RAZOR FIST

And that was fair, it wasn't for everyone. Hell, it took him some getting used to. Well, a lot of getting used to. Andrei had gone from not knowing who his family was and being on his own on the streets to finding out who his father was and an abundance of half siblings. "I did at first." He answers with a shrug and even then he still preferred his time alone. It was why he didn't mind when the summers were over and the camp population decreased greatly. Head tilts a bit to the side, brow arching at her question as he realized she hadn't seen it. It was a thought that hadn't registered within the Romanian but he straightens up as he starts to answer. "I mean, you know what a military barracks looks like?" He asks before continuing on. "Bunks are like that, there's weapons hung up in cabinets, gym equipment....The red pant is kinda splattered about on the walls. Oh, a statue of our father too." He shrugs. "If you can think god of war, it is probably there."

❛   oh, gamó ....   ❜ she curses swiftly, her back arching as she feels that familiar stretch. no matter how many times, they lay together. the stretch would always be there. burning in a way that felt like heaven, as she whimpers lightly. her back arching against the sheets, as her eyes roll into the back of her head. a deep moan filtering off pierced lips, both from his movements, and the way his hand played with her chest. causing a maelstrom of feelings to swirl within her. hands gripping the sheets with a strength that would no doubt leave them ripped. and her once more, in need of new ones, fuck she was weak for him. that was even more apparent, the moment that large hand of his wraps around her throat. erasing all thoughts from her mind, other then how she belonged to him. his name, the pleasure he was causing. running like a loop inside of her mind. [ nothing else mattered, except for this moment. ] as his thrusts grow as punishing as his kiss, giving them both exactly what they want. tattooed fingers come to wrap around his wrist, holding him against her throat. anchoring her, as she hooks a leg over his hip. the simple movement: allowing him deeper, to claim her further. and it has a mix of greek, romanian and english curses falling from her lips. intermingled with those submissive whimpers she knew she adored the most. ❛  Te iubesc, always ....   ❜ desire and love, making the words husky and deep. yet just as meaningful as whenever she would say it. hips moving to meet his brutal thrusts, as she already feels her first, of no doubt many, orgasms begin to crash upon her. tension building in her lower stomach, as her hands shift to grip his back. acrylic nails digging into the flesh, and leaving red marks upon tanned flesh. marking him as hers: just as she knew her body would carry his marks the next day. ❛   fuck baby, 'm close ....   ❜

Hearing her curse as he moved, it only making him increase his speed and how hard he moves. He wanted to give her everything, once he knew she was able to handle it of course. Her arching up into him, he needed to feel her and all of her. She was no doubt of the same thought, moving with him as best she could as she did her best to press against him. The hand around his wrist only had him smirking against her lips, her movements following to bring him closer to her. The new position of her leg helps him more, getting deeper with each thrust. No doubt he would have red marks from her nails raking along his back, not that he would ever complain. It made him let out a low moan himself at the sensation. The moans, the confessions leaving her lips, all of it was making him work more and more at getting her to finish. Though hearing her say she loved him, it made his grip around her neck tighten to match the harsh movements of his hips. Lips leave her's, lifting himself up more to look down at her. Darkened green gaze wanting to watch her as he brought her to the edge, a sight he always liked to see but especially when it came to her. Watching her unravel from his movements, his hand around her throat, all of it only turned him on more. His grip on her throat remaining tight as he looked down at her. "Then cum for me." He practically commands, wanting to feel her orgasm around his cock. His whole plan, as he often did, was to fuck her through her orgasm and to keep going until she was a mess from multiple rounds. It was getting lost in her, nothing but her, that made the future disappear and let him be in the moment. Feeling her, hearing her, all of it making him get lost in everything but the two of them in this very bed.

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"will do," she started walking in the direction of the clubhouse, allowing him to follow her. she didn't think it was too far, and they could deal with his injuries there. she felt around in her back pocket and pulled out a flip phone. she sent walker a text letting him know they'd need some help in a few minutes and to be ready. "you see that neon sign with the chicken?" angel gestured to the fried chicken restaurant that had moved in across the street from the garage and clubhouse only recently. "we're across the street from that. the food's actually pretty decent, but the sign is obnoxious at night." it flashed so that it looked like the chicken was dancing. on their more exhausting nights, they all toyed with shooting one of the tubes of light so that it just fucking stopped dancing.

