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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Jun 8, 2012 15:00:07 GMT -5
The week following Alyson's return had been a wild one. Cassidy had taken her to the hospital where they patched her up. She got a couple stitches where the bullet had grazed her and her left cheek and eye were lightly bruised where Sebastian had slapped her. In many ways she felt more like a domestic abuse victim than anything else. Police had been to see her, therapists, the press and her mother. They released her from the hospital two days after she'd been brought in.
Alyson had been glad to be home even with the barrage of media standing outside the triplex she lived in. Her neighbors didn't seem pleased with all the attention, but seemed genuinely glad she was back home safe. She never told anyone about the confusing feelings she felt for her captor, including her mother, though she had admitted that he wasn't completely horrible to her. She was hurt by what he'd done, and hurt more by his rejection. It was for her own good, though.
She had to say goodbye to her mom too soon and it had been a tearful goodbye. She had never been a mama's girl, but it had been nice to be cared for in that time. The university had allowed her the summer to finish her coursework and to take her finals, so she had things to do to keep her occupied, and Cassidy told her she still had a job if she wanted it, which was nice. She was behind on bills, but even her landlord was being lenient considering everything.
The bags that had left on her doorstep when she finally returned home let her know he knew where she lived. She didn't look through them yet, not having the stomach to stir up those memories just yet, but the bags being there signified he would leave her alone, or that's how she took it anyway. The police hadn't caught him yet, but she felt uneasy about the thought of them actually being able to track him down. It meant standing trial against him and she wasn't sure how convincing she could be on the stand with those piercing eyes glaring into her soul and making her stomach twist.
The girl hadn't ventured out yet on her own, and had invested in a straightening iron to smooth out her telltale curls. She didn't want to be recognized as "That Montgomery Girl". She even got some nice new sunglasses to help hide her face some. The whole thing had been mortifying.
It had been a long day of shopping with her mom and then saying goodbye. She made her way into her apartment after climbing the stairs and put her leftovers in the fridge. She sighed and knew she had to get to work on all that studying she'd fallen behind on. She made her way to the single bedroom and turned the light on, coming in and tossing her bag on the floor near her bed, never seeing the man standing in the far corner of her room. She sighed and sat at her desk and turned her pandora station on, music filling the room as she opened or biochem book. She had at least six chapters to read in that subject alone!
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Jun 8, 2012 15:29:14 GMT -5
It had been a very lonely week for the gargoyle. Him and his sister along with her pet had to leave their home and stay put in a hotel, and what better hotel than the most expensive one in the city? Of course he had to tip very generously to be sure that the staff would "forget" what they looked like if anyone came around asking about them and if they were staying there.
He figured Prestine wouldn't be pleased, especially since she had to leave behind most of her costumes and playthings, but at least she kept her filthy little Venezuelan and even got her own room. He made sure the DO NOT DISTURB sign was up during the day so that the maid wouldn't come in to see a giant bust in the middle of the room, and when the sun went down he always had a newspaper waiting at the door. It was the second day that he'd seen Alyson in the paper and felt himself filled with so many mixed feelings that he tore up the paper and tossed it away.
By day three he'd managed to get into his condo and grab a few things for his sister and him and upon entering his bedroom he stopped to see all the bags sitting there untouched and felt the same feelings from the night before boiling up. It would have been such a waste to leave them there, so he took those with him. It hadn't taken him long to figure out where the girl lived, keeping an eye on her from a distance and deciding to leave all the bags on her doorstep. She'd get more use out of them than he and for some reason he didn't feel like just throwing them off the roof.
By the end of the week though, he'd nearly driven himself insane with the isolation that he felt in that hotel room. He couldn't go home and he had no desire to go out, knowing that if it wasn't the police that were looking for him it might very well be the council. He could have just gone to Prestine's room and asked her to keep him company but listening to her Kitten whimper and moan like a helpless little.. well, kitten, wasn't how he wanted to spend his night. So he decided that it was time to go out.
Keeping up high on the tops of buildings Sebastian leaped from one roof to the next until he found himself exactly where he wanted to be. He was just above Alyson's home. He could have gone to the door and knocked, but if she saw him through the peep hole or even did open it then he was likely to get a door slammed in his face. Instead he chose the option that would allow him entrance without her permission, her bedroom window. He'd tried to get it unlocked without breaking it but by the third try he grew impatient and splintered the wood and climbed right on through to find himself standing in the girl's room. It was something new about her. He'd never been in her room or her home at all, in fact there weren't many things that he knew about who she was before he'd abducted her.
