Deadly passion (CLOSED)

(I'll just type for preparation of tomorrow, just in case.)

Timothy sighed lightly, and dismounted the carriage. He went to the other side, and helped Fiona down, as he looked off towards the distance, at the old, burnt ruins of a once beautiful house, and the two gravestones. He looked towards his right, at Fiona, as he wrapped an arm around her, going behind her neck, then resting on her right shoulder. He looked down at her, and said, "You want to go first?"

Fiona took a deep breath before she began walking towards the old gravestones. As she passed the house she looked at it. Memories of that night flooded her. She kneeled down when they reached the gravestones and placed her hand on the graves. "I miss ya both so much..." As she got more emotional her voice took on an Irish brogue like her father had. "I wish ya were here..."

Timothy, despite it possibly being uncomfortable, crouched down aswell, as if he were about to perform a leap of faith. He put his left hand on her father's gravestone - he never knew the man, yet he figured that he was a good one. He patted the gravestone a couple times, and said to it, "Never knew yeh, pal. Yet I do know, your daughter is one o' the best women I've known, and one of the best people in general.". He slipped lightly into a Scottish accent, similiar to how Fiona slipped into an Irish one. He sighed lightly, as he simply looked at the two graves. Deep down, Timothy thought - if him and Fiona kept having the feelings they have to each other, the McCarthy line might not be anymore, unless her father, or even her mother, had a relative that had lived.

Fiona stood and smiled. "Wait here." She said as she moved to a large old Oak. A large hole sat in the trunk. Reaching in she muttered something in Irish before she began to pull. Whatever she was trying to pull out was stuck. Reaching in with both hands she put her feet up on the trunk before she began pulling again. When it came free she fell to the ground with a thud but in her hand was a very old very expensive bottle of whisky. Standing up she knelt back down by her fathers grave before opening the bottle and poured a bit onto her fathers grave before taking a drink herself. Looking at Timothy she offered him a drink. "This is the second thing I wanted to get." She said with a smile.

Timothy smiled lightly, as he took a swig of the whiskey. He chuckled ligjtly, and said, "Seems like you and my grandfather share the same ideas of a certain item.", as he gave her the bottle back after taking another sip. He looked down at the grave, then back at Fiona, and asked, "So... anything else we need, or should we head out? And, where would we sleep on the way back, now? Just at an inn, together?", and, with the last bit, he went back to smiling lightly, as he still remembered last night and the morning, as he also looked into the sky, enjoying the day.

"Well we won't have much of a choice unless we want to sleep in the wagon." She said smiling before turning to her mothers grave. She touched the headstone and muttered a small prayer before walking back over to the wagon. "Do you want to steer?" She asked as she leaned over and put the bottle in the wooden chest.

Timothy nodded, and, once she got on the seat, grabbed the reins, and urged for the horses to go. As it reached Sunset Timothy said, pointing towards a small village of 9 buildings, he said, "No doubt they've got an Inn. Let's hunker down with our stuff, and go on in.", as he stopped the horses, and went to the back of thencarriage, and picked up the wooden chest.

Fiona hopped down out of the wagon and followed him into the inn. Looking around she thought of the Tavern she had been living in before she meet Timothy. Going up to the owner she requested a room and paid with some money she had on her. She went and told Timothy to come with her and led him to a room up the stairs. The room was the last at the end of the hall.

Timothy opened the door, and picked the chest back up after hemopened it, only to set it in the corner again. Insjde the room, was a simple desk, chair, a small bookshelf with no books, and a bed. This inn was obviously designed for one night stays. Possibly a entire day, aswell. As stepped in, he shut the door, and lit the candle on the desk - providing a small amount of light, barely touching the bed,  bookshelf, and chest. He looked back towards her, and said, "Well - lets get to rest.", he then looked towards the bed, and continued, "And, as I said - bed isn't rrally that large.", as he removed his boots quickly, then shirt, and began working on his pants.

“I’m sure we will figure something out but shouldn't we eat first?” She said as she watched him strip his clothes off. She had to admit she loved the sight of his bear body but she was hungry and food would be wonderful. “Would you like me to go get us some food or do you want to do it?” She said with a smile her eyes scanning his body.

('Grats on the 100th post!)

