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Post by AUGUST WITT on Apr 29, 2012 18:49:20 GMT -5
"Wait," It was a feeble attempt to make him do such a thing and he continued on his way to her door when she caught his arm. The look he flashed her was menacing and despite the pleading in her eyes he pulled his arm from her grasp. Did she honestly expect him to stay? What for, so he could enjoy his evening watching television with her and the dog? His brows lowered over his eyes dangerously. What a preposterous thought!
He didn't need to say anything, but she was moving away from him. August peered over his shoulder out of curiosity, watching her grab at the taller, sturdier looking male in the room. At least Maxine was intelligent enough to choose the Alpha. He was stone faced watching the scene unfold in front of him, jealous, enraged and threatening.
In a moment he was out the door like the dog he was and she was pressing herself against the door, begging him to not be angry. Did she truly think he would be so quick to forgive her transgression? The boy had been far too comfortable in her home, helping himself to the contents of her fridge and acting like he belonged there. Not to mention he had been naked! She would be a fool to think he wouldn't notice how attractive the boy had been. August was not interested in the male body, but even he could recognize the allure he had. Tall, well built, well groomed... he obviously took care of himself and with an ego that large he could certainly make women weak in the knees. August had every right to be angry and skeptical.
"Please don't be mad?" He repeated dangerously, his voice low and precarious. His stance making it clear she would be wise not to approach him yet. "I come to your home to surprise you with a gift, the prospect of a night out, and the promise to fuck you, something you seem to crave most, and I find you here with a dog... a dog who in fact is a naked man?" He was obviously upset. The TV in the room was loud, but he was certain she could hear him over it. The sound, however, drowned out that of the sounds from the second floor.
"Do you take me for an idiot, Maxine?" He asks dangerously. "Do I look like an unintelligent man?" His voice is challenging and he could feel himself growing angrier still. His eyes were narrowed and he took slow, deliberate steps towards her. "We had an agreement." He said slowly, closing the gap between them. In a moment he was in front of her and his fingers moved up, gripping her chin firmly, holding her head up so his eyes were all she would be able to see. "You. Are. Mine." He reminded in a harsh whisper. "You are not to see him again."
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Apr 29, 2012 21:14:33 GMT -5
Maxi was terrified by the low, dark tone August took. She knew where his mind was going. She knew he assumed she and Brett were more than friends. He probably thought they were having sex. No doubt August had noticed how attractive Brett was, which would only make it harder to convince him she didn't feel that way about Brett. When he stepped closer to her, she felt a surge of fear, and the door at her back was the only thing that steadied her. She looked to his feet trying to compose herself. His feet turned to his stomach, then his chest, but still she wouldn't look him in the eye, she was too frightened. But his hand found her chin, and she was forced to look into those stony blue-gray eyes.
"You. Are. Mine." Yes, it was true. He didn't even know how true it was, but she was his. "You are not to see him again." There was a sickness in her stomach now. Her brow furrowed as she frowned, knowing she couldn't make that promise. Holding his gaze, she swallowed the lump in her throat. "August..." she said softly. "I am yours. Every part of me is yours. I've more than proved that over the last couple weeks." Her heart was pounding as she stared into his eyes, preparing for her next statement. "But...I can't promise I'll never see Brett again. He's my friend, August. I won't cut my friends out of my life. I know you don't believe me, but that's all we are. If Brett made it seem otherwise, he's only doing it to rile you up. It's what he does. But I promise you, there's nothing else between me and Brett. He's like a little brother to me. I don't even notice anyone else sexually anymore. Just you."
The sincerity in her voice was undeniable, but somehow she felt she hadn't completely convinced him. Her eyes were large as she stared up at August, on the verge of tears to convince him she was telling the truth. She wouldn't cut her friends out of her life, though. That wasn't something she could do, and she would stand firm by that position. Why couldn't she have both?
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Post by brettdawson on Apr 29, 2012 21:40:01 GMT -5
"You are not to see him again."
