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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Aug 16, 2014 17:43:55 GMT
He would frown when he pulled away from the kiss and noticed the tears rolling down her cheeks, immediately moving his hand to gently brush them away, “Don’t be sorry,” he would rumble, only to fall silent as she began to speak again. He would shake his head slightly when she spoke about never having killed anybody, and then about how she’d never held anybody’s interest. “Well, you are a Knight. It would have happened sooner or later. At least it was somebody that had deserved it, rather than some poor lad on the battle field that was forced there by his King,” he would say, brushing a lock of hair out of her face before grinning at her, “And you’re a woman. Of course men have been interested in you, you just haven’t noticed it. Or you haven’t cared because you weren’t interested in them,” he would say with a playful wink trying to lighten the conversation a bit. Afterwards, though, he would dip his head to press a gentle kiss to her forehead, tugging her just a bit tighter against him, though it was more of a hug than anything. He figured that this way she’d hopefully be comforted a bit, whether it was from the hug or the joking it didn’t quite matter.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Aug 17, 2014 1:13:09 GMT
Cori chuckle a little. "I was merely a pawn in the civil war. I had only been allowed to protect my family's house. I should have expected having to kill someone in my job choice.." She would babble a bit. She shook her head. "Aye kill a bad man, I did, but possibly start another fight for you to live through.. I did also. The English are proud people." She huffed. But returned his grin with a smile of her own. "Aye I tend to not give many men the time of day." She looked at his chest; and there she was giving a man the time of day. Cori leaned more into him and when he kissed her forehead she would blink along with it.
"Lorcan.." she would whisper. "What are we?" She asked kind of confused. Was this a way for them to call themselves something more than companions of the Kingdom? Were they just still friends. Or was this Lorcan and Cori's way of giving into the prospect of a relationship, or that tension they seemed to have had between each other since the hunt? Also she was curious about how they would tell anyone or not. Not that either way would bother the Viking, having a relationship just between her and the Captain wouldn't bother her at all.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Aug 17, 2014 1:46:40 GMT
When she whispered to him he would blink, though he couldn’t help but smile at her, “We’re human…Irish…Eastern,” he would say playfully, “I’m a man, you’re a woman. I’m a Captain, you’re a Viking,” he would continue with a soft laugh. “We’re definitely both crazy,” he’d say, “And we’re definitely both going to die thanks to your performance,” he would smile softly, though he knew what she had been asking about. “But…until the English kill us, you can be mine,” he would say, shifting to gently rest his forehead against hers, “Please?” he would ask, trying hard not to make it sound like he was desperate and failing. He hadn’t thought that he would be able to do this with her; be so emotionally attached, but it seemed almost as if it had been inevitable. After tonight it would kill him if they just went back to being friends; he might seem to be a strong man in control of himself, but the temptation would just drive him crazy. If she refused he wasn’t sure what he would do, but he did know that it didn’t involve sticking around her like a lost puppy; being driven crazy or not, he would still manage to act professionally, though he might avoid her as much as possible.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Aug 17, 2014 2:25:29 GMT
As he began his speech her eyes played with an amused 'you had to go there?'. But she knew he genuinely asked, she let it mull around for a second to keep him on his toes. "Well. I guess." She would start slowly, letting him place his forehead against her's. "If you put it like that it seems inevitable." She would mock sigh. "And ya did ask so politely."
She then smiled mischievously, which was worse than her shit-eating grin. "You say I am a Viking. You are just going to have to put me on my back for me to say yes!" She would shoulder check him softly away from her and crouched. Then ran under his arm to the other side of the room. If he caught her, and if anyone witnessed it. The witness would say she let him put her on the ground. But Cori wouldn't admit it, well maybe only to Lorcan. On the ground she would give a chuckle sighing up at him. "You would have to be mine too. I suppose."
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Aug 17, 2014 18:28:15 GMT
He would frown when she spoke, saying that she guessed and then a few moments later commenting that it was inevitable and that he had asked so politely. Confusion danced across his face as he tried to figure out what she had meant, only to notice the grin on her face. He would shake his head as his lips tweaked up in a smile, moving to tug her against him only to have her challenged him to put her on her back. He would laugh as she shoulder checked him, only to move back and crouch. He would watch her closely, and before she had a chance of running past him he was grabbing her around the waist with one arm and sweeping her legs out from beneath her with one of his, catching her beneath her legs with his other arm and carefully lowering her to the ground. “That was entirely too easy,” he would rumble playfully to her, immediately moving to straddle her hips, though he was careful not to actually put any weight on her. When she commented that he would have to be hers he would laugh, “Wouldn’t have it any other way,” he would comment, grabbing her arms and pinning them above her head as he shifts to gently kiss her again, “You’re crazy,” he would murmur, offering her a charming grin, “I suppose that makes me crazy as well, though. Purposefully affiliating myself with a crazy Viking and all.”
