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Post by The Nightwalker on Jan 15, 2016 23:26:09 GMT -5
Marc knew that moving Natalie into his new place wouldn't exactly be the greatest idea of all time, but that didn't stop him from wanting it to happen. So yes, he was persistent. The fact that he'd initiated this shocked even him. It wasn't that he didn't want to, because he obviously did. He just never figured himself to feel this way about a woman again. His life was complicated at best, and a total mess on a normal night. How many times had he come home with some insane injury that would lower a normal man? Marc wasn't exactly normal, but he wasn't extra normal either. His conditioning was as good as it was humanly possible to be. He figured that the oven had it's own timer, but there was no reward in taking that chance. He gave a slow chuckle at her comment, which she'd used towards him before a few times. "I guess I do," he answered.
Then he was carrying her through the apartment. Most everywhere he went, he made sure to get the general layout, but in this case it was the respect that he had for Natalie that stopped him from doing that. She meant a lot to him, more than he'd ever imagined that anyone would. Somehow though, she found a way to bring out the best in him. He figured she'd have some snarky remark when he didn't know the way to her bedroom, but she surprised him with a simple motion with her head, directing him the way. He smiled and carried her there, moving the door shut with his foot as he stepped into the room. Didn't really need the door shut, but it was more a knee jerk reaction than anything else.
He moved over towards her bed, releasing from the kiss just long enough to lay her down. "You know I've been wanting to do this for a long time now," he said with a small smile. Of course she knew. What guy wouldn't want to do this with her. She was absolutely stunning. He sat down on the bed and pulled her onto his lap, facing him. It had been so long, but that wouldn't be a problem at all. Again, she somehow found a way to bring out the best in him. He kissed her again, moving his hands around to her back and slowly caressing down lower. After all this time that they'd known each other, this was finally going to happen.
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Post by Natalie Eden on Feb 3, 2016 23:54:12 GMT -5
For a second, it looked like he was surprised that she didn’t say something smartass when she gave him directions to her bedroom. She didn’t know why that would be the case, apart from her normal tendency to give him some kind of smart aleck comment. Not tonight. At least, not right now. There were other things on her mind right now besides giving him a tough time. Things that started off by getting him into the other room as quickly as possible. From there, she would have to see how it would all unfold. After all, he hadn’t been with anyone since his wife. Honestly, part of her was still surprised that he’d initiated anything with her in the first place.
She smiled at him as he sat down on her bed and pulled her into his lap. “That’s what you said about the kiss too…” she joked. Apparently he’d had this kind of thing on his mind for a while now. That also really surprised her. She hadn’t thought of him as the kind of guy that spent much time fantasizing about that kind of thing. Especially not when so much of his time and energy went into those nightly activities of his. The Nightwalker was such a huge part of who he was, but he was still just a man at his core. Well, not just a man. He was far from normal. “Me too,” she admitted. There had been many times when she’d wondered what it would be like to be with him intimately. And now she was going to find out.
While his hands explored her body, she took that time to reach up to the collar of her own shirt and started unbuttoning it. The progress was slow because her attention was partially taken up by his kisses and the gentle, sensual movement of his hands. She would much rather be undressing him right now, but at the same time she wanted to give him some space to do what he wanted. Especially since it had been so long for him. He might not even know what he liked anymore, though she was sure that if he’d been thinking about her in this way then he undoubtedly had some ideas. There was no need to rush this.
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Post by The Nightwalker on Feb 25, 2016 14:59:54 GMT -5
"You know me better than just about anyone," Marc said softly. "How much I think. You had to figure it was bound to come up." He watched as she started to unbutton her shirt, and let out a soft breath. Reaching behind his head, he pulled his shirt up and over, then to his left and dropping the garment on the floor beside the bed. She'd be able to see the multiple scars on his torso. They weren't anything large or glaring, but they were the visible representation of the many battles he'd faced. She knew what he did, and more importantly why he did it, so he figured that the scars wouldn't bother her that much. It wouldn't surprise him at all if she asked how he got some of them, later anyway. Right now, there were more pressing matters at hand. In her sitting position, she'd easily feel his growing arousal only getting more excited as her shirt dropped from her body.