Like hell! Brett was about to go storming down the stairs right then and there. Maxi was his friend before she was that Gargoyle's fuck buddy. Again that picture made him sick. That guy was some kind of freak. He shouldn't be allowed around Maxi. The only thing that kept him from flying down the stairs was Maxi's voice. She sounded scared shitless. That worried him. Beside his voice, what else could this freak be doing to her? "He's my friend, August. I won't cut my friends out of my life." Go Maxi! Hell yeah. Brett wasn't going anywhere fast.
He wanted to get a look at them, just listening wasn't going to cut it. He debated going down the stairs, but it was too risky to be caught. He'd just have to wait and listen. If something terrible was happening, he could sense and hear it. He had great hearing due to his therian abilities. When the guy, apparently named August, was stepping towards her earlier, he could hear that. They must be close. He must look threatening, he decided. He was itching to attack. To pin this guy to the ground and beat the living shit out of him. She must be hypnotized.
He felt bad for MaxI.
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(Since he's just listening I made it a short post so we can get on with the plot.)
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Apr 29, 2012 22:12:22 GMT -5
"August..." The hand at his side curled into a fist, the tiny hairs at the back of his neck prickling as they stood on end. She had the audacity to make him stay and then defy what he'd told her? Had he not given her exactly what she wanted already? She wanted him around, he knew from her reaction at seeing him, by her eager willingness to do whatever he so desired. She loved his firm hand, the way he pushed and demanded and took from her what he wanted. In the end she was always pleased and content.
The more she spoke, the more upset he was becoming. She was doing very little to ease his mind other than to say they were nothing more than friends. Despite the sad, pleading look in her eyes his fist came up and he slammed his hand against the door next to her head, his other hand sliding to rest on the opposite side of her head, both arms braced against the door as he looked deep into her eyes, frustration etched into his own. He didn't like her defying what he said. He expected her to simply obey his command, but she had to press!
"You should never want to be around someone who would intentionally stand between us. Someone who wants to upset me for his own pleasure by hinting you are more to him than you say." His breathing was shallow, but he never lad a hand on her, even if deep down he wanted to beat the submission into her. "He wants you in all the ways I've taken you, any fool could see that! He's not interested in your camaraderie, Maxine!" He hissed.
He could see he was upsetting her more and his body eased a little, though his face stayed cross. "See him if you must." He growled, his tone dangerous despite his slightly more relaxed stance, his hands creeping to her shoulders, his touch surprisingly gentle. "But not here. See him in public where he can't parade around exposing himself to you. That's unacceptable." He felt what he offered was fair, and his look was a warning not to push her luck further than she had. "You are mine, Maxine. Do I need to remind you in all the ways in which you belong to me?" He asked, raising a brow, his left hand creeping to her face, his thumb sliding over her bottom lip.
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Apr 29, 2012 23:08:49 GMT -5
Maxi jumped and gasped when August slammed his fist into the door. Her eyes had closed for a moment, but she opened them again to find his face just in front of hers, his arms braced against the door. She was relieved he was making good on their agreement--no hitting her face and no punching. He looked like he wished he could though. His eyes made her heart pound further. The words he said irked her, and her brow furrowed a little. Who was he to tell her who to hang around? He didn't know her and Brett's relationship, nor did he want to know; that in itself bothered her, but it wouldn't change. Brett didn't want to be around him either, so it was a mutual dislike.
"He wants you in all the ways I've taken you, any fool could see that! He's not interested in your camaraderie, Maxine!" Now Maxi felt herself getting irritated. Perhaps that first part was true; in fact, she knew it was. That was no secret between her and Brett. But the last part, that wasn't true. Brett was a good friend, a loyal friend, however irritating he may have been at times. "If he weren't interested in my friendship, he wouldn't be here," she said back softly, her eyes starting to fill with tears of frustration. August hadn't angered her like this before, and she felt her blood boiling in a way she wasn't used to around him.
His hands came to her shoulders and she was surprised at how gentle his touch was. It helped calm her some, and he laid out his conditions to seeing Brett. She could live with those conditions. They could still be goofy in public, so she didn't mind those parameters. Not that Brett wouldn't find some way to get naked and change in public if he really wanted to, but that was the last thing she needed to say to August. "Okay," she agreed quietly. Brett wouldn't like that, but he would accept it if he knew how much it would mean to her. "You are mine, Maxine. Do I need to remind you in all the ways in which you belong to me?" She let his thumb slide across her lip, feeling a rush of desire, but something troubled her.
