Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Drobabes]

She watched his face and her smile faded as he looked away from her for a moment. She recognized that guarded expression, and while she enjoyed it when he decided to play along, she knew something was up, and she was beginning to recognize a pattern. However, instead of pushing him to explain, she simply stays quiet.

Cora sensed that, like herself, this might be one of those things that was difficult to talk about. She hoped that in time he might feel comfortable opening up to her, but she understood what it meant to be vulnerable, and not only to be vulnerable, but choosing to be so. It took a certain dose of something strong that she still hadn't been able to swallow easily herself, and she knew how nerve-racking it could be when someone tried to force it on you.

She watched his eyes close, and wanting to preserve the mood, she leaned over and kissed his chest. Suddenly feeling a little feisty and giddy from their hot session, she decides to play with him.

A wicked little smile curves her mouth, and she makes a slow trail of kisses down his chest and to his stomach. While there, she slows down and blows out a warm breath on his skin, then nuzzles her nose back up and towards his side just a bit. Suddenly she presses her lips onto his skin and blows hard, giving him a raspberry.

 

[Poprockz]

Cora didn't press, seemingly not sensing that anything was wrong. He was a bit relieved that she hadn't picked up on his hesitance, grateful that they could stay in the carefree moment they were currently in. Or maybe she had? At the very least, she didn't seem to think it was anything she needed to delve into right now.

He sighed when he felt her lips on his chest. They felt so nice against his warm skin, her motions seeming soft and tender to him as he lay with his eyes closed and ignorant of her mischievous expression. She continues, and he wonders what she was doing. He wasn't complaining, it felt good and more erotic the further down she went. It made his cock twitch when she got closer, the man wondering if he might feel her lips even lower, though he didn't want to put that expectation on her per se.

When she blew on the skin of his stomach he felt his cock pulse, the man feeling her face nuzzling his side. She was so cute the way she moved and and played with- his eyes snapped open at the feeling of the raspberry, not able to restrain himself from jumping and wriggling from the ticklish feeling of it. He looked surprised for a moment, then started laughing hard at the sight of her lips pressed against him with that sneaky, smug little look on her face.

His shoulders shook from his laughter, his hand going to his forehead.

 

[Drobabes]

Her own laughter interrupted her efforts, making her lose her composure and momentarily stop what she was doing. The sound of his laughter was contagious, and she realized it was the first time she had heard him laugh. Actually laugh, not just the little amused chuckles he gave out every so often. There was so much about him she didn't know-not just his past, but just him. Who he was. What he liked, what he disliked, what he hated and feared. She wanted to learn so much about him, wanted to learn everything, and right now, she especially wanted to learn more about the sound of that laugh. She loved it, and she wanted to hear him do it again.

Her lips go back to his skin and she blows once more. As she tickled his skin with her mouth, her hand comes up and begins to lightly drag and gently push her nails along his side, making a quick trail up his chest and towards his armpits, where most people seemed to have an especially sensitive spot. He wasn't pinning her down yet, or trying to stop her, so she wanted to take advantage of it while she had a chance.

 

[Poprockz]

"Oh no you don't, you sneaky little minx!" he laughed as she blew into the skin of his side, his eyes flashing with amusement. Damien quickly batted her hand away softly and got up on his knees, thrusting himself up and sideways the way a whale might do in the water. He bounced, landing on the bed with his head near her feet. With an insidiously smug grin, he snatched her legs up and tucked them under his arm so she couldn't kick him.

He then started tickling the bottoms of her feet, his nimble fingers dancing lightly over her skin as he sought to exact revenge for his poor tickled side.

"How about that? Begging for mercy yet?" He asked playfully, his steely eyes somewhat lighter than normal.

 

[Drobabes]

She laughed so hard at the way he plopped back down on the bed that tears came to her eyes and temporarily blinded her to what he was doing. When she felt him wrap his arms around her legs she almost screamed, catching herself at the last moment.

As he began to tickle the bottom of her feet, she had a harder time holding herself back. Giggling like crazy, she struggles and tries to pull herself free of his grip. When that doesn't work, she begins to beat her fists against his legs.

"Damien!"

She wraps her own arms around his legs, not quite sure what she was going to do yet.

"You release my feet this instant or else!"

She tried once more to pull her legs free and huffed when she couldn't.

 

[Poprockz]

He stopped tickling, giving her a moment of reprieve as he pretended to mull over her command. “Hmmm... I don’t think I want to. Your feet are just so fun to play with.” He leaned his head down and wiggles his tongue against one of her ankles, the long slick thing soon giving her a teasingly long lick.

