Murphy McManus (Neophyte) 04/29/09 01:18 AM 76.214.153.153	You keep yourself busy until the rain stops [[Travi]]
	[[A continuation of What do you do when it rains cats and dogs?]] Travi's moan elicited one from himself, and it rumbled deeply in his chest before making itself fully audible. She was so close to him, so eager, so warm and alive that it caused Murphy's body to involuntarily shudder against hers. She had been all too careful up until this point to let him know that he was cracking, they both had, and even up until just then it had all been a game. But things were different now. It was no longer a game. The chase was over, the hound had finally captured his fox and had it pinned to the ground... or would soon. Her voice was sultry and silky in his ear, and her breath was hot against his skin. He moaned in agony of waiting and leaned against her, his hands becoming more bold in their exploration of her curves. Each word she spoke was agonizingly slow and almost quite painful in the anticipation. Murphy could feel his own desire swell deep within him, his skin become very warm as the blood rushed to all the right places in an almost euphoric state. Traviata pulled away from him and Murphy's grip tightened around her waist to prevent her from leaving. Now that he had her he was like a wolf protecting his feast, his captured prey. His possessiveness wasn't so much about keep others away from her, but for keeping her near him. But much to his relief, she rectified her mistake by pressing her soft lips against his in a single kiss. He inhaled sharply, his tongue testing the waters by tasting her lips with such sweet gratitude of finally being given the chance. Murphy had had enough and was done playing games. Games were for children, and they were definitely not children. Murphs placed both hands on her ass and with one great surge of energy, lifted her off the ground so she could wrap her legs around his waist. He moved forward and practically slammed the two of them into the wall behind her, but it didn't stop him from claiming his prize. He squeezed her ass forcefully and let his lips drift frantically to the soft skin on her neck, suckling and leaving tiny bite marks here and there as though marking her. Ever the territorial one. His lips parted and he breathed a hot growl against her lips as he captured them again. This was definitely not what he had expected for his lazy evening alone.
Traviata Guerrini (Neophyte) 04/29/09 04:56 PM 98.228.109.122	Re: You keep yourself busy until the rain stops [[Travi]]
	It seemed as if they'd been at this game forever, with no winner up until this point. Traviata had to admit that while her pride was hurt that she'd cracked first, she was thankful for the tension finally being released. She was near insane with desire for him, and it seemed that every time they did this little dance, they got closer... but never close enough. It took all of her strength not to growl out a 'finally', but she held her tongue. Nevertheless, it was difficult to resist. She could almost hear his heart beating, a quick, hard rhythm to match hers. Her chest heaved with shallow breath. Murphy's moan only coaxed her further, and she arched her back against his touch. Traviata was nearly mad with want, going insane with the torturous waiting. She loved the feel of his hands, calloused and strong against her figure. Little gasps and moans jumped from her lips as he explored her person more freely, and she found herself pushing against him more. She could feel her heart rate increasing and the heat of her body going up right along with it. Her arms snaked up around his neck and her hands rested, strangely contorted and tangled in his hair. She was adoring how absolutely possessive he seemed to be with her. She would be lying if she said she didn't love the way he so forcefully held onto her. The taste of his tongue against hers and the feeling of it against her own lips and tongue made her shudder, a prickling warm sensation overtaking her thighs and the space between them. She moaned audibly into the kiss, loving the sweetness of his lips mixed with the lingering flavor of tobacco. She melted against him, finally giving in to the burning lust she'd been harboring since they'd first gotten to know each other. Traviata gasped lightly at just about every move he made; he certainly knew how to get her going. The feeling of his hands on her ass and the suddent lift brought a yelp through her lips as she synchronized herself with him, locking her legs together around his waist. Traviata was brilliant in the flexibility department, and as such, was able to hang onto him without a problem at all. The smack of her back against the wall jarred her a bit and she whimpered. It hurt a little, but she didn't mind the pain... it was all the more exciting. The little yelp of pain was followed by a low, almost desperate moan. She wanted him, badly. Traviata arched her back, digging her nails into the flesh at the back of his neck as his lips claimed her flesh. She couldn't contain the moans that left her mouth, mixed with inane babble that sometimes found itself intermingled with his name. She growled back against his lips and bit gently on his bottom one before claiming him in a fierce, passionate kiss. She ground her hips against him as she wrapped her legs tighter. Traviata's mind was racing. She wished she could just... rip everything off of him and have her wicked, wicked way, right then and there. On the other hand, the building up to a furious tumble was certainly proving to be an adventure she couldn't get enough of. Dragging her lips across his cheek, she moved toward his ear with a little lick and kiss every so often. Her teeth found his earlobe and dragged lightly as a low, daring purr rumbled hot against him from her throat. She was letting him know she wanted him. Words were no longer necessary.
