Completed The Streets Hit Back (Black)

[Jadlin Hayes]

Jad's thoughts were going in all directions at once. Even though they all stemmed from a single source, they traveled down a variety of pathways, every one of them ending with the goal of having this rain soaked beauty in his arms. On the one hand, he was fairly drunk and feeling clever and daring. On the other hand, he knew he was drunk and was worried he'd make a fool of himself by doing something he thought was clever and daring. He knew that, among sailors, out-drinking your fellows was a point of pride, and while he couldn't claim to have out-drank any of his shipmates just now, he'd made a decent showing. 'But what did Black think of it?' Was she impressed by his rough-and-tumble display of keeping up with the men? Did the word "man" even cross her mind as she walked beside him? Or did she think him a drunken oaf she now had to escort home? She'd spent a good portion of the day with him, but part of that had been stealing his pouch and facing him down at the General Store. He felt they'd come to a friendly enough common ground, but would he be pushing it if he assumed she was interested in anything more from him? He was just a kid! He knew it! If he was a man, he'd already have taken her in his arms. Then again, how old was she? He began to turn to ask, but almost gasped at the realization of what a massive gaffe that would have been. A bit of a mis-breath at the near gasp caused him to choke and cough for a second. He stammered something about a bug caught in his throat, realizing too late that there were not likely to be bugs flying in this rain. He actually found some optimism at the fact that she did not point this out. But maybe it was only because she could see what a bumbler he was and didn't want to crush him. His hopes envisioned smooth, practiced steps to bring himself suddenly in front of her, letting her gently walk into his subtle embrace. Her face turning up to his as he gently stroked a hair from her brow, guiding his fingertips down the nape of her neck, as she shivered deliciously, her lips parting, her tongue quickly moistening them, her eyes closing in anticipa- He tripped on a loose paving stone and nearly fell on his face. Worse yet, SHE grabbed him to keep him from falling. 'Gods, I'm pathetic!' he moaned inwardly. Now he was doubly shamed, by thinking he could handle his drink, when it clearly didn't impress her, and now by obviously having overestimated his capacity. At least he wasn't so far gone to be sick. He almost started blubbering a wallowing apology for his condition, but managed to curb that. She, at least, was still smiling. 'Probably laughing at me...' he grumbled to himself. 'No...there's no reason to think that...I showed her a good time...didn't I?' He turned to her, "You had a good time didn't you?" he stopped when he realized she had just spoken also. Something about the 'coast being clear'...and...'Home Free.' ...Then she slipped her arm around him... Everything changed. He suddenly FELT home free. He slipped his arm around her and pulled her close. He put his other arm around her and hugged her. Not too tightly. He laughed, "You know, the rain is wonderful, but I thought I felt you shiver just now, what say we go inside and warm up just a bit?" He locked eyes with her. Gods, her eyelashes were gloriously long, lining those deep brown pools like exotic feathery petals. "Maybe I can still get you out of those wet clothes." he laughed and winked, as if he was just making a joke about his earlier clumsiness. For a moment they just looked at each other.

[Black Onyx]

Black hadn't really been bothered by the fact that the man beside her was drunk, perhaps he had felt the need to prove something, what? She would probably never know. It had been a night that she would probably never forget and watching the black haired man beside her as he interacted with the other men within the bar, had been something to watch, enjoy and admire. Not just anyone could have started the conversation flowing like it had tonight in the bar. For whenever she had been in there, it was mostly just filled with fights between men to prove who was the strongest and a grumpy bar owner. Jadlin had seemed to harness the men's attention around him to bring them together in insulting fun and jokes.

She only then realized that Jadlin had indeed asked her whether she had a good time, after she had said that the path to the 'the Grotto' was clear. He wanted to know whether she had a good time? It was probably the only time that she had found that she could relax without fearing that someone was about to come around the corner in order to finish what they hadn't completed two years ago. In a way, she guessed she could say that the man beside her had simply made her feel all of the things that she never thought she could feel ,especially not within the presence of another person. A sense of freedom, a feeling of being safe.

The young woman felt his own arm slip around her form with a little more confidence than he had displayed before, which had amused her at the time when he seemed to choke and blame it upon a bug that was most definitely not around. Any bugs that had been present before the rain, would most certainly have disappeared by now. She then felt his other arm slide around her form to bring her close into his own form, her free hand pressing against his chest. The warmth of his form was faint, due to the fact that the rain soaked both of them, but she found herself leaning into him, pressing closer to him and she felt his laughter rumble from within his chest against her hand, a chuckle reaching her own lips as she listened to his words. "You know, the rain is wonderful, but I thought I felt you shiver just now, what say we go inside and warm up just a bit?"

