The Dark (open)

[Bluemage]

His eyes darkened again as the second shoe was thrown at him. Again he didn't dodge. He didn't even move. He stood there and let it bounce off of him like it was nothing but a tennis ball thrown by a toddler. He watched her carefully for a few more long moments and then spoke softly in that same calm tone, "Because you will regret leaving, because when you eventually come crawling back after all of that debauchery, I might not open the door for you again." His face and posture remained perfectly calm.

 

[Perplexia]

Thats it? she questioned The reason you won't let me go is because i might regret it? Because you may not let me back in? This wasn't working. He had to many years on her for this.
"God damn it Xavier will you let it out, will you just get mad an scream will you admit that you blame me for this. I have no fucking intention on fucking geo or anyone other then you." "this is pointless. I was trying to make you angry, and evidently i suck at that. You were suppose to tell me i can't go because i belong to you. I am yours. I can't believe you would even think i would want to have sex with anyone else." She got up and stormed into the bedroom slamming the door an going into the bathroom to remove the make up.

 

[Bluemage]

He growled again softly and then took a long and low breath. She had wanted to get him angry? She had been doing a reasonable job of it. If she had continued he likely would have gone over the edge. He wondered when she had started her plan to make him angry. Was suggesting that he recreate her rape also a plan for him to get angry at her? If it was...then she had been working on this plan for quite some time, it seemed. He slowly moved forward towards the bedroom door. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do now. Was he supposed to apologize for not getting angry? Was he supposed to drag her to his bed or something and show her that she still had a place and she should mind it? What was he supposed to do when he opened the door and saw her again? He took a long breath and opened the door slowly, stepping through it.

 

[Perplexia]

"Don't bother apologizing" she said straightly as she cleaned off her eye liner. "Its my fault for trying to bring the vampire out in you. I wanted you to remember who i belonged to. I wanted you to .. oh hell Xavier, You've got so much fear built up in you and you won't let it out. I felt myself getting closer to pushing you over the edge, an realized if you hurt me you'd never forgive yourself. How can i heal with your help if you won't help yourself? Your using our love as a crutch. Do you understand what i mean? You're so worried about hurting me, about being your true self with me, that you're crippling yourself in the process. The pool table was a suggestion. But you're just as damaged by this as i am. Perhaps more so because you feel guilty for not protecting me. If I were to go out hunting and feeding off humans, and i killed one, should i feel guilty for eternity for being what i am?

 

[Bluemage]

She said all of these things to him, and the words that she was saying now seemed to hurt a little bit more than the words she had used before. He stared silently at the wall for a few long moments. He had been trying to protect her from any more damage that he might have caused. He considered the situation carefully, "No. You shouldn't hate yourself for what you are and what you do because of what you are." He looked towards the door, wondering if he should say something cheesy like what she is was a gift from him or something lame like that. Instead he spoke up and spoke a clear truth, "You are not a whore or slut though..." That had really been what had hurt him the most, when she had called herself a whore. It had gotten under his skin and was likely going to stay there for quite some time.

 

[Perplexia]

"if i cannot blame myself for being who i am, then how is it its ok for blaming yourself for being what you are? Are not pheromones natural for our kind? You had no knowledge of what was in my head, because i had not told you. That is my fault for not trusting in us enough. If i hadn't tried that night to kill him, i was planning on going after him on my own after more training. I only said i was a whore to piss you off. I realize that i am not, nor does what they did to me make me one. But damnit Xavier yell or scream do something to rid yourself of the guilt, because I am working on fixing myself and can't do it with out you.

 

[Bluemage]

He moved swiftly, much faster than his mind was able to track. One moment he had been standing still, the next he had punched his fist into a wall. His eyes stared forward at the space before him, his breathing having sped up for a moment, but now returning to normal. He spoke up softly after a moment, "Who's to say you're broken?" He slowly turned his head so that he was looking at her in the bathroom, "Why do we have to go back to that night?" His cool eyes watched her, his lips in a slight frown, "Is it really what you want? You want me to tie you to a pool table and pool table and pound into you, treat you like you are something that you aren't?" He closed his eyes and slowly drew his hand out of the hole, slowly tightening and loosening the fingers in and out of a fist to make sure he could still do it and work out some of the tension, "Why do you want to relive that?" His voice had a soft sad ring to it this time, a slightly defeated note.

