~The Fine Line~ {Jecht}
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				Title: <strong>~The Fine Line~ {Jecht}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 10:39:13</strong>
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				"Aros" Mumbling softly in response to his question.<br><br>Diandra opened her eyes slowly, unaware that she said anything. Not sure what woke her. That was strange. She did not talk in her sleep. Did not repsond to anything while she slept. Years of training had brought her body under perfect control. In the early morning light she could make out her lover's face. Blinking a couple of times and tried to read the expression in his eyes. It was not a look she was sure she had ever seen on his face. <br><br>“hey luv....” <br><br>The sleep finally starting to clear her mind she realized that he should be laying down in bed with her. Looking at him she can see he is kneeling down beside her side of the bed. Suspiciously she looked around the room almost expecting to see trouble. Finding nothing. <br><br>“Whats going on? Have you been up long?” <br><br>For a moment she stretched her body, feeling all the aches and bruises. It was no surprise that her body hurt. She had spent the last three days training harder than she could ever remember in the last three years. On top of that each time he had literally fucked her brains out as soon as they got the door of their room shut. This was the first morning she had truly noticed the soreness and her body slow to act. <br><br>“I think I am a little sore.... Nothing that won't heal in a couple of days...” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~The Fine Line~ {Jecht}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 22:50:43</strong>
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				"Mourning..." Otiril could only stare at her when he heard her say that. <br>He stood up and walked to the window looking out, gazing out at the scene around him. He had a small cup of tea and he took a drink before turning around and looking at her.<br><br>"Did you sleep alright? You were tossing and turning all night." He said walking over to her and kissing her forehead. <br><br>"I couldn't sleep much. My mind has been racing lately and I could only lay there and stare at the ceiling." he said taking another drink. <br><br>Otiril truly loved her but after confirming everything he was fearing, he was in a deep bind. His mind ran as he went over everything in his mind. From making love to her, to training her trying to get her to break. His heart seemed to break as he thought more about it.<br><br>"Are you ready for more training? We have to get you ready for whatever is to come." Saying this left a sour taste in his mouth. He loved his country and those he served but housing a spy, was treason. He was a tormented man indeed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~The Fine Line~ {Jecht}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 02:47:52</strong>
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				Diandra was a little surprised to hear she had been restless. It was not like her. Most of that trained out of her. "I think I slept okay. Just memories of years of battle. All of us have our ghosts." Shrugging her shoulder. She ddi not remember what she had dreamed about. Apparently nothing too bad. <br><br>The choice of words did not strike her as anything but normal. Knowing that the way the lands were at war, one could never tell when battle would break out. A few complaints crossed her mind as he asked if she was ready to train, but she swallowed all of them. No one trained her like he did. No one took her serious and really pushed her.&nbsp; Diandra had skill before him but nothing like she had gained under him. She would not complain now. Would not jeoperdize that. Wanting to be an equal to him. That thought made her smile a little bit. She still had a ways to go but she was getting better.<br><br>"Yeah..." Sitting up. And starting to get off the bed. Laughing teasing. "Maybe tonight I can work a little harder to make you sleep easier."<br><br>Finding her discarded sheaths. The ones that went on her thighs first. Then finding her forgotten pants. Shimming her hips a little bit to pull them on. The shirt was a little harder to locate. In the end she gave up and fetched one from her chest at the end of the bed. The boots were the last thing she pulled on. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~The Fine Line~ {Jecht}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 18:28:59</strong>
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				Otiril never had a reason for working her so hard now that his worries were confirmed. It was mostly a way to keep his mind off of it. He watched her find her swords and put on clothes while he finished his tea. <br><br>Otiril walked to his closet and pulled out his owns swords, long and bright from the light, they were clean. He walked out of the door and stood at the edge of the yard watching the sun rise until she came out.<br><br>"OK, let's start with warm-ups then we can do some sparring." he said watching her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~The Fine Line~ {Jecht}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 15:51:20</strong>
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				Diandra began her morning rountine. Stretching slowly, her body was tender but the longer she did, the easier it got.&nbsp; It gave her time to get her mind in the right place. A certian calmness and become aware of her own body. Every once in a while her eyes lingered on him.<br><br>"I almost feel like we just met all over again." Diandra stood up, walking to him, drawing her sword. A faint smile on her lips. "I rember the way you use to try to break me through training. Trying to prove a woman had no place in your unit. Sometimes I still wonder how we fell in bed together that first time... I suppose its more important we stayed that way."<br><br>With ease, she slide into a fighting stance. The posistion felt natural, second nature. Then she had been fighting for many years now. Fighting had become as second nature as breathing. Maybe simplier. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~The Fine Line~ {Jecht}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 02:34:44</strong>
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				Otiril walked outside and held his swords loosely in his hand. He listened to his words but didn't dare respond the way he wanted. His body went lose and he crossed the swords in front of him. <br>"A'right let's start." He swung softly towards her just to get her to react but not enough to meaning it viciously.<br><br>After a few times, he grabbed his sparring swords that were made from wood. <br>"I think we ended up in bed because the night we got drunk together." He said after a few minutes. "But that's not saying I regret it." He smiled saying then watching her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~The Fine Line~ {Jecht}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 05:24:24</strong>