As those deep muddy pools of his locked with her own gaze, she felt that she could stand there forever in the rain and not give a damn that she was soaked to the bone. For she was standing within this male's arms, the arms that was so sure of themselves and his eyes had just captured and held her there and she just didn't care, for she was where she felt like she should be. "Maybe I can still get you out of those wet clothes." he laughed and winked, another chuckle rose to her lips once again, except this time, her tongue darted out to slide along her bottom lip, gathering up the rain drops that had fallen there. A smirk then slipped onto her lips, "I would like to go inside to warm up with you, however..." She paused within her words as her free hand then clenched at the front of his soaked outfit and she rose up onto her toes so then she could whisper into his ear. "I'll only, get out of these clothes if you are game enough to get out of your own."

She pulled back a little as crimson red stained her pale cheeks, her brown hues studying his facial features for a moment. The young woman had been making sure that there was no emotion such as rejection dwelling within those rich brown eyes at that moment before her tongue darted out once more as she anticipated her next movements. Black then leaned forwards and rose onto her toes once again so then she could press her soft lips to his own. It was then, at that point, that everything seemed to just disappear into a far off background, the rain that fell around them no longer mattered. All that mattered was the tight grip that she had upon his shirt, his arms that held her within his grasp and the press of her lips against his own.
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[Jadlin Hayes]

Jad was not even aware of his instinctive intake of breath as Black put her hand to his chest. His excited optimism rose as her look and demeanor seemed to indicate an eagerness matching his own. Her own throaty chuckle was pure innuendo as she pulled herself up by his shirt collar. For a moment, her "...however..." appeared to be the precursor for a request to exercise some restraint, and he was on the verge of a disappointed sigh, when she suddenly turned to whisper her own willingness into his ear, in the form of a very easily accomplished challenge. Jad's arms eased her back around, their eyes locked on each other, sparkling with the promise of passion. His arms pulled her closer of their own accord. Jad had never felt anything like this before. The cult he'd been born into had provided girls from time to time, and he had enjoyed them well enough. But they were always dull and uninspired, drugged or hypnotized, and left him with no sense of that they cared if they ever saw him again, or would even remember him the next day. Their emotionless offerings of themselves left him feeling pretty much the same toward them. But Black...he was entranced by the depth of her gaze upon him. He felt like the most important person on Mizahar, a sense he found himself wanting very much to give back to her. Every new height of feeling he felt seemed to reflect back from her, as if she was absorbing it and reflecting it back to envelope him and empower him. It was not just her eyes, it was her stance, her almost desperate press against him, She seemed to draw his arms into an ever closer embrace. Her face, aglow with eagerness and promise, the gorgeous contours of her face, her cheekbones, her slightly trembling chin, the tongue, wetting her lips...her lips... He wasn't sure what it was or when it happened, but the world twirled and he staggered, finding himself lost in her lips. Smooth, rich, deep, soft and red, any pause was ardently embellished by shuddering gasps as those lips sat poised before him, foremost in a face transfixed by dreamy passion. He fell against them again, hers parting in wider accommodating surrender as he felt as if he must have her, all of her, now. The world vanishing in a haze of desire. He took her face in both hands, brushing her lips tantalizingly with his as he stroked his hands back through her hair to cup the back of her head. His fingertips slowly teased the nape of her neck as his thumbs found her ears. He pressed his lips to hers again as he ran his hands down to her shoulders, easing her arms back, away from where they had been wrapped around his shoulders and neck. Then he coaxed the collar of her cloak over them to expose her shoulders. She seemed inflamed by this gentle pinning back of her arms as he kissed her left ear and started a path of kisses down her neck. He paused at her shoulder long enough to hear her soft moan as he began again, stitching her bare collar with kisses and working his way across her chest, her moans egging him on. His own longing was becoming fully evident in the rain soaked clothes, and when she sandwiched it between her thigh and his own, it was his turn to shudder and gasp. He rose suddenly, closed her cloak, swung his arm down behind her knees and lifted her to carry her into the World's End Grotto. Black's eyes were smoky with heat, and the clerk bit her lip with appreciation for their mood as Jad stormed past to throw his door open and fall in a controlled arc onto the bed. His clothes somehow loosening in the process.