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Post by Cori Frighil on Aug 18, 2014 3:23:05 GMT
Not many could lift her, she wasn't extremely light due to her body's sort. She was bigboned and well rounded, and she wasn't flat in any way either. So when she was lifted a part of her actually enjoyed this. Also, the part that did enjoy it was most likely amused by how smooth his movement was. His way of picking her up always made her analyze what it would actually be like to fight against him squeal in fear and respect. Lorcan was a soldier that lived up to his rank and name; he was not someone to mess with in the least bit. As she was laid on her back she huffed. But when he said it was entirely too easy, she grinned at him. "Didja expect me to actually fight back?"
Once over her with his bottom half straddling her and his hands pinning her arms she'd actually give way to a physical blush. Closing her eyes for the small kiss but opening them when he'd lean back. Her arm that was injured a bit kind of stung but it didn't register on her face. "You were crazy before me.. Captain. I am just gifted." She'd smile and chuckle. "Are you afraid I may roll you?" She'd insist as she looked down at his bottom half sitting there. She didn't know if she could actually roll them over but she wasn't really thinking with her Viking brain at that moment. Since she beat the shit out of the two men who had come at her before Cador.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Aug 25, 2014 1:19:27 GMT
Upon hearing her ask if she had expected her to fight back he would grin, "Jus' a bit," he would murmur, kissing her once again before trailing his lips over her jaw and down her neck. When she commented that he was crazy before her he would grin, "I can take that," murmured, his voice sounding rather amused as he gently nipped at her neck. He couldn't help but laugh when she asked him if he was afraid of her rolling him, "Nay, you couldn't. I've got your arms, and I'm a lot heavier than you think," he would say with a grin, though he would pull back to look at her face, "Besides, you'd miss out if you rolled us over," he would say, winking playfully at her before shifting so that he was holding both of her wrists in one hand, withdrawing his other so that he could brush his fingers over her cheek before resting his hand on her hip. Afterwards he would move to kiss her yet again before speaking softly, "If you wanna stop..." he would murmur, closing his eyes for a brief moment before opening them, "It'll drive me absolutely crazy, but I can and will," he would assure her with a grin.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Aug 25, 2014 3:54:17 GMT
As Lorcan kissed her and then let the kisses slip down to her chin and neck she let her head twist against his mouth to present her neck easily. Half massing her eyes for the moment. Smiling at his laugh. "It would be a challenge that is for sure." She would glance back at him. "This is a valid reason." She would say and bite her lip before he shifted to run his fingers over his cheek. Tilting her face into his hand. Lorcan's hand caused small shocks up her body and it gave her goosebumps as it grazed skin from her shirt being lifted due to her arms being pinned where they were. As he kissed her once more she let her lips respond; letting the movement become second nature to her. As he left her lips she looked from his mouth to his eyes with her powerful blue set into the dark shadowy blues that he was opening. "Don't be daft.." She let come out in a whisper. Letting her voice lift a bit. "You should never tempt me Lorcan.." Pulling her arms free with her own little tricks she placed her hand on his own cheek and then dragged it down into his shirt as it was billowing towards her. She let one of her hands travel up his shirt from his pant line letting her fingers follow the lining of his stomach. Things she had been curious about since seeing him shirtless; perhaps.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Aug 30, 2014 18:17:07 GMT
When she wrestled her hands free only to run her fingers up his stomach he would groan softly, his gaze darkening. He would listen as she told him not to be daft and that he shouldn't tempt her, unable to refrain from grinning, dipping his head to nip lightly at the skin on her neck, "You tempted me first," he would rumble at her, "Hugging me and whatnot. Wearing your kilts and tight britches," he would tell her, though his tone was light and playful, not really meaning what he said. Well, he did mean it, just not in a bad way. "Besides, if you didn't want to be tempted you would have left already," he would comment, purposefully brushing his fingers over the skin that was revealed from her shirt rising. After a moment he would move his hand beneath her head, sinking his fingers into her fiery hair as he tilts her head up, pressing a passionate kiss to her lips.
This woman was going to be the death of him for sure. He'd promised himself that he wasn't going to even look at another woman, but his resolve had crumbled. Whether it was because she truly was attractive, inside and out, or because the day had been emotionally charged for the both of them it didn't really matter. The only thing that did was that he knew that he wouldn't be able to leave her know that she was his. She'd managed to capture his heart with whatever witchcraft she was using, and he wasn't one to easily take it back.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Sept 3, 2014 19:42:25 GMT
Cori would give him a sly smile up to his response. "Well, my mother would be astonished I tempted a man in a kilt and not a dress." She would retort in amusement. But then he slid his fingers onto her bare skin and she sucked in her breath for a moment as he went over her new scars. Feeling his hands going through her hair she felt a bit self conscious her hair was probably wild and curly now. She didn't know though why she thought like that. She had gone through 22 years of never thinking vainly about herself.
Opening her mouth to his as they laid there locked in a kiss for some time.
Some part of her was astonished by how fast this all came to be. But she had hoped he didn't get scared by the quick pace of telling her about Seara and then ending up ontop of her like this; Cori could not blame him if he did go into a flight mode.
Though she would confused. But as she was under him now; these thoughts only barely touched her and then fled into some sort of abyss at the back of her mind. Cori had been over with the turmoil in her mind. With the odd thoughts that had filled her warrior mind. Girl's thoughts, things like wondering what to make this attraction out as. But now she was his; and vice versa.
Was this all truly happening?
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