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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 11:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 11:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 11:55 pm
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Lance had been awakened in the middle of the night by the sounds and smells of heat and flame, rolling only to see that his room mate was burning in her sleep. he watched the flames dance about the covers and yet hadn't demolished, so in a final attempt to get rest, he peeled himself from his sheets and dragged them to the living room where he prepared a spot on the couch for sleep.
However, with the loud crackling of flames echoing about the once quiet room, Lance was forced to stay awake, letting his thoughts run wildly and dangerously. some how, Ember came to his mind and he began wishing she'd roast herself to death in the bed room, with her bursting the way she was... was probably doing it on purpose for all he knew. Though now that Lance thought about it, how did she handle herself in the bed room? That though alone caused a stir in his body, one he didn't want feeling for her, yet his mind began to wonder what would making love to her be like... He began to wonder if it would be pleasurable, the sensation of heat burning inside her liquid fire, wrapped around him like.......
He cursed at himself as he turned, trying to think of other people he'd also like to kill besides Ember. One particular though drifted into his him, one he definitely did not want to have lingering into his mind... of her... Alice... His previous trainee who now vows to have him killed someday soon, had bore down on him then as his frustration and annoyance died dramatically. Lance didn't want to think of Alice at all, with their relationship starting just as his with Ember, the two of them hating each other at first and then, at some point, becoming lovers...
The though of that tragedy kept Lance up the entire night, only retreating from his mind when daylight swam through the windows. It was then that he sought the oppertunity to sleep then, until he heard Ember stirring about in the bedroom... Damn... he thought with annoyance.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 5:42 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 12:04 pm
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Lance had been sleep for a while before waking up. He checked the VCR display only to see that he had been sleeping for maybe an hour or so. Groaning, he staggered his way to the half bathroom which reside between the living room and kitchen, just adjacent to the dinning room. He groomed himself in all the necessary fashions before heading into the kitchen, surprised to see the Ember was there by the stove with a plate of food in her hand. He noticed the pot which he left on the stove just the previous night and saw that it was untouched. Anger and disappointment flared within him, seeing that his early act of kindness was ignored and probably unnoticed. He passed her without muttering a word nor had he given her so much as a glance. Instead, he took the pot into hand and dropped it into the sink, not realizing that the food he cooked was not what remained, but the breakfast his roommate prepared. He hadn't noticed the change until he was turning away, his peripheral vision catching sight of it, in fact, the food was still warm.
Feeling regret and wanting to apologize, he rummaged around in the refrigerator and came up with some waffles and began preparing his meal. He hadn't looked at her he spoke, but hoped he was doing a good job of hiding the regret in his voice. "I hope you are ready for your second day of torture with me."
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 1:03 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 1:20 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 1:27 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 1:41 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 1:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 2:01 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 2:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 5:47 pm
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Lance just stared at her, mentally debating as to whether or not he should eat her face. He turned to brush himself off before retrieving another egg and slapping it against her forehead. He wanted to smile at that, but kept his expression irritated. "You can tone you temperature at will, that includes cooling your self without outside resources. You need to learn this so we can move on to the next section. The faster i pass you, the faster i can be rid of you."
For some odd reason however, he almost didn't want to be rid of her, not out of reasons of affection or attachments of that nature, he had some one to communicate with now, someone who was stubborn and defiant, playful, and wasn't afraid to speak her opinions of him. For a moment he considered the compliment, but once gazing down at his shirt and seeing the chared eggs smeared onto him, he decided until she proven herself, the compliments would never come.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 7:01 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 11:09 am
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He sighed and turned, stepping into the bathroom to dry himself of the milk before returning to the wench. He beamed at her and thought for a moment. Thinking, letting his rational mind contemplate how her powers work and over-riding (with reluctance) the desire to choke her to death. Aside from the fact that she probably failed this one intentionally, he thought to himself. It seems that she she control it to some degree, however, her control must be based emotionally, otherwise, i wouldn't be standing here with milk running down my front. So if her emotions do control her powers, then i have work some how to keep her focused and not pissed... HOW THE HELL AM I GONNA DO THAT!? Lance had been standing there for a moment and starring at her with a mixture of mild boredom and distant interest.
He stepped toward her then, standing close enough so that he was mere inches from her, studying her features, noting how damned cute she was when pissed off. for some od reason, he was curious to know what pleasurable sigh from her would sound like. His thoughts continued. I wonder how she responds to certain events, and does she respond to touch and sensations like-... The image that thought put into his mind halted his mental analysis and his mind took a very odd turn in his intentions. He imagined himself stepping up to her and touching her lips with his own, running his hand down her body, pushing her against the refrigerator and sliding his hands up and down her legs. His eyes caught her smooth legs, and without thought his body reacted immediately. Attempting to change these absurd thoughts, Lance tried to focus on the fact that she had purred milk over him, yet some how the thought of another type of liquid, thick and warm, seeping from her inner thighs and her mouth, sprayed against her face -
"DAMMIT!" He bellowed out loud at himself and backed away from her. Leaving the kitchen he disappeared into the bedroom and proceeded to exchange his sleep wear with something he could venture out doors with, he sat on his bed as he began undressing, starting with his shirt and then his pants, standing only to dig around in his dresser. Lance was beyond angry at himself for allowing her to capture and lure him like she had, but could he really blame her? was it really her fault? He made those thoughts himself and now he silently blamed her for being so damn beautiful, her legs and body were shapely, and her breast... he banged his head against the mirror and cursed himself. The last thing he wanted was to be sexually involved with a b***h like her... or is it the other way around?... "Shut up!" he mumbled to his nude reflection.
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