Spread a little cheer. || Les Courer Enfers

[Angela Waters]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #272029; border: 3px solid #e1e1e1; padding: 45px; border-radius: 0px 0px 200px 200px;] A N G E L A Erase this monster I've become ... She had been with the gang nearly a year and its lieutenant for about the same length of time. In that time, she had found love and she had lost it. Instead of crying over spilled milk, she had thrown herself into her work. In the beginning, she had thought herself above love and all things that were considered weak. She wasn't as strong as she would have liked to hope but still, she was stronger than most of the men in the gang. None of them could see past the mask she put forth, a mask she never took off. During a small scuffle or rather a large one that she considered to be small, her horse had been killed. Since then, she had caught and tamed another. It was a brilliant palomino stallion that she had come to call Phantom. Carefully, the beast picked its way through the path that led to the hideout, a path she could take with her eyes closed and her hands behind her back. When she reached the front, two men trotted out to greet her, their greedy gaze trained upon her saddlebags. She knew they wanted what spoils she had brought along and with time, they'd get their wish. "Take care of the horse, boys, and maybe you'll get back in time before the others steal your share." With a practiced ease, she swung out of the saddle and gave her horse's rump a gentle pat. She carefully removed what she had placed within the saddlebags, coming back with what appeared to be more bags. The real prize lay within the burlap cloth. When one of the men reached for the stallion's black bridle, the beast snapped and came dangerously close to taking a chunk of flesh. Angela couldn't help but chuckle. "Really now, how did you ever manage without me?" She chided quietly, shaking her head and ducking into the 'home' the gang shared. From the outside, it looked like it was abandoned and needed a lot of work but on the inside, it was lavishly decorated; it was fit for a king and all of his royal subjects. She disappeared into her bedroom and closed the door, shedding the over-sized jacket that drowned out her feminine figure. She cleaned up as best as she could then changed into a swanky dress that was rather low-cut. She had modified the outfit herself, using the emerald-colored fabric to show off her bodacious body without revealing too much. It showed off a bit and left much to the imagination. The fabric moved with each lazy sway of her slender hips, accentuating her curves. After freeing her dark hair from its been, allowing the wavy locks to tumble down the length of her back and frame her face just so, she gathered up the burlap bags and left her room. She hummed quietly as she drifted toward the common area and perched in her preferred seat, crossing one leg over the other. She eyed the small gathering and tilted her head, setting the bags near her feet. "Boss lady, what'd you bring us?" One of the men drawled, rubbing his grubby hands on his jean-covered knees. "Hold your damned horses." She muttered, shaking her head slowly from side to side. Amusement sparked in her pale, icy gaze and instead of saying anything further, she opted to bite her tongue. She'd let them wallow in their suspense a while longer. ... Forgive me for all the damage done Words;; 574 Muse;; Click Tags;; Les Courer Enfers Notes;; N/A

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[Ezekiel "Eze" McConnell]

It was as if he’d been across the world and back in a matter of a couple of months. Hell, venturing down to the port of Florida for an opium run was an unpredictable experience. He never knew if he’d spend half the time jumping from time to time to charm the locals with his recent supply. Along the road he had managed to run into a pair of hostile gentlemen, greedily looming over his shoulder in hopes to catch a sight of his hidden supply. Fortunately, he slipped away with inches of his life in danger. He hadn’t been proud to injure one of the men during the unnecessary confrontation. Ezekiel had known from an early age he wasn’t meant to be a gunman. A farmer or a businessman he felt more comfortable with. His skills with a gun was far succumb to that of his younger brother. He preferred a life of peace as to being in the midst of warfare.

The canyon air was stagnant. A brisk breeze filtered throughout the narrow clay walls as his horse relentlessly climbed the inclination. Relief washed over him as his eyes scanned the familiar trademarks in which he had passed months prior. He had missed his little brother in the process of drug smuggling. Ezekiel was more than positive of his brother’s disappointment when he had left. Watching his brother furrow his brows and shake his head had been a sign of disapproval. It was the opium Ezekiel had begun to love the most.

