Afterglow † Baron
Laura » Administrator [Aka Levi Jada]
Posts: 143
(5/6/05 7:01 pm)
:: the morning after [p]
>>laura<<
Private for the Xanne-fluff.
If you’re reading this, be warned that the characters in this thread are NAKED. That is all.
>>corey<<
Building, building, building, oh fuck he was going to lose it!
And then he woke up. Man, it was weird to dream about having sex with his best friend. When he opened his eyes and saw Sita next to him, he realized that it hadn’t been just a dream. They were both still quite naked; the grass around them was flattened, and the only thing covering them besides the golden light of the rising sun and the sky was a coat—he wasn’t sure if he or Sita had dragged it over them post-coitus, but it didn’t matter since the coat, together with their combined body heat, fought off the chill of the night.
She was facing him and in her sleep looked so peaceful…he brushed a bit of hair out of her face, trailing his fingers down her pale cheek. He didn’t know how last night had really happened, but it had, and now they were here together and…what were they now? Still just best friends, or were they more? Lovers, certainly, but he doubted Sita would want a repeat. Anyway, Corey wasn’t very interested in sex; it was the relationship that mattered to him. If it involved sex, great, but he could care less. He could go jack off in a dark corner and get the same satisfaction he got out of sex though, admittedly, sex with Sita was more than just physical fulfillment, that much he remembered, though most of the night was a blur.
He stared at Sita and wondered what it was, exactly, that he felt for her. Love, certainly, but what kind of love? Was it the sort of love that you read about in novels with heaving bosoms and sighs of longing? Or was it the ordinary, every day love that brothers felt for their sisters? He couldn’t sort it out. So he propped his head up on his hand and stared intently at her, trying to distinguish just what, exactly, he felt.
Love was something he’d never taken the time to understand.
At first she didn't know where she was. One crimson eye creeped open, and she saw the sky. All well, back to sl-- Hey, wait. Her eyes sprung open quickly. Something didn't feel right here. She wasn't in her box at the Opera House. She was outdoors, in the fields as far as she could tell. Which didn't make sense, as she didn't generally sleep in the fields. Corey was gazing at her, which was another odd thing, and she sat up in alarm to find... She was naked.
The fuck!
Then she remembered. She remembered their night of passion, and what had happened. She gazed at Corey and sighed softly, wanting to crawl into his lap and sleep. Instead, she asked, Where're my clothes, Cor?
Afterglow † Baron
Laura » Administrator [Aka Levi Jada]
Posts: 148
(22/6/05 1:45)
:: don't [know] love
>>laura<<
It’s alright. I still love ya.
>>corey<<
He thought he would never understand that way she made him feel, would never understand women at all, would never understand love at all. But as Sita opened her eyes, Corey thought he just might be able to come to grips with it—some day. He let go a sigh, looking into her red eyes until she turned and looked into his. He let her words linger in the air for a moment, savoring the sound of her voice. Finally he realized he had to acknowledge what she’d said, and he shrugged. “Around here somewhere,” he replied with one of his signature Corey grins, his turquoise eyes glittering at her. If she looked around, she’d notice her underwear still hanging over them from a stalk of corn a little ways off. The rest of their clothing was strewn about, the only things nearby their shoes and coats.
He rolled back onto his back, staring up at the sky. There was something pleasant about this; he didn’t feel as strange lying naked next to her as he would have thought. Granted, if someone had told him a week ago that he’d have sex with Sita, he probably would’ve laughed. But the act itself had been more than pleasant, and he knew that the two of them would take something away from this that couldn’t be explained—a little piece of each other’s hearts. She had him wrapped around her little finger, could make him do any little thing just by asking. He wasn’t aware that the same went for her, thinking that she was completely in charge of him, even while she had a weak spot for him.
He continued to grin as he folded his arms behind his head, looking up at the clouds in the sky. There was one up there that looked a bit like…like Sita’s mouth, actually. And another that was shaped just like the scar he knew hid beneath the bandage on her arm. Unconsciously, he touched his side gently with the tips of the fingers of one hand, tracing the triple parallel lines of his own scar. It was his subconscious that had prompted the action: telling him tonight would be the full moon.
xi Sita Afterglow † Bishop
Xanne » Administrator [aka Ennui Svajone]
Posts: 87
(22/6/05 2:29 am)
wanna know why
sugar wishes won't change what's real
Whoo, replies.
live by the code thatcha got to move on
Tonight would be the full moon.
