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Post by Vincent Stark on Jul 29, 2012 19:10:21 GMT 1
It had been a few days since Serbia and Vincent stark was just glad to be home. Her body was aching ever since she'd cleared a the entire 15th floor of a building five blocks from where she'd been thrown from. It hurt like hell to walk at first but now she was able to get around smoothly, Tony had taken the day to run the company again giving Vincent the week to rest.
Octavius was still staying with them. Which shocked Vincent that he hadn't moved down to the JLA floors again, not that she was complaining it was good to have company again especially when he wasn't mopping about the house. But that was all about to change.
Vincent was watching Octavius pack away his sleeping furs, and clothes he'd brought with him to the Stark home. "So you're finally going back to the JLA?" She asked, crossing her arms, he certainly had a great look about him now that his godly strength had returned an almost glow about him like an infectious light. "I've got to say I'm gonna miss seeing you trying to make coffee every morning... and the way we'd drink on the weekends-" Vincent's mind went back to the night they'd thought they'd broken the cardinal bro-zoned/friend-zoned rule in the wine cellar, the next morning how she'd felt... disappointed that they hadn't. She should have told him that then instead of fighting what she was feeling. When Hjordis had come to the tower and the jealousy Vincent had felt at her closeness with Octavius she should have told him then too.
Now he was heading back down to the JLA, to be a hero again not her own personal companion, he'd be pulled in every direction except hers. Maybe he'd even go back to Asgard- to stay. Before he could answer her previous questions Vincent uncrossed her arms and cleared the room, forcing Octavius to look at her and then she did something most spontaneous. She kissed him.
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Post by Octavius Thorson on Jul 29, 2012 19:33:55 GMT 1
Octavius Thorson had returned to Godhood and the world was at his feet once more. Upon his return to the United States he had used his returned abilities (and new ones) to simply go on a spree of protective work. He flew across the globe righting-wrongs, such as releasing relief workers taken as hostages from African rebels, fixing a Dam in China and putting out a forest fire in Australia. Not to mention doing battle with all manner of foes he was unable to test his might against with the limits of a mortal body.
Now that the first son of the Amazon's had taken a moment to collect himself he found he was preparing to return to his old quarters among his allies in the Justice League of Avengers. It had been too long since he walked properly in those halls. Hallowed halls. As he sorted his affections he found himself joined by Vincent Stark. "We can still share drinks on the weekend, I shall just need something stronger." he gave a little smirk as he folded away a tunic of white silk.
Next Vincent came upon him and put her lips to his, it was a most unexpected thing but it was not unwelcome. After some moments his arms wrapped around her waist and held her close, deepening the kiss.
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Post by Vincent Stark on Jul 29, 2012 19:41:18 GMT 1
When he returned her kiss Vincent felt a smile upon her own lips, which caused their kiss to part, she was still in his arm, and she opened her eyes to him, her blue eyes looking up at his. "Octavius..." She said a first her smile faltering jut a bit her heart pounding. "I-I think I'm falling in love with you." She said weakly, her heart racing as she buried her head into his shoulder. "I find myself thinking of you when I shouldn't. Wanting you when I see you..."
It was out, especially that little embarrassing bit about wanting him, which she was in fact wanting him pretty badly now. Something about that godly strength and glow just made her weak at the knees. That and how often was it that you had the entire stark penthouse to your self? Jarvis was out, Tony was out, no pesky members of the JLA popping in to say hello or get advice from his Starkly-ness.
Vincent trembled in Octavius arms, waiting for a response, to be turned away or carried to the bed for some post world saving ravishing.
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Post by Octavius Thorson on Jul 29, 2012 19:57:27 GMT 1
The kiss parted as Vincent poured out her heart to him, confessing that the mortal warrior maiden of Midgard had feelings, great feelings, for the Nordic God of Strength. He looked down to her his compassion eyes meeting hers. She was a warrior born, it was true. She had integrity and pride, honour and courage. Like his father before him had once loved a mortal named Jane Foster so too did this Godling find the face of a mortal in his sleepless nights.
