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Post by Ayen on Jun 26, 2011 22:27:14 GMT -6
Sazan was happy. For the first time in her life she felt true happiness with another person. The terror that was inflicted upon her back in Dominion City was behind her now and she could focus on the future. The future with her lover Michael. She smiled as she snuggled up beside him beneath the covers of the bed. Her hand pressed up against his chest brushing along it lightly as a great big smile was on her face. Hallowton was such a peaceful and beautiful place. Nothing at all like Dominion City. There was little to no conflict and the conflict that came were from people visiting the city. It was the perfect place for Sazan and Michael to start their new life together.
Her eyes laid on the beautiful diamond ring resting on her finger. She smiled at the memory of Michael proposing to her. Blushing at the mere thought before she looked up to Michael. Sliding up against the bed and kissing him tenderly on the cheek before reaching up to his ear. Sazan moved her legs over to meet his, her hand moving up, fingers dancing along his bare chest as she absorbed his warmth and return it with warmth of her own before finally whispering into his ear.
“Wakey, wakey, sleepy head.” |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Jun 26, 2011 23:22:54 GMT -6
"Huuuun..." Michael groaned, turned onto his stomach, shoved his hands under his pillow and buried his face into the plush. The vampire was never a morning person, or evening--hell, he never was good at the waking up part but it never took long for him to get going. The planning of the wedding, figuring out where everyone else was amidst this universal disruption and managing the business hadn't been easy on him. What's worse is he hadn't found his sister yet.
Still, he had the best thing in his life and it was in bed right next to him.
"Do I have tooooo?"
He had been dreaming of the wedding, the end of the stress of it all and finally settling down with his future wife. What did they name their child in this one? Daren? Lisa? Too many names came to mind and children were far off in the future.
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Post by Ayen on Jun 28, 2011 1:26:40 GMT -6
Sazan couldn’t help but smile at Micheal’s adorable defiance of getting up. She was tempted to stay in bed with him and just let this day slip away but that wasn’t possible. There were things to do, people to meet, a wedding to plan for. The Half Breed lightly placed a hand on his back and shook him gently.
“Yes. There are things we have to do.”
Sazan sat up and started looking around for her clothes. She hasn’t bothered to use the sheets to cover her still as there was nothing she possessed that Michael hasn’t already seen. Sazan picked up her bra, shirt and pants but there were still something missing.
“Have you seen my underwear?” |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Jun 28, 2011 16:19:09 GMT -6
"I ripped them off last night. Remember?" Michael still hadn't gotten out of bed, even after that little shake from Sazan, but he mustered turning his head to look at her, "You've got plenty in your top drawer, don't you?" Even in his half-dead state, his mind was racing about what had to be done. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up, hunched over and rubbed his temples. "Hun? Could you grab me a packet from the fridge, please?"That's what he needed to get energy for the day. It was equivalent to coffee but without the side affects...sometimes. Sparda and the others had been seen, including his sister who was presumed dead, so it was imperative that they get going.
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Post by Ayen on Jun 30, 2011 5:35:57 GMT -6
Sazan smiled at Michael’s rather blunt statement concerning her panties. Before she would have blushed but now she was comfortable with Michael. She would have to be if they were to be married soon and Miracle had agreed to perform the ceremony. Sazan couldn’t think of a better way to make it more official than the harbinger of God’s will marrying them. Though there were things about them that was far from godly. As Michael requested blood Sazan got a wicked idea. She went and got the blood packet before returning to the bed. Michael’s beautiful bride to be now sat in front of him, blood packet hanging from between her teeth as she pulled on the end and tore the lid open.
The Half Breed pushed Michael down to the bed and straddled him. She poured the blood packet onto his chest and then proceeded to slowly lick it all off with her tongue, holding it in her mouth for him as she climbed up her lover and kissed him, her blood-stained tongue sliding into his mouth and finding his as she fed him the blood packet through the act of exchanging saliva. |
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