Groggily, Sita flung herself back down and curled up at Corey's side, her forehead near his ribcage. A pounding sickness violated her stomach. Nuuuh... ugh. She squeezed her eyes shut and draped one arm over Corey's midriff, not caring anymore what day it was or where she was or how much this was going to screw up their friendship. Her other arm, her injured one, went over her stomach. She felt peculiarly flueish, and she didn't like it. Then, who likes feeling flueish?
Yuck, she muttered softly as her stomach twisted again. Cor, I don't feel well.. Her voice was beginning to sound like that of a little girl, someone scared and co-dependant. Her stomach wasn't letting up, and she was getting the idea that she might be sick. She opened her eyes halfway and gazed up at Corey pleadingly. Take me home, Cor. I don't feel good.
Somewhere in her, she knew Corey would take care of her. He always had. And that meant more than she knew, as within her, seed took root and plunged into her for a nine-month stay. She didn't know -- Nobody did -- But her life was different now. And still, Corey was there for her. Her voice was soft. Please...
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Laura » Administrator
Posts: 150
(22/6/05 21:04)
:: it's just me
>>laura<<
Html sucks.
>>corey<<
When she curled up against him, something in his stomach clenched. He had a good sense when it came to Sita—after all these years, it would be hard not to know when something was wrong. He thought he could almost feel her pain as she put her arm over his bare stomach, her skin cold against his. He always was warm-blooded. He silently put his arms around her as she muttered to herself, bending his neck to press a kiss to her forehead. That was another one of those actions he couldn’t explain; it just felt right to do so at the time.
He was right, as usual. She thought she might be sick. He cursed under his breath and stroked her cheek gently with the back of one hand as he wrapped the coat around her naked body. That done, he sat up and looked around, reaching over and grabbing his boxers. He pulled them on and went in search of the rest of their clothes, gathering them up in his arms. Once he’d found what he could (his shirt was inexplicably missing) he came back, setting the bundle down next to her. He looked at her for a moment, so small and vulnerable…his heart went out to her.
Corey instinctively knew that she wouldn’t be able to dress herself. He could see just how pale she was, could almost feel her nausea coming off of her in waves. It almost made him want to be sick. But he swallowed the bile threatening to creep up his throat and sorted through the pile, pulling on his jeans before he moved the coat away from her. He slid her underwear back up her legs and helped her back into her bra, fastening it carefully. He didn’t stop until he had her fully dressed and wrapped, once again, in her trench coat. He put his own jacket on, shoving his feet into his shoes as he looked down at her with a mix of sympathy and devotion—plus a hint of an apology for what he was going to do next.
In a mirror of that night in the train station, he scooped her up in his arms, holding her close to his chest, silently pushing his jacket out of the way so that she could nestle against the warmth of his bare flesh. This didn’t need words—he was just being Corey.
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Safety. It was a funny sort of word. Safe, for a child, is in his father's arms, which are holding him tight. Safe, for an animal, is a warm den or home with a family. Safe, for Sita, was anywhere near Corey. Anytime Corey was close, she knew she was safe. It was just a given that he would always protect her, and as he dressed her, and held her close to him, she knew it was just the same. She tried hard to help him dress her, but her stomach wasn't allowing for it, and she was dizzy. She settled for being limp and posable.
Close to him, she felt a little better. She rested against him as he carried her, and swallowed hard when she felt she'd be sick. She would have time to throw up vital organs back in the Opera House, before she passed out and went to sleep. For now, she was just going to rest.
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Laura » Administrator
Posts: 152
(23/6/05 12:27)
:: you and me
>>laura<<
Meh, this one's short too.
>>corey<<
Corey didn't need to say anything to Sita as he pushed through the fields, weeds grabbing at his heels, stepping on who knows what. She knew that he was thinking about her and getting her to safety, and he knew she was thinking about how he was always the one who was there for her, no questions asked. It was true; he was always there. He'd been there for her in the tunnels of the train station, he'd been there for her after she'd murdered her family, he was there for her every time there was a full moon. It was just what he did, who he was. He wouldn't be Corey without Sita.
The journey to the Opera House took less time than he'd expected. He kicked the doors open, walked up the stairs, and down the hall towards her box. Again, he kicked the door open and brought her inside, setting her down gently on what passed for her bed. He stroked her cheek with his hand and looked down into her eyes as he crouched beside her. "Want me to stay?" he asked softly, his hand moving down to take hers. He would, if she asked it of him. Her wish was his command.
