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Post by Ciar MacAteer on Sept 2, 2014 2:35:11 GMT
Ciar again felt as though a river of lava was flowing through her, as though she herself was on fire. Though perhaps it was again the blush that brought life to her cheeks. She could feel his groan before he pulled away and it would bring a smile to her lips. Ciar was taking that to mean that he would not forget her when he left. She would not be able to forget him, ever. She would open her eyes when he pulled away, letting her fingers slip through his hair as he pulled back. She then wrapped her arms about herself and she stared at him. She couldn't help herself, she let her tongue dart out and lick her lips, as if she could capture the last of his taste to remind herself. She was unaware that he needed space to retain his self control, and that is probably for the best. Apparently the warning about her brothers had not really phased him too much, as he had done far more with his kiss than the stupid Scottish King with his pathetic attempt to dance with her.
Ciar would tilt her head slightly when he said it was a bad idea to do that out here. That caused her to bite her lower lip. What if someone had seen? What if they told Lorcan or Connall before she could explain that it was her fault? Granted, Liam had put the idea in her head, but she had started it. "Not to kiss like that in--" she started to ask, but then it registered what he said next about keeping his hands to himself. Her mouth closed, her blush deepened, and she could not help that her gaze landed on his huge, strong hands. This time he stole her words, her thoughts. She really should not be thinking of him in this way.
After a few moments of silence, she finally speaks again, "It is too bad my brothers would kill you." As though she was admitting that she wanted to find out what he was talking about. Ciar sighed softly, unable to meet his gaze at the moment, a little embarrassed with how forward she had just been. Definitely not lady-like at all...but how often would she meet a man unafraid of her brothers that could appreciate her warrior spirit? That could actually have a chance of stealing her heart, if he tried.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2014 3:56:26 GMT
When she made the remark about her brothers killing him he laughed. "I'm not worried about your brothers, Ciar," he assured her gently as he stepped forward and brought a hand up to lift her chin. "But I won't defame you like that," he said sincerely. "If I touched you and someone saw it the rumors would spread like wild fire." He sighed and dipped his head to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "And I'm not the type to ruin a woman's reputation," he explained. His hand moved to cup her cheek gently and his thumb brushed softly across her bottom lip. "Not that I believe you would let anyone say something bad about you for long, but I don't want to risk anything being said at all," he said with a soft chuckle. So he must be a pretty damn decent guy if he can control himself like that because he doesn't want anyone to say bad things about her. Who would've thought it?
"Liam," the baritone voice sounded behind him and he dropped his hand from Ciar's face, spinning around to see one of his men. His second, actually. Odd. He hadn't brought the man with him. So what the hell was he doing here?
"What?"
"Queen Morgan needs you to return. She sent me to find and fetch you," the man said. Liam rubbed a hand over his face, but nodded.
"Alright. I'll be there in a few minutes," he said. His second nodded before turning to take off, and his attention turned back to Ciar.
"Hmm. Looks like duty calls," he said with a frown. He found himself wondering what Morgan could possibly need him back for this soon.
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Post by Ciar MacAteer on Sept 2, 2014 4:52:22 GMT
Ciar felt Liam lift her chin so that her gaze met his, and she witnessed the sincerity there as he spoke. The last of the ice she kept around her heart felt like it melted clean away. After all, she had witnessed the love and the pain that her brother had gone through, and it was a man's world. She closed her eyes briefly when he kissed her forehead, then opened them again. She had been right, he was a man of honor, someone she could respect. He was right though, she would probably get herself into the most unlady-like of fights with anyone who said anything bad about her, mostly so that it did not effect Lorcan or Connall. When he brushed her lips with his thumb, she would give it the barest of kisses. She could not seem to get her thoughts together, as she was unused to the feelings his words invoked within her.
Then it was too late, as another man approached and spoke to Liam. The words she did not want to hear spilling from the man with the baritone voice. Liam had to leave, and she had only just met him. It felt difficult to breathe, as though her chest was stuck in a vise-like grip. She knew that the others were talking of war, that Liam himself had briefly mentioned it, though she did not know the details. After the man turned his back, she ran to Liam and hugged him tightly, of course, only if he did not try to stop her. "Please be careful," she pleaded. She could not say what she really wanted to. That she wanted to see him again. That she was afraid he was going to be hurt or that he wouldn't be careful for his own sake. That she would never forget him as long as she lived. That the memory of his kisses might very well keep her up at night and into the wee hours of the early morning. That for once in her life, she really wanted to get to know a man.
Instead, as long as he had let her hug him, she would place something in his pocket. "For luck," she would whisper, though he might not hear her as she was muffled against his chest. Whenever he would notice, however, he would find a small polished stone in his pocket.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2014 5:05:23 GMT
He was a bit startled by her throwing her arms around him in a hug, though he didn't try to prevent it. Nor did he try to pull her off of him. Instead he wrapped his arms around her in return and pressed a kiss to the top of her head when she said "please be careful." Oh yeah. This one wasn't going to leave his head for a long time. If ever. She was just too damn. Well. Amazing, really. He closed his eyes briefly and let out a slow breath before he pulled back from the hug. "For you," he said with a wink and a grin. "I'll see you again," he promised, even though he knew he shouldn't. Even if he did manage to make it through the war; the chances that he might be able to come back any time soon after were relatively slim. Not to mention the fact that it was highly likely that one or both of her brothers would make it impossible for him to see her if they found out about him. He stepped back and bent over to pull the knife from his boot and handed it to her. "Get some practice in, and next time you see me you'll be as good with that knife as I am with my axe," he teased lightly.
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Post by Ciar MacAteer on Sept 2, 2014 5:22:11 GMT
It seemed that Ciar could surprise him, though not in a fighting sense. She would sigh softly when he hugged her back. She stared at him when he finally pulled away and a grin teased at her lips when he said that he would be careful, for her. It was cute. "I am going to hold ye to that!" she answered in reply. What she really wanted to say was that she would hunt him down to make sure that he was alright, but she knew that she could not keep that kind of promise.
She would accept his knife with a grin, looking up to him. "I will practice until I am even better than ye are with your axe. I am willing to bet whatever ye want on it," she said with one of her defiant, shit-eating-grins. In her mind, it was a win-win. If he wanted to see if she was better with his knife than he was with his axe, then she would see him again for sure. Even if she lost something, she would still win, just from seeing him again. Though perhaps it was not wise to make an open ended bet that way.
Ciar wondered if he would realize the polished stone was from her. Something to remember her by.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2014 5:30:34 GMT
He chuckled when she said that she was going to hold him to what he'd said. And then she mentioned becoming better than he was with his axe and he winked at her. "You're on," he said and held his hand out to shake on it. "I'll think on what we're betting," he teased gently. "I need to get going, though," he said on a sigh. He'd wait until she'd shaken his hand before he turned and headed out of the training arena. Damn. He really didn't want to leave her behind. And he'd only known her for all of..well..not that long. He shook his head at his own stupidity and his hands automatically slipped into his pockets as he walked. He felt the stone that she'd slipped into his pocket and pulled it out to look down at it with a smile before returning it to his pocket. She'd said that it was for luck, so he planned to keep it on him permanently. At least until he saw her again and didn't need the luck. His smile widened as he approached his second and took the reins of his horse that the man handed to him.
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