Lost & Broken ( Patrick )

[Kazumi O'Connor]

OOC: Continued from HERE

"You are weak. Just let go and stop fighting it. You know that the other half of you is the only half that matters, the only half that will ever amount to anything. That is the part of you that is special."

The tip of the blade pressed into her stomach, pain shooting through her already battered and bruised little body as she let out a soft little cry of pain. Before all this she could handle pain, but now, now it was like the part of her that dealt with it was gone and instead, all that was left was this weak, fragile girl who couldn't take another hit, another cut...Couldn't take another moment in that chair.

As the knife drug slowly downwards, she would feel a sudden heat against her icy cold flesh. Blood. She knew it without even having to look...not that she could have, what with that massive hand clamped down around her slender throat, choking the air from her preventing her from being able to move.

Though she tried. Gods know she tried so hard. But she was too weak, the last few blows of his fists to her ribs and her stomach having left her winded, the cut on the back of her head where he had slammed her into the wall having caused a bout of dizziness that she could not shake. As he pulled the knife down further, she choked back a soft sob, not wanting to cry...She had cried far too much for him already, and every time she did, he laughed at her, he teased her....licking away her tears and then hurting her worse.

But even as she said she would not, a few tears escaped and streaked down her dirty little cheeks.

"See? You cry because you are pathetic. Nothing but a little whore for me to toy with until your other half comes out. Then I can be proud, then I can let you go...." He wasn't proud of her. He was ashamed of her. Something he made sure to tell her every time he was near her.

The knife pulled back, though she tensed in fear, not knowing where it would strike next...and then, she felt it...That cold steel pressing up between her legs, the tip threatening to press into her if she moved a single inch. "Give her to me, or I will truly fuck you like the whore you are." The slightest shift of the knife........

She shot up on the couch, a scream erupting from her and echoing through the small house as she coughed and gasped for air. Small hands would raise upward and clutch at her throat, swearing she could still feel his hands there, holding her in place.

Then, almost as quickly as she had woken up, she would throw herself back into the back of the couch, her hands going between her legs, feeling for blood, for any signs of damage. Only then, when she realized she was okay, when she realized that it was dark and that he wasn't there, did she finally break down and begin to cry so heavily that almost instantly it became hard to breath.

She still felt weak, her head was spinning and her heart racing within her chest.....yet she could not stop the tears as they continued to flow. Why couldn't she had just made him proud? Then he would have stopped hurting her. If she just could have been a good girl like he wanted, it would have stopped.

But he had never been proud of her. Why? Because she was a stupid slut. A pathetic whore. Nothing more than that, and that was all she would ever be. Or at least, that is what he had told her. Still, even as she thought this, another thought entered her mind. A thought of somebody who did not see her that way, somebody who saw her as....well as being special.

"P..Patrick?" Barely able to choke out the name through her sobbing and tattered breaths....Those eyes of her's trying to adjust to the light so that she could see what was going on in the room....but more importantly, so she could see where he was at. Last she remembered was him saying he was going to get her something to eat....But how long ago had that been, what time was it now? These questions and more echoing through her mind as she tried to push herself up, only to fall back down upon the couch as her legs gave way.

[Legion]

Patrick heard the scream and rushed upstairs. Where had he been? Down in the basement. Taking down the briefcase and the file. The file he had taken care to hide, as he didn't want Kazumi to see that. In fact he wanted things about him and Kev's plan to be strictly need to know, oh she'd find out about a lot before hand but all the same. It seemed like it could be damaging to their goals if Feht could possible figure something out. But besides that he had been downstairs doing a quick look over, preparing to prep the place. For Feht's torture, and well hopefully not Kazumi's, though that seemed somewhat likely.

But anyways he ran upstairs, passed the kitchen as he grabbed the plate of food he had prepared. Some cut up apples, and some of them veggie chips or whatever and a sandwich. Talk about role reversal huh? As he made his way into the living room he placed the plate down on the coffee table, sitting next to her and wrapping his arms around her.