As he entered the break through the canyons, his eyes narrowed along the distance towards the hide-out. Alongside him and his roan horse straggled a mule carrying the hefty supplies of opium. He snapped the reins as he proceeded on towards the barn. He was met by a new face and another Les Coureur Enfer member. Touching the brim of his hat solemnly, Ezekiel dismounted the horse. “Hello, fella’s. Any idea where Lewt may be?” The new member glared at him blankly, spitting in a nearby spittoon as he eyed Ezekiel suspiciously. The other shrugged. “Ain’t know where he headed off to. I reckon towards town with his lady bits. Hell, ain’t keep tabs of him. Say, haven’t seen ya in a lon’ while.” Ezekiel exhaled a long sigh and begun to unsaddle his horse.

“Been ‘round. On business.” He explained briefly, feeling too tired to go into detail. He drew the horse loose and begun to pull the hefty crates from the mule. Patting the mule’s rump, startling him off into the pasture. The men continued to stare at him relentlessly, Ezekiel taking his hat off and wiping his perspiring brow. “I reckon I’m headin’ in. See ya boys later.” The men tipped their hats leisurely in his direction. Quickly, he made his way towards the back door of the hide-out.

He entered the dimly lit dining room, his light eyes scoping a few faces. Clicking the heel of his snakeskin boots against the hardwood of the dining room he looked up and took off his hat. Angela, she had caught his eye once before and she had done it again. He set the sienna hat upon the surface of the mahogany table and exhaled a deep sigh. “Good ol’ Eze, ain’t seen ya in awhile.” Ezekiel nodded and made his way towards the living room, throwing himself into a well cushioned chair. “Reckon I’ve been crossing the country. Stopped by to stash some of my supply here say ‘hello’ and then head into town. How are you folks?” His eyes narrowed towards Angela as he took notice of her illustriously dressed figure. “Hello, Angela. It‘s been far too long.”

[Angela Waters]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #272029; border: 3px solid #e1e1e1; padding: 45px; border-radius: 0px 0px 200px 200px;] A N G E L A Erase this monster I've become ... Her stomach twisted in a small knot when her pale gaze drank in the sight of Ezekiel McConnell. She nibbled on her lower lip and tilted her head the other way. "Indeed, it has been, Ezekiel." She murmured, standing up and smoothing out the green fabric of her dress. She looked around the room and sighed, pushing her fingers through her dark hair. "...and to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit - business as usual?" She purred, her tone teasing. She drifted toward one of the cabinets and reached up to remove a bottle of whiskey. "Can I interest you in a glass, cutie, or are you going to leave before the fun begins?" She queried sweetly, looking over her shoulder at him. Her thoughts traveled back to the breakfast that they had shared together. That had been their first and last meeting up until now. The man certainly knew how to make an impression. She shrugged away her idle musings and retrieved two glasses, pouring whiskey into one of them. Lifting the glass to her lips, she leaned up against the wall and nursed the strong alcoholic beverage. "I hope your travels were well and without incident, Ezekiel." Even if he wasn't in the gang, she worried about him, much as she hated to admit it. Even though they had only met once, he had made quite the impression on her and now, she found herself with a bit of a soft spot for him. It was one of the many things she hid quite well. Scarier still was the fact she could only picture the man on top of her, taking her in ways she'd never been taken before. Perhaps, it was a good thing she'd never be able to entertain those wanton fantasies because it was likely he either wouldn't live up to her expectations and leave her rather disappointed or he'd surpass her expectations and leave her yearning for more. Her face flushed and she ducked behind her hair. The mask slipped out of place for mere moments and soon, it was forced back up. She couldn't ever allow anybody to see the softer side of her, the side she fought so desperately to hide. Her line of work was all she had, the only reason she still found a reason to do more than simply exist. She couldn't throw that away for love, especially not when the man in question was, quite possibly, as flighty as his younger brother. Her hand lifted to rub the back of her neck. Sure, there were times when she hated the job and wanted out but for now, it was the only thing that gave her life meaning and thus, she poured her heart and soul into the work she did for Lewton and more importantly, for the gang. She had been on a dry spell since Duke, since before his wife had come back into the picture and stolen him away from her. Things with him had been easy. All he had expected of her was sex. Now, to add to her wretched mood, there was talk his wife was expecting another child, a sibling for his young daughter, Rebecca. It slammed everything into perspective for her and after that, she'd given up on the ghost called love. She couldn't be the doting mother or the adoring housewife, especially not when she could hardly manage her own problems and opted more often times than not to hide behind her work. ... Forgive me for all the damage done Words;; 582 Muse;; Click Tags;; Les Courer Enfers Notes;; N/A

