Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 14, 2015 3:03:34 GMT -5
Fin leaned back, his arms on the back of the couch, a smug grin on his face. Staring at Teagan as she coughed, he did feel bad slightly, though she had definitely deserved it. Acting like she was better than him. What he wasn't expecting was for her to snatched up her wand.
Finley's hands shot out to grab her, but a rope was already tightenin around his neck. Falling back as she straddled him, his eyes went wide as he struggled against the rope digoing into his neck. He was being properly strangled and the panic that seized his face as he struggled.
The German was whispering in his ear, the leather cord tightening. Fin was struggling, his feet kicked out from under him, gasping as he tried to escape, his vision fading to black.
His body was shaking ly violently as he tried to pull the rope from his neck. "Teagan... please, Teagan..." Fin was losing his vision "get it off please..." his strained and desperate.
"You die tonight..." The German kept whispering to him, Fin struggling desperately
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 14, 2015 7:15:21 GMT -5
The reaction Finley was giving her was most certainly not the one she had wanted. She had expected him to either apologize like she asked or to turn the tables on her yet again, but instead he was begging for her to get the rope off and was struggling violently against it. Well, that was a bit of an extreme reaction, she thought, seeing as she wasn't tightening the rope all that much or all that quickly. It was a slow constrictor, and she would never intentionally hurt him. But then, the more the pondered it in those few short seconds, it dawned on her.
The war...
The two were so challenging and playful and daring with one another that it slipped her mind just how much Finley suffered from bouts of shell shock. Her heart - holy shit, a heart? - wrenched in her chest, and her own subtle panic sprung forth in her eyes. "Shit, Fin.." She whispered, dropping her wand to end the spell and reaching forth to frantically remove the rope from his neck. "Damn it," she cursed herself. "I forgot, Fin. I'm so sorry." Sorry? She was apologizing? This man really had a way of messing with her head and crawling beneath her skin.
Her hands reached forward, seeing he was in a state of shock, and cupped his face to try and get him to look at her. Something inside her was taking over and was terrified that she had horribly messed up here. "Hey, hey, look at me," she said as calmly and as softly as she could manage. "It's me, it's Teagan. You're okay."
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Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 15, 2015 3:23:11 GMT -5
The rope was gone, and she was apologizing, but the damage was already done. Pushing Teagan off of him, Finley stood, still gasping for air, rubeing his neck as he did. His anger was welling uo inside of him, and Teagan was about to receive it. Feeling her touch him, Fin jerk ed away from her hand. "Don't fucking touch me."
Looking at the shredded remains of his clothes. Great, no clothes and he was stuck here with her. Turning back to Teagan. His shook his head, "Don't ever put a fucking rip around my neck unless you mean to hang me."
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 15, 2015 12:38:38 GMT -5
Despite her apology - which Finley was smart enough to know meant a lot yo come from her - he still jerked away from him and pushed her off of him, causing her to crash to the floor. Hissing, she glared up at him for a moment. "Firstly, if I meant to hang you, I would have," she spat angrily, feeling her patience diminish and her anger rise. She had fucking apologized to him, and tried to calm him down. Was he seriously too dense to realize just how serious that was for her? Teagan was a selfish girl with no regard for anyone other than herself, yet here she was feeling guilty for what she had just done to this man.
"Secondly," she began, her tone growing even more enraged as she finally got to her feet and stared angrily down at him, "I told you I was fucking sorry, Finley. Those words have never left my mouth." Her fists were clenched, causing her knuckles to turn whiter than she already was. "But for some goddamn reason, I actually give a shit how you feel and what happens to you. So be pissed at me all you fucking want!"
By the end of her words, she was screaming - spilling out emotions to him that she didn't even know she had. Her blood was on fire, and her heart felt pained and strange. If he would be this way, she wouldn't be in the same room with him... She couldn't be in the same room with him, so she quickly turned to storm off into her bedroom to dress herself.
