The Ring: Lust & Battle
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				Title: <strong>The Ring: Lust &amp; Battle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 03:33:13</strong>
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				The apartment was small and fussy, everything meticulously shelved and ordered. The wardrobe door stood ajar, revealing a half-dozen nearly identical sober grey suits; a list pinned to the refrigerator door noted a lack of bran, tofu and unsweetened organic yoghurt; even the files fanned out on the table were alphabetised. FBI agent James Langston had always been a stickler for the rules; in fact, the greatest breach of protocol he'd ever made was in the thoroughly against-the-book relationship he'd maintained with his partner for the last two years. Of average height, dark haired, fit (insofar as the job demanded), he looked speculatively over the rim of his laptop at agent Grace Austen, struck by the way the dimmed lights caught her profile, the lithe muscles of the arms folded across her chest.<br><br>Clearing his throat, James tapped a key, projecting an image onto the screen that dominated one wall. It was a photograph of a towering, high-end apartment block, taken from ground level, only hinting at the wealth and power that lurked on the upper storeys. “Our source confirms that the target has arranged for the... meeting... to be held here, in the Alexandria Building, tomorrow night. After the splash you made in that warehouse bout last week, you should have enough cred to get you past the door. Security looks tight with all the betting and bad blood that'll be there, so that means no earpiece or mike hidden in your clothing; you'll be out of contact once you're in. Though we'll take up position on the building opposite to keep an eye on you, but if things go bad, it might be difficult to mount an extraction. Plus, it'd ruin a three-year case. As for the likely opposition you'll face...”<br><br>He paused, looking at her, and closed the laptop. “Grace, are you sure you're up for this?” His tone was laced with care and concern, but also betrayed a lack of confidence in the Bureau's top-rated young field agent and close-combat expert. “I still think this whole infiltration plan is of yours is insane, even if Assistant Director Phelps signed off on it. It's not too late to back out. There's no need for you to put yourself in harm's way like this. These people aren't play fighting...” he reached out, playing his smooth hand on her thigh, eyes glittering softly with emotion in the screen's glow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ring: Lust &amp; Battle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>La Serenity</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 02:02:45</strong>
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				Grace had returned to the table from the fridge with a cup of ice cream. After a year of living together, Grace had bypassed the unnecessary lists, orders, and color codes. It was just furniture to her. The projector came on and she stood right at the light's edge. She stood attentively with a spoonful of cookies and cream in her mouth while analyzing the building he put up. <br><br>As James mentioned her bout in the warehouse, a smirk emerged from ear to ear and even had to suppress a laugh. They were all caught off guard as soon as she walked in. She couldn't deny that she started, but they couldn't finish it either. Scooping another spoonful into her mouth, Grace bit it down for a second while she tousled with her hair. “Why would I ruin the case,” she muffled more to herself instead of snapping back at him.<br><br>The sound of his laptop closing made look over curiously. <em>No, not this again</em>, Grace thought in as she rolled her head back to mimic boredom at its finest. Really, among the whole crew back at headquarters, it was a wonder how the two even got into a relationship. They claimed Grace was too good for James and their personalities weren't exactly fitting for each other. Grace ignored it as jealously, but there were plenty of questionable times of why she came back here when there was more appeal to her eye in the front yard. In order to overlook his flaws, the tender love and care he gave her was more than enough for her to fall hard. After years of failed relationships, it was very refreshing to see what she was missing out on.<br><br>“How else is this case going to go forward? This is the best that's happened to this case and I'm going to put this to rest. Baby, you're overreacting again,” Grace said sternly with a hand on her hip. “Don't worry, I'll be fine. You watch me out there all the time,” she continued, purposely leaving out the fact that he watches her back instead of covering her back, “How can you doubt me? Once I'm done with them, they'll be play fighting themselves. Plus, if this goes well, we can finally add some color to this place.” <br><br>Grace welcomed his hand and pressed her body against his arm reassuringly. “C'mon, tell me the rest,” she cooed into his ear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ring: Lust &amp; Battle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 00:21:57</strong>