He sighed, as he stood with no clothes on. He finally said, "Well, honestly not that hungry - I ate some of the food we bought yesterday - so... I guess you can get some if you want to eat. I'll wait up here..." He then pulled out a simple pocket watch from a pouch that he had on aswell, and opened it, and continued, "I'll come and look for ya if you aren't back in 'bout forty minutes. 'Ight?". He sighed lightly, as he sat down on the bed, and nodded for her to head on, as he waited.

Smiling she walked over to him and sat on his lap, pulling off her robes so that she sat in nothing but her pants and boots. Leaning her head in towards his she kissed him deeply, placing her hands on his shoulders. Pulling back she smiles. "I think I can wait until morning to eat food but right now you look good enough to eat. "

Timothy smiled, as she sat on his lap, yet was joyus when she kissed him deeply. When she pulled out of the kiss, he was, unsuprisingly, erect. He looked a bit up at her, enjoying the view he had of her, and asked, a smile on his face, "...ready for another good time?", as he rested his hands around her waist - not ruling in the possibility any other residence of the inn could hear them soon.

She grinned and kissed him again. "I'm more than ready." She told him before kissing him once more. Standing from his lap she turned around and pulled her leather pants down, bending down in front of him before taking them off completely after kicking her boots off. Turning around she sat back in his lap and kissed him again.

(Dangit now I have CinemaSins stuck in my head - 'Scene did not contain a Lap dance. *ding*')

Timothy smiled, as she sat back down, eager for more. One day, he was a man nobody really talked of in the brother hood, ridiculed for being 'too kind'. Now, he was getting more action than some have in five weeks. That was, counting when they were alive. As he looked up at her, he looked back down, focusing on entering her, when finally, he entered her, eflicting a wave of pleasure near his legs, and likely for her aswell.

Gasping as he entered her she laid her head back. Her back arched thrusting her breasts forward as she gave a cry in pleasure. As she began rolling her hips in motion with his own. Leaning forward again she kissed him again.

Returning the kiss, Timothy continued the thrusting - oblivious to the creaking of the bed, and some of the floor boards. All he cared of, as of now, was her. As he thrusted as he moved her hips aswell, he was glad, in general, to be having this exoerience again.

Moaning she felt a familiar pressure building once again as she wrapped her arms around him as she moved her hips faster and harder agents him. The pleasure was unbelievable with him... With him she felt complete.

Timothy continued his pace, yet going all the way in with each thrust - he was going to holdmit in for aslong as possible. Of course, he would have to pull out and do the rest manually - after all, if he simply relied on this to make him come, then luck may not be as present as usual. He was glad, at least, when he felt her tighten up - he had at least lasted longer yet again, luckily.

Fiona panted and moaned loudly with pleasure as she rolled her hips. She held it for as long as possible and when she couldn't take it anymore she cried out in pleasure as her body shook and convulsed with climax.

Timothy smiled lightly as she climaxed, and finally pulled out, and, nearing his climax,  reached his hands down ward below his waist, Fiona still on his legs. Still looking up at her, he began stroking himself, and, finally, came. Like last time, it landed mostly on her stomach, a good deal also landing on her leg.

Smiling she stood up before falling on her back on the bed beside him panting. "Now what will we do when we get back to your house?" She asked still smiling as she laid on her back her eyes closed. They wouldn't be able to do this very often when they got back because of his father and grandfather...

Timothy sighed lightly - he hadn't thought of that. He thought for a second, and said, "Well... My grandfather is and always has been a heavy sleeper, but my father... he might not hear, but, if he does... he might be fine, but that's relying on luck.". He sighed again, as he layed down back next to her. Feeling a bit drowsy, he sighed, yet stayed awake. He looked back over to her, and said, "If we wanted to do so at day, it could be outside. Inside at night is a bit risky."

She nodded and rolled on her side resting her head on his shoulder and placing her arm over his chest. She loved the feel of his body agents her's "We can figure something out." She said as she closed her eyes falling asleep almost instantly.

Timothy smiled, as Fiona fell asleep against him. Wrapping an arm under the back of her head, he smiled, as he, too, slowly drifted into the endless realm of sleep. It did not bother him if the owner walked in, telling them their stay is over, for he had all that he had wanted in his arms.