Date Posted:08/ 3/07 2:01pm Author: Tiernan/Dane Subject:Inside In reply to:
Durgan/kerri
's message, "inside" on 08/ 3/07 1:06pm
(Ever since he had been abducted as a child he had been forced to live at the whim of madmen, forced into doing their bidding for years. As soon as he had become free of those chains he had developed extremely strong habits of his own, out of a need for absolute normalcy around him. When Kerri had come along and become more than just another servent at his brother's keep, he had involved her in his habits to the point of ritualization. Even now he automatically reached for her brush as she returned to the bed. He didn't like the fact that even something as small as her changing her clothes before him was altered by Dane's presense. He would, however, deal with that because Dane needed him. With a low sigh, he shifted himself to draw one leg up as he sat, letting Kerri take her usual position before him so that he could brush her hair. He'd insisted on her allowing him to detangle and smooth the long locks, since he had become so enamored with them ever since the first day he had met her. For so long he had been surrounded by men, brutalized and punished for any deviance from what he was commanded to do.. and now that had had something soft and precious that was all his own he wanted to be sure he took care of her in any way that he could. Her hair was soft as he ran his fingers through it from scalp to tip, marveling as he always did just how beautiful and feminine she really was. She never punished him when he screwed things up, instead she worked with him and together they moved through lifes trials.. it was something he was becoming more and more accustomed to as time went on.. and something he was coming to cherish. He leaned forward as he pulled her hair to the side, and pressed a soft kiss to the nape of her neck, since his urge to do so had overwhelmed him. It was partially due to Dane that he felt such a strong urge towards her, because it felt as though his need was doubled. Dane, of course, was thinking about Bree, but it didn't matter to Tiernan since all he sensed was desire.) I like this one. (He said softly to her, running his fingers over the delicate strap of her nighty. The silk was soft under his fingers, the embroidered design drawing his gaze over her shoulder to the swell of her breasts. He longed to hold her and touch her, but was afraid to for the beast that dwelled inside him now.)