"I'm here Kazumi, I'm here," He said in a comforting voice as she sobbed. He knew where she had been and while he may not have known the contents of the dream he had a pretty good idea of what was happening. Patrick would just sit there and hold her as he waited for her to settle down. Yes, they had work to do but that could wait until after she had settled down and eaten a little...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Panic had started to set in. She wasn't sure where he was, but he wasn't in the same room as she was, and though she knew he had been going to get her something to eat, she didn't think the house was that big. Yet, just as she was about to try and stand up once more to go and look for him, she felt the weight of his body as he sat down onto the couch, his arms wrapping around her and that soothing tone escaping next to her ear.

She sighed through shaky breaths and would continue to cry softly as she shifted to curl her small body against his own, her head burying against his chest as she drew in deep breaths which contained his scent, trying to allow that small detail to comfort her more than most other things could. She had to admit, for a moment there she had been scared he had left her again. Sure, she wanted so badly to believe him when he said that he was done running, and most of the time, she did. Perhaps she was a bit too trusting of him? Well, she didn't know but she supposed one day she would find out. But yeah....waking up like that, it was enough to make a person question every belief they had..."I...I am sorry J..Just a b..bad dream."

Yes she was apologizing. The last thing she wanted was to be a pain in the ass girlfriend to him. He had enough of his own demons to deal with, he didn't need her's as well...but that didn't mean she could help the tears or the constant trembling. No, she tried, but she failed. Nuzzling into him as she slowly began to calm down enough so that she was able to breath regularly and her tears didn't fall near as often.

At least that short nap had given her some better control over her emotions, that much she was thankful for. Finding it much easier this time to let his presence sooth her and bring her back to the reality of here and now instead of being locked away in that room with Earth.

[Legion]

"Ssssshhh, don't apologize, ye don't have to," Patrick said quietly. There wasn't any need for that. He didn't consider her to be a pain in the ass girlfriend. Besides, she has seen his demons, helped him with his. He wasn't sure if he'd be here if it wasn't for her. There was a fair chance that he'd of chambered another round and pulled the trigger if it wasn't for her. How could Patrick leave her now, in her time of need. Patrick gave a weak little chuckle, letting her know it was nothing more then a joke, "Besides, I think we're even. I've woken up like that, what, twice now? And I don't remember dragging ye across a bad neighborhood while ye were wasted out of yer mind. I think yer still ahead."

Patrick would pull back to gently poke her in the nose, with a smile. He did notice that she was calming much easier now. His hand went to hold her cheek, as he looked into her eyes, "I'm not running Kazumi. No matter what."

He had decided that the night they had met on the dock. Sure, he may or may not have to leave every now and then, but he would always come back. For better or worse he was staying by her side until the end or she wouldn't have him anymore.

Patrick motioned to the table with a smile, "I got something for ye."

There was going to be some tough times ahead, but for now that wasn't the issue. Patrick would worry about that once she had gotten a bite to eat. Besides there was one thing that he thought he would want before they started. Figured it would be best to have everything in order before he started. Seeing as he didn't have a well thought out plan yet and all...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She would hear that chuckle, and despite her rather anxious feelings and emotions, she could not help but smile. It was nice to have him here and it was nice, even now, to hear that soft chuckle come from him. She worried about him, more than he probably knew. No matter how bad she got, it was always in the back of her mind that she just wanted to make him happy, that he deserved to have some kind of happiness....She just wished that she was better at providing that for him than she was right now.

When he spoke of the night she had drug his drunk ass to the hotel, she gave a soft little laugh and just shook her head. "Well I...I wasn't just going to l...leave you there. You needed help...and...w..well....I didn't think you needed to be alone..." She would wrinkle her nose rather cutely as he poked it, another small giggle erupting from her as she shifted back some and tilted her head. "I c...couldn't ever ima...imagine leaving y...you alone like that.....even if it wasn't m....me you needed at that time." A soft little smile curling onto her lips as she nodded. She knew that he might not have needed her that night, but she would not change a single thing she did and would gladly do it again if she had to. Even then she had felt strongly for him, perhaps more than she should have. But regardless how that had ended up that night, she never once regretted it.

