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Post by Lucia Yulvina on Dec 16, 2017 1:16:55 GMT
Lucia didn’t comment when Killian spoke of his problems with the fae. His not being wanted. She was too angry in that moment to focus on his words. Too hurt. She had turned away from him and walked way. Just needing distance away from her friend who was cutting her so so deeply. And then there was a hand around her wrist, she was being pulled around with enough force for her to whimper and stare up at him with narrowed eyes as he continued to berate her.
But as his words went on and on Lucia’s anger began to fall away to be replaced by something else. Pity. He was feeling alone. His fae had apparently rejected him somehow and now she had rejected him as well. He was hurting and she had only managed to make it worse. ”Killian…” She said softly. Once he released her she rubbed her wrist but didn’t move away. Her silver eyes lingered on him, still remotely cold and bearing the hurt he had thrown at her. But then she blinked and it was gone. All manner of harshness was gone from her.
”Killian…I can still be there for you even if I can’t be with you.” She frowned. ”That’s not all we are…you aren’t just someone I run to when I want to have fun. You’re my best friend…and I hope I’m yours.” She stepped forward slowly. Her movements were not sultry or even angry. Slowly the feline would press her lips against his own in a kiss that was not an invitation to more. ”I could never abandon you. Even if you do say things that are cruel….” She reached up to run her fingers through his hair. One of her hands then falling to work her fingers between his own, tugging him with her she pulled him to the trunk of a large tree and encourage him to sit down.
If he sat Lucia would sit down on his lap and lean her shoulder into his chest. Her fingers making patters on the skin of his arm. ”I can tell something is bothering you….and it’s not just about me. What happened?”
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Post by Killian Cruz on Dec 16, 2017 2:36:26 GMT
The vulnerability was enough to make his head spin. He didn’t know what to do with it other than lash out. Unfortunately, they always say that you take it out on the ones that mean the most to you. He could see the look in her eyes change. Their light in them was absent of the hellish fire he could have brought down upon himself. What was there instead was enough to cause him to go rigid.
She rubbed her wrist when he finally let go. He hadn’t meant to hurt her or realize how hard he grabbed her but in that moment he couldn’t hold back the anger. It unleashed and there had been no stopping it. Realizing that he dropped his gaze no longer have the confidence to keep eye contact. It was then she spoke again and for a moment he briefly looked up at her before turning his head away and looking the opposite direction. ”I know.” he answered though it was a sound of defeat. She was stepping into him which caused his head to turn back in her direction, hazel locking with silver until sliding closed when she pressed her lips innocently to his own. ”I don’t mean to.” he whispered. ”You are my best friend and I just don’t want to lose you.” His brows furrowed a bit. There had been a lot he had lost way before even coming to the confines of where he had originally met her. Young and lost completely naive to the world he was about to be swallowed whole into.
He was tugged and fell into a seat oddly numb until her weight was on his lap. As she leaned into him, the feeling started to come back to him. Almost as if it was like life was being breathed back into him. Shoulders relaxed a bit as her fingers moved over the skin of his arm. Her question was a rather loaded one. ”I don’t enjoy wallowing in my pain.” he said. ”There had been a rather ugly fight that happened a while ago…” he started going to do the short version rather than the long one. ”I don’t know. He’s distanced.” now the last they saw one another it had been a different story but he knew that was going to be a once in a while thing. Djinn was doing his best to push him away and though he wasn’t that easily detoured, it still stung. ”He had brought up my past and of course being the smart ass I am, I retorted. He took it the wrong and has since withdrew himself. It sucks because the more I hang around him…. The less I care about other people. I depressingly don’t want anyone else.” He made a face because he was actually saying this out loud. ”Don’t you breathe these words again.” he warned looking at her. ”but I feel like a lovestruck yearling. Weak on my feet…”
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Post by Lucia Yulvina on Dec 16, 2017 8:52:13 GMT
There was something so comforting about sitting with him. The warmth of his body enveloping her as it had time and time again. Their souls sang the same tune. It truly was strange really that the two of them would end up chasing others when they had such a deep connection. But that was how the mate bond worked. It didn't always make sense. The people didn't always match. But it was supposed to be their one true soulmate. "It's not wallowing to share it with a friend... it is wallowing to walk around like a ticking bomb just waiting for an innocent beautiful girl to explode at." Her fingers continued to make calm patterns on his skin. Her nails dragging gently across his tan flesh.
