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Post by Jesse Warrick on Oct 16, 2012 4:03:36 GMT -5
Jesse had been walking along Knockturn Alley when he lost his vision. He had frozen in shock at the fact the sight in front of him was now just black. He was tense, expecting something to happen and it did. He felt a sharp pain as something solid hit the back of his head. He stumbled forward, his lack of vision causing him to be a lot less stable than he normally was. He could hear scuffling of feet and he knew there was more than one person. He felt, what he guessed was a boot, hit his ribs and he went flying back. He hit a solid wall and the back of his head, already in pain, smacked against the stone.
They then continued to physically abuse him which he was surprised about. He wondered why no magic was involved. He couldn't fight back though he took some swings. There was nothing for him to do as they beat him. Then the pain he felt was all erased by the one searing pain in his abdomen and he knew what it was. He'd been stabbed. He felt himself cough and he was sure he tasted blood. He felt the knife slice him in other places and he knew, if this continued, he'd be dead soon. He thought of Ellie and Dylan and.
Then suddenly he heard the pounding of feet running away. He collapsed in a puddle of his own blood and coughed up some more. He knew no-one would help him here. He had to leave. He still couldn't see so he didn't bother opening his eyes. He knew he had to get out of here. The first thought that came to mind was the place he apparated to. Once there he wondered why he had done such a thing? Why would he come here of all reasons? He hauled him up enough to knock on the door, knowing that he would be getting blood everywhere. When he heard the door open he coughed and spoke before collapsing down.
"Help me."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2012 5:53:03 GMT -5
Scarlett had come home that night exhausted, her body had been pushed to the limit that day with there being group training for all aurors as well as having to duel, something her magical core was lacking at the moment since most of her energy went to keeping up her facade of being healthy. Dominic had already found out about her sickness and she wasn't about to let anyone else in on her secret, it was bad enough now having the older male constantly bug her about it. Scarlett wasn't used to affection, she had never been shown in by anyone and it was probably the reason she was the way she was, cold and straightforward in her thoughts. The moment she had gone home Scarlett had stripped down to her underwear and pulled on her thick knit jumper before climbing into bed, the warmth of the wool around her keeping her tiny frame from shaking too much at the coolness of the sheets. Falling asleep almost instantaneously, the young woman's dreams were filled with terrifying things, a nightmare scene for all those normal people who could go about their lives without having the urge to kill, to extract revenge... The sound of pounding at the door had awoken her from her slumber, the woman sitting up as she looked at the clock. "Who the fuck's here at this ungodly hour," Scarlett muttered in annoyance to herself, she really needed to rest up if she wanted to perform well tomorrow at work, she needed this job. Walking downstairs slowly, her arms wrapped around herself she moved with ease to the front door, the silence of the house around her only disturbed by the residual echo and the fact that the house was swaying in the wind, it really was an old run down place after all. Wrenching the door open Scarlett was about to spit out a whole lot of profanities until she saw who that person was and the state they were in. As he collapsed onto the front porch Scarlett froze. Why on earth was Jesse Warrick here of all places looking like that at this hour of the morning? Was this a trick, or was it reality? Seeing all the blood seeping from his clothing onto the wooden slats beneath him she could only sigh before she bent down, wrapping his arm around her own shoulders as she hauled him up with a lot of struggle, he was heavier than he looked and her tiny body could barely support him as they moved from the front to the living room. Placing him down on the couch she stood back up, her jumper stained red as she just took in his form. "You're an idiot Warrick," Scarlett said flatly before she moved to grab her wand from the bedroom, she'd need to be healing him since he seemed practically on the verge of death. Once she grabbed her wand she stopped by the linen cupboard and grabbed a few towels to mop up the blood the male was currently spilling all over her couch. Moving back downstairs she walked into the living room, standing before the man who had appeared on her doorstep looking worse for wear. Scarlett placed her hands on her hips, saying simple, "strip."Outfit
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Post by Jesse Warrick on Dec 1, 2012 5:17:01 GMT -5
Jesse lay on her porch, his eyes still shut since his vision was gone. He wanted to know why he'd been attacked, why they hadn't sued magic and why they hadn't killed him and instead left him there to potentially live. That made him think this wasn't a planned attack by an opposing side. It was random. Possibly squibs. His thoughts started going fuzzy until more pain hit him as he felt his body move. He realised Scarlett hadn't slammed the door in his face and was actually moving him inside. He was astounded because he really didn't believe she would. Why would she help him?
