Reaper's Word

Clair's hands gripped the sheets in front of her. Isaiah's arm around her waist, his breath against her ear. She was shaking slightly. He took a deeper breath pulling her scent into his lungs and closed his eyes for a moment. He felt an almost purr in the back of his throat at how he was feeling and his scent mark hers. He reached up and bunched her hair slightly in his hand just gripping the thick mass for a moment.

Isaiah pulled his body from her slowly savoring the feel. Clair bit her lip slightly. She was sore and tired. She just wanted to lay down, he hadn't allowed her one second since he'd come back. However his hour was up and she was glad for it. She wasn't going to give him more, even if he asked. She just couldn't. Even if he offered her a year she didn't have another hour in her.

Though her body had enjoyed itself more than she thought. She didn't know how she felt about it to be honest. She guessed inside she just felt numb. Clair stood up, wishing to grab something to pull around her. It was just the sense of security that she wanted. She didn't want to let him look at her anymore. He got a hold of her chin and made her look up. She only met his gaze for a second before looking over his shoulder.

"Lay down Clair before you fall down." He told her letting go of her jaw, and she felt the amusement from him. A satisfied amusement. What would he do if she just smacked him? It was no harm right? No real harm, she just pursed her lips for a moment, to many loop holes. She was sure he left himself one.

"What if I don't want to here?" She said defiantly. He'd moved toward the end of the bed and looked at her. His gaze sliding down her body and then raised an eyebrow knowingly.

"The door is right there." He said pointing to it, but she saw the challenge there. He'd wait just to see what she did. Clair didn't trust her legs to allow her a quick or graceful escape so she turned around half sitting on the bed. He gave a kind of smile moving toward the bathroom.

"Didn't think so." She narrowed her eyes. Fuck him.

Clair waited till he disappeared around the corner before she reached down and grabbed the shirt there. She slipped it on and moved to grab the blanket on the floor. She managed to walk over to the sofa with steady feet. She laid down on it wrapping the blanket around her. She didn't hear him move, but she sensed him.

"You amuse and annoy me Clair." He said and she closed her eyes. She was staying right where she was. Too tired to move, too tired to care.

That was the deal." She said. She knew that he was most likely watching her but she didn't

He'd been far to focused on Clair. For now he would let her have her little retreat. He himself was tired. He thought back to when

He saw the moment that she truly slipped

he wasn't done with her yet and reached down and picked her up. She was far beyond exhausted he thought. She didn't even stir when he picked her up. He laid her on the bed pulling the blanket from her. Her head fell to the side

have whatever she wanted. He could just manipulate it depending on the want or desire, and he could touch her still. He worded everything he said very carefully. It was all in the way you phrased it, your intention behind it. He didn't give her full immunity, just immunity from real harm.

the bed over Clair looking down at her. He made a frustrated sound and then moved to fall next to her. He looked up as a flash of lightning went through the sky. Exactly how he felt, the weather was perfect. He'd given her three weeks of technical freedom. More than any other, but it didn't matter so much to him. He could still

was something he'd had to work hard to get, and probably still would. He didn't see a reason to dispose of her. he just wasn't

___Clair____

where Isaiah was, and thought it best to leave before he showed up. She got down off the bed and winced slightly. She was sore everywhere but her hips hurt most of

and turned to the side looking at herself raising the shirt slightly. She had dark bruising around her sides and on her hips. She could make out the impression of his hand on her left side, but just barely. It was healing and she wondered what that looked

She was alive wasn't she? She had three weeks to herself. She had something that he wanted.

A good pick for today, she

top drawers for at least a bra, nothing. She moved to the next room and found one that was nearly her size and she put it on along with her new rose colored shirt. Clair looked at herself, and she

to smash and break something. Vent everything that was in her so she could

at the turbulent grey sky. It was a cold rain, but she didn't mind