Assassin's Love [midnightkitty & Mordant]
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				Title: <strong>Assassin's Love [midnightkitty &amp; Mordant]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordant</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 08:10:34</strong>
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				Dusk softened the edges of his room, blurring the corners of the nightstand, the covers of his bed, his own expression. It was troubled mostly, but creases of aggravation and ... something else lingered there. Curiosity. Compulsion. Oscar crumpled slender fingers through his hair but the dark mass of it, even if relatively short, fell into his eyes still. <br><br>His clothes were grey, dreary, and even in a hotel room he'd rented, though under a false name, he remained hard to spot. A rifle was still locked in place though stood still in some corner. Oscar scorned the weapon, despite it being the first time his sniper rifle had failed him. Or that he had failed himself. <br><br>He sat that way for hours, on the corner of the double-bed. Too often, he had let his gaze leave the curtained window, or his gloved hands, or his weapon, to trail wonderingly at the figure sprawled on top. Elegant. Beautiful. Innocent. He inhaled softly. The image was vivid: this girl and her smile, her thick eyelashes, her bright eyes. All presented like a film strip through the scope of his weapon. <br><br>Oscar's hand hesitantly landed on her leg, crawled up to her inner knee, traveled further. Then paused and pulled away. This routine continued several times, and unable to sleep, morning soon sifted into the room, the light of it catching the girl's hair. He was an assassin. The best anyone knew - or didn't know. And his victim, now drugged and dormant on his bed, missing her shoes, clothes somewhat rugged, was pertinent to the politics in France. So valuable was she, and most valuable when dead.<br><br>He breathed rhythmically, fingers withdrawing from skin, wondering if that was true.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin's Love [midnightkitty &amp; Mordant]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>midnightkitty</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 08:33:10</strong>
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				Sasha's last thoughts were walking through the gardens, intent on finding a nice spot in the sun to read her textbooks for her favourite class and enjoy a picnic lunch. The 19 year old girl didn't get to walk by herself much, or spend a lot of time in the sun. Usually she was either studying, or at a dance class or doing something to help her mother out with her little sister or doing something for her father and his campaign. So when she was giving the opportunity to be alone in the gardens she took it without a thought, never thinking that she might be in danger. <br><br>The pale girl's skin glowed in the morning suns rays as she lay on the bed, a dusting of light freckles across her nose visible now that she was in direct light. Auburn hair glowed with golden highlights and her lush pouty lips parted as she stirred, a moan escaping her throat that was parched and scratchy. Delicate hands moved clutching at the bed spread as she rose through the blackness of her drug induced sleep to reality. Her lavender eyes opened just a sliver, the sunlight in her eyes blinding her and causing her to suddenly notice a pounding headache. Squeezing her eyes shut she groaned, tongue darting out to wet her dry lips as she attempted to sit up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin's Love [midnightkitty &amp; Mordant]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordant</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 09:41:27</strong>
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				He knew she would wake up eventually. He just didn't quite expect his reaction to be what it was: anticipation. <br><br>Oscar let out a rugged breath, catching Sasha's hooded gaze briefly. Her lips, bright pink against pale skin, parted. First in a warm exhale of visceral sounds, and afterward, to release the slightest tip of her tongue. Eyelashes clustered at her cheeks, flushed, warm, lightly freckled. Warm. Oscar knew because suddenly one of his hands was at her shoulder, gently pushing her back down. <br><br>Unexpectedly, but reflexively. It put him in a position where his opposite hand was right next to her hip on the bedspread, his face looming over hers. She was young, younger than he was. He wondered why, after twenty-four years of carelessness, he was here now. One of his legs hung off the bed, the other bent at the knee, trapping her slender body between them. He shifted his hand away from her shoulder, letting it travel to her collar, the curve of her neck, her chin. Her lips. His fingers lingered there, and Oscar wondered vaguely how he could become so possessed. No. Obsessed seemed a better word at that moment. <br><br>His face lowered, unruly dark hair hanging over his eyes, not even an inch away from her anymore. He knew he was flushed with something akin to desire; maybe it had to do with her helplessness, the mugginess of the drug's after effects. Maybe it had to do with something different entirely. Oscar wasn't sure what, even as he settled his weight on his knee, almost straddling her. Even as he let his free arm leave the bed covers, land on the dip beside her neck. Even as he slid the fabric of her clothes off her shoulder and down her arm, to expose the curve of her breast. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin's Love [midnightkitty &amp; Mordant]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>midnightkitty</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 09:55:40</strong>