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				Unbeknownst to Grace, as the projector flickered, James Langston was pondering very much the same thing as the woman who was his partner, in both senses of the word. The reasons he was attracted to her were numerous, no mystery there; not only was she ambitious, vivacious and capable, but she was outrageously beautiful, a perfect blend of tomboyish athleticism and feminine charm. And the sex... the sex! As much as it galled him to say, it was all he could do to keep up with her in the bedroom, let alone address some of the fantasies and pecadillos shed broached with him. On the other hand, she frustrated him sometimes – often – refusing to fit properly into any of the boxes into which he fitted his meticulous, disciplined life. That their relationship was against Bureau regulations was a constant source of anxiety, albeit a <em>frisson</em> of excitement, too. The three years differences in their ages showed in her exuberance, which was simultaneously energising and exhausting to him. And there was the matter of his schedule. Maybe after this case was done and dusted he could broach the subject of the future to her; that he planned for her to retire from the Bureau so they could get married and start churning out kids, erecting picket fences, the whole regular suburban dream.<br><br>James cleared his head, looking over as Grace nibbled on her cookies'n'cream treat. He smiled placatingly; “I don't think you'll mess it up, Grace, I just worry what'll happen if... if something unexpected happens.” He nodded, accepting her confident reassurances with no outward sign of disagreement. “Okay...” he replied, standing and shifting over to share the couch with her. James' body slid familiarly against her side, cool against the city evening's warmth, and his arm draped around her lithe shoulder. His fastidious hand brushed the flesh of her upper arm as they nestled together, and he raised the remote to flick the presentation forward.<br><br>“Max Banes.” The face she had grown familiar with over the months of pursuing the smuggling organisation appeared on screen. Everything about him screamed danger and thrilling, powerful energy; eyes that could be as cold as steel or hot as blue flame glittered in a tanned, chiselled face, and event he awkward angle of the surveillance photograph could not detract from the fiercely handsome lines of his features, the pantherish masculine strength of the body accentuated by a suit that probably cost a month's pay for Grace and James put together. “Either the wunderkind or enfant terrible of the East Coast and Transatlantic trade in drugs, weapons and worse. But none of that's news...” Idly stroking her skin, James clicked ahead. “Tomorrow night, Banes and his fellow degenerate bloodsport enthusiasts will be watching the underground fight-circuit's championships. Two contenders, you and the other semi-finalist against each other to incapacitation, then the current titleholder, and Banes' right-hand man and bodyguard...”<br><br>The image shifted to a man shadowing Banes, although <em>looming behind</em> might be a better phrase. Not a hair under seven foot, the bodyguard was a mass of scar tissue and gnarled cartilage and built like like a tank. Grace could only assume hew wasn't a shaved bear because bears didn't tend to wear gold medals around their necks. “Vasily Chernyaev. They call him 'the Experiment'. (http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4075/4799774611_7fdfba800a_b.jpg) Former Olympic heavyweight boxer, he served time in prison for beating an opponent to death in the ring. Banes' network picked him up after his release – helped by some healthy bribes to the Russian authorities, no doubt – and he's been breaking legs for them ever since. As I'm sure you can imagine, he has reach and strength on you, but you've got speed and mobility. There's also some medical files that suggest he took a bullet to the right knee at one point while defending his boss... might be a weak spot.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ring: Lust &amp; Battle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>La Serenity</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 21:33:30</strong>
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				Grace peered curiously at James at his particular choice of words to avoid showing his doubt. As he sat down on the couch next to her, she pressed her body against his to get comfortable. She rested her head on his shoulder as the presentation was continuing on. It was rather lengthy for her personal tastes, but a sudden picture came up on the wall that snapped her out of her mindless boredom. Max Banes. Maybe it was the time of night or just found something different after looking at the same picture for the hundredth time. Her eyes were fixed to the screen as she tilted her head up. She had just realized how surprisingly handsome such a villainous face was. It had stirred a fire within her lions that brought her attention to the screen forthright. Her mind began to wander, thinking how it would be when she finally met him face-to-face. It was a shame he couldn't trade appearances with James, but she quickly shook the idea out of her head once the slide changed. The breath she had been holding in suddenly escaped her lips.