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RP: You make me feel....
Date: 9/10 March 2005
Characters: Parvati Patil
Location: Copper Towers
Status: Private
Summary: Parvati tries to settle her nerves
Completion: Complete
Warning: Memories of sexual assault
Parvati stepped into the bathtub, allowing her body to get used to the hot water a bit at a time. She reached for a glass of wine, her third of the night, taking a long, slow sip.
I've got to get more sleep tonight, she thought. This is a getting bit ridiculous.
For days--well for a week, now, she had been running on pure adrenaline, hardly eating, hardly sleeping--a bundle of nervous anticipation. And when she did sleep, those dreams. Her libido had come certainly back with a vengeance, hadn't it?
She lay back against the cushioning charm at the head of the tub, sliding her hands from her knees to her thighs, trying not to think about the images that still remained from her remarkably vivid, sensual dreams.
It's been so long...
She moved her left hand up her torso to cup a breast tentatively.
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Parvati moaned as she felt warm skin sliding over hers, the satisfying weight of a solid, muscular body pressing her into a soft mattress, lips at her neck, on her breast, on her stomach. She arched her back and closed her eyes, giving in fully to the sensations.
It was the rank smell of fear and desperation that made her realize that something had changed.
Can you actually smell in dreams? she thought. It has to be a dream. I can't really be back there, can I?
She opened her eyes in dread.
That hated face in front of her, it seems so real.
I'm never going to get that damned face out of my mind.
Her skin crawled with revulsion.
And the pain--it felt real, too.
Please, stop!
Let me go.
I won't tell anyone, I swear.
Let me go....
She woke up finally, trying to shake off the nausea. It didn't work.
She ran to the toilet, retching, shaking, scratching at her skin until it bled. When there was nothing left in her stomach, not even bile, she turned on the shower, waiting until the water was scalding hot to step inside.
Date: 9/10 March 2005
Characters: Parvati Patil
Location: Copper Towers
Status: Private
Summary: Parvati tries to settle her nerves
Completion: Complete
Warning: Memories of sexual assault
Parvati stepped into the bathtub, allowing her body to get used to the hot water a bit at a time. She reached for a glass of wine, her third of the night, taking a long, slow sip.
I've got to get more sleep tonight, she thought. This is a getting bit ridiculous.
For days--well for a week, now, she had been running on pure adrenaline, hardly eating, hardly sleeping--a bundle of nervous anticipation. And when she did sleep, those dreams. Her libido had come certainly back with a vengeance, hadn't it?
She lay back against the cushioning charm at the head of the tub, sliding her hands from her knees to her thighs, trying not to think about the images that still remained from her remarkably vivid, sensual dreams.
It's been so long...
She moved her left hand up her torso to cup a breast tentatively.
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Parvati moaned as she felt warm skin sliding over hers, the satisfying weight of a solid, muscular body pressing her into a soft mattress, lips at her neck, on her breast, on her stomach. She arched her back and closed her eyes, giving in fully to the sensations.
It was the rank smell of fear and desperation that made her realize that something had changed.
Can you actually smell in dreams? she thought. It has to be a dream. I can't really be back there, can I?
She opened her eyes in dread.
That hated face in front of her, it seems so real.
I'm never going to get that damned face out of my mind.
Her skin crawled with revulsion.
And the pain--it felt real, too.
Please, stop!
Let me go.
I won't tell anyone, I swear.
Let me go....
She woke up finally, trying to shake off the nausea. It didn't work.
She ran to the toilet, retching, shaking, scratching at her skin until it bled. When there was nothing left in her stomach, not even bile, she turned on the shower, waiting until the water was scalding hot to step inside.