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				"Yeah, I am sure the liquor had plenty to do with it."<br><br>Liquor was the only thing strong enough to make her forget her complete hatred for him and his people, even if for a night. Till then she kept her anger and hate close. Never concerened that someone would find out why she felt such emotions. She was a female soldier in a mainly male army. The men could understand the emotions, understand that they drove her to succede. Never knew that underneath all she could think about was slaughtering everyone of them, ripping their lives apart like hers had been. <br><br>That hatred had not stopped just because she started fucking him. She had made excuses and excuses. That she was only doing what she had to do. One morning she woke up tangled in his bed and did not think about the knife beneath the pillow. How the hell that happened, she did not know. It took three years had erode away that anger. There were still times she looked around and all she saw were savage animals, but it was a mild thought, no longer consuming.<br><br>Needless to say her handlers were not pleased. Although after she merely dissappeared for a week, they stopped complianing. It comprimised the data that was passed. They never trusted her again but she was okay with that. Let the worry about if she was lying. If he had twisted her into a traitor.&nbsp; <br><br>"When it comes to you, I have no regrets. I doubt I ever will." That was the truth. There was much in her life she regreted. Much of it had been one horror after another. Strange that he was now the rock in her life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~The Fine Line~ {Jecht}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 06:27:40</strong>
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				Otiril studied her as she said this. He didn't know if he believed her or not. Maybe after this breakdown she will tell him the truth. That's all he wanted from her.<br><br>The more he thought about it, the more his frustration came out. When they began to spar, he did not hold back much. Of course it did look like it to her because it looked like he was working her extra had.<br><br>After a few rounds, he was done. He watched her as they walked back to his room. He took off his gear and walked into the shower, knowing and hoping, that she would follow. He let the warm water wash over him like a sigh of relief and felt slowly better. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~The Fine Line~ {Jecht}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 06:35:48</strong>
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				As she stripped and put her things away, she gave him a few minutes. Typically enough to let him clear his thoughts. His mood aws not hard to notice. Not that she blamed him. He often did not talk about marching orders until last minute. She had learned all the pestering in the world to help take the weight off of his shoulders would not help, so she gave him space and then quiet companion till he came around. <br><br>Bare feet were silent on the stone floor as she enterted the bathing area. Not that he did not already know she was there. Smiling, she slide under the water with him. Arms moving to wrap around his waist. Head resting on the back of his shoulder. Not really sexual. Just a reminder that he was not alone. She would hold him if he let her. If not, she had no problem letting him work out his sexual frustration with her body. <br><br>"... hey, luv..." Head moving slightly to nuzzle him. "Later you should lay down, let me work this tension out of your shoulders."
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 07:41:01</strong>
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				Otiril felt her soft touch and he smiled softly. He always loved the way he touched her. No matter how mad he was, even at her, her touch seemed to be the antidote to his anger. He felt his body relax. He took a deep breath<br><br>"Hello darling..." he said softly back. He closed his eyes and let himself breathe her in. <br>" I would love that, darling." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~The Fine Line~ {Jecht}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 07:53:46</strong>
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				Sliding around him so her soft breast pressed against his solid chests. Going up on her toes to kiss him. "I like being in your arms..." Not the first time she said it but she meant it as much now as the first time. <br><br>"I will wash up and we can go back to bed for a few hours... "<br><br>Stepping away from him, letting the water run over her body. Washing her hair, she took the time to braid her hair. Easier to do while it was wet. Washing the sweat off of her body and dirt off of her body. Hands running slowly over her body. Her eyes meeting his, a teasing smile coming to her lips. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~The Fine Line~ {Jecht}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 08:19:49</strong>
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				Otiril felt her embrace and loved it. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her. He too loved having her in his arms. <br><br>He watched her and smiled big. He watched her run her hands up and down her body and he loved every second of it, trying with every ounce of his will to not get too turned on. <br><br>"You are so beautiful." He said softly to her. His mind had completely emptied of what troubled him earlier. He was with her and that's all that matter to him in this moment. <br><br>When she was done, he moved towards her and kissed her softly. "You know you can't tease me like that without me taking you up on your off," he whispered to her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~The Fine Line~ {Jecht}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 08:29:30</strong>
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				Diandra watched his face soften. That was the look she was waiting for. The one that said he forgot about everything but her. That nothing existed outside of the bedroom. She needed to be his distraction. To give him a few minutes of peace from the stress that he had been showing over the last few days.<br><br>"That is the point... " Smile mischevious as it moved down his body. "Well you are the one with the point..."<br><br>Still smiling, she bolted around him, making a dash for the door. Softly laughing, although the laugh would fade if he got his hands on her. There was really no where to go. Maybe around the bed a time or two, but it was more the thought behind the game than serious competition<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~The Fine Line~ {Jecht}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 08:36:09</strong>
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				He smiled and as she bolted out the door, so did he. He knew she was doing this to make him work for it but it only made it rougher when he catches her, and he would.<br><br>He saw her run around the bed but he trapped her in the corner. He grabbed her and pulled her onto the bed and pinned her on her back, with his hands on hers.<br><br>"Now, you can't go anywhere!"He said laughing. "Now you are my slave!" he kissed her softly.