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				Sasha didn't quiet regester what was going on until he was above her, keeping her pinned under him so close that she could feel his hot breath on her skin. Eyes darted down, seeing but not quiet understanding while her mind was so foggod with drugs. But then things started to clear and she started to panic. It was his hand running over her shoulder and down her arm, pulling down the strap of her singlet that really woke her up. Then she realised that he was all but straddling her, a fiery obsession in his eyes as he looked down at her. <br><br>A shriek left her lips as she tried to scramble backwards, not that it was any use since she was effectively trapped under him. "What..what's going on who are you!?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin's Love [midnightkitty &amp; Mordant]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordant</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 10:17:23</strong>
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				Oscar watched her lethargic movements, the drug still slowing down the firing of neurons in her body. So slow in fact, that he caught her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand. <br><br>"Shhh." His other hand slipped the singlet off her other shoulder. His eyes didn't leave her face, light brown irises focused on violet. The rings were peculiar, but above all, alluring. Oscar watched her blink; he was close enough to anticipate when they closed just before flickering open again. "It's unimportant."<br><br>And it was. Whatever name he gave her -- Kent, Liam, James -- would be useless to her afterward. The hand holding her wrists tightened their hold, securing her in place as he leaned forward to kiss her. It was deceivingly gentle, even as he pried her mouth open with his tongue, slick and hot against her lips. <br><br>Oscar's free hand cupped her breast, one finger dragging across a pert, pink nipple. The kiss was short-lasting, and he exhaled over her. Sasha's body managed to grow rigid despite the hangover, and he wondered if the effects were wearing off. "Just relax."<br><br>His hands traveled from her breasts to her rib cage and he pulled her singlet down to her waist. Oscar nipped her chin as he moved downward. It was tender at first, and soft, but as he left a trail to her collarbone, he began using more force. His hand tensed around her wrists further. The other was nestled against the fabric pooled below her navel, inches from delving into her skirt. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin's Love [midnightkitty &amp; Mordant]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>midnightkitty</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 10:43:45</strong>
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				"Of course it mat.." she was cut of from her sentence when his lips touched hers. The kiss was soft, gentle eve, her eyes blinking at him in shock as his tongue slipped into her mouth. How did he manage to get a hold of her wrists so easily and why couldn't she fight him? She gave another shriek as she felt his hand on her breast and started to wriggle, trying to get away as her skin crawled at the feel of his pawing. "Relax!" the panic was clear in her voice and she was trying to ignore the fact that his nips and gentle touches made her feel warm. <br><br>She could feel her legs and arms start to respond a little faster now as she struggled against him trying to escape before things got out of hand. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Assassin's Love [midnightkitty &amp; Mordant]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordant</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 11:09:43</strong>
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				Oscar's mesmerized expression finally faded to reveal the slightest smile. He pressed her wrists against the bed and let his teeth drag over a pointed nipple, before covering it with his mouth. His other hand was stroking the skin just below her navel now, one finger underneath the waist of her skirt. Releasing the tip from his mouth, he breathed over the dampness around it warmly then pulled himself up until they were face to face. His fingers inched lower, reaching her underwear. One dipping beneath the thin material. "Relax," he affirmed and leaned forward, mouth catching hers. <br><br>It was slow, his tongue met Sasha's; stroked it. The heat at his fingers made him release a low, guttural sound into her mouth. His body was pressed against hers, his groin settled against her thigh firmly. <br><br>She was able to struggle now, Oscar felt it as he slid off her skirt. He broke the kiss to glance down at her very nearly-naked body. His breath hitched and he let a finger pause between her thighs, follow the humid crevice through the flimsy fabric. 
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