The Knock at Gray's Door

[Grayell]

Grayell's first free hand snapped to the back of her head and then found purchase in her hair. His eyes wild, his grip was firm but he tugged her head back slowly. His other hand had gripped her shoulder, sliding down her arm. He leaned up, returning the kiss... and then held her in place as his hunger lingered at her neck. The growl in his throat had grown, a snarl rumbling forth on erratic breaths as he tasted her skin. Feet pulled and then kicked out, snapping, loosening rope and tearing the frame from his bed.

The foot of the bed dropped and he grinned, laughing in a devilish manner. He released her hair and wound his palms over her shoulders pushing her back from his mouth. Eyes studied her, took in her curves before again locking gaze with her eyes. His smile was now permanent and only suggested one thing.

Kitten, you're not leaving any time soon.

(And THAT would be a wrap. Til the morning at any rate.)

[Liseth]

When Gray came to he found himself alone. The bed was in much worse shape than it had been, and if he were being honest, so was he. There were quite a few scratches on his body.

There was a short note on the bedside table.

Grayell,

Thank you. I'm going to bide my time before I try him again. I won't impose on you again. I'll be coming back when I kill him.

Keep strong for me. I wouldn't want your talents to go to waste.

Lis.

[Grayell]

Grayell smiled but sighed at the same time. He stared at the note for a moment, a long moment, before he placed it on his in-need-of-replacement bed. He would worry about her, but at least she seemed to have listen - somewhat.

Grayell looked at his chest, stomach and arms, his hand found a particularly sore spot on his neck. He shrugged and laughed as he looked at the wreckage in the house. If he and Liseth weren't such aggressive lovers well, they wouldn't be the fighters they were.

Still - he already had his mind made up. He'd be seeing her before she got into trouble again. It wasn't a premonition or a guess... he had every intent of tracking her down.