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"I'd like to argue I'm always very gallant, you just don't generally see it past the beard and flannel," Liam offered in joking retort, before taking back his card and receipt and stepping back with Evie as they awaited their food and drinks. He gave her a once over, if for no other reason than to see if there was something new about her affecting the more casual, less formal Evie he was often so used to, but didn't catch any sort of jewelry or the like the indicate a new direction.

He grinned again and raised a brow, "It's good to see you, Evie. I hope everything's going well, what with all the new changes and hubbub going on around here. It's been a bit upside down, as it is."

The Irishman was wearing his usual dusty attire. Jeans with some grease or oil stains, in lieu of a flannel today was a more tan/beige work shirt with arms rolled up, and his typical boots with soles caked in a bit of mud and grime.

"How have you been?" Almost reiterating his earlier question in a more direct way.

Evelyn took a deep breath as she stepped into the bakery. It smelled of lemons and blueberries and sugar, and the skater instantly knew her diet was going to be shot to hell. But she deserved it! She had finally started to get back into shape after the dislocated shoulder had derailed her training for a bit, but now she was back and better than ever. So bring on the cheesecake! Giggling to herself, Evie ordered herself that perfectly lovely lemon blueberry mini cheesecake and a lavender latte'. Then nearly jumped right out of her skin as an arm reached over her and a very familiar brogue filled the air.

Her cheeks of course pinked at his grin; Liam would always have that affect on her. But there was something different in her demeanor. Gone was the silly little romantic who could easily swoon from just a glance. In her place was a woman who had loved and been left too many times, who now had no expectations and had finally learned to just live life as it came. So while a flash of that old romantic was still in her ice blue eyes, her answering grin was just as teasing and not the least bit swoony.

"Well thank you Mister Connelly! You're very gallant today"

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Long Time | Liam & Evie

Liam made his way through campus, towering over most of the patrons, eyes trained on the little cafe he was targeting. He was a bit famished, and needed something of a pick me up; further, he'd just gotten finished dealing with some obnoxious slaves who weren't really following the rules, and needed a break for a few minutes. There was definitely something in the air today, the rebellious nature of the dipshits were really pushing his limits.

Marching through the throngs of people, he muscled his way, parting them like the sea as they moved past the irritated looking berserker with a penchant for punishment.

Sliding into the the Southern Moon cafe, he noted someone in line ahead of him. His mood immediately perked up upon seeing Evie, and Liam slid in behind her and as she finished her order, he leaned over and handed the barista his card.

"Whatever she's having is on me, and get me a coffee, black, with a sandwich. The biggest one you've got."

Flashing a grin and a side eye towards Evie.

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The First Rule... | Liam & Sasha

The air seemed to cling to him; hot, sticky, filled with the scent of sweat, blood, smoke, and alcohol, the cloud of violence hung loosely in the air. The muffled shouts of bettors and onlookers screaming for more, interrupted by the sounds of the muted buffeting of flesh and bone against flesh and bone, with one powerful one sending the crowd into a frenzy.

Lights were streaks at this point, piercing through the streams of sweat and hot blood that clung to flesh and the already sticky air. The blood though, it wasn't his.

Liam's vision cleared through the haze of smoke and sweat, and watched his pummeled victim trying their hardest to stand. The large berserker grinning as he snarled a bit, staring the lad down and shaking his head, "Just throw in the towel, Lad. Or else you're spendin' the night in the hospital."

And yet the man launched himself at Liam and the Irishman didn't budge. He took the strike to his chest, and then brought his fist down hard across the other's cheek, and watched the male fall into a clump on the floor.

Liam stood a second longer, making sure the dude was alive, and then stepped out and towards the showers to clean up.

He reemerged a moment later, black button up shirt that strained against his torso worn snuggly over the top of jeans and black boots. The guard then made his way out of the club's lower half and up towards the sultry singing that lured him as if sung by a siren.

Once on the first floor, he noted the beautiful woman, Sasha, and her gorgeous, fancy dress that he drank in, before moving to order himself a whiskey, straight, and then sidled up into a chair at the bar that allowed him to watch the talented, and captivating woman more completely.

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As the magics wavered and waned, it was clear there was a different look about Liam than ever before. His skin, bones; they looked older, more weathered, as if the years and years of beating and battering began to reappear without the magic of his skin holding back the punishments. Catching up to him now that what, and who he was, was allowed to come to bear.

