Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 18, 2013 3:39:28 GMT
She almost felt like she was going to smile - almost. It came to her eyes, but not to her lips, but she felt like it was progress anyway. This is exactly what she'd needed. She felt wild & like a part of nature, her only concern was her hunger. No politics, no guilt, just pure satisfaction. Peeling her back from the bark of the tree, she dipped her head to latch her teeth onto his jaw, trailing messy, frantic kisses down the side of his neck & nipping at his earlobe almost playfully before sliding her hands from his chest back to his shoulders for better balance.
The people who thought that her relationship with Brent was abusive might have been right, but they were wrong about one thing: she didn't sleep with him out of some sort of misplaced loyalty - her loyalty & obedience is what kept her engaged to him. The relationship between them was more mutually beneficial than most people cared to realize. He kept her human.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 18, 2013 4:38:55 GMT
Brent shifted slightly, the darkening of the forest gave the whole place an eerie atmosphere, something that only made him a little hotter under the collar. Exhaling softly, his head tilted to one side, giving her the opportunity to get to his neck and other areas of his skin.
Moving slightly, Brents hands slid up her leg to her bottom, his hands squeezing at her flesh roughly, not rough enough to cause pain, but rough enough to be felt. Exhaling heavily again he pressed closer, his chest pressing up against hers as he pinned her against the tree.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
Posts: 869
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 18, 2013 4:43:09 GMT
She squirmed impatiently in his hands, though not enough to make him drop her, & slid one hand around the back of his neck & up into the back of his hair, fingernails dragging softly over his scalp.
"Damn it," she hissed, growing frustrated with the amount of layers between them. She tugged at the bottom of his hoodie with her free hand, dipping her head to say breathlessly, "Can you take this off?" her lips brushed his as she spoke, her voice almost cracking under desperation. She felt the tree dig into her back uncomfortably & added, "Better yet, can we get out of here?" Perhaps it hadn't been the best location-choice on her part.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 18, 2013 5:10:03 GMT
Raising a brow at her, Brent kept hold of her with one hand, the other moving to grab at his hoodie, only stopping for a moment when she asked if they could leave. Exhaling softly, he leaned forwards, pressing a peck to the base of her neck, moving towards her ear. Whispering, Brent started "Tiffany, it's hard enough for me to get hard around you as it is, do you want lose it now?" He questioned, mainly being mean, but this was Brent, he had to be cruel.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
Posts: 869
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 18, 2013 5:25:48 GMT
She gave him a little snarl in response & then kissed him again, though it was almost like a small attack on her part, biting at his lip roughly between kisses & then pulling away to let him get his hoodie out of the way, once she was sure she'd gotten past the obnoxious comments on his end.
Once it was properly out of the way, she leaned back in & ran her hands up his arms appreciatively, biting her lip & feeling that normal sense of girlishness passing over her. For a split second, she only could think about him, how much she enjoyed looking at him. The flash of her former self vanished as soon as it arrived, though, & she immediately began making quick work of his belt buckle.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 18, 2013 5:46:21 GMT
He smirked because he knew his little digs get to her at least just a little bit, and the way she snarled showed it. Kissing her back, he growled under his breath, hand holding her a little tighter before letting her go, his body keeping her pressed in a steady position as he pulled the hoodie over his head.
Exhaling, his hands returned to where they'd been previously, his hands keeping her upright as he pressed closer again, lips connecting to hers, kissing her again, roughly, not breaking for air.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
Posts: 869
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 18, 2013 5:52:17 GMT
Yanking out his belt so roughly that it cracked like a whip, she let it fall to the ground at their feet & followed it with his jeans.
No longer pressed against the tree, but now lying flat in the leaves on the ground, Tiff sat up a little, wincing in soreness, but unable to keep the glint out of her eye. She was happy, but she wouldn't properly show it - even if she wanted to, she wasn't sure she could. Wiping the leaves from her arms, she shook out her hair & finger-combed it, standing up & stumbling to the side a little out of lightheadedness. That good. she thought with a smirk, rolling her scratched up shoulders happily & sighing, sounding genuinely content for once. She turned to look at Brent as he was redressing - more of a task for him than it had been for her, as she'd left on her dress & boots.
"Apparently I should have started training with you earlier." she commented, clearly a little smug, though her tone was fairly deadpan.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 18, 2013 6:38:03 GMT
Brent rustled around, picking up his clothes and slipping into them somewhat effortlessly. Shirt and hoodie flung over his shoulder he stretched his arms out in front of him, his head tilting to the side just slightly as he peered down at her, soft smirk gracing his features, not that she'd be able to tell in the shadowed light of the darkened, night, forest. "If you call that part of your training I'm somewhat concerned about what you've been doing with your uncle."
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
Posts: 869
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 18, 2013 6:42:55 GMT
She snorted - as close to a laugh as he'd get out of her, shaking her head. It was clever, she'd give him that. With a smirk, she took his hand & hoisted herself up without even asking permission for his help. Dusting herself down, she started toward the clearing-edge with him, her movements a little wide, careful. It had been a little while, after all, & her muscles would need a little time to forgive her for the rather rigorous workout. So worth it.
