Run with Wild Horses (Kazan)

[KAZAN]

Kazan

Live, fight,
Crawl back inside,
Sick, blind,
Love left behind...

.xXx.

[/color]The man didn’t have to look at Roxi, in order to know she was smiling at his comment about her not needing to make a speech about asking him for help. His smirk was small, forcibly subdued, and in all honesty, more mocking then amused. But, it wasn’t as if Kazan could help it; it was, in every way, his survival mechanism. He couldn’t ever show too much pleasure, too much enjoyment, for, if he stopped intimidating someone for one second, he would come across as weak. And, what happened to weak men? The man’s eyes darkened at the thought, smouldering deep, chocolate brown. Death. Everyone knew that it was the weak men that died, the pathetic, sad men that suffered. They didn’t make names for themselves, didn’t possess power.

Kazan’s smirk fell from his features just as quickly as it had come, with the reminder that he was getting far too comfortable around this girl.

She was still a threat; someone that could make him feel vulnerable.

His thoughts drifted back towards the woman standing quietly beside him as she let out a loud, somewhat irritated sounding sigh, slight amusement gnawing at the man with the action. He could feel her eyes on him, and once again ignored it, focusing his eyes on the soaked shirt he rubbed between his palms. She seemed somewhat like him in the fact she had a good amount of pride, but if Roxi intended to be around Kazan, especially with the fantastic first impressions they got, well, she better understand he would relish in knocking her down a few notches. “Alright alright... Would you be so kind and help me with the horses?” The tone of her voice was drawn out and somewhat sarcastic, causing the man quite a bit of discreet satisfaction. Good, she deserved to be irritated. Kazan paused, amusement clear within his darkened eyes, before resting his elbow on his knee, and turning his head to look up at her. He let his eyes run over her expression momentarily, before letting out a small sigh, pretending to be thinking.

“We’ll see.”

Was all the man said, knowing well his undecided answer would surely irritate her beyond belief, before turning back towards her shirt, only to start washing it once again. He couldn’t help but to be somewhat amused by their conversation, and tried to convince himself of this fact, as he continued washing the garment, the blood lifting from the pale fabric slowly. It was nothing like the animal skin Kazan was used to; blood usually wiped off very, very easily. No, it was a very odd fabric, indeed. The man’s thought process was cut off as the two began speaking out horses, and he made somewhat of a joke, though it wouldn’t be considered a very funny one to most of the other stragglers. It was harsh, but the truth. Or, so Kazan figured. He cast a glance up towards her expression once she didn’t answer, letting another tiny smirk lips onto his lips as he observed her shocked facial features. Did she not expect him to say such things? The man shrugged off the thought as he hoisted himself into a standing position and turned, holding out the clean, dampened shirt to Roxi, having already rung it out. She tucked it into her back pocket once again, somewhat that Kazan found somewhat odd, though decided not to question, before stepping closer to him, causing him to tense very visibly.


The young man spoke carefully, his words low, deep; hushed. He didn’t bother to move away from her though, her tantalizing closeness causing the man to advert his eyes momentarily, only before forcing his gaze towards her once again, as she spoke. “I’m aware of the risks.” Fuck. Kazan’s jaw flexed with the words, his desires and rationality battling within the back of his mind. He knew what she wanted, and trust me, he knew what he wanted. Then, why was he holding himself back? The man’s lips parted, just slightly, as his gaze trailed down from her eyes to her lips, a great sigh leaving his thick chest. Silence hung in the air for a good few moments, as he considered making her his, right then and there. Would she try to stay with him, then? Try and claim him as her own? Kazan thought briefly about changing the subject, possibly to the fact he doubted she’d eaten, or the fact she had no shelter to sleep in. Though, in the end, he gave up, knowing well his desires would win by a long stretch. His jaw still firmly flexed, Kazan leaned forwards, so much so that his lips brushed lightly against Roxi’s ear, a hand snaking around her exposed waist, rough fingers gentle, though only for the time being. He spoke carefully, quietly, sure to make her understand. If he was going to kiss her, there was no way he would stop there. No way he could stop there.

“I hope you understand what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

He said quietly, inhaling her soft, feminine scent as he did so. He dipped his head to kiss lightly, softly along her neck, all the while discreetly beginning to back her towards the nearest tree, his actions daring her, just daring her, to try and stop him. He was being gentle and careful, now. However, once she said yes, granting herself to him for the time being? That would change entirely.

Show me where it hurts,
And I’ll make it worse.
Are you holding on?
Keep holding on.

