Ivy LaShanko
New Member
P.I. for Pierce Inc & Freelance Fire Dancer
Posts: 14
Status: Single
Other Half: ... nonexistant? ...
About Me: ♠♦♣♥TROUBLE♥♣♦♠ that's her no matter how you slice it, whether she's looking into you, or you've hired her, trouble follows, finds and fractures around the investigator. Sometimes, it's worth that big Capital T, and sometimes... it's not.
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Post by Ivy LaShanko on Apr 27, 2013 10:03:44 GMT -5
Looking around the outside, she partly hugged herself in his shirt, trying to ignore the fact it smelled like him and might be her only itemof clothing until they reached civilization and she could take something. Belonging to a man taller and generally larger than her meantthat it was at least long enough she probably could have thrown on a belt and made it look like a short dress. Ivy glanced back at him, sharing her attention being the look out and trying to follow along withwhat he was doing, after all, she didn't exactly trust him; even if he had saved her so far.
He procured the axe and began explaining alittle bit about his plan so far. She was glad he was including her in the plans of escape but still left room for her own considerations of how she was going to get the hell out of Russia. He disappeared half backinto the hole they'd crawled out of and she resisted the increasing urge to ask him what he was doing. She watched the perimeter and listened to him as he confirmed he was talking about stealing a Russian plane, which also suggested he knew how to fly. Wasn't he a jack of a trades eh? "If you vant to steal a Rrussian plane, then go forr it, klearrly ve arren't velcome anymorre and if yourr vay is fasterr than vhat I kan strring togetherr vhen ve get kloserr to civilization... then I go vith you." She decided, speaking over most of his mumbling. She didn't look back over her shoulder again until he began to slide back out, he was quick to erect himself and grab her by the wrist as he spokeand forced her to move with him. "Okay, we've got about fifty seconds to get as far the hell away from here as we possibly can. It's about to get really warm!" He said with a rushed sort of tone, "Follow me, we're heading for the trees. Run as fast as you possibly can - we need as much distance as we can get before this crate turns into shrapnel!"
Ivy's eyes showed too much white when he told her they had fifty seconds. She had no choice but to bottle her instant rage that he would prep a bomb without warning her first and then tell her she had to run for her life or get a few new scars -- if it didn't kill her. Bastard. Ivy pressed her free arm across her chest to hold her breasts down after the first few strides, because running without a bra or even a supportive under shirt was quite uncomfortable, at least for her. She curled her fingers against the fabric of his shirt covering herarmpit, allowing her forearm to hold her breasts as best she could while short powerful legs booked it double-time to keep up with his longer strides. Ivy was a runner, a hobby she picked up after her first chase-down, when she realized there was a huge benefit to being able to haul ass on foot. Now was no different and with the thoughts of death and dismemberment rattling in her brain the Ukrainian born woman was eating the distance toward the treeline.
She didn't stop when she got there either, Ivy didn't even slow down as she hopped fallen branches and low foliage around the base of the trees, trying to literally get as far as she could before their fifty seconds were up. She wasn't an Olympic runner like Florence Griffith Joyner, who could clear thirty feet in a second, but Ivy could still get close to twenty in times like these when she felt like she had to. While she didn't slowbefore jumping tree's and bushes the act of it slowed her down. The tree's would take a lot of the shrapnel when it blew, and she was hoping they'd get far enough not to get thrown to the ground by the concussive blast that was sure to come with it. Ivy wasn't a soldier but she'd been through her fair share of explosions and gun fights.
She felt low branches smack her exposed thighs, and with her own grip on himshe attempted to keep him running with her until she saw a tree that look moderately wide enough to act as a shield. With panting breaths shehalted and pushed her shoulder into the tree before her back pressed against it and she pulled him in with perhaps only a second or two to spare before the plane and everything in it blew. Yes, Ivy flinched when it happened too. ff6100 & c559eb
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Post by Blitz Von Krieg on Apr 27, 2013 12:11:43 GMT -5
Jack of all trades and master of... well, quite a few things, actually. He'd never shied away from a chance to learn, and considering that his company built aircraft, he had learned to fly the metal sky beasts shortly after taking over. If men could risk their lives test flying the aircraft that his company produced, he could at the very least learn to fly them. Everything from a jet fighter to a C-130 cargo plane had been flown at least once - and it wasn't really that difficult to take off and to fly. Landing was the bitch of it, really. It was also the only part that he'd never really been great at - but in the end, so long as you could walk away from it, a landing was a landing.