Damien liked the little huff she had made, as though she couldn’t dislodge him, try as she might. She was his captive once more, even if it was in an entirely playful manner. He didn’t imagine she could do anything to make him let go, so he waited to hear her beg him sweetly with those pouty little lips of hers.

 

[Drobabes]

The lick to her ankle tickled her worse than what he had been doing to her feet, forcing her to bury her face into his legs to muffle her laughing scream as she thrashed and tried to pull free. When she pulls back to breath, she has tears running down her face.

"Alright mister, now you've done it!"

Her unwraps his legs and snakes her hand around to the front of his thighs, using the tips of her fingers to lightly scratch his skin on the inner part of his thighs. She uses her other hand to hold one his legs near her face and she nibbles on his own ankle gently for a moment, then sucks on his skin hard, trying to give him a hickie.

After a few seconds of this, she lets go with a little pop, admiring her work.

"Let me go you devilish Goblin, or I will do worse! You have no power over me~"

She places her mouth back on his skin and starts nibbling again, trying to work her way down to his foot. Which wasn't easy considering he was so much taller than her and had a good grip on her legs.

 

[Poprockz]

Damien wasn't so ticklish on his ankles, so her sucking was simply cute and felt a bit erotic. Although, he didn't say anything lest he ruin her fun and be denied the delightful feeling of her sucking on his skin. However, her little fingers squeezing and wiggling against his thighs made him squirm for a moment, perhaps the ticklishness due to the area being more intimate.

It didn't stop him from grinning as though he had won the match they were playing. "Love me, fear me, beg for the release of your feet and I shall be your slave!"

Still holding her legs tightly, he fastened her hands tightly around one of her feet due to what he was about to do. His mouth enveloped her big toe, his tongue swirling around it and gently flicking against the helpless, sensitive skin of her toe.

 

[Drobabes]

"D-Damien!"

She wanted to scream so badly, her feet being just ticklish enough that his tongue actually sent a funny feeling up her spine and caused her to involuntary kick her legs.

"Okay okay! I submit!"

She pulled her hand away and tucked her face into the bed under his legs, finally giving in and screaming into the mattress as she wiggled and struggled, trying to free herself.

 

[Poprockz]

He chuckled deviously, watching her struggle and try to kick her legs. It was precisely why he was gripping her foot so smugly; he knew she would have kicked him otherwise. Part of him wanted to continue to tickle her with how much fun it was, but he restrained himself for her sake.

"Ah, there it is. Well then, I'm nothing if not a man of my word." Damien purred, releasing her legs and grinning, propping himself up with his arm as though he was some kind of model, or the leading lady from the Titanic.

His steely eyes were still playful and amused as she calmed down from his devilish attack, and he wondered if she would retaliate when he least expected it.

 

[Drobabes]

She took a few deep breaths as she hid her face in the mattress. When she finally caught her breath, she wiped her face on the sheets and looked up at him, a pouty little glare set on her flushed skin, angry that she had lost their competition. It fell almost immediately though, as his own amused and cocky posture made her snort and laugh again.

"You're very pleased with yourself, aren't you?"

Her smile is teasing, but for the moment at least, she is done. She didn't know if she could handle anymore.

With a heavy exhale, she starts to scoot off the bed and gather her clothes up, putting her bra back on and then searching for a new pair of underwear.

"You know if you keep shredding my clothes like that, I'll have to start wearing leaves" she says as she looks over her shoulder, a teazing grin on her lips.

"And then what would I do if I got poison oak on my rump? Hmm?"

She pulls her tank top over her head with easy movements, in no real hurry now. With the stress off her shoulders temporarily, she felt relaxed and able to think more clearly.

Since she only had so many white panties to match her bra, she pulls out a light, sky blue one with a little white bow on the front.

Close enough, she thinks.

She bends over in front of the bed, rather than sitting on it, to put them on-giving Damien a nice show of her ass as she does so. One last little victory for defeat he had so easily dished out.

 

[Poprockz]

"Yes, actually. Very pleased." He responded, watching her make her way off the bed. "I don't know if leaves all the time would be a bad idea on you. I would certainly enjoy it." His grin was wide as he imagined Cora laying in a bed of leaves, a couple leaves artfully positioned on her breasts and loins as she looked up at him with rosy cheeks. He could see his hand reaching forward to peel them her flimsy coverings to ravish her once more.