When he motioned to the table, her eyes would shift, having adjusted to the darkness...It was not hard to see the plate laying there, and a small hand would flutter across her stomach as she felt that familiar tension starting to rise up within it. "Thank you baby.." A little, genuine smile once more cast in his direction before she would lean in and softly brush her lips against his, little fingers lightly tracing along his cheek, a single digit tracing over the lower half of his scar that rested there. Nothing but affection and softness in her touch.

Pulling back then, she would shift to pick up the plate, curling her legs up onto the couch so that she could set it down into her lap, nudging the food about for a moment before hesitantly picking up a piece and taking a bite. Instantly she felt her stomach cramp in protest, but she was going to try, if for no other reason than the fact that she could tell he was worried about her. So yeah...she would try her best to force it down....for him..."H..How l..long was I out?" A sleepy little yawn escaping her before she would take another bite, slowly chewing it and then forcing herself to swallow. Staying silent while she focused on getting what she could down.

It might have been a slow process, but she managed to get at least half of the plate of food down before she could not take another bite....a little whimper as her stomach cramped and the threat of losing her meal became almost too real. Yet, somehow she managed to keep it down....moving to set the plate back down upon the table and casting him an apologetic look. "I...I am sorry baby...I...I tried...just...m..my stomach hurts so bad when I eat latel...lately." A little sigh before she would slowly shift to curl her little form up against his once more.

[Legion]

Patrick smiled as she justified her action. That was much of the reason why he was here, helping her where he could. What she had helped him for, that was The reason he was helping her. Not some need to pay a debt, to get even. But because he cared for her, wanted to help her. Patrick spoke with a smile, "Like ye, I'm helping ye because I care for ye. Ye don't ever have to apologize to me for needing help. I'm glad to."

Patrick could see her apprehension at the sight of the food, and now knowing full why he couldn't blame her. All the same he wished she'd try. She needed it, regardless of whether or not the idea was appalling to her. When she put his lips to his he wondered briefly if this was some sort of attempt to get out of trying. Regardless though Patrick's hand would come up again to the back of her neck as he kissed her back, with just as much affection in his touch and kiss. He didn't mind that her finger ran over his scar, in fact he enjoyed it more then he thought he would have a few months back. But as she pulled back and finally did start trying to eat Patrick was glad. She needed to eat, so he could better starve Feht later.

"About two hours," Patrick answered as we watched her trying to eat, "I didn't wake ye because you looked exhausted."

Well, there was that and he had just had a fun little chat with her mother, that she didn't need to know about. At least not yet. Patrick had every intention of revealing everything to her once this was over. Although that was a thought shoved away for now as he watched her slowly work her way through the food. Sure, she only ate half but Patrick was going to take every little victory, "That's fine Kaz, it'll be there later."

As she curled up against him Patrick wrapped his arms around her, just enjoying the moment, before well, it would be time to get to buisness. Though, he had one thing to take care of that would allow him to stretch this on a little longer. After another lingering moment Patrick would say softly, the slight tone of an indirect question there, "Ye know I don't have a picture of ye. And if ye don't mind, I think I'd really like one."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

As she stayed there, curled up against him, she would let out a soft, content little sigh before closing her eyes and nuzzling her head into his chest for a moment. Then, as she felt his arms wrap around her, she couldn't help but scoot up just a bit so that she could now softly brush her nose against the side of his neck. Nothing overly sexual in her mannerisms, just a gentle show of affection and nothing more. She enjoyed being able to curl up to him, enjoyed being able to softly nuzzle and kiss along his flesh to show him just how much she cared about him. To be honest, she had thought that she would never get the chance to do such, had assumed that he would always push her away or that he would just never want her that way....So yes, she was making the best of every chance she got to do so.

Yet when he spoke, she would pause, her hand having fallen to rest atop his chest. A picture? Pulling back slightly, her brow would arch just a bit, and her head would tilt to one side just a bit. "A..A picture?" Sure, her Mother was always going on about taking pictures of her and her brothers....But then she was a photographer, and her Mother....So it was normal. But this...well this was different. Never had Kazumi had somebody, somebody not related to her, ask for a picture. Definitely never a boy. "I...I mean..."