Soon the thing he was lying on was softer though it didn't really make any difference with the pain shooting through his body. He could be lying on sharp rocks for all it mattered. She spoke to him and he barely registered the words. His eyes still stayed shut and he didn't dare move. He just lay there as the pain slowly made him want to give up. His thoughts flashed to Dylan and Ellie. Dylan had run off and Ellie was dating the dark lord, living in his house. He was alone, neither of his siblings needed nor wanted him anymore.
He was broken from the mental pain and brought back to the physical when Scarlett's voice sounded again. He opened his blind eyes, wondering if it was visibly noticeable that he couldn't see. Strip? She wanted him to take his clothes off? How was he suppose to do that? He let out a wheeze and spluttered up some blood, it dripping from his lips.
"Cut them." He managed to say because he really couldn't move to take them off. He could feel one cut in particular, the stab to his stomach. It had been deep and twisted and he knew there would be a hole there. He was starting to feel light headed and could no longer support the weight of his head which flopped back, his eyes once again shutting in the process. "Kill me." He said, no longer believing he could live, or that he had anything to live for.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2012 20:16:17 GMT -5
Scarlett didn't even want to know what the hell Jesse Warrick was currently on her porch let alone why he had come to her house of all places. Surely he had friends who could look after him, hell he had a twin sister who'd have been there, why the hell hadn't he gone to her? Why to Scarlett...why her? She hated him, hell they barely even knew each other! And not to mention the fact that he was a suspected death eater and it should be her job to hunt him down and capture him if that rumor turned out to be true.
It seemed he was even incapable of speaking as he seemed to choke on his own blood as he tried to reply to her demand and it just made matters worse. Why on earth was she doing this? She should have just sent him on his way to Mungos, why on earth was she helping this man? Pushing aside all thoughts though, Scarlett set about to trying to heal the man's wounds, doing as he had suggested and began to slice his shirt off, exposing the wounds to the cool evening air. Surveying them she could tell that they were deep, and there was a stab wounds there, and it was deep. Whoever he had pissed off had certainly done their fair share of payback with all the bruises which were only beginning to purple.
Checking that those were the only injuries, that there weren't any broken bones or sprains Scar was about to begin to heal his wounds when she heard what he said. It filled her with rage, how dare he even think of throwing away his life over such a small little thing, something which he could obviously survive from now that he was getting help. Was he trying to spite her? She who didn't even have a choice to die...it was an inevitability, she was going to die whether she wanted to or not, she had no choice.
Raising her hand she brought it hard down against his cheek, her dark eyes ablaze with her anger. "Now you better buckle up and act like a man Warrick, you're not going to die, not on my watch so suck up the bloody pain and deal with it," Scarlett seethed, going back to his wound, uttering spells under her breath as she began to watch the skin knit together and soon it was closed, only the drying blood covering the area showing that there the only evidence that there had been any wound there at all. Standing she moved to the kitchen, wetting a towel which she had brought down with her, moving back to Jesse to begin to clean his skin free of the crimson which coated it.
"At least you have a chance or surviving..." she muttered to herself under her breath, just a little jealous that he could keep on living. She had accepted her fate, but a small part of her was beginning to wonder whether she'd be able to kill her father before her time was up, and the doubts were beginning to pile up, causing her only worry and pain. She needed to get her revenge before she died but she didn't have long left...not anymore.