Murphy McManus (Neophyte) 04/29/09 07:16 PM 76.214.153.153	Re: You keep yourself busy until the rain stops [[Travi]]
	Murphy had always been a violent person. His mind just worked in different ways than that of other people, and even his lupine secret couldn't fully carry the blame. The McManus twins had always had a knack for getting into trouble, but what made the two such great assets was the fact that they also had a knack for getting theselves out of trouble. For Murphy, that often meant beating his way past a few guys and leaving with a few black eyes and busted lips less than his competition. But his interactions didn't stop there. His temper and possessive nature also made him a violent lover. It was all about the claiming dominance, claiming the lover as though protecting a prized treasure from any and all contenders. For Murphy, that was Traviata. His body tensed against hers as her nails found a soft spot on the back on his neck, and he rumbled his approval in a low moan against the flesh on her neck. The way her fingers tangled themselves in his scruffy hair made him grunt softly as his teeth found a soft palette of flesh where her neck met her shoulder. He bit down, not hard enough to draw blood, but to leave a mark, his mark, on her. Even when she whimpered softly at the force in which the two had met the wall, it didn't slow his lips' exploration of her body. The whimper was quiet, almost needy and it made Murphy's blood grow hot. He felt his body strain against the restriction of clothing, the jeans he'd been wearing that day suddenly becoming almost suffocating to his desires to take her. He couldn't, wouldn't wait longer to explore her. He had waited long enough, and he somehow knew that she felt the same, her purr confirming it. With his hands still planted firmly on her ass, he lifted her easily again and stepped away from the wall. She hardly weighed anything and his powerful arms strained very little in carrying her. His lips moved up towards her ear, his breath hot against the lobe as he spoke. "Enough games," he rumbled and stepped into one of the spare bedrooms that had a mattress on the floor. There were a few mattresses and makeshift beds in the flat for when the Rat Pack needed to stay together, but tonight Murphy was glad that the others were nowhere to be seen. The rest of the room had random boxes of guns and other useful materials stacked up three and four high. That wasn't what Murphy was interested in. Murphy tilted her forward and gently tossed her onto the mattress on her back, following and immediately putting his hands to good use. Now that they were no longer occupied by supporting her, he pulled away from her for a moment to tear his own wifebeater away from his chest and discarding it to the floor carelessly. His descended on her again, one powerful arm supporting his own weight above her so he wouldn't crush her while the other slid down her side before slithering boldly beneath her top to rest on her ribs. He was committing her body to memory, every curve, every scar, he wanted to remember it exactly as she was right then laying beneath him. "Jesus Christ, Travi..." he breathed, "What d'you do t'me, girl?" His tongue flicked forward to suckle on her earlobe as his hand slid further up beneath her top.
Traviata Guerrini (Neophyte) 04/29/09 08:45 PM 98.228.109.122	Re: You keep yourself busy until the rain stops [[Travi]]
	Traviata in her own right was a fairly dominant woman, and generally tended to be dominant in the bedroom... unless the person she was with, of course, commanded themselves more firmly than she did. Murphy was turning out to be the type to want all the power, and this provided a much-needed challenge for the ferocious feline. She loved the idea of him tossing her around, loved the idea of being able to challenge him - or at least try to. He seemed fairly assertive, aggressive even, in his advances. she found herself completely taken with everything he did. It was like he matched her perfectly, somehow. She felt herself leave the wall, presently unaware of much else aside from the friction between her body and Murphy's. He was so strong, it made her feel weightless. Her fingers tangled more in his hair and pulled a bit, groaning low as he growled into her ear. "No more chasing," she murmured in a breathless whisper. Traviata wanted him far too much for things to stop where they were. It would have been pure torture. No more wasted time. She wanted him, and she wanted him now. She dug her nails into the flesh of his shoulders as he carried her into one of the spare rooms, and she leaned her head against him, pressing her lips to his forehead. A sigh of contentment escaped against his skin just before Traviata found herself tossed onto a mattress, inhaling sharply as she bounced in place. Her lips remained parted as she moaned at every touch. She nearly pouted when he pulled away, but seeing for what purpose he'd done so, her expression quickly changed. She looked up at him, lids heavy, and bit down hard on her bottom lip. The sight of his bare chest was enough to make her arch up in want. Her hands both grabbed for and clawed at the arm that he explored her body with, her nails digging in violently. Her chest rose and fell heavily with each deep breath she drew, and she let her head fall back. Her eyes rolled up and she groaned, squirming involuntarily as her desire only built. Traviata knew that she would never, ever be able to forget each caress, each kiss, each movement that he made. His fingertips left a permanent etching in her skin; a burning she couldn't shake. Her fingertips slid up his arm, nails dragging lightly, until she came to his shoulder. Her hands separated and one moved to each side of him, caressing down his arms. Gentle touches caught scars he had, traced over tattoos, each contour of muscle. The feeling of him elicited more sighs and moans of pleasure, approval of his form. She clawed down his chest, looking to where her hands left their mark, and smirked in satisfaction of the white-turning-red of his skin. At his words, she felt she might explode.... felt she might burst with all of her lust. Every inch of Traviata ached for him, and she felt as if she might lose herself before they were even coupled. With a gulp, she breathed in response to him in little shaky moans. "I'll tell you..." she gasped at the tongue on her ear as he pushed his shirt away from her skin, "... when you tell me what you..." she fought the urge to force his hand faster, as the tantalizingly slow speed was just as wonderful, "... do to me.." She arched her back, lifting up a bit, bringing herself closer to him. Twisting her arms back around his head, she tugged gently at his hair to bring his lips back to hers and met them with a forceful, heat-ridden kiss full of passion and unbridled desire.
