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Dante was tired, his nerves strung thin and he felt like he'd just done the Iron Man. Archadia had never been so depressed and submisive before and it was really irritating him. But he knew she was still coming into her own and after being effictivly ******** over by Bast, she needed the support. His support to be accurate.
Setting his staff into the corner of the small room that was his own, he took a deep breath and released it in a relaxing huff. His shirt was the first to go and he stood in his room naked form the waist up. He was sweaty and sore, but loved the way his muscles ached with use. But he could only imagine how Archadia felt. She had taken quite a beating today and not once did she stop or ask for a break. Every time he knocked her down she got right back up and was ready for more. At one point he thought she asked him to hit her again. She had changed a lot since she had come back, and now that she was away from Bast she had changed even more. Turning around, he listened as she walked up the stairs slowly, her pace was tired. She stopped at the door of her room and leaned against door frame hard while opening the door with one hand. He hadn't noticed before, but her shoulders looked bruised. It wasn't from their sparing and he knew it, it hadn't been long enough for bruises to form yet.
"Arc?" He followed her into the room and watched as she fell face first into her bed. "What happened to you shoulders?" She didn't answer, her usual stubborn self coming out to protect her inner self. "Don't make me force you." She flipped him off over her shoulder and grinned.
"Bite me." Reaching out he put a hand on her lower back, his hand large and warm and searing her skin through the sheer top. Her body instantly reacted, shaking with a close mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Go ******** yourself." She managed out between clenched teeth and he shook his head giving her a little 'tsk' 'tsk'.
"You know better than that." Reaching up he twisted his hand into the fabric of her shirt and made it disappear. She was to tired to move or care at that point. But he could see that her shoulders were indeed bruised, swollen and slightly lumpy.
"They hurt." She said softly and he felt a light smile on his face.
"Well no wonder you goof. If you had said something I would have been able to keep this from happening."
"What is it?" Sitting down beside her on the bed he reached out and carefully drew his fingers over the tender flesh.
"It's your wings. You picked up a lot more than Time Slipping from Bast. You also got anything else he might have picked up from someone other than you." She groaned and rolled over onto her side facing away from him.
"This is almost as bad as getting an STD. Only instead of getting something that could be treated I get ******** b*****d." Dante chuckled and patted her shoulder lightly.
"Don't worry dove, he'll get his soon. Now would you like some help with your pain?" Arc nodded and closed her eyes. She was so tired, so warn out and wanted to stop fighting the feelings building up more and more every day.
When she had first met Dante, the very first day she felt more bells and whistles go off than ever before. It was an instant attraction and not just because he was the most perfect example of a man. This went down into her soul. Only later did she find out that they had been kindred souls, connected in way that most people only dream of. But the attraction had been so sudden and forceful she was scared of it and tried to stay as far away from him as possible. Going as far as to hide herself away in a time and form he would never recognize. But then she found herself back in the one place she hated yet loved to be. Once Jason had left her high and dry, enemies of her own family, she found herself with Bast, hopping for some peace from a passive bystander's point of view. But instead she found herself in constant question of herself, always being left to wonder while Bast flirted about with the other ladies of the town. Then once Bast's little whore came back he was gone and she was left alone yet again, with more than she could handle.
So where was she? Back with Dante, fighting the fear of passion in her soul and stuck in the middle of a war, just learning how to walk in the grand scene of things. But right now she was tired, wanting nothing more than sleep and rest to build back up her walls and masks to keep everyone out.
Dante felt an odd swirl of emotion pass through him and back into her. It was like a breath that came from her and into him, then back into her. It was a sense of letting go, giving up. And it was heart breaking. Closing his eyes, he pulsed a slow and warm healing wave through her body, making sure it remained in her shoulders to help with the swelling.
 Commie Fanny Whammer · Sat Aug 21, 2010 @ 01:27pm · 0 Comments |
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