A time to relax (Character development a bit over pg13)
Oct 14, 2015 7:49:14 GMT -6
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Post by Lady Munin on Oct 14, 2015 7:49:14 GMT -6
The smell of motor oil was in the air. The scent distinctly sharp in comparison to the other smells that reached her nose on.
It was funny that she was starting to find the smell comforting, and oddly pleasant when mixed with the Autumn air.
Shifting into a more comfortable position, she continued to contemplate all the changes in her life.
There were still moments that her heart ached with the loss of what could have been with Alex.
If she didn't know better she would swear that Jericho knew when such thoughts had hooked her, as he always seemed to quickly redirect her thoughts.
Cracking her eyes open she lazily watched the her Dread King work on his motorcycle.
He did so with all the care and meticulousness that surgeon would use a patient. His muscles strained slightly under his scarred and tattooed skin, when a bolt became particularly stubborn.
Yes, stretched out on a picnic blanket in the sun, while Jericho worked on his motorcycle, was the perfect way to do nothing. She would remember this pointless activity to repeat in the future.
Jericho noticed her losing herself in thought, and smiled to himself. It pleased him to see her so relaxed more specifically to be so relaxed in his company...most weren't. Which in all honesty was fine with him, he didn't like people to begin with.
Munin was obviously different, different from anyone else he had ever had in his life. It was nice to have a relaxing influence on her. She made everything different...
For instance, working on his bike was always a pain, but with Munin there, it became much less so. He enjoyed watching her stretch out in the sun like a lazy kitten, her shirt pulling tight enough to reveal the curve of her round pale breast. It was a teasing glimpse of things to come, now that they actually had time together.
He was content to see her relax now, because while he may have been patient as the world demanded most of her attention, his wait would soon be over. When it was he planned on spending hours worshiping her body and luxuriating in her intoxicating touch. Afterwards he would have her undivided attention until Travis got home.
Munin: It's nice to have a chance to just relax. Lately it seems like I haven't had a moment to breath, between photo shoots, promotional events, training...and board meetings. It feels like we haven't spent time with each other in ages, much less time alone...
She sighed after allowing her words to trail off.
Munin: I wish it didn't feel so pointless...the time I've spent away from home that is. I've been going non stop but it feels like nothing is happening...Like it's all become stagnant.
Absently she tugged out a tuft of bright green grass that fell over the blankets edge. The soft blades were rolled between her fingers as she spoke.
Munin: Now the office monkies have restricted me from the option of retaliating against Mongrel.
The poor blade of grass was soon rolled into a bruised green clump, as her frustration grew.
Munin: If it weren't for wrapping up the question of Travis's inheritance this whole trip would feel incredibly unproductive.
Noticing the moisture from the squeezed grass on her fingertips, she calmed herself, and then flicked the grass away.
Jericho: Enjoy the moment. Worry about GZW later.
Rolling onto her back, she she looked at him with a small smile on her full lips. Her black hair with the newly dyed tips was mused and falling over her shoulders, and her light denim shirt was unbuttoned enough to gape, showing just a hint of cleavage.
Munin: Oh I am trust me...I'm enjoying the peace while it lasts.
Jericho: Good. It's a good day for winding down. It also gives me a nice view.
As he spoke he gave her a pointedly suggestive look, and smiled in typical Jericho fashion.
His look turned her small smile into a content cat that got the canary smirk. She stretched her arms above her head in a sensuously slow movement, that pulled her shirt up enough to bare her stomach.
Munin: Is it now? Well you are more than welcome to have a closer view sir...
His eyes heated and his tools were Dropped without a second thought, and quickly made his way to her side. He laid himself beside her with a grace that most would not expect from a man with his muscular build.
One calloused hand rested on Munin's bared side, and caressed her soft skin in slow deliberate motions, before slowly running his hands up her body to cuff her joined wrist above her head.
They both knew she could escape the hold at anytime, but the feel of his rough hands on her wrist still sent a small thrill through her body. Her senses heightening until her skin seem to tingle as he leaned into take possession of her mouth.
The kiss itself was a masterpiece of restraint and control, like a contained forest fire. It was fueled with an undeniable passion, and the longing for the time together that they had been denied as of late. Jericho's gentle exploration never roughened, and just before he pulled back Munin was quite certain that she may go insane.
Munin: That…
Munin cleared her throat and took a moment to catch her breath. Her cheeks heated slightly under Jericho's steady gaze.