She felt strangely jealous when she heard the depth of Killian's affection for the fae. But quickly shoved the feeling down. She had no right to feel such a way. She had never heard her friend speak of anyone the way he did. Not once. He had joked of course, jested with her when they would lay together in the wee hours of morning imagining what their lives could be outside of the business. Now they were both free and neither of their stories had turned out like they had fantasized. But...maybe they were better. Because now it was real.
"I'm assuming you haven't really spoken to him about any of this?" She asked gently. One hand moving to pull his opposite hand closer so that she could hold her hand up against his own. A comparison. Lucia knew that Killian had been suffering for far longer than she. That he had endured much that he never spoke about with her. But she worried it might hamper his future if he kept it bottled up. "I know he doesn't really seem like the...talking type. But there must be something there. The two of you keep running into one another, it seems a little too often to be left to chance."
She laced her fingers through his own and held his hand loosely. "You should talk to him...its better to know that to keep torturing yourself like this. Maybe he's just scared. He never really struck me as the type to make attachments." Silver eyes rolled over to her companion and she placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "But neither did you, love."
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Post by Killian Cruz on Dec 16, 2017 22:44:28 GMT
He couldn’t help the way his body reacted to her even though he knew he shouldn’t. Even though he knew he would get denied. Having her on his lap and she moving his hands to wrap around her a little better, her familiar and tantalizing scent was making him crave their intimacy. However, he would try and behave. As she spoke he shook his head no. ”Beautiful yes, innocent no.” he purred at her leaning into the feeling of her fingers dragging across his skin. Why was this so hard to keep his mind going to places it shouldn’t? Their relationship wasn’t just based on sex and he knew it but damn if that didn’t have that chemistry. He didn’t like the feeling of her being so blocked off from him without really being blocked off. She was there but she also wasn’t reachable. His jealousy towards Felix was only increasing. ”If I had, I probably wouldn’t feel like this.” But then he thought about it again. ”Or maybe I would. He’s not the easiest person to connect with.” but that didn’t make him love him any less. If anything it made him love him more. He was someone who needed another person, he could feel it, even if he wouldn’t let any one in.
She said that there must be something there with how they seemed drawn to one another. It was true but sometimes it always wasn’t in the other person’s best interest. ”It’s the problem with being a werebeast. Understanding the feeling but to them, they don’t.” he knows he would be weirded out in hearing he was ‘mated’. It sounded to animalistic for a person who wasn’t an animal. It was also another factor that Killian wasn’t so big on admitting to it to him either. It made the feeling too real… in fact…. Saying it to Lucia made it too real. Her fingers interlocked with his and he squeezed it softly bringing her knuckles up to his lips and softly kissing them as his other hand remained around her idly moving his fingers up and down her lower back. ”You should have been mine.” he said lowly. If she had been all of this would have been less of a pain. She wouldn’t have had her heart broken more than once and he wouldn’t be struggling as hard as he was to connect and get on the same page with his. But the gods and goddesses did what they did for a reason. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe they thought it was hilarious.
Lowering their hands he leaned forward pressing his forehead against the side of her head and purring content with eyes closed. She was so comforting. ”I suppose the next I see him I will take that advice and just try. But I'm terrible at being so open with my emotions.” And he was. He tended to humor them off and onto something else or simply misleading. He perfected that art but letting someone else in was entirely a new and harder task for him. Lifting his head up a bit he growled softly against her ear. ”Do you regret realizing your bond?” he never actually really heard from her on whether or not she wished she wouldn’t have found it. Part of him was anxious he had and yet the other side of it was also really skeptical. His fae was a tough cookie. His fingers started to travel again moving higher on her back under her shirt feeling her soft skin. He wanted more but he kept having the nagging sense in his head that he shouldn’t.
Pulling his head back a bit he looked at her. ”Do you think you would be different out here if you hadn’t found it? Where do you think you would have ended up?” he nibbled her ear again and then down below it, a simple sign of affection as he tried his best to stop it there.