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[Ezekiel "Eze" McConnell]

Ezekiel hesitated. There was something peculiarly rich in Angela’s fluent voice. A tone he couldn’t quite define. He tilted his head only slightly to the left his steel blue eyes glowering solemnly as he watched the woman rise. Second in hand of the Les Coureur Enfers, yet she was dressed like a boutique model. There was something contradicting in it all. However, Eze enjoyed resting his eyes on the woman. It had been months since he had seen Belle, since their emotional attachment had been torn away from one another. She had upped and left the town of Del Fuego on a whim. Last he had heard of the traveling gypsy was that she was in Dodge City, accompanying a wealthy businessman. Astonishing as it was, Ezekiel sunk into his black and white world of opiates. It numbed every last bit of dread he had left in him.

Ezekiel had almost forgotten about the other men in the room. They had been so still that they merely blended into the wallpaper. His eyes narrowed towards their directions as he adjusted himself in the chair, propping his back up straight. “Yes, business. It’s been a exhausting two months on the road. Nonetheless, I have had much accomplished.” He loosened his jaw as the words flooded out. It was as if he was eager to speak to tell of his travels.

One of the men coughed in a uncomfortable gesture soon after Angela had called him “cutie”. Ezekiel’s lips twisted slightly into a smile as he listened carefully. “That would be most kind of you.” Typically, too much alcohol made him queasy. However, he knew that limiting himself to a drink or two wouldn’t draw too much illness. His eyes grazed her defined features as she delicately poured a drink for both of them. “Thank you, darling.” He muttered softly as she drew forth and handed him the partially filled amber substance. He sipped it lightly, feeling his stomach resist the fire-like fluid from the opiate within his blood.

“How have you been faring out here in the desert? They say the winters out here only get warmer. I’d proclaim they only get more miserable. Not a positive aspect on it but needless to say I’ve seen my share of deserts and of this part is one of the most desolate.” He shrugged his shoulders leisurely as his eyes fell on the half filled glass, swirling around the amber liquid.

[Angela Waters]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #272029; border: 3px solid #e1e1e1; padding: 45px; border-radius: 0px 0px 200px 200px;] A N G E L A Erase this monster I've become ... She shot the man that coughed a glare that had the potential to kill. "I don't act childish when you flirt with the women that reside here so I advise you to keep your damned mouth shut before I carve your tongue out with my bowie knife." She hissed, her words laced with what sounded like malice. The familiar weight of the bowie knife comforted her from where it was strapped to the inside of her thigh. Her face soon softened, though trace amounts of agitation still remained. "I swear, y'all act like children and believe me, it's not a redeeming quality." She shook her head and sank down onto a chair that was nearest to Ezekiel, keeping her attention focused on the alluring man as she sipped the amber liquid in her glass. How was it one man tempted her so? The primal hunger that followed her soon reared its ugly head, causing her to think impossible things. "Well, that's good to hear, sugar. It's good to see you back in one piece." She crooned, flashing him an award-winning smile. "I think Lewt was startin' to get mighty worried 'bout you, though he hid it rather well, between Rio and the copious amounts of alcohol he somehow consumed." Her tone was dry and after she finished speaking, a low chuckle soon followed. When her glass became empty, she got up to pour herself some more and returned with the bottle in hand, holding it poised over his glass in a silent query. When one of her more intoxicated fellows attempted to touch the slender curvature of her rear, she smacked his hand as hard as she could possible manage without spilling a single drop of the whiskey. "Touch me again, just so I can hang your manhood in my hall of shame." She snapped, her eyes narrowing. Where Lewton sometimes encouraged with his antics, she opted instead to keep everybody in line, no matter how badly she hurt them or how badly she upset them. "If you're looking to get laid, I'd suggest the Blackbird but only if you can pay attention to your pockets and to the menagerie of loose women around you." Some of the men were smart and kept their wary gazes trained on the spitfire brunette, just waiting for her to make a move of some sort, instead of spewing the venomous words she was so infamous for. After the excitement had died down, she plopped some cards on the table and sat back down, turning once more to Ezekiel in the hopes she could carry on a somewhat pleasant conversation with him. "Sorry, dear, the boys don't know how to act like grownups just yet." Her tone was now light and teasing as her pale gaze twinkled mischievously. One of the men shook his head. Another soon piped up with a smart remark. "Sorry, mother." She found herself resisting the urge to reach across the table and smack him upside the head, opting to just surprise him later on in the evening. ... Forgive me for all the damage done Words;; 506 Muse;; Click Tags;; Les Courer Enfers Notes;; N/A

