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blood on the leaves Dec 27, 2013 21:27:52 GMT -5

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Post by CARMEN ALVARO on Dec 27, 2013 21:27:52 GMT -5

She had been asleep for a long time.

Countless dreams had come and gone through the duration of her unconsciousness, blending together in a large gray mass by the end of it all. By the time she had finally stirred, the day had turned to dusk and then back to dawn once again. Served her right, though. Her head was killing her, the pain being the main wakeup call, dragging her horribly slowly up into consciousness. A procession of images, memories that did not stem from her own experiences replayed themselves in her mind's eye. At first she didn't understand them, but as the cloud lifted from her person, she remembered what she had been doing prior to her awakening. The realization made her shoot up stiffly, her surroundings much unlike the ones she had fallen asleep looking at. She was in a bed, one she had never slept in. The woman took in a deep breath as she surveyed the alien environment. She was still badly disoriented, the drowsiness seemingly growing in her moments of rest. Carmen had not felt this tired in a long while.

Her feet slid from the mattress on to the wooden floor below, supporting her weight as she rose to her height. She was still dressed in the garments she had worn during her last bout of consciousness. A loose shirt and leggings hung from her rather sadly as she tried to brush the wrinkles away. Carmen attempted to do the same with the clumps of hair the hung limply about her face. Her fingers alone could only do so much.

She knew where she was. At least she assumed she knew. A grandeur view of a lake greeted her from two stories below, the large windows that were fixed to the walls revealing all that could be seen from such a height. The barracks where she herself lived were not in the image the windows provided, further cementing her theory on her current location. Why had he brought her here?

After another moment of wandering and gathering her thoughts, she went to the door that connected this room to the hallway outside. It had been left ajar, so she swung it open quietly before padding out and shutting it behind her. The door made a quiet click, the only sound that came from her actions. Carmen found a staircase to the right of her, and made her way towards it. She had to get out of here if she wanted to spare herself from any further embarrassment. Hopefully her host had not seen nor heard her stir.

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blood on the leaves Dec 28, 2013 11:37:53 GMT -5

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Post by KING on Dec 28, 2013 11:37:53 GMT -5

"You're awake."

Try as she might, sleeping beauty only made it to the final step of stairs to only see King rounding the corner. He hadn't heard the pitter patter of her quite feet against the marble nor the sound of her creaking limbs. Instead, he had felt her movement around his domain by her reiatsu alone. In her peaceful slumber, her reiatsu sat still and quietly as if it were the embers from a flame that had burnt out long ago. However when she stirred, it was as if the flame had been reignited and birthed a new life once more.

"I'm surprised Carmen. I've never seen anyone sleep as soundly as you for an entire twenty-eight hours." To be frank, it was extraordinarily rare that anyone could sleep for such an extreme length of time. It didn't take an experiment to attribute the longevity of her nap to her shaky sleeping patterns. He had desired to discover some sort of solution, but Carmen's stubborn reliance on her own methods prevented an end to her nightmares. Even though she did rebuke his remedies, he fully supported her own tactics to achieving a means to an end, despite how unsuccessful it had been so far.

As King and her eyed one another, she would notice that he stood in garbs more comfortable to his previous life. A simple cotton shirt with grey leggings to be exact! It was probably odd seeing him without his formal shinigami attire, but if one couldn't truly be themselves at home then where else could a freedom be allowed?

It wasn't until then that he realized that she probably was trying to leave without gathering much attention that he raised his brow. "Oh. Were you on your way out Carmen?"

A slight hint of surprise enveloped his stature as if he had thought she would do otherwise. He realized her mannerisms when it came to intruding, but this was far from that in his own mind.

It was exactly the very opposite.

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blood on the leaves Dec 28, 2013 18:33:50 GMT -5

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Post by CARMEN ALVARO on Dec 28, 2013 18:33:50 GMT -5

His voice didn't surprise her. Did she really think she could sneak around him? She had been foolish if she had legitimately thought so. Carmen looked over at him with a slight grin, surprised to see him in something other than his formal attire. He looked... well.. Carmen bit her lip, the smile growing a bit as she halted in her procession down the stairs. "Yes, well. This is how my sleeping schedule tends to work." She spoke softly, taking him in. Damn.