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Post by Jesse Warrick on Jan 21, 2013 6:14:05 GMT -5
No sooner were the two words out his mouth Jesse felt a sharp pain across his cheek. it didn't lat long and soon faded under the pain of his other injuries. She had slapped him because he'd given up. He was slightly surprised at the action, he had more expected her to jump at the chance to end his life. Why not? Didn't she hate his guts? Evidently not as she spoke firmly to him as he gritted his teeth. At first he was angry that she'd spoken to him like that. Then he realised that she was right. He would live because he was with her and he knew she was going to heal him. She had already started, he could feel the burning sensation.
He was still blind but at this point his eyes were clenched shut anyway. He patiently took the pain as she tended to the deepest stab wound on his stomach. There were more but they were nothing compared to that one. Soon enough he felt it finally close up and he let out a relieved sigh. He was still in pain as his whole body ached and he had more scratches and stab wounds from the knife but he no longer felt on the brink of death. He lay there limp as he listened to Scarlett walk away.
She wasn't gone long and soon he felt cool water on his skin. He shivered at the touch which for some reason felt oddly nice. He was almost relaxing when a few whispered words made him tense up again. He wasn't quite sure he'd heard them right but if he had it confused him immensely. A chance? It sounded as if she was.. jealous? He shook it away, not wanting to think about it now. He'd wait until he wasn't in immense pain and blind. That was something he wanted to fix as well.
"Do you think you could give my vision back?" He asked quietly. His voice was void of emotion really. At this point he wasn't sure what the situation was. Scarlett wasn't one to respond to weakness but he couldn't imagine she'd be overjoyed about him acting as if this was a piece of cake. He didn't want to set her off again, he didn't want another slap and after all, she hadn't left him on the porch for death.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2013 10:47:20 GMT -5
Scarlett didn't understand why on earth Jesse Warrick had come to her, of all people for help, but now that he was on her couch she had no other choice but to help him. She wasn't all that heartless as to abandon him there on her front porch, despite her last name she was still a human with compassion, even if it was buried deep within her heart. Scarlett hated showing weakness and hated when she had to show emotion, emotion meant that she felt something, and that was an indication that there was an opening to be taken advantage of if enemies were to ever try and figure her out.
Once she finished wiping away the blood she returned to the kitchen to rinse the cloth, taking a moment to clean her hands and arms of the crimson liquid, scrubbing at it with a spounge. Once she had finished up there she moved to collecting all the blood stained towels and rags and chucking them into the old front load washer she had in the laundry. Setting it to wash, she could hear the rattle of the machine start as she moved back to the living room where she had left Warrick to lie on her couch. As she checked on him again, making sure she hadn't missed anything.
Hearing his request she didn't reply, rather just taking out her wand and muttering a few spells which she hoped would bring back his vision. "Best I can do," Scarlett said simply before she grabbed the throw off the back of the couch and chucked it over him. "You can stay here the night but in the morning you're out,n" Scarlett added coldly, not liking one bit that this man was laying on her couch. Turning on her heel she went to the kitchen cupboard and pulled out a glass, moving to the freezer and grabbing a few cubes of ice from the tray before the young woman grabbed the bottle of gin. Pouring herself a glass she downed it whole, feeling the familiar burn.
What the hell was she doing. Scarlett felt like smacking her head against a wall, why the hell did she just save the life of a possible death eater? If anyone at work found out, she'd be dead meat.
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Post by Jesse Warrick on Jan 22, 2013 4:43:03 GMT -5
Jesse blinked as smells were murmured and his vision faded in slowly. He was glad it was night time otherwise it would have been far too bright for him. He blinked, taking in his surroundings. He saw Scarlett and in that moment she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. When she said he could stay here he let out a relieved sigh. She walked away and he pulled out his wand and started murmuring his own spells the heal the other small cuts and wounds on his body. He heard the sound of ice and and the slam of a glass. He turned to where Scarlett had disappeared, knowing that sound he guessed that her helping him wasn't easy.