The light was off but he could see everything well enough with the light coming in her window from the moon, his fingers moving across her books on her desk and the back of her chair. He wanted to open her closet and look through her items but then he heard the sound of someone coming and slinked back into the darkest corner. When the light flickered on he was expecting to hear her screams but as his eyes adjusted to the change he didn't hear anything. When he caught sight of her he thought he had gone through the wrong window. This girl's hair wasn't a mess of beautiful blonde curls, it was straight and sleek.
When she sat down at the desk and opened her books he realized that she had no clue that there was any kind of trespasser in her room, the music filling the room. He didn't know why but the music sounded like her. It had Alyson written all over it as the garbled trash played in the room. Clearly her abduction didn't make her any more cautious than she had been before that was for sure.
He narrowed his eyes just taking in the back of her head, wondering if she had straightened out her curls as a way to get back at him. She knew how much he loved her curly locks, did she think that he would leave her alone if her hair had changed? Of course not. Sebastian took the few short, quiet steps across the room so that he could stand behind her as she sat there at the desk and knew that no matter what he did, he was going to end up frightening her. Maybe if he kept a little distance though it would keep her from trying to stab his eyes out. So instead of leaning down and or stroking the side of her face he stood there keeping a little distance and decided instead to just speak. "So, what are we studying?"
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Jun 8, 2012 16:00:42 GMT -5
She easily slid into study mode. It had been such a long time since she had to read, but shorter than any holiday break from classes. It wasn't any more interesting now than it had been two weeks ago, though. She found her mind wandering a few times, an uneasy feeling creeping over her, but she told herself it was just her getting used to being alone again. She hadn't been alone in her house since before Sebastian. It was nice to be there, though. She missed being home and was glad that she had no pets or plants. They surely would have died.
The hairs on the back of Alyson's neck prickled and she ran her hand over it. Why was she so nervous? It made no sense at all. It was that creepy "Someone's watching you" feeling you got after watching a scary movie, but she told herself she was being silly. Maybe if she put on something more happy? Her hand moved to the computer mouse when she heard a voice.
"So, what are we studying?"
She knew who it belonged to before she even turned to see him, sucking in a sharp, terrified breath. In a moment she was up, her back against her desk as she stared into his eyes. Why was he there? How had he gotten in there? What did he want? Her lips parted in surprise, unable to speak. Was he going to take her back? kill her for going to the police? Beat her until there was nothing left? Her fingers patted around the desk until she grabbed the first thing she could wrap them around; a pen.
Alyson held the pen up protectively, knowing it would sooner break than pierce his skin. "What're you doing here!" She demanded, her voice quivering as she backed up more, her ass sliding onto the desk since there was nowhere else to go. "Get out!"
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Jun 8, 2012 16:11:31 GMT -5
Alyson jumped up from her desk and then pushed herself against it which would have made Sebastian smile at if he hadn't been in such an off mood for the last week. "What're you doing here!" At this point she was pretty much sitting on the desk wielding a pen like it was some kind of weapon. "Get out!" Her cries weren't enough to scare off a mutt and he rolled his eyes at her. "What are you going to do with that pen?" He asked her as if it were the most ridiculous thing in the world and in that moment, he was pretty sure it was. Even if she did have a better weapon she wouldn't be able to hurt him, not in the way that he could to her. But to show he wasn't there to hurt her he put his hands palms up into the air to show that he'd come unarmed, not that he needed anything but his bare hands to hurt her in the first place, but it was the motion that should have been enough.
Slowly he put his hands back down and his grey eyes bore into hers. "I came here to see if you were alright," he started out in almost a soft whisper wanting to try and calm her down, but he had a feeling that wasn't going to happen. "And to apologize for hitting you and the way I acted. You just happened to come in at the wrong time and..." he trailed off and shook his head as if to dismiss what he'd just said, he didn't want to go into explanation of everything. He'd lost the ring, he'd lost his home and he was going to lose Alyson unless he tried to make it better.