"Course I missed ya, Evie. Why wouldn't I? Just because I never came and found you? That road travels both ways, you know where it's at, and you could have come down it anytime. I've never once implied you weren't welcome. Frankly, figured it was best I stayed away. You deserve some of the men around here who are a bit more your level, with less darkness in their past."

When she mentioned getting to skate, he grinned and upturned a brow, "Well ain't that great. Not sure if that means you jumped four times or what, but I'm glad you got out there and it was successful. You deserve to have that life again."

A shrug as he looked down a moment, "It was probably for the best. She always deserved a man a bit more cultured than me, someone who she could take to her galas. Who could fit into those crowds, that ain't me."

He glanced back up to Evie, "But it's no matter. Truly. Glad to see you're okay, you're back on your feet, and while the arm's a bit of a setback, shouldn't be too much of one."

Evelyn felt a little more at ease when he sat. At least then she wasn't getting a crick in her neck from looking up at him. Pale eyes drank in his profile as Liam settled, and once he did she tentativly reached her hand out towards him. She had always craved his touch, that contact. But now she also wanted to absorb his strength.

"You did?" She whispered, those eyes flaring just a bit at his words. It had been so long and she often wondered if he spared her a single thought. "No, of course I don't mind at all. I need the distraction" Evie chuckled lowly. "I had a show over the summer, back home in Greenwhich. My first time skating in one again and it was televised and everything. And..I landed a quad jump! I know you probably don't know what that means but..it's a pretty big deal" She explained, the pride in her tired voice obvious.

Liam looked back at her then and apologized. Evie just nodded, full lips curving in an understanding smile. "You don't have to be sorry. You..don't owe me any kind of explanation Liam" She murmured, her smile turning compassionate. "I did hear about Lexi leaving. And I'm so sorry. I know that had to be hard" And boy..did she ever..

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Liam nodded at her comment about her shoulder and left it at that, deciding not to worry about trying to help reset it. Instead he looked around and grabbed a nearby chair to pull it back towards him, sitting the chair down next to her, but in a way he could still be facing her a bit from the side.

He raised a brow as he glanced at her, a brow raising, "I've missed you too Evie. And what made it eventful exactly? If you don't mind me asking."

Though his focus was nearly entirely on her, his eyes did dart here or there keeping an eye on everyone in the facility, just to assure nothing dangerous was occurring while he was there.

He then looked fully back towards her, "I'm sorry I've not been... around. It's been eventful as well, for other reasons, but still eventful."

Damn.. She had forgotten how large he was. When Liam stood over her in that way, arms crossed over his barrel chest, Evelyn felt the size of one of her beloved sugar gliders. Blinking up at him, good arm wrapped around knees that were drawn to her chest, she tried to not remember how things had once been between them. Hard to do with his compelling presence, but the dull pain that seemed to radiate over the entire side of her body did help some.

"Neither do I" Evie admitted with a rueful chuckle. "Maybe I hit my head too or something" His brows continued their dance, causing her to giggle softly. Maybe, hopefully, breaking the proverbial ice just a little. "Yes, Jason did the best that he could. I'm sure I'll be fine" She nodded, an attempt to assure herself more than him.

At his words, she nodded, icy eyes casting downward for a long moment. "I'm sorry. I'm sure this is all very hard on those with powers" The brunette empathized, sucking in a shaky breath as she looked up, way up, at Liam again. "I've been good, had an eventful summer actually. I..really missed you Liam." Evie whispered bravely, before letting out another low giggle. "Can you sit down, please? My neck is starting to hurt"

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Liam grit his teeth as he drove inside of the slave, feeling her body rolling and rocking back against his, her walls gripping and clinging to him as he thrust her back against the bars. Knowing full well the poor woman would be sore tomorrow, but that was going to be his punishment for her misbehavior. Though he didn't doubt this particular slave would absolutely enjoy that reminder.

He grit his teeth and leaned forward, biting at her neck, marking her skin as he continued his relentless motions, his thumb grinding firm into her clit, her moans heard through the halls and echoing into his ears, driving him onwards.

At her echoing cry about nearing her climax, Liam leaned back again, a hand raising up to once again, as it had earlier, wrap around her throat. He waited to squeeze until he felt her getting closer and then grit his teeth as he squeezed his hand around her throat, "Cum for me, Love. Come for me."

