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Post by Seraphina Bloodworth on Nov 15, 2007 3:15:05 GMT
*waiting, she looks at him, confused when he finally drops his wand*
*snatches it up, and pushes it into his hand again*
It's not as if I've never been Crucioed before. You know exactly who and what I am, and I had no problem doing it to you, you seem to enjoy it surprisingly much for an Auror...
*turns his cheek with one hand, forces him to look at her*
*taunts him*
I'd think you'd be a bit more like Rook. He was still perfectly willing Crucio me when I least wanted him to but deserved the punishment, and we're practically family. But you can't even do it, not when I ask you...
*raises an eyebrow sardonically, hoping she'd gotten to him*
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Post by Athaniel Rookwood on Nov 15, 2007 3:26:49 GMT
*It had gotten to him.*
*He stood up and crawled on his knees taking her hand into his.*
Your right - Seraph! Please forgive me.....
*He pleaded*
I'm begging you....begging you.
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Post by Seraphina Bloodworth on Nov 15, 2007 3:35:06 GMT
*narrows her eyes, secretly enjoying him trying to stay on her good side*
*smirks*
Don't mistake me for a weakling, Ace, I might take that as an insult.
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Post by Athaniel Rookwood on Nov 15, 2007 3:37:08 GMT
*His eyes widen, he folds his hands together, still beesching her.*
What?! Seraph, I-I would never do that!
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Post by Seraphina Bloodworth on Nov 15, 2007 3:39:38 GMT
*grabs his wand and opens his hands, wrapping his fingers firmly around it*
*bends down to whisper in his ear*
Prove it...
*stands, looking down at him, before turning away and climbing into his huge bed*
*stretches out, waiting*
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Post by Athaniel Rookwood on Nov 15, 2007 3:44:14 GMT
*He took his wand back.*
*Debating in his mind, really not wanting to set off Seraph again.*
*Several minutes went by, he sighed, cleared his throat, trying to clear himself of all emotion, pointing his wand at her.*
*He moved to her, bent down and kissed her with trembling lips.*
I'm sorry....
*With all he could muster*
Crucio!
*He shouted.*
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Post by Seraphina Bloodworth on Nov 15, 2007 3:51:32 GMT
*smiles as he kisses her*
*feels the curse slam into her, the familiar pain ripping through her*
*doesn't scream, having already been conditioned to the pain through her training*
*feels a powerful pleasure even as her insides scream in agony*
*only choked gasps escape her lips, she supresses the tears that threaten to flow*
*closes her eyes and tries to recall the exhilaration she'd felt when she'd Crucioed Ace, drinking in his own pleasure*
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Post by Athaniel Rookwood on Nov 15, 2007 3:55:14 GMT
*Closes his eyes, and opens them again, a sudden surge overpowering his sadness and fear, almost like Seraph present in him "helping" him along the way as he intensified the curse.*
*He moved closer, gripping his wand, sitting on the end of the bed.*
I love you Seraph...
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Post by Seraphina Bloodworth on Nov 15, 2007 4:00:34 GMT
*hears him, but is unable to reply*
*tries to project into his mind, unsure if he can hear it through her inner anguish*
I... love you... Ace...
*bites her lip, but remains calm, squirming and writhing as waves of pain bolt through her*
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Post by Athaniel Rookwood on Nov 15, 2007 4:03:59 GMT
*He holds the curse for several more minutes then lowers his wand, placing it on the nighttable, he sits next to her, brushing his hand through her hair, and gently kissing her lips, trying not to choke up.*
I'm sorry...
*He whispered in her ear.*
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Post by Seraphina Bloodworth on Nov 15, 2007 4:07:16 GMT
*lets a sharp gasp when he stops, panting and gasping for breath*
*feels herself damp with sweat, her limbs sore, but relieved*
*sighs into his kisses*
I told you... I wanted it...
*closes her eyes, letting him soothe her*
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Post by Athaniel Rookwood on Nov 15, 2007 4:09:27 GMT
*He sighed and closed his eyes.*
*He kissed her and comforted her, he placed a hand on her cheek, and wiped off the sweat, kissing her eyelids.*
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Post by Seraphina Bloodworth on Nov 15, 2007 4:11:31 GMT
*tries to curl into him but finds her arms and legs too stiff and sore*
*settles for just resting her head beside him, eyes still closed*
*thoroughly enjoys his loving caresses and kisses*
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Post by Athaniel Rookwood on Nov 15, 2007 4:13:37 GMT
*He gently crawls over her, laying by her, stroking her sore spots and her face softly.*
She was morning, And I was night time, I one day woke up, To find her lying, Beside my bed, I softly said "Come take me..." - You are the sun, I am the moon, You are the words, I am the tune, Play me...
*He sang softly.*
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Post by Seraphina Bloodworth on Nov 15, 2007 4:17:38 GMT
*tries to hide her wince as his hand travels over her bruises*
*smiles as he sings again, loving his voice*
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