"It was all just one big misunderstanding," he went on but decided he didn't want to say anymore unless he knew he actually had her attention. How much was she hearing right now, all pent up with adrenaline and fear from his surprise arrival? He reached his hand out slowly and left it extended, wanting her to put the pen in his hand or even just give him her own hand. "Are you going to calm down?"
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Jun 8, 2012 16:39:56 GMT -5
"What are you going to do with that pen?" He asked, his tone condescending which only upset her more. She didn't enjoy being mocked in her own home after being threatened. Sure, his threat hadn't been verbal but by entering without her permission, she was considering that a threat in and of itself. He raised his hands anyway, a show of surrender, or so that was how it looked. Her hand stayed where it was. He hadn't answered her question yet!
"I came here to see if you were alright, and to apologize for hitting you and the way I acted. You just happened to come in at the wrong time and..." Her eyes narrowed. What did he care if she was alright? And he could apologize over and over, it didn't make up for any of it! For taking her, abusing her physically and mentally... making her fall for him and then throwing her out like an old moldy paper! She hadn't wanted any of that! She never asked for one ounce of anything he'd done to her!
He obviously wasn't liking the way his words were coming out and so he tried again explaining it had been a misunderstanding. She glared at him further, liking that excuse far less. He reached his hand out slowly and left it extended, silently asking for the pen or her hand or she wasn't sure what, but she didn't relent, holding it up like it was the mighty sword that could defeat him. "Are you going to calm down?"
"No." She growled at him. Despite everything she was more angry than scared at him and it showed in the look in her eyes. "Do you have any idea what I've had to go through because of you this last week?" She demanded coldly. "How dare you just show up! I don't want you here!" She lied, and her voice quivered slightly, echoing that her heart wasn't in the words she was spewing out. "GO!" she yelled, throwing the pen at him and then her biochem book, but it was the only thing she could get her hands on that weren't wired to her computer.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Jun 8, 2012 18:18:29 GMT -5
"No." He cocked a brow at her courage but he didn't move a muscle, he was going to stand there for as long as it took for her to calm down and talk to him. Yes, he'd hit her. Yes, he'd called her insulting names and treated her poorly, but he wanted to talk to her and she was going to listen. "Do you have any idea what I've had to go through because of you this last week?" "I'm sure it's been dreadful," his words sounded more sarcastic than he meant them to be and he realized that this wasn't going to get him anywhere. Sebastian was more action less talk and when it came to try and explain himself it was like trying to put a square peg in a round hole; impossible.
"How dare you just show up! I don't want you here!" He heard the way her voice trembled and took that as his chance, taking a step towards her but stopped when the pen bounced off his neck and she shouted for him to go. Next came the school book which was a nice contrast to the pen and he tried to catch the book but missed miserably and it hit him in the chest then dropped onto his foot. He tried his damnedest to keep himself calm and collected but if she kept throwing things at him he wouldn't be able to.
The man advanced on her and grabbed her by the arms firmly, knowing she was planning on fighting back. She'd been so goddamn feisty but this time he didn't want her to struggle against him, he wanted her to listen! "I could take you right now. I could take you and never let you go again, is that what you want!" He snapped at her and gave her a shake as if that was suppose to make things better. No, he suspected it was only going to make it worse but he couldn't stop himself from doing it until it was already done and then he released her arms.
"I know you want me," it was a matter of stating the obvious, he knew it and she knew it no matter how deep she buried it. "I know because when I touch you, your body responds even if you don't want to admit it." He was practically growling at her the way he had just a week ago in the bedroom when he wanted her to beg, but this time there was something different about it. He wasn't trying to get her to give him sex this time, he was trying to get her to stop being blind to the way her body reacted to him.
"I don't love you," his words were soft and his eyes intense as he stared down at her, "sometimes, I don't even like you. But most of the time I do and I enjoy your company." It was like a struggle for Sebastian trying to turn feelings into words. He preferred it when people just hated him because then they didn't expect anything, but when he expressed how he felt that's then there were certain expectations.