And his thrusts matched hers in ferocity, pace, dictating the motions until soon he felt her warmth as she came, and soon he came quickly with her, filling her with a deep, hard thrust. His hand releasing from her throat the moment they both climaxed together.

Tilly wanted nothing more than to grab onto his hair and yank, leaving hickeys along his jaw and neck. She was usually the one that was running her hands all over the other’s body, exploring as she let her own be used. Her wrists were going to be bruised with the amount of pulling she was doing, but she couldn’t be mad at that - a sexy, purple little reminder of her own misbehavior against porcelain skin. Even the slowed thrusts made her feel good, and did give her an opportunity to catch her breath - but, luckily, not for long. When he picked up the pace, she clenched her walls around him, aiming her hips for him to be hitting just the spot she wanted to as her jaw slackened, moans getting louder and louder as they echoed along the walls. “I’m gonna come, please–”

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Liam's demeanor was different this time. It wasn't gruff but playful, it wasn't wonderfully annoyed by her cute antics, he was intense. The look on his face was entirely 'go to work', and he was doing it. It was almost as if he wasn't entirely himself, or at least he was a part of himself he hadn't tapped into for quite some time.

At her remark about him coming, he did show a twinge of emotion, a hint of that love he had for her showing through, "Of course I did."

But immediately tore into protector mode, "Grab a pack, fill it with a change of clothes, water bottle if you have one, some snacks if you have them. Jerky, granola, just in case we get trapped."

He was already moving past her, helping her to her feet, not nearly as gently as he may have been in the past, but not rough either. Clearly in a hurry, "If they get a good hit, this place is coming down all around us, we have to move."

He felt a weakness in his arms for a second that he shook off a moment and teeth gritted, "The magics are off, so I need you to be as much on your toes as possible." And he began to help her collect her things, speaking as he went.

"If we get separated, go to the theater. Don't stop to help anyone, don't try to figure out what the fuck's going on, you go straight there."

Disbelief, was the predominant feeling running through her veins. Chaos was a constant on the island, but not this sort. Magic was a given, wayward spells nearly expected when it came to the Institute that seemed to throw everything out of balance before things leveled out again. It could be said that imbalance was the norm and that normalcy was the odd. But this was like nothing she'd ever experienced since she'd come to the university all those years ago.

Explosions rocked the air and rattled the building and she froze. Self-preservation from being in the basement should have sent her feet fleeing, but she'd never been great at those instincts. A knot formed and started to grow in her stomach as the bars to her cell rattled and it took her a moment to realize - she was trapped. With the guards responding to the seemingly constant attacks, there was no one to let her out. Would she die down here? Was this her destiny? Only recently had she finally confronted her emotions and confessed them to the men she loved. Was she still going to die alone?

Not without a damn fight.

Rowan doubted bobby pins would unlock the door to her cell but she had to try something, tongue sticking out as she tried to manipulate the thing despite not knowing what she was doing. She was so focused on what she was doing that it took the sound of the key on the lock to grab her attention, gaze shifting upwards to see Liam. "You came." Disbelief was low in her tone as she moved back from the bars. She might have confronted her emotions but there were still doubts she was fighting. It was difficult enough when she wasn't in near-panic mode, which made her next question near-stupid. "What do I need, Liam?"

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Liam's brow shot up at her reaction to him, and to having been touching him. The Irishman standing to his full height, arms crossing as he took her in, glad to see she was, for the most part, alright.

"Not sure what you're apologizing for there, Love," he offered, listening to her as she seemingly rambled on just a bit, a chuckle escaping his throat, then another brow jumped, "Did you say it's dislocated? They reset it before putting it into the sling, right?"

Then her question, and the Irishman nodded his head, clearing his throat, "I'm fine... I guess. Bit achy with the way the magics are working, but nothing I can't handle. And I've been here, Love. Around. Doing my job. And where have you been? How have you been? Besides the arm and general fuckery that's happening right now."

Oh..crap. She really wasn't dreaming. He was actually there, and here she was touching him like nothing had changed and she had seen him just the other day instead of countless months ago. A dull flush spread across her cheeks as she withdrew her hand and curled into herself as best as she could. He had evidently caught her just in time, as her hurt shoulder was already starting to ache from the position she'd fallen asleep in.