"Mm..." He made a pleased sound from thinking about it before chuckling at her next comment. "Well, the poison oak wouldn't keep me from touching you there. You could be sure I would apply your ointment every. Single. Night." Damien sat up on the bed and watched her dress, his cock still erect as she hid her body from him.

He crawled over to where she was standing near the bed and gave her a light spank on her ass. "Little tease. If you keep doing things like that, I'll be forced to pull your underwear back down and make you touch your toes for me." Damien reached out again and put his finger in the elastic lining of the top of her panties and pulled it back a little before letting go for it to pop back into place.

 

[Drobabes]

She giggles, happy that it had the desired effect.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Even as she says it, however, she bends over once more and slowly picks up her pants. Once she has them though, she skips away from the bed and across the room so he can't grab her undies again as she dresses.

Turning around after she zips her jeans up and buttons them, she takes a look at the bed and sighs. Her hands go to her hips and she bites her lip as her gaze travels down to the floor where they had tossed all their supplies. Back to reality.

"So...what should we pack? I was thinking since we have a car right now, we could probably try to use that as long as we can and work out in the meantime. Well, I'll work out. You can probably already handle a lot of weight on your back if you need to."

She chewed on her lip again, trying to think.

"I think my doctor told me once that plank exercises strengthen your core?"

She was more just mumbling to herself now, trying to keep her brain focused on something so she wouldn't fall into panic mode again.

 

[Poprockz]

His eyes feast on her ass once more as she bends down, a little smile on his face from her cheekiness. He slowly reaches out, but she skips away before he can snap her underwear again. He shakes his head with a grin before sitting on the edge of the bed himself. It was a pity that they had to return to reality so soon, but he understood that as long as they didn't have things prepared, her mind wouldn't rest until they had things settled.

Getting up, Damien starts picking things up off the floor and tossing them on the bed. He doesn't dress yet, preferring to remain in the nude for now. He thought about her words for a moment while looking at the supplies. It was true that he was in peak physical condition and could likely carry more weight than her currently.

"Well, I have to work out too to maintain my form. Also, you go on a lot of hikes, right? That means you likely have a lot of stamina and strength in your legs. That's great, but you're right in saying that we might want to work on your core and your back muscles like your shoulders. If you're carrying a heavy pack, it matters a little less whether your arms are strong if your back and core aren't strong enough to keep your back from being too strained from the weight." He said thoughtfully, flexing his shoulder muscles as he thought.

Damion looked over at her and shrugged, "I would work out with you if you wanted. I usually do it alone, so I'm not sure how good my company will be since I'm used to being quiet while doing it."

 

[Drobabes]

She stops biting her lip momentarily and gives him a wide grin.

"I wouldn't mind a training instructor."

Her eyes roam his chest, down to his hard cock, and back up to his eyes. She was more than a little amused she had had left him still hard even after their rough fuck. If she wasn't so intent on getting those packs ready and getting their maps printed out, she might have offered to help with that.

"I mean, if I don't distract you too much."

Or maybe not. Maybe it wouldn't hurt him to be a little sexually frustrated. Just a little.

She walks over to her pack and reorganizes it a bit, leaving the more essential hiking gear in, but making sure it's in the pockets where it won't get squished easily, risking breaking or leaking.

"Oh!" she looks up suddenly as she remembers something.

"We need some way to start a spark for a fire. That little survival kit might have something, but maybe an old style lighter might be better? Even if it runs out of fluid, we could still use it to start a spark maybe."

 

[Poprockz]

He smiled back at her and nodded, liking the way her eyes traveled his body. Damien liked the idea that she knew he was still hard for her as though he had an insatiable lust for the woman, which was basically true. He was just a man though, and would probably tire after the fifth round or so.

"Oh, you'll definitely distract me, but it's the best kind of distraction to have." In all likelihood, having her there to train with him would likely cause him to challenge his limits, wanting to get stronger for her and impress his lovely lady.

"If we could get back to my cabin, I have some more emergency gear there too, including one of those fire-starting sticks you can fit on a keychain. I also have some MRE's we can take. Honestly, it might be good to take an old-fashioned lighter too, but I don't like the idea of counting on it when it's out of juice." Damien commented, walking over to the clothes he had tossed back onto the bead and putting on the outfit with the khakis. He tucked his cock into the boxers and pulled the pants up, a noticeable bulge in his groin from his now caged erection. He then pulled on the white cotton shirt before the dark blue button-up.

"I also have some of those life-straw things there too, so I think it would be worth grabbing them."