He stood, muttering another spell to get rid of the aches and made his way to what he presumed was the kitchen. He lent in the doorway and looked at her. She was so skinny and frail looking, it was hard to imagine her as a auror. If he hadn't seen what she could do or heard the fight in her voice he wouldn't think she was a threat at all. She was also rather attractive but only when she wasn't being a sour bitch which was practically never.
He walked forward, knowing it was bold of him to do so in her house. He wasn't her friend and he was probably not welcome but he wanted a drink more than anything. He quietly and slowly grabbed the glass from her and poured himself and drink. He slammed it back just as she had done and then poured another one for her as he closed his eyes and accepted the burn down his throat. He stood next to Scarlett for a few seconds in silence before speaking.
"Thank you." Was all he said.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2013 10:39:58 GMT -5
Scarlett hated this feeling that was swelling up inside her, threatening to spill forth. Why did Jesse Warrick cause such an upstir in her, probably because he was being such a pathetic little baby about being attacked that he wanted to die. Asshole didn't even know how lucky he was to live, especially since she had just saved him from possibly bleeding out and dying. She had saved his life, and it was beginning to make her want to cling to life even more. Why couldn't they just heal her like she had just done...life would be so much easier. But no, the tumor was too large, the growth had spread too far and was inoperable. She didn't stand a chance.
She could feel eyes on her and she glared at the table, knowing full well who was there. "You know if you can walk you can walk right out the door as well," Scarlett bit out, hating that he seemed to be surveying her, scrutinizing her, judging her. Turning to face him, slamming down the glass she clutched in her hand down hard against the wooden tabletop. "Do you have a problem with me or something? Cause I'd appreciate if you stop fuckin' ogling me, I'm not a piece of meat asshole." She snarled, who the hell did Warrick think he was?
As he walked forward and proceeded to pour himself a drink she just snorted at his boldness but let him do as he pleased, knowing well that if she kicked up a fuss it wouldn't end well since she'd probably end up stabbing him all over again. Taking the offered glass though she downed her drink, pouring another just for good measure before she took that down in a mouthful, the burning sensation down to her stomach calmed her, letting her relax just a little around the possible death eater killer.
Snorting at his words, she just poured another glass, although this time she handed it to him. "Not like I can do much else if you rock up at my front door, doesn't really give much room to close the door." The breeze that blew in through the open kitchen window made her shiver, pulling down her sweater further down her legs, realising now just how exposed she was just wearing a over sized sweater. "Fuck this," she grumbled, grabbing her glass and the bottle before she headed to the living room. Curling up into the couch she pulled the blanket up around her hips, pouring another glass, trying her best to ignore the other person who was in her usually empty house.
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Post by Jesse Warrick on Jan 30, 2013 5:15:39 GMT -5
Jesse didn't answer when she said she wasn't a piece of meat. He knew that, for some reason he didn't think she was. Which was strange since he thought every woman was. She was different though. he had never just wanted to sleep with her. In fact he'd never thought about it. Not because he wouldn't, just because it never crossed his mind. he also knew she wouldn't kick him out, she would have done it by now if that was what she wanted. As he she downed the glass he poured her, he had to wonder how much it took for her to get drunk. It couldn't be a lot since she was so skinny. She had nothing to her.
He was surprised when she handed him the glass and he downed it quickly, not knowing how long the offer would be on the table. When she spoke he grinned, she wasn't as heartless as she wanted people to think. Of course he'd never say that, she'd probably slap him and kick him out just to try and prove a point. It wouldn't work of course but she didn't have to know that. "You had a choice." Was all he said. Of course it didn't seem to be the thing she wanted to hear as she swore and walked away, taking the alcohol with her.
