To Touch the Flame (Wykyd & Nykteus)
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				Title: <strong>To Touch the Flame (Wykyd &amp; Nykteus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 10:17:49</strong>
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				Blaze Kincaid barreled down the corridor of the “Capitalia” hotel on Rigel. She’d been on this stinkin’ asteroid they tried to pass off as a planet for the last 20 hours and it had already been far too long for her. The crew had taken the Moon Witch and headed for a rendezvous in the Destry Quadrant while she arranged to meet with their newest client to collect payment for services rendered. She’d never met the guy, but he seemed to check out. He’d been referred to them by one of her regulars who’d been fairly reliable for the most part, so Blaze had decided it was worth the risk. If she’d known she would have to be here for 3 days, she might have thought differently. <br><br>The hair at the back of her neck prickled eerily as she budged through the crowd on her way to the bar. She made a quick, surreptitious survey of the area. She was certain there were any number of threats to her personal well being within five feet of her currently, but none that seemed immediate. Blaze was nothing if not practical; she’d pissed off a lot of people during her career…it only paid to be a little bit paranoid. <br><br>She ducked into the bar and signaled to the Orange skinned brunette behind the counter. A quick nod ensured that a drink was on its way to her usual table in the far back corner at the back of the stage area. She slipped into the booth and sat with her back in the corner, her eye on the door. Blaze took stock of her situation, noting exits, and where bodies were…just in case things turned ugly. It was always good to be prepared for the worst. The waitress arrived with her drink and Blaze flipped her a gold credit. The girl smiled suggestively and Blaze had to laugh “Sorry sister, not tonight.” The girl looked only slightly disappointed as she shrugged and walked away. Strictly speaking, Blaze preferred the company of men in her bed…but there had been the odd occasion when her tastes ran the other direction. <br><br>Blaze didn’t have to wait long. She recognized the client by her contacts detailed description of the man…pompous, fat, overbearing, and rather effeminate. However, he was followed by a big blonde brute of a man dressed all in black. This had to be the muscle. Blaze sized him up and decided, if worse came to worse, she could always shoot him. She hated to do it in such a public place, but if it had to be…well…<br><br>“I assume you’re Kincaid?” he said as he plopped himself into the chair opposite her.<br><br>“Yeah, and I assume you have my money?” <br><br>“But of course my dear.” A small silver case was laid on the table in front of her and flipped open. Inside lay an assortment of gold and platinum credits. <br><br>Blaze closed the lid and shoved the case back toward the blustery man.<br><br>“Where’s the rest?”<br><br>“That’s all you’re getting.”<br><br>“I’m sorry” she said quietly, sitting forward to lean on the table “I don’t think you understood my question. Now, where the hell’s the rest of my money?”<br><br>“I wasn’t satisfied with your job performance; this is all I will pay.” <br><br>Blaze’s green eyes sparked with silent fury as she stood from behind the table. “I will give you until tomorrow evening to meet me here with the agreed upon amount…” she stepped around the table and stood menacingly over the man “Or I will hunt down your slimy ass and rip your balls out through your throat!” she hissed, her face inches from his. She straightened and turned to leave.<br><br>“I suggest you take what I’ve offered and leave you ungrateful little cunt!” the man spat rudely “You managed to piss off some considerably important people…whom I had to deal with…so you’re lucky to get that!”<br><br>Blaze turned on her heel, a grim smirk on her face and she growled “Oh no fat-man…you are the one who is lucky…lucky I haven’t put a bullet in your head already…but come to think of it…” Blaze pulled her weapon so fast the body guard didn’t have time to react. The muzzle of her blaster sat flush against the greasy man’s forehead “Let me make myself perfectly clear shit-for-brains…if I don’t get ALL of my money tomorrow, there won’t be a speck of dust in this galaxy where you will be safe. Do you understand?”<br><br>The man laughed and snapped his fingers. From out of nowhere a fist slammed into the right side of her face and she stumbled back a few steps. Startled, but not really surprised, she shook off the dizziness and turned to see another large man dressed in black smiling like a trained monkey. Blaze smile through the blood coating her teeth and walked toward the man. He took up a boxing stance and signaled to her to give it her best shot. So she did, a blaster shot right to the left knee. He went down screaming…and all hell broke loose. <br>Her blaster was knocked out of her hands and she didn’t have time to reach for another as she was busy fending off blows from three different directions at once. She thought momentarily that it might not have been the best idea to send her entire crew off at the same time. A foot caught her in the midsection and she doubled over, taking a fist to the chin as she did. She brought her head up sharply underneath the chin of another guy. The black bandana that had been covering her head fell to the floor to reveal the bright copper braid. She spun around kicking another guy in the head as two more came up from behind her. A small thought that she might not make it out of this one began to form in her mind as she caught another guy in the nose. The entire bar had now joined the ruckus…and Blaze laughed heartily as she landed her boot in some poor assholes groin. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Touch the Flame (Wykyd &amp; Nykteus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nykteus</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 12:34:13</strong>
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				The man, for he was between names at the moment, stood at the bar with the determined look of one who was intent on getting drunk and staying that way, come Hell or high water. It was the sort of place where people tended to mind their own business, on account of the fact that a knife in the ribs and a bottle to the head often offended, and he was far from the only brooding hulk staring intently at the screen behind the bar as the tender continued to provide a steady flow of drinks. His particular poison seemed to be synth beer and rotgut that passed for elegant drinking on the damned rock, but he knew he'd had a lot worse in his time.<br><br>When the brawl began he hardly seemed to notice, at least not anymore than he was already calmly eavesdropping on the crowd, he'd gotten used to blocking out mayhem when he was trying to think, and no one in the bar seemed as though they might call in close air support. He would have been quite happy to sit and nurse his drink, smoke one of the foul cigars that were what passed for decent tobacco, and otherwise settle in a nice, deep sulk.