Let's Play!

Marina now looked at Jethro, and punched him... Not anywhere where most would... but right into his ribs, listening to them shatter a bit more as she dumped the remaining water all over his face as she then glanced to Ephriam, and she swallowed slowly. This was a bit challenging.



Taking a steadying breath as she knew both men could hear her heart beat quickening, she moved from him.

Jethro actually gasped this time, his eyes shooting wide open as that one pierced into his heart. He managed to roll onto his side, in a worse shape than yet.



Ephriam glanced up at Marina and flashed her a smile. He didn't say anything about it, though. The man walked past her and slid the refrigerator to the side a bit, opening a panel in the wall. What he came back with was two dark bottles. One looked like a straight-up wine bottle but the other was considerably smaller. The smaller one he uncorked first and plunked on the floor beside Jethro.



Ephriam spoke to Marina as he pulled down two wine glasses.



"That is the stairwell to the wine cellar. Be careful, however, I keep more than wine down there." He gestured to Jethro who was trying to reach for the bottle. Ephriam poured Marina a nice glass of white wine before walking over to Jethro. He squatted down and mercilessly rolled the fellow onto his back, grabbing and jerking bones back into their proper places with cracks and snaps. (Jethro didn't like this except for the fact he could now reach the bottle)

Marina sighed under her breath, drinking slowly, looking to the ceiling, and suddenly found herself on her back. How? Apparently the water had gotten on teh floor, and she was very off balance as it was, and now she was on the floor, rubbing her head, and still contemplating raping Ephriam, evne though she couldn't stand.

Ephriam paused for a minute in his adjusting of Jethro to turn on the balls of his feet and glance at Marina. Both of his eyebrows raised, but he turned back just long enough to give the man one more tweak before standing. Eph walked over, glanced at Marina and then at the bottle, checking the year. He hadn't thought it was that strong...



"Are you alright?" He knelt down beside her, offering a hand.

" Water... floor."



She tried to explain, rubbing her head. Moving slowly, she took his hand and felt shivers run down her spine as she was almost glaring at him by the time she stood.



" your in dire danger of being raped, the closer you are, and the more you touch me."



She tried to explain as she took her hand from him, not having the switches as he did, to shut of his feelings.

Ephriam's fingers curled up and he shoved his hand in his pocket as his eyes cast to the side.



"So you would like me to leave. I see..." Between her tone and the way that she looked at him... it was enough to ice that jittery crazy feeling that had him climbing the rock wall. It was enough to squelch his agitation. It was enough to cool the warmth that he felt from looking at her. He took a few steps back.



"I respect that."

" It's not that, so much as I know not only the out come of such a action, as I know how you'd take it."



She tried to explain, closing her eyes. Perhaps those books couldn't properly explain the side effects.

Ephriam didn't say anything, taking the bottle from Jethro as he belched and placing the thing in the sink.



"You know that I hate to do anything that would cause the lady pain. Would you like me to leave the bottle, or put it in the refrigerator?" Jethro's skin was blotchy, and he still looked uncomfortable, but maybe not quite so.

" It's not pain, tis torture."



She replied, opening her eyes to look at him, motioning him to place the contents in the fridge.

The man grimaced at this. He closed the fridge with the bottle inside.



"Forgive me..." He didn't look at the woman as he turned and walked out.



Jethro yawned and then sighed, laying on his side and looking as though he were watching a soap.

Marina sighed and followed after him, dropping a towel over Jethro's head, and catching up with ease, even if head and body were not so thrilled.



"Please stop apologizing... I've wanted you this badly before, on my own. It's not something new, just it's never pleasant to deal with. ... come on... You can't tell me you haven't dealt with this kind of thing..."

Ephriam turned around so that he was facing her and walking backwards. He knew his castle plenty well and had no problem with this. The man's washed-out eyes rested on hers, unabashed.



"Every time I am within a hundred feet." Then he broke the eye contact and stopped walking.



"I apologize because it is my fault. I hate to hurt you so."

Marina looked him over, and then smiled as she leapt upon him, watching as they both hit the floor, kissing him softly, forcing herself not to go further as she looked him over.



" That's something nice to hear."

