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[teetheyes]

All right, listen.

If they were really mine, would I advocate violence against the little bastards?

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//hands on his hips//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

....

[Silently counting to ten for having his bondage time ruined by that person.]

Should I get involved? I know he doesn't like me.

//hands on his hips//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[head on his knees]

I tried. I really tried.

I let it slide when he hurt you. I said it was between the two of you. I didn't get involved. I just...let him.

I trusted him. I asked him to leave you alone on...the second. He wouldn't. He "had to know". I told him you were cursed. He didn't believe me. My word isn't good enough for him.

My word is everything, Cori. That's why I don't lie.

I trust you. That should be all that matters.

He called me kid. He said it was over.

//hands on his hips//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[A hand to his shoulder, rub rub.]

Blue, he...

[Tch, forcing himself to say it.]

He might just be overreacting. He does that a lot.

//hands on his hips//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I hate magic users. I've never met one worth my time with the exception of Frau. They're all pumped up on their pride and their petty vendettas.

How am I supposed to...be friends with someone who doesn't respect me enough to apologize?

I want everyone to see what I see. Jack sees what I see. I'm not blinded, I just see you.

[looks up at him. He looks angry]

He's supposed to be my friend, Cori.

//hands on his hips//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[A slight frown at his angry face.]

Blue, you know not everyone's going to see what you see.

And it's not just you... I've been an ass to him a lot.

[Shoulder squeeze.]

Maybe you should talk to him, one on one, and you know... not about me.

//hands on his hips//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

He made it perfectly clear that he's not going to speak to me anymore. I want an apology, and he'll never manage that.

[grab and cling]

I trust you.

//hands on his hips//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Grabbed, clung to!]

That's bullshit, baby. He'll talk to you, he's got this way of pushing and testing the people he likes.

[Pet to his arm.]

//hands on his hips//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I don't play games.

I'm not a kid. I'm too old for games. I don't do this stupid trust you don't testing game.

//hands on his hips//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Maybe you don't, but some people can't let go of the shit they used to pull.

[Rub to his chin.]

You're a good man, Blue, or you know as someone told me today 'a real nice boy', so maybe you're let down but don't give it up. Nice boys don't give up.

//hands on his hips//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[looks up and gives Cori a kiss]

You could get me in the mood.

//hands on his hips//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Kiss to his lips.]

I could tell you all the things I like about you.

//hands on his hips//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[grips]

Tell me why you love me, then tie me up.

//hands on his hips//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Gripped!]

I love you... because you let me do things like that.

[Teasing, then he puts both hands on Blue's shoulders.]

I love you because there's a part of you I want to nurture, knowing you could do just fine by yourself, but well aware you're happier to do it with another person. I love you because you've chosen to do it with me, and that makes me a person.

[Spoken close to his ear.]

You also have a beautiful ass.

//hands on his hips//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

You're a person with or without me, Cori.

[kiss!]

//hands on his hips//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

And I love you because you say things like that.

[Return kiss!]

And you have good taste in music.

[Kiss.]

And you know how to dance.

[Kiss.]

And you're cute.

//hands on his hips//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[kiss, and wraps his arms around Cori's neck]

I love it when you call me baby.

[kiss]

I love it when you turn me over.

[kiss]

I want you in me. Please.

//hands on his hips//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Kiss.]

You want me in you, baby?

[Arms under and scoop!]

Tell the thing and his gourd to hide.

[Marching upstairs.]

//hands on his hips//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

He's in the music room.

[arms around his neck]

I love it when you carry me.

//hands on his hips//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I love to carry you. It's a pretty sweet deal.

[Bumping the music room door shut on his way to the bedroom. Shutting this door and locking it too! Then setting Blue on the bed.]

Do you still want me to tie you up?

//hands on his hips//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I want you to do what you want.

I want you to get what you want from me, tonight.

//hands on his hips//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Tipping his chin for a sweet warm kiss.]

You know the safe word.

I want you to take your clothes off.

//hands on his hips//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Hands to his belly, and his shirt goes off. He sets it aside, then slips his Vans off, and undoes his top button, then unzips. He slips his jeans down and off, then his boxers.]

Like that?

//hands on his hips//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Like that.

[Lick to his lips, then to the closet!]

Sit on the bed.

[Belts will have to do till they invest in poly rope. Back to the bed.]

Turn over.

//hands on his hips//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[sits on the bed, then turns over]

Yes, sir.

//hands on his hips//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Dragging the metal buckle from the top of his rear and up his spine.]

Give me your wrists.

[Leather already wrapping around one, then the other to make loops.]