Her energy had returned enough to supply her usual charm. Of course it was still a bit subdued thanks to the vastly inappropriate attraction she held for him. For some reason the smile she had donned had yet to fade away, however. It was still ghosting the tips of her lips as if something pleasant was clouding her thoughts. Hell, maybe something was. She did feel astoundingly well save for the headache that beat angrily within her skull. The drowsiness had faded and, for once, had not lingered at all.

His question of her current objective made her lips fall from their upturned state. He sounded surprised for some reason. Perhaps she misheard the tone of his voice. Surely he wished for her to leave him?"I would hate to be overstay my welcome. You've already had to deal with me for so long." Carmen confessed, the words falling sadly from her mouth as she looked down at her bare feet. To be honest, she didn't really want to go. That gnawing sense of professionalism of hers simply demanded that she must. "Thank you for taking care of me, King." She spoke in a more casual tone, one that surprised even she herself. Where had all of this courage come from, anyway?

"Let me repay you somehow, alright?" Carmen nearly offered to make him breakfast. But that would mean more time spent in his presence. She wouldn't mind it, of course. But he was probably ready to see her off. That's how men usually were, from her own experience at least.

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blood on the leaves Dec 30, 2013 23:44:40 GMT -5

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Post by KING on Dec 30, 2013 23:44:40 GMT -5

With a smile and a bit of a laugh, King couldn't help but teasingly sympathize with her sleeping habits. She had slept in his bed like some sort of log and he probably would've called over the fourth division taichou if she had slept for any longer. Carmen's lady-like nature was apparent by her manners. She had felt that she had worn out her welcome and King didn't have any space between her words to deny that she hadn't been a burden. This side of her was much more sweeter and down to earth than the one he surveyed in the field. Her eloquence was damn near astonishing and King lost the need to interrupt her, ever so content to just listen to her endlessly. She finally reached a point in their conversation where she offered repayment for all that he had done. He felt crossed whether to let her leave or let her go. Not that it was truly his decision, but she didn't feel like a woman that typically lingered around.

"I mean, I'd love it if you stayed Carmen."

Those were the right words and the wrong words. He never meant to say it so quickly or confidently, but it just came out. He stood there and leaned against the wall as she stood taller than him on that last step. Part of him was astounded by what he had said and dared to wonder if she had grasped the reality of his words. He had the courage to not reel it back or dampen his words, but didn't want to go into them. There wasn't any time limit in his remark but forever would've held up nicely.

"But you can do whatever you really want. I'm sure I'll see you around again soon if you don't." he exclaimed, not wanting her to feel trapped and forced to go wherever he went.

Hopefully she chose the right action.

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blood on the leaves Dec 31, 2013 0:49:16 GMT -5

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Post by CARMEN ALVARO on Dec 31, 2013 0:49:16 GMT -5

"I mean, I'd love it if you stayed Carmen."

There it was again. She had remembered him speaking like this in her last memories before she had faded off into darkness. Carmen studied him thoroughly, picking apart his expression, scrutinizing every detail in order to locate some misunderstanding. She couldn't find anything of the sort, what she had heard was something he had obviously meant. Her slitted eyes widened again, her face returning to its strangely giddy state. "Is that so? She asked, a look of slyness crossing her features. He then offered her leave in case she didn't wish to stay. How courteous of him.

Carmen stalled on the final step, leaning her weight against the railing as she watched him. He had gotten closer to where she stood, willing her to make a choice. She looked down upon him from her perch, the slyness fading into gentleness. The usual hardened mask she donned was nowhere to be seen, lost in the hours of sleep she had taken. Nothing of it remained, leaving her as vulnerable as an open book. She liked it this way, though. Standing there with nothing to hide relaxed her, it was far less work than trying to keep everything hidden away.

"I would love to stay."

She murmured, taking his words and making them her own. Her eyes had dropped to her feet during the confession, but she had found the courage to look up at him again after the words had been spoken. She couldn't quite tell what he was thinking, though she didn't really try to. Her mind was swimming with her own thoughts and her own feelings at the moment. She snapped out of it after a few prolonged seconds.

