1. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Leaves

    He was all too aware of the trail of her palm. Fingers searching up the tickling tender of his inner thigh. Sent little shivers ups his spine. Felt her bump the pressed and bundled swell of his erection. And fuck if he didn't like the grip of her fingers taking what they wanted. A blurred line...
  2. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Leaves

    It was as if the entire world had gone still between the push and pull of lungs. Some cold wind come over them and stole the warmth that had been building between them right out from his chest. A cold realization. Maybe he had gone too far. Maybe he had been too clumsy. Reminded her of some...
  3. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Leaves

    She leaned into him, and he bit his bottom lip. Breath hissed hot through his teeth as she pulled his hand down between her thighs. Rag still worked between his fingers like some damned wet glove. "I could imagine," the words ached on his tongue, and his teeth hung by the clam shell of her ear...
  4. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Leaves

    "Wet ghoul and regret," he laughed. "That does sound fucking awful," he mused. The warm trails of where his hands and arms had pressed against her still steaming off of him. Come the jostle shimmy and shrug out of the shirt, the visible hiss of the cool water turned to ghostly vapors and...
  5. Garrod Arlette

    Open Twice a Sinner, Half a Saint

    Garrod looked down at the corpse that lay twisted and mangled beneath him. Eyes pecked out. Liver ripped to shreds, and innards hollowed out. As if the work of a thousand angry sheers had turned to hands. Heart gone. Lungs missing. He drew his knife. Plunged the heavy tooth of its point into the...
  6. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Leaves

    "Not into knife play then," he said easy as she walked over. An excited wiggle to how he shift to give her more room. "Good, to know, not too fond of it myself," he made a face. All shared distaste at the mention of a disinteresting wine. When she sat down next to him he smiled the wider. Easy...
  7. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Leaves

    A pleased hum through the teeth as she came up. Breath between them thick as soup. Their lips pressed to each other, and his eye watched the fire paint it's gold and red glow across the snowy swell of her cheek. And he could swear she was blushing with the same heat that pumped through his...
  8. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Leaves

    He felt his chords pull taught as she pulled him up. Sinew stretched, and the hurts of the day's hunt gnawed at him and his want to move. Felt alive, for all the pain of it, even if he had to adjust his footing for the first two steps. Mind alight with the sound of crunching across rocks and...
  9. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Leaves

    The silences that fell between them seemed, easier. Like breaths taken between another push or pull across the currents that swept them up. Rawness there to it. In his chest. Heart pounding as it was. Between his ears. Neck all flutter and warm. Ears tickling with the sound of her laugh. Mind...
  10. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Leaves

    A long rumbled hum came from his throat. "Sounds like someone I know," he nudged her with his shoulder. "Smart as hell, and mean," a smirk tugging on the corner of his lip. Saw how her eyes seemed to look past the moment. Made him blink, and gather his lips. Saw how tender she looked then...
  11. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    Not was left of the Cazadore, Amariel, save her coat, her hat, and the sword she had wielded against them. Bits of the blighted growth that had sprout from her flesh, scattered about. His eye, on those pieces, one after the other, until the Stranger called out to him. His eye flit to her. A...
  12. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Leaves

    The silence stretched out between them. What came from it surprised him. Her body tensing and twisting with each part of the story she gave up to him. Her hand moved, showed her skin stretch about where old scars still pulled against all the skin still left alive. Marked with the sort of scars...
  13. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Leaves

    His lips scrunched. Not quite a frown. A thought, wriggling out of his brain. "Here I thought it was the pork," he said absently. His eye narrowed of a sudden. Brow arched as his chin keeled to one side. Ate another spoonful. Mulled it all over. "Who taught you?" he asked. Sincere in every...
  14. Garrod Arlette

    Private Legends in Waiting

    Ilan laughed, all sharp and clear at the quips. "Ah, Lady Verseheart, you've not met many Cazadores then, I take it," eyes aglow with mischief. The tiniest tilt of the head pointed to the dour brute who poured their dark drinks. "Worse than sailors, I'd say," Garrod grumbled. Splashed a bit of...
  15. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Leaves

    Looked at her from the corner of his left eye. All sinew and whipchord that she was. Softer now. Pale tresses hanging as they did. Like silvered willow leaves, trailing easy in the wind. Blue eyes burning like wisps of witchfire. Nod to her, and looked to the river. Watched the moons trace and...
  16. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Leaves

    He watched her go. Down by the river. Well, Oh Bearer Mine, that couldn't have gone any better, if you ask me. The demon curled inside his head. All happy rumble. He scrunched his brow. Looked down at himself. All of himself. Warm spots on hist arms where he had held her. Palms and fingers...
  17. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Leaves

    He saw her eyes. Saw the shake and tremble. The kind that worked through the sinew. Twinged sharp when you moved wrong. Bone and nail still between his teeth until the teeth went click. "This is torment," He leaned forward. Reached out. Scooped up the bowl she had laid down. The old well worn...
  18. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Leaves

    It knocked at the back of his throat, between pant and breath, all coming up to surface. I can't her hands slipping from his hair. All warm trails down his neck. Bones and nails rattle across chain. I'm not what you are looking for. His green eye smoked to life there from that pit of warmth...
  19. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Leaves

    Closer and closer. She drew. Darker and darker, he grew. She knew. How the shadows turned. Felt upon her palms. The press of her thumbs. Unforgiving. Unrepentant. How he burned. He gave his mouth to her. Hungry with the want to feel. Teeth and tongue that savored the knock of fangs and scrape...
  20. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Leaves

    His breath fell hotter. Heavier. Fuller and surer. Like her hand pressed bellows that pumped with how her finger tips moved across his tendons and veins. Coaxing him to calm and steady rhythm. Made him feel safe. Despite the demon he carried. Despite the pact he had made. She had never...
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