SURROUNDED BY ALL THIS PAVEMENT ((SAXTON))

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DON'T YOU DARE FORGET. I AM ALL YOU'VE EVER WANTED.

TAGGED: SAXTON WORDS: ENOUGH

Frowning impatiently at the outside of the police station, Sloan tapped her foot and crossed her arms over her chest as she watched the front door intently. Just her luck and he would already be gone out of a rear exit she'd never thought to check. Still, she somehow doubted that he'd departed. While most of the policemen had long left, she knew Saxton would remain inside. He'd always been a hard worker, and he was known to get too wrapped up in his work. She knew the man he was assigned to track down - she knew everything going on in the criminal world, even with the white collar criminals like Nixon Grey - and she doubted he knew how to catch him. The side of her nature that wanted to push him even further from her mind than he already was bitched at her and told her she'd always been the smarter of the two of them. The more rational side of her nature sighed and shook her head, wondering why she must do this to herself: push everyone away.

It was simple really. She didn't want him. That's what she reminded herself. She didn't want some googly-eyed virgin to fawn over her for the rest of her life. The whiny pussy half of her subconscious cried that that wasn't fair, that Saxton wasn't some innocent man who would mindlessly worship her, but the domineering bitch half told the whiny half to shut her fucking mouth.

Rocking her foot as she sat cross-legged, she smiled slightly to herself. She'd fallen far from grace since the days she rode side-by-side with Saxton Pond. Surprisingly enough, she'd once been a good girl. She'd always had her wild side - that side that was now in control of her mind - but she'd never fully given in to it before. Saxton had kept her in line whether he knew it or not, but the moment she started to get too close to him, she'd balked. She didn't accept commitments; her parents had taught her that. Although they'd been in love, her mother had never accepted her father's last name, and they remained unmarried to this day. They professed that love wasn't about a certificate from the government telling them who they belonged to.

And Sloan wanted to belong to no one but herself.

She was a selfish bitch, and she knew it, and she had embraced it. It was what made her as insanely rich as she now was. She didn't have a doubt she could outbid any of these rich fuckers living in uptown Boston, but she didn't feel the need to prove her worth as of yet. Right now, she had an overpowering desire to see her former partner and lover. It wasn't purely for visual purposes (although looking at him still didn't hurt, that was for sure), but she had something she wanted, like always. It seemed there wasn't a selfless bone in her body anymore. She had truly crossed to the dark side.

Seeing the door open and release the one man she'd been sitting impatiently awaiting for an hour now, she rose to her feet in one lithe, smooth movement. Her hips swayed naturally as she stalked across the road toward him, her curly brown hair bouncing down her back as she walked. Eyes passing her on the sidewalk began to stare, admiring her perfect ass and the curvature of her hips, but she ignored them. She had one goal in mind, and when she focused on something, she didn't relinquish. Thankfully, he appeared preoccupied by his thoughts - she could still interpret his body language after years of being apart from him - so she caught up to him easily.

Gripping his hand suddenly with her gloved hand, she twisted his wrist up behind his back, hoping to catch him off guard. Shoving him roughly, and enjoying it as if a part of her felt he deserved to feel some sort of punishment for ever making her feel anything for him, she slammed him against the brick wall of the building he'd been passing. A wicked smile twisted onto her devastatingly beautiful face, and she kicked his feet apart so he couldn't get traction to run from her easily. Leaning so he could see her face, she smiled at him, a wolfish grin that made her eyes twinkle with mischief. "Hello again, Saxton. Miss me?"