<br><br>It might just have been a very uneventful day if one unfortunate soul hadn't been so full of adrenaline and Planet Crackers to try to take a swing at the big bastard. The reaction was so swift that the man had no time to follow it, though this was hardly surprising as the hand that grabbed the back of his head slammed him face first into the bar as the soldier sidestepped the clumsy assault. It didn't require much thought, he simply flicked his cigar expertly into the eye of a man approaching with a knife, following with a short, straight jab that lifted him off the ground.<br><br>Into the thick of the melee he drifted, and as the crowding became closer he began to work more efficiently. All it took to put down most men was acute pain in a sensitive spot, and he was quite adept at making sure that the first strike was a finishing strike. To look at the fight one might have imagined that the participants had spent weeks of choreography training to get it just right, the fluid efficiency with which he crippled and maimed, the way men seemed to position themselves obligingly to get themselves maimed and mauled.<br><br>He spun, catlike, as a bulky blond tried to barrel over him, snapping a kick into the knee that brought a high pitched yelp from the bodyguard's throat as bone shattered. A helping hand caught the man in the chest, lifting him high into the air to hurl him bodily back down onto, and through, a table. He caught sight of the obese man with incongruously thin, delicate hands, drawing a small push pistol, and instinct born on the battlefield responded, twisting the gun up towards the sweat drenched, wobbling chins, the man's eyes widening as the trigger snapped down beneath a huge paw. The rounds bored slender tunnels up through the man's brain, tiny fountains of blood spraying up even as he was discarded without a second thought.<br><br>Snapping around, he hesitated, as he realised that he'd been about to whip the pistol into the head of a rather good looking redhead, and he knew, as soon as she buried a stiletto in his forearm, that he should have paid more attention to the hellcat fury in her eyes than the rather fetching shade of them. He dropped the gun, reaching over with his free hand to yank out the blade, and brought his fist around hard enough to put her down with a minimum of fuss, his scarred knuckles impacting heavily against her ear.<br><br>When Blaze awoke, some considerate soul had managed to find her a bed and some medical attention. Her clothes were neatly folded upon the little metal bedside locker, along with her blaster, although the battery had been removed and neatly stowed for the safety of her physician. The Doctor had tended to her injuries, giving her a dose of painkillers for the inevitable headache, and then stitching her cuts and suturing her split lip, applying a lotion to her bruises that smelled strongly of citrus and woodsmoke. The man himself was sitting in a chair, calmly stitching up the cut in his arm with a needle and thread, a bottle of whiskey waiting for when he was finished.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Touch the Flame (Wykyd &amp; Nykteus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 13:19:46</strong>
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				The last thing she remembered was burying the hilt of her blade into a very large arm; and then the pain that burst through the right side of her face before total blackness consumed her. She'd gone down hard. Her mind struggled up through the darkness, not quite comprehending that she was neither dead nor lying on the barroom floor. She lifted one hand to her head, covering her eyes to keep out the intruding light and thereby diminshing the searing pain that was jabbing her right between the eyes. <br><br>Clearing her brain with a distinct effort, she took mental stock of her current situation. With her eyes closed and most of her other sensed functioning on a base level she determined that she was indeed lying in a fairly decent bed. With alarming speed several things became very clear all at once. First, she was unarmed...this was only a problem because the second thing she took note of was the fact that she was buck naked. She sat up quickly clutching the sheet to her chest, and immediately regretting the move as the room swam in front of her. When her vision steadies and her stomach stopped rebelling, she took a look around. <br><br>Her clothes had been neatly folded and placed on the locker next to the bed with her blaster on top of it. She noticed the battery pack was missing. That didn't bode well for her. She then noticed that someone had tended her wounds. She could feel several spots where fresh stitches had been put in place. The odor of woodsmoke and oranges threatened to overwhelm her. Blaze tucked the sheet around her and clamored to her knees. That's when she saw the large male figure sitting in the chair at the end of the bed. <br><br>"Where the fuck am I and who the fuck are you?" she managed to croak out, staying perfectly still as she attempted to determine how much danger she was really in. Her head hurt something feirce and she was none to happy about her state of undress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Touch the Flame (Wykyd &amp; Nykteus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nykteus</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 22:16:50</strong>
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				With a deft twist he tied off the stitching, inspecting his work with a brief glance, as though the question Blaze posed had gone completely unheeded. He rose, picking up the bottle of amber liquid by the neck, and reached into a small cabinet to take out two battered tin cups as he walked towards the bedside locker. "I am your fucking doctor, and this is my fucking room." He spoke in a quiet, relaxed manner that seemed rather at odds with his words, as he set down the two cups, twisted the cap off the bottle and poured out two generous measures of whiskey. It was rather good stuff, patiently hoarded for a special occasion worthy of that rich, heady silkiness, but he felt as though he might as well break it out. It wasn't wise to always wait too long for an opportunity to come up, although he considered that his patient might prove to be quite special with a bit of coaxing.<br><br>When he had tended to the woman he had been strictly professional, taking no more interest in her body than he would a corpse, just patching and fixing her up as best he could. Now that she was back to life and out of his care, he could let his thoughts roam over those full, firm breasts and a rather pretty little behind that looked good enough to nibble. "Drink up." Bright blue eyes peered down into hers, one of those large hands rising to the side of her face, brushing back her hair with delicacy that one might not have imagined those big, scarred fingers capable of. He examined the bruising left by his blow, clucking his tongue pensively.<br><br>"You always in the habit of stabbing innocent bystanders?" It was a testament to his capacity for deceit that he was able to refer to himself as innocent with a straight face, as though he hadn't developed a knack for appearing as intimidating as a man could be without riding on a rabid tiger. The only mark he bore from the brawl that had left several dead and dozens crippled was from her stab, and if she'd been a man that stiletto would have ended up in her eye before she'd had a chance to stick him in the arm.