 

[Drobabes]

She watched him get dressed and noted that he looked good in those clothes. They weren't too big like she thought they would be, and while it did hurt to think of her brother, a lot, clothes were just clothes. The sentimental attachment wasn't quite the same. Besides, now that she had a reason to want to keep going, she had an idea of what she wanted to do to have something to remember him by. Later though. Just another reason to keep her going and find more people.

"Sounds like you were ready for the apocalypse" she jokes.

Getting on her knees, she reaches under her bed and pulls out a large plastic tote. When she unlatches it and moves the lid aside, Damien can see that it is full of snake supplies and bottles of medicine.

Cora quickly grabs a few key things, mostly clean medical wipes, but also a large bottle of betadine and a small bottle labeled for treating parasites. She packs these away then reaches under her bed again and pulls out another plastic tote, this one being much smaller and shallow and with some holes drilled into the sides. She sits this one next to her pack but doesn't put it in, although it looks as if she plans to.

"So uh..."

She clears her throat.

"About getting those maps printed. Did you have a plan in mind? I didn't see anyon-any...thing...when I came home last night. I'm hoping it's stayed that way."

Seemingly remembering something, she reaches back into the snake tote and grabs a small metal bowl and metal spoon, adding it to her pack. Then she stands up and opens the drawer on her nightstand, pulling out her medication and doing some quick math on how long she had to prepare for when she ran out, if they couldn't get more. Combined with what she had in her bathroom, she figured she had about three and a half months worth. Assuming something didn't happen and she loses it.

 

[Poprockz]

He shrugged, "You never know when an emergency will happen, especially in the woods. As far as the safe houses, they were for if the cops ever started looking for me for my various crimes. Not that I'm a thug or anything, but I've done some things that money almost doesn't wipe clean. Use enough bills and you can clean anything, though. You just have to make sure that it doesn't stain enough for someone to find later."

His eyes followed her movements as she started to put snake supplies in her tote. Damien's lips pursed, realizing that she intended on bringing the snake with them. As far as pets went, it wasn't the worst pet to bring along; after all, it wasn't as though the snake would ever give away their location by making a ruckus like a dog or cat might. However, it was a decently heavy snake, and eventually they might have to leave poor Bowie.

"I think we should go to the apartment most likely to have the printer. I would like to lead and have you cover my back. The noise of the door might alert them to our presence, and I would like to be able to fight them off if need be." He paused for a moment, trying to word things correctly. "Not that I don't think you couldn't, but I'm stronger than you right now."

 

[Drobabes]

Cora's hands stopped momentarily as she listened to him talk about crimes, and using money to wipe things clean. Realizing that she had stopped, she shakes it off and keeps digging through her nightstand, albeit a little slower now.

"Not that I don't think you couldn't, but I'm stronger than you right now."

"Right..."

She didn't turn around to meet his gaze.

"I mean, that's fair. Even if I was in good shape, you would still probably be a lot stronger than me."

Her tone was neutral, like when they had spent their time in the cabin and she had been thinking, but revealing nothing on her face.

In truth, his nonchalant comments made her a little nervous. She both did and did not want to ask what type of crimes he had committed that would have required him to have a safehouse. What type of crimes required cleaning up stains, and if he had meant it literally, or just in an expression of speech sort of way.

Over the past week she hadn't had much time to think on anything too heavily, but now, the memory of him snapping that man's neck came back fresh and clear. She still hadn't, however, sorted out her feelings on that. Questions of morality had been something she had struggled with for most of her life after what she had gone through, and some things were more difficult to pin down. If she was asked directly, she didn't think anyone ever had the right to take another's life, but she wasn't so blind as to not see that sometimes circumstances became overwhelming. Or that sometimes, the means to lesson harm was just not available any other way.

The way Damien talked made her uncomfortable, even scared her a little, but, without proper context, she couldn't make a proper judgement or moral call.

 

[Poprockz]

Was it his own imagination, or had she paused? Had her hands stopped at the mention of money covering up crimes? His stomach clenched a bit and he wondered anxiously to himself whether she disapproved or might even be on guard. She had to know that he would never harm her, the one he loved most out of this world, didn't she?

Damien's steely eyes searched her face but found nothing- she was expressionless and seemingly focused on her task. Her voice revealed nothing as well, the woman not looking at him almost as though she was avoiding meeting his eyes and revealing something she was thinking. He hated not knowing, not being able to discern what she was feeling. Maybe she was truly focused and didn't care what he had said or had taken it in stride, but it was more likely that she was now just a tad disturbed.