"That sounds good to me." He said with a grin as she said that she'd stick with him if his plan was faster than hers.
Only but a moment later his work was done, and he was out. He was quite sure that she would be a bit miffed by the fact that he hadn't clued her in on the plan of blowing up the wreck sooner - like, oh say... before he actually started turning the missile into a bomb - but had he done that there was of course the chance that she would have argued. He didn't know of course, but the possibility was present. In the end, the weapons on this plane were his - and he wasn't going to let the Russians get their hands on this grade of weaponry.
Reverse engineering bastards.
Blitz was built more like a runner or a swimmer than most men thought was ideal. Most thought that muscles should be big and bulging, and that's where power came from. That wasn't true, and in fact was a good way to ruin your body. Of course, that's not to say that he wasn't capable of benching a decent weight. Oh no, he most certainly could. His body was built like a Marine's or a SEAL's; fit, trim, muscular - but lean rather than the mountains of muscle that boxers and MMA fighters tended to try and become. It was times like these that he was certainly glad to not be one of those over-muscled oafs. Sometimes you had to be able to run like hell; like now, for instance. A glance back and he saw that the buxom redhead was keeping up with him pretty well; those shorter legs of hers moving quickly. Were it not for her breasts, he had a feeling she might have been able to move faster.
But like hell was he going to complain about her breasts.
Normally he might have tried to carve his way through this group of trees, but there was no time for that now. The branches would simply have to be let smack and scrape against his arms and tear holes in that undershirt of his. They seemed to have the same general idea about how far away to get - and it was the simplest: as far away as humanly possible before the plane blew. Funny how the time seemed to drag on, really, but eventually that fifty seconds was up. Just before, he felt her stop and pull him in behind a tree with her. However, rather than lean against the tree, he faced her and pressed up against her, letting her be centered against the tree so that there was even less chance of shrapnel hitting either of them. His hands were at her sides, and his head was over hers, his stance protective as if expecting parts to ricochet around. It was possible, but not probable, though he didn't feel like taking a chance.
After the blast, he glanced around the tree to see that an entire section of the forest nearest to where the plane had once been was knocked down, like the Tunguska blast had happened right here. Burning trees and smoke filled the edge of the forest, but it was slow moving due to how green the trees were in this area. Taking a deep breath, he leaned back to look down at her.
"Well, this has been an eventful day, hasn't it? Plane shot down, strip search of a beautiful woman, Russian tanks, an artillery bombardment, and now a massive explosion." He chuckled a bit, "You must get invited to all the parties." He grinned then before slowly stepping back, trying not to get locked into being against her like earlier. Sex was great. Survival? Better.
Glancing upward, he noted the time. "Grozny isn't overly far away, but we'll barely be getting out of this forest by sundown. However, there's a village on the other side. We should be able to get clothes and a car there. Somewhere to spend the night, too." He smirked, "And of course, the lady can have her shower."
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Ivy LaShanko
New Member
P.I. for Pierce Inc & Freelance Fire Dancer
Posts: 14
Status: Single
Other Half: ... nonexistant? ...
About Me: ♠♦♣♥TROUBLE♥♣♦♠ that's her no matter how you slice it, whether she's looking into you, or you've hired her, trouble follows, finds and fractures around the investigator. Sometimes, it's worth that big Capital T, and sometimes... it's not.
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Post by Ivy LaShanko on Apr 27, 2013 13:28:49 GMT -5
Yes, if Ivy hadn't had to hold her breasts down as she ran, she might have gotten a better rhythm and a more comfortable balance with the free swing of her arms she currently didn't have. No matter, it wasn't enough to cause a big issue, and Ivy was an adaptable woman who rolled with the changes in circumstance better than almost anyone; not that she sometimes didn't protest along the way. The bruises and aches seemed to fade away as adrenaline once again flooded her body and numbed her sense of pain. All of her focus, like a primal animal, was on getting to safety, hitting that treeline and finding a spot to tuck against to avoid as much shrapnel as possible.