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[Ezekiel "Eze" McConnell]

Ezekiel’s eyes narrowed towards the man that had made the mistake of coughing. The woman had more fire than he could have imagined. He graced the brim of the glass against his lips temporarily as he listened intently. It was intriguing listening to a woman of such small structure put a Les Coureur Enfer member in line. He took a brief swig of the amber liquid, savoring the rich substance. Soon after his stomach begun to turn uneasily. He exhaled a painful sigh and set the glass on a nearby side table. The opiate had such a strong hold on him it seemed to torment him if he drank in the wrong substance. Ezekiel quickly loosened his tightly knitted brows in order to keep a eased appearance. He didn’t want anyone knowing he was uneasy.

His eyes flickered towards Angela’s direction as she gracefully made her way towards his direction. Cautiously, he sculpted out her features. Drinking in the seductive warmth of her complexion. He smiled warmly as she sat nearby her eyes dancing upon him for moments before snapping towards another. He pursed his lips, looking away, almost feeling guilty for staring at her with interest. Hell, it wasn’t like him. He wouldn’t be caught dead demeaning a woman with lust. It was but of a mere attraction between the two. This he could sense.

He nodded his head slowly as she spoke. As she flashed him a rich, broad smile he couldn’t help but smile in return. Though his was tired and faint. “All is well, I reckon.” He unsurely tipped his head as he grew silent.

She was quick to make her way across the room in a matter of seconds for a refill. He was astonished to see one of the men’s behavior towards the independent beauty. “Don’t you fella’s know how to treat a woman with respect?” He shook his head and furrowed his brows. Typically, he would not bother to intervene but he had his eye on this young woman. “Sure do, we learned from the best, y’ brother.” One of the men eagerly spat. Ezekiel exhaled a drawn-out sigh and shook his head. “Who woul’ of figured.”

Ezekiel watched the slender woman move about the room after the situation had died down. Quietly, he observed her with subtle interest beaming within his eyes. He was sure in those moments that everyone could notice his planted stares on Angela. “I suppose that would be a mighty fine idea, boys. Get yourself some company down at the old Blackbird Saloon.” Hell, it was just a excuse to be alone with the woman. His loneliness on the road had devoured every aspect of his usually shy nature. Ezekiel kept his eyes on the lovely woman as she sat nearby him. Without hesitation the men mumbled several words and bustled out the back door of the hide-out.

“I’m astonished to say the least, it worked.”

[Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins]

The floor creaked as Jer moved his weight on the couch. Jer's right injured leg was up on a bunch of pillows. He had a guitar on his chest, but he was not playing it. There was a jug whiskey on his side. He had declined the women to be near him. He was not to have them near him. He had one woman on his mind. That is another story that goes with the wound in his leg. The gang stopped teasing him since the optium runner came in.