He kept the pressure of the wound on his side, hand pressing against it as he started to follow her in the direction she had suggested. Andrei wasn't sure where he was going, just making sure he was keeping up as best he could with her movements. After a bit, not questioning much of anything, she finally spoke up and he followed where she pointed with a furrowed brow. "Uh, yeah I do." He says looking back down at her. "It is obnoxious in general." He half mumbles, mostly to himself but he was sure she heard it considering the lack of people around them. But it at least gave him direction on where to go instead of following her blindly. So he makes his way there, this time instead of a step behind her he is now by her side. "Is there anything I need to know before walking in there? Or should I just be quiet and follow you?" It felt like a logical question as they got closer to the building she had indicated by the directions involving the chicken sign.

“Andrei…” she murmured, face hidden in his neck. “You’re stuck with me… you okay with that?”

Muscles relaxed, feeling her kiss back. It was what made him pull her closer, almost getting lost in her touch and how she tasted. It all felt right, only pulling away from her when his lungs screamed for air. Feelings now out in the open, he let his arms remain around her as he looks at her with a slight smirk all before she buried herself in to his neck. A chuckle leaves him, moving then to lift her up as he stood to his full height. "I am very much okay with that. Though I wouldn't use those words. If anything, frumoasa, you are stuck with me." He turns his head to the side, placing a kiss to the side of her head. "But as long as you are happy, I will be by your side. I promise you that."

❛   hmm, guess i'm full of surprises ...   ❜ she comments lightly. not minding his words. as she got the feeling it wasn't often people helped him. or wanted to be close to him. it was normally the case when one was considered a monster in the eyes of many. but to her, he was just a man. nothing more. his next set of words, has her smirking though, a well-prepared lie simmering on his lips as she opens her eyes, to look straight at him. ❛   do you know how many times i get to leave the house on my own, without a small terror begging for sweets. let me tell you the number isn't that high ...   ❜ the way she delivered the lie, was astonishing even to her. and she momentarily felt bad for lying to him. for not revealing to him that he wasn't the true monster here. that it was her. that she was something from the pits of hell. but they weren't that close. [ just two strangers brought together by circumstance. ] she instead begins walking: hands curling in the pocket of her hoodie. silence trailing between them like a steady weight. her senses were still reaching out, brushing across all the people in hopes, of finding another with a supernatural tether. so they could head in the direction. but right now she was clueless, her abilities telling her nothing. which fucking sucks. ❛  can you remember where you last saw him, might be a place to start ....   ❜ she offers softly. offering at least something, in all the confusion.

It wasn't just the fact she was helping him out of no where, she was helping him while knowing what he was. All of it was throwing him for a loop but he couldn't let that show too much. He had to focus on the fact he needed to get back to his father. Even now as she was leaving to help him, he still couldn't wrap his mind around it. The excuse she gave made the wolf chuckle at least slightly, a brief moment for a small smile to appear before returning to its normal stoic expression. There wasn't even a part of him that questioned her words, it seemed right though he had an idea she didn't mind it all that much. After all, she seemed happy. And it was on that thought that they began to make their way down the street and towards town. His own heightened senses being put to use to figure out any information he could on where his father could be. That and work his way back home. The two seemed concentrated, lost in thought as they walked. It wasn't until she spoke up that he looked down at her, brow furrowing as he thought back. "Not too far from home...I don't think." He looks back ahead in the direction they were currently walking in. "He might be at the market...maybe looking for any news there." It's their best bet, for the moment. He wasn't sure if his father returned home, waiting for him, or was walking around the town looking for him. The best option, he thought, was he was possibly home and safe. "Let's just....go to the center of town."