She suddenly felt much like the nervous, shy girl that she had always been during certain moments in her past....Much like how she had been when she first met him, before they started actually speaking. her head ducking down just a bit, her little fingers nervously tucking her hair away behind her ear, and a dark blush settling across her cheeks....Sure, he couldn't see that, due to the lack of light in the room....but she had a feeling he would know that she was blushing just the same. "I...If y...you really....w...want one..." Of course she couldn't tell him no. Why would she? It was just very new to her and yet, she had to admit the simple fact that he wanted a picture of her, after everything that had been done to her....well it made her feel just a little bit better about herself. Still, she had to ask...."B...But why?" She didn't really expect some profound answer...she just wanted to know out of pure curiosity and nothing more.

[Legion]

As she nuzzled against him Patrick sighed. Treasuring the moment during her displays of affection, as he let out another content sigh. Though the future was uncertain he was content for now. Never thinking that this might have been a possibility. The future scared him, but for now he pushed the thought away, feeling her lips upon his neck. There was at least no uncertainty in his mind that she would be she. As her hand fell to his chest Patrick put his hand over her small little hand, closing his fingers around hers, feeling their soft warmth, smiling as she was seemingly confused be his request. Of course he didn't see her blush, but he smiled at she did so. Patrick didn't need to see to know, her head ducking down told him everything. He'd give another soft smile as she asked him why.

"Because I'd like to always have a reminder of ye on me," Patrick said as he looked at her affectionately. Oh sure there were other reasons, but that one was the truth too and the other reasons for the moment were really rather need to know. A wallet picture or something. That would be nice to carry around though, beside all the thinks he'd prefer not to.

But on a more related note, he did want the picture to show to Feht. Like Kevala said, when Feht strove for affection Patrick would show it, though only to Kazumi. In front of Feht of course, complete disdain for Feht showing, but the only affection would be towards Kazumi. Patrick wanted the picture to show feht who he cared about. The real owner of the body. The dominant, stronger personality. But at the same time, he liked the idea of having a picture of her too...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She would continue to blush rather deeply, her head ducked down as she bit her lower lip and nervously began to fidget with a stray lock of her hair. She honestly didn't mind giving him a picture, she just had never really expected him to want one. Still, she would nod lightly and eventually force herself to glance up at him. "Of course..." She had never been shy about pictures of herself before, but this felt different, and at the same time, it made her happy in a way she didn't think she could feel right in this moment.

Sure, it was an odd thing to feel so happy over, but she did just the same. Shifting on the couch as she tried to cease in her fidgeting so that she could look at him now and hold that soft little smile on her lips. "N..Nobody h..has ever wanted a picture of me before....Well....be..besides my moms of course..." Yeah, and Aiden, but those had always been pictures of them together. Still, this was so very different.

"M..Maybe someday...I...I can have a picture of you too..." She wasn't going to press for one right now, mostly because she knew that he still had demons in his past and things that he was hiding from...so she didn't think he would want her to have a picture of him that she carried around. But someday....maybe.

Though, once she had agreed, she would shift forward on the couch and again press her lips to his, this time just a bit more firmly as she savored the taste of him. Kazumi, for the most part, was completely unaware of anything that was going on, or that was about to. In fact, if there was one way to describe her right now, it would be with a look of almost complete innocence. But then, even when Feht had been Phee and been a part of Kaz, there had always been that sort of mild innocence about her. That gentle, kind nature that seemed to fill the air around her and touch the people she got close to.

One hand coming up, she would deepen the kiss just a bit, her little body softly pressing into his for a long moment as her hand softly brushed along the side of his neck, allowing the kiss to drag on longer than before until she finally felt the need to pull back....The tip of her nose softly brushing against his. "So ...y..yeah...Better get that...p...picture before I lose m..my nerve huh?" A soft little laugh before she would press a few quick, light kisses to his lips and then pull herself back from him fully.