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Post by Lucia Yulvina on Dec 17, 2017 9:22:50 GMT
Lucia stuck out her tongue at him when he said she wasn't innocent. A mischevious grin coming to her lips. "Hey now...you aren't exactly saintly, Mr. Cruzzzzzz." She purred his name then shook her head and sent her silver locks tumbling this way and that before they cascaded messily down her back. He spoke of the bond, of the lack of his mate reciprocating. Lucia paused and rubbed his hand with her thumb. Gathering her thoughts before she spoke again. "Maybe he doesn't feel that attachment you do, the forced one. But it doesn't mean he doesn't love you. And maybe thats a little better don't you think? Something that wasn't cast upon him. Maybe he just loves you for you without a goddess deciding it must be so"
Lucia purred when he made the statement that sounded almost possessive. "Should I? Then you wouldn't have your fae. And eventually, you would grow bored of me anyway. We both know you have a preference for the more masculine clientele." Her back arched beneath his touch, much like a small feline when someone hit just the right spot while petting them. "You should." She said softly, her voice just a tinge husky despite her attempts to keep it from being so. It was hard to break old habits. It would be hard for the both of them. But they had to. At his question, Lucia grew silent and was obviously giving his inquiry a lot of thought. "....no." Came her eventual answer followed by a small smile. "There had been bad...but he makes me feel complete. I always felt like there was a part of me missing...like I was giving myself away one piece at a time and I worried there would be nothing left. But having Felix...its like he pulls all those pieces together and makes me whole again." She flushed red when she realized just how cheesy her words sounded and cleared her throat as if to distract him from her words.
Killian's hand traveled higher but given that it was still on her back she didn't complain. They would likely still be much too touchy for Felix's comfort but he said she couldn't sleep with anyone. Cuddling was never mentioned. "....well, I wouldn't be out here to start. I'm only free because they think I died." She laughed softly. Her fingers breaking away from his to rub across the scar on her forehead. "Its not how I would have preferred to gain my freedom. But its still MY freedom. And since he had been back its been even better. What about-"
He nibbled her ear, a serious weakness of hers. She purred loudly and closed her silver eyes to just enjoy the moment. When his teeth would graze the skin of her neck she shuddered, a tremble that ran from her head to her toes. A soft gasp followed by her hands grasping at the fabric of his shirt. An involuntary arch of her body. It was cruel, to taunt her by touching her neck. He should know how easily it would set her off. "Killian." She said his name almost breathless. "You have to stop. Because I don't know how much longer I can keep saying no...." It was a plea. A plea for him to understand her weakness and support her decision. Because inevitably she would eventually break down, then hate herself for hurting her mate later.
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Post by Killian Cruz on Dec 17, 2017 16:46:23 GMT
The way she purred her name. The way her beautiful full lips formed around the letters of his last name. Hazel eyes were zoned in on them as he listened to her enticing purring causing his body to react in ways that only she was capable of doing. He wasn’t interested in women per say but Lucia just had some type of connection with his body he couldn’t understand. His skin had goosebumps. ”I didn’t say I was but I also wasn’t the pretending to be.” he felt the rub on his thumb as she went back to their previous topic. She was right. Just because he wasn’t a werebeast didn’t mean he didn’t feel something. He thought for a moment and then nodded his head. ”True enough. We shall see, I suppose.”
He wasn’t even trying to really start anything back up but odd habits die hard and this one was going to be a tough one to kill. She was purring again obviously enjoying what he said. ”But I seem to have a weakness for snow leopards.” he purred back. They had to play nice, they had to play respectful but it was hard for a couple of physical cats who enjoyed each others company a little too much. His fingers were brushing her soft skin skirting a little higher. He was being drawn into the curves of her body, her scent that was starting to hit him again. How was he going to stop himself?