Blitz and she both hit the tree line in a dead run, taking the abuse of the tree's and brush as they ran. Ivy inwardly apologized to them for the damage they were about to take, and pulled him with her behind one. With the contact of her shoulder she tried to will her apology to the tree, it was cut off however, but the press of Blitz's body to push hers against the center of the trunk, tucking himself around her literally like a human shield. Ivy's insides were doing cartwheels in the mix of hormones and endorphins pumping through her system. Her entire frame flinched against his when the plane exploded, small hands curling fist fulls of the bottom hem of his under shirt as she gripped the sides of the hem of his pants through it. Pulling him into her, not for the sexual desire, though it was there thick enough for her to feel like she couldn't breathe; but because she honestly didn't want him getting hurt shielding her.
Shamelessly, Ivy buried her face into his chest, tipping her chin down and turning her head a little to ensure she could still breathe. Ivy was tough, sure, but she got scared like most people and was just woman enough to take advantage of the man's physical protection. She inhaled him and tried not to imagine the possibility that a piece of wreckage could pierce them both through the tree. It was over in a matter of seconds that felt a lot longer than that, she was panting from their run and from the jolt in her heart when the plane blew up. Hearing all the thudded pings of metal bits into the tree's and feeling a few of them vibrate against her back when they hit the tree Blitz had her pushed against. LaShanko was a Private Investigator, she wasn't supposed to be involved in plane explosions personally!
When everything settled it was Blitz who moved first, looking around to check out the damage. She was a bit reluctant to look around, seeing mother nature abused always made her feel bad. Damn hippy. Alas, as he pulled back, she forced herself to let go of him and look up, trying to relax her face so whatever expression might have been on it wouldn't be there when he looked down at her to see if she was alright. She leaned back against the trunk of the tree to ensure she wouldn't impulsively follow the warmth and scent of his body. Reminding herself of the mundane like her desire to eat and take a shower. Although, thinking about the shower, which he smirked making mention of, turned her thoughts right back to the lecherous place she was trying to stay away from. She swallowed and cleared her throat to try and find her voice as dainty hands smoothed the shirt down and made sure all, or at least most of the buttons were still in place.
She smiled a little but had to curve it because she knew if she smiled too wide, the truth of what she was thinking might make it to her eyes. She waited until she stepped away from the tree herself, not looking around any more than her peripheral could already see, because she didn't want to see the tree's burn and bleed, then she spoke. Walking in the noted direction for the hotel and shower nearest by. "You go'ing tu pay forr the rrrooms? You blew up all the currrency I had .. " Ivy only watched him in a side glance for a few moments to see his initial expression, but then she turned her oceanic blue-greens to the ground to make sure she didn't trip over anything or step in a hole or burrow.
Of course, in doing so she caught sight of her own legs, caramel flesh flexing in that compact coil of feminine power but marred with little nicks and welts of red. Some it was just the smack mark of the branches and in a few places it'd actually broke skin. Aside from her minor injuries Ivy instantly felt empathetic to Blitz; every step she took slid the end of his shirt against her upper thigh, exposing more and then hiding it away again. Her breasts, habitually easy to look past, swayed freely because she was no longer holding them down, instead using her arms for balance, and to hold back branches as they navigated through.
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Post by Blitz Von Krieg on Apr 28, 2013 13:38:45 GMT -5
The guys in high school would never have believed that Blitz's life would turn out this way - but then again, they wouldn't have believed that he'd go on to marry the captain of the cheer team either, and that had happened; however short lived it had been. Now here he was, in Russia, with a buxom ginger bombshell from somewhere in Eastern Europe, avoiding the Russian Army and blowing up planes full of stolen military hardware. When did he suddenly become the American James Bond? He wasn't sure, and he sure as hell didn't work with the CIA, but however and whenever it had happened... he would be lying if it said he wasn't glad for it. He hadn't had excitement like this in... well, ever. It was good to get out of the penthouse now and then.
There was no way to deny or avoid the inevitable fact that his body had been aroused earlier, and in such close proximity to her it was increasingly difficult not to indulge his instincts.
