The Major
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Post by The Major on Apr 23, 2014 4:23:00 GMT -8
That was not remotely in the same study as the topic question at hand. Rip only hoped that her deflections and subject shifts were a lot more smooth and shadow covered than Tess' messy attempt. Of course they were. Otherwise this wouldn't be happening -due to death. As luck would have it for the Copperhead, her raven haired counterpart was recovering from the burnout quite excellently -just not enough to warrant prying, picking, or other forms of uncomfortable questioning.
Once in a while even the Fallanassi could relent from consistently trying to conduct mental biopsies on those closest. All it took was a whisper of a dress -and a spitting migraine like racking to cause that sector of the brain to falter and rest. Nothing of importance was lost besides ichor, ink, and other coagulated poisons. Instead of all that inquisitive nonsense, the woman currently clad in pink beckons the target: a seemingly nerve racked woman on the verge of a cold sweat with a raised hand and curling, come hitherto index finger.
"Understood. And in future you can just say, 'I do not wish to speak in this,' and we will silence whatever trouble. Do not think you have done anything you have not desired to do. Have you?
"Come here."
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Tess/Tez Bola
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Apr 23, 2014 12:26:54 GMT -8
Tess' eyes darted around the room, looking for nothing in particular. She reasoned the longer she stood there, the more awkward and suspicious she seemed. She took a single step forward and put her hands in her pockets. She felt a little off because of her previous precarious situation and wasn't sure if she should apologize or not. Then again, it isn't her fault the changes happen at critical moments and she did in fact warn Rip many times about it. Not only that, but she can't exactly take it upon herself to apologize for whatever her "sister" said and did. How vexing.
Tess exhaled and forced herself to sit on the corner of Rip's bed, dirty thoughts aside. "I hope you're alright," she said softly. "I hope you didn't get hurt in any way by her. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself or her if something tragic happened. I don't think... I don't want to live in a world without you."
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Post by The Major on Apr 24, 2014 7:35:45 GMT -8
Interesting how attractive a figure fraught with concern could be. Though it possibly had more to do with the addictive nature of consistency. As time together and familiarity increased, so did the appeal of seeing various states of mind displayed through supple body and scrunched expression. It was also difficult to imagine exactly how uncomfortable Tess must be, especially since relinquishing control, or rather having it taken, must have been so frightful. The Major decides to attempt distraction; Tez may be unpleasant, but the sharpshooting rook had dealt with more cancerous personas.
She covers her forehead with the back of her left hand, pinning the ridiculous spiral strands underneath slender weight.
"All is well: nothing of prolonged consequence has transpired. And you do not have to concern yourself with such worries -you have what you desire right here within arm's reach.
"You look so worried. Feel this. It is so soft."
Holding up a handful of pink fabric from the hem as an offer to rub fingers, she also lifts one of her lean legs up, resting the bootheel on the bed in a relaxed flex.
Her expression was incalculable, almost ethereally ambiguous and open to interpretation, but positive -and as tender as her thoughts. That in and of itself was a rarity.
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Apr 25, 2014 20:01:06 GMT -8
That didn't go as Tess had expected it to. She had thought they would go in to detail about Rip's experience with the Wild Card: what had transpired, what was said, who punched first, and so on. Tess feared it was so terrible Rip would never speak to her again after she regained her form and composure, but she was acting...
"Fine?" "Normal?" "Peculiar?" "Better?" "Nicer?"
Tess' mind went blank after a while. She stared at Rip, then her eyes wandered downwards to the hemline being held out to her. Of course the answers weren't hidden in the folds of fabric, but she couldn't not look. She tried one last attempt, and-
Nope. No word for it. Eh, what the hell.
Tess shrugged and "hmph-ed" to herself as she reached out to Rip's airy dress. She bypassed the article and went straight to Rip's fingers. She interlaced them with her own, and scooched closer. She then traced her fingers along the side of Rip's arm, and rested her hand on her shoulder. She placed herself beside the pink drenched dame and smiled. "You really do look cute in pink," Tess said softly. "What can I do to see you in dresses more often?"