NOTES: whut whut

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He did love her with an intensity that swept him off his feet, but he had to chalk it up to certain reasons why and not truly believe he loved her. One, she was a seductress and he wasn't the only man she had seduced within the MI5 or so he heard. Two, she was the first woman he had ever let himself indulge in sleeping with and therefore he was naturally drawn to wanting to have her again and again. She brought upon one of the greatest pleasures and itches a man could feel to him and therefore, it was hard to get a level head when she was around. Three, his father told him not to get involved her whenever he spoke about Sloan and therefore he went for her more. However all the reasons he could chalk it up to couldn't stop what he felt when he sat down and thought about it. They were right when it came to Saxton, he tried hard to be something that others before him fell victim to that he fell victim to it before he even knew. Now he spent the mornings after his nightmares wondering if anything she ever did and made him believe was real. He sighed and sat back from his papers, putting a paper-clipped bookmark in the spot he was leaving at and put everything away. The police had been gone for a few hours, and Saxton didn't care for the eerie feeling he had sitting in a police department. He turned the lights off and locked it up tight, normal procedure. He had boxes still stacked up high in his apartment, dust collecting on knick-knacks and pictures. One picture in particular he knew exactly where it was and it burned in the back of his mind. Their first date and the night he lost his virginity but he had to stop thinking about her in order to move on. He heard American women were something to behold, so he debated on the idea of going to the bar tonight. Stepping out into the evening and locking up the doors, the thought of going out for the evening was something new and exciting. He never really enjoyed going out for an evening, but he was a man of twenty-seven years. He wasn't going to long for Sloan his entire life, he refused to keep doing this to himself. He wanted a life he would never have with Sloan and he knew that before when he was with her. She didn't want the married with kids, but he couldn't help himself from wanting that in the future. Heading in the direction that home now was, he didn't even see Sloan waiting for him. he was terribly too preoccupied with his own thoughts about moving on from her. that the when she grabbed his hand he had hardly time to react and he was skilled in the art of defense. She slammed up into the brick wall and he grunted in surprised anger. He thought he would never see this betraying harlot again in his life and there she was before him. He knew this wasn't no lover's reunion, she had to want something from him and he refused to give it to her. He didn't want to give her any part of him or anything she need because the damage she did lasted. Her voiced dripped with seduction but it was laced with venom and her question pissed him off. How dare she come back and attempt to make him a fool just when he was trying to start over so to speak and move on from all the crap that ruined his dream job? He hated her more than he loved her and he hated that he still loved a woman that clearly did not love him. He snarled and looked away. "Sloan, traitorous harlot - you can fill that with any answer that your devious and scheming mind cares to fill it with. However, no - I didn't miss you at all. You easily ruined the life I built myself so studiously. Now let me go and get the hell away from where I live. I don't know what you're trying to pull but I came here to start anew and I won't let a wench like you ruin it for me. Now, leave!" Barking orders and petty insults without swearing - he was still the same man she knew and he knew she would pick up on that. Would she realize that it was all hollow and he still loved her? No, he wouldn't admit to missing her or loving her for the rest of his life no matter how much of a liar it made him. Tags: Sloan | Words: 931 | Credit: 156zcm of Caution Notes: Let the thick tension arise from their veins!

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DON'T YOU DARE FORGET. I AM ALL YOU'VE EVER WANTED.

TAGGED: SAXTON WORDS: ENOUGH

As she held him against the wall, she smiled deviously to herself and pressed her hips against him, feeling his back against her curves. She knew it would piss him off, but she also remembered how badly he'd wanted her when they were together, so she believed he would like it. She was vain that way. Even after she moved on from a guy, she imagined they all continued to fantasize about her. Her ego had no shortcomings, that was for sure.

"Awww, come on, Saxxie," she teased, knowing the nickname would get under his skin. Pouting, she released him so he could turn and face her. "That's not very nice to say. You're too stuffy, like always," she griped, crossing her arms and examining her fingernails nonchalantly. Looking back up at him, she cocked her hip to the side and smiled mischievously at him.

"You're just as sexy as I remember you, probably more so," she flirted, seeing the irritation rising in his eyes as she stepped toward him into his personal space. They were only inches from one another now, and she reached out to flick his nose playfully. "It hurts me that you would call me a harlot, Saxxie," she pouted again, cocking her head to the side and looking up at him through her long, dark eyelashes. "I know you've dreamed of fucking me over the past two years."

She enjoyed piquing his anger, and she could see by his tenseness that it was working. Her eyes flashed with amusement, and she stepped away from him, twirling a curl of her dark brown hair around her finger. "I need some information from you, and in return, I'll give you something you want," she noted, her eyebrows raising. She meant for the offer to sound like an innuendo (that he could have her if he pleased her), but she couldn't know if he caught it or not. Little did he know that she didn't want to sleep with him; she wasn't prepared for what would happen to her body if that happened. Deep down, she knew it would break through the walls of nonchalance and uncaring she'd built up since she'd been his partner at MI5, and she refused to break those protective barriers. Biting her bottom lip playfully, she dropped her hands to her sides and shrugged her shoulders. "It's your call, lover."