"Yes, I'm yours. I don't need any reminders. But are you mine?" she asked, her fear subsiding somewhat. Maxi was a doormat, she couldn't deny that; but she had her desires too, and they needed to be voiced. "I've told I'm yours, proved it to you dozens of times, but you've never told me you're mine. Have you been seeing other women?" The sudden thought made her sick, and she was almost afraid of the answer. "Because...I don't want you to. I hate the thought of you with anyone else, just as much as you hate the thought of me with anyone else." It was the truth, and she spoke it with soft but firm sincerity. If he had a right to get upset about Brett, then she had a right to get upset about other women too. She waited anxiously for his answer.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Apr 30, 2012 13:39:18 GMT -5
Maxine was naïve and foolish and it irritated August, but she was also his and he wasn’t keen on the idea of letting her go. Not yet. He enjoyed her company, even if she often was over eager and said things that made him want to roll his eyes. She was gorgeous, and for the most part compliant. She was also an ardent student when it came to him showing her in all the ways he wished for her to please him. Deep down he knew there was more to her than the sexual desire, but he wasn't willing to allow himself to think about it or consider it. Things were simpler when they were strictly carnal.
"Yes, I'm yours. I don't need any reminders.” He was disappointed with her answer, but said nothing. The thought of filling each hole of hers once more turned him on, but she didn’t appear to be done speaking. “But are you mine?" He raised a brow at her. Was she going there? Now?
August felt his temper flair once more at the audacity she had to try and turn this on him somehow! His hands dropped to his side and both laid there, his arms tense and rigid once more as she began her onslaught, questioning his devotion. “I think you misunderstand me when I say you’re mine.” He told her gravely. “You are mine in the sense you belong to me, like a plaything.” There was no sense beating around the bush with this one. August knew she wouldn’t likely understand subtlety, and further he didn’t enjoy leaving things up to interpretation. She needed to be made aware of the nature of their relationship.
“I have never told you I am yours because I am not yours, Maxine.” He explained. “Not in the way you’re expecting me to be.” His tone was softer now, more businesslike. She needed to know the parameters in which he expected her to abide by. “I do not belong to people.” It was matter of fact and to the point. He slid his hand over her stomach feeling the soft, flat flesh below her shirt. “As for my allegiance to you, that’s another matter. I believe in monogamy, Maxine. I can’t expect you to desire only me if I’m only halfway here myself. I assure you, as long as I’m with you, you are the only one I desire. I let no more than one distraction in my life at a time. If you weren’t the one I wanted, I wouldn’t bother with you.” He pushed a finger inside her waistband, pulling down slightly, not enough to remove any clothing, just enough to tease.
“I don’t like the tone you’re using with me right now, baby.” His own voice was growing lusty. It was clear all this talk of desire made him yearn to be inside her once more. “I talk politics and rules all week. I’d like to escape all that when I’m in the sanctity of your company. Let’s not tarnish this evening any more than it already has been.” His eyes were smoldering as they met gazed into hers. He wanted her. He wanted her to feel just how much she belonged to him, and he also wanted to punish her for being around that dog. The best way he knew to do that was to toy with her in the only way he really knew how.
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Apr 30, 2012 17:38:08 GMT -5
Maxi bristled when August referred to her as a "plaything." Was that really all she was to him? That pissed her off and hurt at the same time. And he made it clear to her that he had no intention of being anything more than someone to have sex with. Great. It was a small relief that he said he would be with no one else while he was with her, his hand creeping up her shirt. For once, it didn't spark longing in her. Only confusion. Oh, I feel so special that you bother with me, she almost snapped. Why hadn't she seen this in him before? It infuriated her at the same time as it caused her pain. She liked being submissive to him, but there was a limit to that. Being submissive to the point of losing herself and her desires was not something she was willing to do.