Murphy McManus (Neophyte) 04/29/09 09:08 PM 75.41.67.196	Re: You keep yourself busy until the rain stops [[Travi]]
	Murphy's hands became rougher, more urgently caressing her form as though he had limited time to do so. For all he knew, he did. Who knew when Ivy would come to check up on things in the Headquarters or when Connor was heading back to London from his trip off causing trouble elsewhere. The last thing he needed, wanted, was to have someone like his brother barge in on the two of them and ruin everything Murphy had so patiently been playing the game for. He hadn't ever really planned on such an explosion of lust and desire to erupt between the two of them, but since the first day that the two Rat Pack rebels had met, he could tell that their relationship was going to me an interesting, if not enticing, one. Ever since then he and Traviata had each played their part, waiting ever so patiently for the other to snap so they could finally discover what they'd been chasing after. It was a delightful ending to the perfect game... or was it the beginning of a new one? Murphs' hand on her ribcage dared to be bold and move further beneath her shirt. Though his urgency was echoed in his lips as they played across her skin, his moans as they rumbled deeply in his throat, his hands moved agonizingly slow across her form. Frantic as they were, Murphy wasn't out of the game... yet. He wanted to make her squirm, make her want him so badly that she could hardly stand herself. And it seemed to be working. Her own nails found his chest and he winced in a grunt against her lips. So the kitten had claws too, it seemed, and she knew how to use them. His tongue probed her mouth, tasting her and burning her into his memory so he would never forget such ambrosia. When she arched her back upwards and her body thrust towards his, Murphy took the opportunity to slip an arm around her waist and hold her closely to his chest for a moment while his lips found hers again. He was growing hot, yearning, his body aching for the release that only she could provide. In a swift motion, Murphy rolled on the bed, now with his bare back to the mattress and with his sultry companion lying on his chest. Murphy's hands reached towards her waist. The shirt that he once found so enticing on her was lifted away from her body in one single motion, freeing her breasts from their confines. Murphy arched his groin upwards as his lips coarsely traced a path from her jawbone to her collarbone. He smiled against her skin and his hands found her thighs, tugging them forward so that her legs straddled him and his ever hardening bulge. "And what do I do t'you, Traviata?" Her name rolled off his tongue like liquid gold, and he soon put that tongue to good use by flicking it forward to taste a perfectly round nipple.
