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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px;] The best possible thing and also the worst possible thing was now lying on his bed at the local inn. Carrigan Hecate, also known as his living hell. Cassius had lived in that room for just about a week, trying to locate the woman who now inhabited it with him. He wasn't entirely sure about what to do next. The fortunate encounter in the dead of night - and in the middle of the street, it was a wonder no one noticed - had rendered him unable to control himself. And so he had ended up eventually letting his anger take over to the point that he had choked his target. She was now unconscious. On his bed. Did he mention they were completely alone? The beast in him wanted to take advantage of her right there and then, while she couldn't struggle. Although, he guessed, she didn't really pose a problem while conscious so he didn't even know if it was going to be too easy. Which would just be too boring. He slumped down in one of the chairs underneath the window, sighing heavily. It was still night, although the morning was slowly creeping up behind the few houses that inhibited this town, but he had drawn the curtains shut because of his random paranoia. A watchful eye kept tabs on the motionless body on the bed in the corner, as he peeked out of the fabric blocking the view to outside. Cassius leaned forward, ruffling his hair with a hand while looking over his shoulder to Carrigan. What was he going to do? He was still posed with a too big of a dilemma for him to just casually resolve it. Either take her back with him and hand her over to the mafia as substitute payment or find some other way to make money off of her and return to pay it alone. Another part of him toyed with the idea of staying there. Staying in this little shit town called Primula, with her. Well, it wasn't like he could risk going back to the city without her. Life would be too boring. And deep down he knew that he needed her. He needed her to keep him sane. To keep him in control of himself. As weird as that sounded, even to him. TAGS: carrrrrrigan NOTES: the moment for other emotions blood pumping so fast.

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[carrigan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:200px; background-color:#eee; padding:10px;] I AM NO SAVIOR I am only your dog And I'm all tied up My wrists are bound I am the boat on your dock Muscle memory made waking up violent. Carrigan herself might not have minded being choked into unconsciousness, but her body sure did and it reacted violently when she took her first lucid breath. Her throat felt like it was closing in and she choked violently, turning waking up into a nightmare of itself. She didn't know where she was, and a small nap couldn't possibly heal the ache that would stay around her neck for weeks. This was the end result, she mused. Carrigan played with fire when she knew she couldn't take it. She had good cardio, good abs and good leg muscles - all the things her body needed for escaping. The rest of her was weak at best, malnourished in reality. She had no hope of ever really defending herself, or even taking one of Cassius' blows with a numb sense of pain. She was not built for the life she chased after, but she accepted all the repercussions of her goals with a cheery face, like a puppy kicked into a gutter over and over by the only owner it's ever had the displeasure to love. Her mind was dizzy and she turned her head. It wasn't turning as much as falling; she looked, and her head weakly went slack. There was Cassius, as he should be. Delicately, she lifted her exhausted hands and touched her sore collarbones. She coughed again, without really meaning to, and wondered if he would get her water if she asked him for it. Probably not. "Why sigh, butterfly?" she choked out. Her voice should've been a melodic whisper, full of the balance of contempt and love that only Carrigan could whip up in words, but it was only a sad parody of that. Anything she said would be mangled in such a way. Maybe it would be better to stay quiet in such predictably short-fused company. #cassius

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px;] A violent cough behind him notified him that Carrigan was awake. Conscious. His head immediately turned over his shoulder to look to where the sound was coming from, and a sudden feeling inside of him wanted to make him smile. He kept himself in check, however. He had given in to her enough for tonight. "So you're up," he said, ignoring her own question. A part of him wanted to be the caring man he had never really been, offering her something to drink and helping her sit up, or whatever else she needed. That part was weaker than the others, though. Instead he just sat there, thinking about what he was going to do next. He really had no idea. "Are you badly hurt?" he then asked monotonously. He wanted to hurt her, to be in control over her, but he didn't want to leave permanent scars. Not like she did, anyway. The bruises on her throat was starting to show, a few dents of dark red on her skin that would soon enough turn into purple and yellow. He had done the same to some of his clients who wouldn't pay, but he didn't care about them. Did he care about Carrigan? TAGS: carrrrrrigan NOTES: the moment for other emotions blood pumping so fast.

