked sharply beneath the onslaught of his member. Her nails skittered over his ribs and her legs tensed like steel around his waist as waves of pleasure burst upon her almost violently. Her back bowed upward, making a long, curving line of sweat-sheened, bronzed flesh from hip to shoulder. Carmen's dark eyes were wild as they caught his above her as a scream forced it's way through her clenched teeth.
			</dd>
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