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				Title: <strong>Communication (Echoes &amp; Lady Aura) (closed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 17:26:30</strong>
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				Ian had just gotten home from work, the Lords and Taylor tie slightly askew atop the pinstriped shirt. He carried his jacket over his arm, the sand blasted heat of the summer causing sweat to mote on his brow. He checked his watch, it would be another hour or two before Jen got home, enough time for him to change clothes and relax a bit. He knew she was on a busy rotation, and even when she was not there, her on call hours seemed to be every day. He could not remember the last time they had actually had time together.<br><br>It was no one's fault really. He was a nine to fiver, weekdays and the occasional weekend. She was a Doctor, and her schedule fit the needs of the hospital she worked at. He thought about it for a moment, their limited time together, before pushing the thoughts from his mind. It did him no good to dwell on it, he knew she would be busy for most of her life, it was just who she was.<br><br>He walked through the bedroom, the California King bed beckoning him to lay down just as is. he headed over, setting the jacket atop a nearby chair, and instead of laying down he made the bed. There was something about coming home to a made bed that just sat well with him. Something he didn't know if his wife would ever understand.<br><br>The bed made he moved to the bathroom. It was a luxury that both of them had agreed on and looked for when they bought the house. An oversized tub, his and her sinks on the vanity, and a shower that could by a small foyer, were musts for them. Of course, a few years ago, the shower was not always for washing and cleaning. Of course, like everything else with time, it had changed.<br><br>Ian took his time, undressing and setting his clothes aside for the dry cleaners. The weather did not permit a suit to be worn more than once before it smelled like a week old sauna. He turned the shower on, and then stepped inside, starting a simple ritual that was the stock in trade for the last year. Later he would head down, make a meal and hope that she made it home in time to actually have an appetite.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Communication (Echoes &amp; Lady Aura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Aura</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 18:40:23</strong>
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				Jennifer, or Jen as most usually called her was a healthy woman with only the slightest problems. With blond hair in the classic bob (http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3026/2928265631_b029173178.jpg) hairstyle, her emerald green eyes, no one took notice that she couldn't talk, being an anxiety mute. Standing at a mere two inches above five feet, she was tiny and yet the perfect woman any man's eyes. However, she was already married, and well that relationship, she saw was slowly dieing. She hated to admit it, but Ian just didn't do anything for her anymore. He was too soft. She wanted it rough, wanted to be controlled, wanted to be told when she do something and when she couldn't. She just didn't see him doing that. <br><br>That day, as Ian was getting ready for dinner and a relaxing night, she was in her office, being the head doctor in the local hospital emergency room. Of course, her actions weren't very proper either. <br><br>She felt the mans hands around her neck, pressing just the right way that she barely had air coming to her lungs, just the way she liked it. He leaned in and whispered, "You like this, don't you? You are nothing but a slut wanting a nice piece of cock." He spoke as he pushed deep into her tight pussy, over and over again, making her come to that edge and never beyond it. <br><br>She nodded her head and whispered, "Please, may I..." She heard a beeping on the floor near their feet. Both knew what it was. The male in question was in fact a low man on the totem wanting a promotion, had for the past few weeks. Both separated and started to get decent again as she picked up the beeper to see what it was. <br><br>She was sexually frustrated as she whispered, "Code Yellow." She looked up at him, wondering what had happened as she pulled her hair back, showing the distinct marks around her neck. She didn't care though. Everyone at the hospital knew she wasn't faithful, knew her relationship was on the rocks, and yet every time Ian showed up, no one said anything. <br><br>As she left the room, locking the door behind the man she had just spent time with, she rushed off towards the ten people that had came in. Only one of them was fine, one was already dead and another severely close to dying, the other seven ranged from just scratched to broken. <br><br>"Carter, take care of the kids, Johnson, the woman and the male there." In total, she saw three just barely old enough to drink, two kids, one not even four years yet and then what seemed to be a couple. "Lut, take a team and check over the teens." <br><br>With orders being yelled out, she took what seemed to be a motorcyclist up to surgery. His helmet was burnt to his head, bones popping out of his skin and once the clothes were clipped away, bruises covering his body. Frowning, she worked for hours with a team and managed to set bones, check for internal bleeding, surprised to find only one organ punctured. <br><br>As the time came to a stop and the male was taken to ICU, she took a breather and went back to her office. Everything was done, she had done her job. Looking at the clock, she cursed. It was already one in the morning. The adrenaline rush keeping her awake as well as her need to cum. Not even bothering to take off the lab coat, which was coated in blood, she drove home. <br><br>As she got there, she noticed lights out and proceeded to let herself in. Heading up to the shower, the strong metallic smell of blood lingering in the air behind her. Stripping her clothes off, she got into a shower, washing the blood off that had somehow gotten into her hair. The bruises on her neck still there, just not nearly as prominent as they were. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Communication (Echoes &amp; Lady Aura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 15:42:17</strong>
