Setting up your razor-wire shrine (Closed RP: River and Stephen Maturin)

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River was silent as she led Stephen into their bedroom, not looking at him. "Get undressed and lie down on the bed." Her voice was empty of everything but the words. She ignored him and went to get the barbed wire--- this time remembering to set the ward on it, the same one that they used on the scalpel.


((OOC: Angst. Blood-play. Bondage. Punishment. Barbed wire....

... in other words, business as usual. R+ for all of the above.))

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"I think that is what I always wanted," he said. It made sense for someone who wanted that, wanted to give themselves completely up to another, to pursue someone like Diana; it was fortunate that in River he had found someone who felt a corresponding responsibility in accepting his surrender. He did, at this moment, believe it, that she would take care of him. Whether this fragile belief would survive his next bout of raging jealousy was another question, but for now, he was very happy.

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"You chased her," River said, answering his thought. "But you got me." She cuddled up against him, her arms going around him. "It's the most remarkable thing I could imagine, having this from you. I just hope I... live up to it. That's what I want. To... take care of you. Keep you. For mine."

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

"I think we are getting better at this," he said. "When we came back here from the secrets board, I thought for certain there was no way things would be this well between us for a good while again."

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River hugged him. "Well, if any couple's had practice at making up, it's us." She stretched out against him. "I love you, Stephen. My husband."