'M starved." she said honestly, knowing there would be food ready at the manor, if not about to be prepared. She couldn't believe that her stomach was tightening hungrily when she actually felt like eating - the two never seemed to sync up anymore, but miraculously, they were for the short time being.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 19, 2013 9:23:40 GMT
Brent raised an eyebrow just slightly as she took his hand, as though questioning if she expected to keep a hold of it. Giving her a somewhat weirded look he shrugged before tilting his head to one side as he flexed his arm as she let go of his arm, the muscle of his bicep tightening up.
"Then eat." He said simply with a shrug, hands running through his hair as he shifted from one foot to the other before deciding he was ready to leave the area. Checking he'd gotten everything, he took his shirt from being laid over his shoulder and pulled it over his head.
Tucking his hoodie under his arm, Brent pulled his wand out just so it wouldn't fall out of his hoodie pocket as he was walking, and it was dark, if he'd learnt anything it was that more things went bump in the dark, the moonlight offering an eerie light to the forrest didn't make things much better. Not that he'd fear it, he was just always prepared for something to happen.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
Posts: 869
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 19, 2013 9:39:05 GMT
She stuck close to his side, just in case. She didn't fear anything in the dark, but she knew that she wouldn't much use if she were dead, & his reflexes were quicker than hers, especially now that she was so sleep-deprived. The air had cooled to an uncomfortable level, the small hairs raising on her arms & the back of her neck, but other than the reflexive physical signs, she didn't seem to notice. Picking a little dried leaf from her hair, she brushed it aside, then turned to look at him, eyes flitting immediately over his jaw to see how his cut was holding up & was secretly pleased to see that it had mostly cleared up, leaving just a faint line of thin scar tissue where the angry red welt had been earlier.
"Does your cheek hurt?" she asked, immediately feeling a little stupid. She didn't much like the idea of him knowing that she worried, but more and more, lately, she felt like she couldn't help it. The rustle of leaves behind her made her turn & look curiously, but it had simply been the evening breeze. Her hand had tightened around her wand readily, & for a split second, she was curious to know if Brent would choose to defend her or flee in the event that they were attacked. Knowing that she probably wouldn't like the answer, she kept the question to herself & hoped she wouldn't be given the chance to find out firsthand.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 20, 2013 2:57:37 GMT
As he walked, he glanced over his shoulder to look at her, checking she was still walking with him. He sighed out softly, the cold of the air catching on his breath. Pushing a branch out of the way, he held it until Tiff had walked past it's area of hit before letting it go, letting it flick back and forth until it came to a still point.
Using his free hand, the older male scratched the back of his neck before momentarily letting out a confused "huh?" before realising what she meant. "Cheek?" He questioned, chuckling to himself. "Pains is all in your mind" he started, somewhat cryptically before adding a simply "-no, I'm fine." As he continued walking, his hand tapped on his jaw, checking over the cut himself before dampening his lower lip. "Besides, I wasn't aware you were concerned."
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
Posts: 869
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 20, 2013 4:37:15 GMT
Didn't realize you were concerned. Blushing, she didn't comment on it but instead sped up a little so that she was unable to accidentally meet his eye. She concentrated on the 'pain is in your mind' comment instead - her mother had told her something similar, along with her uncle, during her training. The words gave her a strange sense of security, no matter who they seemed to come from. She headed out from the shade of the trees & onto the worn out, barely-there path that lead, twisting & turning, back up to Lestrange Manor. Even from down there, she could hear the Devil's Snare moving & rustling in combination from it's own free will & the breeze brushing through it.
"I need to shower before dinner. Wash off the forest." she insisted, once they were properly inside, looking up at him & kicking her boots off in Trixie's general direction so she could stow them away. The smaller girl immediately lost a couple of inches of height, dropping herself even lower, next to him. She rubbed a little dirt from below his ear on his neck, withdrawing her hand quickly before he could strike her. "You should definitely think about joining me." her tone suggested that it wasn't even much of a come-on so much as a general suggestion. With that, she headed up the stairway.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 25, 2013 18:25:44 GMT
Brent kept his head up as he walked through the trees, his gaze moving at the slightest of sounds, obvious that he was very aware of his surroundings, his ears treating him well. If anything was going to attack he'd be on it, he'd learnt that. Always ready for battle even though they were probably the only two people in the woods.
Glancing at her lazily he gave a simple nod of his head. "Go wash then." He retorted, eyes rolling just slightly as he chuckled to himself, his head shaking as he used his hand to scratch the back of his neck. "I'll pass." He replied as he looked at her again, head shaking. "I'll shower once you're done."
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
Posts: 869
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 25, 2013 18:31:27 GMT
She knew better than to try pouting at him, or anything of the sort, & instead headed softly up the steps toward her room. She felt lazy, & comfortable, & knew that the feeling wouldn't last - wanting desperately to take her time & ride it out, but the sharp hunger pain in her stomach reminded her that she was desperate to get downstairs & eat something - another feeling that she didn't want to pass up on. Illsa looked up happily when Tiff swung open the bedroom door, immediately trotting over to sniff at her, nuzzling against her leg to try to re-mark her again with the scent of home. Clicking her tongue as she trailed her fingers down the creature's crooked spine, she gave her a dismissive little pat before letting her trot off to meet Brent at the top of the stairs.
She tossed her robes & clothing aside & stepped into the shower, trying to find a balance between moving quickly to get downstairs sooner, & wanting to enjoy the feeling of the hot water on her over-exerted muscles. Finishing up, she wrapped herself in a towel & headed back into the bedroom to dress.
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