Jericho: This is the best decision I've made in...a long time.
Munin blinked at him for a moment surprised by his sudden intensity.
He saw her sudden confusion, and realized he would have to elaborate. Releasing his gentle grip on her wrist, he drew one of her hands between them, and deliberately laced their fingers together.
Jericho: Telling you what I felt...It led to this.
It was a good reason to stop holding back, but Jericho in his usual fashion left it at that. There was no denying that he had always been better at acting on his emotions rather than talking about them.
Her smile was brilliant, as she pulled their hands to her mouth to kiss his.
Munin: Yes it was...for both of us. It still seems crazy and surreal sometimes though...like a dream. A wonderful crazy dream...as corny as it sounds. Who would have guessed we would end up here when we first met in that sword store...
Jericho: Good times. Good point, too.
Munin: You bought the katana I wanted.
A poke in the ribs was the retribution she gave for her past displeasure. No that it did much, but make him chuckle.
Jericho: Better be careful...I poke back.
Munin: Oh a threat!
Jericho: That's no threat it's a promise, and...well I purposely bought it to rile you up. Just to be clear. I discovered how fun it was to rile you up in a matter of minutes, and...how hot you are when angry.
She tried to be affronted, but couldn't muster enough righteous indignation. So instead she chuckled at her past self, and traced her fingers from his chest to behind his ear.
His smile while content was completely unrepentant, how could he have any regrets about anything while receiving her soft caresses. He nuzzled her hand like a pet with a sigh of happiness, and in a moment of clarity pushed away the nerves that have plagued him.
He was either about to do one of the bravest things he had ever done...or the stupidest.
Jericho: Munin...?
Munin: Hmmm?
Jericho: I…Do you still want want the sword?
His heart picked up as part of him tried to pull back, but fed up with being nervous, he took control of himself.
Jericho: No that's not what I was going to say...Munin.
He shifted up on to his elbow, so that he could look down at her.
Jericho: I love you.
Munin went completely still beside him with her eyes wide with shock. Her heart stuttered in her chest for a moment before it began to hammer. That was the last thing she had expected him to say.
She also hadn't expected the extreme emotions that his words triggered. It was euphoria and terror rolled into one devastating tidal wave.
When she looked into his eyes though she saw her emotions mirrored in them. Things like fear and insecurity were never seen in his eyes...he was always so sure of himself. He was just as scared as she was, but he had put it all out there...
Something in her twisted as a look of pain and resignation began to keep into his eyes. It was now or never though she had to reply or she would regret it. As crazy as their whirlwind relationship may be...she had taken crazier risks for less.
Munin: I love you too…
Relief. Sweet relief rushed over him, along with an unknown sensation. It was like coming up for air after your lungs had begun to burn. Unfamiliar as it is, it certainly felt good. Knowing this woman felt the same way elevated him...made him feel invincible. Unable to think of anything to say, he opted for a long kiss instead.
After placing a hand to the back of her head, he uses her hair to gently pull her head back, and kissed his way down her neck.
She purred at the feel of his lips on her neck, and closed her eyes giving herself up to his ministrations.
Her rare show of submission delighted him as much as it incited him.
With a mischievous grin, he sat up to remove his t-shirt, revealing a body that had been honed for most of his life to be a tool of destruction. Even in retirement his body was still kept in fighting shape.
Once his shirt was off he returned his attention to Munin whose eyes were still closed. With light fingers he traced his way over her face and down her neck to hover over her chest. Her breath quickened as she felt his hand so near she barely managed to keep herself from arching into him.
He pulled away at the last moment though, denying her the caress she was so obviously waiting, and chuckled at her frustrating growl.
Munin: Evil man…
Jericho: You love a teasing.
Her eyes opened long enough to give him a smoldering look, that earned her a peck on the lips.
Munin: Correction I love your teasing, but you like to torment me too…
Despite it was obvious that she didn't mind the teasing or his brand of torment, and he wasn't about to act remorseful anytime soon
Jericho: Guilty as charged.
He gathered Munin close to him and stood up, taking Munin with him in the process. He quickly shifted to drape her over one shoulder, and added playful slap on the behind good measure.
Her indignant gasp was music to his ears, as he said earlier she was always hot when riled.
Jericho: Where to?
Munin: I don't know, you are the one doing the walking. So I believe that makes you the one in charge.