Carmen joined him on the first floor, closing the distance between them so that only a few inches remained. Her heart was pounding for some reason. She was looking up at him now, and she felt incredibly... intimidated. Had she gone too far? Her mind would make her think so, and make her think many other things to boot.

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blood on the leaves Jan 6, 2014 14:06:50 GMT -5

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Post by KING on Jan 6, 2014 14:06:50 GMT -5

As a researcher, people looked towards King for answers. And without fail, he constantly provided the answers that they needed. But in the glimpse of time that rolled by after Carmen reciprocated his emotions, the shinigami almost felt lost and without a solution. It was the first time he had rendered himself defeated, but this wasn't the type of loss that hurt. It was the very opposite.

In his eyes, King had everything to gain by investing in her. Patient to a T, King wrapped his mind over her benevolent words a second time. He didn't have any scientific research to prove it, but there was a certain rhythm and method to their performance. And they were syncing at a level that few even could exhibit with their iron zanpakutos. King was about to turn and press into the kitchen, but was stopped after Carmen's height returned to being snugly underneath him. She stood closer than before and it reminded him of one of those silly mafia movies that he hadn't viewed in a while. He couldn't remember if the typical story ended with the good girl falling for the bad guy or vice versa, but there was a neutrality in them that presided over the themes. When Carmen risked that step forward, King's feet glued themselves to the marble floor.

It was early and she had just waken up. But there was this twinkle that sat in the center of her eyes now. She knew what she was doing, and King couldn't deny that she did it well. To an extent, he still wanted to walk away and resume with their normal night. Yet as he stood there, he realized he couldn't and settled for breaking the silence.

After all, this was the one thousand and eightieth incessant night. There was no true reason to tarry any further.

Daringly, his hands reached for her garments and willed her to the close the unbearable inches she created. If she had any ounce of resistance, he didn't notice it. Or he was too intoxicated by her to heed it much attention. He dipped towards her with a bravado that was unheard of before sealing his lips against her own. They weren't officially lovers, but it held the same sort of passion that lovers did. The idea that he had been foolish and too preemptive struck him initially, but it was far too late to abide by any sort of rules. And he gave her the duty to decide when to interrupt their moment, not wanting it to be a peck or dangle on for too long.

That is, if that's what she wanted.

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blood on the leaves Jan 7, 2014 20:18:35 GMT -5

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Post by CARMEN ALVARO on Jan 7, 2014 20:18:35 GMT -5

She didn't resist.

When his hand found the fabric of her shirt, she had already adjusted enough so that the inches between them were no longer there. Her dark eyes burned with an intensity similar to the one she find swimming in his own, and she held his gaze until his intentions were clear. Her hands were curled against his chest, her fingers curling around the loose fabric of his shirt as she stretched her height to meet him halfway. Her eyes slid shut as she fit her lips to his own as natural as if it had been done thousands of times before.

Never had she felt so comforted by such a gesture in her life. For the majority of Carmen's existence, the thought of sharing any form of intimacy with anyone was accompanied with a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach. This warmth that filled her now was alien, though not unwelcome. Carmen relished in it, rejoicing in the confirmation that these feelings she had suppressed for so long were reciprocated. All it had taken was a single daring step. Even so, she didn't let the kiss turn stale, withdrawing when the time was due. Carmen kept her face close to King's, his breath touching her flushed cheeks. Her features were soft, her eyes still burning. She dared to extend a hand to his face, brushing his cheek with her thumb as she sat back on her heels.

"How long?" Her voice was soft, but they were close enough that he would be able to hear it.

They had become so assimilated to one another over the course of the one thousand and some days they had spent together that it was silly to think that his own fondness of her had come on a whim. She felt silly for holding out so long, but treading carefully was a signature part of her character and it applied to everything she did. If there had ever been the slightest chance that he did not feel as she did, she would still be content just being at his side. Love was a complicated thing, and she was never one to obsess over the intimate details of it all. Simply serving under him had been good enough for a long time. Though this newest venture in their relationship was exciting and left little to complain about. It had been a long time coming since the first night she spent in his company.