He wanted more of that alcohol, being numb seemed like a good idea since he was still aching. He followed her, watching as she pulled down her cardigan. She was self conscious! He smirked at the idea, that meant she cared what he thought whether she'd admit it or not. She sat, wrapping herself in a blanket and drinking more. She had to be feeling it now at least, her body was too tiny to take that much alcohol that fast. He sat on the same couch, almost tempted to throw his legs over her lap but he knew he'd be hurt somehow if he even tried. He took the bottle gently and took a swig straight from it. Hell even he could start to feel the affects of this.
"Maybe you shouldn't be drinking that much, you're tiny."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2013 6:00:33 GMT -5
Scarlett didn't like people, she didn't trust them in general. She knew what it was like to be lied to, to be hated all her life. She had never fit in at school, she had never had friends, her mother had despised her since birth, she'd been lied to about her father and she only found out well into her teens. All of this had taught Scarlett to not trust others, to not love, to not feel happiness or fear, just to hate and to work towards her revenge, to obtain the one thing in her life which gave her a reason to live. To kill her father for putting her through all of this. It was all because of her father, if it wasn't for him she would never have even been born into this crap life.
Scarlett just snorted, not saying anything else in response to Warrick's words. She knew that she did have a choice, she could have turned him away, hell she could have apparated him to Mungos and dropped his ass of there but she hadn't. She had chosen to heal him herself. As much as she put up the hard cold facade of heartless bitch, she still was just a girl with feelings as well. She just preferred to lock up her heart and soul into a big black box at the very bottom of herself, hidden from everyone.
As Jesse sat down beside her Scarlett could only glare as he took the bottle from her, taking a mouthful straight from the bottle. "Classy," she said with a roll of her eyes, "and I thought you were supposed to be from the great and regal Warrick family." As she took back the bottle she poured another glass, snorting at his comment though. "I can hold my liquor thank you very much. I may be tiny but I've had more than enough practice..." She trailed off, knowing that the alcohol was affecting her as she felt herself tear up, the bottle she cradled in her hands cool against her skin. She was going to die... the realisation of it hit her harder because she was slightly intoxicated, sure she had always known but it wasn't like she thought of it often. She had never let the realization of it settle in, she just brushed it off as a dead line to complete her task by, as if it wasn't a big deal.
"Fuck it," she said, hastily wiping at her face, hating that she was crying but the tears just wouldn't stop. "Urgh..." she said hiccuping as she brought her knees to her chest, burying her face into her knees as she cried, for once just crying for her life which was soon to be cut short, a life she had never really truly lived.
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Post by Jesse Warrick on Jan 30, 2013 7:11:12 GMT -5
Jesse snorted. He forgot that Scarlett had this whole idea of what his family was like in her head. She thought he thought he was all that. Well, maybe that one was true but the rest wasn't. Like her comment, regal? Her family was anything but regal. "Regal, sure okay." He scoffed before watching her take a drink. Since when did drinking from the bottle become a bad thing? If they were drinking it like they were why make the dishes?
Then she spoke that it wasn't affecting her though he didn't believe it at all. It was more the fact that she said she had practice. That surprised him slightly. He knew she had problems, hell, very deep problems but he didn't think she would resort to this. He almost thought she was above it, stronger than that but of course he didn't know her very well and it wasn't like she dealt with her problems well. She was unstable, anyone could see that. She had so many walls.
She had another drink and he watched. He went to grab the bottle and only when he leaned closer did he see the shining on her face. His eyes widened and he realised she was crying. What could he do? If he tried to comfort her she would no doubt push her away. He lent back as she continued to cry. He took a long swig before putting the bottle on the ground. She moved and wiped her tears. She was fighting it but the alcohol was making her weak.
