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Post by leandra on Jun 24, 2008 18:55:01 GMT -5
She could tell from his reaction that her answers weren't what he had been expecting or hoping for. She knew he had been enjoying her no matter what he thought of her in other aspects. But did she really want to be like that? Be used like that? She deserved better did she not? Desmond would think so, her father would think so. She was the only one who didn't seem to think so.
His bitter smile and words cut her like a knife, and the physical attraction that continued to rise, came to the surface again. "No, no, that's not it" she said softly and leaned in closer and closed her lips around his. Hoping that he wouldn't think she was a tease and push her away from him, if he did, then that was definitely it she thought.
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Post by naomi on Jun 24, 2008 19:08:00 GMT -5
"Woah" Miles grabbed her shoulders as she reached over to kiss him again. He'd just given this woman an out, she admitted she was making a mistake and then she just goes ahead and gets right back to business anyway? Conscience be damned. He did his part. If you were robbing someone who just handed you the money with no strings attached it was their own damn fault. A parasite like him couldn't change their ways. But if someone was stupid enough to put up with it he wasn't going to say 'no' a second time then, was he?
He pushed her down again, ravaging her body, getting up under her clothes. Stupid Charlotte. Unable to get the redhead and her annoying way of bringing out the worst in him out of his mind, he let his hands wander eagerly preoccupied with the blond's body to distract himself. Leandra couldn't say he didn't warn her. But he guessed that he'd take this opportunity again for all it was worth.
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Post by leandra on Jun 24, 2008 19:23:08 GMT -5
Leah gasped gently when he didn't push her away but went with it and grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back down onto the bed. Maybe he had been expecting her to ask him to leave instead when he had asked if that was it, because her kissing him again seemed to surprise him. But then why wouldn't it? He had blatantly given her an out card and she refused to take it. So if he done the deed and treated her like dirt like the last time, then she'd only have her own self to blame.
She wouldn't even be able to phone Desmond or talk to him or run to him about it would she? Because Desmond would just tell her that she had the perfect opportunity to stop it and she hadn't, he would just say it was her own fault. Then again, Desmond cared about her like a sister, he'd probably be more apt to say she was worth more and advise her not to do it again.
Right now however, she was just going to take it while someone was willing to give it to her, because she just wanted to feel wanted, whether it wasn't real love or affection or not, she was damn well going to enjoy it while it was there to enjoy. She moaned with pleasure again as his hands wandered over her body and once again struggled with her clothes.
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Post by naomi on Jun 25, 2008 8:43:56 GMT -5
((yawn, am tired... and you know that I'm no good at this type of writing! shuffles uncomfortably))
He eyed her greedily, as he did with anything that was just too easy to get his hands on... and too good. He tore at her clothes getting at the undergarments underneath before trying to remove his pants with his other hand. Doing too many things at once so as not to spoil the moment. She could still change her mind. She could still take him up on his offer to walk away: no harm, no foul. It wasn't until he'd gotten his pants off that he had flashbacks to the last time they were together. His wallet was empty. Miles realized he'd used up the only condom in his wallet the last time he was with her. Conveniently enough they were in a hotel. He got up, went to the closet where they usually kept "extras" and picked one out, peering at the label. At least they weren't Widmore approved. He'd hate to get the little Widmore stamp of approval on his next little romp, it was bad enough the first time. The thought of Widmore was already brought up enough by the man that was in the room when he arrived earlier without it being reintroduced to his mind now.
He came back and tore open the packaging, ready to get inside of her a second time if she was stupid enough to let him.
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Post by leandra on Jun 25, 2008 16:04:30 GMT -5
[ooc: sorry you weren't feeling any better when you made your post - and I'm sorry you feel you aren't good at that kind of writing, I think you are, but I think I'm going to give you an out]
He frantically tore at her clothing to get to her undergarments while she was beginning to regret her decision by saying she didn't want him to go. She realised that she didn't want to be used like that anymore. She didn't even really like him, not as a person anyway, she only lusted after him for sheer physical attraction and the only reason why she felt that way was because she was using him to try and cover up her unrequited crush on Sawyer.
