King||one of THOSE daze

[hannahdrayton]

I SEE YOU THERE, DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU COME FROM

This week was just going horribly. As glad as she was that she had remembered something, it wasn’t doing her any good. She thought that she had managed to get past him, mostly unnoticed, but she heard footsteps following quickly behind her, then his voice. She spun around, waiting for another explosion from him, but was surprised by the tone of his voice. He actually sounded genuinely concerned, a far cry from the cold tone she had expected to hear when he continued speaking. For god’s sake, couldn’t he stick with one mood, it was beginning to confuse her even further.

Perhaps she had thought too soon. Her tears disappeared before they even fell at his next sentence, fury taking over before she could say anything back to his first question. And she thought that her mood could be erratic at times...at least she knew she had a valid reason for it. What she didn’t expect was for herself to swing a slap in the direction of his face, although it didn’t quite make its mark, his hand coming up to grip her wrist, stopping her just short of actually hitting him. She stood there, returning his glare with one of her own for a few moments, taking a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself down. She wasn’t normally like this...she didn’t think so, anyway.

“Not everything is about you, you know.”

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Tagged King
Words 235
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Muse All Along - The Offspring
Notes Ugh, short again...guess I know I should really be packing xD

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[kingstonkrown]

The King Has Left The Building

King ignored her comment. His hand suddenly pulled hers closer to his mouth. His eyes intent on hers, never wavering. He gently took her index finger into his mouth gently, nibbling softly. His eyes glaring into hers. No one was around, and even if they were, screw them for getting off at watching.

His grip was tight, but enough so that circulation could get threw to her hand and she could feel his every move. He took a few tiny kisses up her hand to her knuckle before his tongue dipped between her index and middle finger, laving it lightly. His eyes still on hers. Damn himself to hell a million times over and back again, but he was trying to fight was seemed an effortless battle. He quietly guided her up against the wall, his hand holding hers just to the side before he leaned in, placing a kiss on her lips. It felt like heaven to be this close to a woman again. And somehow she felt better, but maybe that was from abstinence.

Somehow his logic didn't see it quite like that, but he was too mixed up in Mari's honey sweet smell and the soft delicate texture of her lips. He nibbled gently on her top lip before he traced his tongue gently at her bottom lip, gently teasing at the corners, asking for her to open up.

count. IDK some big number
king's attire. polyvore
notes. Awww Poor Mari!
muse. radioactive by kings of leon

[hannahdrayton]

I SEE YOU THERE, DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU COME FROM

She had expected some sort of reply, or for him to leave again. She had just tried to hit the man, for god’s sake, he probably had something to say about that, or there would be a reoccurrence of the other day’s episode. He kept glaring, and she glared right back, she wasn’t going to back down now. What she didn’t expect, was what happened next. She wasn’t really sure how to react, when instead of letting go of her wrist he drew her hand closer instead, pressing it to his mouth. She froze, feeling her heart rate increase, feeling the glare slide from her face.

For the second time that week, she found herself backed up against a wall again, by him, although with less force this time, more careful. And again, his face drew closer to hers, and instead of stopping like last time, he went the whole way, kissing her this time. She didn’t think that he would let her go this time, even if she had wanted to leave, and she was glad that she had the wall against her back, giving her support her legs didn’t feel like they could right then.

She was fighting a losing battle. She resisted at first, but relented after a moment or two. Lips parted at his urging, letting him kiss her, and finding herself kissing him back, even though a small part of her said that this was probably a bad idea. She found herself moving closer to him, body unconsciously moulding itself against his, probably a little inappropriately, to anyone watching. The hand he wasn’t holding went up, finding the back of his neck, where it rested, fingertips trailing somewhere between his hairline and the bare expanse of skin she found there.

A thought occurred to her. “Wait,” she said, sound a little breathless, pulling away slight, but keeping the gentle grip she had on him, asking him to stay and not to leave, worried that he would. “I’d really like to know your name,” she said, voicing the thought that had been bugging her since she had first spoken to him. “Please,” she added, almost as if she hoped that would convince him to tell her, resolve telling herself that she wasn’t going to let this go any further unless he did.

UNAWARE OF A STARE FROM SOMEONE

Tagged King
Words 386
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Muse WoW theme music
Notes He really should be nice and stop doing that to the poor woman...not that she minds too much =P

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[kingstonkrown]

The King Has Left The Building

King cursed under his breath, immediately going straight back, his guard going up and the iron wall returning almost before she could see, almost but not quite. He pulled away, even before he removed her hand. He seemed to contemplate telling her his name. Finally he settled on, "King." He then turned and left. Screw the damn stallion, he thought, he was stupid if he thought he'd get to ride him today anyways, it was a new place, let him relax, if he could.