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blood on the leaves Jan 11, 2014 6:39:15 GMT -5

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Post by KING on Jan 11, 2014 6:39:15 GMT -5

The heat that resonated from their osculation could've swallowed the sky into a sea of fire. The physical connection had rekindled a bliss that he had long forgotten, and temporarily quenched a thirst he kept suppressed. But with just a taste of the specific lips that had bitterly eluded him, she effected him in the manner of a drug. The closeness of the pair refused to shift, even after Carmen retracted their bond and conveyed her gentle touch to his cheek. The entire nature of her gesture was beyond comforting, and instinctively, King moved further into the cradle that her hand created. If there was ever a time that the taichou displayed a moment of weakness, then this was the opening that many had been longing for.

According to numerous and different tales throughout history, the flaw of every great man had been their boundless appetite for the carnal flesh of a woman. They were the trophies and bragging rights of men to excessively flaunt in fits prideful arrogance. In exchange, women received whatever their heart desired whether it be willingly or by planting a seed in the brain of the man foolish enough to attempt to cage them. As one could see, King knew a great deal about the vulnerability that came with the possession of such an attachment. But in testament to the power he had been so cautious to approach, the aftermath of their brief entanglement left him devoid of reasoning or logic. He had barely heard the words that emptied from her mouth over the sound of his chest beating to have another go.

"Long enough Alvaro. Long enough."

That was the only answer he gifted her with as he leaned forward so the tip of his nose brace against her own. It was true. At times, he predicated that the result of their nights together weren't going to reach this climax. But standing in this current scene, he realized his faith was far more rewarding than he imagined. None of what he previously thought about women didn't matter to him in the least. If she was going to be a chink in an armor he spent his lifetime sculpting, then so be it. It was an exploit that he welcomed all to see and dared any to challenge.

"I take it your answer is the same, no?" he exclaimed, curious to see if she had the ability to pinpoint the exact situation when she realized she fell under his spell. Women tended to have a knack at never forgetting.

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blood on the leaves Jan 12, 2014 17:36:32 GMT -5

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Post by CARMEN ALVARO on Jan 12, 2014 17:36:32 GMT -5

Carmen didn't answer him right away. There never really was a time where she didn't love the man, although the meaning of that word had always been shifting. Her lips twitched with a sly grin at his own response, the expression reaching her gaze when her eyes slowly crept from looking downwards to studying his face. The air was thick between them as she breathed him in, delighting in his scent. Her eyes became heavy, all previous signs of playfulness drowning in the black of her irises.

Why had they denied themselves for so long?

Her arms moved to meet behind his neck as she fulfilled both of their unspoken desires. She kissed him hungrily, her body pressing itself into his own. The sweetness and the restraint practiced in the first kiss they shared had disappeared altogether as she dared herself to go farther.

She was quite unused to being the aggressor in situations like these. Being forward had never been one of her defining characteristics. Carmen was cautious in everything she did and yet she felt liberated from such discretion with this man. This aggression she possessed was newfound and incredibly exciting. King, she assumed, felt the same way.

She held no ounce of fear as her lips traveled from his to brush against his jawline and his neck. Carmen's eyes opened, still as dark and as smoldering as they were before, her lips never once leaving his skin as she retraced her path upwards before settling back upon his mouth. Her hands had retracted from their previous position, laying themselves neatly on his chest again. When she withdrew for the second time, her breathing had gotten heavier for the thickness in the air had only grown more dense. She hated tearing herself away from him, but she did owe him an answer.

"Yes." Carmen muttered breathlessly, her heartbeat pounding loudly within her ears. "The first night. When you let me in during my episodes of insomnia." Yes, that is when her respect for him had changed. And for a thousand and some days she kept these wishes suppressed. Now those unwarranted desires flowed from her in waves, in tune with the fast pace her heart had set. She held his gaze as her fingers hooked themselves to the collar of his shirt. The heat between them had begun to grow uncomfortable, to say the least.

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blood on the leaves Jan 15, 2014 3:45:06 GMT -5

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Post by KING on Jan 15, 2014 3:45:06 GMT -5

And once more Carmen freely indulged in him and vice versa, both ignorant and reckless to any hazards their union could've provoked. Unknowingly, they had already imported a great deal of time and effort in their "courting", so it remained only human nature that they were bound to submit unto one another. Greedily, she demanded another taste of what he had to offer and he didn't deny Carmen of her appetite. The fact that she warmly engaged and started this second kiss demonstrated her confidence and fondest desires that she had kept bolted in the trenches of her beating organ. With her kiss growing deeper by the second and warmth suffocating him in a manner he adored, King returned her force to exhibit his own lust that he had cloaked from her for those endless days. It may have been debatable about who had the greater feelings for who in reality. But King felt the need to leave the unquestionable impression that it was him that won that nonexistent debate.

