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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 16, 2010 16:57:41 GMT 12
His gaze followed her as she moved around, not knowing what she was doing until it was too late to stop her. With an efforet of will, he kept his gaze on her face, and one hand reached up to run lightly down her cheek before dropping, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable. Giving her a faint smile, he shook his head, teeth clenched for a moment before releasing to speak. 'I'm fine, more than okay. Its not you, so you have nothing to worry about it. Just memories.' Bad memories, good memories, they were both in the back of his mind, both tinged with the guilty feeling that he should have known something was wrong. But that had been years ago, and he didn't dwell on it. didn't like to. He gestured at the towel on the ground, telling her with the movement to lie down as she had been, not wanting to go into it.
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Post by Zaraha on Oct 16, 2010 19:13:48 GMT 12
Concern flooded into her stunning green eyes but the look on his face and his words clearly stated that he didnt want to think about it, much less go into it, with her of all people. The sting that that thought brought with it, hurt her, herself not knowing why it would bother her, she had after all, only stumbled apon him by chance. Nothing more, nothing less. Still able to feel his finger tracing along her jaw, Gabrielle nodded, respecting his descision, straightening and making her way over to the towels he knelt beside. The towel, already riding her upper thighs as it was, rose higher as she knelt down carefully , lying on her stoamch. Coppery hair splayed her back as she turned her head to look at him. "I take it you want my back bare?" Changing the topic with a question that the answer was completely obvious, she wasnt only trying ot take his mind off his thoughts, but her own as well, trying to ignore the tension that had arrived in the air.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 18, 2010 15:56:20 GMT 12
Blinking, he refocused on the woman in front of him, not the woman from his past, the one long gone. She looked almost hurt, and he didn't know why, but he could guess. He didn't say anything about it, meerely nodded to her questiion, grabbing yet another towel and draping it over the lower half of her body. 'Keep your arms by your sides if you want to, though it would hold your towel up better.' He said it as he slowly reached down and tugged at the material that covered her back, letting her know he was turning it so the bit she held closed was at the back rather than the front.
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Post by Zaraha on Oct 18, 2010 20:46:05 GMT 12
She felt the towel drape over her lower body rather than felt it as her soft gaze had turned away from him, merely nodding in response to his statment. Lifting her upper body from the floor so the towel spun around better, she helped adjust it with her hands until she could feel the opening at her back. Something didnt add up. This man had only just met her yet not only had she used his shower, but he was about to give her a full blown back massage with her in nothing other than two towels. Tilting her head to look at him again, the question formed in her eyes, though unreadable until she verbilised it. "Why are you doing this Rafe if it obviously brings back memories?" She wasnt pressing into the memories themselves but the why of his actions. Why he wanted her to stay with him, why he didnt just ask her a few questions after giving her the insulin and then letting her go. Surely she wasnt that riviting, wanted, interesting to someone such as him. Realising she probably had said the wrong thing but not, in truth, wanting to take it back, she looked at him. If he didnt answer, that was fine but sh ewasnt about to regret her words.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 19, 2010 16:45:27 GMT 12
Placing a hand gently on the small of her back lightly, the skin soft under his fingers now that the towel was in place and open over her back, he sighed, trying to put what he felt into words. 'You needed it. You came in here, was as good as jumped on by me and still was even slightly trusting. Coupled, it's the least I can do, and it's not like it's a hardship or anything.' He shrugged, then leaned over and picked up the bottles in one hand, offering them to her. 'The open one is sandalwood, the other ones are labelled. Take your pick.'
[sorree...=\]
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Post by Zaraha on Oct 19, 2010 19:31:50 GMT 12
Tilting her head at his answer, her coppery hair draping her shoulder and down her bare back, Gabrielle didnt ask any more questions, knowing that she would have been ok even if he hadnt answered. If she was truthful, what he had said was much better than she had expected, a lot better. The feministic muscles in her back moving as she looked at the bottles he held in his hand, she studied the labels carefully, her gaze tending to roam back to the sandalwood. "The sandalwood sounds great thanks Rafe." From where she was, she could smell it, could imagine it over her back too, with his hands rubbing it in. Annoyed with herself for thinking about such things with a man that obviously wasnt interested in her, she smiled softly before reaching up andparting her hair off her back.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 19, 2010 20:32:05 GMT 12
As she moved her hair, Rafe took the bottle she had chosen, rolling it between his hands so that it was closer to body temperature and wouldn't give her a shock. Opening the cap, he poured some onto his hands, at the same time shifting so that he straddled her hip like he had before, only touching her with the sides of his knees. For much the same reasons, but on top of that, he was ... aroused. Distinctly. Would just make matters worse. Starting low, he smoothed his hands over the skin at the small of her back after tucking the bottle in between one knee and her body where it would stay reletively warm. His strong fingers slowly kneaded her muscles, loosening the tension in them until they were compltely relaxed, at the same time rubbing the lightly scented oil into her skin, the smell of sandalwood drifting out around them. As he worked his way up her back, he only paused to retrieve more of the oil, and stayed quiet apart from the odd direction, fully focused in making her completely relaxed and feeling good.
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Post by Zaraha on Oct 19, 2010 21:09:01 GMT 12
The lightly tanned muscles in her back tensed slightly as the oil contacted with her back, followed by his very warm, very educated hands. Sighing as he pressed certain muscles, the smell of sandalwood infiltrating her lungs and pores, Gabrielles head lay to the side, resting on her crossed forearms, relaxed, at ease in the silence. Minutes passed and still Rafe hadnt relaxed, paused or even sat down. Thinking his knees would be getting sore, her head turned around slowly, green eyes soft in her relaxation. "You know I have not problem with you sitting down right? Feel free. Im not going to come onto you." Her laugh was shakey as she questioned him. Shaking her head, she decided it was none of her business any which way, turning to place her head back down in her arms.
