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Kidnapped (Cheshire Smirk & Charmed )

"It matters not, it's time to move."

Vallios slid gracefully off the couch and made his swaggering way over to the panic-room's bathroom. He left the door open as an invitation, before stepping into the shower and cranking the water to it's hottest setting. Unlike most people, Vallios did not hum, sing, or talk to himself in the shower. Bathing was a silent ritual, a time for mental preparation.

There was a marked change in Vallios' aura, that charismatic arrogance had vanished, replaced by a purposeful brooding. Every action, every breath was deliberate now. It was obvious that Vallios' mindset had shifted into a much more pro-active arrangement.


((I'm back :> ))
 
Despite the apparant shift in his demeanor, a thrill ran through her when she noticed that he'd left the bathroom door open in what could only be an open invitation for her to join him. Which, she fully intended to do. She had no idea what the next 24 hours would bring but the inherant likelihood of danger had her anxious and on edge. She loathed feeling vulnerable and while she had no doubts whatsoever that Vallios would protect her and keep her safe against any threat they encountered, she'd feel better if she had some way to defend herself.... just in case.

Angel entered the steam filled bathroom and closed the door behind her with an audible "click" that would alert him to her presence. She could see his perfect and lethally toned sillouette from behind the opaque shower curtain as he stood beneath the showers spray. She silently entered behind him, careful to move the curtain back in place and smiled as she noticed he was currently facing away from her, giving her a nice and arousing view of his long, muscular thighs, his sexy and firm ass and the broad, powerful expanse of his back.

When he didn't turn around, she sidled up behind him, pressing her breasts against his wet body with one arm circling around his waist and the other as close to his neck as she could reach with one of the daggers he had given her the day before held firmly in her hand. She licked a trail of water as it fell down his shoulder and whispered seductively " I want you to teach me how to use this, to help protect myself when we leave here."
 
Vallios' muscles didn't tense, he acted as if he was unaware of the dagger. His body language indicated that he was merely pleasantly surprised by her presence. But then, in one swift and practiced motion Vallios had his right hand clenched around Angel's wrist. He forced her arm upwards and side-stepped, while wrapping his left arm around Angel's hips and pulling her forward. Their bodies, slick from the steaming water, glided easily past each other. Now their positions were reversed, Vallios standing behind Angel, his hips pressed firmly against her rear, her dagger-wielding hand forced high and absolutely useless.

Vallios' left hand slipped down Angel's hips and his fingers clamped down on her clit, squeezing and rubbing. He chuckled softly and leaned in, biting lovingly at her neck for a few seconds before he started to speak. When he spoke, his voice was in a low and sinister growl.

"Lesson 1, an opponent should not know you have a knife until it's buried in his spine."
 
A bolt of pure sexual arousal whipped through her and went straight to her sex causing her to moan and press her ass back against his rock hard shaft in response to to his swift actions.

She had to admit that it was her uncertainty of his reaction combined with just the barest hint of fear that made her so hot for him. Her heart beat accelerated and her nipples hardened to the point she was desperate for him to touch them, squeeze them, to bite them.....

" AhhhhGod!!!" she cried out as his wickedly skilled fingers found her aching and needy clit, almost sending her into a screaming climax right then and there.

"Lesson 1, an opponent should not know you have a knife until it's buried in his spine."
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His words barely registered through the thick fog of arousal she seemed to be lost in. She could only nod as she rotated her hips around his hand to add to the friction against her clit. "Ooh Vallios!!"
 
Vallios' response was instinctual, primal. The way Angel offered herself so readily to him, grinding her hips against his hand, and positioning her hips for him was a natural trigger. He used his knee to lightly force her thighs apart, then he pulled her back onto his throbbing manhood. He started with slow, deep thrusts, penetrating her fully with every motion. Vallios forced her to arc her back, thrusting her chest outwards so that the steam and hot water struck her first, the massaging showerhead working in a hypnotizing rhythm.

He snared her lips in a fierce kiss, and then with a vicious motion stuck the dagger into the wood paneling of the shower, entwining his fingers with hers, keeping her hand locked in a sensual grip as he continued to work his hips against her. The heat of the shower was nothing compared to the heat of their shifting bodies as Vallios indulged himself in their passions.
 
The heat, the passion, the nearly violent way in which he took her, even the dagger- it was all too much and she felt the orgasm rising from her core. With her free hand, Angel grabbed her nipple and squeezed the tightened bud and screamed as she came long and hard. The muscles that lined the walls of her tight channel contracted around his pounding cock tighter and tighter practically begging him to join her in orgasmic bliss....
 
With a low growl of pleasure Vallios came, shuddering ever so slightly against Angel as his release came. He pulled himself slowly from Angel and began to work soap over her back, nibbling lovingly at her neck as he did so. He kept his hips pressed to hers as he worked his hands over her shoulders and back, forcefully massaging at working out the tension that'd make the tasks ahead even more strenous.