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Jun 8, 2012 19:40:17 GMT -5
Her attempts at keeping him at bay failed miserably and only seemed to piss him off. In a flash he was grabbing her arms and keeping her from doing anything more to him. "I could take you right now. I could take you and never let you go again, is that what you want!" He snapped at her and gave her a little shake. At first she was a little startled and afraid but slowly her anger crept back in and she glared at him
"I know you want me. I know because when I touch you, your body responds even if you don't want to admit it." She looked like smoke was about to pour from her ears, which turned a fierce shade of red along with her cheeks. She wanted to smack him! "You don't know what you're talking about." She growled, her fists clenched at her sides. She wanted to wail on him, but she held back, afraid he would take her away again. She didn't want to go back, now. She liked her freedom and she was just starting to get back on a normal schedule of sleep during the night and awake during the day.
"I don't love you," Why the hell was he there telling her that? She didn't care! At least she told herself that. She did care a little, but she was moving past it. She would be a complete moron to want someone like him to love her and a bigger one if she loved him in return! "sometimes, I don't even like you. But most of the time I do and I enjoy your company."
Her eyes narrowed knowing she was stuck. She was completely helpless. She couldn't hurt him, kick him out or call the police. "What's the matter, didn't find kidnapping other girls was as much fun? Just because I wanted to fuck you doesn't mean anything, Sebastian. I was confused and you'd manipulated me." The words the therapist had told her when she admitted she hadn't hated him. "I don't want you." She knew it wasn't true but he didn't need to know that. Even now she wanted him but she would never give in. She was too damn stubborn. "So what do you want? Me to come back willingly? To kidnap me all over again? To accept your fucking apology?" She hissed, her tone growing louder. "Just tell me what you fucking want so I can get back to studying, because I have six weeks to play catch up because you fucking stole me from my life."
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Jun 8, 2012 20:08:41 GMT -5
"What's the matter, didn't find kidnapping other girls was as much fun? Just because I wanted to fuck you doesn't mean anything, Sebastian. I was confused and you'd manipulated me." Sebastian did manipulate her. He manipulated everyone who walked into his life, it was just what he did. His father had been a very manipulative man and had passed that down to Sebastian. "I don't want you." He knew that Alyson had wanted him even if it was only for a little while, but those feelings had been there. "So what do you want? Me to come back willingly? To kidnap me all over again? To accept your fucking apology?"
Yes too all of the above, he thought to himself but kept a straight poker face just watching her and allowing her to vent it all out. "I want you," he said in that same soft voice he'd been using this entire time and attempted to reach up and palm her face in his hand but he wasn't sure if she'd flinch away or not, he could practically see the heat coming off her cheek from her temper. He found it kind of amusing, though he didn't smile, that she was the one who was trying to hurt him in her rage while he was staying calm and cool.
"I don't want to kidnap you, but I do want you to come back on your own, to be with me at night. Because despite what you might think I care about you and hope someday I might grow to love you the way that you deserve." His eyes narrowed but it wasn't out of anger, he was just so out of his own element and serious that it was hard for him.
Sebastian took another step towards her, trying to get as close as he physically could, wondering just how much he could get away with. Would she allow him to get close enough so that they were touching or would she skitter away from him? "I won't threaten anyone you love this time and I'll try to keep my temper contained. It's just that damn ring!" He felt himself heating up at the very thought of it, "it would have changed things. You wouldn't have had to stay cooped up in the bedroom all day long."
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Jun 8, 2012 21:31:54 GMT -5
"I want you," Her heart caught in her throat, unsure how to feel about his confession. He said it so softly, in a way that made her stop and stare, surprised. He reached out to touch her face and she didn't move at first, but after a second she turned her face away from his touch. It didn't make a difference if he wanted her! He'd done terrible things to her, and she couldn't lose sight of that like she had before. It had been so easy for him to walk all over her! He'd been a master puppeteer.
"I don't want to kidnap you, but I do want you to come back on your own, to be with me at night. Because despite what you might think I care about you and hope someday I might grow to love you the way that you deserve." Suddenly that was what he wanted? Now he was making the offer? She narrowed her eyes back at him, pursing her lips. The more he spoke the more angry she grew. What, did he want to be her boyfriend now? He wouldn't kidnap her or threaten anyone but she still had to come to his house at night? She was wondering if she even really had a say. He could just take her again if she said no, couldn't he? It wasn't fair!
Then he began talking about that damn ring again! "it would have changed things. You wouldn't have had to stay cooped up in the bedroom all day long." Now it was the rings fault he had locked her away?