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				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 23:19:33</strong>
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				Blaze eyed the large, unfamiliar man wearily as he rose and moved about the small room. Her mouth began to water as she recognized the bottle he held in his hands. She fought the overwhelming urge to bolt as he approached and handed her the tin cup. The aroma of the amber liquid caused an immediate reaction. His voice was deep and gravely as he spoke quietly. Her doctor? She didn't have a doctor? What the hell would she need one for anyway? And then it dawned on her...he'd undressed her. Normally this wouldn't have been a problem - after all, she'd been to more than one medical professional in her life - but there was a niggling suspicion floating around in the back of her foggy memory that she couldn't shake. Something about him...<br><br>The intensity in his blue eyes was jolting. There was a lot more going on in that head of his than she currently coud decipher. Blaze flinched imperceptibly as one large hand came up to stroke her hair with surprising delicacy. A slight shiver ran down her spine and for some unexplicable reason, there was a tightening in her nether regions. She quickly downed the whiskey, savoring the sweet burn and trying to drown the unfamiliar draw he seemed to be evoking in her. <br><br><strong>"You always in the habit of stabbing innocent bystanders?"</strong><br><br>Suddenly she remembered the fist that had struck her in the right side of her head just before blackness took over. It was his hand that had dealt that crushing blow, she was certain of it. Fury exploded in her eyes as she jumped - still clutching the sheet to her naked form -&nbsp; to her feet on the opposite side of the bed from where he stood. Her entire body tense and ready to kill. "You're the rat-bastard-son-of-a-bitch that knocked me cold!" she hissed in accusation throwing the tin cup at him viciously. She was fiercly glad she'd stabbed him and wished she'd gotten in a more injurous blow. "Innocent bystander my great aunt Tilly!" her voice rose in anger as she continued to rant "I should have cut your blackguard heart out! I wish I'd stabbed you in your useless cock you whoremongering piece of shit!" she sounded almost hysterical. She wasn't afraid of him, persay, but she was suddenly uncomfortable with the fact that this man had seen her completely naked. It was a vulnerable feeling...and she hated being vulnerable with every fiber of her being. The fact that he was incredibly attractive and that she found her self slipping into visions of their naked bodies rolling around together didn't sit well with her either. <br><br>Blaze reached for her blaster, the fact that the battery pack was missing escaping her in her tirade, and aimed it at him. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blow your fucking head to kingdom come?" she hissed through clenched teeth.
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				Post by: <strong>Nykteus</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 23:46:11</strong>
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				He was a big man, the close confines of the quarters made him seem all the larger, and standing there with his torso bared it was not difficult to see that all that bulk was bone and muscle, as though he had been sculpted rather than grown. The shirt he had worn was neatly folded on the table, out of the way of blood or creasing as he had stitched his arm, and without it the dark tattoos that twined along his powerful arms up to that broad chest ands stood out starkly in even the dim light. He snatched the cup out of the air with all the ease of a child catching a ball, his head tilting ever so slightly to one side, a faint smile creasing his lips as he listened to the tirade.<br><br>His gaze moved to the muzzle of the blaster as he considered the question, although he did not look like the sort of man facing a painful death down the barrel of a gun in the hands of a hysterical woman. When he did reach a decision he moved faster than even one as twitchy as Blaze would expect such a hulk to be able to, the celerity he displayed allowing him to bound over the bed from a standing jump, pouncing on the woman with admirable grace, even if his approach only meant more violence.<br><br>The flat of his palm caught her on the cheek as his other hand caught her gun, and by the time she registered the blow pieces of her expertly disassembled weapon were falling to the floor. She was good, he'd give her that, but he was a genuine killing machine, made at a time when there was more than enough resources and expertise to produce a virtually perfect product. His forearm was pressed to her throat, the stiletto she had given him earlier held in his fist so that the blade pointed back along his arm. The pressure kept the blade pressed just tightly enough to her flesh to discourage further misbehaviour without risking unnecessary damage. "Woman, that's the third time over you owe me your life." The voice was almost inhuman, more a modulated growl than true speech.<br><br>"Give me one good reason not to collect."
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				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 01:02:27</strong>
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				Blaze felt the sting on her cheek before she even realized he'd moved. Fuck! Her mind screamed. He was good. That was a problem. She heard the last pieces of her weapon falling to the floor as he pressed her naked back into the cold metal wall. Her arms were pinned by his rock hard body, trapping her between him and the wall. She couldn't move, the sheet tangling around her legs to effectively render her helpless. She struggled uselessly as she felt his arm press harder into her throat and the edge of the knife blade against her skin. <br><br>The inhuman growl that issued from deep in his throat stopped her mid struggle. An erotic shiver ran heatedly through her veins...and she wanted to rip his heart out and feed it to him...even as she envisioned him throwing her to the bed and having his way with her. It was an odd thing for her to think about and it rocked her to her core. Not that Blaze didn't like sex, but she wasn't in the habit of jumping the bones of every phsychotic that crossed her path. And yet...<br><br>The feel of his body pressed against hers with nothing more than a sheet between them was a little more distracting than Blaze would have liked. She could feel the heat and the muscle. Every sinew in his well sculpted form was conspiring against her well constructed walls of protection. It had been an awfully long time since she'd had a man as dominant as this one as close to her naked form as he was...and it was truly fucking with her equilibrium. The belt of whiskey wasn't helping either she realized as she felt the heat between her legs and her pert nipples hardened against his bare chest. <br><br>She swallowed hard against the obstruction of his arm, her green eyes sparking murderously.<br><br>"Try and collect slime ball...and I will take exceeding pleasure in returning the favor..." she hissed through clenced teeth "Painfully!" she added as she spat in his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Touch the Flame (Wykyd &amp; Nykteus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nykteus</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 01:45:06</strong>
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				There was a reason that the man hadn't simply snapped Blaze's neck and stuffed her corpse behind the maintenance hatch, but for the life of him he couldn't think why, which was probably what saved the life of her. His hand rose to wipe the spittle from his cheek, his bright gaze never leaving hers as the blade at her throat vanished, replaced by a strong hand that held her just firmly enough to suggest that there was strength there to kill her without the least exertion, and it was not for nothing that his thumb rested right over her windpipe. For her benefit he calmly pushed the stiletto up to the hilt into the ceramic wall as though it was made of paper, the muscles in his arms shifting beautifully in the light, though they hardly strained as one might expect of such a feat of strength. His fingers fell slowly from the hilt, twining into her thick red tresses for a firm hold.<br><br>"That I'd like to see." He pressed to her suddenly, the hand in her hair tightening as he pressed his lips to hers in a hungry kiss, tugging lightly on that wild mane to tilt her head back to allow him to dip his tongue into her mouth more easily. She tasted of blood and whiskey, which complemented the flavour of her flesh delightfully, drawing an eager growl from him as his hand fell from her throat to cup one of those perfect breasts. His hand was large enough to accomodate even her bountiful flesh easily, kneading with an expert touch as he caught the erect nipple between thumb and forefinger to twist and pinch lightly.<br><br>He drew back from the kiss with a deep sigh and a satisfied grin, freeing her hair to slide a hand down along her back to cup her pert rear, giving it a rather appreciative squeeze as he looked down into her face. "I could throw you down and fuck you, but how's about I be civilised and offer you a drink instead?"