Jer sat there in silence watching the others look like monkeys. Jer did not feel like smiling. He had all lot on his mind. So, he sat there watch, pulling his gun, holding it and ready to use it. He cocked it to show someone was on guard.

He had notice Angela was looking handsome and gorgeous at the same time. He was well aware what was going on with her. Still, his blue eyes watched the third party carefully

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[Angela Waters]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #272029; border: 3px solid #e1e1e1; padding: 45px; border-radius: 0px 0px 200px 200px;] A N G E L A Erase this monster I've become ... After everybody had left, she got up and moved to straddle his lap. Her arms twined around his neck and her lips found his in a fervent kiss. Her tongue darted out, daring to trace his bottom lip before she pulled away and smirked. "This is your welcome home present, Ezekiel McConnell." She purred, not seeming to care in the least as her dress rode up, revealing several inches of her tanned, supple thighs. Without saying anything further, she pulled away from him and eased down onto the ground, wedging herself between his legs. What she had planned was illegal, but she didn't care. A lot of what she did was illegal so what was one more thing to add to the ever-growing list? She looked up at him from beneath her lashes and slowly undid his pants. She wanted - needed - release as well, but she'd hold off on her own wants until he was partially satisfied. It was when she noticed Jeremiah that she cursed and shot to her feet. Her hand grasped Ezekiel's, and she tried to tug him to his feet. She'd be damned if she didn't get some sort of release. She even had the courtesy to fasten his pants back up, much to her dismay. She glowered at the boy, her pale gaze narrowed into nothing more than mere slits. "Don't you fucking point that gun at Ezekiel!" She hissed, smacking it out of his hands. A bullet came whizzing from the gun and wound up burying itself into the wall. "He's Lewt's older brother and unless you'd rather have Lewt stringing you up by your damned toenails, I'd suggest leaving Ezekiel the hell alone." Truth be told, she was more upset that the boy's presence had interrupted what she had been intending to do. With nothing further to add to the conversation, she maneuvered the apple of her eye to her bedroom and closed the door behind her, making certain it was locked. She gestured quietly to the bed. "On the bed." She commanded, her voice sultry. She made no attempt to apologize for her earlier actions. In her eyes, the little bastard deserved so much more. She shrugged off her dress, allowing it to pool on the floor at her feet. Even if she wanted to, which she didn't, there wasn't any going back now. ... Forgive me for all the damage done Words;; 391 Muse;; Click Tags;; Les Courer Enfers Notes;; Blargh, pregnancy and this...just...erm... :l

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[Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins]

She smacked his gun out of his hands, the bullet went off hitting the wall. The gun would not go off if she kept her hands away. He was aware that was Lewt's brother, but he had his reasons to have his gun out. . He does not trust people who are not in the gang.

He was all for them to have sex in front of him. He wasn't going to protest. Dang it. It was something to watch. He had his whiskey. He grabbed the bottle, took the cork out, brought the bottle neck to his lips, tipped the whiskey in his mouth, he swallowed all lot down. It was working. He got drunk. It was numbing the pain. He placed the cork back in, tucked the bottle down in the couch. He took his guitar, held it was like a lady, held it against him. He missed that crazy damsel. He passed out like a drunk.

---End for J. Atkins for the thread unless it changes

[Ezekiel "Eze" McConnell]

Ezekiel shifted in his chair as she moved diligently towards him. As she straddled him he grew solemn with the fresh suspense of a woman touching him. Her fragrance was rich with whiskey and lilac. Inhaling the bitterly sweet scent with a intrigued expression on his face. She pulled into him roughly, her lips meeting his. Her rose lips drew him deeper into the heavy waves of high. Drawing him into a euphoric state. Taking her in as he pursed his lips against hers in return. He would of never seen this coming. He closed his eyes briefly before opening them to the sound of clicking behind Angela’s figure. Within his short range of vision he watched a dark-haired young man venture up with a rather dissatisfied, disgruntled expression. As Jeremiah pulled his gun out and pointed it directly at Ezekiel he looked down at Angela staring up at him from the ground.