NOTES: whut whut

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That being said he would be nothing more than a man who did not spend years pushing his education to the maximum and getting the most knowledge he could. He could not let himself fall into her trap. he would have to find a stronger heart and will to force her games out and away from his easily swayed mind. He loved her once and within the confines of his being he still did love her, but that love fueled anger for what she had done. There was no room to forgive, he had to be stronger than that. She called him by that degrading nickname he once found cute and charming when they were together. Now it was nothing but a ploy to get him into her favors, but he forced himself. Every time if he felt himself slipping he would remind himself what misery she brought to him. So if acting stuffy was how he got his point across than he would be as stuffed as the corpse of a turkey cooking on thanksgiving day. But there was frustration evident in every inch she came closer to him. Every move she made closer to his body drove him insane and he wanted nothing more than to spit on her face the way she spit on him two short years ago. She was nothing but trouble and he wanted her gone as fast he could possibly push her away. When that vulgar word of fucking spit form her lips he snarled and shoved her as rage overcame his self control. "How dare you make a mockery of me once again! You are nothing but a harlot, a lying scheming whore!" He spat at her and he felt no remorse for yelling at his former flame. She was the former flame that burned him and he didn't want to get burnt again. With distance between them it made it easier to get ground and stare her down. She did not change but she only gave a different act for him to believe and he wanted nothing to do with her. She was just using him and he confirmed it with her own mouth. There was nothing she could ever do to win back his favors, he came here to meet another woman in hopes that he could finally have a family of his own. Was it old fashion to want such a life that he didn't have growing up? What man wanted to admit to being a ward of court for all his years because his mother had been a drug-addict and his father the biggest naive man to walk the face of the Earth and fall in love with her? Not Saxton, he never allowed Sloan to know but her life had been different than his and perhaps she knew what it was like to have the tow parents that bore you in your life, in love, and raising the child they created. No, he didn't have that. What he had growing up was two elderly foster parents in it for the money and the reputation of helping out some poor soul. He didn't want that, he wanted more from this life than he could get from her. "Nothing you could ever offer me would be enough for my services once again." He picked up the briefcase he had lost from her attack and snarked at her once again. She was as beautiful as he could remember and it was all the memories of them together that he could remember. The feeling of her hips on his back made him believe that he could have her once more but was he truly ready to admit that he was still as weak and naive as he had been before. No, pride and hardwork was all he had to give and none of that was he willing to part with. he needed it more than anything in the world because it truly kept him going besides his silly dreams and fantasies. She was no longer part of them. He missed her dearly and he missed the ideas he had of being with her for the rest of his life but it was never mutual. The love he felt for her sprung only from losing his virginity to her. There was nothing worse than loving a woman who truly did not love him back. His father made the same mistake and with all the damn things going wrong in the world, he would not let the Pond men be known as fools to women with a pretty face and the promise to bed them. "Go on and leave, Sloan because I would never give myself or my intelligence to you. Go find another fucking pawn because we are done. You put me through months of ridicule and being call a man who was "pussy whipped," but I am not that man anymore. I have changed and you should go." He started to walk away, feeling good about his exit, but he found himself with more words to say. "I am sure you have slept with many more men and if you are anything like my mother than you have venereal diseases that I do not wish to have. Once a slut, always a slut, as they save. Also, "lover" is a term you cannot use as I never loved you. Any mention of the word or feeling was nothing but simple euphoria of "getting laid" as they call it." He felt empowered and now the idea of going to a bar was even more appealing. Maybe a one night stand was in order, as he heard Americans fancied it quite a bit and if he was going to be surrounded by sluts, then why not indulge in their lifestyle just this once. Tags: Sloan | Words: 1095 | Credit: 156zcm of Caution Notes: There'll be no sunlighhhhtt if you leave me baaaaaaby

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DON'T YOU DARE FORGET. I AM ALL YOU'VE EVER WANTED.

TAGGED: SAXTON WORDS: ENOUGH

He vowed he would never help her, and she smiled darkly at him. She saw how her presence got underneath his skin, and she was pleased she could affect him so strongly after so much time. He was sexy and desirable when he was angry, and she cocked her hips as he spewed his venomous words at her. Her bottom lip fell out as she pouted and twirled her brown curls around her finger. As he turned to walk away from her, she felt a brief moment of panic. She needed him to help her if she was going to get what she wanted. His obstinateness was serving to piss her off, and she didn't want to be angry right now. She would be angry enough having to see the man she was searching for; she didn't want to be angry with Saxton as well.

Her eyes darkened as he paused and turned back to spit more hatred at her. A dark, angry smile spread over her lips, and she shifted her weight, her slender legs stretching languidly in the darkness. "You did love me," she retorted, knowing the words would burn beneath his skin. "Although you're right, I am amazing in bed. Sorry to set your standards so high. It must've been hell trying to find a woman to satisfy you the way I did."