Octavius did not reply with words however, his actions always had spoken volumes that he could not put into words. He kissed her again, a kiss that was heated like the fires of that forge from whence Mjolnir was born. His powerful arms swept her off her feet and Octavius laid her out upon his bed. Eyes of want gazed upon her slender form and the Godling with pulled from his chest the tunic of grey he had been wearing and threw to aside.
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Post by Vincent Stark on Jul 29, 2012 20:03:19 GMT 1
When Octavius kissed her again Vincent felt her feet lift off the ground. She thought at first it was her imagination but soon it was very clear that Octavius was lifting her, and placing her on his bed.
Vincent's breath was caught in her throat. "Octavius." She gaped as he removed his tunic, Vincent didn't bother with words after that, she rose to her knees so that she could be face to face with again and kissed him, pulling him bodily onto the bed.
Her lips found his like a hungry wolf to a freshly killed meal. Which was a very fitting analogy, Vincent Stark unlike her father didn't prowl the buffet she abstained from physical relationships and that meant after years with out the touch of man she was hungry for it.
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Post by Octavius Thorson on Jul 29, 2012 20:21:52 GMT 1
Octavius did not resist her pull when Vincent pulled him onto the bed. As he crawled towards her he kicked off his boots, they landed on the wooden floor with a thump. His lips met hers once again, his hands explored her body. The Godling had seen brief glimpses of her flesh when the two awoke after a forgotten night of shared merry making it had otherwise been hidden to him, be it behind the casual t-shirts and jeans she wore around the tower, the elegant dresses of silk she wore to events of import or the shining armour of which she was known.
But now Octavius would know her form, his hungry eyes would only be sated by the carnal knowledge of her flesh. Octavius was above her now, his hands moved like they were in a frenzy. He hold of her sweat pants at either side and pulled them down, tugging them away and tossing them to the side. He had been about to give her t-shirt such care but a reckless abandon born of passion took hold of him and with one swift motion of a single hand he simply tore the thing from her and let the rag fall away.
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Post by Vincent Stark on Jul 29, 2012 20:32:56 GMT 1
Vincent cried out with shock when her Tshirt was torn from her, the seems hurt a hit pressed against her skin at that speed but it was over before it really made her more than temporarily uncomfortable. She was now in only but her bra and boyshorts, while Octavius was mostly still dressed.
Her hands fell to his trousers, she felt around a bit looking for a button to his fly then remembered he was wearing his Asguardian garb. With that revelation set in she found the draw string at the hip and began to unlace it until his trousers were loose enough to slide down on their own, while she kissed Octaviu's throat and shoulders. Her body was trembling with anticipation, her face was red with the blush and dizzy.
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Post by Octavius Thorson on Jul 29, 2012 20:45:57 GMT 1
Vincent started to undo the breeches Octavius was wearing, they went down so far until the Godling kicked them away, left adorned now in only his bracers and what could only appear as a loin cloth like some barbarian from legend or movie to the Maiden of Midgard.
Octavius took a hold of Vincent by her hips and flipped her over onto her hands and knees before pulling her up to him, her back was to his chest and his lips sought out her neck was dexterous hands moved to undo the sports bra that held the globes of warm flesh in place. His breath was hot upon the back of her neck and the bulge in the loin cloth was readily growing in need to know her.
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Post by Vincent Stark on Jul 29, 2012 20:51:13 GMT 1
Vincent felt a soft noise escape her throat as he removed her bra his calloused hands holding her tight against his chest, his breath exciting as well as the pressure from his loincloth pressing against her undergarments. "Oh god Octavius..." She murmured her hand finding his leg and holding on tight.
This was about to be the moment of passion Vincent had secretly wanted in the cellar, but this was much more romantic, timed more perfectly and there would be no drunken regret. Things could only go up from here- well for Octavius they were going upward now.