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				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 02:48:38</strong>
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				Blaze gasped slightly as his arm was replaced rather quickly with his very large hand. She tried to swallow against the obstruction of his thumb on her windpipe. Anger seethed in her veins...along with a surprising current of erotic pleasure. Lust and rage liquified the intense green of her eyes as she caught sight of his muscles when he plunged the knife into the wall. And then his fingers were entwined in her hair. A shiver ran down her spine. <br><br>Before she could respond his mouth was claiming hers in a seering kiss that caused goose bumps to rise on her skin. Her stomach felt strangely queasy. She tried to struggle against him, but her had pressed her further into the wall. Blaze would have bit him but for the fingers that were controlling her head. He smelled of cigar smoke, whiskey and man. She found herself hesitantly returning his kiss. The animalistic growl issued from his throat caused a small cry of pleasure from hers. His hands were like flmaes on her skin, burning her through the sheer covering of the sheet. Molten heat washed through her as his large hand kneaded her ample flesh. A moan of sheer lust tore from her as her taut nipple was assaulted by his fingers. <br><br>She took in a huge swallow of air as he pulled away from her, allowing her respite enough to breath. Her neck suddenly weak as his hand left her tresses and fell to her exposed ass. Blaze's eyes flew open as his large hand squeezed her flesh, her pulse quickening at the heat in his blue eyes.&nbsp; Her breath caught in her throat at his words and she quickly decided her best course of action at this point was to get him as far away from her as possible and regain control of her addled wits. "A drink" she hissed grudgingly, turning her face away from his alluring gaze. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Touch the Flame (Wykyd &amp; Nykteus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nykteus</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 00:38:17</strong>
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				The answer was rewarded with a bright grin, though he managed to stifle the chuckle that wanted to follow, and for all the aggravation there were a few aspects of her character that almost made up for her being a crazy bitch. He turned straight away from her, picking up the folded shirt as he took the long way around the bed, pulling it on before he reached the whiskey. Her hastily discarded cup had been left on the table, which might have been more impressive had he been in genuine danger of being shot.<br><br>"I do prefer to turn to civility when I can." He poured two generous measures, jamming back in the cork before he reached across to offer her the drink. Reclining on the bed, he crossed his feet and placed his free arm behind his head, settling into a comfortable position from which to watch his patient. "Do you always attack good Samaritans? And abuse very good whiskey?" She was rather pleasing on the eye, but watching her slam back well aged ambrosia like cheap rotgut was a little more than he felt that even he could bear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Touch the Flame (Wykyd &amp; Nykteus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 01:44:16</strong>
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				Blaze was heartily glad that she had turned her head so that he was entirely in her blind spot on her right side. Normally this was not a spot she wanted anyone in, much less a potential enemy, but she'd already gotten a glimpse of his form and - tempting as it was - she was keenly aware of how he was currently affecting her. She was becoming more and more uncomfortable - and thus, a little unstable. She breathed deeply several times, her eyes fixed calmly on a burn hole in the floor. She was aware of every move he made...and was somehow disapointed when he dragged a shirt over his head. Although, she admitted with a distracted shrug, it did nothing to detract from his chiseled physique. It occured to her that she was staring at him with some kind of admiration. The way he moved was sheer art. Smooth, accurate, poetic in it's subtle ferocity. This man was a trained killer. And he was damned good at his job, instincts like hers never lied...and currently they screamed DANGER!!<br><br>The deep smoothness of his voice disturbed her equilibrium. It was the voice of a commander. The voice of a man who took charge. Suddenly it all became quite clear. Blaze's mind snapped from the sheer ridiculousness of her thoughts. This was a game. Who was in charge - she or her frenemy. She smirked dangerously carefully plotting her next move as she smoothly kicked the sheets from around her ankles, clearing her feet for free movement. With one hand she reached behind her back, and gathered the sheet tightly around her figure, thus freeing her other to accept the tin cup. Appreciation lit her eyes as he stretched his well shaped frame out on the bed. Blaze sauntered slowly to the chair he had previously occupied. <br><br>With great care, she lowered her frame to the seat. Every inch the regal princess as she glared at him with feral interest. "I appologize profusely for my disdainful actions Mon chere." she purred with delicate precision. She closed her eyes as she lifted the cup to her smirking lips. She drew a deep breath through her nose, appreciatiing the heady fragrance of the delicate liquid. Her lips spread delicately and she drew the intoxicating liquid over her tongue carressingly. Savoring the velvet smoothness of the texture she let it slip lovingly down her throat, welcoming the comfortable and familiar bite. Accepting it's warmth and allowing it to spread through her veins. Her skin colored prettily as the warmth spread. "You have excellent taste." Her pink tongue slid delicately over her bottom lip, savoring the taste of the ambrosia on her skin. She sat back in the corner of the chair, her legs crossed beneath the sheet, seemingly relaxed and yet somehow completely on guard. Her voice a velvet carress as she smiled seductively, her eyes shimmering as she took another appreciative swallow and offered as appology "I commend your choice, Doctor." She raised her cup in salute and ran her now free hand through her unruly curls. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Touch the Flame (Wykyd &amp; Nykteus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nykteus</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 17:13:52</strong>