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[carrigan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:200px; background-color:#eee; padding:10px;] I AM NO SAVIOR I am only your dog And I'm all tied up My wrists are bound I am the boat on your dock Above all, she was a bit tired. Carrigan had always been the type that could find some place to sleep. It was that survival part of her, she supposed. In the city it was easy enough to squat, but in a small town like Primula she was reserved to roof tops and the occasional tree. It had honestly been a while since Carrigan'd had any kind of sleep in a bed. So this was comfortable as all hell and she had to fight to keep her eyelids from fluttering. He ignored her question and Carrigan sighed. She just wanted to know what was bothering him; that was the polite thing to do, wasn't it? After all, he had opened up his pseudo-home to her (bar the fact that he had created the reason for her to even need a bed). She might as well just be nice. "Don't be rude," she chided at a whisper. She sputtered a laugh at him. "Are you badly hurt?" The laugh was a sound like a bird being strangled, and it hurt leaving her throat, too. But how could you stifle a laugh resulting from something so hilarious? Carrigan took a moment to turn her body over, so she was laying on her side and completely facing him. "Does it matter?" she was serious, and part of her wanted a serious answer. He'd spout off something about money again, she'd swear it on her life. She stated at Cassius a moment more, at the way his eyes seemed to avoid her, and she patted the space on the bed in front of her, inviting him over. Maybe he'd have a lapse in judgement and she could slide into his arms. Just for a little bit, that's all she needed. Wishful thinking. #cassius

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px;] He still wasn't completely sure what to do or say. A couple of shiny orbs looked over at the quickly moving body on his bed. The blonde wasn't sure if he should've been happy she was looking sleepy, or feeling disappointed she didn't hop up and hug him. Though he supposed it was his own fault, hurting her too much to fault. He was just too strong for his own good, he thought. And sometimes that hurt him in the end. It wasn't like he winced every time he punched someone, but he would wince whenever he saw Carrigan move uncontrollably because of something he had done. It just hurt him. Cassius frowned when she laughed, however. He was genuinely concerned for her, probably a lot of the reason why he had brought her with him back to the inn. It pissed him off that she was finding him hilarious, his concern, so much that he hit his clenched fist down hard into the arm of the chair he was currently sitting in. "It does!" he growled through gritted teeth, frowning at her. "Damnit, Carrigan! It matters because I need you alive and kicking." Mostly because he really needed his money. He just needed it so bad he was willing to do just about anything to get it. The money assured his own life. It meant his life contract wouldn't be torn to pieces by the people he worked for. Didn't she realise this? "What is your angle," he huffed, turning his head back forwards while his hands reached up to ruffle through his hair again. "Do you want me dead?" He had seen her pat the space next to her on the bed, but he ignored her for now. He needed to keep his head clear for the moment. Instead he stood up, walking over to the windows, peering out of the curtains. You could say he was doing so nervously, but he didn't let it show enough to really make it visible. TAGS: carrrrrrigan NOTES: the moment for other emotions blood pumping so fast.

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[carrigan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:200px; background-color:#eee; padding:10px;] I AM NO SAVIOR I am only your dog And I'm all tied up My wrists are bound I am the boat on your dock At first Carrigan's heart did a little flip at his words because everyone enjoyed being told they mattered. Especially by someone they had stars in their eyes for. It settled back to it's rightful place with his predictable words, and the unsaid ones. She didn't even flinch at the sound of impact from his fist on the chair. It's about the money. Everything had to go back to where it belonged, regrettably. She searched him with her eyes. Her angle? There was no angle. Carrigan just didn't care about the things Cassius cared about, and Cassius just didn't care about her, period. There was no beating around the bush on that one. She was indulging in an ultimately painful game. So far, it had been at it's peak; how much more attention could he have paid to her if he chased all the way to the middle of no where and quietly choked her into blackness? Not much. That was a lot of attention. It was misplaced, though, and she knew it. But his life? She wanted to tell him that he was not that life, the one Cassius was stupidly fighting for whenever he talked about money. Fuck a few nameless girls, hurt a few nameless people, brunt a few nameless blows. It was nothing, not a thing. At least Carrigan had some kind of goal and she could mark her progresses and failures. Not him. That life was useless. Instead of that, she just said "No angle," quietly, still watching him as he distressed. Carrigan wished she had a shred of normalcy or that he had a shred of worry for her, enough of both to let her stand up and comfort him. Her goals felt very far from her. When he stood up and looked at the window, further from her than he had been, she swallowed painfully and moved back so she was looking up at the ceiling. Her back sunk into the bed and Carrigan's hands clenched into fists. She had never felt so useless and so grounded. All because reality had grabbed the sides of her face, and bashed her head down. She would only smile if Cassius hurt her, and so now was no time for bravado. #cassius