Ephriam wasn't really startled as he caught her and his back thudded against the stone. The only really surprising thing was that he found himself smiling lightly as he shared a few soft kisses. He looked up at her with eyes that hadn't yet regained that pale green color but had lost that reddened lining, and he actually laughed though he wasn't sure why.

Marina smiled, showering him in a few mroe kisses before pulling back to look him over.



" It's nice to know I'm not the only one turned on."



she informed him, looking to be in a better mood now, nestling to him, dealing with her frustrations without so many complaints now.

Eph spoke softly in her ear.



"You are a beautiful creature. How could I not appreciate that?" And that is how you would say 'you're freaking sexy and if I didn't want to screw you, then I would need my head checked' - except with Renaissance gentile.

Marina smiled slightly, looking to him.



" It is hard to tell, considering some of your mannerisms."



That was a nice way of saying she wasn't sure how to handle men who didn't make that a bit more apparent.

Ephriam smiled at her.



"Thank you." Of course he was teasing to take that as a compliment, but still...

Marina laughed and kissed at him more. so she was being a bit more affectionate, but she was still majorly behaving.

Ephriam accepted her kisses and returned them quite happily. It was only after a bit that he finally said something else.



"Do you suppose we could peel ourselves off the floor? This stone is kind of rough and cold." Not that it was really bothering him that much... The only reason he even noticed the temperature was from the nice little flush he still had all thanks to Miss Marina.

" ... I suppose."



She said with slight reluctance, not wanting to move.

Ephriam raised his brows.



"Well... I could always just lay on you for a while." He had been meaning to tease, but his expression turned into an oh-pretzels one as he realized what it sounded like. It sounded like he was being a crude guy as opposed to a gentleman. "Erm..."

Marina smiled as she laughed, getting up slowly, watching her balance.



" well, as much as I'd take a normal offer like that from you in half a second, I get the odd feeling, you were not meaning what I'd have liked."

The man stood up too, one arm wrapping around her.



"It seems you could do with a little more rest..." Ephriam looked at her with a measure of concern.

" Merely light headed and hungry."



Marina replied, nuzzlign him softly.

Ephriam gave her a look and then spoke softly.



"Would you like me to fix you something?"

Marina smiled ever so slightly, nodding slowly.



" Please."



He'd eaten, her turn.

Ephriam nodded and went to the kitchen. The very first thing was to move the filthy debris (aka. Jethro) from the middle of the floor. He picked the man up and dragged him into the next room. When he returned, Ephriam washed his hands and began to fix her some food. He chose some steaks, potatoes with the skins still on, steamed broccoli, and apple slices with peanut butter on them - all foods that were high in iron. Ephriam didn't mention that as being the reason for choosing them, however.



"Medium? Well done?" He began to rub spices into the meat.

" well done. I don't have a taste for blood yet."

Ephriam's mouth twitched with a tiny smile, but he didn't say anything. He cooked it just as she asked and served to whole deal to her, the ideal meal for any person that had just given birth or been the victim of a violent accident. Blood loss for the win?

Looking to him, she smiled as she took the offered meal, eating here and there, enjoying the simplicity of having food made for her, looking over Ephriam motioning him to her ( rather cutely, as she was pouting slightly when she noticed how far he was standing from her.).

Ephriam's expression warmed up as he moved so that he was standing behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist.



"Helping at all?"

" My stomach is settling, and my head is calming now that I'm stationary."



she purred, leaning to him.

Ephriam let his head rest on top of hers, fully accepting whatever weight was pressed against him.



"Good." The man patted his with his fingers probably right about where he kidneys were (on account of his arms being wrapped so far around her).

" I don't think climbing the stairs right back to my room after I'm done will be a good idea."

Ephriam looked down at her with a small laugh.



"Does that mean you would like to refrain from going, or that you need a lift?"

" I was leaning towards staying in a room down here for now."



she replied softly, starting to become a bit sleepy.

Ephriam gave a smile and a nod.



"Anything else you would like before?"

" Just a drink, please."

Ephriam poured her both another glass of wine and a glass of water. The man then placed them on a tray and with something between affection and entertainment, he placed the tray on his head and swept her up into his arms, not spilling a drop.