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Post by Virgil- The Prophet on May 20, 2004 1:14:19 GMT -5
Virgil relaxes his arms and legs, lowering himself onto Trish. He kisses her neck, moving down her skin to her shoulder, "I've been lonely Trish. Sometimes I thought you'd never come back."
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Post by Trish on May 20, 2004 1:19:53 GMT -5
Trish reaches her arms around Virgil, holding onto the warm skin of his bare back. She slides her hands along his muscular back, feeling each differentiation from muscle or bone.
"How could you doubt me so? There is nothing that could keep me from you, not Mother... not anything.
And I am here now, I won't leave again."
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Post by Virgil- The Prophet on May 20, 2004 1:23:34 GMT -5
Virgil's tounge slides along Trish's neck, "I'm sorry Trish, I'll never doubt you again."
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Post by Trish on May 20, 2004 1:27:35 GMT -5
Trish suddenly flips Virgil, pinning his shoulders to the floor with her hands. She smiles.
"I guess I pinned you first."
She bends over him, his shoulders still held to the carpet by her strong hands, and kisses him on his lips. Her long blonde hair falls over his face and chest.
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Post by Illidan on May 20, 2004 1:28:59 GMT -5
Futsu and Illidan leave the Ministry of Economics.
The stroll leisurely toward a cafe.
"So...Mr. futsu, I am Illidan, I work for Kaschei. I didn't catch your first name...."
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Post by Virgil- The Prophet on May 20, 2004 1:36:59 GMT -5
Virgil slides his hands up Trish's arms and settles them in her soft blonde hair. He'd worried he might have forgotten how to do this over the last seven years. But now, in this moment, it felt like time hadn't passed at all, everything came back to him. Thought was something of another time. Trish was all that mattered now. "I guess you won. What's the prize?"
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Post by Trish on May 20, 2004 1:41:14 GMT -5
"I thought you would have figured that out by now."
Trish kisses his mouth, her own lips soft and inviting. She still holds him to the floor as her kisses trail softly down his neck and trace the line of his collar bone.
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Post by Catherine on May 20, 2004 1:43:25 GMT -5
I smiled, partly to myself.
Not likeable? Are you sure? I have to admit, I was worried that you already had a girlfriend... My thoughts then wandered to the clothes. You don't, do you? I asked, sitting up.
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Post by Virgil- The Prophet on May 20, 2004 1:46:03 GMT -5
"Ya, I never win these little matches, you'd think I'd be used to it by now," Virgil raises his head, nibbling Trish's ear, his tounge slowly working around her ear.
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Post by Mark on May 20, 2004 1:50:54 GMT -5
i look at her little hurt ... catherine... i wouldnt do that to anyone...., no i dont have one..., . i sigh. ... as for the clothes... thats something i picked up from dinari... he buys some women's cloths for his guests.... and made me buy some once.... i smile slightly. but no.... i dont have a girlfriend 'already'
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Post by Catherine on May 20, 2004 1:57:19 GMT -5
I turned towards Mark.
I'm really sorry. I should've trusted you. I held onto his hand, smiling a bit. I'm truly sorry... I then closed my eyes and went to sleep.
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Post by Mark on May 20, 2004 2:00:59 GMT -5
i frown as i look at ehr.. ... no, im sorry for that.... i shouldnt have said that... i know that you trust me.... more than anyone has before. i lay down, and smile slightly, i put my arm around her hoping it would be ok. i close my eyes and slip away into a light sleep
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Post by Trish on May 20, 2004 2:01:25 GMT -5
Her hands let up on his shoulders as his tongue follows the grooves of her ear. She is a strong willed, amazingly hard and cruel fighter, and yet when Virgil touches her, she becomes putty in his hands. Her skin starts to tingle as his hot breath meets her ear.
She turns her face and looks into his eyes, her own surely reflecting the unmistakeable intent that lies within her mind.
"Virgil..."
She kisses him fully, oh his mouth. Seven years of stored passion and energy welling up inside of her, even though she felt as if no time had passed. It was there, waiting to form into action. She kissed him deeply, drinking in his sweetness, finding solace in the warmth of his mouth.
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Post by Virgil- The Prophet on May 20, 2004 2:10:48 GMT -5
Virgil kisses Trish, kisses her like he's going to eat her from the mouth down. Seven years of pent up lust, resisted temptation breaking down around him. For seven years he has resisted the urges of his body, living by what he believes, trusting his love would return. Not once has he failed to resist. Now, at long last, the need to resist is gone. This is his love, the one person in all the world for him.
"Trish..."
Virgil's eyes are changing. The green grows sharper, a faint glow behind the colors making them shimmer. His pupils are growing, becoming verticale slits and not the round dots of a normal person's.
"Should we move to the bed?"
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Post by Trish on May 20, 2004 2:18:05 GMT -5
"Allow me."
Trish hoists Virgil into the air and flings him onto the bed, before jumping on top of him. She kisses his jaw, his neck, his shoulders; her lips wandering over his body, reaquainting themselves with the wonderful curves and warmth of his skin.
"Is this what you had in mind?"
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