He took a deep breath, then slowly pressed his lips to her chest, between her perfect breasts. He went a little lower, nibbling at the front of her bra a bit as he looked up at her with a grin. He still knew what he liked, it had just been a long time was all. His left hand reached up behind her back and quickly undid the snap. He lifted his body, turned and spun around slowly, putting her on her back and observing her. "So beautiful," he said softly. He pulled at his belt buckle, sliding it out of the loops and lowered his body over hers, hovering inches above skin to skin contact. His lips then went back to placing small kisses down her neck and shoulder. Holding himself up with his right arm, he let his left hand begin roaming again, sliding softly down her side to her hip and back up to her waistband. A smile crossed his face before he lowered his lips to hers.
It had surprised him a bit when she said she'd been thinking about this too. After all, before tonight it had been quite some time since they'd seen each other. He knew that she was the furthest thing from easy that a woman could be, without being a prude, that is. There was no lie in Marc's eyes, no anger, no pain. There was only bliss, that feeling that he belonged again, that there was something in his world worth living for. So many nights he went out not truly expecting to come home. Now, more than ever, he knew he had a reason to return home. Natalie was that reason. It wasn't love, not yet at least. But that seed was planted, and somehow he knew that it wasn't just him.
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Post by Natalie Eden on Apr 3, 2016 1:14:49 GMT -5
It wasn’t long before Natalie found herself on her back, looking up at him. “Knowing that the thought had probably crossed your mind, and thinking that the idea had lingered are two different things,” she pointed out. It seemed to be part of human nature to wonder, even if only for a moment, what it would be like to be intimate with someone. Even if it was someone who normally wasn’t your type, or even sometimes if the person wasn’t of the gender you preferred. It popped up and then was pushed to the side unless you decided you were interested in someone. That was part of the reason it was so difficult for most people to be friends with someone of the opposite gender.
Their friendship had never been simple, so maybe to a certain extent it should be no surprise that things were turning out this way. How far it would go, she honestly couldn’t predict. And why would she want to? Any kind of relationship with Marc depended on her being able to live and enjoy in the moment, because there was no guarantee of any kind of future with the way he chose to live his life. So that was exactly what Natalie planned to do with this night. No point in worrying about the future, about what she had absolutely no control over. So much more enjoyable to focus her attention on the man hovering over her, and especially on his naked torso. Of course she’d seen him shirtless before so the scars were no surprise, but she hadn’t really allowed herself to appreciate the muscular curves of his body. A quick glance or two was all she’d allowed herself until this moment. Now she could gaze her fill, but she still wanted more…
Her eyes met his again briefly before he pressed his mouth to hers again. She wrapped her arms around him to bring him closer, but there was still the issue of the clothing on their bottom halves to deal with. Damned pants. So much more difficult to get off once you were laying horizontally, especially without breaking physical contact. Oh well. One way or another, they had to go. And they did eventually, both his jeans and her slacks. Nothing short of a fire alarm in the building was going to be able to stop this from happening. Hell, even that might not do the trick. The risk of ignoring the alarm might just be worth it in the end.
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Post by The Nightwalker on Jun 12, 2016 9:03:23 GMT -5
Marc was interested, there could be no doubt of that. Natalie's words passed his ears, and he agreed with her point, but right now he was way too focused to respond in anything other than a nod and a smile. She was right though, it was human nature to wonder. And how could she had known that the thought would linger with him? Well, she did know just how beautiful she was. That was obvious, considering that everywhere she went she got heads to turn, the occasional whistle and even a few lewd cat calls.
That wasn't something that Marc was unaccustomed to himself. Women seemed to want to throw themselves at him. But he knew that more than anything, it was the money. Sure, he was a good looking man, but a good looking man who happened to be a billionaire wasn't exactly common anymore.