Then she saw him get up and go to the closet to get a condom, as he came back toward her the regret was becoming stronger and stronger and when he came back to her, she quickly sat up on the bed and pushed her hands up gently in front of him. "I'm sorry Miles, I can't do this, I can't do this anymore" she said softly and looked away from him.
She knew that he would probably get very angry and annoyed at her, but she realised she would rather have that, than let herself be used again, and treated like a common whore like the last time. Her father had always told her she was better than she thought, Desmond told her she could do better for herself. Now she realised they were right. "Can you please leave" she said. If he did get angry or make to start anything, she'd run out of the hotel down to Desmond. She pulled across her satin gown and threw it around her.
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Post by naomi on Jun 25, 2008 21:13:20 GMT -5
((Ohhh boy. You really know how to piss a guy off.))
Now??! She tells him this now?! Oh no you don't, Miles thought, I gave you an out three minutes ago. Now we're doing this.
He glared at her as she threw a satin robe around her and he sneered. It looked as though the shop was really having a 'going out of business sale' and closing it's front doors on him before he could get a foot in. It seemed she was serious, as she asked him to leave. "What?" He asked, eyebrows furrowing, completely losing the moment, "You're kidding me right?"
She had to be kidding him... this was way past the eleventh hour and you don't just stop fireworks after a fuse has already been lit and his fuse was way past lit. You didn't get someone this close to exploding and then call off the dogs. It was reminding Miles of Charlotte earlier tonight. He mimicked the redhead's voice in his head 'I want to go to the island. I don't want to go to the island. I want to go back to the island and rediscover where I was born. I don't give a damn about my past again. But what if...'
He growled a low growl aloud this time. Indecisive women were probably the most annoying people on the planet and were really starting to get under his skin. Usually when someone said no, he would shrug it off as thick skinned as he was and move on. But with the pent up frustration over Charlotte and the island Miles wasn't just going to leave it alone this time. He grabbed her and forced her back around to face him, his eyes narrowed in an almost cruel, mocking way as he stared her down.
He brought her closer, no matter how unwillingly to kiss him again. "You know I'm getting sick and tired waiting for women that don't know what they want, to make up their minds" He breathed heavily into her ear. He pushed her back down on the bed and got on top of her. "Now don't even think to pretend that you don't want this as much as I do."
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Post by leandra on Jun 25, 2008 21:42:30 GMT -5
[ooc: I thought I was making it easier for you lol]
Miles got extremely annoyed with her as she knew he would, when she said she couldn't do it and asked him to leave. He actually asked if she was kidding him. Yes he'd given her an out card and she didn't take it, but she had time to think properly and realised that she couldn't do this to herself anymore. Miles didn't love her, and he never would. She didn't love him, and knew now that she never would.
"Not kidding Miles, I just realised I don't want to feel again like I felt the last time we did this" she tried to explain. But she knew it would be too little too late. She should have said no when he asked her the first time. But she wasn't going to give in to him. She was desperately trying not to give in to him. Lust was a dangerous emotion, and she was beginning to hate it. He was right about one thing, she was being very indecisive tonight, but she couldn't help it. Wasn't a woman allowed to change her mind? It was their prerogative, right? Not according to Miles.
His words scared her when he breathed heavily into her ear about women not making up their minds. She didn't say anything, she couldn't. Her heart was in her mouth and her mouth was suddenly very dry. If she refused him, he would probably just take her anyway. What was worse? Giving herself to him freely, or being taken against her will?
She struggled underneath him as he pushed her back on the bed and saying that she wanted it as much as he did and she wasn't to deny it. Part of her was wanting it, the part of her which missed the attention, but another part of her was telling her not to do this to herself. She was fighting inside with her own emotions. She was fighting lust with common sense.