"I don't like the tone you're using with me right now, baby." She almost laughed. She didn't like the tone he was using with her! And how could he be horny right now when she was pissed? As his eyes stared into hers, one finger dipped into the waistband of her shorts, she couldn't explain the tears welling up in her eyes. She was so frustrated. What had she expected from him? What her mother said, about the cows and the milk, that was screaming in her head. She had been right all along. One tear slipped down her cheek as she stared at August, her gaze both angry and sad. "No, I wouldn't want to tarnish your time with your 'plaything,'" she whispered, feeling defeated. She slipped away from him, gliding toward the stairs, wanting nothing more than to disappear. "What was I thinking? Thinking you actually cared?" she muttered half to herself and half to him.
When she came to the bottom of the stairs, she looked up suddenly, a figure catching her attention. "Brett!" she gasped before she could stop herself. She knew then that he was there because he was worried about her. He couldn't leave her alone with August. Earlier, it would have made her angry; now, she was touched by his caring. He cared so much he had somehow found a way back into her house to make sure she was okay. Maxi's tears were running down her cheeks, unstoppable now as she looked at him from the bottom of the stairs. At least he genuinely cared about her. "What are you doing up there?" she sobbed, trying to wipe her tears away. She didn't want either of them to see her like this. She hated crying in front of other people, but something about these two seeing her cry made her even more uncomfortable. But she was just so torn between being disappointed by August and being so comforted by the sight of Brett, and she couldn't stop her tears.
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Post by brettdawson on Apr 30, 2012 20:07:42 GMT -5
Her plaything? Some boiling hot hatred was surging through his system. It was by a deep rooted, strenuously taught control that Brett didn't fly down those stairs and break every bone in that douchebag's body. How dare he?! Maxi, probably one of Brett's closest friends, just a used toy for this freak!? Now there was another thought that stopped him from storming down. Was he really all that different? Brett has used girls before. But it was different right? He never forced himself on them... They wanted to! He was respectful... Right? This inner battle made him question almost everything about himself. It was a revelation. One that only a greater asshole could give Brett. He even put himself in August's shoes. Brett never looked at it from the other side. It was always about him and his feelings. Something was changing inside of him. Would he act the same if he found a girl he cared about with another guy alone? No. Because August didn't give two shits about this girl. Did Brett ever care about anyone else?
Yes.
He wouldn't be here, listening to this conversation, if he didn't care. Maxi was his friend. Sure he'd tried to get in her pants, multiple times, but he never forced himself. He backed off when he knew she wasn't going for it. He realized now that when August was describing Brett, he was actually describing himself. He was the one who wanted to fuck her and be over with it. To own her. To dominate her. August was. Not Brett.
It had actually surprised Brett when Maxi had come to the stairs. He was so lost in thought, troubled by his past and August's words, that he didn't hear her footsteps. He took one look at her and knew she was practically heartbroken. She really cared about this guy. For once he didn't have a witty comeback, a cocky remark, or a comment that was clearly only to show off. His anger flared up again as her tears started flowing. He felt guilty, partially because if he wasn't there this whole thing wouldn't have happened. But no! This was all August. He was glad she knew the truth. He couldn't continue using her like that.... Not by pulling at her heart. That was low, weak. Fooling around with someone was one thing, but using their heart to get there was off limits.
Brett stood and walked down the stairs. He had the urge to hug her, but knew what he had to do first. Touching her would only piss this freak off even more. He gave her a look that said sorry, before walking between her and August. His hands were clenched into fists at his side. All he wanted to do was kill the man. To make him pay. But he couldn't. His friend still cared about him. Plus... it'd make things far too difficult. He said, in the sternest, most forceful way possible, "Get out." It was the voice he used on duty, when dealing with life threatening situations. It meant business. And it had action behind it. This was August's one warning.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Apr 30, 2012 20:55:17 GMT -5
She wasn't reciprocating, and August suddenly felt confused. Normally the little gazelle would be all over him, desperate at the chance to please him, but not now. "No, I wouldn't want to tarnish your time with your 'plaything,'"
His eyes narrowed as she pulled away from him. He didn't like that. He didn't like her defying him that way and he pursed his lips. She had taken his words the wrong way. "What was I thinking? Thinking you actually cared?" August felt his palms twitch with frustration. "Don't be ridiculous." He growled not only at her words but at the tears that slid from her eyes. Why did women feel the need to cry? If she shed tears he wanted it to be because he'd been too rough. At least that way he could make it better. "I brought you a present. I had every intention of taking you out this evening, had it not been for..." "Brett!"