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				Ian had watched the clock, he always did, he had watched the clock ever since Jen had become the head of the ER. It was a ritual, his life had become ritual, everything about it had become a pattern, and one he did not know how to change. He loved his wife, loved her smile, her drive, the funny manner in which she quirked her face when she found something amusing. He loved the feel of her skin, her hand touching his face when they had the fewest moments of peace. <br><br>The last part of that had not happened in some time. Every time he had a moment free he spent it waiting for Jen, his wife and lover, and the missing part of his life. Every meal was made waiting for her to join him, the house kept in order for her to come home to. They had talked about a maid service before, but Ian did not see the need, he was perfectly capable of taking care of their home while they worked. He did not ask her to help, did not ask her to be part of the daily ritual that would have taken her energy away from time they could spend together. If she would only spend them.<br><br>Instead it was another night, another missed meal, and another few hours that had slipped from his grasp. He wrapped her plate and set it in the fridge, the same place as all the others, and at nine he went and got online. <br><br>It had began a few months ago, his growing fascination and fantasies about certain sexual practices. When Ian and Jen had first been married the sex was good, great even, with passion and desire evident in how they made love. They were both in shape, both having a physical need that could be met by one another, but as of late, with the absence of their physicality, he had been having more alternative desires. He had become a member of a fetish site, asking questions, being honest that he was looking to change something in their life but was unsure how. he checked his e-mail and made a few replies before reading some of the boards for advice and comments left by other members.<br><br>Even his time of self pleasure had changed, no longer was it always good enough to imagine what he and Jen had done, or what they might do. Instead he found himself fantasizing about more exotic acts, his viewing selection, having increased in time with the absence of wife, had also gotten more extreme. It was eleven o'clock when he decided to see if that would ease some of the tension of not seeing her. He went to a site featuring mostly people having sex with bondage involved. Various women bound before performing acts merged under the click of the mouse, he scanned through, looking for those who would remind him of his wife. He was there for an hour, not really feeling the mood this evening. <br><br>Instead he debated and decided on a jog, just getting out of the house. He set the laptop to play music, forgetting to close the browser as he did so, and went to change. While his account to the boards was not opened, the last site of videos was still on one of the tabs of the browser. As music played he changed to shorts and a tanktop, grabbing his I-pod and arm sleeve. As he left the house he did something odd, turning off all the lights. <br><br>He had planned on being back before Jen was, just thinking that it would be a long night and that she would arrive sometime before tomorrow. He didn't think to call the hospital, not wanting to bother her at work. He slipped out the house, leaving it dark and empty, the faint strains of classical coming from his computer, and he began to try to work the tension off with a long run.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Communication (Echoes &amp; Lady Aura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Aura</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 20:13:46</strong>
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				As she washed her body free of the blood that had managed to get past the scrubs and mask, she wondered where Ian had gone. Jen just sighed as she washed her hair and then got out of the shower. Wrapping the plush yellow towel around her petite body, she walked into their room and pulled out a silky night gown. <br><br>As she slipped it on, she frowned as she remembered times where it was in use. Times where her and Ian were intimate. She wondered what had changed and shook her head, knowing it was her. He just didn't give her what she needed. What she wanted. Shaking her head, she walked into the kitchen after hanging the towel up and grabbed her dinner. <br><br>Heating it up, she grabbed a soda and then sat down on the couch, turning the TV on. As she browsed the channels, she forgot about her food in the microwave, thinking about her marrage and wondering how, if it could, she could save it. <br><br>A few minutes later, she cursed at herself and pulled her wet hair across her shoulder and walked into the kitchen and grabbed her dinner. Taking it into the living room, taking her seat again and proceeded to eat what was prepared, grateful as always that he thought of her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Communication (Echoes &amp; Lady Aura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 21:22:24</strong>