"No, I know he will not. He has been planning this marriage since I was of age. He never wanted me to be happy or in love. All he wants is what's good for this kingdom." A few more tears fell before she reached for the pin in her hair. She carefully undid it, letting her hair fall around her face. "Will you take this? a token as my love and as a memento of our love. I do not want you to ever forget how much I love you." her eyes pleaded with his to accept her gift. It was one that could easily be hidden in armor if need be. She just wanted him to have a piece of her. "no, it would take someone with a higher power to change it. The only other way it could be done is if someone were to challenge my suitor, to fight for my hand in marriage. Which is how he was chosen." When word had spread of her father looking for a husband for her, royal families had appeared with their single sons. She shook her head before giving him a small smile. "do not be. I do not regret the time we spent together. At least for a time, I was able to share my love with you and be happy. I will always love you, Andrei. You are the man that will always carry my heart."

Her response was one he knew well, it was what parents did for their child to find any way to strengthen kingdoms or political bonds. None of that would work well with him, who's only power was in name only, in a nobleman's good graces. "In a way, that is what a King should do...." Even if it hurt to admit, that it hurt to know the kingdom came before love. And then brows furrow, looking to her as she undoes her hair. His confused expression didn't entirely fade, not until she holds out her hand to him to give the pin. And without question he lifts his own to take the token from her because of what it meant. She didn't have to explain, he knew. "I will never forget." It's almost hushed, like a secret held between the two of them. Because in a way he feared if he said it louder they would be found, discovered, and the last part of her that he could have would be taken from him. That was until she spoke up again, a solution almost it seemed. Could he do it? Despite all the sweet words from her, he couldn't deny the idea forming in his head. "And I will always love you." He says, his hands wrapping around her own to hold them tight. "Can anyone challenge your suitor for your hand in marriage?"

"Sit", she orders him and nudges him towards an armchair. "And take off your shirt so I can look." She has done this before and will most likely do it again for the rest of their lives, because she doubts he will ever resign from fighting wars for other people. But she cannot fault him for it; her brother would have done the same thing. Washing her hands in a separate basin so they are clean, Lyssa dries them off and turns back to her husband, one hand massaging the side of her belly with a grimace, because the babe must have kicked her in some sort of muscle, given the sharp pain that briefly erupts inside of her. But she pushes her own discomfort quickly aside to focus on Andrei. "Your stitches are almost torn, you've been moving too much", she comments, fingers grazing around the edges of a wound that was clearly taken care of by a healer already.

Keeping put, he looks her over a moment before she is back by him. He is leaning slightly to the side, the soft touch of her fingers on his wound was expected but the skin still sensitive made him wince a bit. "Well, I was on a horse trying to get home." He points out. "I think that is something you can understand." He looks to her, expression softer than it had been when he arrived. "I did miss you."

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❝  how   am   i   more   tired   now   than   i   ever   was   after   the   crazy   parties   i   used   to   go   to   ,   ❞   exhales   deep   ,   stretching   up   into   a   yawn   before   shrugging   out   of   her   floor   length   gown   .   disappears   into   the   second   closet   with   the   garment   ,   carefully   hanging   it   with   the   rest   of   her   newly   purchased   evening   wear   before   slipping   out   into   andrei's   closet   to   retrieve   a   massive   tshirt   .   ❝  tonight was so much fun , though ; the   only   problem   was   the   fish   for   dinner   ,   ❞   hums   dejectedly   ,   fabric   draping   past   silken   thighs   to   land   aside   her   knees   as   she   returns   into   the   bedroom   .   ❝  i   barely   ate   any   of   it   .   .   .   do   you   think   the   chef   would   mind   making   a   pizza   this   late   ?   ❞

"You had people you wanted to impress." He says with a shrug before standing up to his full height and stepping back enough for her to move off of the bed if and when she was ready. However, he does soon move after to get himself ready. Suit jacket removed and hung up before he moves to unbutton his shirt and toss that into the hamper which is soon followed by his pants and socks. He moves to grab a pair of sweatpants before she goes into his closet to grab herself a shirt. "The fish? What was wrong with the fish?" Andrei asks on the opposite side of the bed as he gets himself ready to slide in but stops as she continues on. "I mean, if you ask for it I don't see why not." He shrugs. "I pay him well enough to do so." But with that he gets into bed and lets large frame relax in the mattress. "So, go for it."