<br><br>“Yuck. Ugly son of a bitch,” Grace blurted out the obvious stark contrast between the two slides. She had to reserve herself from telling him to go back one slide. The information he piled on her fell on deaf ears. It really was extraneous things that passed over her head, but she figured she would be asked to fixed that habit soon. All she needed to know was his weak spot. Grace took one last good look at him and mentally tagged a note over his photo reminding her of his right knee. “Alright, alright. Just beat him and we're in. Easy.”<br><br>With that, she placed her cup down on the table, ignoring the pile of unused coasters. Grace stretched her arms out widely as if trying to take up as much space as possible. Grace admitted briefings were always important, but she'd rather pick out the pertinent facts herself. “Now that's done and over with, I have some other weak spots to exploit,” Grace mused as she turned to crawl on top of him. Her firm legs straddled his lap and placed her hands on either side of him to cage him. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips to suggest her intentions. In the back of her mind, she knew the fiery change of atmosphere was due to her aimless thoughts..of a criminal, of her mission. It struck herself odd, but it wouldn't matter to James, right? All she needed was an outlet to relieve some sexual tension. Her lips found the corner of his, but shifted directions to go downwards. She planted an outlay of soft kisses on his neck as her chest pressed against his. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ring: Lust &amp; Battle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 23:16:27</strong>
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				“Well, sure, if you think taking down seven foot of Russian fighting machine is 'easy'...” James began sarcastically, piqued at Grace's typical gung ho attitude to his meticulous preparations. Didn't she know he was trying to help, to protect her by ensuring everything went to plan? Why was she so resistant to...<br><br>“What? Oh...” he chuckled softly as she rolled over to straddle him. Tonight wasn't their usual sexual relations night, but it was hard to object when he felt her tight, warm body straddling him. “I see. Now that I've briefed you, you want me to <em>debrief</em> you, is that it?” James' hands slid around Grace's waist, stroking up and down as he uttered a pleasant groan as her firm breasts pressed&nbsp; into his torso. Fingers ran up her back, coaxing her closer, and his lips jutted forward at the touch of her kiss, only to groan as she instead nuzzled down.<br><br>“Mmm, Grace,” he breathed, caressing the back of her neck while leaning forwards. For a moment, she thought he was going to be uncharacteristically take-charge in their lovemaking, pick her up, position her how he wanted... but instead, he reached for the spoon in her desert cup. There was still a little unfinished icecream in the bowl, and he flicked the cold metal of the utensil across her cheek, leaving a smear of cookies and cream. His tongue was warm and slightly raspy in contrast to the icecream as he licked it off, before dropping the spoon carelessly onto the couch. His arms tightened around her shoulder and waist as his passion grew, pulling Grace hard against him. His hand stroked the sliver of lower back between her top and pants, easing under the material to caress warm skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ring: Lust &amp; Battle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>La Serenity</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 22:45:53</strong>
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				Grace slightly lost her fervor in his attempt to sound sexy. She held in her comments that ran rampant in her mind like a hyperactive child. It just produced a smile on her lips, interrupting her pecking. She pressed her hips tighter against his own. Her lips met his skin again on his jawline, making trail towards his lips before immersing herself deeply into his own passion. <br><br>The combination of the cold metal and cold sticky melted ice cream made her flinch in surprise. "Hey, what are you doing," she whispered in surprise. Grace shuddered at the touch of his warm tongue on her cheek and bit down her lower lip to suppress any impulsive sound that would come from her. It was different but his intimacy made it arousing somehow. She was amazed that he could even be this creative, but he didn't have to know. Grace just showed her appreciation through her kisses. <br><br>Maybe it was the sudden fire he ignited in her, but she felt a strange urge to control him, to have him under her whim, have what she wanted. Her hand intervened his hand that traveled behind to her lower back by grabbing his arm and pinning it to the back of the couch. Her teeth found his lower lip and bit it softly, gently pulling it out as she pulled her head back. With her free hand she started unbuttoning his shirt and finished off by unbuckling his belt, revealing her true desires. "James, do you know what I want," she whispered directly into his ear this time. Grace casually slithered off his legs and sat herself on the floor in between his legs with a grin on her face. Her hand found the buckle of his belt and pulled him free of it and wore it around her neck as she helped him pull his pants down. She situated herself snug in between his legs as a finger played with the waistband of his undergarments. She looked up to him earnestly with another smirk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ring: Lust &amp; Battle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 10:28:13</strong>