"Bullshit." She growled, not liking the close proximity but afraid to move away. Plus, as much as she didn't like it, there was a part of her that did. "You could have made that arrangement with me from the beginning. You could have just tried to date me like a normal fucking person, but... but you didn't! You tried to put me in a cage and then you.." She gulped and looked away, her brows low over her hazel eyes.
"I'm not going to come to your house every night because you think someday you could love me. You fucking slapped me! That really hurt. No one's ever slapped me like that!" She was beginning to cave a little, though. "I don't trust you. I don't trust that you'll let me leave." Her tone calmed a little as she said it, getting to the real issue at hand. he'd betrayed her trust, and her. He'd abused her physically and mentally and she didn't want to be hurt like that ever again.
"And you can't blame this on some stupid ring!"
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Jun 8, 2012 21:57:08 GMT -5
"You could have made that arrangement with me from the beginning. You could have just tried to date me like a normal fucking person, but... but you didn't! You tried to put me in a cage and then you.." Alyson trailed off and Sebastian cocked his head to the side, curious to what she was going to say. He locked her up, he fed her and bought her nice things, he took her out, he did a lot of things for the girl. What was the occasional slap or strangle? Then again, he had to remind himself that this was a human girl, not one of his own kind. Gargoyles could take the roughness, but he'd enjoyed having such power over her. He loved power any way he could get it.
"I'm not going to come to your house every night because you think someday you could love me. You fucking slapped me! That really hurt. No one's ever slapped me like that!" Maybe it was time, he thought to himself but didn't say a word, he let her continue to try and tell him how she wouldn't do what he wanted, how she was going to be free. He wasn't looking for a girlfriend, he didn't even want a girlfriend. He wanted someone that he could actually trust and fuck when he wanted to. He wanted the interesting conversations and mall break-ins.
"I don't trust you. I don't trust that you'll let me leave." He let out a sigh to show he was getting tired and impatient with listening to her go on and on and he even backed away from her until he felt the bed hit the back of his legs and he sat down as if this was just a casual conversation they were having.
"And you can't blame this on some stupid ring!" Did she think that was what he was doing? That he was blaming everything he'd done on the ring? He smirked and gave her a don't-be-so-stupid look, "I only found out about the ring the night we were at the mall, so it couldn't be the reason for everything else now, could it?" He acted like this was common knowledge, something that she should already know.
"I would have been glad to come to an agreement with you, but I didn't want to do it that night. Not when I knew we were going to have a very angry visitor who if he thought you meant anything to me, might have taken you the way I took his little redheaded lamb. When you threw a fit I knew the only way to get you to stop was to throw you out, it was my very feeble failure of an attempt to keep you safe, obviously." His eyes widened as if he were going to say something surprising but he didn't and then his expression went back to casual once more.
"You misconstrued my words and flipped out, so actually this could be turned around to be your fault." Now he was just trying to taunt her and get her all wild up knowing that it was so easy for him to do with her or with anybody. Then he heaved another long sigh and leaned back until he was propped up on his elbows and watching her as if he were making himself right at home. "Thanks to you and your little friend, I can't go back home. So as far as trusting to leave, all I have is a hotel room. And by now you should know I don't like being around anyone when the sun comes up, what am I going to do, lock you in the bathroom? Not possible."
He was trying real hard to keep Alyson around, and for what? So he could push this stubborn could and try to get her to relax, have a good time and maybe even get him laid at some point? What was the big deal about Alyson? Maybe that's why he wanted her around so badly, so that he could figure out what it was about her that he enjoyed. Because it wasn't when she was screaming bloody murder or slapping his hand away when he tried to lift her shirt.
"I'm not going to lay around here and beg when I could just lift you over my shoulder and take off, it's just pathetic on my part." He shrugged his shoulders and watched her, wondering if she was going to throw anything else at him now that he wasn't near her anymore. "But I'm trying a different approach. I have a feeling my nights are numbered anyway so this offer isn't going to be on the table for long. Do or don't, I'll just snatch up someone else instead to keep me warm at night." He didn't know what he was trying to do now, whether it was to make her jealous or if he wanted to make her feel guilty. Either way he was hoping it would work because the sappy bullshit sure wasn't.
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Jun 8, 2012 22:23:36 GMT -5
She was mad that he was trying to turn this around on her, how he was trying to protect her. She wasn't going to buy it, though. He had slapped her far too hard for that, and he had been angry with what she was saying. No. She was glad he had backed away because she was sure she would have shoved him away otherwise.