[/i]

Words: 941
Muse: Meh
Notes: SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG. Lmfao, he couldn't take it any longer. :B And I hope this is enough to respond to?[/size][/blockquote]

[ROXI REESE]

His response to her asking for his help with the horses was enough to make her scream out loud in frustration but she knew that would only give him even more satisfaction than he probably already was getting so she held it in and simply locked her jaw with irritation though an amused smile was still clear on her face as she glared at his muscular back while he finished working on her shirt. When he did finished and handed it back to her, she was rather impressed at how clean he was able to get it without the help of any soap or other cleaners she was use to. Putting the shirt partially in her pocket so that it could dry before she put it back on again.

As they stood face to face, only a small space separating their bodies from one another, she could feel her heart beating a mile a minute and she took deep breaths to help slow it down a bit as her light brown eyes remained locked on his darker brown eyes. A sense of mystery and danger seemed to be shining in them and she wasn't sure if she should be terrified or excited. She almost felt like prey that was in a trance as they stared into the eyes of the predator hunting them.

At first she wasn't sure if she had done the right thing but pushing herself onto him in a way since he didn't seem to be reacting in the way she had thought he would but then when his gaze shifted from her eyes to her lips, she felt the corners of her mouth tug up into a small smile though she tried to keep it hidden as best she could until she was sure of what his reaction to her advances would be. A long pause hung in the air between them and she felt doubt start to creep up inside her as he didn't move at all. Her gaze shifted to look at his chest for a moment, not wanting to meet his eyes if he was going to reject her which seemed to be what was going to happen.

Just as she was about to give up hope and backing away from him to give him his space, he leaned towards her, his lips brushing against her ear and she froze for a moment, a bit surprised that he was making a move after all. Especially since she had been preparing herself for rejection just moments earlier. As he leaned towards her, his hand wrapped around her bare waist, gently holding onto her and she felt her temperature begin to rise a bit at his touch. When his whispered words reached her ear, his warm breath against her skin gave her goose bumps but she held back the shiver that wanted to raise down her spine.

As his words registered in her brain, she parted her lips as she prepared to speak her reply but the soft kiss he placed on her neck made her catch her breath in her throat and she had to take a minute to pull her thoughts back together before she was finally able to speak.

"I do." she replied simply, her voice filled with as much firmness and determination as she could muster. As soon as she spoke, she tilted her head back a bit as his lips continued to trace kisses along her neck, his warm breath following each one. She was barely aware of the fact that she was walking backwards until she felt the thick trunk of a tree press firmly against her bare back. As he continued to caress her neck, her hands pressed against his muscular chest, her lips parting a bit more as she leaned her head against the tree trunk as well, waiting for him to make the next move.

[KAZAN]

Kazan


Live, fight,
Crawl back inside,
Sick, blind,
Love left behind...

[/i]


.xXx. [/color]It had been so long, since Kazan had engaged in any sort of physical contact with a woman. Far, far too long, to be able to control himself, should a chance such as this arise. So, it only made sense that contact and closeness was all he could think about while the two stood mere inches away from the other, the man’s dark, charcoal eyes burning into her lighter ones without mercy. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, and at the thought of what could come so easily to him should he make a move, liquid adrenaline shot through his veins, causing his jaw to tense sporadically once again in desperate attempt to restrain himself. If he thought along such dangerous lines he would certainly lose complete and utter control of himself. But, was it truthfully a bad thing to want to be able to feel? To want to relax, for once, and let himself be vulnerable? Kazan adverted his eyes momentarily, unsure of the entire situation. She was a newcomer, around here; an outcast. Hell, she was on tribe lands. That was bad enough as it was, but instead of escorting her out, Kazan was now, on top of everything, considering staying with her for the night. His brow furrowed in indecision.

How was he supposed to choose?

The man looked back towards Roxi, somewhat hesitantly, desperately trying to fight against what every fibre of his being so desperately wanted. His gaze flitted from her eyes to her lips, just momentarily, a sign of his faltering strength and control. And, as soon as his gaze returned back towards the woman’s eyes, her lips curved into a small smile, however tiny it was. Kazan knew very well that she knew he was weakening, and would, with his luck, take advantage of the fact. She was taunting him, with that little flirtatious smile of hers. Testing him. It wasn’t but a moment later that Kazan chose to succumb to his desires, and leaned forwards, grazing his cheekbone lightly against hers before speaking, his voice hushed, though still very masculine and deep. His hand snaked lightly around the skin of her exposed waist, his fingers tingling with the new contact, all before he dipped his head to splay a delicate line of kisses down her neck in attempt to make sure he was in the clear. She needed to say yes. Why? Because, quite frankly, Kazan feared he may not be able to stop if she said no.