"Thanks. And um..sorry about that.." Evelyn murmured. She was no longer touching him, but his presence surrounded her as her eyes drank in his face. She'd missed him. More than she'd realized, as she had spent so much time trying not to think of him. "I guess I'm okay? It's dislocated I think, Jason made a sling as best as he could and I.. I'm rambling. Sorry.." She leaned her head back against the plush burgundy velvet of the theater chair, eyes fluttering closed briefly.

"How are you?" She finally whispered, looking at him once more as that million dollar question left her lips. "Liam..where have you been?"

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Liam's body burned from head to toe in desire for the scarlet haired woman pinned beneath him to the soft mattress, her loud moans pulsating deep into his mind, sending shivers of pleasure down along his spine, enticing, guiding his movements with her very wants.

His large hands moved then, one clinging to the sheets and mattress next to her head, while the other moved to settle between her thighs, powerful thumb rolling roughly against her clit as he began to thrust into her a bit faster, but not too fast yet; savoring the pleasure of her gripping sex. Her body moving beneath him, her moans echoing off the walls of his home.

He continued to suck and kiss at her nipple, at her breasts, before pulling his lips away, to kiss and mark her with bites, marring her flesh as he made way to her collarbone, along her neck, then finally pulling back a moment later. Standing to his feet as he continued to rub at her clit, cock penetrating her entrance, pace not fast, but power in each thrust.

His eyes trailed over the body of the beautiful slave beneath him, no longer bound, but still under his grasp and control. His hand lifting from the bed to replace his lips on her breast, squeezing hard, his other hand still rubbing hard and fast at her clit as he watched her wrap around him.

"Such a lovely cunt my Love. Feels absolutely incredible."

Thalia could not help but smile at his retort and looked back at him playfully. “Has it been so long?”, she teased but couldn’t deny the genuine curiosity that came along this question. Liam was such a question mark to her. Maybe that was what made this so exciting…

The entire time, Thalia moved according to his guidance. She barely was able to keep up with him, but enjoyed the kisses and touches and his ferocity regardless. For someone she so barely knew, he did an excellent job of making her feel wanted. A chuckle escaped her lips as he pinned her down again, amused and curious to see where he was going with her next.

But the cheekiness vanished from her features quickly after. Liam had her whimpering and squirming in no time. “Oh yes… Like this, yes…”, she whispered as her nipples reddened and hardened again, causing an instantaneous wave of pleasure further down. A warning, perhaps. A few moments later he was inside her and she moaning louder than she had anticipated. “God, you feel amazing…”

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Liam's left hand was slowly massaging with thick fingers at his right, kneading into the gap between thumb and forefinger, joints feeling rough during these days of magic in flux. It'd been a long time since he'd truly felt pain in this way, but as his powers dipped, or became more intense, it was hard for his body to settle into that feeling. Yet, he'd managed.

He walked the theater room, watching for anything out of sorts, anything dangerous. His job had certainly taken on a different role. Generally he was meant to keep people and slaves in line, now he was meant to keep people safe. He could do that, he'd done it before, but still it was a sudden switch.

A crack of his neck as the magic swelled on the lower side for him, suddenly feeling his age a moment. As he walked, he noted a moment later a familiar figure, in a sling, in a chair, fast asleep. He thought of letting her sleep, but thought perhaps the figure skater could end up sleeping weird on her shoulder, ruin her recovery.

Moving towards her, large, weathered hand moved to her shoulder to give a firm squeeze and like shift, and chuckled at her reaction, "Yea, turns out I am. Y'alright, Love? Didn't want you falling asleep awkwardly and hurting that shoulder more."

You're Here.. | Evie&Liam

Evelyn had run out of comfortable positions to sit in. Jason had managed to make her a makeshift sling which helped someone, but did little for the pain. He had tried though and she was grateful of course for that. After he'd left to try and contact Beth again Evie tried to curl into a chair and nap but it wasn't happening. Giving up, she got to her feet with a heavy sigh and wandered the theater aimlessly. Her heart was heavy and full of worry, thoughts of Elijah and Leslie and her other friends that she couldn't find filling her head. Was this how she was going to die? In a place that she wasn't even sure she belonged anymore, away from everyone that she loved? Okay..she really needed to stop thinking this way..

After meandering for who knows long, Evie finally felt herself become exhausted enough to where she felt she may actually be able to sleep. Making her way back into the main theater room, she curled into one of the plush seats, staring listlessly into space. She must have actually drifted off because the next thing she knew, a heavy hand was shaking her good shoulder and a very familiar Irish brogue sounded in her ear.

