The Shade {Josiah Cole} (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
deaths_head) wrote2013-05-15 12:41 pm
deaths_head) wrote2013-05-15 12:41 pm
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break on through to the other side (pure debauchery for wearenotbroken)
(takes place about two months after Cole Marteniz is born.)
If someone had told The Shade one year ago that he'd be in love with a living woman, have a foothold in the land of the living, and raising a son of his own, he'd never have believed it. Hell, he might have laughed in someone's face, or worse.
Then again, if someone had told Josiah Cole, when he was a mere boy of twenty seven, that one day he'd be a lord of the dead, owner of a living soul, and glorying in the dark pleasures of dominating the sweet body of the one who belonged to him, of being overtaken in much the same way...well, he'd have blushed beet red and been unable to speak for a month of Sundays in pure embarrassment.
Still, for every time he took his beloved to bed and made slow, gentle love to her, he was twice over turning her over his knee and spanking her until she came, or pleasuring her until she lost all touch with reality and every stroke of his fingers was a hairsbreadth from truly painful, or in rare moments when he felt secure enough, allowing her to bind his hands and do whatever she wanted to him...even if that meant, on occasion, abandoning him in favor of pleasuring herself until just the sight of her, lost in her own satisfaction, was nearly enough to trigger his own release.
The more they flirted with the darker side of their love life, the more The Shade suffered from the darker hungers that lurked in his true nature. In life, he had been a good man accustomed to the atrocities of death, even accepting of them...and in death, he was a creature who thrived on those same atrocities. Inflicting pain, drawing blood, seizing absolute power, total dominion over all he surveyed. From his realm, he demanded absolute control, and from his souls, he stood for no less than absolute surrender.
In life, he was a troubled man, but a good one. In death...he was no longer a good man. And, now that his son had been born, and thriving despite the fact that he was undead, The Shade was looking to a future he wasn't sure he could truly have.
Not as long as they kept flirting with his dark side.
When he explained, in highly censored terms, what he was planning, Jean Summers agreed to watch Cole for the night. So, while Courtney took a brief respite in the human world to reunite with her family and see a living doctor for one final checkup, The Shade brought Jean over and settled her with Cole in the sanctuary that hid his true home. He worked carefully to plan their evening, and by nightfall, when Courtney returned to the house, she found it dark the moment she entered, the only visible light a soft glow at the top of the stairs. The glow came from their bedroom, with the door standing just ajar enough to see that candlelight was responsible for the glow.
When she did open the door, she saw several candles had been lit around the room, offering just enough light to see by. The bed had been turned down, and the entire scene was very sensual, even romantic...except for the fact that two pairs of handcuffs were latched to the headboard, each free shackle waiting for a wrist to clamp around.
And then there was The Shade, who was leaning in the corner of the room, nearly lost in shadow but clearly toying with a long length of black silk...and looking as severe as she'd ever seen him.
For a long while there was silence until...
"Take off your shirt." No greeting, no movement. The words were quiet, even, but firm and clearly brooked no argument. He wanted to stop flirting and see how far he could go before she turned back, wanted to see how far this envelope could be pushed.
He wanted Courtney for the night, on his terms, wanted to know if she could handle the worst of his needs...and he wanted to see the worst of hers. He wanted to know everything that made her happy, kept her sated, made her wet, even if it pushed his own limitations.
The Shade wanted, needed to know if they could accept each other completely, in the most intimate way possible, before he could even consider giving her his mother's engagement ring.
If someone had told The Shade one year ago that he'd be in love with a living woman, have a foothold in the land of the living, and raising a son of his own, he'd never have believed it. Hell, he might have laughed in someone's face, or worse.
Then again, if someone had told Josiah Cole, when he was a mere boy of twenty seven, that one day he'd be a lord of the dead, owner of a living soul, and glorying in the dark pleasures of dominating the sweet body of the one who belonged to him, of being overtaken in much the same way...well, he'd have blushed beet red and been unable to speak for a month of Sundays in pure embarrassment.
Still, for every time he took his beloved to bed and made slow, gentle love to her, he was twice over turning her over his knee and spanking her until she came, or pleasuring her until she lost all touch with reality and every stroke of his fingers was a hairsbreadth from truly painful, or in rare moments when he felt secure enough, allowing her to bind his hands and do whatever she wanted to him...even if that meant, on occasion, abandoning him in favor of pleasuring herself until just the sight of her, lost in her own satisfaction, was nearly enough to trigger his own release.
