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She'd Show Them 2/2 (PG-17)

Writers: AL, Cali
Date Posted: 20th March 2009

Characters: Talmina, Sypher
Description: Talmina gets in over her head at Briata's wedding.
Location: Garnet Valley Hold
Date: month 1, day 1 of Turn 5
Rating: PG-17


The warmth of the night enveloped them. It was not the kind of night that might help clear one's head at all. It was cloudy and muggy, the humidity from the previous day's rain settling heavily around them and, if anything, adding to the stupor of the night. Sypher continued to guide Talmina away from the festivities, away from the ears of those who might happen to hear.

It was so romantic outside, and he was wanting to share it with her. Would he propose tonight or ask her father first? She giggled, then giggled again as it sounded so loud out where they were surrounded by silence. She looked up at his face, she hadn't thought him particularly handsome before, but it was a face she wouldn't mind seeing every day, especially if she got to be the lady of a hold.

"There's a path over this way that runs by a nice little garden." Sypher pointed in one direction, but the shadows of the night made it difficult to distinguish anything, even for someone who was not doused with alcohol.

"That sounds nice." She replied dreamily, he _was_ going to propose!

Sypher turned and made his way down the path and deeper into the darkness the night afforded. He paused in a little cover, a tiny garden as promised, though perhaps not as nice as previous indicated. "Looks like it's just the two of us here." His voice was soft as his lips brushed over her ear.

Talmina shivered excitedly as she held his hand, "This is perfect, I love it." She tried to look up to Sypher's face, but her head was heavy and it was easier to just keep it lowered and stare at his broad chest.

"Yes. Perfect." He placed one hand on the back of her neck and nibbled upon her earlobe. "Perfectly private. We won't be disturbed."

She giggled again and made a weak attempt to push him away. She didn't really want him to stop, it felt so good, but habit made her give the playful swat. "Did you have something you wanted to ask me?"

"Who said anything about asking?" He covered her mouth then with his own, hands tugging impatiently at the ties of her dress and slipping underneath to grope at her flesh.

Some part of Talmina was still sober enough to know that what he was doing was wrong. It felt wrong, both mentally and physically, and he was starting to hurt her. She was sleepy, but she fought with what little energy she had, pushing against him to try and get away. "No... Stop it... Wait."

Sypher didn't bend to her desire but rather continued on with his own. He wrenched at her dress, tearing it, then pushed her down to the ground. Before she had a chance to catch her breath, he was on top of her, mouth on hers, then moving downward, ignoring any pleas to stop.

She remembered what her father had told her once, if anyone ever tried to attack her and she couldn't run; go for the eyes and the groin. Her arms were pinned, she couldn't get his eyes, but her leg... it was in the right place. As hard as she could she brought her knee up, it hit, and suddenly she felt a weight move off her body.

Talmina scrambled, trying to regain her footing, and was just getting back upright as Sypher slammed into her, knocking her back to the ground. She cried out as something hard hit her head and then everything went black.

Last updated on the March 29th 2009


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