Something in the way she said the name made August believe she wasn't finishing his sentence. His jaw clenched tight and he stared at the back of Maxine's flaming head. "What are you doing up there?"
The sensation that took took over could only be explained as blinding rage. Everything seemed to disappear around him; everything, that is, except Maxine. He heard the footsteps but willed himself to remain calm. He would rip the blonds throat out if he was, in fact, in the house.
It didn't take long for August to make eye contact with the beast, his body rigid as stone, his teeth clenched so tight he was sure they might shatter under the pressure of themselves. Never, in all his long life, did he feel as angry as he did in that very moment.
In a moment they were face to face. August had to tilt his head up a little in order to see directly into the clear blue eyes of the dog, seeing as Brett was a solid five inches taller.
"Get out."
August was far from intimidated. In fact, had he not been so enraged he might have even laughed at the boys feeble attempt to rid him of the girls home. He was already invested in her, and he didn't take kindly to be told what to do. Especially by vermin.
In one, swift move August had his firm, iron grip around Brett's throat and was pinning him to the wall by it, his blue-gray eyes storming their anger. He wanted to rip the boy limb from limb, but he held back for the moment. "You would be wise to never make the mistake of telling me what to do again." He warned, pressing hard against the boys windpipe. What he would give to snap that neck of his.
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Apr 30, 2012 21:18:06 GMT -5
When Brett came down and stood between her and August, Maxi almost hugged him. She was so grateful to have someone as loyal as Brett in her life. As much of a little shit as he could be, he was a true friend. "Get out." Her heart almost stopped. Brett shouldn't have talked to August that way. She knew August wouldn't take that well at all. The stare down between him and August made her heart race.
Then, almost out of nowhere, August had Brett pinned against the wall by his throat. She gasped, rushing forward, pulling on August's shoulders. "Stop it!" she screamed. When he didn't listen, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled at his middle, desperate to get him off of Brett. "Get off him, August!" she begged. The man was made of stone; literally. There was no way she could move him.
When Brett broke free, she let August go, surprised. But she didn't have time to celebrate long. Everything happened so fast, she could hardly process it all. How did a nice simple evening turn into a brawl in her hallway?
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Post by brettdawson on Apr 30, 2012 21:43:03 GMT -5
He was surprised at how fast he moved. His air was being blocked off before he had time to try to breathe. This guy was stronger than he expected. This was going to be a battle to test even his own strength. He used just enough of his upper body strength to breathe and speak. His cocky, snarky, and arrogant smirk spreading across his face. The first of many remarks burst from his lips, "Are you mad that you can't 'take' her tonight," he used his words. The ones he used to describe Brett's "actions". "That now, since you are actually the douchebag in this situation, you've lost her "comraderie" as well?" Then he mustered up all he could to un-pin himself from the wall. His hands had grabbed his wrists while he twisted out from under the wall.
Brett had then used a balance technique, that no amount of strength could counter, to reverse their position. He pressed August face-first into the wall, pinning him like he would any normal criminal. Normally, one hand would hold back the arms while the other grabbed the cuffs, but Brett wasn't about to give him a chance to break free. It is much harder to pull apart one's arms in this position anyways. He hand both wrists crossed, each hand holding one as he spoke again. "You wont leave in peace? Fine." He then swung August out from the wall and towards the opposite, just missing Maxi in the process, and hoping he would stumble and fall into something sharp. "Lets go, Freak."
He was fuming. Finally able to release all his built-up anger. Maxi screaming only made things worse. She should leave, get out of the way at least. This was not a good place for her to be. She could get hurt physically now. He was reminded of those tears as he thought about her being hurt, and that sent him into a blind rage. This son of a bitch was not going to leave without a major injury. Brett would make sure of this.
All of those thoughts happened in a split second.