Traviata Guerrini (Neophyte) 04/29/09 11:24 PM 98.228.109.122	Re: You keep yourself busy until the rain stops [[Travi]]
	Traviata and Murphy had been dancing around each other, doing a very dangerous tango, ever since they'd first met. Now that it was all coming to fruition, she found herself wanting more. In the back of her mind, as her full conscious was occupied with more important things, she hoped that this would not be their only encounter. It seemed that they were winding themselves around each other in an intricate web of companionship and raw lust. Perhaps the game they'd played so far would continue thusly and develop into an even more enticing game. She played right into his hands, her form molding to his touch perfectly. Traviata was certain he was being so slow on purpose, just to torture her. She knew he wanted her to work for it, and as much as she wanted to hold out on him, she was finding herself weakening with every moment that passed. Her tongue circled his frantically, exploring his mouth as one of her hands came up to rest on his face. Her thumb ran over his cheek tenderly, a rare gentle moment in this violent romp, as she felt herself pulled tight against him. How long had she wanted this? Since they'd first laid eyes on each other; since they'd first began their subtle flirtations. She'd sworn to herself that eventually she would have him, like putty in her palm... and here he was, changing that role on her. She was like clay to him, softened and made for him to mold and shape the way he wanted. Traviata was practically a slave to his will, each electric touch of skin on skin affirming her need to allow herself to succumb. The flip brought a small yip of surprise to spring from her throat, but she was very comfortable. Their forms just seemed to mesh perfectly, which was all the more alluring to the woman. The cool air on her freshly exposed torso caused her skin to raise with goosebumps, brought her nipples to a pucker, and brought a gasp to her lips. Her elbows and forearms rested at either side of his head, hands lazily tangled in his hair, as she felt him grind against her. His lips on her bare flesh drove her absolutely insane as she moaned out, much louder than she had before, her legs moving so she lowered her groin against his. She ground against him, gasping and whimpering at the feeling of his girth through both of their overly-confining clothes. It took every ounce of her self control not to just rip everything off of him and herself and jump right on him. No, the torture of dragging things out was all the more arousing. She was certain that the heat and moisture from her own sex had begun to make itself known both visually and through the cloth, and she made sure to rub against him in all the right ways to make that known. "What do you do?" she purred, gasping and moaning out loudly as his tongue claimed the sensitive mound, "Oh, Murphy..." she groaned, "You make me insane, you know that?" The words slipped from her mouth like liquid, melding together in one long moan. "You have any idea... how long..." the words faded into nothing, a chorus of breath and moaning. The cacophony of their sounds only excited her more, and she found herself freeing a hand from leaning to drag down his chest, playing at the flesh just below the waistband inside of his pants. She could feel the coarse hairs that littered his navel, and a smirk came to her lips. That smirk found itself pressed against his hair wherever she could reach while his head was occupied elsewhere, and she breathed hot against him. "Voglio ritenere tutto..." she murmured. She could only hope he knew what it meant. {{ "Voglio ritenere tutto" - "I want to feel everything." }}
Murphy McManus (Neophyte) 04/30/09 12:01 AM 75.41.67.196	Re: You keep yourself busy until the rain stops [[Travi]]
	For once in his life, Murphy didn't envy his brother. He wasn't bitter that Connor had inherited the magical genes from both of their parents while he remained cursed, or that he had been favored by Ivy to go off on something dangerous and new. For once in his life, Murphy was content with being Murphy, and he was having a dangerous and new adventure all his own. No, he didn't envy Connor, not when he had the the affections and undivided attention of the Italian vixen whom for so long had captivated his. Murphy wrapped his arms around her waist and held her body close to his bare chest, reveling in the pure bliss of just being content for one brief moment in his unusual life. It was a well known fact that Murphy led a dangerous and hectic lifestyle, all of them did. It wasn't as though any of them had led a particularly fabulous or posh life prior to joining the Rat Pack. Being part of a politically radical group kind of did that to you. Murphy was constantly on the run, constantly making sure to cover his tracks so they wouldn't lead back to the group of people he'd come to known as family over the years. But what Traviata seemed to provide that the others could not was comfort, both physical and emotional, that was a welcome respite from his daily monotony of pretending to not exist. She made him exist. He could feel a welcoming heat from the mound between her legs, and his own heat sprang to respond. Even the smallest touch of her fingers playing in his hair made his body tense with anticipation, his member becoming taut and straining against the prison of his jeans. His tongue swirled around her nipple while his hands freely roamed the plains of her back. His fingers etched along her shoulder blades, down her spine and feathering across her firm ass. Her body reacted to his exactly as his reacted to her. He was physically in control, but only by sheer force of physical strength. In reality, she was calling the shots. Each moan from her lips caused him to react, each movement of her lithe form caused him to respond, and each moment that passed caused his resolve to resist her to fade. Her hands roamed too, it seemed, and Murphy elicited a small grunt as her fingers pushed slightly past his waistband. She was the Queen of Teasing to his King, and knew how to take the crown. When his own name rippled off her silky tongue, Murphy's erection ached to be released. Releasing her nipple from the grasp of his suckling, Murphy's hands slid down to the waist of his jeans and undid the button as well as releasing the zipper. It didn't relieve all the pressure, but it was enough to cause him to sigh gently. His lips found hers while his hands occupied themselves with the perk nipples against his chest. "I' il ll si assicura di quello." [[I' il ll si assicura di quello - I'll make sure of that]]