She didn’t say no.

“I do.” It took her a moment to gather her thoughts enough to speak, a good sign in Kazan’s books, before she tilted her head back, giving him more access to the soft skin surrounding her neck. However, the moment she granted herself to him, Kazan’s entire air changed rather dramatically. His movements went from a false gentleness to intense and hungry, his kisses turning into light nips, his grip on her waist tightening, pulling her demandingly into his muscular frame. Her back pressed up against the smooth bark of the tree after a good moment and Kazan pressed up against her, thought not hard enough to cause her any discomfort. He needed to be skin to skin, needed to be closer. He thought momentarily about actually kissing her, despite his usual dislike of kissing a woman on the lips. He felt it was too passionate, too... intimate. For Kazan, sex was only that. There would be no butterflies, no blushing. It was just physical. And see, when a man kissed a girl, the girl tended to remember it. She tended to get excited, and think it meant more than it did. The man’s brow furrowed as he mixed to brush his lips along her collar bone, unsure of what to do. Then, all at once, he decided to throw his usual views out the window. Why shouldn’t he kiss her? With the thought, the man pulled his lips from her collar bone and pressed them forcefully to her own, though once again, not too harshly as to cause her pain.

Her move.

Show me where it hurts,
And I’ll make it worse.
Are you holding on?
Keep holding on.

Words: 715
Muse: Meh
Notes: Sorry it fails. D;[/blockquote][/size]

[ROXI REESE]

It seemed like decades for him to actually do something. Though it seemed more like he was waiting for her permission before doing anything else. She did respect him a bit more for that, the fact that he wanted her to know what she was getting into. But of course she wouldn't have come this far if she wasn't planning on doing what she was pushing him for. Her eyes watched him and she could tell that he was doubting himself, his control, his strength almost. But she could also tell how badly he seemed to want it. And that was enough to refill the hope that had once again started to slip away thanks to the fact that he was taking so long. Any other guy she had been with hadn't thought twice about getting in her pants. Half the time they didn't even ask her if she was sure or not, they just went for it if she showed any indication she was interested. Kazan was different and she felt her own hunger for his touch growing with each passing moment.

When her words escaped her lips, he seemed much more eager than before and she felt relief and her own desires rising with his more intense and demanding motions. His hands clung to her, pulling her mostly bare body against his bare chest and his mouth continued to play along her neck, giving her goose bumps as his soft kisses shifted into soft nips. He seemed to almost pause for a moment as if he were contemplating something and she looked into his eyes once more as he looked at her as well. But before she could try to read the dark shadows of his mysteriously handsome eyes, his lips were pressed firmly against hers and her heart skipped a beat. Standing up on her tip toes so she was a bit taller than her normally short size, her lips moved against his with the same hunger and desire that he seemed to have.

Reaching her hands up, her fingers ran through his hair, pulling him into her even more, if that was even possible. All she knew was that she wanted him and there wasn't anything else that could satisfy this new craving that she had for him. Her eyes remained closed as she continued to kiss him, her back arching away from the tree so she was pressed against his muscular chest even more.

[KAZAN]

Kazan


Live,
fight,
Crawl back inside,
Sick, blind,
Love left behind...

[/i]


.xXx. [/color] It wasn’t any sort of fear or concern in which was causing Kazan’s delay of lustful action, for what seemed to be centuries, but rather, indecision. He just stood, stalk still, his expression absolutely and utterly unmoving, entire body rigid and stiff, as if he were uncomfortable. His eyes, deviously surveying her expression, were darkened with the temptation of such lustful desires, flitting from her eyes to her lips, only before stealing a discreet glance down the length of her slender, pale body. He wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do, to take her for the night, but he knew it was sure as hell what he wanted to do. Would it be taking advantage of her, though? The man’s forehead twitched, though before it was able to crease into a frown, Kazan caught himself, and wiped away the emotion without another thought. He shouldn’t care, anyhow. He didn’t need to be nice to anyone, didn’t need to care if this woman was hurt by his actions. If she felt used, that was her problem; she shouldn’t blame Kazan.