[sorrree]
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 20, 2010 17:08:20 GMT 12
'Not what I'm worried about' he muttered, thinking about what to do with her request. He could refure, they would argue, and she would decide to hate him, or he could comply and freak her out. Or, he could comply and she wouldn't notice, or notice and not do anything about it. Not wanting her to get angry, he decided to do as she asked, avoiding the confrontation that would surely develop if her refused. After a hesitation, he slowly leaned back, resting his butt on his heels, and inadvertantly, her lower back. She was small under him, so thin and delicate, that at first, he didn't want to put his full weight on her, not wanting to hurt her. He slowly kept increasing the amount of weight she had on her until he was resting fully on his heels and her. Leaning forward, his hands coasted over her bare shoulders, before one planted on the ground hext to her head. 'Happy now?' It came out a bit harsher thanhe had expected, slightly huskier, deeper, as he effectively pressed himself into her.
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Post by Zaraha on Oct 20, 2010 20:59:17 GMT 12
Green eyes widened as Rafe sat down on her lower back, surprise flickering to life on her features. He was hard, undoubtedly so, his arousal pressing into the bare flesh of her lower back. No wonder the poor man hadnt wanted to sit down, had wanted to remain in his high kneeling position. Turning her had to face his as he leant down apon her, more of his weight piling onto her back, her coppery hair pooled over her shoulder, a beautiful contrast between the strands and her eyes. The feeling of a blush spreading across her pale cheeks made her realise this was the reason why he had refrained from resting his strong frame of her. Not because she would come onto him, but because the possibility of him doing just that to her was far bigger. The tone of his voice strengthened her stubborn streak. "Yeah. Although in case you didnt catch on earlier, im a virgin, probably not the best person to be getting hard around." Shrugging, the towel slipping slightly, she tryed to ignore how hard his body was against hers, so strong and powerful. Gabrielle had no doubt in her mind that he could snap her like a twig if he so wanted. She hated the blush that stil hadnt left her cheeks although it was making its slow, painful way away,a give away in her bold attitude.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 21, 2010 12:32:35 GMT 12
He growled - actually growled - and the muscle in his supporting arm flexed as he leaned even closer, breath fanning over her ear. 'I caught it. Believe me, I caught it.' He didn't make any other comment, sitting up instead and running his hands through her hair, spreading the copper locks out over her shoulders sofly, detangling the slowly drying hair over her shoulders. It wasn't his fault that his body had decided that it liked what it saw, not that his brian thought any different. Gathering her mass of hair up and placing it over one shoulder, he went back to what he had been doing before he had been distracted, finishing up her massage with strong, clever fingers that caught every knot.
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Post by Zaraha on Oct 21, 2010 20:15:58 GMT 12
The growl was so close in her ear it made her shiver, goosebumps appearing over the skin of her shoulders, slowly fading as he moved back. She hadnt meant to sound so harsh, especially to Rafe, a man who had been so kind to her, practically saved her life. His erection was pushing into her lower back again as he ran his hands through her hair, effectivly finishing her back with professional movements. Gabrielle stayed quiet for a while, noticing the quiet in the air, realising she didnt want to go as much as she had before. Sighing, the outlet of air feathering into the crook of her arm that she lay her head. "No. I shouldnt have said that Rafe. Im sorry... I asked you to sit down. The concept is just different to me." Her body was warm under his, soft, relaxed. She secretly liked the feeling of his strong frame over her, erection and all. Green eyes held a hint of confusion deep within them, her apology at the forefront of the green orbs ven if he had to turn to see them.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 22, 2010 12:24:44 GMT 12
He shook his head, now-dry hair swinging around his head. 'I'm not angry. Exasperated, not angry.' Never angry ... not with her. Though he had effectively finished, he made no move to get up, fingers playing with hter hair, slowly beginning to braid it tightly, fingers lingering on the skin of her back every time they brushed it, soft, so soft, gentle with her. 'I was married once. It didn't turn out well. She ran, with our son. That's what I was thinking about before.' His voice was soft, quiet, as he explained his earlier reaction, seemingly out of the blue. But in fact, he had been thinking a lot about it, and he thought that since she had let him close to her like this, that she deserved to know what he had beent hinking, how he was thinking.
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Post by Zaraha on Oct 22, 2010 12:36:14 GMT 12
Gabrielle was silent as he spoke in a quiet voice. Shit. If shed known earlier she definitely wouldnt have put him in the posisiton he was in now. Although, she noticed, he was in no hurry to removed himself from his straddle over her, now playing with her hair. "Oh god Rafe." She paused, thinking it over, then in a quiet voice, "Do you miss them? Her?" Her head tilted slightly as he began braiding her hair. She didnt want to say what had to next, but she had to know. To have admitted that she was fine with his arousal, that she was starting to warm up to him, she didnt want him to answer yes to her next question. "Is it for her? Your..... Arousal?" Words trailed off, sorry she had had to ask the question when it obviously hurt him to think about it.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 22, 2010 15:43:08 GMT 12
His lips tightened into a flat line, the refusal in his face obvious. But she was lying face down, so he would have to say it. 'This is probably going to sound bad, but no, I don't really miss her. And our son ... he was only a baby, two when she left. For his sake, I hope she's still alive and well, but otherwise I really couldn't care less.' He leaned forward again, finishing her hair and just leaving it, the plait staying, and pressed his lips lightly against her shoulder. 'So no. It's not her. She is gone, and it's not her with me now.' Did she think so little of herself that she didn't believe he wanted her? To believe that he would want his ex over her? Not a fucking chance.
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