the highlander series

steffan

I looked around to see Danielle in a chair across the room. She had already evaluated the place for all possiblilities of fight or flight, I was sure. Going to her, I leaned over her from behind. "You okay?" I spoke softly. Her eyes were dark and misty. I felt so sorry for her, knowing it was her party that had started the events. I wanted her to be okay. I sat on the arm of the chair, waiting for her reply.
 
daniella

i smile at the immortal, "do I know you?" he looks dimly familiar, but after 3000 years one tended to forget a face once in a while.
 
OOC: Muffin is losing interest.

IC: "I'm not getting far." I said, locking my eyes on Samuari. I didn't particularly feel like sucking on this guy's cock. The weird Immortal was right, no telling where it had been. "I think we should just let her whack his head off."
 
steffan

"We've met in passing a few times." I told Daniella. "I gave you no reason to remember me." She still looked somewhat far away. "I'm Steffan Rousseau. Nice to meet you." I kissed her hand, bowing my head as I did so. She smiled back at me just a little. Maybe things would be alright after all.
 
It didn't look like the carrot was going anywhere fast. and we needed answers, and I was needing some serious relief.

"Areina, why don't you entertain him, with a few stories about guys that DIDN'T tell you what you wanted to know. Just the stories for now, save the deminstration for later."

I had seen all the deminstrations that I could handle, for now.

"Muffin, where did you learn THAT"

[Edited by Samuari on 10-03-2000 at 09:57 AM]
 
danielle

"is there somewhere i could rest?" i stand slowly, not really wanting to see the torture proceed. i had lost everything in that moment. i'd have to rebuild a new life in a new place with a new watcher. i sighed finding out who was my new assigned watcher would take a while asi quietly moved to back rooms finding a bedroom hearing steffan's quiet steps behind me.
 
OOC: Our watcher seems to have left us

IC: I looked up at Samuari. "My father saw to it that I was well educated." I returned my attention to the watcher. "He seems mostly harmless, should we let him be for now? I'm sure that Immortal will keep an eye on him." I indicated the crazy Immortal giggling with her sword.
 
"I think so. Let's go over here, I don't think I want to hear what Ariana is going to tell him. Besides, I want explore the breadth of your education," drawing her into the smaller bedroom.
 
Silently, I follow Samuari into the smaller bedroom, my heart beating heavily.
 
steffan

Daniella opened the door to a room somewhere down a dark hall. Cautiously, I followed, checking the hallway before I stepped into the room. Once inside I closed the door and took a quick look around, adjusting to the dim lighting. I sensed no danger. Daniella stretched across the bed, undulating like a large cat. She sighed and I took one more look around before going to the bed where I sat down on it's edge. I watched her as she stretched and cuddled into the thick down comforter. Softly, I drew the back of my fingers across the high bone of her cheek.
 
As the door closed behind her, I turned and drew Muffin into my arms. She pulled me to her tightly, with surprising strength, as she seemed folw into my embrace. She held me, and looking into my eyes said, "I realy need to wash my hands. I don't think that watcher had bathed in a week, and you know..."
 
daniella

my hand slides down my body as i slip off my coat and carefully place my sword on nearby table, in reach but out of the way. i smile, "i'm a little tense, could you rub my shoulder?" i roll onto tummy stretching out snuggling into the soft pillow
 
I slipped into the bathroom, feeling his fingers trail along my arms as I turned. I pressed my hands under the hot water, he wrapped his arms around me, sliding his hands down my shoulders, upper arms, to the bare flesh of my forearms and finally to my hands. Gently, with a touching tenderness, he worked the soap into my fingers and palms. I had no idea my palms were that sensitive to touch.
 
steffan

"I'm a little tense. Could you rub my shoulder?" Daniella requested. Her body splayed before me, the curve of her hip, the small of her back enticing me to help her unwind. I stood and removed my coat, dropping the sword to the floor beside the bed and realigned my position on the bed, facing the door and with the only window in my vision to the side. Tense was the understatement of the evening for us all. A bottle of lotion was on the night table and I poured it liberally into my palms, warming it a little. I rubbed her neck and exposed shoulders gently until the muscles rolled loosely under my fingers and the lotion was absorbed. I ran my fingers through her hair and to her temples, behind her ears and beneath her jawbone, hoping to release the pain and let her rest. I had nowhere to be. Not right now. "Just relax now. We're safe here."
 
She leaned back against me,as I washed her hands and arms. How could she seem so innocent after the display that I had just witnessed? It was as if there were another woman here in my arms, needing to cuddled and held while she cleansed herself from the uses that she had put her body to. This was a very complex woman, with depths to her soul that I was only beginning to sense. I carefully dried her hands, working each finger individually, paying attention to every detail. Helping her to rid herself of the soiling experience that she had forced herself to go through with the watcher. When I was finished I held her. I pulled her back into my chest to reasure her, and bending down, lightly kissed the crown of her head.
 