He inched forward until he was next to her and he gently put his hand on her leg. He didn't know what to do, Ellie rarely cried, not like this. She cried over insignificant things, or their parents, or nothing at all. But she was his twin and comforting her was second nature. Scarlett was foreign territory. "What's wrong?" He asked. He didn't let his voice fill with pity, she wouldn't want that. But he was slightly caring.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2013 9:16:41 GMT -5
Scarlett hated to cry, she hated to be weak like this, and it was only made worse because of the alcohol she drank. Actually it was a lie when she said that she had practice, she barely drank because it messed with her medication that she took, but since recently when the doctor said that it was no use even trying now, as it wouldn't prolong it any longer than the year ahead, she stopped caring and had started to drink whenever she had the free time which, wasn't actually all that much. She was busy training up Aurors, looking after her new partner Jacob was a hassle in itself, let alone all the paperwork which she was 'required' to do as part of her work.
Crying like this though, so openly and heartfelt was strange, Scarlett had never cried like this, not even when she had first received the news of her tumor. This crying, she blamed it on Warrick. It was because he was here, she wasn't used to being around others and there he was, sitting right beside her, talking to her. She had never spoken with anyone for long outside of work, her social life was microscopic in size, and the people in it usually had to force themselves in and Scarlett just settled with ignoring them unless they were adamant like Dominic, and Scarlett even kicked him out of her life after he found out about the tumor. She didn't need his sympathy.
"I-I-It's nothing you n-n-need to worry about," she said between her sobs, choking on her own words. She wiped at her eyes furiously, willing herself to calm down and to stop crying. "Don't look at m-m-me, god." She felt his hand on her leg and she was about to shrug it off but, truthfully she actually was craving the contact. She needed human contact right now, just as any other person who was hurting did, even if she tried to refuse it, to deny it in her mind her body craved it. In a moment of weakness she let the words slip, her mind filled with the buzz of alcohol and the fear, "...hold me..."
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Post by Jesse Warrick on Jan 30, 2013 9:33:19 GMT -5
Jesse sat there, in complete shock and silence. She was still crying though of course she wouldn't tell him what about. He didn't expect her to. It seemed very important to her for her to break down like this. Unless of course it was just the alcohol and she didn't really have a reason. However he didn't really believe that was it. Especially with how hard she had tried and failed to hide it. She now seemed adamant on stopping it but wiping the tears away wasn't helping since more followed.
She told him not to look at her and he obeyed her wishes. He was still surprised that his hand was still on her. This was the longest their contact had ever been without him holding her against a wall or having her lean on him or her fixing him. This was actual, proper contact with not ulterior motives. He wondered maybe if she just couldn't feel it. His thoughts were slightly fuzzy from the alcohol so whens he spoke next he sat frozen, trying to process the words to make sure he had heard right. she had asked him to hold her. He was sure of it. If he was wrong he'd be slapped for sure but right now he was going to risk it.
He moved slightly and slid his arm around her and then pulled her until she was on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her slim frame and held her against his chest. It was the strangest thing. He was holding an auror, the death eater mark clear on his arm. He shut his eyes and rested his chin on the top of her head as he relaxed into the position. This felt so strange, so wrong and so right. He sat like that for a while as he body moved with her crying, his fingers ran along her arms gently, drawing nothing.
Eventually he knew she would have to go to bed. It was late and she needed to sleep off the alcohol. He stood, still holding her. She wasn't overly light and he guessed because she still had a lot of muscle. He walked in the direction of the rest of the house until he found a bed. He wasn't sure if it was hers or not but it would do. He lay her down and looked at her, meeting her eyes. She was so sad, something bothered her. He had never seen her like this, her walls down whether she liked it or not.
Slowly, as he stared at her his face inched forwards and soon he was only inches away. His breath mixed with hers, both holding alcohol. He should stop, he knew he should but he was so close and it was so rightly wrong. He closed the distance and his lips landed on hers and soon he was kissing her with all his might.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2013 9:49:21 GMT -5
Scarlett couldn't believe what she had just said, why in god's all fuck did she say that? Even intoxicated she shouldn't be so vulnerable before a man, a death eater at that! She felt like smashing the bottle over her head to try and give some reason as to why she would say such a thing, and delusion from a concussion sounded just about right for an excuse. But sadly, the bottle was gone from her, Jesse having set it aside and she let out a little pitiful noise at the back of her throat, the sound masked by her hiccups between tears, struggling to catch her breath/
Scarlett froze up slightly as she felt Warrick's arms slide around her thin frame, pulling her up against a broad chest. She sat rigid for a few seconds in surprise, holding her breath before she began to relax unconsciously, the hands on her arms soothing her rugged breathing out till she was just crying silent tears. Leaning back up against his chest she tried to forget who he was, and who she was and instead just focused on the comfort that he was offering, taking in his warmth. She could feel his chest rise and fall behind her, and she tried to match her breathing with his, steadying her current erratic emotions. Scarlett just needed to be calm. Calm and composed.