'Ridiculous, Teagan. What is wrong with you? Look out for you, and only you.. Just like it's always been.'
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Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 15, 2015 14:06:08 GMT -5
Finley watched her scream and yell, his face impassive. What did he care what she though? She was nothing, he was an O'Brien, his family ran this fucking town. She was nothing but a pleasant distraction from the shadows of his mind. That's what he kept telling himself, this woman was nothing to him, just a whore for a night of rough fucking. Though when she said she was sorry, and had never said that before, he twitched slightly. Why the fuck did he have to be so fucking caring when it came to women. Why couldn't he follow Cormacs advice and only just use them for sex?
As Teagan stormed off and slammed the door, Finley sighed, his fingers running through his hair. Followin after her, grumbling the entire way. Looking at the door, his fist met would, as he knocked lightly. "Tagan, open the fucking door.
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 15, 2015 15:33:23 GMT -5
For anyone on the outside of her door that didn't know of the events that had just unfolded in her living room, it probably would have sounded as if the room was being torn to absolute shreds... Which it almost was. Teagan was losing her mind and was on a rampage that completely compromised her typically composed persona. She needed to get dressed, and as she was searching for a sleep dress in her dresser, she was opening and slamming drawers back to back. What the hell was wrong with her?! Why was she acting so unlike herself just because of the stupid man on her couch?! What was it about him that made him any more important to her than the rest of them?
Just as she slipped into a sleep dress and into another set of underwear, she heard his fist colliding with the door. He wanted inside, and she just was not having it; not now. She flicked her wand to the doorknob and locked it, rolling her eyes even though he was unable to see her. "I am not in the mood, Finley," she called out to him as she began to head towards her bathroom. She would just brush her teeth and go to sleep. That would be it. "You can sleep on the couch. Now leave me alone."
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Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 15, 2015 20:26:07 GMT -5
Sighing, Finley pounder his hand against the door once more. "Open the fucking door Teagan." When she once again told him no, Fin looked down at the door handle and whispered quietly. With a click the door swung open, and Fin stepped into the wrecked room.
Looking around, Fin snatched the wand from where she hand thrown it, and threw it out of the room. He was tired of magic for the evening.looking to Teagan, Fin pointed at the bed. "Sit." When she didn't move, he grabbed her and threw her on the bed. "I Said, fucking sit!"
Looking down at the woman, Finley shook his head, and sighed. "I'm sorry... I overreacted... when I was in France, a German soldier strangled me with a piece of cord... I blacked out during it... i.. I just... Next time, don't use rope.." Smiling he crouches in front of her, his hands sliding along her legs. "Did I hear something about you caring about me?"/font]
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 15, 2015 21:31:37 GMT -5
"No!" She shouted back at the door as he demanded for it to be opened once again. After brushing her teeth, she had stepped back out of the bathroom and reentered the bedroom only to see the door fly open out of the corner of her eye. Turning, she glared up at him angrily, completely disregarding his command for her to sit on the bed. "Look, I already told you that I am not going to talk about this! So, just go back to the couch, and I wi-" She was cut off as he snatched her up and tossed her onto the bed, tossing her wand out into the hallway as she bounced a few times before steadying.
His tone had changed to a lighter, yet still serious tone, and she watched him through narrowed eyes as he began to speak. He apologized to her and began to explain himself and why he reacted the way that he did, which in response softened her expression some. "I didn't know that," she said with a sigh, shaking her head a bit. "I don't know what any of that is like, and I took it too far... I really am sorry." She swallowed thickly after using the s-word yet again. He deserved to hear it from her, though, and that much she couldn't deny.
But then he was crouched in front of her with his hands sliding sensually along her legs, bringing up the mistake she had made of admitting to feeling some sort of way about him. Why was she stupid enough to feel these feelings, but even more stupid to tell him that she was having these feelings? Her eyes narrowed at him slightly again, though her anger had subsided substantially. "I didn't know what I was saying," she dismissed stubbornly and pridefully. "You just made me mad, so I freaked out and just spat out random nonsense." Lies. Straight lies. But she would stick to them.