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				Ian's laptop sat at the end of the couch, still powered up and on, Jen knew the password, but it had yet to cycle to need it. He had forgotten to close the browser, displayed in vivid detail was his most recent video of choice, but the screen was mostly closed and he had forgotten it while he had gotten ready.<br><br>Outside on the street Ian had seen the lights of the house, for a moment he had the thrill that perhaps they were being robbed. Then he thought better and knew that even if they were robbed, it was nothing that insurance could not take care of. Since his estrangement from Jen not much excited him, and little had she know of the risks he had taken to increase interest in his life. Instead of seeking out the comfort of flesh he had gone another route. <br><br>Always the outdoor type Ian had taken to white water Kayaking, rapids and rafting. More than once he had slept in a shirt not for comfort, but to hide the bruises from his weekend adventures. The exhilaration of pain and temptation giving him somewhat of an avenue of release, not that she would notice. They just never had time and she seemed to always be running off.<br><br>He decided on one more lap around the neighborhood, with luck she would fall asleep and there would be no need for a confrontation this evening. He needed more time to think, to get the anger and the want out of his system so that he would not be confronted with immediate frustration when he saw her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Communication (Echoes &amp; Lady Aura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Aura</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 10:17:40</strong>
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				She had seen the laptop, but didn't pay much attention to it at first. She knew it was Ian's, knew that it most likely had the same boring shit on it as usual. However, a words had caught her attention and she put her dinner aside and picked the machine up. Muting the TV, she played the video. <br><br>As she watched it, she let out a soft moan. She never would have guess he was into this kind of stuff. It probably wasn't what she was thinking, which made her sigh. Probably just a misdirect, but then why would it still be up? She frowned as she looked through the history on the computer. Seeing more like it, she shook her head. <br><br>Maybe, just maybe, her husband was just like her, wanted the same things and didn't know how to go about talking about them. She rarely saw him anymore, and when she did, he seemed angry, always out to get something. It all made sense now.<br><br>She finished up her dinner after shutting the computer down. As she finished it, she went into the kitchen and cleaned her dish, thinking about how to talk to Ian about it. So she turned the lights off and sat in the living room, waiting for him. She was tired of this void they had, and it needed to stop... Tonight. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Communication (Echoes &amp; Lady Aura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 05:56:29</strong>
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				Ian was worn out, spent from the longer jog than normal. He approached the house, seeing the lights off he shrugged, same as it ever was. He knew there would be time to cool down, drink water and then shower, more than likely relieving any lingering tension while in the shower.<br><br>He made it through the garage and into the house even as the door closed. He moved without trying to sound quiet, tired enough not to worry if she heard him or not. More than likely she was asleep, that was her ritual now, work and sleep with rarely a word for him in between times. She knew he took the weekends off every other week, why she would consider having a day off with him, after spending so much time at the hospital, seemed almost alien to him now.<br><br>He did not notice her sitting, waiting, so focused on cooling down as he was. He went to the fridge, pulled a bottle of water from the door and went then to the laundry room, stripping off a shirt far to soaked with sweat. There were bruised on his right side, faded and old, from where he had bounced off several rocks the last time he had been away. He remembered older times when she would have fussed, and he would have surrendered to her mercy as they made the pain go away in each others arms.<br><br>He moved back to get his laptop, planning on checking someone one last time. He turned the lights on and almost dropped the bottle of water as he saw her sitting there. He just looked at her, standing, half naked and covered in sweat, shorts the only clothes he was still wearing.<br><br>"You're up? Is something wrong?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Communication (Echoes &amp; Lady Aura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Aura</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 08:05:37</strong>
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				She watched him as he came into the house. She knew he thought she was sleeping, and knew she should be. But her relationship was more important than anything to her mind. She watched him when she could, seeing the bruise that was fading. She let out a soft sigh. Hearing his question, she just let it go for the time being, thinking about how to answer him.<br><br>Looking from his eyes to the bruise, she shook her head. There was something wrong, but how did she put it in words? How could she say that she wanted them back. Taking a deep breath of air, she whispered, "Yes, us." She looked into his eyes once again. "I saw what was on the computer..." She didn't say much more as she looked down again. How could he want that stuff and never ask her about it. Never see if she was into it. <br><br>She knew if he had even cared to look her own marks were shown, she didn't care at this moment. Just now wished she had talked to him before they fell apart. The tell all marks of hands around her neck, made it clear she was chocked, and she seemed to not mind at all. 