Jericho: Well, technically, you are on top, but if it's up to me, it's up to me.
He made his way towards the house, his hands “accidently” moving up her legs caress her suggestively.
Munin: Just wait until the shoe is on the other foot mister!
Jericho: That's not a threat Nin, that's a treat.
Munin's exasperated sigh could be heard, as they made their way into the house.
Her smile turned mischievous as her hand began to trace over the many scars that littered his body. His small intake of breath at her touch on the sensitive skin made her smile widen even more.
Jericho: Munin…
The slight strain in his voice brought back the earlier confession, and she was filled with wonder once more. Jericho loved her...
Munin: Jericho I love you…
Jericho abruptly stopped and set her down on her feet.The whole thing seemed about as nerve wracking as before, but he knew it'll pass. He'd felt fear far worse than this, and this wasn't exactly fear. It was like being on a roller coaster or sky diving, it was exhilarating.
Jericho: I love you too.
Munin: Do you really? I think you should show me…
Jericho: We aren't going to make it to the bedroom…
Picking Munin back up, he let her wrap her legs around his waist, his arms supporting her as he stole her mouth for another kiss. This one lacked all the previous gentleness of the previous kiss, it was all of his emotion raw and all consuming.
He tore his mouth from hers just long enough to mumble out the word couch.
After carefully walking into the lounge, he set her down onto the couch and wasted no time in removing her top. He even snapped off a few buttons in his haste to reach her skin. Once he had thrown the ruined shirt and bra to the side he began to kiss his way down her body, starting from her neck. Munin was left to be happily devoured, and the sounds that she made due to his onslaught drove him insane.
Hours later after they had made their way to the bedroom, Jericho found himself lying in bed with Munin partially draped across his chest. She seemed content to be snuggled in lush blankets with him as a pillow, and somehow managed to look almost innocent in sleep.
Tonight felt different to him. More than ever, he enjoyed the sight and the feel of his small Lady sleeping with her head on his chest. She had brought out a side of him that no one had ever seen to this degree. Lowering his head back down to the pillow, he let himself take it all in. Fixing up his bike would have to wait.
Munin: What do you mean I can't drive my monster truck there?.....It's a monster truck I'll drive it wherever the hell I want too….
He had to shake his head and chuckle at her sleep talk. Apparently Munin couldn't behave even in her dreams...what was she planning to do with a monster truck?
It was funny that she was starting to find the smell comforting, and oddly pleasant when mixed with the Autumn air.
Shifting into a more comfortable position, she continued to contemplate all the changes in her life.
There were still moments that her heart ached with the loss of what could have been with Alex.
If she didn't know better she would swear that Jericho knew when such thoughts had hooked her, as he always seemed to quickly redirect her thoughts.
Cracking her eyes open she lazily watched the her Dread King work on his motorcycle.
He did so with all the care and meticulousness that surgeon would use a patient. His muscles strained slightly under his scarred and tattooed skin, when a bolt became particularly stubborn.
Yes, stretched out on a picnic blanket in the sun, while Jericho worked on his motorcycle, was the perfect way to do nothing. She would remember this pointless activity to repeat in the future.
Jericho noticed her losing herself in thought, and smiled to himself. It pleased him to see her so relaxed more specifically to be so relaxed in his company...most weren't. Which in all honesty was fine with him, he didn't like people to begin with.
Munin was obviously different, different from anyone else he had ever had in his life. It was nice to have a relaxing influence on her. She made everything different...
For instance, working on his bike was always a pain, but with Munin there, it became much less so. He enjoyed watching her stretch out in the sun like a lazy kitten, her shirt pulling tight enough to reveal the curve of her round pale breast. It was a teasing glimpse of things to come, now that they actually had time together.
He was content to see her relax now, because while he may have been patient as the world demanded most of her attention, his wait would soon be over. When it was he planned on spending hours worshiping her body and luxuriating in her intoxicating touch. Afterwards he would have her undivided attention until Travis got home.
Munin: It's nice to have a chance to just relax. Lately it seems like I haven't had a moment to breath, between photo shoots, promotional events, training...and board meetings. It feels like we haven't spent time with each other in ages, much less time alone...
She sighed after allowing her words to trail off.
Munin: I wish it didn't feel so pointless...the time I've spent away from home that is. I've been going non stop but it feels like nothing is happening...Like it's all become stagnant.