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❛   nein, i haven't had to give her any advice or punishment. as i can see why bayern never quit on her, girl knows what she's doing ....   ❜ he offers: and sure it might look like he was trying to blow smoke up payne's ass to her boyfriend. but everyone who knew him knew, he didn't just praise anyone. ❛   most i've spoken to her, was when i asked if she could help the new girl with free kicks. so, unless that's it. thinkin' im planning on replacing her or something ....   ❜ he doubted it. but it was the only thing sticking in his mind. but his words of wisdom, and many years playing the sport. told him it was simply just her. she was testing him. as though some fundamental part of her had decided he needed to earn her obedience and respect. and she was going to make him fucking work for it. [   and whilst it annoyed the shit out of him. he could actually respect that. just his sanity couldn't.  ]  running a hand through blonde hair he sighs. looking over with a brow raised. ❛   do ya think she'll listen to you. or just make her vendetta against me worse because i told on her ....   ❜

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brims   curve   about   the   filter   of   a   joint   ,   slight   frame   flush   with   the   bare   chest   of   the   mafioso   as   the   pair   lounge   by   the   pool   after   dark   .   golden   tresses   flutter   in   the   breeze   ,   one   arm   hooked   loose   about   the   broad   of   his   neck   as   the   other   maneuvers   the   roll   .   ❝  i   never   realized   how   many   stars   you   can   see   from   here   ,   ❞   marvels   softly   ,   doe   eyes   cast   toward   the   night   sky   as   digits   massage   the   base   of   romanian   crown   .   ❝  i'm   pretty   sure   that's   the   big   dipper .   ❞   smoke   trails   from   the   paper   as   she   uses   it   to   gesture   ,   coughing   into   her   elbow   before   relaxing   once   more   into   sturdy   pectorals   .   ❝  learned   that   one   when   i   was   little   ,   ❞   hums   contentedly   ,   taking   another   drag   &   releasing   it   away   from   bearded   visage   .   ❝  i   used   to   think   i   was   so   cool   pointing   it   out   at   summer   camp   .   ❞   lived   a   relatively   average   childhood   ,   for   the   life   into   which   she'd   fallen   as   an   adult   ;   at   least   until   andrei's   rude   awakening   &   the   rescue   from   her   kidnapping   had   pulled   her   squarely   from   the   dealing   world   .   ❝  alright   ,   ❞   chirps   suddenly   ,   with   a   couple   of   quick   inhales   before   stamping   out   the   cherry   in   a   nearby   ashtray   &   rising   to   her   feet   .   digits   curve   beneath   the   hem   of   a   stolen   tshirt   ,   lifting   the   garment   to   reveal   the   bikini   into   which   she'd   shimmied   earlier   .   ❝  up   ,   please   .   we   can't   be   out   here   on   such   a   beautiful   night   &   not   go   for   a   little   after   hours   swim   .   .   .   ❞

An arm is around her waist, keeping her against him as a hand rests on her hip. Both rather comfortable sitting upon the poolside chair, sharing one rather than her having her own. He knew how it was, he was more her chair than an actual piece of furniture was. However, he wasn't complaining. "Well, we are outside of the city. There's little light pollution out here. I think that's what they call it." He shrugs, but it was what made the estate so peaceful out here with little noise and little to bother them considering no one knew of this place. It wasn't unless he trusted them enough to know of its location. His eyes lift, following where she points before nodding. "I will take your word for it." Andrei didn't know the constellations but he did grow up under them for some time. He wasn't sure if he told her that. A small but warm chuckle left him as she went on, almost explaining how she knew them and the nice little life she had growing up. "I'm sure the other kids thought it was cool." All an experience he would never have but at least she was focusing more on the good rather than the what had brought her back to him. Though brow does arch as she pops up, head tilting to the side as he watches her move off of him. The shirt being removed does have his attention, however, making a small smirk pull at his lips. His head shakes with another chuckle before bringing large frame to its feet. "Should I also tell the staff to prepare some drinks?" He looks over to the house and back to her. "And is the heater on? I don't think you want to jump into a cold pool, frumoasa." All questions asked as he too removes his shirt, the basketball shorts he wears are more than fine to get wet from the pool.