Brett then surged at the man, looking as if he was a professional line-backer about to floor some poor rookie, when suddenly his foot shot towards August's stomach. If impacted correctly, it would force him crumpling against the wall, out of breath. At least that was the textbook style. He still had on those thick boots, and with luck, bits of glass were stuck to the bottoms. If his hit was dodged incorrectly, he could hope for a scratch.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Apr 30, 2012 22:06:04 GMT -5
Maxine's screams hardly registered in his mind as the boy struggled against him. He was squeezing lightly, but the kids hands came up and began to pull him away. He was surprised by his strength. "I hardly think you are qualified to make any assumptions regarding my relationship with Miss McManus." He growled in retaliation to the dogs attempt at a verbal attack. Maxine belonged to him. It was simple. She was his and the sooner she accepted that, the better off they would all be.
In a quick movement, the boy had turned the tables and August found himself crashing face first into the wall. Never had anyone successfully manhandled him before, save for his trainings. He wondered if he had police training considering the current hold he was being held in.
"You wont leave in peace? Fine." He was being flung away from the wall and just missed hitting Maxine, but didn't fall as the boy had likely intended, catching his balance. He glared at him as only a predator could, his glare dark. Not only was he trying to harm him, but the reckless moron was putting the girl in danger as well, and despite what he though he may feel for Maxine, he certainly did care. a great deal, even if he wasn't willing to admit it to himself.
Brett was charging at him, but August had good reflexes and when the foot came up, he moved away, reaching for the leg and pulling it upwards and towards him, trying to knock the kid off his feet. A sharp pain ripped through his arm, however, as a shard of glass from the boys boots sliced him. His skin was deep and hard, though, and the wound was only on the surface.
"You are fighting a losing battle!" He snarled, hardly feeling the cut anymore and his eyes turned to Maxine, dangerous and was it lust? "Go." He growled at her. "Before you get hurt." He looked almost angry at her, but it wasn't his gazelle that had him so wound up, but the moron intent on trying to protect her, and putting her in danger in the process.
"I hardly think I've lost her camaraderie." He spat at the boy. "She knows where she belongs. She knows it's with me."
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on May 1, 2012 12:09:18 GMT -5
Maxi jumped when Brett slammed August into the wall face first. She wanted August to learn to respect her more, but that wasn't the way to go about it. Brett had never been so angry around her before, though, and it frightened her to the point she was frozen near them. "You won't leave in peace? Fine." Brett sent August hurtling in her direction, and she actually brought her arms up to catch him. August missed her, though, and she looked over to Brett, frantic what he would do next. All she wanted to do was stop this. Fighting wasn't what she wanted. Not now, not in her house, not between the two of them, even if August had hurt her and insulted her. This was her problem, not Brett's. Didn't he know that regardless of what August said, she would still see him? He was one of her best friends. There was no way what August said could stop her. The emotional stuff, that was something Maxi could work out for herself.
Brett came charging at August, and Maxi jumped again, seeing his foot come up to August. She thought she saw the glint of something in his boots, and though August caught his leg, Maxi could see the cut in his skin, confirming her suspicion. Was it glass in Brett's boot? Whatever it was, Maxi was worried about August's wound. When August's blue-gray eyes came to hers, she was in a daze of panic. It almost looked like concern in his eyes, mixed with anger. "Go. Before you get hurt." He seemed angry, but she had a good idea she wasn't the one he was angry with. But she wasn't going anywhere.
"I hardly think I've lost her camaraderie. She knows where she belongs. She knows it's with me." Maxi couldn't explain why those words made her heart flutter. Was that where she belonged? Didn't that mean he wanted her to be with him? But he told her not to be ridiculous when she said she thought he cared. Yet wasn't his possessiveness indication of what she meant to him? He was a grown-ass man fighting another grown-ass man because he thought there was more going on between her and Brett than there actually was. She knew this was a sign of Brett's caring too. She knew her tears sparked him to defend her, make August pay for putting them there. It was a different kind of caring than what August felt for her. August wanted her to be with him and only him and be content to be so, Brett wanted her to be happy. But she had been happy, with both of them, up until now.