Traviata Guerrini (Neophyte) 04/30/09 07:28 PM 98.228.109.122	Re: You keep yourself busy until the rain stops [[Travi]]
	Traviata had been shadowed over by her proper, slightly-older, over-achieving, intelligent twin for the majority of her life. Eliana had been their mother's favorite, and though Traviata was favored by their father, she still felt a sense of aching for being wanted all around. All her life, she'd wandered from place to place - a vagabond, all on her own. Her sister chose a less wayward path... and often, Traviata would find herself completely alone. In joining with Ivy and the McManus twins, she'd found companionship - but none so much as what Murphy seemed to offer her. There was a strange, silent understanding between the two of them that mingled in with their flirtation. Traviata could feel a sense of protection with him that she didn't really get with the others. She knew they had each other's backs, and deep down, that comforted her. He made her feel safe in an otherwise turbulent existence. The knowledge of that connection made their caresses, their touches, that much more electrifying for the heat-ridden woman. Traviata arched her body, leaning back a little and relaxing her ass against the tops of his thighs. Every touch seemed to be burnt into her skin permanently, leaving a mark she wouldn't soon forget. Her breath caught in her throat, growing weaker by the minute. His fingertips lingered on her skin, and she memorized every move he made. As his hands came to her ass, she gasped lightly, moan escaping her lips and falling upon his bare shoulder as she brought her body back down against him. She found his hands as they fumbled to undo his own pants, nails dragging against his wrists. She found that the freeing of the basic restraint of his jeans was most beneficial, and she slid her fingertips below his waistband again. She pushed past whatever other cloth came between she and her prize, and dragged her fingertips lightly on the tender flesh and through the hair that surrounded the heat of his erection. Traviata wanted him, wanted to feel him; she wanted to make him buck and melt into her the way he was making her melt to him. Met with another kiss, she couldn't stifle the loud moan that came from being against him. Her fingertips spread wider and brushed lightly against the base of his hardened manhood, barely grazing the skin. She flinched a bit, a blush spilling over her cheeks at the contact. Traviata wasn't normally one to blush but for a moment, just a brief moment, she felt new... refreshed, almost virginal all over again. Something about him, something he did to her, just sent her reeling like an innocent little thing for the blink of an eye. The way his voice, low and rough, melted against her ear in her native tongue made Traviata go absolutely stir-crazy. "Murphy," she breathed, grinding her chest more against him, against his hands. Her fingers grew bold again, slowly making a caress of the smooth, hot flesh she'd found just moments prior. He teased her, she'd tease right back... game, set, match.
Murphy McManus (Neophyte) 04/30/09 09:17 PM 75.41.67.196	Re: You keep yourself busy until the rain stops [[Travi]]
	Perhaps it had been the electrically charged adrenaline of Traviata almost being beaten to death that had sent the two over the line of simply playing games into more dangerous territory, or even more likely, a shared loneliness that was remedied by a companionship they found in each other. Perhaps it was the fact that they had both been inferior partner is different sets of twins. Murphy would never show it, and his outwardly aggressive and crude behavior was to make up for the fact that he had always felt unappreciated in his family because his brother had been blessed with the magical genes that he did not possess. What he was blessed with was a lack of unnatural power and a curse that incapacitated him once every month on the full moon cycles. He'd definitely drawn the short straw in the genetic lottery, but Murphy never resented or hated his brother for it. He had always been a little jealous, but he never wished any harm on his twin. And whether it was the reason or not, he couldn't help but feel that Traviata shared a similar fate. Always second-fiddle to her own sister. It was one of the many reasons that Murphy felt his connection with Travi was different than with that of Ivy. It was just an unspoken understanding. Murphs' hands roamed and trailed along her skin. Delicately at first, as though in fear of harming a flower petal or a bird's feather, but when she moaned and sighed against him his hands became more fervent, rough. His hunger was almost incapacitating and she was what he needed to satiate it. His lips suckled on hers, teeth nipping at her bottom lip every so often. When her hands drifted down to where his jeans had come unzipped and slithered a little more down from his waist, he arched his back suddenly, almost violently up against her hand. He inhaled in a sharp hiss through clenched teeth and threw his head back as a whole new range of sensations flooded his already overcharged thoughts. His fingers clutched desperately at her breasts for some kind of footing to keep his head grounded. He failed. "Jesus Christ, Travi," he echoed her moan as his body relaxed, barely. Her touch was feather light and drove him mad in all the right ways. He needed to do something soon or he was going to... propping himself up on his elbows, Murphy wrapped one arm around her waist, spinning the two of them so that Traviata was flat on her back again and he hand one strong arm beside her head to prop his body above hers. His somewhat shaggy hair fell into his face as he looked down at her, eyes laden with lust and an arrogant smirk that seemed to scream wild passion. With one arm propping himself, his free hand slid along her ribs, waist, hips, before finally resting beneath the waistband of her shorts. His jeans were almost halfway off, it was only fair she joined the fray. Slowly but with a certain urgency, his fingers slithered to tug at the boxers around her waist in an attempt to free her from their confines and allow him better access. After a few more moments of delaying the pleasure with agonizing slowness, his fingers found their prize. The heat from her mound was warm and fueled his own arousal. "You always were so invitin'," he teased with a low whisper in her ear before his slid a single digit inside of her. She was well prepped for him, it seemed and the ease at which his finger slid inside her made his boldness grow. He inserted his middle finger and rumbled a deep moan of approval. She was so hot, slick, and waiting for him, and he would not disappoint.
