After Party (Devon/Open)

[Devon]

Upon his questioning of her state of mind he got a quick and direct answer. She shook her head as she nuzzled affectionately into her neck, promising him that what had happened was something that wasn't influenced by an outside factor. It eased his mind, and tension, although he didn't know why she whimpered as she once again showed affection by brushing her lips against his neck.

What was important to him, at that moment, was that he was getting his feet under him. Where everything was, and what was going on, made a kind of weird sense to him. Which made handling the situation at hand all the easier to properly process.

And while he did this it seemed like Kev was becoming more and more affectionate, the more comfortable he became the more openly she moved. Although that seemed to increase all the more when she realized that he had been speaking about them in the terms of a relationship.

Devon nodded upon her question, and then stayed quiet for a moment as she promised to be good. It seemed like that was when a sudden intense desire to please rose up out of her, and more feline like movements, like pawing softly at his chest and curling up closer to him.

Through it all he was taken a position that would, from the outside, look submissive. He was simply leaning back, one arm along the back of the couch, the other resting next to his thigh, while the purring kitten on his lap nuzzled and pawed at him. But between the two of them it was abundantly clear that he was dominant in the situation, and she was merely trying desperately to please him.

"Calm down a bit, I understand, you want to please me."

Devon said, hoping to slow her down before she started rubbing herself against him. Of course he wouldn't mind, but he had only just figured out what was going on, and he needed a second to catch his breath. One thing that became clear was that she reacted very well to punishment, or what he saw as a forceful correction.

"Let's just settle the ground rules." He felt that he was justified to speak in an almost cocky level of confidence, and he went right out and said what he pleased. "You're mine, I'm the dominant one in our relationship, and I'll set further rules as we go."

[Ceraphine Davis]

As he spoke, she slowly settled down and merely curled into his lap and played her fingers idly over his chest. Listening as he spoke, her head resting against his shoulder.

This was a different experience for her, but her emotions seemed to mold into it quite nicely. The idea of being his was something she could get used to, as much as that little part of her was not in the mood to belong to anyone...But his own sense of power and authority overrode her own defiance easily.

Finally she nodded, her small hand reaching down and pulling that sweatshirt down further on her thighs so that now it covered to almost her knees as she curled up...Her tongue brushing over her lips as she closed her eyes and simply relaxed there.

"Okay. I am yours."

Her tone soft as she let her little finger simply continue over his chest in a a slow and idle fashion. Remaining "settled down" for the most part though still she felt the overwhelming desire to show affection, however small it might have been.

She had to admit, she liked this idea of being his, of having somebody there to keep her from going to insane as she did last time. The more the thought crossed her mind the more she liked it. Though she still had doubt, as to how long he would stick around before something better came along. He had yet to see the scars on her back, or the brand on her hip made by another man.....

The simple thought of that caused her to curl herself up tighter as if to try and hide it even though she knew that it was not visable and also that eventually she would have to show it.

Yet other than that, she remained still, just as he asked, her mind running over what all this meant as she lifted her free hand and twisted her fingers within a stray lock of her wet hair......

"And you are mine?"

To some that seemed like a silly question, but to her it was completely valid. Just because she gave herself over did not mean he had to, he was the dominant one as he had pointed out and she knew that. Still, the curiousity rang out in her mind....the corner of her lip being bitting nervously as she waited for a reply.

[Devon]

Devon was pleased to hear the simple, soft tone, that she gave. She was his, which clicked into his mind very comfortably. It was something that he had no problem accepting, he decided it after all, and there was something she could offer that he wanted, something she hadn't caught onto completely.

She was spontaneous and energetic, he very much doubted he would find himself bored around her.

"Yeah, I'm the loyal type.

Many could have looked at that as odd, but consider just how submissive, just how much she wanted to please him, it made sense. He doubted she would like it, but he suspected she would have at lest seriously tried to accept him even if he decided to screw around. Which he had no intention of doing.

Which head him directly to a realization. He had a practically naked young woman on his lap. Devon pulled his arms down, one resting on her hip, the other lifting up her legs as he twisted her around on his lap, and pressed her legs apart so she was straddling his waist. He moved both his hands to her hips and pulled her flush to him.

"I suddenly remmembered why I came looking for you."