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				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 08:36:22</strong>
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				Her words rocked him back. The spike of fear she wanted him gone tore through him and then she mentioned the computer, and he blinked, a low laugh devoid of humor filled the room.<br><br>"And? yes, I was looking at porn, I get off to it because my wife is at her work and has no energy or time to be with me. I Watch people fuck because I can't, won't without. And yes, I want you so badly that I want to tie you up and not let you go. But you are the head of an ER how am I to do this when you have not taken a day off from work in months." <br><br>The words spilled from his mouth, the dam broken and the pain unleashed. He didn't raise his voice, didn't hate or curse her. he wanted her still, and then though of the house without her killed him. But he could not stop the tide.<br><br>"Since school we have been like this. Always ourselves together put on the back burner. You wanted and fought for your job, Needed to help others, to make a difference. And god damn do I love that about you. But I didn't stop , I didn't stop coming home and working extra shifts. You have been too tired to worn out when you have come home at all. "<br><br>He shook his head as he spoke, as if seeing everything on display in front of him. He didn't want to admit that he had let her, never before pushing for what she wanted. He thought that supporting her would be the best thing, and instead he was just as guilty.<br><br>"I have wanted, wanted you in so many ways, but you stopped being here and I didn't fight it because it was something you wanted. I didn't.... what happened to your neck ?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Communication (Echoes &amp; Lady Aura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Aura</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 08:54:30</strong>
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				She let him rant. He wasn't tell her anything she didn't already know. Wasn't telling her things that shocked her. However, what did take her by surprise is why he hadn't done just that. Tied her up and took what he wanted. She wanted it too, how come he could never see it. She loved him, more then she should at the moment, she knew it. <br><br>She knew she was in the wrong as well. She had taken her days off. When she first started working, she had every weekend off, even a day during the week. But then that started waning because she felt like she didn't have her husband, felt like her relationship was being torn apart. <br><br>She heard him stop talking, asked her about the bruises on her neck. She laughed then. She looked down for a second and then back up at him. She stood up and started walking towards him slowly. "Ever think that I wanted to be tied down? Wanted to be used? Wanted the pain while someone brought me to my orgasm? Ever think to ask what I wanted when you found that site?" She had him against the wall next to the television now. She shook her head and said, "Of course not. I had those days off, had given you the chance to do such things, and you didn't take that opportunity. Why should you now?" She backed off then and walked off towards their bedroom, deciding she had to get her sleep for work in the morning. Unless he made some sort of an interest, why did she have to change?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Communication (Echoes &amp; Lady Aura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 09:25:48</strong>
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				He was stunned, completely caught off guard at her words as she walked towards him, and then past. For a moment he stared and then he turned, walking with a half leap right behind her, taking her arm and locking it behind her and turning her into the wall. He didn't bounce her, did not slam her, but stood her up to her toes and gave her no room to move. He turned his hip to pin her lower body tight, denying the chance for a kick. His other hand came up, taking her by the hair and tilting her head back in a rough grip.<br><br>"Oh Hell no, you are not just walking away from me, no more, never again. I may be partly responsible for this, but not anymore. I know what you saw on the computer and I don't care. You haven't seen to ask me what I wanted, so don't try to make yourself the damned victim. Now what in the hell happened to your neck."<br><br>His scent was heavy, the miles of running causing the musk of activity to hang in the air about them. A new burst of sweat coated him from arousal and fear. What was he doing, he didn't even know. Days of working out had left him more than fit, more than just strong. He had run for a while and now did not even feel winded. His sweat coated her back, his bare chest pressed to her arm and her clothes. He needed answers, needed to know what was real between them and what was lost.<br><br>"Who did this, why was this done." His voice was quiet but not weak. There was a hunger in his words and anger that she had not seen in years. There was a fire and a pain that did not retreat but seemed to grow as he held her like this. His breath pushed across her neck as if to erase the marks from her throat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Communication (Echoes &amp; Lady Aura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Aura</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 09:38:30</strong>