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King didn't show up the next day, he did however pull up in a truck, another one following closely behind, a nice six slant trailer connected to it.

King parked quickly and helped the guy back it toward the barn. When he stopped King opened it up quickly. Walking inside to walk out a nice little chestnut mare with perfect manners. Then he pulled out another chestnut, but it was a gelding, and stuck him in a stall. A guy with a cast walked over, "I'll get Traver," he said, walking in and taking the horse out, he was a half brother to Donte, he was nice, but not nearly as elegant, and also not nearly as mean. Then again, King was still a little rusty and maybe the horse was getting away with something he hadn't noticed.

"How's the arm doin'?" King ask quietly.

"Fine, don't know why I'm supposed to wear the damn thing, I feel perfectly fine...." Ryder said, looking pass King at something or someone. King forced himself to not look. At any rate it was probably one of the younger ladies in the barn.

"I think I'll ride Traver, he's always goo-"

"No, you of all people should know better Ryder," King said.

Ryder mocked a hurt emotion and said, "Hey, since when did you start following rules?" But Ryder gave in reluctantly. "Well then I wanna see you on Hot Shot."

"More like P&V, what the hell have you fed that horse, you know I've gotten complaints already?" King said.

"You? He's my horse."

"No, he's my nightmare."

"Chicken?" Ryder asked.

Something twitched in King's stubborn jaw and he walked quietly down the aisle, grabbing the halter and slipping into the stall. There was a muffled curse as a hoof thudded against a wall. King wrestled the halter over the horse's head and walked him out. The horse started to trot in front of him but King jerked him back with the stud chain. The horse lifted his lip, planted his back feet and began to rear. "Hey, whoa," King said, placing a hand on his neck. The horse snorted and then kicked out when a horse tried to reach out and touch him. "Shh...," he said quietly before fighting him into the cross ties. "Better get your little mare out of here Ry," he said as he managed to get the other cross tie clipped on without getting a chunk missing from his hand.

He quickly cleaned his feet out and then tacked him up, not bothering with everything else because he wasn't going to manage it without getting murdered.

Meanwhile Ryder leaned against the wall, watching quietly. "You've ridden stallions before haven't you?"

King made a face, "Not since I was younger, when I didn't care to have any broken bones," he added.

"What and now you care?" Ryder said with a little malice.

"Listen! Ok, I quit because-" he looked around and lowered his voice. "I quit because that SOB might go after my father, and damn me for caring but he had never done me any wrong," which was in fact a lie, but Ryder didn't know that.

Ryder was silent.

King finished up the horse and walked him slowly to the arena, cooing to him softly, his ears smartly pinned on Will. He had a devilish look on his face. "Too bad I'm not allowed to shoot you," he grumbled. The horse seemed to catch the meaning and he went to bite at King. King immediately took his whip and smacked him on the side hard, "NO," he emphasized. The horse swirled around him and started to kick out. King held the reins firmly and said, "Bdrrrddrrr, calm down." The horse snorted as he trotted in a tight circle before seeming to calm down and walk forward.

King walked into the indoor arena, because it was really the only safely enclosed arena. He watched Ryder shut the arena gate quietly before moving to sit on the brightly lit bleachers.

King pulled himself up. He was half way on when the horse started to take off. King jerked the reins, "WHOA!" he growled just loud enough for the horse to hear. He ignored king and continued to do his own thing, trotting in a close circle and shaking his head before kicking out at King. King righted himself into the saddle and jerked on the outside rein twice, "HO!" he growled. The horse jerked to a stop and started to lift his front end up before he all the sudden pivoted on his back feet to do a half of a three sixty. Not as athletic as Donte, but still athletic enough to unbalance King. King jerked the inside rein, now the outside, and said, "HEY! Knock it off!" King growled. The horse started to back up, nearly stepping on his back feet he was moving so quick. He seemed to aim for the railing. King smacked him hard with the whip. "Forward, forward!" King tried to turn the horse but he just ended up throwing his head in the air. King got him forward when he turned his spurs in and jabbed him.

He leaped forward, he popped a buck and did a wobbly canter before King brought him down.

Ryder sat on the bleachers quietly watching. He was texting to someone at the same time, but mostly watching.

King got him down to the far end, only then seeming to notice the floor to ceiling mirrors. He farted before taking off into a buck, trying to drop his shoulder and get low like a cutting horse. King didn't move much in the saddle. Usually by the third one was when he started to loose his balance. He always tried to catch them before they turned. King just pulled the horse into a tight circle, not being able to buck in that small of a circle.

King was completely enveloped in the work. He wouldn't even have noticed if gunshots started to go off.

count. IDK some big number
king's attire. polyvore
notes. Thinking we could begin the little light flurting, since King was so rude, she could do it purposely to piss King off.
muse. radioactive by kings of leon