Traviata Guerrini (Neophyte) 04/30/09 11:35 PM 98.228.109.122	Re: You keep yourself busy until the rain stops [[Travi]]
	She could feel the tenderness in his touch, even when he was rough with her... even when it was a caress that might have threatened to break a normal woman. Traviata, rough herself, responded well to the harder touches just as she would to gentle brushes of fingertips. She responded just as well to all of the different types of touch he offered her, moaning and exhaling and sighing contently with every inch he explored. The violent wrenching against her hand brought a smirk to her lips. With a devilish lick to his bottom lip, she extended her fingers more and wrapped them around what she could reach, giving it a gentle squeeze. Traviata smirked with a mischievous satisfaction at the moans leaving his lips. The fact that her name was what his wonderful voice was growling prompted her all the more, and she pushed her hands more... until she was suddenly flipped onto her back. A yelp of surprise came from her lips as she looked up at him, and for a moment, she brought her hands to his face. Her fingers gently traced over the rough features of his cheeks and jaw, pushing the hair away from his eyes so she could see them. Her hands immediately returned to where they'd been so comfortably placed before, pushing past his jeans and boxers and caressing the hot, hard length of his erection. Sensitive ears could hear his breath tense, distracted only momentarily by the increase of rain pounding against the windows. She lifted her torso up to him with muscular prowess, her lips begging for his and taking them for a moment or two before she fell back against the mattress. Traviata was as near to heaven as she was ever going to get. His fingers caressed and tickled against the sensitive flesh of her navel, the area where an angel lay tattoed, just above her sex. She inhaled sharply, half of his name twisting itself in with her gasp. Her grip around his manhood tightened a bit, and she rubbed along it, thumb ever-so-gently grazing the tender tip before her hands fell back to caress the length of his shaft and the gentle skin and curly hairs surrounding it. "Was I?" she breathed, gasping and holding her breath in for a moment as she felt his finger ease into her aching, soaked womanhood. Her muscles tensed around the rough skin that entered into her, and her back arched. Traviata's hips rocked as she raised a bit off the mattress, a loud moan of approval and complete abandon rattling her entire chest. She was certainly vocal about her enjoyment, and loud when something was particularly wonderful. Murphy's touch was like fire and lightning all mingled together in a perfect mix. She moved her hands out of his pants and hooked her fingers in his waistband, squirming against him and moaning at the contact as she pulled them away from his flesh agonizingly slow. She wanted to see him, all of him... she wanted to free him from his restraints so that she could more easily access what she so wanted to feel. Traviata licked her lips as his arousal sprung free, moaning at the visual of how beautiful his bare form was. Her hands snapped back to work, gripping and stroking along his hardened member gently, but with a firmness that accented her deep, deep desire to have all of him to herself.
Murphy McManus (Neophyte) 05/06/09 11:32 AM 76.214.162.159	Re: You keep yourself busy until the rain stops [[Travi]]
	Murphy had been having a great deal of trouble controlling himself since their intense game of cat and mouse had come to an accelerating climax. The two danced around each other much like two school children would... though with a far dirtier mouths and more inappropriate touching. He'd always been a playfully violent man, even when growing up with his twin brother, Connor. The two would rough-house and kick the living daylights out of each other simply because one would find a shiny rock before the other one. They'd always led a simple life, but as Murphy grew older his violent tendencies began to manifest themselves more in different ways. Women was one of them (though mostly just in the bedroom). He'd never intentionally hurt a woman, and has always held a sort chivalry in that regard. No matter what the McManus twins would cook up, Murphy was always the first to spout their father's ideal of 'No women, no children!'. Thankfully, all of their targets to the day had been men. But that was one thing he found so appealing about taking a lover like Traviata. For as rough as he tended to be in bed, he knew that Travi could not only take it, but dish it back on her own accord. He didn't have to be easy with her. He knew she could handle herself. But what Murphy couldn't handle was her taunting and teasing him like she was. His mind was foggy and clouded with a euphoric sense of ecstasy that often came with the passion of sex, but nobody had been able to satiate his thirt like she had... like she was. He craned his neck down to capture her right nipple in his mouth. He suckled softly and then nipped gently at the small bud, his lips curling into a smile against her soft flesh as she squirmed with each swirl of his tongue. His hands continued to work the rest of her body; his left hand massaging the other breast while the fingers on his right continued to slide inside her tantalizingly slow. His thumb rubbed against the bundle of sensitive nerves, slowly at first, then a little quicker while his fingers did the same. Like any man, he enjoyed being in power in the bedroom... but what she was doing with her hands was making it all the harder to stay in power. Murphy groaned loudly when she assisted him in removing his pants, and he kicked them to the floor unwanted. The release from his boxers and jeans caused his ever hardening manhood to spring to attention at her touch, and Murphy inhaled sharply in surprise when she began to stroke him. His entire body trembled with the anxiousness to be inside her. Oh yes, he was finding it very difficult to control himself.
