More Real (Delaney, Tripp)

[Lovely]

Name: Delaney Resher Alias: Del Age: 24 Location: Chicago, IL Played by: Lovely Likeness used: Alyssa Milano

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Name: Patrick Carlisle Alias Tripp, Pat Age: 30 Location: Chicago, IL Played by: Tripp Likeness used: Orlando Bloom

[Lovely]

June 21, 2007
Afternoon
Chicago, IL

The golf club fell from her hand with a thump on the carpeted floor of their living room, her brother was motionless on the floor. He wasn't breathing anymore, she'd just had to bash his head in with her father's golf club after he attacked her. He'd been crazed.. so had her mother.. just like so many others around them going instantly insane and becoming violent. She couldn't speak, there were no words for what she'd just had to do. Roger stood not far away, her mother's body on the floor across the room. She shook her head as he tried to tell her it was alright, holding up her hand and cringing away from the sound of those words. "No.. no it's not.." She whispered, backing away from her brother's body. The tears starting to slip silently down her cheeks. Delaney turned to head into the bathroom down the hall near her room.

She didn't know how long or how short of a time she'd been in the room or how she ended up where she was, huddled on her knees in the tub, sobbing. The shower was running, turned all the way up on the hot side, but she didn't even notice the scalding water pouring over her and making her skin beet red it stung and nearly whipped her with it's force and temperature, leaving welt like marks on her here and there where it hit bare skin, she was fully dressed still, hadn't even taken off her shoes.

Patrick hadn't heard from her, hadn't seen her, what was he to think? Delaney was either dead or in hiding. Whichever the case, he couldn't stay away, not knowing for sure. Expecting the scene he found in the living room, so similar to others he'd seen before the news stations went dark, what he didn't expect was Delaney's absence from it. Where was she? The hiss drew him through the rooms, one by one, following the sound and being leery of looters, or the merciful dispatchers still being within the otherwise-quiet home. Roger? His friend was also missing from the scene though that was hardly unexpected. When had he ever been there for her to help when he should? Patrick's thoughts reeled through the darkest of dark scenes envisioned before peering in each room as he passed, coming closer to the washroom and the source, the running water he now recognized though it sounded strange. The next scene was one that altered before he'd gotten so far as opening the door. It was opened for him... Roger! It was hardly worth the thought with the way the man lunged, covered in blood, acting before thinking... infected, Pat was certain! No, don't... were the last words Roger had said in that moment, the swing of the crowbar sinking the metal into soft flesh and scraping into bone underneath. He couldn't take the chance having seen the rest of the house and the blood on the man. He swung again.. and again. His friend, a companion for more than a dozen years, lay motionless. Pat slipped the covering from his face to breath and leaned against the wall, listening to the strangeness of the water in the shower. A voice, soft sobs... "Del?" He gasped for anything resembling air and pushed away from the wall, strangely exhilarated, charged yet cautious. He picked up the crow bar and moved into the washroom to find her in buckets of steam, folded against the pulsing stream. He reached in and shut the water down, first cooler, then softer, then off.

She was shaking, still crying though in seemed to grow more quiet as he shut of the water. For a moment she didn't seem to know he had, then her head slowly shook. "It's not alright.. it's not alright.." Her hand came to wipe at her cheek and she looked up to see the oddly covered man, but his voice.. and his face.. "Patrick.. Patrick.." She gasped out his name, her face softening and showing the relief at seeing him. "You're alive.. you're.. oh god.."

"Hardly a god, but thank you," he joked, though the humor seemed breathless and awkward. He looked down over himself, how he must have looked. He scowled at himself and gave her an apology with the quiet sigh, reaching for a towel to mop off the gore and ensure that none of the blood came near to her. "Though I am alive. By a hair."

"I.." She close her eyes and leaned against the wall of the tub for a moment to catch her breath. "I'm glad you're alive.. one person left in this world that I.." She opened her eyes and looked up at him, reaching to slowly pull herself up, so she could be more face to face with him, her fingers stretched to lightly touch his cheek. "I thought maybe I was imagining you."

He shook his head and dove for a kiss with a fire he didn't understand coursing through him to be shared. It was relief and laughter, warmth and calm wrapped together and sweet despite the darkness of what he'd just done. "I'm more real now than I've ever been, pet. We need to get you out of here. It's not safe."

