Date Posted:12:20:00 04/04/10 Sun Author: Esther Subject: Saturday night or Sunday morning with Fallon might be even better ;-) >>> In reply to:
Page
's message, "Saturday morning with Fallon! Life is good >>>>" on 11:23:41 04/03/10 Sat
>I come up for air from working on my third - and
>last! - draft (over 7,000 words cut from 270 pages!
>Woo hoo!) and find Fallon here. I feel like a child
>who has received a gold star for good work! *G*
>> Awwww!
Hmmmm. Definitely need to give this a workover. You see, she wanted to protect Fallon true, but simply warming the sand was to make him more comfortable. The protecting came before, when she took him home and away from Cadmus. *sigh*
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>>Frantic, I pushed against his shoulder, forcing him
>>onto his back. His arms splayed, weightless. His
>>whole body appeared boneless. Damn you Fallon. It
>>will not end like this!
>
>That's right, it bloody will NOT. Er, sorry. I'm
>not trying to write your story. *G*
LOL Well, of course not. *G* But in all seriousness, it can't end like this. What kind of story would that be???
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>>…Sorry…Hon…
>>
>>I curled my body tight against his side, my head
>>resting on his chest. His heart beat in languid
>>pulses, fading in strength with each passing minute.
>>“I need you to stay with me.”
>>
>>…so…tired.
>>
>>Closer. I had to be closer to him. I rose up and
>>swung my leg over, straddling him. I was shocked how
>>fragile he felt underneath me; I worried my weight was
>>enough to crush him.
>
>I like that. She's always thought of him as so
>strong, talked about his "unsurpassed strength," but
>that last line shows eloquently how weak he's become.
>Nicely done!
Thanxs!
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>>
>>No more would he flash his teasing grin or arch an
>>arrogant brow. No more would women blush at his
>>outrageous yet evocatively innocent suggestions. No
>>more would women fantasize and dream about sensations
>>that would make them come alive. Alive? How could
>>they be with him gone? How could I? Why would I want
>>to?
>
>Is that an -ly word I see there? LOL. Just
>kidding; sometimes they're necessary, aye?
LOL yup! That be an ly word. I do use them every once in a while, not because they are necessary per se, but because I just like how they sound. I'm a firm believer in moderation don't ya know. *G*
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>>I shifted so my hands were propped on the ground and
>>my arms supported my weight. I still had to tilt my
>>neck to look upwards at Cadmus. “Keep up with the
>>conversation. Fallon’s life is the one in danger.”
>
>Heh heh, "Keep up with the conversation." I love
>Heather!
Funny how this was one of the bits I was going to cut out. But it is so Heather, and she does need her voice to cope with things...
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>>Cadmus squatted, and propped his forearm against his
>>knee. His voice softened, a tone used to cajole an
>>errant child to behave. “All you are accomplishing
>>with your disobedience is letting Fallon suffer. You
>>need to let him go. Show him he has honour. Let his
>>last sounds not be the misery of your weeping.”
>>
>>“No.”
>>
>>“Then I will make you.”
>
>Ha. Famous last words.
LOL
>>
>>Fallon stirred at Cadmus’s threat; his fingers curled
>>into a fist.
>
>See?
LOL Yeah, I see how it is. *G*
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>>“Easy Fallon. It’s only Cadmus being what he is.”
>>Which is an arrogant prick. I placed my hand
>>on Fallon’s chest, soothing him, as I glared at
>>Cadmus. “You don’t possess enough power.”
>>
>>The powerful Sentinel sighed and glanced down at
>>Fallon with distaste. “Why do you protect him?”
>>
>>My fingers followed my gaze and traced over Fallon’s
>>face. “Because he’s mine.”
>>
>>Cadmus regarded me with narrowed-eye scrutiny.
>>“Perhaps he is Heather.” His voice lowered. “Perhaps
>>he is.” He stood, his knee cracking with the sudden
>>movement.
>
>Need a comma between "is" and "Heather," or it
>reads that Fallon is Heather. Oh, and the knee
>cracking? Hope it hurt. *G*
You are SO right! I've fixed it! Thanks!