Traviata Guerrini (Neophyte) 05/16/09 07:46 PM 98.228.109.122	Re: You keep yourself busy until the rain stops [[Travi]]
	Traviata had never experienced a lover quite like Murphy before. She'd thought about it, dreamt about it even, many times... but nothing had come to fruition between them until now. It was like being in ecstacy, even before he put his hands on her. The way he moved, how he commanded himself... she loved the struggle for dominance. In the back of her mind, she knew that he would somehow always wind up being the one to assert the most... but that didn't bother her. It was fun to challenge him, particularly when she knew for a fact that her reward would be to succumb to him completely. His roughness only aroused her further, making her burn with want. Her thoughts were clouded, passionate as they were, by the throes of lust that overtook every inch of her being while Murphy's mouth found the puckering peak of her breast. She could no longer control the sounds that erupted from her lips, gasps and moans mingling together in a chorus of desire. Traviatas grasped at the mess of hair atop his head, nails grazing against his scalp. No one had ever been able to drive her quite this crazy before. Her legs spread a bit more as her back lifted off the mattress, arching as she bucked against him. "Murphy," she groaned, her voice merely a purr. His thumb struck gold and she jumped a bit, a yelp escaping her throat. Traviata's clit was swollen, throbbing with want. She could feel it pulsing as he worked her over, her body writhing beyond her control as he brought her nearer and nearer to a first climax. Traviata wasn't used to not being able to hold out for long periods of time, but something about the way he touched her, something about feeling him so close to her, sent her down a wild road she'd never been down before. Her hands wandered back down his body frantically, nails dragging down his chest on the way to clutch his manhood firmly in her hands. She learned every inch without looking, getting to know him with touch more than her eyes. Her fingertips wrapped lovingly around the pulsing flesh, gliding along it from base to tip. Traviata's thumbs grazed over and circled around the swollen tip. She inhaled sharply as she felt a bit of moistness from his arousal, her legs trembling. The fact that she was able to do this to him sent her reeling even more than just simply being touched. A loud moan shook through her as her muscles spasmed around his fingers as she rode through her first orgasm, however small in comparison it was to some she was sure she would be having. She gripped a bit tighter around his erection, her hands moving a bit quicker, sliding up and down it rhythmically as his name jumped from her throat loudly. She didn't know how much longer she could handle the teasing, the taunting.. she wanted to feel him inside of her, wanted to feel their bodies intwine. Traviata moved her hands away from his arousal, bringing them to his arms and dragging her nails down the tattooed, scarred flesh. She felt every muscle, every single change in the surface of his skin. She pulled his arm to guide his hand away from her nethers, her other hand sliding down his sides and resting at the masculine curve of his hip. Her fingernails played at the tender spots, working to subtly tug him closer to her- against her. She didn't want to take over, not at this point, but she certainly wouldn't mind giving him some guidance. She wanted him; she wanted him now.