Pale eyes fluttered open as she stared at Liam in confusion. How was he there? She'd honestly thought he had left the island. Maybe he had, and she was just dreaming.. Smiling sleepily, she lifted a hand to touch his face, fully expecting her hand to touch only air. "Are..you really here?"

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Foundations Rattled | Liam and Rowan

It was, for all intents and purposes, as normal a day as any. The slaves were more or less behaving, save the usual rebels and bullshitters, who were routinely put in their place, and of course Liam held his suspicions that they rather liked it, with the blatant and dumb ways they went about it. The other guards were crotchety or a bit too excited about it, professors were either whining about slaves, or whining about guards' handling of slaves, both assessments of being too rough and being too kind accused.

Then the first salvo hit. Liam didn't quite know what it was, magic had never been his strong suit, but he could smell it in the air. It was an attack. Every fiber of the man's body knew what was going on. The suddenness, the abruptness, the clear intent of it. It was the second strike that confirmed it, hitting as Liam was already standing up and throwing his leather jacket over his large frame. The whole building shook, swaying on foundations, causing a stir amongst a few other staff lingering about. Some asking if it was an earthquake, to no one in particular, but really only to themselves.

Liam was already making his way towards the door, "No. It's an attack. Get away from the windows, stay low, think fast, but think, don't react."

It was the only advice he gave as he moved swiftly through the door, swifter than any man of his size had any right to, and he was already making his way to Rowan's cell. The only destination that hit his mind in that moment.

Liam had always suspected a day like this may come, enslaving people with incredible powers and deep emotional issues and abusing them, subjecting them to insane torture and torment was only going to create enemies, and magic was hardly fool proof. He didn't care if they reassured him that 'everyone who left forgot'.

Once at the cell door Liam was opening the lock and looking over to Rowan, as another strike shook the dorm, that one was closer, "We're leaving. Get only what you need."

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thaliaxmoore​:

“Right…” Thalia thought she could remain like this forever. Although her arms were still tied, she was comfortable resting against Liam’s large frame. His breath tickled her skin in a pleasant way and reminded her of his presence. “You’ve got me hazy already”, she giggled. It had indeed been a long time since she was last used like this. Thalia turned her head to look at the guard. She quite enjoyed hearing him chuckle like that. “But I’m sure you can remind me again in a bit”, she smiled in return.

She then let him guide her, first to engage in his hungry kisses, then to support her as she was allowed to use her hands again. Thalia moved her wrists, then allowed her hands to touch his sides, wanting to explore further. Yet before she could, she was lifted and carried away. This sudden manoeuvre elicited a chuckle from the girl.

“Oh god, yes, this is comfy now”, she pointed out and stretched her arms over her hand, thereby subtly putting her body on display for him as he watched her from above. At least for a little while. It was no surprise by now that Liam proceeded to put her into his desired position after. “You’re eager, Master Liam”, she teased

Liam grinned at her tease, “What’s not to be eager for, Love?” 

His lips sinking lower past her chin and down along the slope of her neck, kissing, biting. Even as he let her settled a bit from her high, a bit less rough for the moment, there was always still the edge of power beneath him. Needing to mark her, claim her as his for the time she was entangled within his hold. 

One hand snaked down to grip at her ass again, hauling her hips up against his, as he ground his coated erection against her sex, moving with rolling hips to rub against her clit. His other hand reaching up to her hands above her head, his large fingers wrapping around both of her wrists, pinning her hands above her once more, the release from the ropes only moments earlier. 

He then sank his teeth and lips further, marking her skin with bite marks, with dark crimson marks against marred skin form the way he sucked at heated flesh, and still lower he went as he wrapped his lips around her breast. Tongue pushing against her nipple, sucking warmly, enticing her body’s reactions as he reveled in her.

Then his hips moved forward, rolling lower, until he positioned himself to slide his cock past her entrance, feeling her pussy grip at him as he slowly entered her. Groan vibrating against her breast as he partook of her, feeling the pleasures racking around his body.

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As soon as she heard the door opening behind her, she shifted the blanket that was warming her lap so that Liam could slide under it as well.  While he was pouring their drinks, she adjusted the fabric over both of their legs.  Though she doubted he ever felt the chill in the same way she did.  The Irishman and berserkers in general ran too hot, didn’t they?