"You misconstrued my words and flipped out, so actually this could be turned around to be your fault." "Excuse me?" Her eyes narrowed again. He was doing a shit job of trying to get her on his side and make her want anything to do with him, if that's even what he was trying to do. And now he was blaming HER for him not being able to go home? Was this guy for REAL?!
"I'm not going to lay around here and beg when I could just lift you over my shoulder and take off, it's just pathetic on my part." She was starting to feel back in a corner. How had she ever liked such an arrogant shit stain? "But I'm trying a different approach. I have a feeling my nights are numbered anyway so this offer isn't going to be on the table for long. Do or don't, I'll just snatch up someone else instead to keep me warm at night."
She was practically shaking with rage. Had he come to taunt her? Was that it? What happened to he liked her? Apparently that was gone since she had denied him. "So let me get this straight.." She said, her eyes narrowing, though she stayed in her spot on the bed. "You slapped me and threw me out because you were trying to protect me, and I flipped out over nothing because "I" misconstrued "your" words and this whole thing with you not being able to go home is my fault." She cocked a brow. "Oh, and I should go with you because if I don't you could just haul me off if you wanted, but might just go find someone new? Really? Well, gee, that's a real tough choice you laid out for me. Let's go! I'm all in, baby!" She shot sarcastically. "Fuck you!" She snapped after before he could think she might have been serious. "What, you want my permission to go off and fins some easy slut to take to your motel room? Fine. Here it is. Go have fun with someone else. Go beat other women! Go hold them hostage and fuck with their minds and make them think they like you. Do you see me caring? No!" Though it was quite apparent she did care as tears filled her eyes and trickled down her cheeks. "Just go!" She cried angrily looking for something else to throw at him, but she was pretty sure the computer monitor would fall short if she tried flinging it.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Jun 8, 2012 23:03:56 GMT -5
Perhaps Sebastian's attempts were useless since everything he said pissed her off and everything she said sounded like garbled up bullshit to him. He moved his elbows and dropped down onto the bed so he could stare up at the ceiling. He didn't want to say anything more without thinking about what he said first, because at this rate he wasn't getting anywhere. He was going to dig himself into a bigger and deeper hole. What could he say to have her come with him? To be with him? He truly felt there was an impending doom hanging over his head since he'd managed to screw up his plan with the ring. Even though August had threatened to go to the council if he didn't let the girl go he was pretty sure he would have gone anyway like a bitch with its tail between its legs.
"Clearly I'm not that great when it comes to swooning and swaying you to come back. This hasn't been my best work," He did his best work when he was shirtless or feeling up a woman since at that time they were more concerned with here his fingers would travel next, they didn't care what name he called them or one liner he tried to give at that point.
He looked over at her, leaning up off the bed a bit so he could make sure she was still there before he plopped his head right back down on the bed once more. Her bed wasn't nearly as comfortable as his was at home and even less so than the hotel mattress. At least theirs had a little bit of support, not that Sebastian slept on it. These days he laid there face down doing abso-fucking-lutely nothing.
"I don't care what you say I know you're considering it. Deep down you want to." He pulled himself up off the bed and went straight toward her again, maybe now she had cooled down a bit and was less likely to flip out on him. He was quick about it as he came up to her and draped his arms around her legs, his hands reaching for her ass to get a good grip and lifted her up into the air hugging her stomach against his chest and her chest.. well, it was directly eye level. He knew she'd start squirming and he dropped her down onto her cruddy bed, watching her bounce to the sound of the springs. "You need a new bed," he commented and shook his head showing is disapproval.
He climbed up onto the bed after her and kneeled there on the mattress and straddled her thighs under him, giving her room to move her legs and even squirm free but it would take her a little bit of time. Sebastian looked down at her and watched, waiting for the fit to commence. "Now, I'll tell you why you want to," he went on to explain, "not only have you not run out of here screaming but you haven't tried to call the cops either. You know pens and books can't hurt me."
He contemplated giving her more information, giving her something about him that might keep her interested. But just how much could he truly trust her, when she'd gone to the authorities and had been screaming at him to get out just ten minutes or so ago. "Now, are you going to let me try and make it up to you for hurting you or are you going to keep throwing your tantrum?"