[Ceraphine Davis]

A "You Wish You Knew What Happened" time later!!

Kevala was content at the moment, dressed in a pair of undies and Devon's shirt he had been wearing earlier, she was curled up on the couch, her head resting upon his lap as she played idly with a strand of her hair.

Finally having settled down enough to make their way back out here, this is where she had chosen to take a seat....er..lay down....It was comfortable and she had hoped that he would not mind.

With a brush of her tongue to her lips, she said nothing for the moment, noting the way in which he had stayed silent this entire time, other than the suggestion for moving into the living room once more.

Those eyes once more a deep ocean blue in the aftermath of all that had happened. A clear indicator that she had exerted more passion and lust that she had in some time, and that she was content and happy. Though the realization of all that had just occurred and what they now were....Well, it was just so sureal for her...so...uncommon, yet she was not about to question it.

Instead she nuzzled against his thigh slightly in a little ploy for affection. Well, yeah, she thought maybe she had earned it..but yeah, never know right?

[Devon]

Devon had been quiet after the fact, only vocalizing his thoughts when it came to returning to the couch to relax. Stretched out, legs crossed, and his arms resting along the back of the couch, he felt as relaxed as he looked. Which was likely why he was just quietly enjoying the moment.

But there was something to deal with, the fact that he noticed a phew things about her physique that caught his attention, although not an immediate comment. But he decided to speak to the subject once she tried to gain his attention by nuzzling against his thigh.

"How is it you managed to get the scars on your back?" Devon had seen them, no you won't find out why, or even in what context. He shifted his neck to the right, a small crack sounding as he glanced down at her.

[Ceraphine Davis]

All her movements ceased as he brought up the scars on her back, her head lowering slightly so that she could hide herself slightly and then shrugging softly. Trying to fight back the rage that it caused in her to think of that night so long ago.

"When I was a child, my birth Father paid my foster family to try and murder me. I am not clear on the detail of that night. Only that I barely survived."

She sighed as she thought over those horrid marks on her body and growled lightly...her fists clenching lightly and taking only solice in the fact that the family had gotten what they deserved several years later. Yes, she had made certain of that.

She remained still now, waiting, for she had more and she was sure he had seen them all.....So there were bound to be more questions.....some of which she dreaded more than most.

[Devon]

Devon noticed rather easily that scars were going to be a touchy subject, which is likely why he decided to strike at the subject quickly, and while she had been relaxed.

"... has the guilty party been handled properly?"

It was interesting that he heard her growl for the first time in that moment, it wasn't something he had been expecting out of her. Honestly thus far he hadn't been sure she was capable of such a sound.

"And, does that have anything to do with the ones on your wrists?"

[Ceraphine Davis]

If he thought the ones on her back were a touchy subject then the ones on her wrist were even more so. A hidden wince behind her long black locks as he mentioned them and a flash of crimson in her eyes as the memories of that night came flooding back.

"No. These are because somebody who swore he would never leave me. Never turn from me like the rest of the world, turned on me and walked away when I needed him the most."

She felt tears stinging in the back of her eyes as pain flooded the room. A growl, this time much louder sounding as she thought of that fucking man and that little bitch he was with. One day she would have that girls head and have his suffering to feed off of. It was just a matter of time. She wanted him to hurt, to feel like his world had no purpose. No meaning. He already suffered from one's death, could he handle both?

"As for the ones who caused those on my back. I dealt with them some years later. They will never be able to do such again."

Her darker emotions slipping forth at the thought before she fought them back as best she could manage.

[Devon]

Devon seemed confused at the time, unsure what she was talking about, but he could clearly tell how angry she was about the story behind the scars. Again she growled, this one he could hear more clearly, as well as feel as it vibrated her pillow, his lap.

There was a lot of things he could handle personally, but he wasn't exactly pleased with the situations she was describing to him. They sounded like things he would want to kill someone for doing, or at least mercilessly beat them into a hospital.

But despite that flare of anger there was still a question unanswered. "So you mean to tell me an ex-boyfriend cheated on you, and once caught he decided to cut your wrists?" He asked, confused, willing to hear her out before he pressed forward.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She sighed, she hated this part and she knew it would be rough to explain because nobody else ever understood. But she did as she was asked of.......