[Black Onyx]

When Black had departed early that morning, she never thought that her day would end up standing in the rain with her lips pressed against another set of lips owned by a man that she was completely captivated by. Ever since he had tracked her down to the store, it was as if he had stolen the center of her universe and placed himself in the middle of it. Now her arms had slid around his neck and shoulders and she was just lost in the taste of him upon her soft lips. If she wasn't drunk before, she mostly certainly was now as she felt her heart race pick up, whether it was from anticipation as their lips met, or the anticipation of what was to follow, she couldn't decipher. However, she didn't care much for thinking in the present point of time, she only wanted to feel, to get lost as she drew in this man's intoxicating scent. A scent that she was likely to never forget.

It was then that both of those calloused hands took a hold of her face on either side of her head, his lips falling, brushing against her own again in another tantalizing kiss as she felt his hands work, stroke their way back through her black locks to cup the back of her head, a moan balancing upon the tip of her tongue. The fingers of her hands gently running through the male's own dark, silken locks. Her body spoke of its own surrender to this male as it pressed closer to him, a fire burned deep within her that only he could quell, that only he could master. These skillful fingers teased along the sides of her neck and a shiver traveled down her form as his lips found her own once again. Those hands continued their journey, running their way down to her shoulders and easing her arms from their hold around his neck and shoulders, her arms being pinned back by him. She feared that if she let go, that she would fall and there would be no one to pull her out of it, but whether she was conscious of it or not, she had already fallen, for this man had only been just a stranger to her that morning.

Then Jadlin coaxed the collar of her cloak and shirt away to exposed her shoulder, another shiver slivered down her spine as a soft gasp breezed passed her parted lips. As his own lips began to leave a trail of kisses from her left ear and down along her neck, a soft moan worked its way onto her lips and she could swear that her knees were growing weak. She had this desperate need to press close to him, to be one with him and his constant teasing of his tantalizing lips drew soft moans from the woman. These feelings, both emotionally and right now, more physically than anything, was something she had not felt before, especially not from another being. It was something that she most definitely did not expect to feel from a human and she pressed forwards once again, to press her form against his own. It was at this point however, that she felt his own desire, his own need against her thigh and this worked a shudder and gasp from the man that had been so intent on working the sounds from her own lips.

Black had then been caught with surprise as he suddenly rose to tower over her form once again, closing the collar of her cloak, only to swing his arm down behind her knees, lifting her up into his arms and carried her back towards 'the Grotto.' Her arms had gone back to lacing around his neck and shoulders. Jadlin had basically been like a storm of his own as he blew passed the front desk, only to bang through a door into what she assumed was his room. It was only in a matter of moments that her wet form felt the soft surface of a mattress and her lips went straight back to his own, her fingers working at the male's clothes. Untying and pushing off. Occasionally, her fingers would brush over his bare skin and she pulled her lips away from his own to brush them along his jawline until they reached his right ear where she would gently nibble down upon the ear lobe. The young woman had a feeling that this night would be one to remember for the rest of her life.
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[Jadlin Hayes]

Jad awoke to perfection. What clung to him was not wet clothes or bed sheets, though these formed a luxurious cocoon of softness to nestle into. What he felt responding to his every move, with murmuring sighs and instinctive caresses, was a beautiful woman, spent in the same drowsy grip of remembered passion. The sheets, damp with sweet sweat, rather than rain, defined the alluring curves that had so inflamed him throughout the night. He smelled her skin, which carried just a hint of apples; and smelled the rain, which continued softly in an hypnotic patter outside the eave-shaded cottage window. He smelled it on the pillows and in her hair, the latter in glorious disarray from repeated surrenders to seizures of pleasure, both given and received. Memories of their combined cries still rang with intoxicating reverberations in his mind as he brought himself more fully awake. Black's murmurs took on just a slight element of teasing complaint as she gripped his arm in earnest, snuggling her head against his chest. He half slid himself down, half pulled her up, until their lips met in semi-roused greeting. It would be a small matter to adjust to each other for another erotic exploration of their bodies' responses, though little enough had been left uncharted fully the night before. "Mmmm...good morning, love." Jad muttered, propping himself to roll over and bring her looking face up into his kiss. There was no conscious thought as he lowered himself gently to find her seductively awaiting him. He caught her left hand in his right, interlocking his fingers with hers and extended her arm back up over her head to rest on the pillows. There was no resistance to this or the series of kisses that started at the wrist and ended with her intently hugging his head to her chest, her breath quivering enticingly. "I don't want to...mmm...presume upon your morning, Black, but I...ahh..aahhhhhh....have to consider the possibility that...oooohhh...you might have things to do...oooooooohhhh...today." Her lips suggested otherwise, and he found himself easily dissuaded from leaving to continue his search for the owner of the ring. "Well, you'll be sure and let me know, right?" Her response only clarified that there was nothing right now.

