<font color=silver><i>( Shakes his head with a smirking laugh . . ) C'on baby we have a long day ahed . . ( Starts to stand from where he lies propped on his elbows . . . yawns heavily but stands none the less and brushes the sand of his jeans . . ) We better start hauling this shit back unless we want to start working on sheets and shit . . . ( Groans ) God-fuck it . . . I sound like a damn woman . . worrying about sheets and clothes . . . </font></i> -- The Trip

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Date Posted: 14:10:52 10/14/01 Sun
Author: Req
Subject: ( Shakes his head with a smirking laugh . . ) C'on baby we have a long day ahed . . ( Starts to stand from where he lies propped on his elbows . . . yawns heavily but stands none the less and brushes the sand of his jeans . . ) We better start hauling this shit back unless we want to start working on sheets and shit . . . ( Groans ) God-fuck it . . . I sound like a damn woman . . worrying about sheets and clothes . . .
In reply to: Req 's message, "+" on 15:56:34 10/10/01 Wed

>( The night had come and went .
>. . he shifts lightly . . gaze shifts to wear Meesha
>lay in his arms . . . a soft smile twisting sculpted
>mouth . . . his woman . . . lips lightly trace down
>her neck . . teeth nipping ever so often . . quiet,
>watching her sleep . . . but now he slips from where
>he holds her and starts for the spring . . he needed
>to find breakfast and get back to search the beach for
>wash-ups )

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She nods, she couldn't carry much at first but she picks up the rope and one of the tins. *Well I don't know shit about makin' no sheets ... you're on your own with that one* gives a playful wink then looks out past him *Whats that?* She sets down the items she carried and walks the opposite way down the beach. A barrel had washed ashore *No...fuckin...way* She laughs *Hey Req! Wanna get drunk?* (NT) -- Meesha, 14:14:31 10/14/01 Sun
- ( Frowns watching her . . ) Meesh, we get drunk we ain't finna survive . . . ( Starts towards her and hauls the barrel up on his shoulders . . . all muscles through torso and shoulders and most through his legs accentuated and heavily flexed as he bares the weight of the barrel . . . copper skin over chest and shoulders glowing over powerful thews . . . ) Fuck . . ( Laughs some but starts up the beach towards the trail . . ) (NT) -- Req, 14:18:07 10/14/01 Sun
  - She pouts *Aw c'mon baby...* She smirks and walks back to pick up the rope and tin once more *...you're no fun anymore* She hurries after him *Wait up, I don't want to be eaten by some shitcrazed snake...* (NT) -- Meesha, 14:21:59 10/14/01 Sun
    - < ... > The growing need he felt for her was driving him into severed pain of withdrawl . . . at her words he lowers and lets the barrel roll to the ground . . it hitting the sand harshly . . . they were now in the wake of the trees but still on beach . . . a wild primitive darkness in his gaze . . . he'd had enough . . . there was no way he could keep away from her any longer . . he'd have her no matter the consequences . . . he stalks towards her with a predatorial stance . . . nothing amusing or playful about him . . < ... > (NT) -- Req, 14:27:55 10/14/01 Sun
      - Brow furrows slightly at his reason for dropping the barrel all of a sudden. She pauses, thinking perhaps he had decided to open it up. She smirks, jade gaze taking him in as he turns, his eyes yielding another idea *You ok?* (NT) -- Meesha, 14:46:36 10/14/01 Sun
        ( Darkness laces his already fitfully ebony gaze . . . shadows caress and leer about his muscled frame . . . he tears both rope and tin from her grip tossing them nonchalantly . . . arms pervasively score about her waist . . . harshly bringing her down to the sand . . . both hands laced about her rib-cage . . . powerful legs straddling her, kneeled . . . his voice dark and deadly signaling the beginning of something evasive of magnitude . . . ) No I'm not okay DiCaprio . . . (NT) -- Req, 14:55:37 10/14/01 Sun
        Full lips part in shock and confusion at his sudden move, eyes barely able to move to where the items had been carelessly thrown before she was on the ground herself. Arms resting on his knees as she watches him wordlessly (NT) -- Meesha, 14:59:57 10/14/01 Sun
        ( Pulling her up, dragging her against him . .. sculpted mouth forces entry . . . covering her own . . . fire lighting where he touches her . .. one arm supressing her against him across her back . . the other cradling her buttocks and lower back . . bringing her closer than possible . . . heavy, bated breathe . . . . tongue surging into her mouth . . . alighting the concavities . . . raspy, endowed breathe . . ) Fun huh? (NT) -- Req, 15:05:10 10/14/01 Sun
        She gasps and puts a hand to his chest, meekly trying to push herself away from the onslaught. The majority of her however didn't want to. She had missed him so much and his suddeness awoke a fire within her. She meets his kiss with the same amount of force, out of breath as he asks. Her eyes mirror her confusion *I'll never understand you...* (NT) -- Meesha, 15:09:31 10/14/01 Sun
        ( He silences her with his mouth . . . the fire now glowing in embers . . yet the first time he fucked her since he had returned would be slow and tormenting . . . bring her to reality of what she had lost . . . sculpted mouth teasing and persuading . . . allowing lips to wander down her neck and shoulders . . . teeth nipping . . . lowering her to the sand . . . one hand clasping both her wrists and freighting them to the sand above her . . . other hand begins the audious task with his mouth to remove her shirt . . hips grinding against hers . . every nerve, every vein was roaring with fire and flame . . awake with unconstituted need . . ) (NT) -- Req, 15:16:54 10/14/01 Sun
        She thinks for a moment once his mouth leaves hers. This was the same man who had damned her to hell and did who knew what with his best friend. She squirms *Req...don't...you don't mean this* Tries to fight for a moment, the feelings he was awakening within her so desireable. Eyes follow his movements *Req...* (NT) -- Meesha, 15:24:43 10/14/01 Sun
        ( There was nothing soft and gentle that lighted his physical ravaging . . . the darkness within his gaze capricious and cold . . . . breathing ragged he finally succeeds in removing the monstrosity he'd given her to prevent this . . . yet rough hand still pins her arms above her . . . mouth moving down over her now 'born' skin . . . . teeth raking and scathing . . . with his other hand he unclasps her scanty jet bra and decidiously begins the following task of removing it . . . there was nothing sexy or caring about the way he did what he was doing . . . it was all cold revenge to hide the real fire he felt . . . . ) (NT) -- Req, 15:29:07 10/14/01 Sun
        The realization that he'd rape her if she didn't consent hitting her. She frowns stubbornly at the power he had over her. But yet, she wanted this too. She wanted it in a very primal way. No one could ever meet her needs like he could. Kaine...Julian..no one. She lets out a whispered moan as his mouth moves over her skin (NT) -- Meesha, 15:32:34 10/14/01 Sun
        ( Slinging the bra yards from them . . . hand beginning on her skirt and panties . . . mouth moving with fire over her torso . . . . teeth nipping . . . mouth moves to cover her breast . . . teeth nipping and tongue ravaging to bring her to peak . . . hips raised some to enable him to drag the scarlette skirt from her hips . . . ) (NT) -- Req, 15:42:12 10/14/01 Sun
        The decision within herself had been made. She wasn't going to give him the pleasure of having any authority over her. Two could play at his game. Her hands move to his head, nails running over his scalp then down his neck to splay across his back. She arches up to him in submission, letting him know she was there. She was wordless throughout. Words would not be able to convey what she felt now (NT) -- Meesha, 15:46:00 10/14/01 Sun