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Jun 8, 2012 23:32:46 GMT -5
"Clearly I'm not that great when it comes to swooning and swaying you to come back. This hasn't been my best work," Oh, was that what he was doing? "Clearly." She agreed. Her arms folded
"I don't care what you say I know you're considering it. Deep down you want to." There was a part of her that wanted to deny it but she knew he was right. She had considered it, and it wasn't that deep down, but she had a meeting with the therapist next week and she knew it was just a bad idea. She was about to deny it anyway when he got up and made his way to her. "Don't!" She cried as he lifted her, afraid he was going to snatch her up and take her away again. She bucked in his grasp and yelled "Put me down!" When he did. On her bed.
Aly gulped as she laid there, watching him crawl on top of her, straddling her legs. Her insides clenched and her cheeks flushed as she glared at him for doing what he pleased because he could! She could probably wriggle free but he would have grabbed her before she was completely out of his grasp. "Get off!" She growled, kicking her legs to no avail.
"Now, I'll tell you why you want to," Aly rolled her eyes and then glared at him again, folding her arms over her chest as he explained why she hadn't run.
"Now, are you going to let me try and make it up to you for hurting you or are you going to keep throwing your tantrum?" Alyson huffed and then grabbed her pillow and flung it at him. Why was he such an ass?! "Depends, are you going to take me without my consent again?" She snarled, "Because if that's the case, I'll gladly throw my tantrum until you've gotten the message loud and clear that I don't want you anymore. In fact, I'm pretty sure never did. I was just confused." Another of the therapists ideas.
"Besides, I don't think you could ever make it up to me. Especially after the way you've conducted yourself so far." She added, bucking under him.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Jun 8, 2012 23:48:10 GMT -5
"Because if that's the case, I'll gladly throw my tantrum until you've gotten the message loud and clear that I don't want you anymore. In fact, I'm pretty sure never did. I was just confused." He was growing weary of her denying that she wanted him. He should just move on to the next stupid girl and get his rocks off with someone who wouldn't give him so much trouble. That's what he should do, but he wouldn't.
"I'm only going to say this one last time," He could feel her legs kicking and if he had been straddling her just a little lower then he would have been in for a world of hurt. She bucked and kicked, thrashing about and it didn't phase him in the slightest. Sebastian leaned forward and held himself up with his hands so he was above her just like he had been that last night they had been together. "Don't make this difficult," he leaned down even more so his face was hovering just above hers and his grey hues stayed fixated on her, growing soft while his brows knitted together to make his expression look filled with so much emotion that he actually looked kind.
"I.. want you." He said the words so quiet that they were almost a whisper. "I miss you," he continued and slowly, almost cautiously, he shifted his weight and brought his mouth to her neck wanting to cover it in soft little kisses if she'd stay still long enough for him to. "I need you," this was the last thing he had up his sleeve and if this didn't get a rise out of her then he didn't know what would. "Come back to me."
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Jun 9, 2012 0:10:35 GMT -5
"I'm only going to say this one last time," She groaned angrily under him, not wanting to hear it any more times! "Don't make this difficult," She huffed, wondering what he would do if she did make it difficult. Would he haul her away anyway? Find someone else? She was glaring at him, but his look seemed to change before her eyes. His eyes softened as he came closer, making her flailing cease, her stomach clench.
"I.. want you." Yes. She'd heard that part already. "I miss you," he continued, his face lowering to her neck. She tensed, gulping as he came close, his warm breath on her neck. "I need you," She felt the soft kissed, her heart racing and her breath growing shallow.
"Come back to me." She unraveled.
Aly shut her eyes. He was right, she did want him. Her neck responded before her brain could tell it not to, tilting and allowing him better access. She had officially calmed down, only to get riled up in another way. Was she really so easy? Could he simply barge in here, unwelcome, and seduce her? Would she really be that girl? The girl she had always teased for being a complete moron?
Yeah, she could be that girl..
"You'll come here.." She breathed nervously, wanting to have things her way if she was going to submit to him like a complete and total idiot. "And you will never hit me again.." Her voice hitched slightly at her words as she squirmed under him, uncomfortable with her own pathetic desire for him. How could she be so easy? Why was he so hard to fight off? "O..okay?" he heart raced. Those little kisses felt very nice...
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