 

[Perplexia]

She jumped as his fist went through the wall. "You do Xavier, every time you hold back you say i'm broken. Every time you start to pound into me with such a passion and pull back, i read the fear on your face as you search mine to besure i'm ok. I'm not saying tie me down an fuck me like a whore on the pool table , i'm saying Love me with all that you are, not just your heart. Stop treating me like a fucking breakable object. I can speak you know. if its too much i will tell you. But as long as your eyes are with mine, as long as i hear your words ...your sweet passionate words echoing in my ears, i know that i am safe. I know that i am yours and you are mine. You are so afraid of loosing me you're pushing me away. With that she punched the mirror in the bathroom impaling her fist in the wall. "OUCH" followed by "God damit that felt good"

 

[Bluemage]

He sighed softly and walked into the bathroom. He brought his hand up to the medicine cabinet pulling out a long strip of gauze. While he had punched a wall, damage to his hand was minimal. She had punched through a sheet of glass. He took a hold of her hand and slowly began to wrap the gauze around it, "That's the problem." She probably had no idea what part of the conversation he was talking about. He looked up at her and spoke up again to clarify, "If I tie you to that pool table, there is a chance that I might slip, an I might 'fuck you like a whore'. What happens then?" He looked back down to her hand which he was still wrapping in gauze, "Then you have some sort of mental breakdown and go catatonic any time I touch you because you're afraid that I'm just like those men..."

 

[Perplexia]

"would you ever fuck me like a whore?" she questioned already knowing that no matter how kinky their sex got he loved her. She held up a finger to his mouth. "You can never fuck me like a whore because you love me Xavier, This" she said holding up her hand "right here as you wrap my hand shows me you love me. Forget the pool table. Its merely symbolic. If i'm not broken, then don't treat me as i am. If you want to fuck me then do it. If you think you want to shoot me w/ phermones an that i'll be safer if you tie me down to do it, then do it. But stop treating me as if i'm the weak little human you rescued.""I am your wife in every sense of the word except the fact we havent been married yet. Do you understand? You are Vampire, you are my maker, i belong to you. I am yours, an you are mine because you allow it to be so. But don't forget who you are because you're busy being afraid of putting me back in some tramatic state. Unless your suddenly going to shape shift into my ex or one of those idiots, i don't see that happening. Because i know the difference. I know who you are, i know that you and you alone are the man that i love. The only man i ever want to suck my blood, the only man i ever want to fill me with his cum over an over again. You're the only man that i want to spend the rest of my life with. Do you get that?"

 

[Bluemage]

He sighed softly as he finished with the gauze and let go of her hand slowly, "You say all of that now because I don't have you tied to a pool table and crying out as I fuck you." He looked at her eyes, "The world often looks very different when you don't have the power to reach out and punch a hole through a half a century old mirror." He brought her hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss against it.

 

[Perplexia]

"you're as thick as the wall you punched" she grumbled lightly. I'm going out. You're not coming with me. I'm not going to fuck anyone. I'll only be gone about an hour, an i'll take one of the drivers. You will not check up on me unless i'm late. You need to think about what i said. I'm not mad at you Xavier, I'm worried for you. Think about what i said please." Raven got up on her toes and kissed him deeply before pulling away and putting on some clothes.

 

[Bluemage]

He took a long breath as she told him these things. He closed his eyes for a moment. He then turned and followed her. Once he was behind her he looped his arm around her and then lifted her up over his arm. He sighed softly as he looked around his apartment for a moment, "You aren't really giving me much choice on this. I'm going to have to tie you to something just to keep you from wandering off. I told you. You aren't going anywhere." He sighed softly, "If I have to tie you to a pool table and fuck you silly to make sure of that, then so be it."

 

[Perplexia]

"Xavier.. OH you're just fucking thick" She walked out to the living room and made a b line for the balcony. She felt him behind her when she hit the living room an knew he wasn't playing. The sun had just gone down. the lights of the city were beginning to shine. She took in the cool night air forcing her lungs to expand. She sat on the railing balancing herself as she peered out over the city below.
Why couldn't he understand what she was saying to him. She loved him with her entire being, but he was so stubborn. She twisted the ring on her finger as she listened to the night.

 

[Bluemage]

He blinked and growled and then made his way to the balcony. He stared at her and then spoke, "Who's thick?" He pointed at her, his words slipping out again, "I believe the message that was hidden between the words that I said was 'drop your pants because I'm going to fuck you'." He looked back and forth on the balcony and then shrugged softly, "Quite daring of you to head out here if you understood that of course."