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				The change in pace was hardly surprising, the woman was definitely impulsive if not insane and that excused a certain amount of emotional acrobatics. Besides that, he was hardly going to complain if she went out of her way to appear friendly and alluring, even though he was not about to drop his guard around her. To have been killed because he wasn't prepared to be suspicious of a woman would have made him drop dead of shame. "Thank you. I do try to show a little discretion in what I pick up on my travels." Women included, and while he'd occasionally had pause to regret a few of the girls he had run into, this one was certainly out to put herself at the top of the list. Most of the women he'd met had the decency to sleep with him before they tried to kill him.<br><br>"Don't go thinking you've got me with the pussycat act." He drained his mug, but in a slow, steady draught of a man wanting to savour his drink without wasting too much time. There was something puzzling him, and he hated a mystery more than he hated being knifed. "You've stopped trying to kill me because you can't." Grinning, he let his gaze sweep over the figure she presented, and he did have to admit to himself that he was rather tempted. "You'll have to do a hell of a lot more than batting your eyelashes to get into my good graces." That set off a few mental images he had planned to leave for a particularly lonely and boring afternoon, but, were it not for a modicum of professional pride, he'd have probably taken advantage of her current vulnerability in a more carnal manner.<br><br>"You could start by telling me what started the bar fight." He rose, a tad reluctantly, bringing the bottle along as he walked towards her. There wasn't much need to ask if she wanted a refill, he uncorked it and poured two measures, setting the bottle down with a look towards her that hopefully conveyed how annoyed her would be if she wasted the whiskey trying to brain him with it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Touch the Flame (Wykyd &amp; Nykteus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 20:54:42</strong>
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				Rage seethed beneath the exterior of calm Blaze was trying desperately to pull off. Her first impulse was to simply attack and kill this arrogant asshole...or, more likely, die trying. This entire mission had gone to hell from the very beginning and Blaze wasn't fond of fucking up. Not only had the job been messy and taken extra work, she'd had a run-in with the authorities, lost a valuable crew member, took damage to her ship, and was now pretty certain she'd lost her pay. None of this sat very well with Blaze in the first place, and now this asshole was fucking with her mental ballance. The fact that she found herself physically drawn to him for some unknown reason was giving her serious issue. She didn't like that her libido was the only thing keeping her from following what she knew was the safest path. It took everything in her to keep from jumping out of that chair and snapping his neck as he called her on her own act. She couldn't blame him, she knew she was being a bit obvious; but his response disturbed her on a very deep level. Blaze wasn't used to being so easily dismissed - or having her actions so clearly seen through - by men once she turned on the charm. This one was different. <br><br>She almost lost it when that self satisfied grin spread across his face as he threw the fact that even she realized her own inability to take his ass out - at least by conventional means - in her face. His brash statement about getting into his good graces caused her blood to boil. Although, if she were honest, the statement conjured up some rather erotic visions in her mind's eye of just <em>how</em> she could get into those graces...and just how good it would be. There was no reason for her to need any sexual outlet, after all...she had Arch to scratch that itch when she needed it, but this guy was different. Blaze wasn't in the habit of sharing her favors with every man that crossed her path. More often than naught...most of them either ended up dead, or disappointed. Blaze was incredibly discerning in her choice of sexual partners...usually choosing ones she knew she could control, or whom she knew would willingly give her the upper hand. It suddenly struck her that this was the precise reason why Doc presented such a danger to her. He wouldn't so easily relinquish control of any situation, much less a sexual one. The revelation did little to change her stance. This guy was a danger to her person, in more ways than she cared to admit, which meant only one thing...she would never give in. <br><br>She looked up as he poured her another round, not dropping the seductive smirk that played at her lips. A warm tingling had begun to spread from her core and inched along her limbs. She felt herself relaxing slightly. She caught his look of warning as he sat the bottle down and she laughed lightly. She was no fool, she knew how hard really good whiskey was to come by, and his head wasn't worth the effort. She idly swung her leg back and forth under the sheet, grinning wickedly as she purred "And what makes you think I want to be in your good graces...Doc?" she ignored his request for information...attempting to avoid the subject altogether. It wasn't her best ploy, she knew, but the effects of the alcohol were beginning to kick in. She slowly savored the taste of the whiskey, dragging one long, slender finger across her exposed collar bone. She was beginning to feel very warm. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Touch the Flame (Wykyd &amp; Nykteus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nykteus</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 23:23:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Peering down at the woman, he wondered just how she had ended up in that bar, and what made her quite so confident. He was used to bravado, but she genuinely seemed to have rewritten her own perception of reality to cast herself in a rather more important light, and managed to survive despite it. "I don't know, perhaps you might find that I can be quite obliging to people I like." Which was true, in theory, he rarely met anyone that he actually liked and even then he would do whatever was necessary, putting those who considered themselves to be his friends in rather perilous positions. It wasn't out of a tendency to duplicity, he was simply more practical than the dictates of civilian loyalty would allow for.<br><br>He followed the path of her finger across her chest, and decided that it would be best to remind her of the relative inefficiency of her methods, although this required him to make at least a small concession. His hand cupped her cheek, tilting her head back a little so that he could look her squarely in the eye, his thumb brushing over her lips as he considered just what he would do to her. Curling his fingers into her hair, he drew her up, tearing away the sheet she wore as protection. His arm encircled her waist, taking her into a tight embrace as he took her lips, lifting her up to perch on the edge of the table. It was a fierce kiss, not violent but far from gentle, strong fingers kneading the back of her neck as the other hand played lightly up and down her spine.<br><br>When he freed her, at last, even he needed a breath, scarlet tongue flicking out to gather the taste of her from his lips. "I can be very nice, given half a chance." He smiled, rather enjoying the close proximity to her, nuzzling at her jaw as he dragged his hand away from her to pull his own shirt up and over his head.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Touch the Flame (Wykyd &amp; Nykteus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 01:38:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The alcohol was beginning to affect her judgement. His words bringing a mischevious twinkle to her green eyes. The images of him 'being obliging' caused her pulse to quicken. She'd finished off her third shot of whiskey while he stood contemplating her actions. His hand on her cheek felt warm and strong, she liked the way it felt. She looked him squarely in the eye as he tipped her head back and she was intrigued by what she saw. His eyes were mesmerizing. She felt the rough pad of his thumb slide against her lips and enjoyed the erotic, tingling warmth it evoked. <br><br>Obviously the whiskey was better than she had given credit. Her reaction time severely hampered by her inebriated state, she was fully unprepared when his fingers curled in her hair and he pulled her to her feet. By the time she thought to protest, he'd torn away the sheet protecting her modesty and his arms circled her waist, pulling her tight against his hard frame. Her head swam with the sensations of his strength and power. How long had it been since she'd let a man actually take her? How long had it been since she'd found one worthy enough to do so? Not since the one that destroyed her had she found a man that evoked the powerful need this virtual stranger was currently making her feel. This beyond all terrified her.