For a second time, Carmen concluded their intimacy. Unreasonably so, King felt it was short lived despite the eons that melted away at her touch. An eternity wasn't long enough to be with her, but he didn't speak up about the minor phony issue. He was content with whatever she deemed appropriate and his hands snugly wrapped around her hips in response. Their kiss had been broken, but he wouldn't release her so easily. No. He had finally gotten what evaded him most, and only a fool would allow that to run the danger of allowing it to get away again. To be more specific, even if Carmen was water, she still wouldn't be able to slip through his fingers. And as he clutched to her, she gave him the answer to the question that had been originally intended for him.

"The first night. When you let me in during my episodes of insomnia."

That's right. In the judgement of his eyes, Carmen stood without fault. She was a beauty of life that managed to escape the blemish that tainted every soul, even his. The streaky episodes of insomnia had been a curse of memories from yonder for her, but a blessing for him that dragged her to the beacon of light that remained lit in his precious study. For a moment, he entertained the idea that she never consumed his remedy for her plague just to see him. That she had ignored the decay and fatigue of her mind and body in order to reap the reward of sharing the night with him. It was a beautiful tragedy suspended in thought, but he dismissed it believing that she was far more clever than that.

"Are you sure that it is I you want Carmen?" he hopelessly reconfirmed. King didn't expect to hear her change her mind, but needed to make sure this was what she really wanted. In her favor, she had given him no reason to think otherwise, but he had to make sure that he wasn't taking advantage of her. Despite him giving her the option to retract her commitment, he fully stood indecisive about his own passion. He loved her. That much was clear. But to accept her was only to further make himself vulnerable. He wasn't one to opt to keep their relationship hidden nor private, so in due time the taichou was certain that many would catch on to their absolute fondness for one another.

"I don't want you to feel embarrassed when others see that you are mine. Contrary to our specializations, you're not something I want kept a secret." He understood that she too probably felt the same way. His purpose was only to put it into words and allow her to hear it from his own voice with the bond of an iron seal. Most of all, he reluctantly freed his hold from her waist and cupped one of her hands into both his own. It had only been several minutes since she had awakened, but they had seized and used the short time with alarming effectiveness. Raising her hand to his lips, he placed a gentle kiss against the outer surface of her skin before tracing back to her most curious eyes.

"I'll never stray from you Carmen. Les prometo que."

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blood on the leaves Jan 15, 2014 21:15:55 GMT -5

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Post by CARMEN ALVARO on Jan 15, 2014 21:15:55 GMT -5

He didn't let go of her when she withdrew, keeping her pressed tightly against him when she spoke. She didn't mind it of course; she could have stayed right where she was for as long as possible and remained content. Simply feeling his arms wound about her frame was enough to keep her demons at bay, and enough to make her forget all that worried her. Such lack of inhibition was dangerous, to them especially. They were already walking a fine line within the Soul Society, and adding this to the list would only mark them as easier targets. If he did truly feel for her as she did him, she could become a hindrance, a liability. She could hold her own, though. And she was smart. He had been smart to resist falling for the damsel-type, for even though Carmen enjoyed the security he provided, she didn't absolutely need his protection.

His doubt in her desires was an absurd concept. Did he really think he hadn't ensnared her completely? She moved to peck him gently on his neck before offering him an answer. "Yes." She breathed, the affirmation sounding silly coming from her lips. He was quiet for a while after that, the sound of their cascading breaths accompanying the comfortable silence between them. Normally, filling the void with conversation was something she felt she needed to do, but the quiet was a welcome thing. It gave them a chance to simply enjoy one another's presence without preoccupations.

The woman rested the side of her head against him, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart. Her eyes slipped shut and remained so, even as he spoke up again. Carmen inhaled deeply, rolling the words about in her mind.