He kissed me lightly on the top of my head, I almost felt a strange connection of understanding. I leaned back against him, closing my eyes and just enjoying the heat of his body. Almost lazily, I reached up and back, wrapping my arms around his neck backwards, and enjoyed the stretch of my body and the sudden feeling of safety. His hand crept around my belly and he put his forehead on the top of my head, breathing deeply.
 
One of the great gifts that comes from long life, is the knowalge that there really is no hurry in the affairs of the heart. More is lost in the frantic couplings that the young pursue in a near panic, than can ever be found in the joy of spontanious lust, however good that may occasionaly be.

So I relaxed, and enjoyed the feel of Muffins spirit, as she moved her psyche from the sexual tormenter to the lonly woman, that she was. We had all the time in the world, and as delightfully ezxcited as we both were, we needed the companionship more. She would tell me what I needed to know in her own time. 1500 years teaches pateince, if nothing else. I continued to hold her, as I felt her unwind, calming like a filly, who had a bad scare, and is now back nursing her mare.
 
daniella

i had forgotten about the patience that comes from living so long and while he was rubbing my back i let myself relax and drift off to a peacefull dreamless sleep, forgetting the troubles of the days before as i slowly woke up to warm feeling of someone, someone male, lying beside me. (i'm lying on my right side) my hand almost reflexively reaches out for sword then i recall the gentleness of last night and curl up against him.
 
steffan

She stirred a little, then pushed her back against me and settled back in. I tightened my grasp around her waist, stroking her belly almost in my sleep. I dreamt of the baby that would come soon. Things were going well and there had been no trouble from the "gypsy hunters" for many days. The encampment was quiet and everyone was enjoying some relative peace for a change. "Misha." I sighed to myself, then stretched against the gray light that filtered in. Suddenly, I realized I wasn't in my wagon and jerked awake. In a moment I was panicked, then remembered where I was. The same old nightmare, yet this time I wasn't alone. Daniella.
 
I felt her torso stretch so that her hand could reach the back of my neck. She slowly turned in my embrace, until she faced me. Slowly, deliberately, she guided my face down to her lips in a tentative, unhurried kiss that built passionately.

“That was nice, but we need more room”, she said leading me back to the small bedroom. When we were at the center of the room, Muffin again pulled me into her arms, covering my face in soft, gentle kisses. Her fingers began working the buttons of my shirt. I slipped my hands under her pullover.
 
I felt the timeless unhurriedness of the Immortal as if it were my own. We had plenty of time, there was no rush. I turned slowly around and met his lips, kissing him softly, his hands slid under my shirt and my fingers worked the buttons on his.

His palms cupped my ribcage, then slowly slid upwards, my hands pulled his shirt open, then traced tantric patterns on the skin of his belly.
 
ic: In the other rooms of the apartment I can hear the contented sounds of the other Immortals. I don't want to be here in this context but I owed Steve (the Watcher) a favor from a long time ago...well, long in their time anyway. I am able to slip into the first Immortal gathering I have ever hear of in my three centuries but am not going to be able to stick around and say hi without most likely losing my head. Literally. But a debt must be repaid and this one is not to be argues with.

I am just supprised they haven't killed him yet though it looks as though they have been playing(?) with him. I throw my braid back over my shoulder and heft him over my shoulder with it. I throw him out the window into a garbage can below. It doesn't sound like he had a soft landing but I never liked him any way. But a debt is a debt. I hope they don't hear me in here. I was a pretty good tracker but after a century or so you lose your edge...
 
“ Oh damn!” I said as I reached for my katerina.

“What?”

“There’s another immortal in the apartment. I’d better go check it out.”
 
daniella

i stir slightly and turn over facing the man before me. he looks troubled and my fingers lightly trace along his cheek as i open my lips to ask but decide better of it and slowly lean over and kiss him. I sense the new immortal and groan and hope one of others it taking care of it
 
ic: Shit! I knew they would sense I was here but I had been hoping they would be too busy to notice. As I am about to jump out of the window after that idiot Watcher I hear the unmistakable sound of a sword being unsheathed behind me. I spin around to face the Immortal who is behind me about to strike and draw my own sword.

It is a man, looks oriental or at least in this low of light. But I can see he is carring a katana and with the stealth he used sneaking up on me he is probably more experienced than I am. I quickly wonder why the others haven't come to see who is here. He must be really good or they are too busy to bother with me. I wait a moment trying to decide whether I can reason with him and get out of here with my head still attached.I would rather get to know this handsome Immortal better than have to fight him.
 
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