<br><br>His mouth claimed hers in a kiss that shook her to her core. It wasn't forceful or demanding...but the message was clear...he would be the one in command here. She barely noticed when he lifted her to the table. Blaze's mind struggled through the vale of alcohol, trying to demand that she fight back...but to her chagrin, she found the ministrations of his mouth quite enjoyable. His taste was intoxicating and the fingers playing up and down her spine were driving her desire to a point beyond her control. The moment his lips parted from hers, she felt the loss keenly. A small gasp issued from her as she felt his voice rumble through her. His breath was hot on her skin as he nuzzled her neck the effect of which was like a thousand little lightening bolts skimming across her skin. She watched in admiration of his form as he dragged his shirt over his head. Her fingers itched to reach out and touch those finely sculpted muscles...pride kept her from doing so. <br><br>Blaze waited on tenterhooks for his next move, one corner of her lovely lower lip caught between her teeth; her green eyes lit with the war raging inside her. Desire and lust battled with uncertainty and self doubt...it was as close to vulnerable as he would ever see her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Touch the Flame (Wykyd &amp; Nykteus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nykteus</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 03:50:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He pressed closer to Blaze, planting his hands on the table at each side of her hips as he forced her to lean backwards along with him, and it was no coincidence that this change in position brought those ample breasts to nestle against him. He took advantage of her inaction, curling an arm around her waist to pull her a little closer, until the only thing between their hips was the fabric of his pants, strained against the length of flesh yearning to get free even as it was trapped between their bodies. He kissed her, if only to distract her from the inevitable consequences of such close proximity, but his intentions were hardly a mystery. She tasted of whiskey and woman, which was just what he needed to wash away his cares, and the heat of her body was rather soothing against his bared flesh.<br><br>He slipped a hand beneath her, admiring the way her behind nestled comfortably into his touch as he lifted her into his arms, pushing her up into that hungry kiss. The tip of his tongue danced teasingly her own, coaxing her along even as he claimed her mouth, his teeth nipping lightly at her lips between little sighs of pleasure. She might well have been as dangerous as juggling live explosives, but she did provide that same wicked thrill, and he was hardly a man to shy from danger. He tried to focus past the feeling of her sitting quite so invitingly in his hands, for it was inevitable that he would need both to knead those soft cheeks, and he managed to turn and takea step just far enough for her to fall back onto the bed as he bore down on her.<br><br>Though his heart was attempting to get up to racing speed, he controlled his breathing carefully, letting a languid sigh caress her lips as he broke the kiss, instead of panting heavily as his body would have preferred. Without ceasing in the adoring massage he lavished upon her shapely hips, he shuffled down, kneeling at the side of the bed to bring his head over her chest, the corners of his lips twisting up into a broad smirk as he took a moment to admire the bounty on offer. It was a slow, delicate kiss that followed, the tip of his tongue grazing over the erect tip of her breast, teeth following lazily to catch the pert flesh. He was careful to apply only the right pressure to catch her attention, holding the aching tip in his mouth as he alternated between tugging and nibbling, and suckling greedily.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Touch the Flame (Wykyd &amp; Nykteus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 22:17:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her heart raced as he planted his hand's on either side of her ass. Blaze's skin flushed as heat flooded her body at his nearness. Her eyes never left his face as he leaned into her and she was forced to respond in kind. She felt her already stimulated nipples grow taught as they came into contact with his chest, the contact unbearably erotic. It was enough of a distraction that she barely noticed his arm snaking around her waist. It wasn't until she was jerked forward and she felt the press of his manhood at the juncture of her heated sex that she realized what he'd done. Somewhere deep in her alcohol clouded brain her senses screamed "DANGER!!", but her flesh...for the moment...was refusing to listen. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist and her hands tangled in his hair as his lips claimed hers in another jarring kiss.<br><br>She was surprised to realize that she liked the way his hands felt as they slid beneath her rounded flesh. They were large, strong hands that apparently knew exactly how to touch her. She clung to his frame, locking her ankles, as he lifted her from the desk. She savored the taste of the fine whiskey on his tongue as it teased and tempted hers. She returned his kiss with equal demand, tugging gently on his hair. She caught his lower lip between her teeth and sucked gently, her tongue dancing across the surface before releasing it to kiss him deeply. What the fuck? She was drunk...he was willing, and attractive, and damned fine kisser...she figured she'd never see him again anyway, why not go with it. She moaned softly with pleasure as they fell to the bed and she felt his weight bear down upon her. <br><br>Her skin was on fire. Everywhere he touched tingled with erotic sensation. The rythmic massage of his hands on her hips had them dancing beneath his ministration. As his lips left hers, she opened her eyes to look at him. She watched the smirk spread across his face as he looked at her and was about to make a smart ass remark when she felt his lips on her sexually stimulated nipple. The slow, methodical kiss, followed by the excruciately sensual assault of his tongue and teeth stretched the sexual tension in her body to an intolerable level. As he caught her nipple between her teeth, her back arched, pushing her breast further into the torture. A low growl of erotically tortured pleasure tore from her throat and her hands grabbed at the back of his head, tangling in his hair, in an attempt to stop the torture...or perhaps to prolong it, she wasn't sure which at this point. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Touch the Flame (Wykyd &amp; Nykteus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nykteus</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 02:32:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				All things considered, he had been rewarded rather well for rescuing the woman from the brawl and tending to her wounds, even accounting for compensation for her stabbing him in the arm, and with what was left over he felt that she was entitled to excellent after care. He might not have been quite so attentive if he was just patching up a grunt, but for some reason it was easy to focus his attentions upon the rather fine specimen of the female form urging on him. She was really quite a find, although he was finding it difficult to shift his focus away from the soft flesh occupying his mouth.<br><br>His hands rose, taking her wrists in his own, forcing her arms down to the bed as his head rose, his lips seeking her own in a kiss driven by their shared hunger. He shifted his weight with care as he pressed his chest to hers, moving both of her wrists to one hand, holding her arms over her head, his freed hand moving to cover the breast so recently abandoned by his mouth, pinching the pert nipple as he kneaded the soft mound. It was probably cruelty to tease her so, but she did seem to be enjoying herself, and soon her hands were freed as he found himself unable to resist the desire to give her lovely behind just another playful squeeze, his palm flattening against her skin as his touch ran up along her side. There was a certain need that he was growing intimately aware of, although more from the uncomfortable tightness of his pants than any conscious thought.<br><br>Though he felt strangely disorientated for a moment as he pulled away from her, managing to rise to his feet despite his worst intentions, he soon recovered, reaching down to take a handful of her hair to make her sit up on the edge of the bed. He was somewhat obliging, unbuckling his belt and unfastening the pants for her convenience, although he was careful not to spoil her surprise. His fingers burrowed into her thick mane, the insistent look in his eyes all the encouragement he expected her to need.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Touch the Flame (Wykyd &amp; Nykteus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 08:35:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She struggled briefly as he captured her wrists and held them captive. She yeilded slightly as his lips claimed hers once more. Blaze felt his weight shift over her and tensed as she felt herself pinned by his strength. A glimmer of admiration shone somewhere deep within her psyche as she braced against his imprisonment. Her pride rebelling at his easy dominance while her flesh eagerly sought his touch, submitting wantonly as his hands seemed to be everywhere at once. Apparently her libido had taken her seriously when she'd decided to enjoy it while it lasted. Now she had little choice but to succumb to the heat building inside her. <br><br>A jolt of erotic pleasure caused her body to arch into his as those nimble fingers toyed with her sexually charged nipple. The ease with which he currently found the exact niches in her armour was alarming...and somehow unsurprising. Small sounds of pleasure escaped her as his hands plyed her flesh. The heat within her core driving her toward submission. She gasped as his fingers dug softly into her rounded bottom, shiverring with erotic anticipation as his hands marked her skin with the heat of his touch. Her tongue danced along his bottom lip teasingly as she returned his kiss with abandoned desire. <br><br>Blaze gasped for air, her eyes shooting open suspiciously as he pulled away from her. Her hands tangled in the bed linens as she watched him rise to his feet. His hand grabbing her hair caused an inate reaction to struggle. She quelled it with some difficulty as she followed his unspoken command and sat up on the bed, scootching herself to the edge at his gently firm urging. She watched in angry fascination as he unbuckled his belt; cursing her own curiosity as he unzipped his pants. As he tilted her head back by her hair she stared defiantly back at him for a moment. His desire obvious in his smoldering eyes. A battle raged within her between her pride and her undying curiosity. She was tempted to deny him...but she had to admit...she didn't really want to. <br><br>The look in her eyes shifted to one of equal intensity as her fingers curled in the waist band of his pants and pulled them down over his hips, letting them drop to the floor. The tip of her pink tongue darting out to moisten her full lips as she was confronted by his rock hard erection. Her eyes widening slightly in delighted surprise as she noticed his size. Her nipples tightened with desire as she gave herself over to the impulse of her need. She wrapped one slender hand gently around his swollen shaft and licked the tip of his cock before pursing her lips and blowing gently where she had licked...waiting for his reaction.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Touch the Flame (Wykyd &amp; Nykteus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nykteus</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 23:22:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The pants were quickly kicked away, the last few clothes he wore. He always preferred to dress light when relaxing, he even tended to go barefoot in the privacy of his own quarters, out of old habit. The shock of that first touch upon his long suffering flesh drew a slightly surprised gasp from his throat, the sound becoming a low growl as be bit down upon his lower lip, stifling the most of the sound. It was not that he felt a need to deny her any encouragement, he simply had as much a desire to tease as she did. "You can do better than that." His long fingers combed through her hair, teasing through the soft strands while his fingertips brushed over her head in a strong, meandering touch. It was meant to be a soothing gesture, but he quite enjoyed the feel of it, that soft thickness against the roughness of his hands.<br><br>As a sign of encouragement he moved to sit beside her on the edge of the bed, maintaining his hold on her hair the entire time. He calmly drew her head down into his lap, his free hand running down along the line of her spine, fingers fanning out as they reached her pert behind. He gave the proferred hips a gentle squeeze, followed by a firm smack. It was probably not his wisest course of action to get involved with such a mad woman, but he had made a firm resolution to have a bit of fun with her, pump her for information, and then make a swift, stealthy getaway while she was sleeping off her satisfaction. He had enough money to get him a little further along his way without making any riskier transactions, and he'd already considered quite a few ways to add to his score.<br><br>Coming back to himself, just in time, it seemed, he pulled Blaze back up towards him, sliding his hands down along her back to cup her ample hips as he turned towards the middle of the bed. Drawing her hips towards him, he laid her back on the tousled sheets, shifting his weight onto his arms, hands spread out to either side of her shoulders as he took his place between her thighs. He was in no mood for any further misbehaviour, though he was not at all in a hurry, despite the intensity of his passion. His lips ground against hers as he pressed into a kiss as fierce as the touch that pulled her pale, slender legs to encircle his waist.