"He was a man I loved, or believed I did. I gave him my heart and he used me for his own amusement. That night, I...cut my wrists....Thinking that there was no point to life when the world saw me as nothing more than a monster."

She drew in a deep breath as her finger traced over the line of one of those scars, a bite to her lip offered as she fought back the anger and the hurt from that moment and from the others that came to pass. Gods she could not wait to make that bastard pay...

[Devon]

Devon didn't immediately react when he heard her explanation. His thoughts were deceptive, he understood the logic behind it, and what she must have gone through. Especially if it was someone she depended on the way he suspected she would come to depend on him, let alone someone she loved.

But that didn't prevent the spike of anger that shot through his blood stream. He stood up suddenly and stepped away from the couch in two long paces, turned, and stared back at her with righteous anger in his eyes.

"Anger, hate, I get that. Don't you ever try to justify trying to kill yourself, you hear me?"

Not only was it something he personally despised, but if she had succeeded in her search for death where would that leave him? He would be short one very attract, very submissive, and very wanted young woman.

That clearly didn't sit well with him.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Her instant reaction was for her eyes to flash to crimson as she felt the anger spike in the air, but as he stood up, letting her head fall down onto the couch below, taking steps away from her, she cast a look up to him, another growl sounding forth as she pushed herself off of the couch.

Gabriel above all else was the one thing that just pushed that wrong button and as she stood there her small hands trembling she felt again those tears in her eyes. FUCK!!! Why did she still give a shit about that son of a bitch?!

"What would have been the point? I am fucked up. Everyone turns away! Everyone! It is just a matter of time!"

Her hurt, more than her anger filling the air around her, her hair shifting slightly as a breeze seemed to form about her slender frame. That wrist already hurting for the use of the bracelet earlier now throbbed though she paid no mind taking it off.

[Devon]

Devon heard her growl for a third time, and she joined him by pushing herself off the couch and standing in front of him, her fists clenched in anger. Instead of defending the morality or logic of her actions, which would be impossible, she went straight to blame.

A lobotomized chimp could have seen she was upset. But he saw something different then most would. He saw that she was still justifying her actions instead of listening to him and how much he hated the thought.

With his expression cold and hard he stepped forward and slapped her across the face firmly, the anger that surged under the surface clear in his very posture. Without pause he would reach out and grasp her by the hair, being sure to keep her near eye level as he bent forward.

"So you think it would have been better, bleed out like a fucking idiot, denying me your future presence?" Devon snarled at the thought, as he was already quite attached, and interested to see where things could go. None of which could have happened if she went emo over some fucktard.

[Ceraphine Davis]

And just like that, his hand came across her face, sending her little body down to the side for a moment in surprise before she started to try and get up, but just as she did, his hand gripped her hair, forcing her eyes to become level with his own....

Already they were a very pale blue shade, her little body trembling as she listened to his words and felt his anger at her fill the room.

She whimpered, tears filling her eyes as she bit her lower lip and drew in a shakey breath.

"I..I am sorry. I..I didn't mean to...Please I am so sorry. I will listen. I promise."

Was she scared of him? In a sense....but the fear came more down to him leaving, him denying her any attention any affection. She had become rather addicted to such and the prospect of him taking such away was scary...not to mention the shower flashed into her mind. No, she did not want that again..nor did she want him to hit her out of anger again...

The entire air around them drained of all anger but his as her submissiveness and her worry filled the air instead. Biting her lip nervously as she dared not move...Still feeling the sting in her face where he had hit her......

[Devon]

Devon noticed something about her eyes as she was made to look at him, other then the tears that shimmered they seemed to have paled noticeably. He remembered them being different shade, and the change was slightly distracting.

And despite the fact she she apologized profusely she had completely missed the point. Both of his hands tightened into solid fists, meaning that the grip on her hair would likely become all the more painful as he tensed his arms, resisting the urge to slap her again for not realizing her mistake.

"And what if you succeeded, managed to finish it? I seriously doubt you would have bumped into me, due spending most of your time in a fucking pine box."

Devon had no idea how she wasn't getting why he was angry, and only the fact he was. But he was having an even harder time collecting his thoughts to drill the concept home, especially when he was working fairly hard to keep himself composed.