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				Before she even made it to the bedroom, she felt herself against the wall, her head being pulled back. She let out a small moan from the pain, from the attention. As she listened to his words, she smirked. "I gave you every opportunity to tell me, to come to me, and you never did. Do you not remember I used to have 3 days off, but as time went on, and you didn't do anything, those days turned to work." She looked at him, anger and lust running heavy in her eyes. <br><br>She closed those green eyes, taking him in. His smell, his lust, the feel of his body against hers again. She missed all of this, craved it and yet she was always denied. "I always wanted you. How come you never saw that? How come you never realized I worshiped you until you closed the door on me?" She opened her eyes again, looking at him, her feelings wide open for him to see. <br><br>As he mentioned the bruises again, she shook her head the best she could. "No, it was wanted. I wanted the person to do them as they brought me close to my peak. Something you haven't done in years. Something you haven't cared to think about in how long?" She looked into his eyes, her ass pressing against his groin, wanting him to take this moment as it was. Something she knew they both craved, something they both were missing, each others touch. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Communication (Echoes &amp; Lady Aura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 18:15:56</strong>
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				“Stop trying to make yourself into the victim. You may have had three days off, but you never took them, not really. Seminars, research, catching up on sleep. I would ask you to do things and you would not have time. I didn’t push you and I guess I should have. But end this oh poor me act, it doesn’t become you.”<br><br>His voice was bitten, soft and yet harsh. He knew he wanted it to be more angry, but also knew he was not innocent.&nbsp; He mocked her voice as he spoke, shared the same smirk until she turned her head enough to look at him. His eyes held back tears. Months of frustration, of need and want rested in those eyes. He had loved her to much to push for himself, knowing how hard she pushed for her career he wanted to support her, not hinder her. Unknowingly, he had sacrificed himself. He had also sacrificed her, and there was a realization there. There was also pain.<br><br>“You stopped showing that want, you only spoke of your job, your needs that all revolved around your goal, your ER your career. You may think you worshiped me then, but if that is what you want, I will show you the difference.”<br><br>Her final words hit him, the knowledge that she had gone outside of their marriage, wanted enough to cheat threatened to break his grip far more than her strength had. He turned her from the wall pushed her&nbsp; forward even as his foot swept hers, sending her sprawling and to the floor. His hands clenched and unclenched, furry causing his body to shake. His voice went cold, water poured over ice as he glared at her.<br><br>“How many, how long Jennifer? You want to lay the blame at my feet but of all the options you had available you took the easiest. How many?”<br><br>The last question was the harshest as he stood there. He towered, the light of the room behind him throwing shadows door the hall and over her form. The darkness of the bedroom loomed before them, not offering any respite or escape.&nbsp; His scent was throughout the hall, filling the area almost like and animal’s cage. His hair was matted, and his features half hidden, but his face was unreadable. There was emotion there, but which one was too far gone to tell.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Communication (Echoes &amp; Lady Aura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Aura</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 18:47:31</strong>
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				She was fuming now. She was far from victimizing her actions. And the days she had off, she sat around the house, waiting. Waiting for him. Waiting for something to happen. Waiting for them to be together. Yet, all her waiting proved to be fruitless. And now he was acting as if he was innocent.