[Black Onyx]

Black had been right when she had thought that it would be a night to remember for the rest of her life. For throughout the night, they had committed several acts of sexual activities. However, right at this point in time, she was nestled into a soft bed with sheets sliding over her bare skin. She had stretched drowsily, before she snuggled in close to Jadlin, her head pressing against his chest, her fingers gripped his arm as she did this. The rain continued to fall upon the roof of 'the Grotto' but she didn't care for it, for she was pressed up against the man of whose bed she occupied. All through out the night, she had continually surrendered to the man and to the pleasures that had come with that.

It seemed however, that she hadn't had enough of the man and she was quick to rouse once more, her free hand sliding down along his bare chest. The male slid down and half pulled her up so then their lips could meet in another kiss, one fueled with the same passion that had been felt the night before. "Mmmm...good morning, love." Came the muttered words as he rolled over to prop himself up above her form. She had just been about to mumble her own good morning, but his lips had soon fell upon her own once more and she was caught up in the passion again.

Dried sweat that had dampen the sheets underneath them, had also clung to Jad's skin but it wasn't just that. The scent of the sea also seemed to still cling to the male and seeing as her sense of smell was fairly strong, it seemed to envelope her and she allowed it to pull her under as he lowered himself to her waiting form, a sly smile curving upon her lips and her brown hues seemed to betray her as lust coloured them like it had the previous night. His right hand caught her left, his fingers interlocking with her own and he pulled her arm back over her head to rest upon the pillow and he was met with no resistance, only a willingness to surrender to the man and the pleasures that came with it. His kisses started from her wrist and with each kiss, her breathing started to quiver as her free right hand lifted, so then her fingers could entwine with those dark locks of his, gripping them so then it was as if she was hugging his head to her chest.

Oh how he could stir up such sensations from her own body, it was her quivering breath, as she bean to want for him again, that gave her away. "I don't want to...mmm...presume upon your morning, Black, but I...ahh..aahhhhhh....have to consider the possibility that...oooohhh...you might have things to do...oooooooohhhh...today." Came his words, but she was never too worried about her day time activities, for if she didn't go out to steal, it was just her profit that was going down hill. However, at this point in time, she just couldn't bring herself to care, so her lips found the curve of his shoulders and she gently began to nibble along it. "Well, you'll be sure and let me know, right?" A chuckle rose to her lips before a shake of her head was given. "Well now that you have asked me..." Another chuckle followed her teasing tone, her breath caressing his bare skin before she continued on her previous path. Well, at least she couldn't say that he wasn't inconsiderate.
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[Aoren]

Riddled With Rewards Jadlin Experience Skill XP Earned Investigation + 1 EXP Socialization + 5 EXP Intimidation + 1 EXP Observation +5 EXP Rhetoric +4 EXP Storytelling +3 EXP Seduction +2 EXP Lores • Lore Earned • Location: World’s End Grotto • Rhetoric: Creative Swearing • Location: Leila’s Soothing Salves • Location: The General Store • Investigation: Polite Inquiry • Observational Insight: Reading Facial Expressions • Not All Kelvics Have Masters • Black: Afraid Of Being A Slave • Black: First Kiss • Black: Sharing An Intimate Night • Memories Forgotten, Memories Regained • The Mage Silencer: Mage Murderer • Black: Has Not Had Ale Before • Storytelling: Jokes Over Kelp Beer Black Experience Skill XP Earned Observation + 5 EXP Larceny + 1 EXP Dagger + 1 EXP Negotiation +1 EXP Rhetoric +3 EXP Socialization +5 EXP Persuasion +4 EXP Seduction +3 EXP Lores • Lore Earned • Observational Insight: Inspecting A Blade’s Edge For Sharpness • Larceny-Dagger: Nimbly Slicing A Pouch From A Waist • Location: The General Store • Location: Leila’s Soothing Salves • Negotiation: Goods For Information • Jadlin: Not A Kelvic • Jadlin: Never Knew His Parents • Jadlin: Practices Leeching Magic • Jadlin: Enjoys The Rain • Jadlin: First Kiss • Jadlin: Sharing An Intimate Night • Zeltiva: A Melting Pot of People Notes : If you have comments, questions or concerns please approach me at your earliest convenience. Don't forget to edit/delete your request in the request thread!