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Post by DYLAN COLLINS on Jul 28, 2012 0:51:56 GMT -5
. But you are something like a flower, unfolding before me EMMA/SIMONE <3, 696, black boxers , aww <3 the couch was uncomfortable and her apartment was hot but dylan was not about to let the girl that had his attention end up being attacked by her ex-boyfriend, who had been confirmed to have left france. the thought scared him but dylan was too good at hiding his emotions and instead let it out by insisting that he stayed on her couch since she was unable to stay at plan a’s house. the fact that she was still in this apartment was enough to send dylan into a protective mood but at least he was sleeping on her couch. he would sleep in her bed, and it looked so inviting when she offered it but dylan knew that his control could only stretch so thin and she was pushing it just being herself. beautiful, gentle, vivacious and everything that dylan thought was not his type. her looks did not help the cause either because with her dark brown hair and chestnut colored eyes, dylan almost felt his knees go week. good news was, he was laying down currently trying to ignore the fact that the woman in the other room was half dressed under her blanket and sleeping peacefully. he quickly rolled over onto his side, trying to get comfortable once more as he was also sharing half of the couch with the fennec fox that she labelled as a pet while dylan was sure that the thing was going to bite his toes off in the middle of the night. he had just started to fall asleep, almost there as his eyes grew heavy as a result of the sore muscles from the training that he pushed himself to have today. sleep was just starting to come when a strange sound had the male and the fox sitting up, attention halted on the door as it jiggled and then suddenly busted open to reveal a male figure standing in the door way. rolling his eyes, he uncovered his blanket clad body and was only dressed in boxers as it was the most comfortable clothing option for the male. ”if you don’t have a key, you really shouldn’t be trying to get into other people’s apartments..” [/b], there was a reply but his attention was on the woman who was holding up a random object as a weapon which caused him to snort even though the situation was dire. his momentary smile soon faded as the intruder caught sight of his prize and started to take a step closer to simone, ”don’t touch her.”[/b] he all but hissed out and was slightly surprised by the sound of his own voice. it held a protective edge as his arm was outstretched, an action that had occurred as soon as the intruder had set eyes on simone, infront of the girl who appeared to be terrified. dylan had all but been too busy trying to watch simone’s back that he did not notice the fist that was coming at his face, causing him to take two steps back by sheer surprise. no one hit dylan collins and he was suddenly rubbing at his smashed jaw with a wince before launching himself at the male, tackling him to the floor, ”go in to the room, call the police!”[/b] he barked the orders while trying to keep in control of the intruder. it took a few punches and a knock to the head before dylan rose victorious, lifting his arms up like champion would. he hardly noticed that a black eye was forming or that his jaw was bruised, or that the fox was staring at him with adoring eyes for protecting it’s owner. all dylan could think about was simone and making sure that she was okay. he gingerly walked to the door as his muscles were now extremely sore from the pure adrenaline exertion that took place only moments before, he gently knocked, ”hey beautiful..it’s okay…you can come out..”[/b] he hushed softly, cooing his words for her own benefit. it was hard for dylan to be comforting as he was hardly aware of his own feelings but for simone, he would be anything that she needed right now.[/div][/center] |
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Post by sim on Jul 28, 2012 2:31:44 GMT -5
 Simone had slept easy that night with the thought that she had a SEAL sleeping on her couch. She had hoped to have a place to stay and was sure that the Dawson's would've let her... If they hadn't gone to visit relatives in Nevada for two weeks. At that point she had accepted that she'd just have to tough it out and call the police next time the mystery stalker harassed her, and she had told Dylan exactly that. But he had insisted on being her live-in security guard until this man was identified. She had accepted reluctantly and promised to cook for him everynight, but she could've kissed him, just between you and me. She had felt a lot better not having to deal with it alone and had fallen asleep with no nagging thoughts drifting in to disrupt her.
Dylan... He was a tricky one to read. She had a feeling he didn't entirely show all of himself, like he was holding back. Maybe it was just a military guy thing, being able to control your emotions and it just carried over to normal life out of habit. That's what she had put it down to after her days of pondering it. She was relatively good at analysing people, not that she made a habit out of it. But Dylan had really captured her attention. She had no problems befriending people really, but he was different... Each time she talked to him, she wanted to spend more time with him. She wanted to figure him out.
