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Post by Meryl Silverburgh on Feb 25, 2012 10:19:09 GMT -6
Once Meryl was off duty she got dressed up in a plain black tank top, green jeans with a black belt on it and brown combat boots with an orange jacket over it. Obsessing over her latest defeat and the countless ways she could have gone about it better, the redhead made her way to one of many large apartment buildings in the city where she knew Drake lived on his own. He could have lived anywhere he wanted but he chose here. Meryl buzzed to notify Drake that she was on her way up before entering the building. She was hurting and wanted Drake to lick her wounds though she would never admit to anyone or herself. Coming up to the top floor, Meryl stopped at the last room down the hall and knocked on the door.
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Post by Ayen on Feb 25, 2012 12:22:25 GMT -6
Drake White opened the door and greeted Meryl with a smile before stepping off to the side to let her in. When he did so she would see that the lights in the apartment were already dimmed, romantic music played in the background and two glasses of red wine were already poured and on the table in the center of the room.
“I took the liberty of opening up the champagne.”
After Meryl entered, Drake closed the door behind her and locked up and then walked over to her and slowly removed her jacket from her body, softly kissing the back and side of her neck before slowly working down to her right shoulder.
“I missed you.” |
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Post by Meryl Silverburgh on Feb 26, 2012 12:45:07 GMT -6
Meryl smiled back in greeting and then cocked an eyebrow at how the apartment was already fancied up for her arrival. He didn't waste any time at all. She'd be flattered if his reputation of a ladies man didn't precede him to the point where she believed he'd do this for all the girls. After stepping into the apartment Meryl took a look at the glass of champagne disapprovingly. "You know full well we're not supposed to drink." Not just because they were military but because alcoholic beverages of any kind were strictly illegal. Meryl didn't personally agree with the law, like a lot other people in Isafaro, but it was still the law and they did take an oath when they enlisted.
Meryl would soon forget all about that as Drake took her jacket and started brushing his lips against the soft skin on the back of her neck. Excitement grew in her body and a soft moan parted her lips as Drake reduced her to pudding in his hand. "I missed you." "I missed you too." Meryl brought her arm up around his head while leaning back into his chest. Forget the champagne, Meryl was thirsty for something else. "You going to make me feel good?"
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Post by Ayen on Feb 26, 2012 16:41:56 GMT -6
"You know full well we're not supposed to drink."
Drake chuckled.
“We're not supposed to do a lot of things. It never stopped us before.”
Drake could tell that Meryl sought comfort from him today. She wasn't even trying to act modest or ashamed. She just melted in his arms, her moans turning him on as lips met skin and he took a sniff of her hair enjoying the smell of it. As always Drake's lust was at its peek, ever flowing and ever unquenchable no matter how many women he embraced. Even long after this was over he'd want it again. Maybe with her. Maybe with someone else. Who knows, he never did.
"I missed you too."
Drake smile for the second time in the night and wrapped his arms around her thin waist, feeling her arm come around to wrap around him as he held her close; his hands unbuckling her belt and removing it.
"You going to make me feel good?"
“I'm going to make you...”
Meryl's belt and jeans fell to the floor around her ankles.
“Feel real good.” |
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Post by Meryl Silverburgh on Feb 26, 2012 20:31:58 GMT -6
A whirlwind of emotions ran through her body; sorrow, guilt, anguish, pleasure. Soon pleasure won out over all the others as her mind focus solely on the things Drake was doing to her in that moment. She didn't think about anything else. She couldn't. Was this love? It felt good enough to be love but at the same time there was an emptiness in her heart. An emptiness she gladly ignored when the cold air touched her legs and the hands of her lover guided her through the axis of pleasure. Not stopping even to breathe. Staring up at the ceiling, everything around her dissolved, the ceiling, the walls, the music. All that remained was him and her as she cried out his name to the heavens, "DRAKE!!!!!"
The smell of something burning ticked at Meryl's nostrils as the light of the city hit her eyes. She pulled the covers up over her head and buried herself in it. Memories of last night slowly returned to Meryl's mind and a soft blushed covered her cheeks as she pulled the covers off her and sniffed the air to tell that Drake was cooking something. Her eyes went over to the clock to find that it was 8am-1 (the am and pm being doubled since the second sun in the sky) deciding now would probably be a good time to get out of bed. She looked at herself, seeing that she only had her tank top and boy shorts on. Seeing Drake's shirt at the edge of the bed she grabbed it and put it on. It was long enough to cover her undies but too long to stay on her shoulders so it slip revealing the straps of her tank top. Meryl was certain Drake would find it arousing as she headed out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.
"Drake..." She was about to ask where her pants were but decided that there was something else they needed to talk about more than clothes. "Can we talk a minute?"