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Touch the Flame (Wykyd &amp; Nykteus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 03:16:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Blaze smiled darkly at the low growl he tried to stifle. His strong fingers felt strangely comforting as they stroked through her toussled masses of curls. His husky voice sending a thrill through her blood. <br><br>Though she was slightly surprised when he sat on the bed next to her, she didn't struggle as he firmly but gently urged her head toward his lap. She shivered slightly as his large hand rand down her back, wincing slightly as he slapped her behind. Before she had a chance to continue her ministrations, he was pulling her back up towards him. <br><br>If she gave herself any time to think about her actions, she would have high taled it out of there as soon as she could. This man was dangerous. Her body responded to him in ways beyond her control. His touch elicited reactions that surprised even her and...had she analyzed them...scared her to death. He was strong and sure, his movements calculated and practiced. Moves made with the knowledge that they would bring about surrender of an enemy...or a reluctant lover. At that moment in time, she wanted nothing more than to enjoy the feeling of their bodies entwined in heated passion. Her libido finally won out. She was fully and completely in the moment for the very first time in a long time...and she was allowing herself to enjoy the heat that was building between them. <br><br>When he turned and laid her back on the bed, she was ready to welcome him. When his mouth claimed hers with fierce passion, she gave over to the waves of erotic pleasure that coursed through her. His touch sparking a flame deep inside her core as he pulled her legs around her waist. She returned his kiss with a demanding passion of her own, one that bespoke of need beyond this moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Touch the Flame (Wykyd &amp; Nykteus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nykteus</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 01:34:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The kiss broke slowly, his white teeth catching her lower lip, dragging them slowly across her flesh as he lifted his head, peering down into her eyes with a heavy lidded gaze of his own. With a soft sigh he brushed his lips over her cheek, lapping softly while descending across her throat to nibble upon her earlobe. His voice was a gruff whisper as his hips shifted just a little for rather obvious reasons. "I'd ask if you knew how fucking gorgeous you are ..." With a broadening grin, he reached down to grab her wrist, guiding her hands to encircle his cock so that she could lend him a little guidance as he moved, his hands placed at either side of her head as those strong hips rose, and began to descend in a slow arc that would bring that quivering length to the wet lips of her sex, and deep inside. She was well prepared, and he moved slowly but steadily as he plunged into her, with a grunt of satisfied dominance. "But I think you know, don't you?"<br><br>His breath was a gentle caress across her throat as he drew his gaze back to hers, peering into her eyes for some sign that she was ready as he moved, tugging himself back out of her firm hold, no longer trying to hide the soft sounds that rose as he set to his duty. Slowly raising himself up straight, he took a hold of her hips to draw her towards his lap, peering down at the rather alluring creature beneath him. Blaze had gone a long way towards repaying him for the stab in the arm and the time and effort he had devoted to tending to her injuries, although he was just enough of a hypocrite to ignore the rather amusing brawl and the unearned sum of credits resting just out of sight. He ran his hands up along her sides, trusting her to take care of her own part of the dance as his hands rested upon her voluptuous breasts, admiring the soft ripples that ran through her flesh with each thrust.<br><br>Soon settling into the motion, he leaned forwards, letting his weight rest upon Blaze's chest, partly because she seemed well able to bear it, partly because he could not bear to bring himself to stop teasing her ample bossom. Rough fingers tugged upon her erect nipples to draw a cry from that sensuous pouting of her lips, even as his body struck against hers, stoking the flames of her passion with each heavy stroke.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Touch the Flame (Wykyd &amp; Nykteus)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 06:19:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Blaze was amazed at how delicious this man felt. Once she'd given in to the decision to enjoy this encounter for what it was, the holds on her passion were put aside. Riding the shiver of erotic desire that shook her as his teeth nibbled at her earlobe and his gruff voice reached beyond her inebriated haze. She laughed lightly at his assessment of her beauty. He was right, she'd known since she was a small child that her looks garnered her many things she would not normally be priviledged to. It was a tool she had learned to use with great skill...and deadly accuracy. It was also a skill she despised and rarely relied on. She offered no resistence as his fingers closed around her wrist and guided it to his engorged member. The tip of her crimson tongue snaked out to drag erotically across her lips as she closed her slender fingers around the massive girth of his shaft. A titilating excitement made her pulse quicken as she slowly stroked the stiffened flesh. As he positioned himself at the entrance of her waiting sex, her hands found their way to his muscular hips. Her fingers danced over the rigid flesh of his ass digging in as she felt the length of him drive into her with exquisite precision. <br><br>He stared deeply into her green eyes as they flashed with molten desire. The lush walls of her heated sex flexing around the thickness of his shaft, squeezing and milking as he pumped his manhood into her. As he rose above her she drug her nails sensually up his back and around his rib cage where they danced over his own erect nipples. She delighted in the gutteral sounds of pleasure she could hear coming from deep in his chest. She arched her back with cat like grace as his gaze swept appreciatively over her naked form. A soft moan of pleasure escaped her as his hands carressed her flesh, creating a path of heat that caused her own rosy nipples to pucker and tighten with anticipation. An excited gasp tore from her as his strong hands kneaded her supple mounds, his rough palms dragging over her sensitive peaks sending shockwaves of sensations dancing along her nerves. <br><br>As his weight came forward, pressing her into the mattress, she adjusted his hips to allow deeper penetration. A low groan came from deep in her throat as she felt his length fill her. Her own sex stretching to accomodate the thickness of his bulging cock. Blood rushed to her clit as it came into contact with his stomach. She bucked as the reprecussive shockwaves of desire pulsed through her. His fingers set an erotic tone of tugging and pulling as he rolled her taught buds between his digits. A yearning built deep inside her as their rythms began to sync and his body rocked hers with each pounding stroke. The heat from her excited nipples travelled to meet with the heat building from the core of her sex, stoking the flames of her desire until she was writhing beneath him in submissive lust; reaching for that elusive end that was buidling to maddening heights.
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