TBE: Try to help him
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Current revision as of 21:48, 3 February 2010
It’s the concern in those beautiful green eyes that moves you to act. Your mind moves quickly, and you remember seeing something from a Bond film.
“Hurry, girl,” the boy says, and he looks back down the alleyway.
“Put those away before you get us killed,” you hiss at him.
“What . . .” is all the boy manages before you shove him against the wall, grab his head, and pull him down for a long, hard, deep kiss. You grab both of his arms and pull them down to the side, hoping that wherever he keeps his weapons, he can find their homes quickly.
After a stunned moment, the boy breaks the kiss, secrets his knife up a sleeve, and his pistol behind his back, and then grabs you. He turns you quickly, pressing your back against the hard brick of the alleyway.
“Thank you,” he says, and before you can respond, his lips are hard against yours.
This time, you’re the stunned one. You open your mouth to his, your tongue squirming out to lick at his lips, and you feel a slight moment of resistance, as if he had never kissed like this before. Then his mouth opens and you taste his tongue on yours. Your hands go to his back, nails pulling at his coat even as you press your small chest against him.
“There, there!” a voice said, and suddenly the alley is filled with men.
You keep your eyes closed and continue to kiss the boy, who is now kissing you back with as much if not more passion.
“You there!”
The boy is grabbed roughly from behind and ripped from your arms. You scream, half in surprise and half for theatric effect. There is a rough chorus of laughter as the men see you, your back pressed against the wall, and you realize that somehow, the boy managed to unlace the front of your shirt and expose one of your breasts the nipple hard against the cold air. You hadn’t even paid attention to his hands!
“Well, well, well,” the man who has grabbed the boy says. “What have we here?”
He’s dressed in the same uniform as the other men, a blue overcoat with a blue vest and white shirt, black pants and black boots. He wears a short sabre-like sword, and has a pistol on the other side. All of the men in the alley, five or six you think, are carrying what look like muskets.
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| Status | ||
| Health | #100 | Equipment:
Nothing |
| MP | #0 | |
| Level | # | |
