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.

will do as I please. That was the deal." She said. She knew that he was most likely watching her

now. He couldn't remember when it had started. 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

moved over, leaned against the wall and watched her. Studying her. He saw the moment that she truly slipped unconscious. Her body going from tense to slack. She was out cold after a couple minutes of deep breathing. His head tipped

thought for a moment. He decided 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

was all in the way you phrased it, your intention behind

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

and with one arm pulled her against him blanket and all. He liked the feel of it, she 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

___Clair____

color at the moment. She sat up and heard the sound of rain above her. She was alone in the room. She didn't know 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

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 like

on me?" She said feeling a bit tearful. This might have bothered her more if it had happened anywhere else. She was alive wasn't she? She had

a black skirt with frayed ends. A good pick for today, she wasn't feeling jeans. She put on the first shirt she

and found one that was nearly her size and she put it on

something. Vent everything that was in her so she could move on and try to forget. Or at least make peace with it. This was her world, this was the reality of it and she had made her choice. He'd have just taken if she

shut the door and moved to stand in the middle of the roof looking up at the turbulent grey sky. It was a cold rain, but she didn't mind so much. She just opened her mouth and screamed at the top of her lungs in rage. Then turned and marched over to pick up the bigger rocks on the roof. She