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sameformeFuck South Dakota.
And fuck Gordon for dragging her here. She was done with all of this, she's been done with it for years. More than years. A fucking lifetime.
Diane drains the last of the vodka from the glass and waits for the bartender to fill it up again. She's been hard at it since she woke up this morning, but it's not like there's much else for her to be doing while the others are up to god knows what and she's left in this shitty hotel staring at cowboy kitsch and waiting to be needed again.
She sighs heavily and takes a sip from her newly topped up glass, tapping her fingernails along the rim.
Sleep hasn't exactly been easy to come by since Gordon and Albert dragged her along on this fucked up field trip. Not since she saw...him. Her brain recoils from the memory and she feels the nauseatingly familiar ice in her veins. All she wants to do is go home and forget it all, but part of her knows how unlikely it is that that will ever happen. That tiny, annoying part of her that never lets her completely delude herself no matter how hard she tries to drown it.
Finishing her drink again, she pushes the glass away and stands up for the first time in what feels like hours. She sways just a bit on her feet and realizes she's probably been at this for longer than she thought.
Checking her phone she sees it. 2:53.
"Jesus," she says under her breath. Definitely longer than she thought. Time for a little fresh air.
She nods at the bartender and grabs her purse, making her way to the bar exit that leads directly out onto the street. She's in absolutely no mood to be dealing with the hotel lobby and the possibility she might run into one of her FBI keepers.
Pushing the door open, she stumbles slightly on the small step down to the sidewalk and drops her pack of cigarettes. When she looks down to retrieve them she sees...sand?
It crunches under her feet as she turns around to find the bar gone. The hotel gone. Her breath comes hard and fast and she begins to shake uncontrollably, her knuckles gone white from her grip on her purse.
"No." She shakes her head and backs away from the spot where the door she'd just exited should have been. "No fucking way. No. Not again. I'm not doing this again."
Diane squeezes her eyes shut and tries to clear her head but it's like all the alarms in the world are going off at once and it would be impossible to think past the noise even if she wasn't completely losing her shit. Even if she was a lot more sober.
With a sob she drops down like her strings have been cut, ass landing hard in the sand next to the cigarettes she'd momentarily forgotten about. She taps one into her violently shaking hand and it takes a few tries before she can manage to get the lighter working, but the first drag helps. Mildly. So she just sits there, smoking, staring out into nothing because what the hell else was she supposed to do. Because she should have known this was how it would end the minute they showed up in her fucking living room asking her to remember all the things she'd never wanted to remember and pulling her right back into all their bullshit. She should have said she wouldn't go. She should have done a lot of things.
"Fuck."
And fuck Gordon for dragging her here. She was done with all of this, she's been done with it for years. More than years. A fucking lifetime.
Diane drains the last of the vodka from the glass and waits for the bartender to fill it up again. She's been hard at it since she woke up this morning, but it's not like there's much else for her to be doing while the others are up to god knows what and she's left in this shitty hotel staring at cowboy kitsch and waiting to be needed again.
She sighs heavily and takes a sip from her newly topped up glass, tapping her fingernails along the rim.
Sleep hasn't exactly been easy to come by since Gordon and Albert dragged her along on this fucked up field trip. Not since she saw...him. Her brain recoils from the memory and she feels the nauseatingly familiar ice in her veins. All she wants to do is go home and forget it all, but part of her knows how unlikely it is that that will ever happen. That tiny, annoying part of her that never lets her completely delude herself no matter how hard she tries to drown it.
Finishing her drink again, she pushes the glass away and stands up for the first time in what feels like hours. She sways just a bit on her feet and realizes she's probably been at this for longer than she thought.
Checking her phone she sees it. 2:53.
"Jesus," she says under her breath. Definitely longer than she thought. Time for a little fresh air.
She nods at the bartender and grabs her purse, making her way to the bar exit that leads directly out onto the street. She's in absolutely no mood to be dealing with the hotel lobby and the possibility she might run into one of her FBI keepers.
Pushing the door open, she stumbles slightly on the small step down to the sidewalk and drops her pack of cigarettes. When she looks down to retrieve them she sees...sand?
It crunches under her feet as she turns around to find the bar gone. The hotel gone. Her breath comes hard and fast and she begins to shake uncontrollably, her knuckles gone white from her grip on her purse.
"No." She shakes her head and backs away from the spot where the door she'd just exited should have been. "No fucking way. No. Not again. I'm not doing this again."