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Post by Octavius Thorson on Jul 29, 2012 20:59:21 GMT 1
The sports bra was cast aside and Vincent was left in just the 'boyshorts' but so to did Octavius remove them, sliding them down her legs at an almost teasing pace while his lips continued to show his affections upon her. When the last of her underwear was at her knee's and upon the bed a firm hand took her by the shoulder and bent Vincent down once more, he only assumed Vincent would prop herself up with her arms. He pulled at the underwear again, getting it loose from her legs as she lifted them slightly in turn so he could hook them off and toss them away.
The inviting skin of her bottom was on his display to him now and Octavius made quick work to undo the loin cloth he wore and cast it away. His hands came down to hold her again, to feel her skin. "Vincent..." it was a heated whisper as he pulled her to him.
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Post by Vincent Stark on Jul 29, 2012 21:06:04 GMT 1
<some hours later> Vincent Stark fell forward onto Octavius Thorson after they'd both finished off. He had such stamina it was the first time she'd finished multiple times and not had to just tough it out because her partner was about to fall asleep.
Right now she was clinging to Octavius shoulders, her body trembling still a smile plastered onto her face her hair plastered to her neck and shoulders and face by sweat, both of their bodies were glistening. "Oh Octavius..." She said trying to catch her breath. "That was... amazing."
She was in euphoria at that moment, never had she felt so completely happy as she had just then. Though she had an idea that she wouldn't be walking straight again for a few more days.
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Post by Octavius Thorson on Jul 29, 2012 21:22:43 GMT 1
It was with a mutual cry of ecstasy that Octavius and Vincent finished, his hands upon her breasts and her hands holding them in place as she had been grinding him until they both knew bliss. She fell down atop him and rested her head upon his shoulder, his gaze fell to the window. The sun had gone down long ago and the moon was watching them now. Watching lovers unite. "I can grow accustomed to such worship." he mused with chuckled as one hand ran through her hair.
She lithe frame was resting atop his much larger one now, even now he enjoyed the sight of her soft skin and pale bottom. With one hand he pulled a fur blanket part way over them.
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Post by Vincent Stark on Jul 29, 2012 21:30:17 GMT 1
Vincent chuckled when he mentioned worship. "I think I understand now why you godly types prefer virgin sacrifice." She teased, snuggling against him one hand toying with the ends of his long hair.
She had a fleeting moment of worry as she realized how many times they'd peaked and not used birth control, she really wasn't ready for a child and - she stopped her racing mind. She couldn't possibly get all worked up about something like that, all of the teenagers that did it all the time with out protection and didn't get pregnant she shouldn't have to worry about it with him. She emptied her mind of that silly little thought and resigned her self to head out in the morning for contraception.
"If you wanted I would worship you like this every night..." She said pursing her lips together. "I love you." She whispered very quietly.
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Post by Octavius Thorson on Jul 29, 2012 21:50:15 GMT 1
"Virgin sacrifice? I've not had that...but I shall bring it up at our next PR event." Octavius could see it now. Vincent's father would be proud. Aye, Tony would be proud. He continued stroking her hair, lovingly stroking it. "I shall hold you to that and we shall see how long you last." Octavius replied back before giving a laugh and bringing a hand slapping down on her behind. He was looking down at her now, coated in a layer of well earned sweat. "Aye, and I you Vincent." with that he leaned his head down so that he could place as affection kiss upon her lips.
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Post by Vincent Stark on Jul 29, 2012 21:57:50 GMT 1
She couldn't help laugh when he mentioned the next PR meeting, conjuring up the image of Thor and the other Asgardian's sitting around a glossy board room table talking about what they could do to bolster adoration from their followers.
Vincent kissed him back gently and when their lips parted she propped her self up on her elbow. "Should we order in some food, I'm sure you have a large appetite to appease." She said reaching over for her cell phone, it had fallen out of her sweat pants pocket when he'd removed them and was laying on floor beside the bed.
Once it was in hand she thumbed through the list of contacts for a good delivered meal for the two of them. She was hoping Octavius would pipe up with an idea they'd ordered in enough while drinking that he should have some favorites by now.
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