&nbsp; <br><br>His tone was none the pleasing either. It was as if he had given hope. Even when his eyes told a different story. She looked him dead in the eyes, her own hands pushing his away from her as much as she could. Turning to look at him, she hissed, "And you think you are innocent? You have no back bone. All these years that I have worked, where was all this anger then? Where was this desire you say you have? Where? Answer me!" She raised her hand about to hit him before putting it down. She didn't want to resort to that. No, it wasn't like her. <br><br>She smirked as he realized what she had said. She never liked that she had to resort to that, never wanted to in truth. But it was the only way to release energy, to release tension. Shaking her head, she felt him push her down. Felt him tower over her, felt his dominance for the first time. She laughed at it. Her voice ringing through the hall way. <br><br>"Now you chose to put me in my place? Now you decide to take notice in the bruises that I have? Why now? Is it because I found your dirty little secret?" She looked up at him, not daring to move or even back down from bringing him down a notch. Maybe even a few. "And I do put the blame at your feet and will hold it over your head. If you had paid attention, if you had taken care of my needs when I gave you the chance, well then I wouldn't have had to do it. Maybe that is what are reduced to anyways. What we are meant for. An empty marriage, you doting on a wife that you always wanted and never got and me having to turn to someone else because my husband doesn't listen to me." She glared up at him before moving around him and into their bedroom, closing the door behind her. The conversation was over to her. There was obviously no way to get through his thick skull, no way to make him see what he had done to her. <br><br>Through all the anger, she crawled into their bed, a bed where they used to make love, a bed that held wonderful cuddles on Sunday mornings. A bed that now laid two people that grew apart. There, through all the anger, she let her true emotions come out and started to cry, wondering what had truly gone wrong and start all of this hatred between them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Communication (Echoes &amp; Lady Aura)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 20:55:15</strong>
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				" I never once said I was innocent, never once said I was not to blame. I did what I thought you wanted. I supported you, I didn't push my needs upon you. I know that. but you, you now are telling me how you wanted, you were available. You have conveniently forgotten all the times of 'not nows' and 'maybe laters." You never made your needs clear by sitting around. The same thing you are accusing me of ,you did. You waited. You didn't&nbsp; come to me, tell me, want me. I would move the world for you. I already did mine, but I am taking mine back."<br><br>He let her crawl, stepping behind her until she made it to the bedroom and moved to the bed and then he moved past her. His motions where quick, but not jerky, he was still in control and not rabid with anger. He didn't turn the light on, he didn't need to. He knew the placement of everything in the room, and more importantly the closet.<br><br>"Where was this desire, still here, inside me, always, it never left. Every night you have come home, your eyes dead tired, your body shiver from exhaustion I have wanted you. Every time I tried to hug you and you would pull away, not wanting contact. But none of that matters, you are not listening, you are not realizing what you are saying like a broken damn record. You only want to blame me. Not a chance, you got me to take it until now."<br><br>He moved in the closet, getting something from a bag, still moving as he spoke, his voice slightly distorted but now heavy with emotion.<br><br>"Put you in your place... now notice the bruises you have. Jennifer, this is the first time I have seen you in a week that we are not sleeping, that I do not pull the covers about you and tuck you in, that we are not rushing past one another. Quit trying to make it sound like I am pretending to be perfect. That is one thing that has not changed about me, I have never once said it, and I sure as hell know it now. Our place is together, and I still want that."<br><br>He returned to the room, still wearing only shorts, a darkened figure as he crawled atop the bed. He knelt beside her and moved her, unwilling to let her curl and face away. No he had spent years of that, years letting her turn from him, not any more.<br><br>" You have skipped on talking with me about this, you have not suggested therapy, you have not suggested that we try something new. You can blame me all you want for not doing what you wanted, but you never would tell me. I was waiting, thinking that this is what you needed to become established because it is all you would ever talk about. You never took the lead to tell me what was needed for your pleasure, so on this, we are even. That will change. I will ask you, and I need to know this Jennifer, are you able to trust yourself enough to salvage this? "His voice grew quiet, there was a tone to it, a sober and clear tone. it was not meek, it was a restraint against all emotion, a bind that was stretching, ready to burst as he spoke. In that tone there was hope. "Do you still want me like you have said? If you do, if you mean it...everything form here on forward will change. I am never going to hold back from you again, but I will demand you never hold back from me."<br>
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