Absently she tugged out a tuft of bright green grass that fell over the blankets edge. The soft blades were rolled between her fingers as she spoke.
Munin: Now the office monkies have restricted me from the option of retaliating against Mongrel.
The poor blade of grass was soon rolled into a bruised green clump, as her frustration grew.
Munin: If it weren't for wrapping up the question of Travis's inheritance this whole trip would feel incredibly unproductive.
Noticing the moisture from the squeezed grass on her fingertips, she calmed herself, and then flicked the grass away.
Jericho: Enjoy the moment. Worry about GZW later.
Rolling onto her back, she she looked at him with a small smile on her full lips. Her black hair with the newly dyed tips was mused and falling over her shoulders, and her light denim shirt was unbuttoned enough to gape, showing just a hint of cleavage.
Munin: Oh I am trust me...I'm enjoying the peace while it lasts.
Jericho: Good. It's a good day for winding down. It also gives me a nice view.
As he spoke he gave her a pointedly suggestive look, and smiled in typical Jericho fashion.
His look turned her small smile into a content cat that got the canary smirk. She stretched her arms above her head in a sensuously slow movement, that pulled her shirt up enough to bare her stomach.
Munin: Is it now? Well you are more than welcome to have a closer view sir...
His eyes heated and his tools were Dropped without a second thought, and quickly made his way to her side. He laid himself beside her with a grace that most would not expect from a man with his muscular build.
One calloused hand rested on Munin's bared side, and caressed her soft skin in slow deliberate motions, before slowly running his hands up her body to cuff her joined wrist above her head.
They both knew she could escape the hold at anytime, but the feel of his rough hands on her wrist still sent a small thrill through her body. Her senses heightening until her skin seem to tingle as he leaned into take possession of her mouth.
The kiss itself was a masterpiece of restraint and control, like a contained forest fire. It was fueled with an undeniable passion, and the longing for the time together that they had been denied as of late. Jericho's gentle exploration never roughened, and just before he pulled back Munin was quite certain that she may go insane.
Munin: That…
Munin cleared her throat and took a moment to catch her breath. Her cheeks heated slightly under Jericho's steady gaze.
Jericho: This is the best decision I've made in...a long time.
Munin blinked at him for a moment surprised by his sudden intensity.
He saw her sudden confusion, and realized he would have to elaborate. Releasing his gentle grip on her wrist, he drew one of her hands between them, and deliberately laced their fingers together.
Jericho: Telling you what I felt...It led to this.
It was a good reason to stop holding back, but Jericho in his usual fashion left it at that. There was no denying that he had always been better at acting on his emotions rather than talking about them.
Her smile was brilliant, as she pulled their hands to her mouth to kiss his.
Munin: Yes it was...for both of us. It still seems crazy and surreal sometimes though...like a dream. A wonderful crazy dream...as corny as it sounds. Who would have guessed we would end up here when we first met in that sword store...
Jericho: Good times. Good point, too.
Munin: You bought the katana I wanted.
A poke in the ribs was the retribution she gave for her past displeasure. No that it did much, but make him chuckle.
Jericho: Better be careful...I poke back.
Munin: Oh a threat!
Jericho: That's no threat it's a promise, and...well I purposely bought it to rile you up. Just to be clear. I discovered how fun it was to rile you up in a matter of minutes, and...how hot you are when angry.
She tried to be affronted, but couldn't muster enough righteous indignation. So instead she chuckled at her past self, and traced her fingers from his chest to behind his ear.
His smile while content was completely unrepentant, how could he have any regrets about anything while receiving her soft caresses. He nuzzled her hand like a pet with a sigh of happiness, and in a moment of clarity pushed away the nerves that have plagued him.
He was either about to do one of the bravest things he had ever done...or the stupidest.
Jericho: Munin...?
Munin: Hmmm?
Jericho: I…Do you still want want the sword?
His heart picked up as part of him tried to pull back, but fed up with being nervous, he took control of himself.
Jericho: No that's not what I was going to say...Munin.
He shifted up on to his elbow, so that he could look down at her.
Jericho: I love you.
Munin went completely still beside him with her eyes wide with shock. Her heart stuttered in her chest for a moment before it began to hammer. That was the last thing she had expected him to say.
She also hadn't expected the extreme emotions that his words triggered. It was euphoria and terror rolled into one devastating tidal wave.
When she looked into his eyes though she saw her emotions mirrored in them. Things like fear and insecurity were never seen in his eyes...he was always so sure of himself. He was just as scared as she was, but he had put it all out there...