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px;] He kept checcking periodically out the window, shaking the curtains perhaps too much. If anyone was outside and looking up, they would see him. His eyes drifted from the dark room they found themselves in and streets below, where he could see the lamp post he had destroyed and, surprisingly, the goat still lurking around. If the situation at hand wasn’t so grim he would have smiled. Then they shifted over to the unmoving body of Carrigan on his bed. She was still there. Still lying as if he had broken her bones or something. Was she really that weak? A frown appeared, his arms twirled around each other in a cross over his chest, while he thought through what his next actions were going to be. It was a wonder he was even this calm and collected right now, because of his previous endeavour. Perhaps it was because of seeing Carrigan again after a long time, or perhaps it was because he had all this pent up energy from chasing her. He didn’t know. Looking at her now, he realised she had let her guard down. She was defenseless, and if he wanted he could do whatever he wanted to her. For some reason it pleased him to see that she couldn’t move around a lot, or she would’ve already done so. She would’ve already gone up to him and tried to egg him on again. He just knew it. So what was he going to do with a Carrigan who couldn’t move? He wasn't sure. He let go of the curtain and walked over to sit on the bed where she had previously motioned for him to sit. He wasn't doing it because she wanted him to, but because she wasn't moving. He thought that if she didn't seem like she was planning to jump him where he had stood by the window or even sitting in the chair, she certaintly wouldn't do it while he sat on the edge of the bed. "Tell me what I'm supposed to do, Carrigan. Tell me, because I honestly don't know." TAGS: carrrrrrigan NOTES: the moment for other emotions blood pumping so fast.

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[carrigan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:200px; background-color:#eee; padding:10px;] I AM NO SAVIOR I am only your dog And I'm all tied up My wrists are bound I am the boat on your dock He sat beside her an greeted her with more honesty than she could've asked for. Carrigan's heart lept into her sore throat, and quickly (or as quick as she could manage) she pushed herself into an upright position, and pulled her body towards Cassius. Carrigan put her little fingers into the folds of his arms, pulled them apart so they weren't crossed arms. He wouldn't get anywhere with an attitude like that - cross arms meant you wouldn't take in any new information. No way, not on Carrigan's watch. "Tell me what I'm supposed to do, Carrigan. Tell me, because I honestly don't know." She virtually pounced on him, pressed her forehead to his forehead and sighed because this was what she wanted. A little bit of leeway. Something, anything for her to grab. For as much as she craved Cassius, she didn't understand him. Maybe it was just because she wasn't bound by the same sorts of things he was. The threat of death had no effect on her. Maybe it would if she had something to loose, but Cassius was so abstract in her hands that she wasn't even sure if she really had him. Her hands were on either side of his face now, holding him there, and she pressed her little body against him. "You give in," she said quietly before she kissed him. #cassius

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px;] His hands were, if not forcefully, determinately pulled apart. All the energy in his body was gone, it seemed, because he couldn't muster moving them. Not even an inch. They just hung at his side. Now Cassius had become the motionless. One part of him was concerned about Carrigan breaking something if she moved too much, but the dominant part was just happy to be touched by her. Loved by her. Why was he suddenly so emotional? This wasn't like him at all. He was all raging and violent and pushing her physical limits. And it was all he wanted to do, but he was free from it right now. He would probably wake up tomorrow, sit by her side and strangle her. That was what was normal to Cassius. He was only keeping himself sitting straight, no other muscles in his body was working, no other limbs touching or moving. He had a blank expression on his face too, very much unlike him when he was this close to the blacklette girl. The girl he was connected to by some weird estranged fortune. The girl he needed. Cassius let her put her hands on his cheeks, caressing him like she always wanted to. He even let her press herself against him, but he still didn't move an inch to do anything. His arms hung heavy at his side as she leaned in to kiss him. The softness and damp of her lips felt great, but he didn't reciprocate it at first. He only sat there, letting her do what she wanted, not giving in. Because fuck if he was going to let her have that satisfaction. TAGS: carrrrrrigan NOTES: the moment for other emotions blood pumping so fast.