She whimpered softly and returned the kiss with a sudden burst of life when his mouth came down on hers. Her fingers fanned over his cheeks and for a moment the horror was forgotten and there was just this kiss. "I'm.. not safe.." She replied as she looked into his deep dark eyes. "I.. I.. " The horror returned and she closed her eyes, her lips trembling. "We were supposed to leave, my bag is packed in my room.. he just went to check the van.. I.. I had to.." Her hand gestured in the direction of the livingroom as she tried to tell him what she'd done but the words were choked.

"I know you had to. I'm sorry," he whispered hoarsely, consoling her, letting her feel his hand on her cheek, ready to swipe the tears away with the water that dripped off her hair. "Dry off quickly. More will come and more after that. Looters, squatters, more infected.." He wasn't sure how to tell her about Roger. He'd left him in the hallway.

She nodded her head, leaning her face into his hand a little. "I will.. could you get some clothes from my room, my other sneakers are in the closet. There are still clothes in the dresser, I only packed a little in my bag.. will you grabb that too?" She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Um.. Roger.. he's probably .. I have no idea what he's doing." She laughed softly. "Not that it's anything new."

"Trust me, he's useless to us.. as always," he grinned faintly though she knew his eyes held something back as they darted. "I'll get your things. Finish up in here, alright? Don't go near the window and stay in here until I come for you. I'm not sure there's not others outside already."

She tried not to be afraid, she wanted to just be brave and 'tough', but everything that was happening made it hard not to be terrified. Delaney nodded her head, a slight tremor washing through her as she reached to bace herself against the wall and step out of the tub. "Tripp... don't be gone long... please.."

He nodded and pulled the crowbar back into his hand, giving her a strange look. He slipped out the door, closing it quickly behind himself. She didn't need to see, be more afraid, feel more lost than she already did. Her own mother and brother, a sick father and now...? Patrick pulled the shell of his former friend fully into the other room, mopping the mess from the floor as well as he could. The trails of red through the hall could easily have been from Delaney or himself from walking through. He couldn't take the chance of it entering a cut or scratch, so much as a papercut and it would seep in. He discarded the rags in the room and closed the door then went about gathering Del's clothes, feeling how strangely soft and delicate they seemed in his fingers at the moment, fragile and temporary in a way. Hearing sounds he could easily have imagined, he turned and completed his tasks, tugging the stuffed satchel and grabbing a couple pairs of her shoes as well before coming back to get her. He knocked solidly and waited.

Once he left the room, Delaney let a couple more tears slip down her cheeks as she stripped out of the wet clothes, tossing them into the tub, not that it mattered much where they landed. She used a towel to dry off and brushed her hair as she waited.

When the knock on the door came, she was crouched on the floor, digging through the cabinet under the sink for anything flamable. The solid knock startled her and she knocked a few bottles over which clattered to the tile floor. "Crap." She muttered, for half a moment worried about who might be at the door, but realising if they were... like the others, they wouldn't knock. Still she looked around for something to protect herself with, the plunger would have to do. She grabbed it as she spoke to the 'door'. "Come in.."

Opening the door to such a greeting made him chuckle and pause before he tossed her bag at her feet. "Planning on sucking my lungs out to kill me? We'll get something better. C'mon."

"I can still hit you with it." She replied with a little more of her usual sassiness, his chuckle helping to make things feel normal for a brief moment. She set the plunger down and reached to take her clothes from his hands, pulling her bag up on the counter to give her more room and in case he hadn't brought under things as well. As she reached out for the clothes, she tugged the towel with her other hand to pull it off and tossed it into the tub with the rest of her clothes.

"Mmm... very nice. Too bad we're in a hurry." He admired openly, holding his fingers up in a frame and envisioning a few new pieces he wanted to paint onto her. He looked carefully, curious now. "How's your little bit of silver healing?"

It was light but sort of a full body blush as she felt herself get warm under his gaze, words, and finally his question. "Umm good..I think, maybe you should check it to make sure. I've never had one before.. and not really anyone else I'd ask to.. later.. later, I .. getting dressed. Thanks." She reached behind her to clasp her bra and shook her head at how he got her all 'bothered' just by looking at her like that, with those eyes.. d*mn him..

He moved his hands down slowly, inching the 'frame' over her as he considered a few things for himself. "Pity. It's not like it's really necessary, yeah? Oh... right... keeping things off you that aren't me," he smirked. He took a step back to peek out the door. "Don't go to extremes. Wear the bag if you want."

"You think we'll even make it down the hall if I wear just the bag?" She countered, since he'd started it with his comments about keeping things besides him off her. She pulled her sneakers on and tied the laces, before reaching for the shirt he'd gotten her. Tugging it into place she quickly pulled her hair back into a ponytail and looped it into a loose bun.