Diane squeezes her eyes shut and tries to clear her head but it's like all the alarms in the world are going off at once and it would be impossible to think past the noise even if she wasn't completely losing her shit. Even if she was a lot more sober.
With a sob she drops down like her strings have been cut, ass landing hard in the sand next to the cigarettes she'd momentarily forgotten about. She taps one into her violently shaking hand and it takes a few tries before she can manage to get the lighter working, but the first drag helps. Mildly. So she just sits there, smoking, staring out into nothing because what the hell else was she supposed to do. Because she should have known this was how it would end the minute they showed up in her fucking living room asking her to remember all the things she'd never wanted to remember and pulling her right back into all their bullshit. She should have said she wouldn't go. She should have done a lot of things.
"Fuck."
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Date: 2018-03-06 08:53 pm (UTC)They manage to find a rhythm easily and she lets her body take over, concentrating instead on the way his muscles feel under hers hands. The way he smells. The way power of him. It's god damn delicious.
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Date: 2018-03-06 10:06 pm (UTC)At first Roland moved with slow precision, taking his time as he learned her body. Her nails and the squeeze of her legs spurred him on and he grew eager to take. A hand gripped her shoulder and the other found her hair again and he held on. His knees found purchase on the rough sheets and he began to drive into her, grunting roughly with the force of it.
It was pure lust. Greed seeking bliss. Of course he wanted to make sure she found pleasure, but as sweat prickled and a tightness coiled in his groin, Roland found he was in this for himself.
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Date: 2018-03-06 10:18 pm (UTC)So she urges him on as best she can, cooing in his ear, angling her hips to let him fuck her harder. Faster. Letting him take her the way he wants to.
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Date: 2018-03-06 10:41 pm (UTC)Roland growled savagely and thrust faster, fucking her hard as he liked simply because he could. Everything about how she moved, everything she said made it clear he could do as he pleased. Oh, and he pleased. Faster, harder, all powerful muscles and hot mouth tracking her neck and shoulders only to find her mouth once again. He drove his tongue in to explore every corner of her mouth. He swallowed every sound she made, consuming everything she would willingly give up.
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Date: 2018-03-06 10:58 pm (UTC)Or maybe it's just real enough because he's licking her skin and he's kissing her like her wants to crawl down inside of her and before she even realizes what's happening she's coming again. Fast and immediate and it makes her dig her nails into the hard muscles of his shoulders as he fucks her through it.
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Date: 2018-03-06 11:10 pm (UTC)Her cunt gripped him and fluttered around the length of him and it was the final straw. His pace grew erratic as he fucked into her harder, sharper, again, once more, and then his back arched and he pulled up from her and barked out a sharp cry as he filled her. He pulsed his release and shuddered as he finished.
Roland sank onto her, giving her lazy kisses as his pleasure began to ebb. Before he could collapse entirely he withdrew and fell to the side, but only to gather her up and hold her close.
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Date: 2018-03-06 11:25 pm (UTC)Hand on his chest, she starts to make lazy patterns with her fingertips. The kind of unconscious thing you do when you feel comfortable enough to keep touching someone after the sex is over. She's a bit surprised to find herself doing it with him given that they literally just met, but whatever. It's not any stranger than anything else that's happened. "We might be trapped in hell, but at least the sex is great."
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Date: 2018-03-06 11:39 pm (UTC)"I've had sex in hell. It was nothing like this," Roland replied, thinking of the dark she-demon who had used him is the standing stones, who had given birth to Mordred the Doomed. She had taken his seed and left him cold. So cold he'd feared he'd never be warm again. Ka had a different plan for him, though.
"Perhaps not paradise, but all the better for the company," he added.
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Date: 2018-03-06 11:49 pm (UTC)"That's fucking crazy, you know that, right?" She doesn't mean it to be cruel, it's just a statement of fact. "Lucky you're gorgeous, so I'm not gonna kick you out of bed."
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Date: 2018-03-06 11:56 pm (UTC)"Mayhap it is," he agreed, a hint of a smile warming his voice and his eyes, though it did nothing to reshape the line of his mouth. "And I thankee for not kicking me out. The bed is fine, and to lay with you is good. Tis a good thing we met."
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Date: 2018-03-07 12:00 am (UTC)She sighs heavily and gives him a quick kiss before sitting up and looking around for where she dropped her stuff. "I really need a cigarette."