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[carrigan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:200px; background-color:#eee; padding:10px;] I AM NO SAVIOR I am only your dog And I'm all tied up My wrists are bound I am the boat on your dock What had she been expecting, really? Everything Carrigan looked for was some sort of lie. It was a dream, a trick of the light. She felt incredibly stupid for trying to be suave, for trying to get him to bend to her. Cassius probably thought she was playing some game. Maybe it was because her idea of 'love' was a twisted, dying bird. It was an emotion that had no basis, was cultivated without nurturing. Cassius didn't understand that this little movements she had, she did them with complete authenticity. Her kisses were heavier than her's because she actually put some weight on them. But no, he didn't understand. And she was left here holding emptiness, kissing someone who wouldn't yield to this simple little things she wanted. She kissed empty space, and she kissed dust, and she kissed someone who would never love her. Cassius just indulged her in the game of cat and mouse. The attention he paid to her was nothing more than momentary; she forced him into this closed condition. Everything he gave her was what she pried out of him. Suddenly, Carrigan herself felt very empty. Empty in the way you felt when you realized you'd been lying to yourself. She dropped her hands limply from his face, and they fell in her lap. Carrigan stood up, trying to put distance between them, and she moved to the seat where Cassius had been. She didn't sit, she just stared at the wall like maybe she would pull back the curtain and look, too, to see if anyone was following them. But she just stared at the ornate wallpaper. It's okay, she thought, if there were people following him. You can come out now and I can take whatever repercussions there are. I don't care. That thought resounded. She pushed and pushed, and here was her answer. It would've hurt less if he had screamed. The silence, the stillness, it hurt more than anything else. #cassius

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px;] It hurt him. He didn't think it was possible, but it really hurt him when her hands disappeared from his face and she removed herself from him to stand where he had previously. A part of him really wanted to scream right now, claw and scratch at something or preferably Carrigan, but he wasn't a cat. She was. Love to him was possessive. Love to him was binding an invisible collar around someone's neck and yanking at it violently from time to time. It posed a problem, however, because whenever that someone acted all diligently he felt bored. And he had left what he thought was boring in the city, but perhaps it stayed with him. Perhaps it was even himself who created these situations for him. He leaned forward, placed his elbows on his knees and sighed. The blonde still didn't know what she wanted. What she wanted from him. What she wanted him to do. Why was it so hard for her to tell him? Like a guy would ever understand the minds of a woman. He softened his muscles in his back, dropping himself to the surface of the bedframe and stared up at the ceiling, knowing full well that if she didn't come to him nothing would happen. He was too exhausted to yell at her, to punch her skull against a wall and growl. It would've made some early rising neighbors very suspicious as well, which would just blow their cover. Or rather, his cover. No, inside these walls they had to be quiet. Careful. Which was why he didn't walk over to her. Wrap his arms around her and draw her in for the longest kiss they had ever had while throwing her against the walls as she so very much seemed to enjoy. Was that why she was suddenly acting so cold towards him? He shuddered at the thought. He couldn't lose her. Not now, when he had finally found her. "Please .." he moaned, still staring up at the ceiling. An arm went up to cover his eyes as if the lights were too bright. "Just .." He couldn't say anything else, though. His mind was too full of emotions and unknown words for him to ever get the understanding of, and he was feeling extremely tired. That was what he got for not sleeping more than four hours in the last three days, searching for her, he guessed. TAGS: carrrrrrigan NOTES: the moment for other emotions blood pumping so fast.

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[carrigan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:200px; background-color:#eee; padding:10px;] I AM NO SAVIOR I am only your dog And I'm all tied up My wrists are bound I am the boat on your dock His voice constricted her like a snake. It wrapped around her neck like his hands. What was she supposed to do? Cassius never let her know what he wanted, except the money. And she didn't have that. She didn't know what he wanted that she could give him. It was obvious she didn't have what he came here for, and she'd never be able to give it to him. Money held no value for Carrigan. It meant nothing. If that was all he was trying to pull out of her, he'd never get it and not for lack of trying. She looked at him for a minute. Lithe body strewn on the bed. There he was, begging. It was out of character for him. And what was he even begging for? Carrigan felt sick. She felt her stomach flip this way and that way and she wanted to hurt him so badly. She cursed him for taking all her strength from her. If this had been hours ago, she would've clawed his eyes out. Instead she walked past the bed. Carrigan did not look at him again when she walked straight to the door. She kept her eyes at the target: the brass doorknob, tarnished from time but gleaming at her all the same. Carrigan touched it lightly with her fingertips, and then brushed som unruly hair (it had gone through some struggling, after all) behind her ear. She could leave, of course. She could dissipate again and leave hm floundering for her. Maybe he'd appreciate her more, then. But he wouldn't. He would just want money, and then he'd be more desperate for it and Carrigan still wouldn't have it. She gripped the door handle, ready to open it. What if she just never came back? But where would she go, then? Cassius was it. He was all she really understood, the first thing that was more than a street rat's play. He was divinity for her, and she hated him for being so. Her hand dropped from the knob and instead she placed both hands on the door, and then leaned her forehead against it. "I hate you," she whispered, and her voice was still choked, her throat still sore. Carrigan was vaguely aware of the dried blood on the back of her head, a little on the corners of her lips from when he broke the skin there. "I really fucking hate you." #cassius