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Post by Ayen on Feb 27, 2012 21:29:52 GMT -6
Drake was in a clean pair of clothes and fixing himself a breakfast sandwich with barbecue strips and cheese. He turned his head over to face Meryl and sighed before looking back to his meal trying not to burn it like he did the previous morning.
“What is it with you women always wanting to talk afterwords? Your pants are in the living room.”
The phone behind him rang and Drake swore, putting down his flipper pan and walking over to the phone to answer,
“Hello? Yeah? What makes you think she's here? Very funny...”
Drake turned back to Meryl indicating that the phone call was about her.
“What? I see... Don't worry, I'm on it. Thanks for calling.”
Drake hung up the phone and looked at Meryl with a look of surprise on his facial features.
“That was HQ. Your squad members are saying you turned on them the other night during patrol; one dead the rest wounded. Start talking.” |
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Post by Meryl Silverburgh on Mar 2, 2012 20:47:31 GMT -6
Anger began to cloud Meryl's features to Drake's first statement, about to raise her voice in this direction before calming herself and just looking disapprovingly at the male she considered her lover. "I see. So this is all we are to you. I should have known better than to think you could see women as anything more than a conquest." Meryl felt sick to her stomach now. To think she actually betrayed her friend Ayanna for this man. What was she thinking? The sound of the telephone ringing was enough to distract her thoughts as Drake answered and it sounded like it was someone asking for her. Her heart skip a beat. Could it be that Ayanna found out they were sleeping around behind her back?
The mood in the room quickly changed to a more serious tone as Meryl noted the surprise look on Drake's face. It didn't look like something he'd make if it was about Ayanna, which only made her heart sunk even lower than before as she waited to hear what he would say. "That was HQ. Your squad members are saying you turned on them the other night during patrol; one dead the rest wounded. Start talking." "What!?" Meryl couldn't believe her ears, is that really what they said? How could they? They were there, they saw what happened. How could they turn the blame onto her? "It's not true! You know I would never do such a thing. We encountered a strange man the other night. He had green hair and wore a black suit with a matching black hat. He knew a lot about me, Isafaro and even us! He was the one who attacked us last night not me!"
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Post by Ayen on Mar 3, 2012 16:43:58 GMT -6
"I see. So 'this' is all we are to you. I should have known better than to think you could see women as anything more than a conquest."
“Don't try to play the role of the victim – you knew what this was going in and you certainly didn't care when you came over last night.”
"It's not true! You know I would never do such a thing. We encountered a strange man the other night. He had green hair and wore a black suit with a matching black hat. He knew a lot about me, Isafaro and even 'us!' He was the one who attacked us last night not me!"
Drake cocked an eyebrow at her story, he knew she wasn't one to lie and where others would have doubt their judgment Drake never did. This whole thing stank and there was a strong chance whoever this man was that Meryl mentioned was the cause. But until he could prove it, it was her squad word against hers and three voices were a little harder to dismiss than one.
“Well then we better be able to find this guy or it'll be your head.” |
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Post by Meryl Silverburgh on Mar 16, 2012 1:27:56 GMT -6
"You're a real bastard!" Regret filled up Meryl soul and brought out her inner most sorrow. She never should have pursued any kind of a relationship with Drake beyond what was professional. She never should have allowed herself to give into temptation. But his charm, his good looks, how was anyone supposed to resist? It was too late now. All she could do was regret and hope that in the future she would make a better decision. Right now there were more important things to worry about. Like clearing her good name.
"We can begin the search where I seen him last. I'll take you there." There was no telling where he was now but going back to where it all started was the only thing they could do now. Meryl returned to the living room and put on her jeans and boots. She removed Drake's shirt and replaced it with the orange jacket she came here with, zipping it up before returning to Drake. "Ready when you are."
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Post by Ayen on Mar 18, 2012 23:46:35 GMT -6
Drake shrugged off the bastard comment. By now he's been called every foul name in the book by women. Nothing came as a real surprise from them anymore. Funny how the worse of it came after they slept together. He'll never understand women nor did he want to. Drake finished his sandwich and placed it into a clear plastic bag and stuck it in the fridge for him to eat later as clearing Meryl's name was more important than a bite to eat.
Drake grabbed his navy blue jacket out of the closest and put it on before equipping his long sword and the .50 caliber Desert Eagle he had replaced after Empress Ranko broke the previous one. He had heard about her death and found it to be a shame. She was a damn good kisser. After getting everything he needed, Drake walked over to Meryl.
“Lead the way.” |
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Post by Meryl Silverburgh on Mar 22, 2012 3:38:42 GMT -6
This was it. It was time to clear her good name and get payback at the son of a bitch who put her in this mess in the first place. He must have done something to turn her own squad against her and she was going to find out what. Zipped up and ready to go, Meryl nodded towards Drake in response and led him out of his apartment and back to the scene of the crime.
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