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Post by Trigger Mason on Jul 11, 2015 8:56:43 GMT
i wish we could turn back time When asked to describe the one and only Trigger Mason, words like unpredictable, ruthless, spiteful, murderous, insane, monstrous, hostile, scornful, and temperamental were used. But gentle? No, no one simply batting an eye at the brute of a man would have ever suspected such tender touches and soft caresses to be made by the hands that had easily stolen many lives- but that's exactly what he was doing. Sweet and simple.
While he led Jewel back into the bedroom, his fingers roamed with a curious rather than malicious intent, lips teasing along the lengthy span of her neck as they shuffled backwards. Caught for a moment by the enticing, inviting sweep of her collarbone, he paused his urgings as he sucked a hickey into the gleaming flesh, granting her the perfect chance to rid him of the only clothing separating them. It was one swift movement, but god was it freeing. Trigger may be a lot of things, but self-conscious of his body had never been one of those traits- so when she leaned back into his body, feeling him out with a gentle rock of her hips, he didn’t show a hint of anything but eagerness.
But then the warmth of her body was gone, pilfered from his arms as she elegantly toppled onto the mattress. His breath was stolen as he finally took a long, lingering look at the girl he thought he’d never get to have as his own. All soft curves, tough edges, and marked just so with scars and memories- and now it was all his. So much to discover, to learn about the woman he’d known all his life, and he’d find out all the secrets her body held.
In due time.
His stomach curdled with want and need and desire. He needed to touch, needed to see, needed to feel and love and fix. He needed to crawl onto the bed with her, make her feel safe and patch up all her broken parts in the only way he knew how, but she prevented him from doing just that.
As he stood before her, nude and seething with lust, he fought back all primal, animalistic thoughts and let her hold him back. Breathing in a sharp breath as he eyes eagerly ravaged her body, still tingling with the knowledge that it was now his turn to play, he forced himself to just take a moment to let it soak it in. This was finally happening. He was going to be with Jewel in the way he’d only dreamed of, and honestly, he wasn’t sure if he’d actually woken to her screams and wasn’t still tangled around his children as these images swirled in his head. Dream or not, he knew how to respond her question. There was simply no other answer.
Hands coming up to gingerly pet at her calf and the top of her foot as she kept him at a distance, his voice fell a few octaves- though he spoke soft and child-like, confused on why she even asked when she knew. She had to know.
“Yes,” it was a whisper, as if he was scared to actually admitting it, that if he told the truth he’d awake and find that it would really never be, “Of course. Always. I've always loved you.” And he couldn’t lie. Not to her, not to himself, and wouldn’t even be able to deny it to Adalyn if she managed stumble out of her lifeless state. It was simple and true.
Trigger loved Jewel.
Trigger lives a v sad life.
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Post by Jewel Carver on Jul 14, 2015 2:32:35 GMT
Holding Out for a Hero Jewel sighed and shivered deliciously at the barest touch from him. It seemed like everything had been building up to this one moment. Her entire life gather on the tip of a pin in the form of this single moment in time. For in this particular blip in time, nothing else mattered but the man gently stroking her leg, gazing at her with lust and love, confessing his deepest feelings for her. Jewel felt a warmth flood through her, removing all thoughts from her already distracted mind. It was hard to pay attention when a naked God was caressing you in the most gentle of manners. He loved her. Of course he did, and yet, she'd never savored such beautiful words before. No other murmured sentence had ever filled her with such a fierce desire before.
"I love you too." She murmured, eyes locked on his, emerald eyes as expressive as ever. "It was always you." She breathed, almost more to herself than to him. She'd loved James, yes, and still did. But it didn't change the fact that she always loved Trigger and always would. This was meant to be, she knew. She'd never felt anything so right in all her life. She wanted this. She needed this.
She needed him to fix her. She needed to fix him. The time for waiting was over.