Rowan took the offered glass as she nuzzled into his broad body, one leg folding over his so that they could cuddle more comfortably.  With a low hum, she took a sip of the Scotch which tasted oddly smoother than she was accustomed to, brows furrowing in near surprise.  “I’d hope you know where most of your things are,” she joked quietly, raising her glass so that it could clink against his.  “Would saying ‘to us’ be too cheesy or …?”

“It would be too cheesy,” Liam uttered as he nestled in next to her, feeling the warmth of her frame pushing up against him and filling that gap he didn’t know he had. He then raised the glass and clinked it against her own, “But I still rather like the idea,” He winked and leaned in to place a soft kiss against her forehead, before taking a sip from his whiskey. 

He didn’t say much more, his large arm moving to snake around the smaller human, pleased at the gentle comfort he felt with her against him and their bodies intertwined. His fingers lightly brushed up and down her arm, absent mindedly really, and his eyes settled on the horizon.

Despite his notorious demeanor of gruff, calloused, violent, and constant use of his hands, Liam also greatly enjoyed the quiet, being relaxed, calm, just enjoying the spinning of the earth, time slipping slowly past, simply existing in life. Contentment at being with the woman he loved, and resting, watching the night sky twinkle in the starlight.

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Liam’s fingers kept the curls of her hair wrapped around them, fist clenching as he kept her pinned to the bars behind her, trapped between the guard and cell, as he continued to drive the length of his cock up hard into her core. Slower thrusts now, but powerful, focused drives. 

His lips caught hers, as they kissed with that heat. There was only desire, want in the embrace. A lustful encounter between the two opponents. He then drew the hand that held the back of her head away, the other hand still squeezing into ass and thigh to keep her held up. 

And soon those hard, slow, deliberate thrusts began to grow more intense again, as he began to drive into her faster still, his pace picking up, becoming more erratic as he did so, that free hand falling between her thighs at her almost desperate command. His thumb working quick and firmly against her clit a moment later. 

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Liam’s fist curled around her locks, gripping as he drove into her that much harder, faster, pushing her into those metallic bars behind her, wanting so desperately to hold onto the pleasures that rocked both of them, as her walls tightened and only heightened that chaotic need deep within that insatiable Irishman.

His grip tightened, and his thrusts continued in a relentless pattern. He slowed them though, now, teasing some, though still hard, powerful. As he pursued that climax for them both, but continued to tease it as well.

He drew his lips against hers as she pushed back, their kiss as heated an exchange as their bodies, his frame pressing into hers. Those thrusts now slow and powerful rather than fast, as he languished in the taste of her. 

Her hair was long enough to give him plenty of grip, and her just a bit of slack.  Tilly’s jaw had fallen open, moans escaping her wantonly, letting him have full control of her body and the pleasure that was engulfing her.  As they slowed down some, she took the moment to catch her breath a bit, smirking down at him before kissing him back passionately.  Her body arched into his, glad at how he took her signal and pressed his chest to hers.  The first of those hard thrusts caught her off guard, letting out a surprised squeak, before giggling and letting her head fall as he continued - really, only his fist in her hair was what was keeping her upright.  “More,” she pleaded, her cheek nuzzling into him as she kissed along his jawline.  “Touch me.”  It was more of an instruction, desperately wanting his fingers at her core, knowing full well that last little bit would truly set her over the edge.

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The praise made her lips twitch upwards into a faint smile. Thalia was far too occupied with the rest of her body to properly control her reactions, far too distracted to be composed. She was glad that Liam held her so tightly and she let her weight sink further against his. Her eyes only barely managed to keep up with his roaming hand, but she knew exactly where they were going. “Please…” He played her like a cello; her moans an immediate response to his touch. “Oh god, Liam. I’m gonna- You’re gonna make me…” She didn’t have to spell out the words. With Liam’s hand wrapped so tightly around her throat, she doubted she even could have. But her body spoke in volumes, tensing and shaking as he allowed her to reach climax.

“Thank you, Master Liam”, she whispered quietly. Her body was flush against his, almost entirely supported now by her restraints and his own weight. “That was intense” The girl smiled and turned her head to look at him, a twinkle in her eyes now. “I didn’t think you’d let me cum before you”, she added, her expression becoming slightly amused as she began to recover from their first round. 