"We would. I'm not staying and neither are you. Del, take a deep breath and promise me you won't look, you won't stop, you won't even slow down. Once we go, we're not coming back here," he said slowly, ernestly concerned that seeing any of the reminders between here and the door would cause her to break down worse.

She turned her gaze away from him, looking down as she gripped the sink. She took a deep breath and slowly nodded her head. "I.. I had this thought.. I can't bury them.. but I don't want them just sitting there rotting.. can we.. b.. " She sighed and ran her hand over her hair. "I hate this.."

"No." The word was nearly silent. He shook his head. "You know, you've heard the same as I have. There's no time to dig and no proper way to ... not even burning them, Del. Not until we're sure we can even stay in the city."

Her eyes closed and a couple tears slid free. She nodded, taking a few deep breaths to get herself focused again. "fine.." When she opened her eyes they were free of tears and she reached to pull the strap of her bag over her shoulder. "Then let's go.. wherever we're going." She licked her lips and turned to look at him. "Do you think he left...?" She asked, Tripp hadn't mentioned seeing Roger and she hadn't seen him since she left him in the living room.

"Knowing him, I can guarantee it. Not one to live up to expectations... even mine. I've found a place I think you'll like. It's a step up, even, tough to break into.. even if I managed it, but that's not the point. Deep breath....?"

"Well you are above average in your skills so.." Del smiled just a little and gripped the strap of her bag in one hand. She took a breath in slowly and deeply, then nodded her head that she was ready to go with him.

"Am I? I'll need to test that when we get there. May take hours and hours of practice to perfect," he teased, reaching out to her to pull her closer. "Straight ahead, down, out and on to a new life, Delaney. I'll be beside you the whole way."

"Am I awful to feel happy about leaving with you? Everything else hurts so much.. " She moved closer and let the hand on her bag curl into a tighter fist. "Let's go."

"Not awful, just overwhelmed. Three... two... one....," he yanked the door and ushered her with him, taking the crowbar and keeping her from opening any doors or looking down other hallways, or tried. Home was still home and there was little he could do to fully keep her from grasping at treasured memories in the shadows.

She had already packed what she could in her bag, of the life she was leaving behind, it wasn't alot but a few treasured things. Mostly it would be memories of what it was like before all this had happened. What she really wanted and needed was leading her through her nightmare to the door and whatever was on the other side. As they started out, she realized there was one thing she'd like to grab and she turned quickly to dart into another room to get it but stopped in the doorway with wide eyes at the bloody mess on the floor. Her hand came up to cover her mouth and she started to step back and pull the door closed again.

His voice was stolen from him, the door already opened to the discovery. "Don't.. go in there," he tried, but it was too late. Patrick leaned to the wall, not sure what else he could say that would be enough. "I'm sorry. The way he.. I had to."

She let out a shakey breath, biting her lip a little as she tried to find something to make sense of what was going through her head at the moment. The door clicked as it closed tightly and she stepped away from it. "You li.. don't do that again, not tell me something... even if it's bad.. okay?"

He defended himself sharply, "I didn't lie, Del. I was trying to soften the way I was going to tell you. You've seen enough... done... enough... and he's done more to you by not ever being there. I wasn't lying when I said he didn't live up to expectations, he didn't. He's worthless, yeah?" He chuckled nervously, pained at the loss of his friend and the act he'd committed. "It's not worth the breath to argue it, he's gone. They're all gone and we need to go before we're next."

Her head turned sharply and she nearly glared at him. "I didn't say you did." She snapped back. "I started to, but realized that wasn't what it was and that's why I stopped and.. you didn't tell me.. I understand why. Just.. don't do it again. I'd rather have you tell me before I find.." She squared her shoulders and tilted her chin slightly. "You're right about the rest though, we should go. Leave all this behind us."

Fade to Black .... End Scene

[Lovely]

June 21, 2007

follows: More Real

Del was expecting something different but was relieved that they wouldn't be living in some 'bomb shelter' underground. She hadn't said anything since their exchange of words after she'd discovered Roger's body. She didn't know what to say, she couldn't say it will be alright, as she knew just how that felt to hear and that it wasn't really. No matter how well they dealt with things, nothing about what happened was alright.. though they might get to 'alright' at some point.