Embarrassment was the last thing on her mind, to be certain. It was the threat their relationship posed to themselves that worried her the most. Love was strength but it was also weakness. She wasn't as willing to endanger him as he was himself. Carmen removed herself from his chest and looked up at him, her eyes still burning, dark and alive. All drowsiness had faded from her when he had first pulled her in. His promise didn't make her feel giddy on the inside. No, she stared right at him with the same fire in her eyes now coursing through her entire body. His lips against her hand was chilling, electrifying, even.

"Te amo." As if that wasn't already universally known. She still did not smile, the sincerity so apparent it made no sense to gussy it up with a smile or a flirty giggle. Such words were not meant to be played around with. When they were spoken, they had to mean something. They had to mean everything.

Her gaze was still aflame and it would remain that way for as long as they stood there together.

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blood on the leaves Jan 23, 2014 0:12:09 GMT -5

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Post by KING on Jan 23, 2014 0:12:09 GMT -5

He had left her wiggle room to escape from the promise of a different life. The life that he promised her wouldn't be easier, but the biggest plus was that they wouldn't be alone. In her he saw a sort of power and wisdom that he wasn't able to harness. The most amazing attribute by King had to be the fact that he donned an unreadable facade and meticulously picked at a stranger's character with accuracy. In a way, Carmen was the weakness to his strength. She had spent enough time around him that he knew she picked up on several of his habits and blind intentions. King was confident that he had enough tricks up his sleeves to deceive her, but his effort had to be doubled as a precaution. This isn't to say that he hoped to deceive her in any way, shape, or form, but only to demonstrate the perception of his stalwart companion.

She returned his love with her words churned in her native tongue. Just like his pronunciation in her language, it was crude and rough at points. Yet the patience she had must have allowed him to speak without her correcting him. And it was for that patience that he fell in love with her. The seriousness in her face only reflected the tone of their love. At that moment without telling her, King had already made up his mind that she would acquire everything that he had hid from others. The moments of joy, pain, agony, and despair were all for her to see. If she knew of his weaknesses, then she would understand how to mend and help him protect it. More importantly, their promoted relationship gave her access to the honesty of his words. Lying was essentially what he did best, but to show her that what they had was eternally real, then he needed to show her that there wasn't any secrets to hide.

Yet he said nothing more but loftily gripped her hand before heading back towards the very room she had awakened from. Though they had the bond of words, King hadn't sealed the deal physically. It was timely that she had rejuvenated herself with her slumber beforehand, seeing that their newest acts would leave her in the same exhausted state she had dreaded. Nonetheless, this time an imprint of pleasure was bound to mark her flesh and leave a lasting impression of his passion.

For a king wasn't truly a king until he conquered the bravest conquest of them all. And this conquest was one that he would savor and revisit for days to come.

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blood on the leaves Jan 26, 2014 14:06:17 GMT -5

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Post by CARMEN ALVARO on Jan 26, 2014 14:06:17 GMT -5

Her proclamation was not returned in the conventional sense. Though he spoke no words to affirm his own feelings, the way he accepted the two words she gave was enough. Carmen had never seen him in such a state of vulnerability, and in this state she saw everything. His gaze told all, and in it she felt incredibly content.

The time it had taken to put the pieces of this puzzle together had spanned more than three years and yet she had known of her own feelings when she was first given access to his personal thoughts. She had fallen for the cunning and the intellect he possessed. She had fallen for the broken history he held, one similar to her own. They shared an understanding of one another, and although the intimacy had only just been realized, the affection had been there from the very beginning. The fact that they had only just realized they shared such feelings made the whole journey that much sweeter. She was still lightheaded from the last kiss they shared, her lips aflame from the brief contact they had shared with his.

Carmen wanted nothing more than to continue on with what they had been doing, and it seemed he shared the same idea. The hand he had kissed remained in his grasp and he led the woman back towards where she had come. Her body had become hypersensitive from anticipation and the hand he held was tingling from the shared touch.

Her past had barred her from thinking intimacy was something to be enjoyed, and yet her newfound enthusiasm for it had been awakened so quickly she failed to recall why she had ever thought in such a way. Perhaps the difference in this situation was that she got to enjoy such primal behavior with the man she had given her heart to. This time it was not a duty being performed. Carmen was doing it solely for herself.

And it felt nice to be a little selfish for once.

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