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Post by The Major on Apr 26, 2014 6:35:58 GMT -8
Take off your pants and jacket, undo my buttons, make me yours and give yourself to be mine.
Gargantuan thought, unbroken, unattainable thread line: it was that straight forward. But not in public. Not yet. Not because the Major was afraid of being pegged out as a closet case now blooming way too late, or of the ideal of her finally making the basic relenting to be in a amorous relationship. That was all fine. She actually wanted people to know who Tess was, and what made her so great. Regardless, there were things that should be kept secret, special: like the tenderness in her first kisses, or the way her teeth felt upon her ears, or how soft her cheeks and breasts felt as they gently pushed like shifting ocean tides in the form of breath. Why should anyone else see Riplian in anything but a suit or BDU? Most likely, they would laugh: just like they used to in secondary school.
Besides, no one had placed Tess in something lacey. Possible bargaining point? It was a possible bargaining point because she seemed more of a leather and pant type herself. From this close range one could easily see that her skin pigmentation was a lot fuller and pleasing on the eye -not dark brown but not stark white either. Was there some Socorrian heritage in her blood? Details, for sure, but details that would enable her to look pleasant in all kinds of hues and designs. But there had to be something brilliant to match her equally gorgeous auburn hair.
Wait. Why was the sniper examining her so closely anyway?
"We are partners, ja? Thus, you wear something for me, and I will endeavor to wear something for you." But then she thought on it a moment.
"Hold a moment: are you saying you do not like me in a suit? Because. . . because that is definitely a problem, considering that is practically all I own."
The Fallanassi turns into her side, nearly pressing her nose unto her lover's, eyes narrowing slightly in a sleepy manner -nigh seductive in inclination, since we all knew this one had no tact when it came to the art of such signal interpretation, but rather stumbled into act without effort, without noticing. There is a sparkle in those irises derived from a new thought device -something that some might call sinister.
"Although this texture makes a great case! Feel how smooth I am." She said in her undaunted contralto, taking Tess' hand, running it along the curvature of her side, from last tangible bone of her ribcage, down into the natural dip of the waist, then up the sloping hill that was her hip, smiling subtly at first, then wider, and wider.
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Tess/Tez Bola
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Apr 26, 2014 9:45:52 GMT -8
"Aren't we comfortable?" Tess asked with a lopsided grin. She actually enjoyed this side of Rip- the slinky and confidant tease. It was refreshing to see her smile for once, and relished in the fact that she was smiling at her and not something grotesque (like a dead puppy, or something similar). Tess felt a tingle at the back of her neck as her hand was being led down the smooth moonlit body before her. She nuzzled her face into the side of Rip's neck and brushed her lips against it with a bit of ferocious hunger.
They laid beside each other in muffled sighs and whispers for several minutes, talking about nothing in particular. They spoke of lover's nonsense, promises of the future, and the myriad of things they should do together. "Hey, I was wondering," Tess asked, temporarily breaking the spell they seemed to be under. "Is this just a figment of our imaginations, or a dream of some sort? Will we remember this later? If not, is there a way to come back to this on the other side by leaving a mental note for ourselves? Actually, that's not neccessary. We'll inevitably get to this on our own."
Another bout of kisses. More gasping. More naughty hands on anxious bodies. A perfect moment by any standards.