Before he could respond to the young man’s unhesitant actions, Angela spoke. Ezekiel did not move his eyes narrowing slightly as she snapped at Jeremiah. His eyes narrowed down to the leather gun belt strewn about his hips. Ezekiel was slow to draw, this he knew all too well. Jeremiah would have a much better opportunity to shoot him down before he’d even have the chance. However, before the predicament could be ended by his abrupt death Angela quickly removed him from the room and into hers. As she closed the door behind the both of them he shook his head. “I reckon I’m not well liked around these parts.”

Unsurely, subjected to her words, he made his way to the edge of her bed. Languidly looking about the room his eyes sculpted out the bed he sat upon. “Wait, don’t you suppose...we should talk first. I’ve hardly gotten the opportunity to get to know you.” It was a peevish thing to say in those moments. Most men would be jumping out of their clothes. However, Ezekiel was much more of a gentleman then those men. He shook his head and laughed as he watched the expression on her face change. “Forgive me, it’s been awhile I suppose.” He slowly removed his over shirt and wiped his brow. “You look beautiful, darling. I must say, you look most beautiful in these moments. That is when you have fire in your eyes.”

Chuckling, he laid down against the cool bed sheets.

[Angela Waters]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #272029; border: 3px solid #e1e1e1; padding: 45px; border-radius: 0px 0px 200px 200px;] A N G E L A Erase this monster I've become ... She flashed a smile and went to the bed. She didn't straddle him at first, opting to lay beside him and plant feather-light kisses along his neck. A low chuckle of her own bubbled in the depths of her throat. "Well...there's not much to know, Ezekiel..." She murmured, lifting her head to brush her lips along his. The taste that linger there aroused her in ways she wasn't quite certain of. She knew the heat between her thighs had grown and in that moment, she wanted nothing more than to feel him buried within her, to have his body moving against hers. She tilted her head and nibbled on her lower lip. "I came from up north, Maine. She began softly, teasing his abdomen with her fingertips. "I left home at sixteen and have been on my own up until about a year ago when I met up with your brother. Well...erm..." She faltered and shifted, resting her head against his shoulder. She tried to collect herself, as she oftentimes didn't talk about herself. She was usually content to just listen in on everybody else. "I owe him a lot, y'see..." She shivered closed her eyes for a moment or so. "I stumbled on the hideout by chance, faint from hunger and exhaustion. He took me in, and I hadn't intended to stay long but somehow, I wound up in the gang and not long after, I was his second in command. Hell, I still don't know what he saw in me." She chuckled quietly and rolled on top of him, straddling his lap and resting her hands gently atop his chest. Her head tilted and her dark, tousled hair created a curtain around her tanned features. The slip she was wearing, the one thing that separated her from being entirely nude, slipped up, much like her dress had. She moved her hands from his chest only long enough to guide his hands toward her hips. "I'm twenty-five, never been married, never been with child, and I've never had a long-term job that was legal. I came from a wealthy family with more money than brains, I know how to get what I want, I can gain control of a situation with relative ease, I'm an excellent strategist, I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty, and I know how to take care of myself." She chuckled quietly and winked, leaning down to kiss him softly. She knew there was more to be said and considering he seemed to genuinely want to get to know her, she figured she could spill the beans. What harm could it do? "I traveled a lot, I never stayed long in one place until now, I often posed as a man to get jobs that had better pay, and there's always going to be a small part of me that wants to settle down and have a family but..." She trailed off and gave a limp shrug then gave him what appeared to be a grimace. "...'s just not in the cards for me." She gave a weak chuckle and shook her head, kissing him once more. "I think that about sums it up." She said finally, wondering if he'd take over, abandon talking all together, or just walk away. ... Forgive me for all the damage done Words;; 542 Muse;; Click Tags;; Ezekiel Notes;; N/A

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[Ezekiel "Eze" McConnell]

Ezekiel’s eyes settled on the graceful woman before him as she neared. His stomach seemed to relax as her luscious lips planted gentle kisses along his neck. It occurred to him in those moments that he felt most relaxed. Taking in the succulent, sweet scent of the woman as she brushed against him ever so softly. As she spoke she moved gently against him and from his arousal, his interest in her grew. However, he trained his lingering mind to her words. Taking them in gratefully.