Murphy McManus (Neophyte) 05/17/09 03:27 PM 75.50.46.138	Re: You keep yourself busy until the rain stops [[Travi]]
	Murphy's muscles tightened as his name rolled off her tongue. It flowed so easily, like silk in the breeze, and he had never heard it said like that before. There was just something about her that drove him wild, drove him crazy with the want to please her, to hear her moan, to have her. He was a territorial man, and by nature he had always found himself being quite rough with things he possessed. And as much as the two flirted and danced around each other in their little game, he knew that no matter what happened, he'd never really possess her, not Travi. She was about as domestic as a wild tiger, and nothing Murphy did would ever change that. It was what he found so alluring about her, was the fact that she would never be held down by anyone or anything. It made her a wonderful asset to the rat Pack, and one hell of a vixen. Her fingers tangled themselves in his shaggy hair, nails doing their own work to heighten his desire as they paced roughly across the skin. He hands were so rough, and her body seemed to mold perfectly against his. It was a wonder the two had never experienced each other's company before (at least not like this). His fingers wriggled inside of her as he pumped is hand slowly, his thumb still tantalizing the swollen bud of nerves that was the winning button to the jackpot. His free hand wandered possessively across her body, memorzing her hips, her waist, and running slowly along the insides of her thighs. With each movement he made, she mirrored in her own fervent actions against his throbbing manhood. When her muscles tightened around his fingers, Murphy grinned wickedly as she finally let go of all inhibitions and raised quite a roar in response. Her fingers tightened around him and Murphy found his own muscles tensing in reaction. He was aching for release, his member trembling in her grasp at the anxiousness that was beginning to build. He grunted loudly as he led her through her orgasm, his erection becoming so firm that it almost hurt. "M'name sounds like butter comin' from those lips o'yours," he grunted softly as she pulled his arm away from her. It didn't take much persuasion for his body to lower closer to hers, and he planted a hand on either side of her neck as he brought his head down to her neck, nipping at the tender spots of flesh before capturing her lips in a hot, rough kiss. Murphy propped her legs apart with his knees and thrust forward with purpose. A loud bark of a moan erupted past his lips as his manhood sank deep inside her slick mound. He kept his pelvis thrust against hers for a moment or two, body trembling at the long-awaited satisfaction of connection before slowly pulling back. She was so warm and inviting, and he could feel her muscles tightening in excitement around him. "God, Travi..." he moaned her name, his hips thrusting forward again and sinking himself deeper into her. With each thrust he pushed a little harder, sinking a little deeper into her and a little deeper into his clouded euphoric senses.
Traviata Guerrini (Neophyte) 05/25/09 01:35 PM 63.18.149.41	Re: You keep yourself busy until the rain stops [[Travi]]
	She could tell that he was aching for her as she shuddered and trembled through the wave of orgasm that he'd caused to rip through her. Traviata was pleased with this, very pleased at the effect she had on him. If only he understood just what he did to her... and it seemed that he would, because it was all mutual. Traviata had always found that something about Murphy was almost magnetic to her. She was drawn to him instantly, bonded closer to him than anyone else in the Rat Pack, and there had always been a deep understanding between the two of them. Taking him as a lover, knowing that neither of them could be or wanted to be held down and kept from what they loved doing, was something she'd wanted for much longer than she cared to admit. Her lips curled into a knowing smirk as he spoke of how smooth his name flowed from her lips. It was true - just as much saying it as hearing it, she imagined. His name came to her lips, spilled from her mouth, so naturally. Like it was supposed to. She arched her back, craning her neck as he held it and brought kisses all over the sensitive flesh. Traviata was on fire. She needed him, needed to feel him against her, and here he was - giving her everything. It was almost romantic, she noted, as their lips met. She felt pure passion riding through her body, butterflies claiming the pit of her stomach as if she were a virgin all over again as he slowly parted her legs. Traviata did not resist; in fact, she spread more for him, lifting her knees artfully to add to the ease of entrance. Her hands claimed the sides of his face, fingertips tangling in the pieces of hair that met his jaw and ears, and kissed him back fervently. Her mouth tore away from his for but a moment as she cried out loudly, almost a yowl, in sheer ecstasy as she felt him fill up her tight, hot womanhood. She gasped, rotating and bucking her hips back up against him as he pulled away. A whimper escaped her at the slow movements; she wanted so much more... but she knew that it was best to savor each moment, no matter how fierce her lust was. Her muscles tightened and grabbed and pulled at his manhood; it was as if her hot little box were begging for him to return to her. She'd never felt so satisfied in all her life, and she never wanted the feeling to stop. As he moaned her name, she felt her body shudder and tremble. The way he spoke... the way his voice washed over her... it all threatened to push her over the edge again before they'd even really begun. "Murphy!" she yelped as he thrust against her, pushing deeper into her tight sex. Her hands and arms moved quickly, almost desperately, hooking under his and curling around to his back. Her fingernails dug into the flesh as she lifted up against him, legs wrapping around his waist. Traviata couldn't even see clearly anymore as he pressed into her over, and over, and over again, driving her absolutely wild. Her face buried against his shoulder, and her mouth parted to offer little lapping motions, kisses, bites... she had no idea what she was doing, she just knew that she was tasting his flesh and feeling him connect with her in a way she'd desired for far too long. She completely lost control of her voice, her breathing... and soon, her body. Her moans grew louder and louder with each thrust Murphy gave to her, muscles quivering around his large, throbbing arousal as it buried into her and made her his. It wasn't too long before her nails cut into his flesh as her moans turned to cries and screams of pleasure, dragging down his back in desperation to keep herself feeling grounded. "Murphy..." she gasped between cries. Nothing, nothing that had ever happened to her in all her life, could ever compare to the feelings that rushed through every inch of her right now... but thoughts had long since abandoned the sweet kitten as she writhed and bucked and arched against her lover.