"So what happens if I say I don't want it"? she asked him dangerously, her mouth dry and body shaking.
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Post by naomi on Jun 26, 2008 5:32:37 GMT -5
She was being a tease, asking what would happen if she didn't want it when she'd obviously been throwing herself at him ever since she tracked him down at the Stone Pony. It was a cruel joke for her to pretend she wasn't. Perhaps some guys liked it when girls played it coy but Miles wasn't one of them. He like brash, up in your face type of women instead of girls who got their kicks playing head games (probably like Miss Widmore Junior did). "Look. I've already been played once tonight. I'm not stupid enough to let it happen again", was all he had to tell her to get across that he didn't believe her and that he was serious about not taking no for an answer now. He cupped her face harshly and rubbed his face against hers drawing her into almost painfully passionate kisses until he stripped off her robe and snapped at her undergarments, tearing them off in several motions before reaching one hand back up to her hair. When he was ready for her, he bit down on her bottom lip in the same enticing way as last time, waiting for a response.
It was like punishing Charlotte in his mind, letting out all of his gripping frustrations over his team-mate in every harsh thrust into the woman until it was all over.
Then Miles got up for a second to clean himself up and fell back into bed, his aching head hitting the pillow. If anyone was listening close enough, they could probably hear him saying, "Call me Milesy again, Charlotte and I will break your fingers" under liquor scented breath, as the rising and falling of his chest became slower and slower until sleep came.
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Post by leandra on Jun 26, 2008 9:25:57 GMT -5
From the way Miles spoke to her it was pretty obvious he wasn't going to take no for an answer. Looking at it from his point of view it would have appeared as if Leandra had been teasing him. But in reality she hadn't been doing that. What she had been doing or trying to do was make herself feel less of a tart. After all she was only using Miles to try and get over her stupid crush on Sawyer. Maybe if Miles learned to be a little more affectionate to her and kind to her, she could learn to appreciate him more.
She didn't answer his question and she wasn't about to have him take her by force, so she gave into him and herself. When he bit down on her lip she winced and moaned with a little pleasure and lunged into his passionate kisses. Pushing herself up to his every thrust as the heat of lust took over again and she dug her nails into his back and gasped with every deep thrust.
Next thing she knew he was off of her and lying at the other side of the bed obviously trying to get some sleep. She turned round and put her arm across his stomach and started tracing circles on his chest with her finger. She couldn't help herself. It was just something she liked to do after having sex, lying next to your partner, cuddling into each other.
"I'm sorry" she whispered. Sorry that she had teased him, sorry that she had given in to lust, sorry that she let herself be used again.
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Post by naomi on Jun 26, 2008 9:42:33 GMT -5
Miles shuffled uncomfortably as he woke out of his light sleep that he had just barely been able to fall into by the feeling of an arm around him and a body pressed up against him. What did she think she was doing? Miles hated to be touched... well touched in any manner that wasn't to cause intense physical harm or intense physical pleasure. What? Was she trying to hug him?
If he hadn't been so tired and half-drunk he would have got up and left already but instead he just wretched himself away from her and drew up his own little borders of personal space in his mind that he'd have to keep her away from in the future.
It's not that he was the type of guy who hated puppies and children and love. It just wasn't for him. When she murmered something that sounded 'I'm sorry' to him the almost painful feeling of guilt came back. That same conscience feeling that made him stop what he was doing with her in the first place. He hated it when he was trying to screw someone over (well, in this case it wasn't figurative) and then have them be nice to you in return. How was he supposed to deal with something like that?
The guilt ate at him, stopping him from falling back asleep before he told her "Don't be" in a gruff whisper, unable to turn around and look her in the eye. What was he supposed to do - thank her for allowing him to use her? No matter what anyone said, Miles wasn't that sick of a person. The feeling of her arm around him wasn't that bad actually, but the guilt that was associated with it was. The further he could distance himself from that guilt, the better off he would be and the more he could live a conscience free lifestyle until imminent death. That was what it was all about, wasn't it?