Something in her twisted as a look of pain and resignation began to keep into his eyes. It was now or never though she had to reply or she would regret it. As crazy as their whirlwind relationship may be...she had taken crazier risks for less.
Munin: I love you too…
Relief. Sweet relief rushed over him, along with an unknown sensation. It was like coming up for air after your lungs had begun to burn. Unfamiliar as it is, it certainly felt good. Knowing this woman felt the same way elevated him...made him feel invincible. Unable to think of anything to say, he opted for a long kiss instead.
After placing a hand to the back of her head, he uses her hair to gently pull her head back, and kissed his way down her neck.
She purred at the feel of his lips on her neck, and closed her eyes giving herself up to his ministrations.
Her rare show of submission delighted him as much as it incited him.
With a mischievous grin, he sat up to remove his t-shirt, revealing a body that had been honed for most of his life to be a tool of destruction. Even in retirement his body was still kept in fighting shape.
Once his shirt was off he returned his attention to Munin whose eyes were still closed. With light fingers he traced his way over her face and down her neck to hover over her chest. Her breath quickened as she felt his hand so near she barely managed to keep herself from arching into him.
He pulled away at the last moment though, denying her the caress she was so obviously waiting, and chuckled at her frustrating growl.
Munin: Evil man…
Jericho: You love a teasing.
Her eyes opened long enough to give him a smoldering look, that earned her a peck on the lips.
Munin: Correction I love your teasing, but you like to torment me too…
Despite it was obvious that she didn't mind the teasing or his brand of torment, and he wasn't about to act remorseful anytime soon
Jericho: Guilty as charged.
He gathered Munin close to him and stood up, taking Munin with him in the process. He quickly shifted to drape her over one shoulder, and added playful slap on the behind good measure.
Her indignant gasp was music to his ears, as he said earlier she was always hot when riled.
Jericho: Where to?
Munin: I don't know, you are the one doing the walking. So I believe that makes you the one in charge.
Jericho: Well, technically, you are on top, but if it's up to me, it's up to me.
He made his way towards the house, his hands “accidently” moving up her legs caress her suggestively.
Munin: Just wait until the shoe is on the other foot mister!
Jericho: That's not a threat Nin, that's a treat.
Munin's exasperated sigh could be heard, as they made their way into the house.
Her smile turned mischievous as her hand began to trace over the many scars that littered his body. His small intake of breath at her touch on the sensitive skin made her smile widen even more.
Jericho: Munin…
The slight strain in his voice brought back the earlier confession, and she was filled with wonder once more. Jericho loved her...
Munin: Jericho I love you…
Jericho abruptly stopped and set her down on her feet.The whole thing seemed about as nerve wracking as before, but he knew it'll pass. He'd felt fear far worse than this, and this wasn't exactly fear. It was like being on a roller coaster or sky diving, it was exhilarating.
Jericho: I love you too.
Munin: Do you really? I think you should show me…
Jericho: We aren't going to make it to the bedroom…
Picking Munin back up, he let her wrap her legs around his waist, his arms supporting her as he stole her mouth for another kiss. This one lacked all the previous gentleness of the previous kiss, it was all of his emotion raw and all consuming.
He tore his mouth from hers just long enough to mumble out the word couch.
After carefully walking into the lounge, he set her down onto the couch and wasted no time in removing her top. He even snapped off a few buttons in his haste to reach her skin. Once he had thrown the ruined shirt and bra to the side he began to kiss his way down her body, starting from her neck. Munin was left to be happily devoured, and the sounds that she made due to his onslaught drove him insane.
Hours later after they had made their way to the bedroom, Jericho found himself lying in bed with Munin partially draped across his chest. She seemed content to be snuggled in lush blankets with him as a pillow, and somehow managed to look almost innocent in sleep.
Tonight felt different to him. More than ever, he enjoyed the sight and the feel of his small Lady sleeping with her head on his chest. She had brought out a side of him that no one had ever seen to this degree. Lowering his head back down to the pillow, he let himself take it all in. Fixing up his bike would have to wait.
Munin: What do you mean I can't drive my monster truck there?.....It's a monster truck I'll drive it wherever the hell I want too….
He had to shake his head and chuckle at her sleep talk. Apparently Munin couldn't behave even in her dreams...what was she planning to do with a monster truck?