It had taken too long really. In Marc's mind, this should have happened so long ago. Not the first night, of course. Natalie wasn't a whore. But sooner than now. Truthfully, the vigilante was starting to feel something again, something other than anger, and this woman beneath him was the reason for that. Even if she didn't know it herself. And how could she? He'd yet to verbalize it.
And now the pants were gone. There was no turning back. Not that there was any desire to turn back anyway. Marc trailed kisses down the front of her body, between her breasts, the middle of her toned stomach, all the way down between her legs, where his tongue began the warm up work.
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Post by Natalie Eden on Jun 26, 2016 0:24:53 GMT -5
At some point, the look in his eyes had changed. It was difficult for Natalie to put her finger on, but he looked more relaxed than she thought she’d ever seen him before. Happier. The shift had occurred sometime between when he first kissed her and now, so the logical assumption was that she’d somehow caused this transformation in him. The thought itself was flattering, almost as flattering as knowing that the most eligible bachelor in the country desired her.
That much was still a little difficult for her to believe, even if it logically made sense. On top of being considered an attractive woman by most standards, she was also one of the few people in the world that he trusted. Just her and his assistant, from the sound of things. Natalie might have teased him about whether or not he’d gotten intimate with an employee, but he’d always insisted that was not the case in this particular situation.
Natalie bit her lower lip as she watched him kiss his way down her body. In this particular case the foreplay was unnecessary. She was already warm and ready for him. However, that didn’t mean it wouldn’t be fun. The most important thing was that Marc was doing what he wanted. What felt right to him. This night was about him rediscovering the side of himself that was a lover. Whatever it took to encourage that was fine by her. Besides, it seemed like he sure hadn’t lost his skill with his tongue. Goodness. Hopefully the neighbors wouldn’t mind too much, because this was not going to be a quiet night.
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Post by The Nightwalker on Sept 1, 2016 18:31:59 GMT -5
Marc had not felt this way in a long time. Too long really. There was nothing stopping him now, though. For the first time in seemingly forever, his mind was not on vengeance. No, it was on the woman in front of him, and on finding every possible way that he could to pleasure her. After everything the two of them had been through in the short time they'd known each other, no one was more deserving of his undivided attention than her. No one else deserved his affections either. She was the only one.
And in these moments everything made sense. His entire life had brought him to this. Was she that soul mate that so many people talked about? Marc was certain that there was no such thing, but she was as close as it got. He was certain of that too.
Now he was just where he'd been thinking of being. With her intimately. His tongue did it's work slowly, stopping occasionally to place a small kiss on either thigh, then returning. After he was sure that she was fully warmed up, he trailed kisses back up her stomach, admiring her taut, fit form. He found himself not even caring about what the neighbors would think.
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Post by Natalie Eden on Oct 22, 2016 13:58:56 GMT -5
Considering the way she’d expected this night to go, Natalie could only think about how lucky she was that things had surprised her in this way. Maybe it was naive of her to think that things wouldn’t have turned out this way for them considering the chemistry they’d always had, but she genuinely had been surprised when he kissed it. It seemed to have come from nowhere. One minute, their focus was on mutual hunger and the lasagna that would abate that hunger. The next? Well… the events that led them here to her bed, obviously.
As much as his kisses up and down her body built up her anticipation, it also increased her impatience for their bodies to join. As soon as he was within reach, she pressed her lips against his hungrily. The moment she’d built up so much anticipation for pretty much the entire time they’d been friends was finally about to happen. It was strange. She’d been intimate with men before, obviously, but this felt so different somehow. Maybe it was because they’d become such close friends first, but even that didn’t seem to fully explain it. Whatever was going on with them, it was on a deeper level than anything she’d ever experienced before.