 

[Perplexia]

"oh i'm suppose to melt because now suddenly you think sex is the answer? This isn't about sex, the pool table, this is about us Xav. About you loving me to the point of hurting yourself. I'm don't want to anger you into fucking me" she said softly. She got up quickly and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. "I love you so much that i can't breath." she stopped an thought about the statement she made and laughed a little. "you know what i mean baby. I don't want to fight with you" She kissed him again wrapping her arms around his neck.

 

[Bluemage]

He kisses her back and slowly wraps his arms around her waist. After a moment of their kiss he slowly breaks away from it and looks into her eyes, letting his forehead rest against hers, "Raven. I want you to listen to me carefully. I am going to make love to you, on this very balcony where everyone can see if you really want, and then, if you still think it will help us overcome this whole thing, I will strap you to a pool table and fuck your brains out." He stared into her eyes for a few long moments, "I'm not going to let you out of my sight tonight, is pretty much the moral of the story, because if I do, I am going to worry that something happened, and then I will do something stupid, and I have a vivid imagination and am much more afraid of what could happen to you out there than what I could do to you while you're tied to some stupid pool table."

 

[Perplexia]

"baby" she moaned, "i don't care where you make love to me, or how many millon of times you do it. An when you're hot an steamy an you want to pound away at me, I don't care what you tie me to , to do. but if you're going to try the pool table. Please get me drunk first."
She kissed him again as her hands moved down to his pants and began to unbutton them. Her hands undid hers and let them drop to the floor, she was still wearing her black crotchless panties. She moved her hands to his shirt and began to un button them. "that shirt always looked better on the floor." she smiled as she said it.

 

[Bluemage]

He smiled softly as he looked at her and brought his hand up slowly, tracing his fingers over the side of her face, letting them trail down to the top of her shirt. He smirked softly for a moment and then spoke softly for her, "Leave your shirt on. While I don't mine everyone in the world knowing that I'm making love to you, I'd rather not have all of those hungry eyes checking out what is mine." His lips curled a bit more into a smile as he watched her.

 

[Perplexia]

"Yes Sir" she replied softly moving her arms back up around his neck and kissing him with the passion from her depths. Using his shoulders she pulled her self up positioning her self above his standing shaft of delight. "May I?" she questioned teasing the tip of it with soft stabs. Her eyes sparkled and danced in the moonlight. There were just some things she was going to have to get use to. He would probably always be over protective. She was his. The more he realized and she didn't fight it, the more he would hopefully let up in the future. But right now he was here with her. She was lucky and she knew it. She was lucky he'd found her and been such a persistent ass, she was lucky that he loved her and lucky that they would be together always.

 

[Bluemage]

He smiled and looked into her eyes before nodding softly, "Yes, you may have the first thrust." He chuckled softly, knowing that the moment she took her first thrust he'd move her back and sit her on the edge of the railing so he could make good on his promise of letting anyone who looked see what the two of them were doing. He leaned his head forward and placed a soft kiss against her lips, his hands holding her hips to keep her from falling out of his grasp or getting away from him. She was his, now and forever, and he was willing to show that to the whole world.

 

[Perplexia]

Slowly she slid herself down upon his waiting cock. The entry of it seemed to fit like a glove made for her tight entry. She groaned deeply gripping his shoulders "I love you" she whispered in his ear before flicking it with her tongue. He moved her to the rail where he took control. gliding in an out of her as only he could. It didnt bother her who may see, or hear. All that mattered was him with her there. That moment.

 

[Bluemage]

He smiled softly and brought his own lips up to nibble gently at her ear, "I love you too." He let a soft moan slip past his lips against her ear as he kept her moving against him. He didn't care who saw the two of them. Anyone could look up and see them like this and he wouldn't have blinked. One of those damned google map satellites could take a picture and post this on the internet for everyone to see, and he would not care. She was his, and he didn't care if the whole world knew it.

 

[Perplexia]

She moaned deeply pushing herself upon him a little faster. "as erotic as this sounded, its very uncomfortable" she moaned slapping him lightly on his ass. She giggled a little at his expression an let out another deep moan. "oh god yes right there baby"

 

[Bluemage]

He chuckled softly at her complaint that it was uncomfortable and then lifted her slightly so that she was no longer sitting on the rail anymore, as he assumed that was the least comfortable part about this. He brought his lips to her ear, "Well, I suppose I could get you drunk and take you to a park bench somewhere again." That would probably get a good blush out of her. He simply smirked at the thought. This was interesting, doing it in public.