Without any further hesitation, she stepped between them, guarding August from Brett and Brett from August. If they hit her, so be it. She wasn't moving, though. "Stop it," she said firmly, her teacher voice coming into play, though her look was pleading. She wouldn't yell anymore. That didn't do a damn bit of good. Though she was facing Brett, she looking over her shoulder at August. "I appreciate that I mean so much to both of you that you would fight over me, but I won't have this in my house. Brett, whatever you broke to get in here, go clean it up. August, I'd like to talk to you on the porch. I'm not moving until you two do what I ask." Her voice made it clear she was serious. The tears were gone and she was intent on stopping this madness. They were all grown-ups. It was time to stop acting like hormone-driven teenagers.
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Post by brettdawson on May 1, 2012 16:01:50 GMT -5
He did stumble, but luckily for him he wrenched his leg down, out of August's grasp to catch himself. Good thing he was flexible, his groin would not have liked that tension. He agreed with Maxi's department of the area, he was about to say almost those exact words when August beat him to it. He was a little busy not falling on his face. "She doesn't belong to anyone! She isn't your toy! What is wrong with you?!" Brett, brutally and without thinking, swung his fist towards August's face. It was a simple punch. One that was backed by dumb rage and pure instincts. He could have done a more skilled and powerful move, but this swift attempt was impulse.
After the punch, Maxi showed up between them. Her frame was delicate compared to the two men's. "Stop it." The blind rage that had fueled him had died away. Although still angry, he backed away from her and August. He needed space if he wanted to cool down. And clearly he wasn't going to attack the brute with her in the way. He ran his hands up over his face and through his hair. He tugged at it angrily as she continued speaking. He was going to clean up obviously. He was about to object, not wanting to leave her alone with this Freak, until she said the porch. Good. He could listen in through the broken window.
He left quickly, without another word. He climbed the stairs by twos and only opened the door when he heard the front one shut. Then he began his clean up. He picked up the big shards first as he listened in. The vacuum would come in later, when he was sure he wasn't going to kidnap her or beat her... or worse. He cursed this whole situation. His anger still built up. He'd never get to see her again. That Freak had her wrapped around his disgusting finger. Brett saw it in her eyes. Brett wouldn't care if she was going out with anyone. It wasn't his problem. But this guy, as he's repeated a thousand times, was not good for her. It wasn't even his job to take care of her... He thought about leaving her alone to deal with it herself.
He couldn't do that. It was instinct to protect and serve. Both canine and police training screamed that. Plus he was far too deep in to this drama to back out now.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on May 1, 2012 21:09:36 GMT -5
The filthy savage was wrong. She did belong to him. He had established that with her, several times. She agreed. She was his. His thoughts made him grin darkly as if he was in on some sort of secret that Brett was unaware of. Maxine had been so very willing to comply with his demands. She wanted nothing more than to be with him, and in the end he would have her. August got what he wanted. Plain and simple. He wouldn't even need to frighten Maxine into being at his side because she would do so willingly. Plus August had an ulterior motive now; being with Maxine meant the dog could not, and that drove the dog mad. August wanted nothing more than to drive him to the point of insanity.
Suddenly Brett's fist was coming at him and August didn't have the time to back away. He turned his head with the punch, the impact being less that way. He felt it, but it didn't sting as it should. That also was partially due to him being a gargoyle. Punches didn't hurt as badly as they should, even coming from brutes like Brett.
"Stop it."
August looked at the little red head between them, his thumb and pointer sliding down either side of his lips as he glowered at the beast boy. There was something in his eyes, something dangerous in the way he looked on, as if to tell Brett this wasn't over. Not even close.
She was a demanding little thing! Always so eager. The thought amused him slightly and blue-gray eyes followed the dog up the stairs. "Obedient mongrel, isn't he." He grumbled when he was gone. August finally looked silently at Maxine and then turned, moving through the door. He didn't like the thought that she could stop him from coming back in, but he would behave for her sake. At least tonight.
"Dog's truly are disgusting creatures." He grumbled once alone outside with her. He slid a hand to her face, cupping her chin. "You're gorgeous when you're fired up like this. Did you know that?" He asked, raising a brow.
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