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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Feb 6, 2005 20:47:51 GMT -5
((The van was parked in America, I should've said that we took a teleportation booth there, sorry))
Sakari starts the van, which is now packed with anarchists, a psychologist, and literature.
I smile a goofy sentimental smile. It's been far too long since I've belonged anywhere.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Feb 6, 2005 20:51:11 GMT -5
We head into bed, and I wrap my arms around him, and start kissing his face.
"It's been too long..."
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Post by Pierre Proudhon on Feb 6, 2005 20:51:42 GMT -5
This is going to be fun I think. Pierre turns to Wyrm.
Sure I'll play that game with you
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 6, 2005 20:55:57 GMT -5
Bassarov sits down on the bed with Mischa. He kisses Mischa, but then get's up suddenly.
"I forgot I have to shut down the computer. I have to shut it down."
Bassarov goes to the computer and shuts it down on the whim of some strange impulse. He sits back down next to Mischa and kisses the base of his neck.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Feb 6, 2005 20:57:58 GMT -5
I don't think much of him shutting down his computer, and continue to kiss him. I feel strangely dominant today, and lean forward, pressing him down onto the bed, kissing around his neck, and up to his ear.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 6, 2005 21:03:09 GMT -5
Bassarov closes his eyes and feels as though he is sinking or melting. He feels warm, but not from passion, he feels warm with some mental affliction. He starts to perspire and become pale. He removes the rest of his clothes for the hope that maybe it will cool and calm him.
"I'm burning alive. It's so warm in here."
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Post by Lady Violet on Feb 6, 2005 21:05:54 GMT -5
The purges have quieted down and work returns to a normal pace. I leave the office and go home for the afternoon. I haven't spent much time with Hikari and I'm sure she must miss me.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Feb 6, 2005 21:07:39 GMT -5
"No, it's just you." I reply, too caught up in the moment to worry about the fact that something might be wrong with him. He is burning up, but think nothing of it.
I wrap my legs around him, and lick up his chest, sliding my hands up and down his body.
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Post by Lady Violet on Feb 6, 2005 21:08:34 GMT -5
"You should let me dominate you more often."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 6, 2005 21:10:45 GMT -5
Bassarov's eyes flash open in fear when he hears Lady Violet's voice. Mischa has been replaced by the party leader. He has been tricked. Violet can change her shape and used Mischa's body so she could trick him.
"You'll resort to anything, won't you?"
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Post by Lady Violet on Feb 6, 2005 21:12:02 GMT -5
"You need to relax. You're much too tense."
I grap hold of his arms and lean down for a kiss.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 6, 2005 21:16:02 GMT -5
"Do you really think you should be doing this? Someone will find out and what...what will they think of you?" Bassarov asks in a scared but deffiant voice.
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Post by Lady Violet on Feb 6, 2005 21:17:18 GMT -5
"What? Are you going to tell someone? They wouldn't believe you."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 6, 2005 21:18:07 GMT -5
"Why must you torture me like this?"
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Post by Lady Violet on Feb 6, 2005 21:19:40 GMT -5
"You aren't putting up a fight. Maybe I'm what you've wanted all along."
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