Problem: The hell does an opera house box thingie look like? *Researches* I'm just going to fudge it.
live by the code thatcha got to move on
She nodded weakly. Sita knew when she was beaten, and she was definitely beaten right now. She curled up tightly in a ball, trying hard not to shy away from the gently caress of her best friend. She needed him now. Please stay... She hated how broken her voice sounded, so weak and tense from the pain she was in. And pain had to be serious to affect Sita like this, because she had a good strong pain tolerance.
She'd suffered enough to build a near-perfect tolerance.
She pointed to her bag, which was on the ground. The bag was the one she'd packed all her things in when they'd come here, including her compound first aid kit, which came in handy often. Get.. something for my.. stomach.. she muttered, voice still sounding shattered, before her eyes slipped closed. And she tried hard, tried not to cry.
Afterglow † Baron
Laura » Administrator
Posts: 153
(23/6/05 18:29)
Re: we belong together
>>laura<<
Uhh…it’s about ten feet square, I’d guess, usually with about four or six chairs. There’s usually a low balcony, some of which can be closed off with velvet curtains like the stage curtain, usually in red. Most things in an opera house are red, actually. You can kinda make up the rest.
>>corey<<
Her weak voice made his stomach clench again. She was in real pain, he could tell. So he gave her had a reassuring squeeze and went over to her bag, pulling out the first aid kit. He opened it and rummaged around in it for a while before he found something to treat nausea, and he removed one of those as well as a painkiller. There wasn’t any water handy, but he could go get some. “Want me to go down to the water fountain?” he asked, pills in hand. He looked over his shoulder at her, getting up and closing the curtains on the box. He doubted she’d want all of the light, albeit weak light, coming in to bother her eyes.
He watched her carefully, his palm open, awaiting her answer. He wasn’t going to go anywhere, not unless she told him to, so he crept back to her side and transferred the pills into her hand, closing her fingers around them. He fussed over her needlessly, pushing what passed as her pillow up further under her head, always gentle, always caring. He had no cause to be anything else.
Sita shook her head quickly. There was no way in hell she wanted Corey to go anywhere. She had a water bottle, she simply couldn't remember where it had gone. She didn't care. She took the painkiller and washed it down with pepto bismol, muttering something soft about the taste being rancid. Then she wrapped her thin, cold fingers around one of Corey's wrists and tugged.
Her intention was clear. Cor.. Her voice was low, soft. Pleading. Hold me. Please.
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Laura » Administrator
Posts: 154
(23/6/05 20:14)
:: i'll scrape you up off the floor
>>laura<<
<3
>>corey<<
He remembered something vague about a water bottle and was about to go searching for it when she downed the painkiller with the pepto bismol. He nodded and sank down from a crouch, coming to actually sit next to her. He arranged her hair around her pale face, wiping away a trace of bright pink that had dripped out of one corner of her mouth. Her grip around his wrist was feeble and he saw the pleading look in her eyes and heard how soft her voice was. He nearly winced, but he kept himself from doing so, gently breaking her grip and kissing the back of her hand.
He stretched out next to her, his feet hanging off the end of her pallet. He put his arm gingerly over her, protectively. If this was some bug she’d caught out in the fields, he didn’t care if she gave it to him; he’d endure the pain and the nausea and the fever and anything for her.
Back in Corey's arms, everything felt okay again. Her stomach still felt sick, but she was sure she wasn't falling ill. It was something else, something off. Still, she figured it was just an illness specific to Arciero, and she would be just fine in a few days. If Corey kept holding her, she'd be fine forever.
She snuggled close under his protective arm and smiled, which ended up as more of a half smile because her ability to make her body cooperate with her mind was slight to none. She felt tired and drained, and laid her head against Corey's chest, figuring putting her head down a moment would help.
Then she fell asleep, just as she was beginning to murmur, I love you.
Afterglow † Baron
Laura » Administrator
Posts: 155
(23/6/05 20:35)
Re: must be love or something deep and divine
>>laura<<
More love. <3
>>corey<<
He held her close, her clothed body against his bare chest, enjoying their proximity and feeling glad he could help her, even if it was only her request to hold her. He would serve her in any way possible, anything she asked, he’d give. They both knew that, but they both also believed that the other was fully in control of them. That bit of their relationship was a bit strange.
He yawned despite himself, pressing a light kiss to her temple. He could feel her weariness like something tangible in the small room, and it was rubbing off on him. After their exertion of the night before, it made sense to be tired. So he just held her, saying nothing. When she spoke those three words, he smiled slightly, kissing her forehead. “Love you, too.”
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