[Legion]

As she agreed, Patrick smiled. He didn't know why but that made him happy, for a reason that he wasn't sure he could feel. Perhaps like he was possibly taking steps forward? Trying to hold on to something, someone. Opening himself up, giving of himself. Patrick would come to the realization that whatever picture he got would quickly become a prized possession. As Patrick listened to her say that no one else had ever asked her for a picture he grinned. Even though his intentions were as he said, they were more, more then she realized now. All the same that grin came from a sense of pride. Joking, but not entirely, "Well I'm proud to say that I'm your first picture suitor then"

When she said she would like a picture of him, well his reaction would no doubt surprise her.

"I'd give ye one now if I had any," Patrick said, no deception in his voice. The only pictures he'd ever had of himself were one that he'd not seen since he left New York four years ago. But Kazumi didn't want any of those. That went without saying though, because Zea had thought they were important. And so any picture of him had her as well.

However pictures were pushed aside from his mind in the next moment. Kazumi again graced his lips with hers, this time more passionately, making him temporarily forget about the pictures. As she pressed into him, deepening the kiss, Patrick would let his hands slide down to her hips pulling her in further as he to deepened the kiss. A few moments more of this came before she pulled back with her question, followed by a few more quicker kisses. Although Patrick could only manage a mischievous grin as she pulled away, "Are ye sure yer nerve couldn't hold out a little longer?"

Although there was about half a bit of seriousness in that Patrick would pull back as well, though he wouldn't be to disappointed either way...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She could not help but light up a bit at his words. The fact that he would even be willing to give her a picture meant more than he could possibly imagine, and it showed in the way she shifted closer and the look that crossed those bright blue eyes. Even in the dark those eyes captured what little light there was, causing them to shimmer just slightly with happiness.

Yet then, when she had kissed him and pulled away, his words seemed to follow after her, teasing her just slightly and making her grin just a tiny bit. "O..Oh I do..dont know...I m..mean...I could tr...try.." Nodding a bit before she would crawl her way closer to him now, small body easily enough shifting atop of his own, those legs parting to allow her room to straddle his lap.

Slowly her hands would slide up along his chest, trailing over his shirt as she leaned in a bit closer, lips hovering just out of reach of his own. "Mine.." That single word purred forth in her thick Italian accent, free of hesitation, free of stuttering or stammering....Her tone just a tiny bit heavier from the clear sense of desire that was slowly starting to fill her mind and body.

Then, as her hands reached his shoulders, she would lean in the rest of the way and press her lips to his once more, though this time the kiss was much more heated, much more passionate as one hand slid around the back of his neck, little fingers softly lacing their way through his hair and pulling herself into him all the more.

As she kissed him, a soft moan would escape into the back of her throat, free hand moving now so that she could grip the front of his shirt, bracing herself against him and then slowly, deliberately rocking her hips downward upon him. A bit of a tease perhaps, but it was also a gesture to show him just how badly she craved his touch, craved him. Finding that yet again, he had proven to completely pull her mind away from that place and the things that were done to her there.

Because there was no room for that here, not when she was with him, like this....No, in this moment, she did not belong to Earth....not even in her mind....She was all his, and only his, for as long as he would have her.

[Legion]

Patrick let out another grin as she moved to straddle his lap, his hands sliding down from her hips, past her ass and down her thighs. As her hands slide up his chest, proclaiming him to be hers he gave a smirk. It didn't sound bad when she said it, not at all. And with that italian accent coming out it made Patrick inwardly grin. While there was a part of him that knew that he had to get to the whole Feht issue, there was also a part of him that wondered if that was evidence that this did her good. Well, because that would be advantageous for him as well.

As she slid her hands up pulling him in to a deep and passionate kiss Patrick's hands would slowly slide their way back up her legs. Her hand served to pull him in further to her kiss, although he was more then happy to oblige. Patrick let out a hiss of pleasure as she rocked her hips on his. His own hands having made it back up to her ass pulling her in as his own hips rocked back. His desire for her touch just as strong, deepening the kiss further, adding more passion to it. His worry from before added into the passion. Caring for her, wanting to help.

