<font color=plum>The beating of her hear pulsates in her ears and all she concentrates on is a newfound joy, oblivious to anything else around her as the heat of his mouth is felt on warmed skin. She sighs against him</font> -- JennJenn

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Date Posted: 19:55:59 09/11/01 Tue
Author: Meesh
Subject: The beating of her hear pulsates in her ears and all she concentrates on is a newfound joy, oblivious to anything else around her as the heat of his mouth is felt on warmed skin. She sighs against him
In reply to: Requim Lassiter 's message, ":: Powerful frame of steel enters .. . needing the memories and confirmation . . . to assure him nothing had changed . . . but the gnawing feeling informed his other wise . . . devious gaze of glowing obsidian raking the apartment . . . spiked hair, previously a shade of deep mahogany, now returned the natural sun-bleached glow . . spiked and slightly mussed . . . darker stubble over sharply planed face . . . duster enclosing powerful form . . . now home . . . . fuck he needed a shot or two . . . starts heavy footed towards the kitchen . . . ::" on 19:49:07 09/11/01 Tue

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:: Inhales deeply, tugging off the duster . . wearing beater and cargos . . . the legendary ring clasped around his thumb . . the delicate inscriptions on silver brackets around his neck . . . he enters the kitchen . . . the scene before him leaving him shocked, pained, and then furied . . . gaze of glowing embers and flames emanscipate the trembling of muscles in hate as he recognizes the face of Julian . . . with his woman . . . he steps back . . before he sets himself in another position he so recently released himself from . . . a low gutteral growl . . . :: Fuck . . . > At the sound he swears . . < What the fuck . . . . > Attention shifting from the goddess laying with him . . . . to the ever growing hellion leashed by the few brandished threads of sanity . . . < Req . . . . . . . (NT)
-- Req & Julian, 20:01:53 09/11/01 Tue
At first the thought of an intruder infuriated her. It had happened before and she glances up, jade eyes ready to spark with anger. But when they fall upon the recognizable form she gasps with a cry *Req!* (NT) -- Meesha, 20:06:13 09/11/01 Tue
:: That was it . . . no . . never again would he associate with someone he had grown to love . . where he had once thought love was not possible . . . the last threads of sanity rip . . . massive form lets loose in a deadly walk . . gaze lowered and iced on Julian . . . roughly tearing Meesha's delicate body off the island and from Julian . . before the man can react . . massive powerful hands tear the man up by the throat throwing him against the kitchen wall followed by a dangerous right hook . . . :: You fucking lollypop bitch . . you fucking bastard . . . > Startled he groans . . . < WHAT THE FUCK! . . Back off it . . . > And then knowledge falls . . . this was his Meesha . . holy fuck . . . . doubling over in severing pain as an upper cut is made deadly into his gut . . . growling pain . . < Holy shit . . . (NT) -- Req & Julian, 20:11:25 09/11/01 Tue
She falls against the fridge with wide eyed fright and confusion. He was alive? She quickly gathers up the nearest clothing she could find...putting it on herself. Not that she was ashamed in front of Req, but because it was awkward *Req stop it!* (NT) -- Meesha, 20:17:23 09/11/01 Tue
+ -- Req, 20:29:33 09/11/01 Tue
She stands calling out to his retreating form with shock and desparity *Don't go...oh God Req don't go* She sniffs. His words were hurtful. She wasn't going to let him go so easily *You were dead Req...it's been months...* She sniffs, hair tucked behind ears in its messy form *Don't leave...please* (NT) -- Meesha, 20:33:23 09/11/01 Tue

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