He wanted so badly to ask her, to make her tell him what she felt, whether she was disgusted by his admission. Damien fought with that for a moment before leaning over and wrapping his arms around her gently. "I love you, you know that, right?" his voice was steady, but there was a hint of anxiousness in it, a neediness. His large body pressed against her, and in his own mind it was a comforting gesture, though someone else might view it possibly as threatening.

 

[Drobabes]

Her hand was deep in the back of her drawer, grabbing at something cold and solid, when his arms suddenly wrapped around her. She paused again, listening, then brought the object out. It was one of her old Swiss army knives, and under the current circumstance, she quickly but calmly sits it down on the top of her dresser. The hand that had been holding it then goes over his arm on her waist in that familiar comforting gesture. She didn't want him to think she had pulled that out on purpose when the truth was, she was just digging everything out of her drawer to see what she had tucked back there.

His voice in her ear sounded nervous, but like he was seeking comfort. It was distinctly different from demanding something of her, and her heart broke a little at the sound of it. However, she couldn't let herself lose her nerve.

"Do you remember before I left the cabin, when I said I didn't think you were evil? I still believe that. But I also believe you shouldn't have kidnapped me."

She puts her other hand on his arm then, both of her hands holding him to her tightly. She was struggling immensely to put something into words for him, in a way that would make sense.

"Morals are...subjective. Sometimes it's easy to see what the right thing is, but sometimes it's...really hard.I don't know what you did before, and while I can hope and pray it wasn't anything too bad, it won't change today. Right now. Or what you do tomorrow...

"I uh...I have a pretty high threshold for bullshit. You said it yourself-we're resilient. We can get used to shit, no matter how messed up it might be."

 

[Poprockz]

He watched her take out the knife and set it down. It confused him a bit, wondering why she would go for a knife and not hold it. It almost seemed as though she was putting it slightly out of her reach as a gesture of goodwill. When her hand went to caress his, he sighed, his body relaxing a bit as she started to speak.

Her words put a bit in his stomach and a lump in his throat. It was true, he shouldn't have kidnapped her or forced her to have sex. He shouldn't have done the same with the other women as well, nor should he have taken matters into his own hands too many times. He had blood on his hands, and he had no doubt that he would go to hell if he was to be judged at the golden gates. How was she being so merciful with her judgement? The only answer was that his sins were still hidden from her eyes.

Damien decided that this was the way it should be. At the very least, she was correct in saying that rather than trying to change the past, he should simply focus on the present and future. His life was to be hers now, and he could only hope that he didn't disappoint her.

There was silence and then: "What if I am evil? What then, Cora?" he said quietly, closing his eyes. Shit. Why did he have to say something like that? He was supposed to leave things be, not try to dredge them up. He wanted to keep her and have her continue to hold him the way she did now. But it almost seemed like part of him wanted her to reject him.

 

[Drobabes]

"What if I am evil? What then, Cora?"

Her eyes close tightly and she has to swallow hard. In that moment, she was so very thankful she didn't have a mirror in front of them for him to see her.

Don't try to justify evil Cory. You'll just find excuses to hurt yourself. Evil doesn't care about your morals. Evil doesn't...

"Listen to me Damien."

Her eyes open slowly and her voice drops down a little.

"Evil doesn't question itself. It doesn't regret what it does, and it certainly doesn't take pity. It takes what it wants with absolutely no regard to what you, or anyone else, might feel. It doesn't care about morals because it has none, and if you try to make sense of it you will just hurt yourself."

 

[Poprockz]

She asked him to listen and he did so intently. What she said made sense, and yet he didn't know how to feel about it. By that logic, he wasn't evil. Damien did regret some of the more grievous things he had done, he thought to himself. In truth, he wasn't aware of it, but every woman he took had added to his guilt and self-loathing, though he wasn't at a point where he could recognize it or admit it to himself.

"Are you saying that there are few who are evil, but many who do evil things?" He asked, squeezing her a bit. There a glimmer of hope in his chest that maybe someday he could seek forgiveness for some of his sins. Maybe even someone like himself.

 

[Drobabes]

"That's exactly what I'm trying to say."

He's dead Cory. I killed him.

I only saw the body after I threw it. If I had known he was in there, I might not have...

...history of mental illness. He didn't even know he was in a car...

"People are fucked and we do very fucked things."

Her face felt wet, and suddenly she realized she was crying. Her hand comes up quickly to wipe the tears away angrily before letting it fall to her side.

"Okay.." she sighs, patting his arm.

"Let's go break some knees."