Even in his passion he wanted to help, therefore he was trying to steer this a certain direction. Figuring that wild passion would be the best way to steer this in the proper direction. Or at least it would be a good starting point. That, and it was a lot of fun too...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

His hands slid down over her hips and past her ass, a small groan of pleasure given at the sensation of them falling to rest upon her thighs. She loved the feel of his hands, the rough texture of his flesh as it caressed over her own, soft skin....And then he gave a soft hiss of pleasure to her actions and she could not help but grow that much more excited. Little fingers softly curling within his hair, gripping ever so slightly, her sense of urgency and need growing with every passing second that his lips remained locked upon her own.

Then his hands gripped her ass and pulled her back in to meet his own hips as they rocked upward, drawing forth a soft growl deep within her throat. Oh, it was nothing threatening, not by any means, but it was something more primal, more feral....Lust and passion driving her to push further, to indulge in every last bit of him. Ever since she had lost Phee, Kaz had felt like she as missing something, even when she had made love to him that night in the hotel, it had felt as though something were lacking...That primal urge to take what was her's...To make it clear that she was his and that he belonged to her.....And even though, in this moment, the true animalistic nature as lacking, her mind did not cease to register the pure heat that was being created in this moment. It would probably never be as intense as when she had Phee inside of her mind, driving her on, but she would just have to learn to live without it....No, what she felt now was more than enough, she thought...Another firm rock of her hips, slower this time, much more deliberate as she pushed her body firmly into his own. The kiss broken, if only for the sake of catching her breath...though that did not stop her teeth from ever so lightly nipping at his lower lip, another small growl issued forth. "Yours..." The word ushered forth in a heavy, lust filled whisper as she would tilt her head to the side and hungrily begin to trail her lips along his jawline and down to his neck...kissing and nipping lightly before her tongue would softly trail across his flesh, savoring the taste of him and drawing forth another series of shaky, yet passionate moans.

Maybe it was selfish of her, to want him so badly in a moment like this....after everything that they had gone through today...Maybe it was wrong to crave his touch, his kiss, his breath upon her flesh......But she couldn't help herself...Moments ago she had been too weak to even stand, and though doing so would still likely be a chore, her mind was lost elsewhere now. Her mind was lost on him and on ever detail of how his hands felt, or how his lips tasted.

Only a few hours ago, it had felt like her entire world was caving in around her. Like she was the last person on a sinking ship with no help of rescue, and yet ow...in this moment, he was pulling her free from that chaos, from that wreckage and allowing her to breath freely again. He was saving her. "Make me forget baby..." Her lips just below his ear, a soft nip given to his flesh there as she would whisper softly once more. "Just for a little while, make me forget.." Once more that Italian accent thick in her tone, her words flowing smoothly and without hesitation or anxiety....She knew that it couldn't last forever, that the memories would come back and that she would again find herself lost in that nightmare that never seemed to end...But just for now, just for a little while, she wanted to be somewhere else....She wanted to escape those four walls that held her prisoner and be here...with him. If she could just have that, just for a few brief moments, she would happily return to her hell....

Still, the thought briefly crossed her mind that it was wrong to ask him to save her like this. That it was wrong to depend on him to rescue her from her own hellish nightmare that she was too weak to let go of....But no matter how much she told herself to stop, in the end, she knew she couldn't. The prize of having another untainted moment in his arms far too great to pass up, regardless how selfish she thought it made her.....She only wished that she could be that for him....be his salvation like he was for her.....She would gladly suffer a thousand times over in that room if she could just give him the same kind of peace he gave her....

Her small hands moving away from him now, only to slide downward and then up under his shirt, delicate fingertips dragging across his flesh as she continued to trail her lips along his neck, teeth lightly grazing his flesh as she did so. Though never intending to bite him, since the thought for that never crossed her mind these days...No, it was simply for the sake of pleasure that she did this, another slow, firm shift of her hips, nails softly digging into his flesh..."I need you baby...please..." Barely able to whimper the words out to him before another passionate little moan would erupt from her throat...completely lost in the moment, and perfectly okay with that.

