Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140903154828/@comment-5583506-20140921045813

(Last post, night!)

"Why did you come here?" she asked the shape in her doorway as she was packing her bags.

"To convince you to stay", replied the man.

She slammed shut her suitcase. "That time has passed", she lamented. "Please, move out of my way."

The man stepped out in the light. "I won't let you", said Francois.

She slapped him hard across the face, but he hardly seemed to notice. Her eyes flickered. "I don't want to run anymore. I am tired of running, tired of fleeing."

"Then why continue to run? Why not stay here... with me?"

She sighed. "Because that is the roles we have chosen for ourselves. You are an investigator, a man of the law. It is your job to catch me. I am a hacker, a thief of data. It is my job to run from you. You are the hound and I am the vixen. It is really that simple. Now move, would you?"

But in the precise moment she intended to leave, he blocked her path by stretching out his arm. "I told you already that I won't let you."

He leaned closer and eventually their lips met, sharing a passionate kiss.

"You are right", she murmured as his hands loosened her grip around the suitcase and started to explore her body. A moan escaped her lips. "I am tired of running..."

He danced her to the bed and she could feel it catching her back as he fell over her. "Oh, Francois", she whispered.

-

She awoke all of a sudden with an expression of distress. "That was... unusual?" she grumbled in confusion.

She found the dream somewhat disturbing, but not necessarily unpleasant. The only downside was that it had been in monochromatic colours and that the acting from Francois' and hers dream counterparts was a hundred times worse than the old Humphreus Bougharth movies her dreamworld had been obviously inspired by for some unknown reason.

"Why do things happen as they do in dreams?" she said dazed and stroke her lips where Francois had kissed her as she tried to remember if it had been any differently since the last time when they had slept next to each other.