She smiled broadly, her smile in a wicked Cheshire Cat. She still remembered the ways she'd made him beg her for more, the ways she'd driven him insane with desire. She'd enjoyed his purity, the way he'd been used by no one before her. He was hers to mold into what she wanted, even if he didn't have the experience of other men. There was something to be said for malleability.

"Stop being bullheaded," she griped, her eyes flashing threateningly. "I want something from you..." she commented as she walked toward him, her hips swaying naturally as her eyes ran down the length of him, "And you're going to give it to me, or there will be consequences."

NOTES: i suck

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] Saxton Pond "Im nothing more than a chalk outline" The day they met was an uneventful tuesday in september; Saxton was reading on their first case they would have together and ignored all the warnings and rumors of the new agent. The time before he met Sloan he was very hellbent and driven not to get involved with his partner. He heard the stories, read the reports, and he knew what to expect when the time finally came that he met her. When they called him from his office, he was angry and brooding over why they would add another case on topm of what they had already given him but he was taken by surprise when the real reason was unveiled. There stood the raven haired beauty with skin the color of coffee with cream when mixed and dark brown eyes that watched him with ever present attention. One could say it was possibly love at first sight and others could say it was just being shut up by the sight of an exotically beautiful woman. She was the most exotic flower Saxton had ever seen, but they say what is most exotic and colorful was also deadly to the touch. The Sloan before him was still the most beautiful woman he had every sense but now he was educated in the ways of the evil seductress that she was. He loathed her and he would never be able to forgive her for what she did to him. She was the one woman who he thought he loved but it was just an illusion, a game for her and she no qualms making it known to him. It angered him deep down to the core that he was nothing but her play thing to him. Whatever he thought he felt for her in the past two years he convinced himself that it was nothing. He was stronger than the temptations he felt whenever she was near him and even now, he could sense that he was making her mad, too. That would make him happy as soon as she was out of his sight. One small victory for Saxton would make his night when he sat down at the bar so he would wait it out. All of her bulhit would pass as it did before. She was just after something, not any real emotion or time to spend together. She didn't want to sit down for drinks nor go home and watch a movie. What she was offering was nothing important to Saxton, nothing he wanted. "No, Sloan, I didn't love you. You were just a partner begging for itches to be scratched and I didn't have the foresight enough to tell you no." She didn't need to know the truth and he didn't have to offer it to her. She wouldn't know if he was lying or not because it was a skill he did well. Whether she remembered or not that he was good at lying wasn't his concerned. He could be telling the truth or he could by lying. That was the only edge he truly had against her and he was pleased to remember that. He heard her following and he turned to glare her down - she was irritating and persistent, a feature he used to find charming but now it wasn't when it was directed toward him. "Amazing in bed? Right, right, of course you were Sloan. You were incredibly self-centered in bed - you had to get the orgasm first before you would even think about myself and then half the time did you even help get me off! Selfish slut." He kept walking away, he couldn't deal with her or whatever she was trying to do. He turned on his heel, "Or else what? What could you possibly do to me now, Sloan? I'm not in love with you. You are a vile and repulsive creature and once you get it through your head that I want nothing to do with you, you'll leave. You can get whatever you need by your own accord, not mine. Good bye, Sloan - rot in the depths of hell." Tags: Sloan | Words: 687 | Credit: 156zcm of Caution Notes: i'm not much better

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DON'T YOU DARE FORGET. I AM ALL YOU'VE EVER WANTED.

TAGGED: SAXTON WORDS: ENOUGH

Saxton's words hurt her more than she cared to admit. She'd convinced herself she felt nothing since she'd left him, since she'd turned to a life of crime for the adventure and sport. She'd been successful in shutting off her emotions, but being around Saxton again awakened things in her she'd believed dead. She'd killed herself on the inside, turned off the valves that sent pressure to her feelings, but he awakened that in just this brief amount of time.

She refused to believe he affected her so powerfully. She must be menstruating or something to be getting all 'feely' all of a sudden. Grinding her teeth together, she didn't allow the anger to show in her eyes as he called her a slut and then accused her of being selfish in bed. Of course she was selfish in bed. She didn't give a shit if he got his pleasure or not as long as she did (at least that's what she'd convinced herself over the past two years). It wasn't special that he'd given his virginity to her, it was merely convenient. She'd successfully convinced herself that it all meant nothing; that he meant nothing. Her conscience had cleared itself, and she didn't live in eternal guilt.