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Post by leandra on Jun 26, 2008 10:02:46 GMT -5
She continued to lie with her arm across his stomach and tracing circles with her finger. She had been annoyed with herself for letting it happen again but she couldn't deny she enjoyed it and she couldn't deny that he took her mind off a certain Mr Ford. She really did have a complicated love life. If you could indeed even call it a love life. He had said she didn't need to be sorry, this made her a little sad.
She felt him pulling away from her, which didn't surprise her really, cuddling wasn't something she expected him to do, not after the way he left the first time, but he had continued to lie on the bed next to her. So he was obviously planning on staying she thought. She propped her head up with one arm and used the other to gently turn him so she could see his face. "I'm sorry I tried to say no, I just wanted to treat myself better for once, but I can't deny there's an attraction there" she was sort of rambling, but she wanted him to understand why she had tried to stop herself. Even if it was too little too late, maybe he might be able to understand her a little more.
"What are you scared of Miles?" she asked him softly, "Why don't you like being close to someone"
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Post by naomi on Jun 29, 2008 4:46:53 GMT -5
Will she ever just shut up? Miles shouted in his mind as she continued to speak. He didn't care about what her motivations for sleeping with him were, he got what he wanted and that was all that mattered.
When she started asking questions he got edgy. He knew he shouldn't have stayed here. "You know what?" He muttered pulling the edge of the sheet of the bed closer to him, "I don't have to explain myself to you."
He knew why he didn't get close to anyone... because everyone was going to die. That was why. There was no point getting involved in things that were just going to get taken away from you anyway... like his parents were taken away from him... like his childhood. It didn't matter about that now, he had moved on. He was always moving on. And Miles never made the same mistake twice... and detachment was his way to do it.
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Post by leandra on Jun 29, 2008 11:37:09 GMT -5
Leah noticed he didn't seem to like her question, it was almost as if it made him uncomfortable to talk about it. Her mind began to wonder what it was that made Miles the way he was. The whole rejecting being close thing. Oh she knew there were guys out there who were just in it for sex and sex alone, and maybe Miles was no different. But she thought, if that was the case why had he bothered to come back tonight?
She sighed when he answered her, she should have known he wouldn't say anything, wouldn't talk and she didn't feel like pushing him for any answers. Instead she got out of the bed put on he satin gown and washed down her face with some cold water.
"That's alright Miles, of course you don't have to explain yourself to me" she answered as she sat down on the chair beside the bed and started playing with her fingers.
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Post by naomi on Jun 30, 2008 1:22:08 GMT -5
... and now she wasn't even going to sleep. First she couldn't keep her mouth shut and now this! The way she said that he didn't have to explain himself was almost accusing. Like he really did have to explain himself to the woman he'd just used for sex. Like that was the least he could do.
"I'm not scared of anything" Miles closed his eyes and sighed, giving her that explaination she wanted. "I just don't see the point." He shuffled and turned himself around this time, his eyes searching out her form in the darkness. She was seated on the only chair in the room. Her curves were shillouted by the feint light coming in through the window. Heck, give him a minute and he might just get over this tiredness and be ready for her again.
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Post by leandra on Jun 30, 2008 12:13:15 GMT -5
"Of course you aren't" she replied simply when he said he wasn't scared of anything. If he wasn't scared of anything, then why didn't he, or why couldn't he, lie and cuddle up after having sex, or making love as she preferred to call it. Only in this situation with Miles it was definitely just sex. But that didn't mean you couldn't lie and hold each other afterward for a while.
"You just don't see the point in cuddling and holding each other after you have sex?" she asked him in incredulous tones. She never knew of any guy who hadn't lay and held her for a while after they had made love. Leah was used to it, so it was what she thought happened, it shocked her when Miles had upped and left the last time the way he had.
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