In the gym...

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka enters the gym, flips on the lights and checks out the scene. There's a punching bag. It looks a lot like her. She strips down to sweats and a t-shirt and gets down to the serious business of beating the shit out of herself.

And waits for Camulus.

Comments

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

Camulus grabs the back of Beka's neck roughly, noticing the way that her head lolls slightly. He was furious. Nothing he was doing had an effect on her. He was . . . he was . . . frustrated. He jerked her head up so it was spare inches away. He could smell the coppery blood that stained her face and ground below them. And for once he did what his host was screaming in his mind to do.

He kissed her. Roughly. It wasn't a mark of affection; it was just another assault.

[[OOC: Is that okay? I don't see where this could go except le sex. *sings to self* Oh whoa black Betty, ram-bo-lam . . .]]

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

This. Finally. She'd known. Waited for it. Wanted it even. Deserved it for believing for a few minutes that someone like Cam could care about her.

The ice around her heart melted. She hurt.

She wrapped her hand around the back of his head. Pulled him down, hard. Then she sank her teeth into his lip, not stopping the kiss, just make it more fitting.