She explained that her bond with Felix was a completion of a puzzle and though he could understand it…. He felt…. Replaced again. His relationship with Lucia wasn’t like that but she had always been his and he hers. It was a tough thing to swallow and though he wanted more than anything to be happy with her he couldn’t help but feel jealous of Felix. He had such an amazing girl with spirit and of course, was just also a major roadblock. ’You might be. Maybe I could have whisked you away?” he gave her a charming smile but they knew that was both a lie. He was still being chased because her death gave him the push to get away from that place. ”I could have been your hero.” he teased the green eyed jealous monster showing a little bit. Distractedly he found himself leaning in and nibbling her ear, hand going a little higher on her back before moving down to her hip. Her words were caught in her throat. He was getting swept in again listening to her purring and making her body arch and open up to him like a flower. He started to move those kisses on her neck before she said his name
He paused. And that was when she pleaded for him to stop. ”S-sorry.” His lips didn’t move from her neck though. He was trying. Trying to pull back but his warm breath remained on her neck for a moment before lifting his head to move his hazel eyes onto her silver, lips hovering just a bit from hers. ”This is really hard.” his voice was deep and breathless as he searched her eyes. ”I'm trying but this isn’t something that can just happen overnight.” he reasoned. He wanted to respect her wishes but it was incredibly hard for him too. ”Have patience with me.” he pleaded his own case as he leaned and allowed his lips to press into hers with a slow but meaningful kiss fingers tightening their hold now on her sides but not allowing them to wander. ”You’re my kryptonite.” he whined with a soft purr.
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Post by Lucia Yulvina on Dec 17, 2017 22:49:01 GMT
It was a sad reality that they had lived through. But having someone there, a connection, had made it more bearable. He would have never whisked her away, he would have never been her hero. She had been the one who always ran away only to be dragged back time and time again. Killian had for the most part been good, obeying because he knew that running was useless. Her 'death' had saved both of them, in an odd way they both had Felix to thank for their freedom. Even if, in her case, he had been the one to take it in the first place. She, of course, didn't speak these words that would do nothing but hurt her friend. Instead, she just smiled. "Guess we will never know."
The nibbling on her ear had happened then, the teeth grazing her neck had stolen her breath and left her body eager for more. Killian's apology came weakly, stuttered. She didn't dare move, she didn't trust herself to. Eventually, he did, his hazel eyes locking with her silver. "It is." She agreed. Her eyes still partially closed, cheeks flushed with excitement. "I don't think there is really a step down program for my leopard addiction..." She purred. It wasn't as if they could keep on as they were. It would go against what Felix had asked of her. They just couldn't do...that. Right? They could still cuddle and touch? But Lucia knew that if things kept on the track that they were that it would be more than cuddling that happened at the base of this tree.
"I'm trying." She breathed, her voice sounding a little strained. But not because she was annoyed with him. More herself. His lips slowly moved against hers and Lucia didn't fight it, she didn't want to. She returned the kiss with a soft sigh. His hands sat on her sides, not moving. It was both a relief and a frustration because she wanted more but couldn't have it. Her plump lips moved against his own, teeth tugging gently on his bottom lip before they moved lower to his neck where she would suck at the sensitive flesh. Teeth nipping and tongue teasing his tan skin. Like him, her hands didn't move. Remaining curled in the fabric of his shirt because that was the only safe place. Anywhere else and they would surely travel.
"So what does that make you to me?" She inquired, purring as her lips moved over his collar bone.
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Post by Killian Cruz on Dec 18, 2017 2:27:02 GMT
This was such a difficult task to do and he wasn’t even sure why? Perhaps it was because they weren’t allowed. They always say that the things you weren’t allowed to do were the thing you wanted to do most. It was like some type of sorcery that was put on limitations and because of that, it made him want it even more. Not just to spite Felix but to get what he craved. Lucia was his craving. He needed to consume her or else he was going to utterly explode. The both of them were attempting to stay on one side of the fence but they couldn’t help but just straddle it a little. As she purred to him softly again the corner of his lip curled upwards utterly satisfied with her answer. ”The best kind of addiction there is.” he whispered. ”It cures all kinds of things.” He nuzzled gently trying to will his fingers to not explore but he was finding this among other things difficult. But the warmth of her body pulsated against his and he could feel the excitement coursing through her. They never went at things slow. It was always quick and in a rush with no restrictions and though he knew it would likely go nowhere right now the slow process was utterly killing him. It made him want more. It forced him to remain slow but it just kept building instead of decreasing.