She had slept peacefully the first couple hours of the night until she was awoken rudely by a commotion in the lounge. She sat bolt upright, eyes wide as she searched for any kind of weapon. Without even thinking about it, she slid off her bed and snagged a clothes hanger, of all things, to take with her. She held it defensively infront of her as she shuffled out of her room in a white tanktop and a matching pair of white boycut panties, biting her lip as her nerves kicked in. She heard the muffled voice of Dylan as she rounded the corner, standing on the otherside of the living room across from the intruder. She felt shivers run down her spine as Romain, her ex boyfriend, was indentified as her stalker, "Romain!" she squeaked, tightening her grip on her weapon and bringing it closer to her body. She just wanted to disappear into the wallpaper at that point, hating the way he looked at her like she was his property.
Dylan's amusement at her choice of weapon went on deaf ears as she was simply paralysed with cold fear. This man held nothing but bad memories of how he had assaulted her. She would never forgive him for what he had done to her. Her gaze finally moved from Romain to the half naked Dylan standing in between them, his voice surprising her a little. He sounded very pissed off and she almost felt sorry for Romain and what was about to happen to him. Nobody would want to piss off an angry SEAL.
She was so petrified that she hadn't even noticed Romain's fist until it had hit it's mark and she let out a scream, not sure whether to run or go to Dylan's aid, not that it'd help anyway, she was no fighter or nurse. What came next was no surprise to Simone as Dylan tackled Romain to the ground, wrestling with him to keep him still. She nodded as he ordered her into her room and she did as she was told, going into survival mode. She spun around and ran into her room, launching herself at her cellphone and calling the cops. She had trouble explaining what she wanted as she was stuttering so bad and her accent wasn't helping at all. But she got her plea across and abruptly and flipped her cell shut, standing in the middle of her room. She looked back towards the door, biting her lip as the noises stopped. She heard footsteps and braced herself, her clothes hanger ready to be thrown. But no, it was just Dylan's soothing voice coming from behind the door and her body visibly relaxed as she hurried to the door and opened it, her big chestnut eyes filled with worry as she looked up at him, "You're hurt..." She observed, subconsciously reaching out, her fingers hovering an inch from his jaw before she dropped her hand, still hugging the clothes hanger to her with the other, "Romain...?" She questioned, glancing passed him into the living room and seeing the unconscious body of her ex. Well, her question was answered. Now all they had to do was wait for the police to arrive.
She stepped backwards and turned, sitting down on the corner of the bed, "Oh mon dieu..." she held her head, feeling slightly faint. All that adrenaline so shortly after she had woken was taking effect, "I didn't think he would come all the way here to what... What was he planning to do?!" Panic rose in her throat at the thought of what he might've done if Dylan wasn't there and she just couldn't help herself, abruptly lifting herself off the bed and hurrying over to Dylan, throwing her arms around him in a greatful hug, "Oh my god... Dylan thankyou." She said, squeezing her eyes shut as tears threatened to form. She owed this man her life.
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Post by DYLAN COLLINS on Jul 28, 2012 4:04:47 GMT -5
. But you are something like a flower, unfolding before me EMMA/SIMONE <3, 696, black boxers , aww <3 dylan was not exactly sure what had just occurred and he figured that his more trained side of himself had taken over as he proceeded to get off the unconscious male’s body and wiped at his jaw which was now starting to feel the brunt of the hit. sighing softly, he looked around the room to see the fox staring at him with both a shocked expression and a rather adorable look with it’s ears pinned back, ”you kind of look like a cat like that..” [/b] he commented while readjusting his jaw before moving toward the door that simone had disappeared behind at the start of the fight. the male had gone down easier than dylan had expected and he was slightly disappointed in the fact that he did not get to put in more of a fight than a few punches. his body was ready for action, he was ready to see the battlefield and yet—the call was not coming in. this was the closest that he got and it did not at all satisfy him but he knew that he could not worry about himself and that he needed to care for her to the best of his ability. dylan was never a guy to stick to one girl, or any girl but simone had him coming back for more, wanting to protect her and be there for her in every manner. it was the biggest reason that he was sleeping on her couch and watching her back as much as he was. ”yea you can come out..”