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				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 08:44:19</strong>
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				It was not a surprise that he caught her. She was good, but agianst him she still had much to learn. Then at this moment she did not want to win. A soft squeal escaping her lips as he forced her on to the bed. Becoming pinned beneath him. Loving the feel of his strong body over hers. <br><br>"Your slave?" Eyes blinking slowly, chest rising and falling fast. Her tone took a slight needy tone. "What are you planning on doing with your slave?"
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 08:54:15</strong>
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				He smiled when she asked.<br>"Well, I'm going to hold you down and have my way with you." He said it as it was no big deal.<br><br>He smiled and leaned down kissing her on her lips. "Though, I would be perfectly fine with pounding you all night long without any bounds." He kissed her lips again then kissed from the corner of her soft lips to her neck. He knew she couldn't resist it.<br><br>Their bodies were pressed against each other and he could feel himself getting harder every second. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~The Fine Line~ {Jecht}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 07:24:15</strong>
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				"As your slave, I am accepting of either of those opitions."<br><br>Diandra loved the taste and feel of his lips on hers. The way he used his body to pin her down. The feel of his strong body against her soft body. His hips between her thighs. She found herself grinding against him. Needing him Needing him soon. As he kissed his way down her jawline and neck she nearly went insane. Whimpering desprately for him. <br><br>"I need you inside of me.... soon.... very soon..."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 07:30:27</strong>
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				He smiled at her and placed his hand on her right breast. "Soon, my love" he whispered softly to her. He stood up and walked to a dresser pulling out some rope. <br>"I need to make preparations first." he smiled as he laid next to her. He threw the rope on the ground and pinned her down once more. <br>"Ok slave...beg for it" he smiled waiting for her answer.
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				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 01:48:40</strong>
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				"... rope... now that is kinky..." The smile on her face widened. She did not bother to tell him that she did not have the strength to get loose from him. There was something erotic about truly being at his mercy. Just something more than being held down. <br><br>Diandra shifted beneath him in anticaption. <br><br>"I really need you inside of me... Now... really really bad" Seeing that he did not relent. "please... please... fuck me now...."
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 02:02:03</strong>
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				He grabbed the rope and tied her arms down then got back on top of her.<br>"I still don't think you want it." he said grinning. 
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				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 07:49:36</strong>
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				A look&nbsp; of confusion went over her features as he climbed off of her. She was about to roll over and follow when he had the rope in his hands. Diandra gave just a little bit of a fight as he tied her down. A teasing smile on her lips. Refusing to let it simply be that easy. She did not expect to be able to overpower him. Afterwards she tested the bonds. They were secure. Not cutting into her skin but secure. <br><br>"oooh come on, luv..." Bottom lips pouting slightly. " ... please... you know I would not ask if I did not really mean it...."
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 08:00:36</strong>
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				He smiled kissed her. "I'm still not convinced." he said slyly as he kissed down her neck. He kissed down her chin line and back up to her lips briefly before going back down to her neck to her breasts. He kissed around each one getting close to the nipple before going in between her breasts and to the other,teasingly. 
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				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 05:35:35</strong>
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				"Yyyyeees you are... you are just playing hell with me... " <br><br>Absently she pulled on the restraints, as if they would suddenly give. Feeling his lips on her, she went still. Loving the feeling. Whimpering as he slowly moved down her body. hips bucking and squirming against him. All she could think was she needed him now. Made worse by the fact that he got so close to her hipples but did not touch. <br><br>"... please please please... "Finally giving in to him.
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				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 06:38:54</strong>
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				"Mmm..I think you can have it now." he said finally licking her nipples. He flicked it with his tongue before lowering his hand to her crotch. He slid a finger in and out then rubbed the outside of it. 
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