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px;] If her removing himself wasn't hurting him enough, what she said to him next definitely killed him. It made his heart feel like someone was squeezing it, and not in a good way. In the worst possible way ever. His body lay motionless still on the bed, knowing full well that she was standing by the door, probably with her hand on the doorknob and ready to go. It felt terrible just to lie there and do nothing, but what was he supposed to do? He had no idea what was the right thing for him to do right now. The words echoed in his head. Hate. Over and over again, until he had enough and abruptly stood up to look at her. Her head was against the door and no hand on the doorknob. He had been mistaken. She wasn't going to leave him. A sudden relief welled over him and he felt overjoyed inside, some pieces of the restraints on his heart falling off. Suddenly he was behind her, putting both of his hands above her own so he was blocking her from retreating, but not violently so. His head dropped to the side of hers, breathing heavily against the bare skin of her neck. He let some of his guard down for her now. "And I really fucking love you." He had to grit his teeth at his own words, touching the weird feeling at them with his tongue behind closed doors. He had never said anything like it to anyone in his life before, probably not even to his own parents who he didn't even remember. It was fine, though. Carrigan was all he needed in his life. Carrigan was all he would ever need. "So much that it pains me to even say it. So much that it goes beyond my whole being, and then some." He kept breathing into her ear. "Do you even know what you're doing to me?" Do she realise that she was keeping him on a leash, a leash even he couldn't break free from? TAGS: carrrrrrigan NOTES: the moment for other emotions blood pumping so fast.

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[carrigan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:200px; background-color:#eee; padding:10px;] I AM NO SAVIOR I am only your dog And I'm all tied up My wrists are bound I am the boat on your dock "And I really fucking love you." She couldn't have heard that right. Carrigan kept her head down, but her fingers started trembling beneath his. "So much that it pains me to even say it. So much that it goes beyond my whole being, and then some." No, he was lying. What an awful, dirty liar. Carrigan felt angry. She felt like hitting things. The switchblade's weight was ever present in her pocket. His words burned her skin, his heat on her back was too hot, dizzyingly so. "Do you even know what you're doing to me?" "Stop it!" her voice cracked, and Carrigan pulled her hands from under his and put them on her ears. She closed her eyes tightly. He was still all around her. She couldn't escape Cassius and the way he pressed in on her body and in her mind and she could smell him, too. "You're a liar!" her voice was a shriek, probably too loud for him to be comfortable with. Despite her words, she was pressed against his chest. Despite all the anger she felt (or maybe in spite of it) she had opened her eyes and was looking at him. Carrigan had twisted and now her nose was touching Cassius' nose. She blinked at him with big, wet eyes and slowly took her hands off her ears, instead wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed him for the second time, mostly because she could not place her words just right. Everything she wanted to say sat heavy on her tongue, and Carrigan was unable to convey it. This seemed like a better idea; to just put the words right in his mouth. She kissed him angrily, though, taking the pain she wanted to inflict on him by biting and taking up oxygen. Soon she was practically hanging off the floor, her little body like velcro on her tough and unyielding one. #cassius

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px;] my veins at maximum capacity

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:350px;] Something inside of him beat against his skin when he heard Carrigan yell out for him to stop. That he was lying. Something inside of him hurt because of it, but he didn't make any move, or say anything. It wasn't like him to do that. He just stayed there, hovering over her, making her realise that he wasn't going to go away. He kept his hands over hers until she finally slipped them away from under, and turned to face him. His eyes were gazing downwards, so he didn't look at her. She was facing him, but he wasn't facing her. He was only barely keeping himself together, and he thought that if he looked into her eyes he would fall apart. And he was probably going to, the way things were going. He didn't move until she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Kissed him for the umft time that night, and it felt right. It felt like it wasn't enough, that they should've done it so many more times, but maybe they had some time from now on. She was being aggressive, though. It hadn't seemed like she would be advancing from what had happened just minutes ago, but he was glad she was up for it. He wasn't sure he was, but he wanted to push himself. He wanted to take control over himself again, because he had looked so pathetic practically begging her earlier. One of his hands snaked his way around her waist, with the other remaining at the door. He returned the passion in her kiss, so intensely and deeply that he had trouble breathing, making his nostrils flare against her upper lip. He knew then what he wanted to do. With the hand he had kept prodded against the door he picked her up - she was practically hanging onto him anyway - and carried her over to the bed, throwing her down. With a single look, full of lust and greed, he dropped himself on top of her and started ripping at the fabric of her clothing, still breathing heavily and exploring the depth of Carrigan's mouth. FADE TO BLACK/FIN. TAGS: carrrrrrigan NOTES: the moment for other emotions blood pumping so fast.

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