“Maine? I knew that much you were not of confederate blood.” He teased, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as she moved against him. He closed his eyes and exhaled a deep breath. “Oh?” He arched his eyebrows curiously as she explained how his younger brother had helped her. He sat up slightly as she explained her confusions. Leaning on one elbow he graced his fingertips gently down her narrow cheekbones to her slender shoulders. “Well, sometimes us McConnell’s see something magnificent in people that others don’t see.” A smile tugged on each corner of his lips as he explained. “Therefore, darling, ya must have some profound talent within ya that even you can’t see.” He gave her a subtle wink.

Within a matter of seconds she was on top of him and he was flat upon his back. For a woman, she was damn strong. Ezekiel was impressed. He peered up at her with intense curiosity burning within his steel blue eyes. “There in lies your true talents. They say strategists are spectacular manipulators. Would you say so yourself?” He tilted his head slightly, a taunting smile planted upon his lips.

He listened with great interest within his eyes. His hands slowly ventured up to her hips and allowed them to settle. There was something peculiar in it all as to why Ezekiel was allowing the situation to move so quickly. It had been a harsh blow to his emotions when Belle had left, however, he knew he needed to let it go. Angela was beautiful. It was these moments he let slip by because of his shy nature. “I’m glad you told me a little ‘bout yourself. Perhaps, in time, you will tell me of your travels. You seem like a mighty intellectual and profoundly interesting woman.” He paused and clutched her hips tighter.

“You are strong. To be on your own and on the road at such a early age is not a easy experience. Your strong demeanor makes you all the more erotic.” He chuckled after he finished up his last sentence. He traced his fingers lightly up her sides.

[Angela Waters]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #272029; border: 3px solid #e1e1e1; padding: 45px; border-radius: 0px 0px 200px 200px;] A N G E L A Erase this monster I've become ... She found herself shivering in response to his touch, though not in a bad way. "Darlin', I pride myself as more a Southerner than a Yankee." Her soft, teasing words were soon followed by an equally playful wink as she brushed her lips along his. "Spent the past nine years below the Mason–Dixon Line, rather than above it. North's too cold for my blood, both in mannerisms an' temperature." Her nose crinkled disdainfully at the mere thought of the hassles that came with stumbling through snow. Texas was about as far south as she wanted to go without venturing into South America. Her thoughts drifted, reminding her that she'd be twenty-six this year. What exactly had she done with her life? Not much, she supposed. Sighing quietly, she bit her lip and took his hands gently within her own, moving them so that they cupped her bosom. "Ezekiel, normally I'd agree with you but small chatter's not my cup of tea in moments like these and normally, I'm the one to take control but..." She trailed off, a chuckle slipping easily past her lips. She still couldn't process how or why she wanted a man as badly as she wanted Ezekiel McConnell. It was something entirely new for her, and she wanted to explore it. "...I want you to be the one that takes control tonight. You might be shy, but I think you might just wind up surprisin' yourself." Again, she was teasing him, meeting his pale gaze evenly with her own. A small part of her had fantasized about this moment since they had shared breakfast together in his place above the gunnery. A tiny part of her knew it was ten levels of wrong, considering she had already slept with his younger brother, but she was the type to acknowledge it and not care. She hadn't even known Lewton a full day before she allowed him to have sex with her. Her and Ezekiel barely knew each other, even though they had been acquainted for a few months. She had unknowingly slept with a married man, on top of what she had done/was about to do with the McConnell brothers. She knew what it all said about her but again, she just didn't care. Acts of intimacy helped her to feel more...human. "Mmm...you look mighty fine from this angle..." She mused aloud, tilting her head as if to get a better view of him. She wouldn't have any trouble getting lost within those eyes of his and not finding her way back, it'd probably be well-worth it. ... Forgive me for all the damage done Words;; 428 Muse;; Click Tags;; Ezekiel Notes;; N/A

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