Oh and the knee cracking doesn't hurt. Mine do this all the time, it's just loud and annoying. *G* But a good way to incorporate sound into a soundless piece...I think...*G*
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>>Startled, I glanced up to see him smile.
>>
>>His physical need was undiminished, but he no longer
>>had use for me. His lashes fluttered, then as if it
>>were a great effort, his eyes opened. He licked his
>>lips. “So you’ve done your good deed. You’ve saved
>>what should not have been saved. Go. My brother will
>>take care of you.”
>
>Oh, those bossy men! Go, stay, come. Look how
>noble I am to "give" you to my brother. Grrrr.
LOL Yeah...well...have you noticed he's always the first one to come to her rescue???
>
>Ahem. Can you tell I'm just the tiniest bit caught up
>in this story?
Hmmmm...I don't know...Cadmus didn't seem to get any reaction from you at all when he infringed on Fallon's mate...LOL
Perhaps I should have posted this bit as well...
“You have not earned your peace.” I gripped his jaw, pressing hard, turning his face back towards me at the same time the relaxing atmosphere disappeared to be replaced with the chamber Fallon had grown up in. After the soothing roar of the waterfall the oppressed silence in this chamber had my ears imagining screams of those who had been tortured. I had taken him back to his childhood nightmare, and now used his memories against him. Designed for such a purpose as I had in mind, the table he lay on had hooks in strategic placements. I stepped back and used them to restrain him with a thought. “I am not satisfied.”
Fallon tested the shackles chaining him to the table; the muscles in his arms flexed and contracted. Anger glared out at me from behind his eyes. “This is not your fantasy Heather.” Without effort he broke free, the hooks breaking off and clattering on the floor.
“How would you know?” Another thought replaced the rusty manacles with stronger steel bindings. “You’re too full of self-pity to notice what I need.” By my will, his legs were chained as well. Spread-eagled and shackled before me, he looked comfortable. His scent had changed. I recognized the musk of arousal, the magic signifying the excitement and trepidation.
Fallon smiled, his lips curling into a mocking grin. “You need what every woman needs.”
“Oh? What’s that?” Phantom hands and oh so skilful fingers eased off my shoes and caressed my ankles, replacing the clothing I wore. As his gaze held me in rapture he was weaving skin tight black leather strips up my calves, to my thighs and up between my legs. Thinner strips wrapped themselves around my sensitive pubic area creating a crotch-less thong that bared all.
Fallon smiled. “You don’t want to play the game with me Heather.”
“You so sure?” I swallowed, cursing the quiver I heard in my voice.
His smile widened. “Yeah.”
His hands continued upward, past my stomach, stopping for a brief moment at my breasts. Now covered in strips of leather that kept my nipples free, the caress of his fingers continued on, and went up over my shoulders, down my arms. Before I could react to his intent, he used the material to bind my hands behind my back like a reverse straight jacket. The tension in my arms was uncomfortable. And painful.
Then, in one lithe movement, Fallon sat up as if my restraints weren’t there. There was no flexing of muscles and no strain to free himself. It was as if the metal faded into his skin.
“Tsk. Tsk.” He shook his head in mockery. “You have to mean what you want Heather.” The iron around his ankles disappeared.
I struggled to escape but the more I squirmed, the tighter the binds. The leather straps around my shoulders dug into my skin. Granny underwear held a sudden pain-free appeal. I thought of being free, of wearing my comfortable sweater and sweatpants.
Nothing happened.
Fallon chuckled as he jumped off the table. Here are my rules.
>
>I take off my hat to you, Esther. This excerpt was
>much, much more visual with losing any of your
>voice. Although their world is so different, you
>provided enough description to let us see it while
>still maintaining that otherwordly feel. Super job!
Whoo hoo! Thanks Page!
Hugs back
Esther
>
>Oh, and I'm sorry I missed your call the other day.
>You managed to catch one of the few times I actually
>leave the house! *G*
No worries. I'll put what I wanted to say in an email when I get the time to sit down and actually coherently focus my thoughts.