The more they flirted with the darker side of their love life, the more The Shade suffered from the darker hungers that lurked in his true nature. In life, he had been a good man accustomed to the atrocities of death, even accepting of them...and in death, he was a creature who thrived on those same atrocities. Inflicting pain, drawing blood, seizing absolute power, total dominion over all he surveyed. From his realm, he demanded absolute control, and from his souls, he stood for no less than absolute surrender.
In life, he was a troubled man, but a good one. In death...he was no longer a good man. And, now that his son had been born, and thriving despite the fact that he was undead, The Shade was looking to a future he wasn't sure he could truly have.
Not as long as they kept flirting with his dark side.
When he explained, in highly censored terms, what he was planning, Jean Summers agreed to watch Cole for the night. So, while Courtney took a brief respite in the human world to reunite with her family and see a living doctor for one final checkup, The Shade brought Jean over and settled her with Cole in the sanctuary that hid his true home. He worked carefully to plan their evening, and by nightfall, when Courtney returned to the house, she found it dark the moment she entered, the only visible light a soft glow at the top of the stairs. The glow came from their bedroom, with the door standing just ajar enough to see that candlelight was responsible for the glow.
When she did open the door, she saw several candles had been lit around the room, offering just enough light to see by. The bed had been turned down, and the entire scene was very sensual, even romantic...except for the fact that two pairs of handcuffs were latched to the headboard, each free shackle waiting for a wrist to clamp around.
And then there was The Shade, who was leaning in the corner of the room, nearly lost in shadow but clearly toying with a long length of black silk...and looking as severe as she'd ever seen him.
For a long while there was silence until...
"Take off your shirt." No greeting, no movement. The words were quiet, even, but firm and clearly brooked no argument. He wanted to stop flirting and see how far he could go before she turned back, wanted to see how far this envelope could be pushed.
He wanted Courtney for the night, on his terms, wanted to know if she could handle the worst of his needs...and he wanted to see the worst of hers. He wanted to know everything that made her happy, kept her sated, made her wet, even if it pushed his own limitations.
The Shade wanted, needed to know if they could accept each other completely, in the most intimate way possible, before he could even consider giving her his mother's engagement ring.
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Leaning forward to get right in her face, he lifted a finger and pointed right back at her.
"You, little mage, are gonna get the spanking of a damn lifetime soon as we get outta this tub, that sumbitch hurt, you got a whetstone for your damn teeth or somethin'? You need to start thinking harder 'fore you open that pretty little fool mouth of yours, and truth to tell? If I weren't so damn sure you'd be eatin' a big ol' slice of humble pie in a couple seconds, I would be well and truly pissed off at you for comin' at me like that when I was in such a fine mood, you beautiful little brat!"
Finished with his tirade, he sank back again to lean against the tub, arms sitting on the edges and eyes locked with hers as he continued to scowl at her, though his eyes danced with something just a little softer than annoyance or rage.
"I tell you what, I should've damn well known askin' you to marry me would be just as hard as tryin' to keep whatever benevolent fuckin' promises the preacher tries to slap on me when we get to the altar."
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"You are lucky I don't take a paddle to your ass!" Her voice rose in pitch as she gave him shit right back. "And I am not the brat, you're the brat! We just had a baby and here you are trying to scare me off? Just because you think I can't handle big, scary you? I should be right and truly pissed off at you...."
She trailed off, noting the look in his eyes as he sank back to lean against the tub and she narrowed her eyes at him as she wondered just what it was that he was up to. Even still it took her a moment or two to really register what he was saying and then she was blinking. "Asking to marry you?"
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He paused, then reached out to the table that sat by the tub. Slipping his hand under the towels, he pulled out a small black jewelry box and snapped it open, revealing a simple antique silver band set with a single sparkling diamond.
"This was the same ring my daddy made for Momma when he asked for her hand." He explained. "I never did believe anyone could love the way my parents did, least of all me...but then I met you, then I met Cole. And he's the one that made me realize I could do this...that I wanted it. So I'm askin' you, Courtney Marteniz, if you'd do me the honor of giving me your hand in marriage." He paused, then flashed her another of his rare smiles.
"You brat." He added playfully.
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But emotion clogged her throat as he revealed the ring to her and she was pretty sure he could understand just this once why she was getting a little misty eyed.
Sliding her arms around his shoulders, she pressed close again as she leaned in to kiss him softly, sweetly, before pulling back slightly to whisper against his mouth. "Of course I'll marry you." Then she couldn't resist. "You big jerk." She flashed him a fond smirk before kissing him again.