Jewel slipped her leg out of his gentle caress, wrapping her long and bronzed legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her, pulling him down on top of her. Her legs locked around him, her hips grinding gently up against him. Her fingers ran over his body slowly, following the rise and fall of his muscled arms and sculpted chest. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his in a kiss deep with need and hunger. Her fingertips trailed lightly up his back once more, knotting into the soft black curls of his hair. She clutched her body to him, feeling completely shielded from the world. He was all she could feel, see, smell, even think of. He was her entire world in that moment. Her teeth tugged at his bottom lip playfully, tongue flicking out to trace the curve of it.
She rubbed herself against him, every inch of his body muscled and unyielding as she caressed, teased, touched, and kissed every part of him that she could. She loved him and she wanted to love him in any way that she could. They'd been through so much together but not enough. This was what they both needed, to admit their love, to be able to express it, and to heal each other.
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Post by Trigger Mason on Jul 15, 2015 6:11:02 GMT
i wish we could turn back time For a moment, he didn't believe it. Couldn't believe it. He knew it was true,it had always been the silent truth. Never spoken, but always there. Always lingering at the pit of their hearts and in the midst of their minds- but under the weight of her voice? Rolling off her tongue? Actually hearing the words aloud? He was simply stunned, fingers freezing on her heated skin as he soaked it in, played it back. Four little words, no more than eleven letters, and it's all he'd ever wanted. For those feelings to be returned, for him to finally be the one. He'd spent a lifetime impatiently waiting for her to tell him, for her to mean it, and now it's finally happened. He needs a minute to process it all. Like clockwork, his finger come back to life and his mind hops back online. Questions filled in through his mind as her second statement sunk in. It was always him? Then why did she chose everyone over him? Throw herself at all these people who in the end hurt her when all he did was hold her up on a pedestal? When he was the one who he looked up to? Who he depended on more than anything else?
If he was the one, why he the name at the end of her list? Why had everyone else gotten a piece of her heart and he's left with the shattered pieces- desperate to glue them back together? Why was he once again set aside until he was the last option?
But he didn't voice any of his inquires, wouldn't even if he could. Rather, he let himself be pulled onto the mattress, resting between her legs and, he shut his brain down because, god, if he let himself think about what was happening, well- they wouldn't have the time to let it happen. Letting all thoughts drain and just acting on instinct, he mashes his lips against hers, moaning as her hands explore his scarred flesh, and nibbling back at her lower lip once she releases his own. He hummed as her body rubbed eagerly against his own, enticing him into action and making him spill out just once more before they really got the show on the road, "I love you, Jewel."
After that, it was easy rolling. Kisses swapped, caresses made, pleased sounds mewled- and then all too suddenly, Trigger was sheathed in Jewel, hips rolling against her with ease as his lips sucked and nipped at her exposed throat, leaving a mark behind. He growled and moaned and whined and whispered, everything for her ears and her ears alone. Every touch was soft, every kiss was gentle, and ever thrust was done with unspeakable passion. This wasn't just sex- Trigger made love to Jewel, meaning every small movement and noise, indulging in the pleasure of it all. No protection, just skin on skin.
Just them.
He held out for as long as he could, wanting it to last, wanting to fix, but he could only hold back for so long.
One final slap of his hips against hers, and he was washed away with the sensation, lips pressed to hers, a variety of sounds flooding their mouths as they wound down together.
Breathing heavy, Trigger hoisted himself up onto his elbows and let his eyes wander her face- both of them covered in a sheen layer of sweat and blissed-out. A soft chuckle leaping off his lips, he dove in for one more kiss, keeping close as he nuzzled into her warmth.
He should say something, he knew he should, but he didn't want to break the moment- didn't want to shock her back into reality and make her regret what they'd done. So he stayed silent, savoring it while it lasted.
Trigger lives a v sad life.