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Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 16, 2015 0:25:01 GMT -5
Finley stared up at Teagan, his fingers sliding along her legs further and further, just barely caressing her skin. That was the Teagan he enjoyed, the fighter, the angry, willful prideful woman. "Uh huh.. and I came in here looking for a pair of pants." He replied sarcastically, his fingertips reaching into the band of her panties, before pulling them, and letting go. The more she tried to dismiss him, the more he wanted her to fold to him.
"You just say whatever you want to say, Teagan, that doesn't change anything.." his lips touched her thigh, and he stood up in front of her. "So Teagan... you still angry..." He asked, standing before her, his lean scarred body on display before her.
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 17, 2015 10:53:15 GMT -5
His hands trailing along her thighs caused goosebumps to appear all over her body, and she shivered slightly as he popped the waistband of her panties against her hips. "Don't be an ass," she said with a roll of her eyes as he spoke. "I'm not admitting to feeling anything more than attracted to you until you admit it to me first." The two of them - despite the anger that had just exploded from each of their bodies - were Stoll dripping with sexual desire, and even she wouldn't deny it. Something about this man did things to her she couldn't quite comprehend, and while that made her even angrier, she couldn't stand to think about it after he pressed a kiss to her thigh and stood before him.
So many scars stretched out across his body. His torso was coated in a couple long, deep ones that she would guess had been damn near fatal wounds. His arms were the worst, showing just how much he had gone through during his time in the war as well as his time in the mafia. Something about them drew her to him, and she slowly reached forward to run her first two fingers along the scar tissue that stretched from his shoulder, across his pectoral, and down to his naval. He was a gentleman, sure, but he was much stronger than she could ever dream of being - perhaps one of the reasons she found him as attractive as she did.
"Even if I'm not, that doesn't mean you're allowed to be sweet to me in the bedroom," she said with a small smirk, flashing him a playful wink.
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Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 20, 2015 18:06:11 GMT -5
what the hell was he doing? She was no one, nothing to him. Finley had no reason to care about her, she was just someone he could have a romp during the night. Still though, she was wild in bed, and she did have a attitude that Finley more than appreciated at times. Staring down at her now, as she projected that attitude towards him now, Finley smirked and shrugged at her comment. "Well Teagan, I'm still standing here, and you are not dead... so I must have some sort of feeling towards you."
Grabbing her legs, Fin dragged Teagan to the edge of the bed. A devilish smirk crossed his face again. "Who ever said I would be sweet in bed?"/font]
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 20, 2015 18:30:19 GMT -5
"Are you implying that you might like to kill me if you didn't harbor any feelings towards me?" Teagan's glorious and wicked smirk never left her lips, but even so, she felt her heart shift or skip a beat or flutter - or whatever it was - inside her chest due to his confession. Even if she wasn't aware of just how she felt for him or him for her, that much didn't matter right now. All she knew was that for some strange and stupid reason, she cared about Finley as far more than just someone she could have a rendezvous with every once in a while.
Finley yanked on her legs to tug her down toward the end of the bed and closer to him, causing her to fall back against the bed. Lifting herself up on her elbows, she looked up at him with a tilt of her head. "You know, you're really sexy when you act all tough and dominant," she said with a wink.
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Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 23, 2015 3:31:44 GMT -5
"Oh there are a lot of things I'd do. However you're far too pretty to just flat out kill." He smirked, and winked, his hands hooking into her panties and pulling them to her knees. "Oh ya like me tough and dominant, eh?"
Finley dropped her legs, and stepped back. His hands dragged her panties off, and he dragged her to the edge of the bed. Kneeling in front of Teagan, Finley put her legs on his shoulders, and kissed his way up her thighs, biting as he went. Once he reached her slit, his tongue probed and teased, toying with her entrance.
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