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				“Huhmmm...” James groaned as Grace's lips dictated the pace and positioning of their embrace. He leaned back into the couch's back rest, his hips pressing up as hers ground down until she could feel&nbsp; his hardness rising into her body in belated response. He began to caress her shoulder, fingers trailing along the lithely defined muscles of her strong yet feminine body, until she pulled away.<br><br>“Ahh? Grace?” he panted, looking down as she nestled between his legs. He twisted a little in her grip, but not much, knowing he couldn't break her expert hold unless she let him. “Oooh...” he groaned as her teeth raked and tugged at his lip, squirming in uneasy pleasure instead. His chest rose and fell sharply under her fingers as she flicked open the buttons, and his erection jumped under her. “No... I don't know what you want...” he breathed (rather more accurately than either of them really wanted to admit). <br><br>James wriggled in a delicious blend of embarrassment and arousal. Grace's sexual appetites were often intimidating to the man,but they could also be intoxicating. He gazed down at her eagerly, lifting his hips to help her slip off his belt. His fingers clawed across the upholstery of the couch as she fiddled with the waistband of his boxers. “Tell me,” he moaned hopefully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ring: Lust &amp; Battle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>La Serenity</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 04:54:42</strong>
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				Grace pouted her lips with hints of her disappointment of his lacking answer, but her eyes didn't lose its fiery lust. The tip of her tongue glazed her lips slowly to wet them though it was an act to hide her mouth watering in anticipation of her desires. Her wandering finger met with his bulging manhood held down by the fabric. Her fingers hooked at the waistband and freed him from its constriction and let it breathe in the cool air. Grace sucked in the corner of her bottom lip as she marveled at how James grew hard so fast. Her nose flared momentarily in the release of his aroma as it wafted into her nostrils. Her insatiable hunger only magnified, yet Grace couldn't let herself jump on him like a predator eats its prey. This time things would progress slowly to enhance every minute touch, raise hairs, and resolve to an explosive conclusion, literally. <br><br>Before continuing her motion of removing the rest of his clothes, Grace turned her fingers on herself. In one motion, her clothes fell lazily below her encircling her feet. A black lacy, flowery bra held up her D-cup breasts that appeared to weigh her down in contrast to the view of her flat, but tight core. The countless hours of practice and training presented themselves with just her bra and matching panties that also hugged at her bountiful buttocks. It complemented the powerful thick legs she stood on, which she always believed her best feature was. Grace slipped her hands on the side of his legs and stopped at his hips.<br><br>“Baby, you still don't know what I want,” she asked innocently with a tilt of her head. Her head was inches from the warmth of his cock while her eyes met with his in a deep gaze as if allowing him to read her deepest secrets. Her lips planted a small peck on his cheek before whispering into his ear, “I want you inside me.” Slowly, Grace pulled back and stood up tall. Her hips wiggled a bit as her hands teased the lacy waistband of her panties by slipping them dangerously low to peek at the crevices of her womanhood. She bit softly on her lower lip and gazed at him pleadingly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ring: Lust &amp; Battle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 00:51:23</strong>
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				“Ahhhngh,” James expounded articulately as Grace's finger teased down his urgent hardness, drawing his boxers slowly down. His cock swung out like a lever, ruddy and rigid with arousal at her closeness, and his hand moved impulsively to stroke her hair back from her face. He squirmed, feeling her breath hot on his flesh, impatient lust starting to drown out his surprise and reticence. “Mmmnnn, god...” he breathed, gazing raptly at her as she stripped down to her lingerie. His eyes grazed over every tight line and taut curve of her fit, well-muscled yet feminine body, his own mouth opening in a wet pant. He throbbed at the sight of her, his cock trembling hard back and forth like a compass needle seeking her out.<br><br>“Tell me,” he groaned, hips involuntarily tilting as almost pressing his cock to her lips plaintively. James' shoes scraped along the carpet, as if seeking purchase to lunge at Grace. He husked out a groan of disappointment as she pulled away, slumping on the couch for a moment as her lips drew back... but her offer/demand rekindled his interest instantaneously.