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Post by The Nightwalker on Mar 12, 2017 17:11:30 GMT -5
Tonight was so different for Marc. Even back when he'd met his wife, there wasn't this level of anticipation. There wasn't this level of passion. That wasn't to say that he didn't love the woman with everything he had, because he did. The fact that he had to remain so strong for his daughter after his wife's death made it hard for him to find the proper time to grieve. With his daughter's passing, he wasn't really sure how to grieve. That was part of why he'd set himself on the course he had. And a couple years later, he met Natalie. There was no way, not even his with level of preparedness and his penchant for preparing for anything, that he could have seen this coming. Dropping down to rescue a woman who, the truth he found out, didn't need rescuing turned out to be a turn on for him. What did that say about his mental state?
But now, with her body sprawled out before him, under him, there was nothing else that needed to be thought about. There was nothing to be prepared for or to plan for. Right now, it was all about being in the moment. Taking in her kiss, he met it with a passionate hunger, and a few moments later, he slid slowly inside of her, uniting their bodies in a single form of lustful desire. Reaching his right hand behind her back, he started slow, keeping their kiss together, only coming up for air when absolutely necessary. As boring as missionary usually was, in this case it wasn't. But still, he wanted her to know that he wasn't a one trick pony. Pulling back out of her, he flipped her to her stomach, slowly entering her again and building up the same slow pace. He moved her hair to the side and slowly kissed the back of her neck, his left hand in a fist, pushing against the bed, his right wrapped around her waist.
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Post by Natalie Eden on Mar 24, 2017 21:13:39 GMT -5
There were times in life where Natalie had gotten the feeling that she'd really done something right. That she was right where she was supposed to be. Those times were of course rare, but they did occasionally happen. That was exactly the feeling she got when Marc’s body finally joined with hers. She couldn't even remember the last time something had felt so right. Certainly never before in this type of situation. There were no words for her to accurately describe it. How the hell had it taken them so long to get to this point? It all seemed so silly now, how she'd assumed that he was still hung up on his wife and might never be ready to move forward with another woman. Not all that crazy in reality considering how long he'd stayed celibate, even despite the number of gorgeous, sophisticated women who’d tried to catch his eye over the years. Somehow she'd managed to succeed in getting close to him where the rest of the world had failed. And he was just as special to her as she knew that she must be to him for this to be happening.
Any worries she might have about what this would mean for them or where they would go from here would have to wait. Nothing was going to ruin this moment. From the little warmup she’d already known that he hadn’t lost any of his touch when it came to pleasing a woman, but now he was proving it over and over again with each movement of his hips. Good thing she hadn’t planned on keeping quiet, because that would be damn near impossible right now. Well, it hadn’t been as bad when they’d been facing each other. The majority of her moans had been released into his mouth while they were kissing. As soon as he flipped her over, though, all bets were off. She’d never been a big fan of this position, feeling like it lacked the same amount of intimacy as others. Marc even prevented that from being a problem with the way his arm wrapped around her and how close he kept his body to hers. With nowhere to go, both her hands clutched the sheets on her bed while her hips pushed backward toward him to meet his every thrust.
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Post by The Nightwalker on Jul 4, 2017 20:28:19 GMT -5
Marc could fully understand why people thought that he was still hung up on his wife after all these years. Hell, there hadn't been a day that passed that someone had not asked about him getting out and dating again. He kept making the excuse that he just didn't have the time. But what did a billionaire do that took up all his time? He couldn't very well tell them all, or any of them, that he spent most of his nights out on the streets, fighting the injustice of the city and putting down the criminals in a way that the cops couldn't, or more accurately wouldn't, do. There was no way he could stop what he was doing. He was driven by vengeance, a vengeance not known or understood by most. Women were famous for throwing themselves at wealthy men, and Marc had no shortage of that happening. But the fact of the matter was that none of them would have understood what he did. That, he was sure, was the difference with Natalie. She understood. Sure she worried for him, he was only human after all, but she got it.