She walked around the flat, a little coming around to face him once he was done securing the door. "Where do you want me to put my stuff, my bag." She tugged at the strap as if to clarify what she meant, though there wasn't much question of that.

"Anywhere. It's all home," he grinned, shrugging off his stained shirt to put in the bag for the fire later. "Your home, now. About damned time, yeah? Should have been a long time ago."

Her gaze had been on his face but she couldn't help letting it drift down and follow as he shrugged off his shirt. "We didn't know then what we know now." She said softly, licking her lips a little. "..and with my dad being .. he died, three days ago." That was said even more quietly, followed by a deep breath. "Bedroom? It's mostly clothes and a few personal items.. it pretty much all belongs in there." Her gaze had lowered with her voice, the floor was very interesting, no really -why else would she stare at it?

"I didn't know. I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice carrying through the chill of the air with a pale warmth of unusual sincerity in its melody. His shoulders rose and fell slightly as he pointed around the corner. "Through there.. wherever you want it. Delaney.. we will get through this. I'm sure it's nearly over already."

"You haven't... you don't have a bedroom.. or is there more than one?" She asked, not wanting to focus too much on the 'real' things outside this bubble she was making to help her get through what had happened. "I know we will.. together. We'll get through it together... "

He chuckled. "More than one, but I supposed you were wanting to perhaps share, yeah? Mine's through there... my brother's is empty, across from it."

"Well I don't want your brothers." She gave him a slight smirk and turned to head in the direction he'd told her but stopped after a couple of steps and looked back at him. "Sure you don't want to give me the tour?"

"Mm... perhaps what I want to give you means you need to stay put over here, yeah? The rules have changed, Del. It would be proper to show you in, leave you to yourself, let your thoughts slide around restlessly in your head until they catch fire.. maybe I had something slightly more engaging in mind."

Her eyebrow arched as she regarded him and shifted her bag off her shoulder, letting it fall to rest in the closest empty chair. "Well.. all you had to do was.. " She beckoned him closer to her with a finger the 'reeled' him in.

"Ask? Me?" He laughed though he moved closer to her as she called him to her. The cloth that had covered his hair was slipped free and flung at the bag for burning leaving his curly raven locks to snake free. "Shhh. I don't think we should leave any of those questions between us now." His voice dropped as he reached to pull her into his arms.

"I wasn't going to say ask." She grinned as he pulled her into his arms, her snaking around his shoulders as she brought her eyes up to his. "..take.. mm you look more like if you want something, you go get it."

"That, I do." His nod worked him closer to a kiss though he watched her, feeling for any tremble, fear, worry, anything to make him think anything different than what seemed so real.

If there was any fear in her it wasn't of him or his feelings and desire for her. If any fear showed it would be directly related to the world outside, though she wasn't thinking of that world at the moment. She was focused on the tickle and warmth of his breath and his lips so close to hers. "Well, what are you waiting for?" She whispered as her hand slid to the back of his neck and she lifted up closing the gap with a firm kiss.

He'd been waiting on her, for some time since realizing everything his friend.. his former friend... had been leaving behind. Once long ago someone, maybe his mother, had taught him to respect, but the man had earned none before or now in his passing. This was Delaney's world, her turn, her opportunity to be set free and now Pat would be the one to help her fly. He lingered with the kiss, deliberate and slowly learning more about her. He pulled away for a breath, taking her hand in his, though he kept it near his shoulder. "That... was what I was waiting for. Now, whatever else needs done, needs doing before dark. I haven't finished foiling the windows yet and the light leaks out."

She softly smiled her agreeing sentiment about what -they- had been waiting for. She'd longed for him for so long now she almost didn't know when it had started. Their talks and how he laughed at her jokes and really listened when something was bothering her. How many times had Rager laid passed out feet away from where she sat pouring her heart out to his best friend? Right now wasn't the time to dwell on those thoughts, but her heart was beating faster in responce to the kiss she'd just shared with Tripp. "Two perfectly good hands right here." She wiggled her fingers and offered him a smile and her assistance. "Show me what you need me to do to help you."

[Lovely]

June 28, 2007
Chicago
Tripp & Delaney's apt

It was nearing dark and still he hadn't gotten it put together. The image in his head had been perfect, flawless, but the pieces were from too many places and sources, some obviously standard and others metric, not quite meshing like he'd planned. Patrick fussed, his jaw tightening as much as the screw that wouldn't move where he needed it to make contact and make the circuit work. Again the wire came loose around the base and he had to unwind it again. A low growl of determination rolled out as he focused on the tiny boards and loops. "It will work! It has to. High school dropouts can repair these at $120 an hour, you'd think... ow! Damn it to bloody... gah!"