<br><br>Shrugging off his opened shirt and jacket into a tangle on the seat behind him, James quickly rose and stepped up against Grace. His cool, firm arms slid around her waist and shoulders, drawing her closer until she felt his erection nestled hard against her stomach. His eyes flickered at the pressure of her body on him and he stifled a slight moan, before bending his lips to kiss her slowly and deeply. His fingertips wandered her back, tracing the intricate curves of her body before he found her bra and began fumbling with the catch. “Mmmaaah, yes,” he groaned enthusiastically, in between pecking her lips with soft, swift kisses. His other hand ran down her back, and his hand cupped her toned ass hard, pulling her to him still tighter. “I want to be inside you too... let's, mmm, get to bed...”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ring: Lust &amp; Battle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>La Serenity</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 03:56:48</strong>
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				How exciting. It was just as if the prey bit the bait. A hand grabbed at his arm and led him through the house for the bed. Grace didn't waste time planting her lips firmly over his, sucking at his lower lip eagerly as she tugged at his arms towards her whilst walking backwards into the foot of the bed. Grace flipped sides with him and gently pushed him onto his back to land in the bed, revealing her dominating stance as James would glance up to meet her lustful eyes beaming at him. <br><br>Grace joined him in the bed, assuming her position on top of him with her knees on either side of him. Her fingers graduated from their teasing ways to directly getting to the point. Swiftly, the thin lacy fabric that hid her glistening pussy dropped to the side of the bed. Her body quaked when the cool air sent electric sensations to her extremities. "I can't wait anymore baby," Grace gasped as if someone had stole her breath away. Her slender fingers wrapped around his hardened dick right below its sheath. Guiding it to her drenched labia, Grace shuddered again, sparks going off in her body once more. She was suddenly more sensitive than ever. When was the last time she felt his dick inside her, let alone have her sexual thirst satisfied? Earnestly, Grace made James plunge into her which emitted a loud gasp from her lips as if his hot member singed her flesh. <br><br>Her body almost slouched when coming down for the second time, her buttocks meeting with his pelvis, the head of his dick snuggling perfectly in the back of her warm confines. A much deserved moan filled the room. Her hands found his chest and braced herself for the anticipated rhythmic pounding. Her eyes were glossed over with sheer pleasure as if a different being possessed her, controlling the course of her pleasure throughout her body. His erection was already thickly coated with her dripping secretions, the room instantly covered with the musty, naughty smell of sex. The aroma replaced the oxygen she breathed, fueling her fiery lust in her lower abdomen. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ring: Lust &amp; Battle</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 22:22:28</strong>
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				Initially frozen in surprise, James soon thawed and warmed as Grace kissed him hard, pressing his own lips back against hers and groaning as she suckled there. As they orbited each other and walked backwards or forwards to the bedroom, he shucked the shirt and jacket she had already opened, kicking off his shoes. He tumbled back clumsily, landing heavily on the bed and scrambling up on his elbows and heels, still in socks and boxers but his cock glistening and pulsing slightly as it strained towards the ceiling.<br><br>“Mhhhm, Grace,” he moaned, reaching out to caress her athletic, curvaceous form as she climbed on top of him. James's hands traced the curve of her hips and waist familiarly, sliding down to grope her ass and pull down on her thighs. “God, yes,” he breathed, thumb tracing the moist pout of her nether lips and his back arching in a spasm of anticipatory delight as she took him in hand. Squirming a little, he let out a long, hissing breath like a kettle on the boil as she pulled his hardened flesh in to contact with hers.<br><br>He jolted as she mounted him and her sex engulfed him from crown to base. Grace felt his member surge, its heat and rigidity nestling comfortable in her hungry snatch, and a wave of pleasure filling her as James jerked upwards involuntarily. His hips bucked up, driving his cock hard into her, then fell to the bed again, only to rise once more as her hands clawed across his panting chest, stirring the dusting of hair across his muscles. “Ohhh... yes, Graaaceee!” he crooned, his own grip tightening on her hips, guiding them up and down the curved path of his cock, faster and faster.<br><br>Always a minuteman under the best of circumstances, the warrior-woman's sexual aggression was swiftly overwhelming him. Grace could feel his pulse racing inside her, his heart hammering through her palms, sweat on his brow and tendons straining in his neck. “Mmmhhhaaahhh... ye-yesss... G-g-grace!” he shriek with a shudder, his cock swelling and spurting, rapid-fire jets of cum bursting inside her as he collapsed back, dazed and sucking down air.
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