Marc had been a bit nervous himself about how he would perform, being as he had gone so long without. It was a hell of his own making though. So he had to push that aside and just do what he knew that he was good at. That's why this position. He knew it wasn't the most intimate of positions, but he remembered it being one that his wife had thoroughly enjoyed. With each thrust he felt himself getting closer, knowing that he wouldn't last much longer. With that, he pulled out of her and spun her around again, pulling her onto his lap as he sat up. Bringing their lips together again, he slowly brought her taut, toned body back down over him. A pleasured moan escaped him, and a shiver ran down his spine as his hands pushed hers forward, causing a perfect arch of her back. His face went lower, kissing along her chest as he slowly met her rolling hips with his thrusts. His breaths grew heavier as he got closer. "It's been too long," he whispered, meaning both that it had been too long since he'd done this, and that it had taken too long for them to get together.
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Post by Natalie Eden on Aug 30, 2017 23:07:33 GMT -5
Their bodies moved together so well. It was difficult to believe this was their first time together. Hell, it was difficult for Natalie to believe it had been so long since the last time he had sex. Maybe with a little time and practice he would get even better. God, that was tough to imagine. It could just be the natural chemistry they’d always possessed, but even that didn’t entirely explain the skill he had when it came to bringing her pleasure. The most impressive part was him turning one of her least favorite positions into one that she was now thoroughly enjoying. All it took was him, apparently. Then he switched it around again on her. Ooh, she liked this one too, and he would know for sure that was the case by the way her moans were steadily increasing in volume. It wouldn’t be long now before he’d brought her over the edge.
Hearing his words, she couldn’t help but agree. To be fair, the majority of the time they’d spent together was him getting her out of some mess or other. Or them working together to take down some bad guys. That was always fun too. Point was, they got so little time to spend alone together that maybe it taking them so long to get to this point wasn’t all that surprising. As long as they were here now, that was what mattered right? Still, she giggled and bit her lower lip. “Well whose fault is that?” she teased. Well, she probably had something to do with why it had taken so long for them to hook up. The celibacy prior to that though, that was entirely a burden of his own making. Not that she was complaining. She actually kind of liked feeling like he’d been waiting for her. Made her feel special.
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Post by The Nightwalker on Mar 31, 2018 20:20:51 GMT -5
If there was a God, which Marc no longer believed, then the deity could have just stopped altogether when he created Natalie. She was perfect. The way she looked, talked, walked, thought, and moved were just flawless. How was it that someone who'd only known him for such a relatively short amount of time just got him so easily? He had no worries of any sort of betrayal from her, no concerns that she was only in it for his money, nothing of the sort. She was just...her. She was just perfect. Marc's skill was part practice and part knowledge of anatomy. It didn't always just come into play when he was breaking someone's bones. His wife had relished in his abilities, and now, he was more than happy to show Natalie what he was able to do. And damn could she give it right back. She met every stroke of his with a push of her own, and again, it was just perfect. Her increased moans at the position change let him know he was doing something right. That, he was glad of.
He'd enjoyed all of the time they'd spent together. That wasn't something he could say of anyone else really. Even his little sister argued with him from time to time. She wanted him to stop going out at night, worried for his well being. There would be a night where he'd go out and be overly tired from not getting enough sleep or from working too hard all day. And that would be the fateful night that his sister feared. But he couldn't stop, not while Rosalind's killer was still out there, and honestly, not even after he got her killer. He was too deep into it now, living in the monster that he'd created for the release of his rage and frustration.
Release. That came when she giggled and teased. With a heavy groan and one final, hard thrust he spread his seed inside of her. "Yeah...my fault," he said almost breathlessly, with a chuckle of his own. "Holy shit," he breathed heavily, still holding onto her and keeping her body close to him, slowly moving his hands along her flawless form. One of the things he'd learned was a simple truth. Just because you're finished doesn't mean that she is. Small kisses ran along the back of her neck and her left shoulder. "You're amazing. I really hope you know that." God damn it she had been worth the wait a thousand times over.