Liam’s breath trailed over the beautiful woman’s neck as he kissed and sank his teeth against her flesh, feeling her body rocking against him as she released herself from that building desire. He then grinned at her words, pulling his teeth away, his eyes gazing down at her as she spoke, and he leaned in to lightly nip at her lip, for a fleeting moment before chuckling.

“First, I’ve already cum once, and I intend to again here very shortly, but you’ve been such a good servant, I couldn’t continue to deny you.” His hand on her throat tightened again, but not to choke, instead to pull her head back up so he could sink his lips across her own, kissing her harder now. Deeper. 

He finally undid the ties around her frame, letting her hands drop free, as he turned her to face him, still kissing her, hands moving along her frame now to squeeze down over her ass, hauling her up into his arms and moving her towards the bed in the center of the room. 

As he neared it, his lips parted from her and he leaned forward, laying her against the bed as he sank between her thighs. He shifted his arms to hold her legs up, pinning them near her shoulders as he looked down at her, leaning forward to kiss at her chin now.

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rowanxaubri​:

“Me.  I wear the collar in this relationship,” she deadpanned, though chuckled softly at his counter.  It was pretty close to cuddling, and her cheeks flushed slightly at being considered ‘the view.’  Even years later, and some words still got to her in unexpected ways.  The prior events of the evening probably weren’t helping matters.

A small yelp of surprise escaped when Liam so easily manhandled her off the bike, though it was quickly followed by a loud chuckle.  Why should it be anything of a surprise given how well he could toss her around in more intimate times and places?  Another yelp at the swat, but it left her sticking her tongue out at the Irishman as she happily followed his instructions.  “Aye aye, Sir.  Though I can’t help but doubt you don’t know exactly where the Scotch is.” she couldn’t help but tease before making her way out of the garage and through the house to the balcony.

Was it just her, that the sunset looked somehow different?  Rowan grabbed a blanket and tucked it around her waist as she watched the horizon and the dusky colors that painted it.  She had no doubt the covering wouldn’t be needed for long once the berserker joined her again, but at the moment it kept some of the evening chill away from her bare legs.  Maybe another day she would have occupied herself with her phone while waiting for Liam to bring the liquor, but for once she was content to just take in the moment without the electronic distraction.

The berserker led himself through to the kitchen cabinet where he kept his assortment of liquor, most of which being some form of whiskey or scotch. He grabbed one of the opened, but older bottles. One he pulled out rarely, and then grabbed two glasses before making his way further up and towards the landing to the bedroom that also led to the balcony.

The starlight beginning to peak from behind the oranges and yellows of the deepening sunset, a cool breeze from a sea unseen from that little secluded home. The greens darkening as the sun dipped, casting the surrounding forest in a mysterious, calming, and cool haze. 

Stepping out of the door, Liam moved to sit next to her, setting both glasses down and pouring them each a couple of fingers, before settling his arm around her shoulders, the glass coming with to nestle in front of her for her to grab. 

“You were right, turns out I knew precisely where the scotch was...”

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feelings-fortilly​:

Of course somewhere in the back of her head, she was mentally making sure she had some cover up in her cells for the next day, to at least put up an attempt to cover the hickies.  That’s when they looked hottest anyway - after a ‘clear’ (or in this case, manufactured) attempt to calm them down, but they were deep enough so show through.  That’s when it was cool - that was sexy.  Next time she found him - and there would be a next time, if she could help it - she would hope she too got an opportunity to let her hands roam, to do more than this.  But she wouldn’t complain.  Tilly tightened her walls a bit as she felt the thrusts getting slightly more on the sporadic side, not as much in the rhythm as before.  She even (almost) forgot about her clothes ripped away.  And she did appreciate the hand in her hair, making an angle that much easier to drive in a hard kiss to lips, locking her and him together, hums of pleasure deep in her throat.

Liam’s fist curled around her locks, gripping as he drove into her that much harder, faster, pushing her into those metallic bars behind her, wanting so desperately to hold onto the pleasures that rocked both of them, as her walls tightened and only heightened that chaotic need deep within that insatiable Irishman.

His grip tightened, and his thrusts continued in a relentless pattern. He slowed them though, now, teasing some, though still hard, powerful. As he pursued that climax for them both, but continued to tease it as well.

He drew his lips against hers as she pushed back, their kiss as heated an exchange as their bodies, his frame pressing into hers. Those thrusts now slow and powerful rather than fast, as he languished in the taste of her.