[/b] he commented cooly, trying to not appear as tired and injured as he was. the jaw was not the part that hurt but his eye was burning and he was sure that mason was going to get a kick out of his new look that he would be sporting for the next few days, week tops. she stepped out and looked at the male’s form which caused dylan to rub at the back of his neck and give a small cough to clear the air, ”I’m okay and..you know him, I assume..”[/b] he commented lightly before dropping his hand to his side, ”seems like we found the identity of your stalker..”[/b] and by the look on the girl’s face, it was a well-known and unwelcomed face that was lying on her living room carpet. ”oh mon..what?”[/b] he asked, finding himself salivating to the french words coming off her native tongue as soon as they were spilled into the tense air that was the apartment. giving a shrug, dylan could only guess what the male’s plans were when breaking into the familiar woman’s apartment and dylan was just thankful that he had been here, on her couch, to stop it. ”well he was stopped…whatever was going through his sick mind..”[/b], he muttered the last part, not wanting her to even process what the male could have done to her. suddenly her body was launched into his and dylan caught his footing just in time to catch her, wrapping his arms around her waist and raising an eyebrow as he lightly rubbed her back, hoping that he was being comforting. the only person that dylan had to comfort was his mother at his father’s funeral and mason during training, besides that, dylan was not too experienced in making other people feel better and that was very well a problem in this situation. ”don’t mention it..”[/b] as he tried to sound smooth and full of arrogance but his voice came out softer, as if he was dependable any time that she needed help. he finally had to pull back as his hands unwound from her form and he gently took her face into his face. cupping both cheeks, he took in her eyes, making sure she was not in shock or in pain but she appeared to be okay—besides shaken up. ”he didn’t get ya. he won’t get you.”[/b] and that was the closest thing that the girl was going to get to a promise from the seal as he leaned in, unable to control himself, and pressed a light kiss to her lips. ”trust me, mason has given me worse that this shiner. i’ll be fine beautiful…but..”[/b], he turned his attention to the male to make sure that he was still passed out on the floor, ”who is he to you? you know him…he knows you..he had the intention of breaking in here…”[/b] as dylan needed all of the facts not for her sake but to put his own mind at rest. [/div][/center] |
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Post by sim on Jul 28, 2012 6:22:26 GMT -5
Did she know him? Oh god... She wasn't sure if she was ready to air out her story yet. Yes it was worthy of telling, but she didn't like reliving it in any form. She sometimes had nightmares that would wake her during the night, but she guessed that wasn't that bad and expected it to go away in time, "Yes I know him..." She admitted, biting her lip and looking up at him, "He's Romain Laurent... My ex boyfriend from my senior year of highschool." She added bluntly, contemplating on what to tell him and what to hold back, though she had the feeling he'd be able to tell if she chose not to tell the full story. She didn't want him to think she would hide things from him so she opted to confess.
Dylan was being the perfect gentleman and being very calm and soothing through it all which was definitely having an effect on her. Her heart stopped racing and her breathing slowed, her flushed face slowly returning to its creamy color. She stopped herself from thinking any further on what Romain would've done if Dylan wasn't there and she felt secure in the fact that the police were coming to take him in for processing. He was obviously very lost and needed some guidance.
She had clung to him like he was her lifesource, her arms wrapped tightly around his torso and her fingernails grazed his back slightly. Unintentionally ofcourse. The fact that they were both in their underwear hadn't really occurred to her in the heat of the moment. It felt good to have someone to depend on other than herself and the way he was being so gentle with her made her feel like a child again.
Her eyes were wide as he took her face in his hands and she simply stared into his eyes as he looked her over. She nodded her head once, wholeheartedly believing that he wouldn't let Romain succeed in attacking her, if that's what he planned to do. She was finally back to her normal self when he kissed her so gently. She felt butterflies in the pit of her stomach and she almost melted on the spot. It took her a moment to hear his words through her daze, "Oh.." was all she could muster in that time, seeing him in a whole new light.
First off, he had once told her that no one had interested him in Myrtle Beach before, and he had expressed to her that he found her intriguing. Then, he had taken responsibility for policing her apartment when she had told him that someone had been harassing her. He had asked her out to dinner, and then he had insisted on making sure her apartment was secure. Tonight he had just saved her from what could have been a very traumatic experience. What was going on? Where did they stand after it all? Her head spun as all these thoughts hit her at once. She had a lot to think about.