(Gah, block)
 
Her legs trembled and she feared she'd collapse under her own weight as the last aftershocks of her mind-numbing orgasm slowly faded away. She rested her head against the wall in front of her as she fought to catch her breath.

Vallios, with his sensually addicting touch, worked the stress filled knots out of her back, neck and shoulders with precise efficiency, making her wonder what, if anything, he couldn't do with his bare hands.

When the water temperature began to lose some of it's heat, she turned to face him and quickly washed her newly darkened hair while keeping her eyes locked with his intense stare. She wondered, not for the first time, what it was he thought of or saw in her when he looked at her like that. He was a man capable of extreme cruelty and devestating brutality yet she also sensed extreme loyalty and fierce determination to protect what he cared for.... did he care for her? Or was she just a pawn he used to gain the advantage over his enemy..?
 
Care, love, romance...Such things were foreign to Vallios. Though, somewhere deep down in the inner workings of his being, he did have some form of empathy. Right now he considered Angel his companion, his prime consort. Developing such a connection was rare for Vallios, and was certainly stronger than something like 'love' as the commercial world defined the feeling to be.

Even now Vallios was shaping Angel, molding her so that she could be fit to be a part of his daily life. He kept his eyes locked with hers, that fierce gaze unflinching in it's conviction. Then, Vallios leaned forward and caught Angel in a gentle kiss, breaking their period of silent introspection. When they parted lips Vallios began to work shampoo through his thick raven mane. He kept his eyes closed, still soaking in the fading aura of their after-glow.
 
Once they finished in the shower and dried off, Angel dressed in the same black 2-piece jumpsuit from the day before which now matched her dark as night hair.

Vallios was once again silent, focused and efficient as he prepared for their departure, maintaining that calm, emotionless demeanor that was so much apart of him and had become so familiar to her now. She knew better than to break his concentration by questioning him about their plans, so instead she remained close but silent by his side.
 
Vallios swaggered over to the couch and then knelt down, reaching under it. He retrieved a pair of neatly folded black leather pants, a pair of black silk boxers, a long sleeved crimson silk shirt, and a black fedora. Vallios quickly dressed, donned the hat, tilting it to the point that it almost concealed his right eye, before beckoning for Angel to follow him. He made his way into the bathroom, pulled the knife from the shower wall, and then retrieved his pistols, and his other dagger. He handed the daggers and sheathes to angel, then secured his pistols before leading Angel out of the panic room's only entrance.


The two came to a 10 foot wide by 8 foot tall passage way, that gradually sloped upwards as it went. It looked to be a straight 2 mile shot, ending with an access shaft similar to what they'd used to enter the panic room. Vallios lead Angel at his usual determined swagger, not saying a word.
 
Angel followed Vallios through the dank and dark passageway while anxiety for what might lie ahead began to darken her thoughts. She palmed the dagger that was secured to her hip, the cool, molded hilt felt good against her sweaty palm and gave her an ounce of security. She felt a huge measure of relief that should something happen, she had a way to defend herself and not have to worry, so much atleast, about being a distraction to Vallios if he was forced to fight.

As they continued to walk, the nightmare she'd had suddenly resurfaced in her mind:
Angel dreamt of rolling hills of fire and death, where the sky was filled with large birds of prey that threatened with razor sharp talons as they searched with beady, crimson colored eyes through the carnage for their next meal. She ran over dead and decayed bodies in desperation as she cried out for...Vallios to help her, to save her...

....and she just hoped and prayed it was not a sign of what was to come..
 
The walk through the labyrinthine tunnel felt like it took ages. But eventually the two came to a shaft that matched the one they'd entered the panic-room by. Vallios chuckled softly and then gave Angel a sharp smack on the rear, peering back and flashing her a confident smirk before beginning to climb the ladder at a swift pace. The march didn't seem to have tired Vallios one bit, his body was working like clockwork despite the minimal sleep.

At the top Vallios punched in a combination that allowed the exit hatch to unlock. The hatch retracted and sunlight poured in. Vallios let out a soft sigh and closed his eyes, taking a second to just soak in the radiant warmth. His pale ivory skin glowed in the sudden light, his long wisps of raven hair lifting off his shoulders at the slight breeze. Then, as quickly as the moment of serenity came Vallios was moving again, coming onto solid ground with his pistols drawn and ready to go.
 
Vallios's seemingly playful behavior did much for Angel's worrisome demeanor and the confidence in which he bound up the ladder, that would lead them to their next phase of escape, was enough to boost her own lagging resolve. She silently wondered to herself if there was anything that could crack his cool, calm facade.

Angel too, basked in the fresh outdoor breeze as she followed him up and out of the hatch. The sunlight on her skin felt like the slightest kiss of heaven and she couldn't keep the smile from her naturally pink lips despite the danger they would likely face.

As Vallios had his guns at the ready, she too had the daggers in place, her hands just slightly sweaty but amazingly steady. She stuck close to his side not only for protection, she suddenly realized, but to protect him in anyway she had available to her-
 
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