Delaney had been watching him out of the corner of her eye as she put away other supplies and pieces they'd gather for things to 'fix up' later, as well as food and drink to keep them going for a bit. The set of his shoulders and his jaw, the occaisionally muttered words and curses.. she knew. Bottled water in hand, she wandered over to the table to set the water down within reach, her hand sliding over his shoulder and her lips brushing his cheek lightly. "Well there you go, you should have dropped out of high school, it just doesn't pay to stay in school these days." She gave him a small grin as she 'plopped down in the chair across from him on the other side of the 'work bench'.

He heard her but his jaw was set on not saying other things he had to say at the electrical core he was working on to get the generator working again. The brush of her kiss softened his expression a little. It wasn't her that had him riled though she might be in the path if he pitched it wherever he could in a moment. "They say crime doesn't pay either. What's your point?" He glanced up briefly, a nearly-there smile huffing out with the exasperation as he focused again on holding the wire in place until the screw was down.

"No, but crime is alot more fun than school!" She bit her lower lip, trying not to grin too brightly at him as her eyes sparkled with the tease. She watched him and tried to encourage a little more of a smile out.

"Says you. In school I could get credits for it. Now I just get holes and more bandages around my fingers, yeah?" He cringed, pulling his finger up to his lip though he didn't seem to mind the pain as much as messing up the circuit with the blood. The mark was small and easy enough to ignore as he picked up a different screwdriver and worked at the thing from different angle. He glanced up again as she'd gone quiet. "What are you smiling at?"

She propped her arms on the table and set her chin on her hands, smiling at him still. "You.. I'm smiling at you... and thinking about... mm I'm not telling you."

He gave her a look like she was the one who was slightly out of touch, a raised eyebrow and then back to his work. "Then tell me why this isn't working, pet. I've spent three days on it. Looks like... we're still going to have dark when it's dark. And no hot water, still."

"I don't know why it's not working, you haven't let me help you. You've been snippy for three days." She countered lightly, though not mad at him, she completely understood why. "You really need to think positive.. moonlight is more romantic and we could.. lick each other clean like cats.."

"Hot steamy showers are romantic too, yeah? I'd be less snippy if we could boil anything. I'm dying without coffee. How's that for positive? If all we have is licking... so be it," he sighed, putting it down before he forcely sent it off.

"Yes.. I hear they are.. and I'd love to try one, but you need a break before you break that." She pointed to the piece he had now set aside. "See.. easy, now breathe in.. and breathe out.. release all that negative energy." She was smiling at him again. "You don't sound as excited about the licking as you should be, this could be very damaging to my ego and your chances for a tongue bath."

"Hmm maybe you're just not listening close enough. I'm plenty excited, like you. Catnipped, yeah? Care to share, pet?"

[Lovely]

"Keep calling me pet and pretty soon I'll be wearing a little leather collor with a bell and crawling around on all fours." She chuckled and reached over to tap his arm lightly as she shifted and leaned over the table to hover near his lips. "You want some of my nips?" Her knee came up on the table and over she crawled, slinking a little. "Meow."

"I'll make a point to stop by the kennel on the way home, yeah? Black or violet?" He chuckled, watching her and how she moved just so. The gadgetry was forgotten for the moment.

"Both? You know a woman's mood can change so often.. and accessories make the out fit." She whispered, brushing his lips teasingly and then nibbling, gradually giving him deeper kisses. She shifted more and nudged him to let her come down on his lap.

"Mmm hello kitten. What was I saying about boiling? Having it dark and steamy may not be so bad, yeah? Hungry?" He returned the kisses he was hungry for and moved away from the workbench just enough for her to rest comfortably.

Delaney smiled a little, wrapping around him as he left just enough space for her to fit in his lap, snug against him. She parted from the passionate kiss long enough to whisper. "Mmm.. see that, what you really wanted was right here.. much easier to find in the dark anyway.. yeah?" She teased him by turning his phrase back to him, with a soft laugh and a lap of her tongue over his throat.

"You are nipped," he chuckled, craning to enjoy the attention. In this bunker of sorts it was easy to forget the cruel realities outside, especially with such a find as the girl in his lap and the treasures they'd collected and brought home. It was like Solomon's Keep in many ways except this sultan had only one adoring member in his harem. Her laugh was musical and inspiring, making his own smile peek out now. "You win. Anything you want, it's yours, pet. Except..."