She was long gone that though, not since she was finding such comfort in the arms of the enemy. Jesse Warrick, who would have thought that he'd actually do as she had asked, hold her. Scarlett certainly hadn't thought that he would, even if her words were said out of a pure whim...
Soon her breathing went back to normal, her eyes were slowing in their release of tears, her ducts already drying up. Scarlett felt herself be picked up by Jesse and she didn't struggle, too tired and too sick of fighting back anymore. She had fought back for long enough against everything, she was sick of it. Nothing came from it, it did nothing to stop what was inevitable, she should just give in and accept it. This was what she was doomed to, this life of sickness and sadness, there was no hope for her, no happiness. She was a woman out for revenge, there would be nothing but emptiness once she achieved that.
Being laid out on the bed she just stared up at the man who had just carried her in there, her jumper riding up her legs to expose her frilled underwear, her cheeks tinged pink from the alcohol, more color than her face had seen in days. As Warrick leaned forward, hovering above her Scarlett could taste the twang of his breath on her lips, licking them to moisten the plump red. The distance was closed between them and Scarlett didn't even bother trying to fight it, her hands moving up into Warrick's hair, gripping tight on the locks as she pulled him down further, arching up into his body off the bed, trying to get as close as she could to him, craving his touch and his warmth.
"...More..." she moaned out between the breaks in their kisses, she could only hope he would hear her pleas, "...more..."
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Post by Jesse Warrick on Jan 30, 2013 17:17:37 GMT -5
Jesse couldn't believe he was kissing her. He expected to be pushed of, for her to finally realise what was happening and start screaming at him to get out. She wouldn't let this go any further would she? She didn't seem to have that in mind however as she gripped his hair and held him down. He kissed her until he ran out of breath and tarted kissing down her neck. She said more and he was only happy to oblige. His hands went to her hips and pushed her cardigan up, touching her smooth, flat stomach as he moved so he was on the bed and hovering above her, her petite body underneath him.
He continued like this for a long time, kissing her face and her neck until he just pull her cardigan off entirely. They had come this far, he might as well continue. When she didn't argue he made his way down her body, kissing and giving attention to all of her. It was going to be a fun night.
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Jesse woke like he had every day for the past week. Scarlett was in his arms and they were both naked. It seemed their drunken night and changed something. They no longer fought and glared. Of course they weren't exactly the best of pals but Jesse hadn't left her home and she didn't have a problem with that. He didn't either. They seemed to have come to a mutual agreement that he could stay. And stay he did, mainly in her bed. She wanted more of him, he had been surprised when they woke up and instead of screaming at him, she had started again. Sober. They never spoke of what they were doing, they never asked if it was okay or how long this would go on for.
He rolled over and put on his briefs. He only had one set of clothes with him so he just walked around the house in his briefs, washing them at night. He walked to the kitchen and started making food. He had become pretty comfortable in her house seeing as he hadn't left it yet. He wondered if anyone noticed he hadn't returned. He doubted it, he would have been contacted or felt it through the mark. For now he was safe. He had a cup of coffee in his had as he sat on the bench. He heard footsteps and looked up at Scarlett.
"Morning." He said, wondering if today would be the day she finally realised what was happening and kick him out. He hadn't even tried to question himself as to why he stayed since it wasn't like she was keeping him captive.
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