It was around this time, that the man finally decided to lean into Roxi, letting his cheekbone graze against her own as he murmured to her; his words gentle, yet firm. He pushed all negative thoughts of succumbing to his desires from his head as he did so, and tilted his head to place a soft kiss on her neck, enjoying the reaction he got out of her for such a simple action. She seemed more then eager to oblige, and after Kazan warned her of what she was getting into, of the fact he wouldn’t be able to stop until he got what his body so desperately craved, he was rather surprised once she agreed, and wasted no time to let himself grow hungry. That was really the only word to describe it after all, this sudden, powerful intensity that consumed him as soon as she granted herself as his. His kisses turned into famished nips, his hands tightening around her tiny frame as he pressed his body against hers, relishing in the feel of skin against skin.


It didn’t take long, for her back to come into contact with the bark of the sturdy tree behind her, and Kazan took the chance to press further against her as she leaned her neck back, in order to give him more excess to the soft, vulnerable skin that had previously been blocked from his range. And, trust me, he took use of such an improvement, kissing and nipping along the contours of her neck, up to her jaw, only before heading back down once again. It was as he did this that the man paused, just momentarily, a single, daunting little thought lingering within the front of a mind. Sex without kissing was hardly normal, however Kazan liked to keep the action to a minimum, fearing that otherwise, the woman may get far too attached. Kissing was something beautiful, magical, and it downright pissed the fuck out of Kazan. He wanted to kiss her, but would it confuse her? Would she think he was looking for a commitment? With a stifled little growl, the man tore his lips from Roxi’s neck, before kissing her rather suddenly, his hunger and desperate need for satisfaction being poured out with the action. Their lips moved in unison, and as they kissed Kazan nearly smiled, as he greatly appreciated this fact. She was a good kisser, that much he would certainly admit.


As the two kissed the man was vitally aware of the fact she was running his hands through his hair, pulling him closer, her raging need seeming almost as intense and strong as his own. Her exposed midsection brushed against Kazan’s chest, causing heat to race across his bared skin, before the man let his hands beginning to creep down her sides, unsure of the fact he could contain himself for much longer. His fingertips brushed against the waistband of her shorts, just lightly in order to tease her, before beginning to attempt to push them down, all the while keeping focused on kissing the woman before him. Would she fight against him, or go along as planned? Kazan could only hope for the best.

Show me where it hurts,
And I’ll make it worse.
Are you holding on?
Keep holding on.

Words: 744
Muse: Bleh, terrible
Notes: Sorry this sucks. D: I wanted to pump out a post for you, 'cause it's been so long. [/size] [/blockquote]

[ROXI REESE]

Roxi found that she was much too grateful when his motions became less gentle and soft, barely there. When his lips softly trailed along her neck, her eyes were closed and the softness made her think that she was imagining it all. Her breath caught in her throat when his need seemed to become much more urgent and his hands pulled her into his muscular frame while his lips remained on her neck for a moment longer before he surprising lifted his head and pressed his lips firmly against her own. A smile lifted the corners of her mouth as she kissed him back, her eyes closed once more as she let her other senses take over, enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against hers. Her hands remained behind his head, her fingers still playing through his hair as their lips moved against each others. Nothing could have been better at that moment. Well maybe one thing could have been better. . .

Not letting the thought enter her head fully, she kept her attention on him, his hands beginning to make their way down her sides which almost sent another shiver running up her back. When his hands reached the waist band of her cut off shorts, she smiled against his lips once more and felt him tease her a bit, running a finger along the top of the fabric and tickling her soft skin. After a moment, he went onward and began to slip them off of her. She helped him along, sliding them down to her ankles before she hooked them onto her foot and tossed them aside, her lips never leaving his. All that remained of her clothing was her swim suit bottoms and bikini top. Her long dark hair hung down her back which was still pressed against the tree.

Now that she was free of her shorts, she stepped up onto some of the exposed roots that were near her feet, making her closer to his height than she was before. Pulling him against her once more, her lips didn't leave his for a single moment as their kiss continued to become more intense and filled with even more desire and lust than before. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she arched her back into him once more, wanting to feel his bare skin against hers.

She had to admit that she was rather surprised that they were taking things as slow as they were. Especially after he had shifted so quickly from being soft and gentle to being hungry and lustful, she had figured things would have moved pretty fast after that. But she had to admit she was grateful it wasn't going that fast. She wanted to remember this. She didn't want it to be over as quickly as it had started. But that would be more up to him than her. Roxi pulled him against her some more, her back pressed against the smooth bark of the tree and his bare, muscular chest pressed against her own chest and bare stomach.