She giggled again, rewarding his surrender with more languishing attention over his neck and collar bone. When she finally made her way up again, she brushed over his lips ever so softly. "Except...?" She nudged her hips a little to get him to reveal her limitations in what he'd give her, though honestly all she wanted at the moment was held in her 'snare' already.

"Anyone else," he insisted quietly around mirrored brushing and nipping, not that there was much to fear there as far as competition with the scattering of humanity that was still left safe and sane, if any.

She smiled, nearly purring under his attention. "I don't want anyone else." She whispered, stretching and curling to give and recieve the slow sweetly torturous affection. "You know what I want?" She chuckled quietly. "I want to be the queen of your world, your every desire mine, your every fantasy of me.. I want you to only want me.."

He tipped up against her attention to look her directly in the eye. "Can I still wish for coffee and a shower?" Dark amber searched her eyes, serious, cold, then a sudden spark as he smiled again. "After this... very... important message from our sponsor, yeah?" He chuckled again and agreed to her wishes.. the center of his world.. themselves the center of the very living universe.

Her eyes met his as amused and teasing and serious as his were. Even if she was more bubbly and cheery than he was, they were well matched. The world went insane and they found perfection in their small space in it. "You can, but you may have to learn to appreciate cold coffe and baths." She kissed him softly. "I'll help you with working on getting them hot later, if you let me.. but right now I believe we have some other things heating up."

"Shhh... I'm appreciating," he cooed, kissing down her cheek and lightly breathing his warmth over her neck, though he looked past her shoulder at the confounded device, trying to will it to work while he worked on her.

She shifted her leg and half sighed, half giggled as the seam of the skirt she was wearing tore a little. She didn't say anything, but reached her fingers to try and feel where it had ripped and how badly.

[Lovely]

The rip pulled his attention back to her and he caught her hand. "Leave it. It's a new fashion statement," he grinned. "Who's to see it let alone care?"

She kissed him and shifted to breathe warmly over his neck, letting him move her hand from the tear. "Mmm.. but if it doesn't cover me, what's the sense of wearing it at all?"

"My thoughts exactly. Tell me what does make sense. I might be listening."

"Mmm you'd enjoy that wouldn't you, if I just wore nothing all the time.. would make for interesting supply runs don't you think?"

"A delicious decoy for those ugly infected zombies? No, I don't think so, pet. But... when we get back... hm? You, me..." His fingers tugged a little at the small tear, threatening to make it deeper and more revealing still.

"I think something could be worked out.. what do I get for being your naughty little nymph, hmm?" She teased him, with kisses along his jaw line.

"Half of everything... almost everything... me, you'll have to take whole."

"It's a deal." She grinned, shifting back just a little so she could look at his handsome face. Her fingers trailed over his neck and cheek bone.

"A deal, yeah? Maybe I should have gone 60-40... driven you down just a little... further?" She leaned and shifted and followed, shifting just so.

"Mmm I think 50 - 50 if good for us, equal partners in it all, in everything.." She reached to nibble his lip a little. "Mmm .. You can have it all, as long as I have all of you."

"That's a tall order... think you can really handle all of that?" His grin was dark and his gaze darker, teasing more as the tear slowly worked it's way longer and looser.

She breathed slowly over his neck, kissing and nibbling softly. "I've been longing to for.. so long.. " She spoke softly, pausing in her exploration, with her cheek barely resting against his, her breath flowing over his ear. "For too long you were a breath away, too many times I wanted to give in but couldn't. You were right there, yet so far away. I dreamed of you at night, now that you're with me.. I want all of you, every touch, every kiss, every sigh, everything I denied myself for morality's sake.."

"f*ck morality," he muttered back as she rested close and warmed his ear and neck. "Better yet... let me step into your dreams... deep and dark, lovely."

She nearly whimpered the word as her fingers curled into his har and her other arm wrapped more tightly around him. "Please."

"Manners? Here? Charming... but not needed. You want it, just take it," he whispered.

She shifted and her smouldering gaze met his, her lips twitching at a smile as her hands drifted down to adjust things to accomidate her taking what she wanted right there. "If you insist." She teased as she shifted again to take him.

"I do insist. This town is ours... and I am ... mm so very yours, pet," he purred as she settled about showing him exactly what she wanted.

"The world outside has gone crazy, yet right here with you, everything is perfect.." She sighed leaning her head to his shoulder as she gently rocked in his lap.

Fade to Black .... End Scene