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Post by The Major on Apr 26, 2014 17:01:21 GMT -8
And yet it was far from perfection for the likes of one. Disregard the interpretations of bad circumstance or bad timing; such was not the case. It would have been quite lazy to spend an eternity basking in the indulgence of Tess’ company in this realm, but it was impossible. For one, both their brains would eventually fry. One might wonder why this consideration continuously played apart the arduous or even selfishly lustful thoughts of the Fallanassi. Easy, it was far too easy a thing to lose track of this possible lethality because delving into realm of wish fulfillment had a funny way of turning even the highest functioning human into running eggs on heated concrete. The Other's company was proving that pleasurable, and it was a type of pleasure the Major had never known. It was the admonition that ease and ebbing was valid, and she could surrender to sensations like hands going up and down, or a mouth going up and down. Nothing was lost by it, nor was there some higher, lofty principle or chastity that providing even a measure of comfort similar to what the woman in a white striped shirt could manage in a minute. Perhaps loneliness did in fact fuel this, but that didn't weaken the fluttering light sparks serving heat transference at a swimming, smooth, nerve tingling pace. Riplian wanted this woman. She wanted her in every aspect, and wanted to know every aspect, and wanted to memorize every trivial or humongous detail, and weigh them, and weigh her body in her hands. She must have the Everything and the Nothing, the sum and negative. Without these, there was no worth, no challenge. If only there was way to entice the copperhead to make the first real move, and to commit to the series of events that would leave them both exhausted after all their stamina was devoted into the body of the other.
Something eventually had to shatter the elastic, but what? What? How?
The dame with the chainsaw toothed grin –who currently was not engaging this function– felt the heat in her cheeks turning them scarlet with a feeling she shouldn't say aloud. Thus, she would refrain, and mentally smack herself in the mouth. ”If this place was not more useful than a dream, then I would not use it as testing and planning ground. No, Tess, you will remember what we have said and seen here as vivid as, say, the color of table cloth in the club where we first spoke.
“But I like that you say that we will eventually ‘get to this point’ back in the realm of contention. Do you truly think so? I hope so. I pray that we both reach up to this point. Swear you will be strong enough to make it so.”
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Apr 27, 2014 10:08:01 GMT -8
The striped shirted woman chuckled at Rip's last comment. "Strong enough?" she nearly scoffed. "As if I wouldn't be. The real question is, will you be when we're through, right before the next round? Just wait until we're done waiting for that 'friend' of yours in real time. When we finally go home, I'll bring you back to this exact moment. Every touch will be lovingly, tenderly, and firmly re-enacted. Every kiss from this mouth of mine will find the same places on your body and will explore new ones on your supple skin. Every word whispered into your delicate ears will contain the self same arduous sentiments and threats of unknown pleasure."
Tess grinned as she twirled Rip's notorious long curl that seemed to defy gravity at all times. "Say the word, and I'll return with you into the drab world we will turn into paradise," she said. "Let's return to our nation of two."
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Post by The Major on Apr 27, 2014 13:11:32 GMT -8
Flatterer indeed, and so much so that at a certain point in the exposition the pink adorned woman somewhat awkwardly yet playfully pushed against her Other's shoulder, before feeling goosebumps erupt upon her exposed limbs. She did this so the other wouldn't see the redness on her face, or the way her eyes could sparkle when happy, since the fact that she could feel such things caused a great deal of embarrassment derived from charm. But so it goes, and now the craft outside was closing in to interrupt this dream with its inconceivable din. Reality was like a rattle, shaking sickly as though perverse, but so long as these two had each other, reality would rot until it bursts.
Once they survived, they would have to put Tess' utterance to the test -something that was to all else irrelevance, but to them resurgence in reverence. Until such time, the Fallanassi would find herself counting, and until such transpires, she could be counted on to be waiting.
Speed, speed, faster. Faster and faster with speed. Onward, onward, onward: to doom and glee.
"Huh.... Hmm huh huhh haah haaa ha ha ugh." A throaty chuckle it was, slathered in deep bass. This was the sound they both last heard amidst a torrent of clasping lips. For now, the end was enjoyment; this death, bliss.
The scene fades, and now both are memory, but there in deep, hidden in ink, are the petals of fragmented rose, caked in blue.
Number 216 was spiraling past conventions, and self limitations, but it wondered now, licking its lips.
"How much longer?"
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