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Post by Jewel Carver on Jul 16, 2015 21:47:50 GMT
Holding Out for a Hero Jewel lay there afterwards, her mind and body comfortably wrapped in a haze of pleasure. She'd never felt so alive and connected to someone before. Her body still tingled from her head to the tips of her toes. Their bodies both coated in a shinning gleam of sweat as she they lay in a tangle of arms and legs. She studied his face, tender expression on her own, a grin splitting out onto her full lips with his chuckle. She tilted her head up to return the kiss he returned for, giving him another one as he tried to pull away. She never wanted this moment to end. It was perfect in every sense of the word, all other cares temporarily forgotten.
She nuzzled against his broad chest, fingertips lightly trailing over his body in small, lazy, circles. She was content to lay here with him, like this. Jewel's lazy smile fell into place, a soft sigh slipping from her lips, head throwing back to lay against the pillow, just relaxing in pleasure, her eyes still set on the features of Trigger's face. She couldn't believe they hadn't done this before. She wanted to do it again already, although that would have to wait. Slowly, thoughts of the rest of the world returned to her. Mainly, her children. She began to think over all the information she'd gathered on the children. She was sure they were being kept deep down inside the Capitol, how deep, she didn't know. What she did know was that she needed to get back in shape. She'd grown weak and she needed to begin eating right, training daily, and growing strong once more to get her children back.
Nestled against him, she pressed a kiss to his wide shoulder, glancing up at his face again. "Trigger... Tomorrow, I need to start working towards Alina and Cas. I need you to train me. I'm not the same woman I was. I'm weak." She murmured to him, her eyes dropping in shame at the revelation. She'd grown so soft. Sure, she was still dangerous, still knew how to fight, but she wasn't as strong or skilled as she had been. Where once, she could have at least matched the best of the Capitols fighters, now they'd cut her right down.
Jewel sighed softly, glancing away from Trigger as she nervously waited for his answer. She burrowed back against him, seeking the warm safety of his large embrace.
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Post by Trigger Mason on Jul 19, 2015 9:51:31 GMT
i wish we could turn back time Breathe in. Breathe out. It was simple. A weight against his side, warmth spread throughout his body, and even breaths. Fallen on his side and arms looped loosely around Jewel's sated form, Trigger just let himself inhale and exhale- focusing on nothing more than his senses. The feel of Jewel at his side, heated and pliant, fingers dragging over his body with precision and laziness. The taste of her on his lips, faintly minty, distantly earthly, and completely unique to her. The sound of her breathes, pleased hums echoing through the air as they eased in closer. The scent of sex in the air, sweaty and musky and just a pinch of fragrance from the sheets tangled in between their legs. The sight, god, the sight was something he'd yearned for, something he'd needed for years. It was overtly beautiful, her hair draped around her head like a halo, eyes caught on his, skin glistening with a sheen layer of sweat- it was overwhelming. It made his heart sing, and god, if he ever got used to this view, he'd be shocked. It was something to remember, to think back on with as smile and warm heart.
Jewel Orsino was finally in his arms, had finally given in and chose Trigger.
His fingers dragged across her bare stomach absentmindedly, nails digging into her flesh lightly, gaze casting down the length of her body once- taking it in before sweeping back up to her eyes. A grin played on his lips, grip tightening some as he cuddled in closer.
It was almost too soft for two of the Capitol's strongest threats, but somehow that's just how it was supposed to be. Fronts fallen and they were just themselves. Bare and open, willing to admit weakness and show the deepest of emotions.
A low vibration caught his attention, broken him out of his daze, and it took him just a moment to realize what it was. Jewel was speaking, asking for his help in training and he couldn't help but chuckle. After they'd just made love, the first thing to come to her mind was her weaknesses, and it just seemed typical. Just like something she'd do, so he couldn't fault her for it.
Trigger shook his head softly, lips brushing over hers as he leaned in and whispered, "Not weak." He pressed his mouth in firmer, stealing another tender kiss before he continued on. A swipe of tongue, nip of teeth, a seize of lips- and then he pulled back. Just a pinch, voice gravelly as his eyes slipped closed, "But I will help you. We need to get them back." His heart stung at thought of where they were, and he burned with a new passion to find them. They had to.
Trigger lives a v sad life.
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