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Post by Natalie Eden on Apr 18, 2018 19:00:19 GMT -5
Feeling the way his grip on her tightened, Natalie knew he must be as close to climax as she was. Those final thrusts were all she needed to drive her over the edge right along with him. She buried her face in his neck as her body shuddered. For several glorious moments, she lost herself in the greatest orgasm she’d ever experienced. Once their bodies’ movement ceased, she clung to him while her breathing slowed back to normal. Her body still tingled from head to toe, though that could possibly also be due to the fact that Marc’s hands and lips were still traversing her naked body. “You said it…” she responded to his expletive. Holy shit was absolutely right. In fact, it could be called an understatement.
He spoke again, and she smiled. “From where I sit, you’re the amazing one.” Finally willing herself to lift her head, she caught his eyes and just stayed there for a minute. Unfair. That’s what she decided was the name of the shade of blue of his irises. How could she ever be expected to resist him when he asked her for anything with those eyes? It was impossible. In fact, it made her wonder how she’d managed to refuse his offer of her moving in with him earlier tonight. Though now, she might have to rethink that. After all, that entire conversation had happened before… all of this. Whatever this was, she knew she was going to want more of it than she’d get from just occasionally seeing him when they bumped into each other at social events or risky escapades. It didn’t have to be serious between them if that wasn’t what he was looking for. She could be happy with them remaining friends with this new added physical aspect. For a while, at least. With the feelings and thoughts going through her head right now, she couldn’t guarantee that would be enough forever.
“So… just how big a walk-in closet are we talking about, here? You know I have a lot of shoes...” she asked him with a smile before pressing her lips against his again. Half of the arguments she’d made against them moving in together had been rendered irrelevant with the addition of sex into the equation. The paparazzi seemed like less of an annoyance when there actually was something between them. They’d get a story for a month or so, and then they’d move along to the next thing. There was still the worry about what would happen when he went back to Mooncrest, but they would cross that bridge when they got to it. She knew he wouldn’t leave her high and dry. “...If the offer is still on the table, that is.”
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Post by The Nightwalker on Jun 9, 2018 19:59:00 GMT -5
Moments, seconds, minutes, hours, days. Marc's life had been a series of events planned down to the most minute of details. Prepared for anything, as Natalie had often said he was. Nothing could have prepared him for this. All of his training, from the military all the way to his self taught skill, all of his knowledge, from business to the finer points of battle tactics, was what made him who he was. Despite all of that, the one thing that kept him going was his rage, his anger over his lost daughter. That hurt within him was sated by nothing, and would probably never be sated. The chances grew slimmer every day that he'd find the man responsible. But this, this changed everything. In these moments, there was no rage. The unison of their two bodies was simply utopian for him, and more to the point, an escape from the bitterness to a point of serenity. The feelings he felt right now, with Natalie right there, straddling him, their bodies united by an intense climax, were the absolute antithesis of his burning rage as the Nightwalker.
Her breathing was heavy, but slowing down, as was his. It had been too long since he'd had this feeling. An understatement his expletive definitely was. He gave a heavy chuckle through his slowing breaths when she said he was the amazing one. "Well I think we can just agree that we're damn good together," he responded. His hands, he just couldn't stop them from roaming her body, sliding along the soft curves and caressing every portion that they could find. The eye contact just confirmed everything. Perfect. That's what she was. She knew everything about him, why he did what he did, how he did it, and she still accepted him for what he was. He wasn't a hero, he was an angry man who took the law into his own hands. A criminal by most stand points. "I could stay like this forever, staring into your beautiful eyes," he said softly, his breathing finally back to normal.
He smiled when she asked about the walk in closet and remarked about her shoes. He remembered on their first encounter her losing a very nice pair of shoes, and how he'd replaced them quickly. Of course she'd have know that they were from him. Who else could have figured out her shoe size that easily? "Pretty damn big," he answered, looking around the room. "Add about ten feet to your bedroom here, and you're looking at about the size of that closet." Plenty of room for shoes, and clothes, and pretty much anything else you could possibly want to put in there. He let out a heavy breath, then chuckled again. "Oh, the offer is definitely still on the table." His hands continued to move along her body, coming to a resting point on her hips. "Does that mean you're considering it?" he asked with a wry look. Apparently he'd done something right.
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