Now that she was looking at him again, accusing her of being a slut and a whore, all of her deep dark guilt crept to the surface, peeking curiously up at the light far above. It angered her that he could make her feel these things in just a few minutes of talking to him, and that anger flashed in her eyes involuntarily. When he told her to rot in hell, a wicked smile crossed her lips, and she moved swiftly toward him, closing the space between them. Gripping the front of his shirt, she threw her weight against him, attempting to turn him toward the wall, slamming his back against the bricks. Her hips pressed into him again and her face leaned in, inches from his as she glared at him.

"You want pleasure, Saxton?" she asked, hissing in a mixture of anger and lust that she couldn't successfully conceal. "I can give you pleasure. Maybe I even want to." With her free hand, she grabbed him, raising an eyebrow as she stared him down. "I will rot in Hell, but at least I'll enjoy it while I'm there. The Devil and I have a very close relationship." Her eyes flashed as she pressed herself harder into him, her face dipping toward him as her tongue gently licked up his jugular vein and she nipped at his ear. She felt the lust raising her chest, and she wished she could shut it down, but she couldn't. He was so independent now, so 'over' her, and she had a wicked desire to make him want her again. She'd slept with plenty of men before and after him, but somehow he maintained this hold over her.

Still, she couldn't lose herself in her lust for him. She couldn't allow herself to be so weak. Unfortunately, the way she had herself pressed into him left her no room to ignore the burning lust she felt between her legs as she touched his hard stomach and tasted the mixture of his cologne and body on her tongue. She shuddered slightly and instantly regretted it. She didn't want him to know how much he'd just turned her on with his anger and her nearness to him.

"I don't want to hurt you, Saxton," she whispered fervently, an ounce of sincerity creeping inexorably into her purring voice. "But you make me so angry with your stubbornness. Don't you want to please me? Somewhere deep inside of you, I know you don't really hate me. That innocent young man who loved me is still in there. You just need to give me one address, and I promise, I will be out of your life forever... if that's what you really want."

The last words slipped out unintentionally, the momentary flash of pain through her eyes uncontrollable. She hated the accidental weakness, and she tightened her jaw as she stepped back from him, releasing him as if she'd been stung. She couldn't get close to him again. It did things to her she wasn't ready or willing to accept. She was closed off, free. Commitment wasn't her thing, and she wouldn't allow her mind to go soft on her and convince her body that she wanted to be with him forever.

NOTES: hehhhhh horny sloan x)

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[SAXTON WESLEY POND]

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[SLOAN ANISE TARGARYEN]

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DON'T YOU DARE FORGET. I AM ALL YOU'VE EVER WANTED.

TAGGED: SAXTON WORDS: ENOUGH

As she pressed up against him, feeling him against her hand and her body, she almost moaned from the pressure. He was stubbornly refusing her, and her body was stubbornly disobeying her desire to shut down and turn off her attraction to him. Unconsciously, she tilted her hips against him, impulsively wanting to kiss him but knowing better than to do so. She saw the momentary flash of victory through his eyes, and she clenched her teeth, involuntarily loosening her grip on him.

She'd slept with plenty of men since him, but she hadn't gotten him fully out of her mind, and it infuriated her. She could still feel him, every time, and it drove her mad with anger and lust. Her body visibly shifted away from him, and her eyelids flickered open as she stepped back from him.

"You didn't love that job as much as you loved me, and you know it," she snapped viciously, hurt that he was so immune to her when she remained affected by him. The hurt didn't show in her eyes as her brown-eyed gaze hardened and she glared at him. She wanted to strangle him for defying her, for making her want him and refusing to want her in return. But she had bigger fish to fry. She had to track down an old business partner and wring him for what she wanted. She wanted to be rich, filthy rich in fact, and she had a way to do so. But she needed a little monetary boost to get here there. Once she reached that final goal... well, she had no idea where she would go from there. She blissfully erased her mind of forethought and focused on nothing but sleeping on a bed made out of money for the rest of her existence.

"Fine. I'll do that," she hissed, her eyes sparking testily as she crossed her arms over her chest, accentuating her breasts in the dull light of the alleyway. When he commented about going for drinks, she smiled wickedly and shifted her weight so her hips curved out deliciously from her body. "Make sure to have some good wet dreams about me tonight, Saxxie." She used the nickname just to piss him off and smirked as she turned her back to him and exited the alley.

Sexual frustration added to irritation settled over her as she left for the street, crossing swiftly and disappearing into the shadows on the other side. She wouldn't let him know how he'd gotten under her skin. She wasn't that weak little girl. She wasn't the type to let a man get to her. She used them for her pleasure and moved on to bigger and better things, plain and simple.

NOTES: hehhhhh horny sloan x)

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