”Too bad really….. Most drugs have a rehab of some sort.” his warm breath remained in contact with any part of her skin as he nuzzled, nibbled, and listened to the sound of her erratic heartbeat. His heart was right in tune with hers. It thudded and pounded with the erotic blood rushing warming his body and drowning out a good portion of his hearing with how loud it was. She like him was trying and he nodded as she strained a soft whisper that once again sounded like a plea.Catching her lips with his he gave her a meaningful kiss but her lips started to wander. His chest rose a little quicker as he did his best to reign in his whirling thoughts and keep track of the things at hand. He didn’t want her to hate herself for something they both got caught up into but it was an ultimate thing that would happen if neither one of them could stop themselves.
He parted his lips a bit to get a better source of air as he leaned his head back a bit, hazel eyes shut, trying to gain the willpower to just stop. Her lips curved and moved around his neck and then down to his collarbone. She was teasing him now but the problem with that was he wasn’t the one who was going to say no. He should. He knew he should but it wasn’t him who had the limitations. ”Good question.” he breathed. ”I think you are the only one who can answer that.” he said softly. He rubbed at the skin his hand laid on diving them low once more towards her hips and eventually making their way towards her thighs. ”But I know one thing…. If one of us doesn’t go we are gonna break some rules.” He was doing his best to remind even though his body was telling him not to…. He needed to. Hips shifted a little against her as she still remained sitting on his lap, hands keeping low. ”but I don’t want to. I don't want you to. I want to finish this.” He found himself leaning a bit more and practically lifting her up so she was facing him. His hips shifted upwards again as he leaned in pressing his lips to her jaw. if she didn't stop him he was going to keep going and it would keep ending up this way until one of them left.
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Post by Lucia Yulvina on Dec 18, 2017 21:37:59 GMT
Lucia was easily drawn back into Killian, as hard as she tried even the smallest bit was just the hook to make her want more. His hands eventually began to move, but they were slow. She could feel his movements beneath her and it excited her. But slowly. So slowly the little feline stopped herself. The lips on his collarbone would reluctantly pull back. The hands curled in his shirt would loosen until she could sigh and push herself upward and out of his lap. It had to be one of the hardest things she had ever done. Resisting Killian when all she wanted to do was sink into the euphoria of his touch.
"I think you're right. Things got too...we both need time to cool down." She tried to smile but she was frustrated. She needed him, had to have him, but she couldn't. At least they had a chance to talk a little before things had taken this turn again. Hopefully, it would eventually get easier. Time...learning that they couldn't just do what they wanted. But she didn't imagine it would be an easily learned lesson.
Lucia rubbed a hand over her face, feeling the blood rushing through her pink cheeks as well as other locations of her body. She took a breath and pushed it out her nose. "We will talk again soon though. I'm worried about you. I just...cant keep my hands off you today either." She briefly leaned in to kiss his forehead. A soft 'thank you' was spoken against his skin. For reminding her that she should stop even though she was certain he hadn't wanted too.
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Post by Killian Cruz on Dec 18, 2017 23:46:58 GMT
he didn’t wanna let go as she started to move away from him. His fingers still held onto her as she got off his lap. ”We do.” he agreed but it was reluctant. He just had to keep reminding himself that he wasn’t doing this for Felix but he was doing this for Lucia. Lucia wanted this relationship to succeed and who was he to ruin that for her? Despite his ill feelings towards her mate, of course, he didn’t want her unhappy and most certainly not unhappy with him. So as she stood he watched the very weak smile try to come to her perfect lips and he sighed quietly. It was times like this he really wanted to bash his head in for how hard it was to behave. This was going to be new and a very rough experience but he supposed with time and a lot of patience he would be able to learn how to deal with Lucia without getting so far in the physical spectrum.
”I look forward to it. Don’t stay gone so long.” he said gently, eyes closing giving her a weak grin. ”Of course.” he didn’t want to. Not at all and if it wasn’t for her willpower of getting off of him and now putting distance between the two of them he wouldn’t have. It would have gone the exact direction he knew it shouldn’t have. He let her go but it was painfully slow before he pulled himself up into a stand. He stretched trying to cool down his own body before giving her a nod. She would head one way and he another but at least now he knows where to find her. It wasn’t just going to be random run-ins. When he needed her all he had to do was head towards Aelfmenn. ”Catch you later, Kitten.” and with that, he turned on his heel and headed off. [Thread end]
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