[Legion]

Lust fueled passion. That's what this was, at least far more so then the night in the hotel. And Patrick was okay with that. While desire and pleasure filled his mind, at the back of it there was the urging to make sure what had to be done got done. Figuring, hell, he could at least have fun with this. When she broke the kiss, nipping his lip he grinned. At what she had done, as it was a step in the right direction, and what she had said, loving the idea of her being his. As she began to trail his jawing and neck, her head passing the side of his face he'd inhale her scent, whispering, "Mine," as his hand began to slide up her back, under her shirt. Hisses of pleasure given every time she nipped him, one because they felt damn good and two, he was trying to force that further. Although at the same time, it was getting a tad difficult for control.

He hissed again as she whispered in his ears to make her forget. His hands running up her back, slowly, taking every moment, every chance to trace her scars as she whispered in her ears, "Then make me yers."

Patrick was trying to draw out that more feral side in her. Help get her into the position where she might want to bite him. Sure he might need to give a little more coaxing, but that was okay. For now, he was just setting the stage. His hands sliding down her back now, retracting every scar they had found on their way up. Patrick hissing again as her teeth grazed his flesh. His hands pulling themselves from her shirt as her soft hands ran up his chest. As her hips shifted on his Patrick gave a sigh, before his hands firmly grabbed her wrists from outside his shirt, feeling the cloth wrapping around them. Shifting his weight so his legs hung over the armrests he repeated a whisper in her ear that was more of a command, "Then make me yers."

Letting his back fall to the couch, with her on top of him. Giving her full control, he would say lustfully, full of desire, "Mark me, show me that I belong to ye..."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Gods he felt good..his hands sliding up under her shirt, the feel of his fingers as they traced over the scars, causing her back to arch into his touch just a bit more. Another soft moan would roll past her tongue, teeth grazing his neck once more and her nails digging in just a bit more against his flesh.

Those hisses of pleasure that she drew from him, they pulled at her, taunted her...She wanted to give him more, she needed to give him more....she just wasn't sure what more she could possibly do to .....Then he spoke, that single word causing her mind to become lost in the moment, eyes fluttering closed as she moaned softly and would again press her hips down into his own. His. Yes. Entirely. She loved the thought of that, the sound of that.

Then things seemed to change, if only a bit, his words egging on a part of her that in her mind, didn't exist any longer. Asking for her to make him her's....to claim him...to mark him as his body fell back into the couch, those hands holding her own in place as he shifted, now laying there, giving himself to her in a way that she didn't quite know what to do....Oh, well, she knew, and desperately she wanted to give him what he asked, wanted to do anything to make him happy.....But at the same time, she was at a loss.

That was a part of her that didn't exist anymore. That was a side that Earth had killed off months ago, and yet he seemed to be trying to provoke her into it....The thought briefly crossing her mind, wondering how he knew to do that....though she wasn't able to think on it long....No, it was far too hard to focus on such things with him laying there like that, her hands, held stationary by his own, would grip tighter, allowing her nails to sink into his flesh just a bit more.

A frustrated, confused and yet passionate little growl escaping her as she sat up atop him, looking down at him with those bright blue eyes, her dark locks spilling around her face and shoulders. As her eyes scanned over him, she would bite her lower lip, wanting so badly to be what he wanted, but not sure that she could...Some part of her stirring at his words, at him opening himself up to her like this...and yet it wasn't enough to push her over that edge....

She leaned down, lips brushing along his jawline....once more finding her way to his neck as she gave a rather frustrated little growl and would bite his neck, not too hard, but a little more firmly than she had been nipping it just moments before. "I...I can't..." Hesitance in her tone, knowing what he desired, but not sure that she could.....Yet she couldn't help but thrust her hips down onto him once more...teasing him, perhaps drawing his mind away from that which she seemed incapable of doing....But still...that nagging sensation continued in the back of her mind.