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      ”Awright.” Her soft kiss was met with another, balling the now rumpling sheets beneath both of their weights as he could feel his shoulders— slowly— hunch themselves up into the air while his legs laid themselves out while her’s remained just about around his waist, though not necessarily wrapped around them. He had kept his upper body up— which wouldn’t be a problem in the long run— while keeping his head careening over her’s, their lips meeting each other over and over again with intervals of silence interrupted with the dragged out smack of their mouths slipping away from each other’s only to reacquaint themselves again.
      And again.
            And again.

      Lifting up his left arm, he used the hand typically attached to cup the side of her face. His thumb brushing to and fro against the rosy cheek it was on, only to then convey the small sliver of tenderness (that she seemed to pry open in him with a surgeon’s precision) she saw in him with another soft kiss. This time, his tongue slipping through his own lips, asking for permission for voyage through her’s.
      The permeating milky white rays of the moonlight bathing itself on them from the gaping open double doors of the balcony. 

Elizabeth remembered the first time that she met him. The way that he acted, threatening her daughter. Someone she considered her daughter. Then she remembered how she saw that sweetness, the tenderness that he seemed to show whenever they were together. She knew she reminded him of a past lover. Someone that he hadn’t forgotten, but she was wondering if that was still the same case with the affection that he showed. 

She returned the kisses, letting her mouth open slightly. This was all she could do at the moment. Seeing as she couldn’t do much. The belly between them had a growing baby inside, and she wasn’t in the mood for more than just a little bit of kissing. 

Though, he always managed to change her mind about that. 

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      Joining her smile with one of his own, soothingly rubbing at the thigh neighboring his waist at the moment.
      ”Howzitabout,” bringing their lips to another crash, a slow and audible smack came when he withdrew to finish what he was saying to her, “I help ya… ferget?”

      Tearing away from the bed’s headboard, he squeezed the thigh to his waist— both of them— and shifted a whole one-eighty so she was laid on her back (gently) while he climbed atop slowly… slipping under the covers that were brought over both of their bodies, mainly the lower regions, while his lips practically inseparable from her’s as his kisses grew hungrier and hungrier. 

      ”Okay?” Murmuring against the soft flesh of her mouth.

It’s the affection that she appreciates, but can she really do this? Not too long ago, not even a week has passed since he decided to take his own life, and she was already getting cozy with another man. She looked up at Victor, smiling just slightly, trying to push the thoughts and feelings of guilt to the back of her mind as she traced a finger along his jaw. 

“Just kiss me, for right now,” she whispered and leaned up to kiss him softly. 

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      He can remember when Birdy, a partner of his— for lack of better word— would, with his permission, peel back the manifolds and swan dive into the recesses of Victor’s mind with her telepathy and push back his homicidal tendencies to the rear of his brain and keep things more cerebral as opposed to visceral. He used to call it The Glow and for a time it kept Victor sharp, it can’t business good and neat and not-so-messy…
      Besides when he wanted it to be.

      “Then don’t.” Insisting, bringing their lips to another crash against one and the other’s. This one firmer than the other pecks she laid on him gently. 

Elizabeth pressed her body against his, her hands moving to the side of his face now. She never knew she could find herself liking a man like him, caring for him. The beast inside and out. She knew that there was something else there. Something she saw with the possessive nature that he had, with the way that he acted towards her—and this was something that she liked. She liked a man wanting to be possessive at times, she liked the way that it felt.

 It made her feel wanted.

She pulled back to take a breath, pressing her forehead against his as a small smile appeared on her face. 

eternallyamiable replied to your post: Elizabeth.

Darling, I’ve missed you. I really have.

I’ve missed you more. 

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“I don’t know.” She said, looking down. She began to play with the shirt he was wearing, picking at a loose thread while she tried to figure out way to say next. She didn’t know, she just knew he killed himself. It was the hardest thing for her to deal with, because she felt like it was her fault. She barely paid attention to him and that was the problem. 

She leaned down and kissed him softly. 

      If Victor was honest with himself, he didn’t care much about this Christopher fellow and maybe it was just another man out of the picture when it concerned Elizabeth. Perhaps it was just Creed being territorial again, he hadn’t known. In fact, Creed thought Christopher a coward for taking his life, unsympathetic for the late husband of his… lover?
      It always came up to him as to what to consider Elizabeth in his menagerie of acquaintances of the opposite sex. All that dwindled away to the backseat though when she kissed him— softly— pushing these thoughts aside as he responded to the kiss with another of his own that was, surprisingly, just as soft. 

This was definitely something that she could get used to, but in the back of her mind—she felt horrible. She ignored Christopher several times when it came to Victor Creed, and here she was, straddling his lap once more giving him soft kisses. What surprised her is that he returned them. The man who once kissed her roughly and fucked her the same way was being sweet.

What was she supposed to call this? It was strange, but she enjoyed every second of it.

She pulled back slowly, a finger tracing his jawline slowly before she pressed another soft kiss to his lips. 

“I’m trying to forget it.” She whispered, “Because it saddens me to think about it.” 

Alan, dear. 

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      ”Elizabeth, I…” She had seated herself on his lap and laid a kiss on his head, a sigh escaped his lips as he wrapped an arm around her, leaning against the headboard of the bed they shared together at this moment.

      “Why’d he do it?” Pushing a strand of her blonde hair behind the shell of her right ear, wanting to see her face fully. She’s so pretty, he found himself thinking. 

“I don’t know.” She said, looking down. She began to play with the shirt he was wearing, picking at a loose thread while she tried to figure out way to say next. She didn’t know, she just knew he killed himself. It was the hardest thing for her to deal with, because she felt like it was her fault. She barely paid attention to him and that was the problem. 

She leaned down and kissed him softly. 

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      There was a pause, then he’d lean back. He hadn’t known or at least he thought he hadn’t known a Christopher and if he was someone close to her, to Elizabeth, then chances are Victor would’ve wanted to rip his guts out.
      But he hadn’t said anything except, “I’m sorry t’hear that, darlin’.” He wasn’t, he didn’t care.

“You’re not.” She said with a faint smile, “But it’s okay. It means enough that you tried to apologize. Even if it wasn’t sincere.” She got up from the seat she was at and sat down on his lap, her fingers running through his hair before she leaned down and kissed his forehead. She was affectionate, simply because she couldn’t stop herself. Elizabeth was just glad he was here. 

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painandtruth:

“I can call you sweetheart all I want.” She smiled, “I’m doing better than the last few days, darling.” 

      ”An’ what— pray tell— has got my darlin’ down in th’ dumps these said last few days, hm?”

“Christopher killed himself.”