A slight frown marred her beautiful face as she lifted her hand to his face again, gently stroking his cheek, "I'll get you some ice, chéri." she said softly, sidestepping him and walking towards the kitchen, the little fennec fox soon trotting at her heels. With a wary glance at the man on the floor, she opened the fridge freezer, pulling out a small icepack for the SEAL while considering how she would start to tell him about Romain, "Well... Romain and I got along at first... But he changed slowly." She began, crossing back over to him and carefully placing the icepack on his jaw for him to hold, "He got very possessive and he wanted to control everything I did. He always accused me of cheating with anyone that I hung out with, but it wasn't ever true." She confessed, her eyes dropping to the floor as she bit her lip nervously, "One of the nights he accused me, I got angry. And I mean really angry... I yelled and screamed at him to stop acting the way he was. I'd never done that before, and he flipped out. He grabbed me and threw me against a bench..." she trailed off, looking back up at him and lifting her elbow closer to him, clearly visible lines ran across it from her multiple surgeries, "It crushed my elbow and they had to reconstruct the joint... It still hurts but I manage." and there it was, the first person to know about the incident outside of France. Now she was afraid that he might attack Romain's unconscious body some more. She gripped his biceps lightly, ready to try and stop him if he did, or atleast get in his way, "But it's okay, really... I got over it... I mean, seeing him here scared me, ofcourse, but i'm fine. I promise." she assured him, offering a small smile to cement the fact. She didn't need a bloodbath in her apartment in the middle of the night.
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Post by DYLAN COLLINS on Jul 31, 2012 2:45:05 GMT -5
. But you are something like a flower, unfolding before me EMMA/SIMONE <3, 696, black boxers , he's freaked xD <3 dylan was not a man of many words, actions or even respect for anyone. you had to earn all of that, so why was he staying on the couch who belonged to a woman that he hardly knew? this question was even stumping the male as he flexed his fingers a few times as the knuckles were aching from the impact of fist to face with the male lying on the ground currently, knocked out cold. he felt accomplished, and felt that adrenaline kick in to the point that he could have ran around the block a number of times without getting winded. but her voice brought him out of his thoughts and he quickly took in a deep breath as his more reckless and slightly restless side of him surrendered to the caring side, nodding as he listened to her, ”high school? did you stand him up at prom or something?” [/b]. it was obviously a joke because someone from high school that still held a grudge was just pathetic but the male seemed determined to cause damage to either simone or her residence, so there must have been a reason for it. dylan could have pried the truth out of her, he could have sat on the couch and held her and comforted her as she spilled the stories of her past but that was not him in the slightest. he was tougher than that, colder to the world than that and even a sweet looking french girl was not going to change him—at least not yet. however his plan to slip back under the covers was short lived as he suddenly felt arms around his torso, holding him like a security blanket. he was confused and the expression on his face showed it but a natural instinct took over and he wrapped his arms around her smaller frame but his hold was light, as if any tighter and she would shatter in his very arms. he was unsure of what took over him, the feelings, the comforting side, the gentle heart was currently beating against his ribcage but his lips found hers as they had the night at the club. he wished to push further but he stopped himself once more, gaining the self control that a seal was trained to have and nodded to her as she mentioned something about ice. he flinched away from her touch and gritted his teeth as he shook his head, ”it’s fine.”[/b] because as he had mentioned before, the male had far worse done to him by his own best friend. the bruise was nothing but a small scar of his heroism, and it did not hurt that bad, just when he blinked. he slowly lowered his bottom onto the nearest surface which turned out to the coffee table that had nearly been flipped over in all the excitement. he had wanted to put the intruder’s head through the glass surface but figured that was just a little too violent, and a little too messy for his tastes. the male watched the intruder with eyes narrowing for any sign of him waking up and dylan was sure that he could easily put him back into his unconscious state until the police arrived. ”changed?”[/b] was the word that caught his attention and he found himself repeating it with furrow brows, already getting the gist of what she meant by changed. it meant that his temper got the better of him and he laid his hands on the sweet angel, ”that son of a bitch..”[/b] he cursed out louder than he meant to and was not paying attention as his eyes were still on the male—envisioning the different torture methods he could use. ”he sounds like a keeper there simone…no wonder you left him.”[/b], all speaking through clenched teeth as the grip on the icepack grew tighter until his knuckles turned white. ”okay..”[/b] but he was still unsure of her even being close to the male so dylan slowly began to stand, putting a barrier between the male and himself as he hissed to the cold ice against the bruised skin. he was aching and there was no doubt about that at all but he would not show weakness and it was not because of her being in his presence, though he did not want to seem weak to her either but it was his father’s voice that flooded into his head, telling him to keep guard and keep watch and not let the intruder out of his sights and dylan was going to listen to that voice because it had always been his voice of reason. ”why don’t you get some sleep, I’ll wait for the police and explain what happened..”[/b] and then he did something that even surprised him as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head before sliding down into a kneeling position, ready to attack if need be. [/div][/center] |
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