Feminists could argue until they were blue in the face that men and women were naturally equal, and that men couldn't use the argument of nature being the explanation for being dominant and in power; it wouldn't change how he had been once he found his confidence. His instincts had seemingly surfaced the same time that his elder brother said he 'grew a pair'. Namely, the last time that a bully had ever picked on him or any of his friends. Said bully had ended up with a broken nose, broken bones, and a concussion by the time that Blitz had been through with him. Rage had fueled him, and Wrath had been his cardinal sin that day. After years of being bullied by jocks for being a nerd, he'd finally cut loose and mopped the floor with one of them. Oh sure, he had also been suspended for the fight, and the kid's parents had sued for the medical bills, but his father had laughed it off and settled out of court. He was proud of his younger son, and rightly so. It had also been this same time when his other instincts came to the forefront. Not to say he hadn't been interested in women, he certainly had, but he suddenly had the smooth confidence to actually approach them. He had also found that he was a very dominant male; very fitting of the nickname he was eventually given.
Those same instincts were the ones that had inspired him to take that extra step in protecting her as he did. He was a male, and she was a female, and he'd be damned if he let anyone tell him it wasn't a man's duty to protect a woman. In his mind, it was, and always would be. They could fight, they could defend themselves, and he knew this - but when push came to shove, when the chips were down, and when planes and massive explosions were involved... a man was supposed to do his damnedest to take that hit so that a woman wouldn't have to. At the most basic, that's why men existed - not to be lord and master, not to be in charge, and not even to be dominant over women... but to protect them, to shield them, and ensure that they could go on living even if the cost was the man's life. Now, of course, this didn't apply to evil, sadistic, psycho-bitches that went around killing people for shits and giggles, but in this situation? It certainly applied.
About halfway through though, he noticed the fact that he had been pulled against her, and while he could easily understand that it was due to the explosion and the debris, he couldn't help the feeling of the tightness around his crotch, or the bulge that had formed in those fatigue pants. BDU's weren't meant to hide arousal, or to promote the visual, but lord have mercy if they didn't allow it. His own hands ended up moving from the tree to her hips, staying pressed against her; though one came up to hold behind her head gently, though protectively, as he felt her face bury into his chest. Despite everything, the scent of her brought forth a low growl, a rumble in his chest; though it was nothing compared to the blast that the forest shielded them from. Never once did he think of the nightmare possibility that part of the plane couls slice right through the tree and them both - he knew all too well the possibility, but his mind refused to go there.
Once it was over, he slowly pulled himself away from her, forcing his body to calm - or at least calm enough to not be overly obvious in how much he would rather push her up against that tree and have his way with her. A deep breath and a slow exhale helped, but even just the sight of her there in nothing but his shirt, her panties, and boots... well... it was more than enough to keep his mind fueled and ready for the erotic destinations it so easily wished to travel to. He was the victim of a severe case of 'gutter-brain'. The smirk that was upon his lips, and that dark glimmer in his eyes was enough to give away the thoughts that swam in his mind - and he didn't even try to hide them. He didn't feel the need to. He was far from ashamed of the hot blood coursing through his veins thanks to the beauty that she possessed.
Following along behind her, he couldn't help but admire her body - though he didnt miss her words. In fact, when she reminded him that he had just blown up everything she'd had with her - most notably at the moment her money - he paused in mid-stride. He hadn't even thought about that! Not that he'd thought about blowing up the plane and its cargo much to begin with. It was a means to an end, and they certainly hadn't had enough time to try moving those crates of weapons and ammunition to find her things. They'd have been caught by the Russians for sure if they had stopped and waited for that. Resuming his pace, he clicked his tongue, just once, to signal that he had realized the slight error to his improvised 'blow up the plane' plan.
However, his reply was simple:
"Room." He emphasized the word pointedly, "I wasn't here to spend any time with the locals, so I don't have much on me." Which meant that they'd be getting one room, and considering the size of the village they were headed to... they'd be lucky if the one bed they'd probably get would be big enough for both of them without being pressed against each other all night long - not that he'd mind the chance. God Bless Mother Russia...
After the talk of rooms, they were quiet for some time, though he wasn't sure how much. It felt like an eternity that they walked in silence, and the truth was that it had been long enough to get about halfway through the forest. The entire time though, his eyes refused to leave her body aside from making sure that he didn't trip over something. All sorts of sensual scenarios ran through his mind, from the innocent to the downright sinful, and he couldn't help but enjoy each and every thought as it came to him. Had he not known better, he would have thought that the woman before him was no mere mortal - but Aphrodite herself come to taunt and tease him with those little glimpses of her body. Surely she didn't do it on purpose, but everything about her was acting as a lightning rod for his attention.
Finally the time came where he couldn't take it any longer. He had to do something to calm himself, or he'd end up going insane from those unintentional teases of his senses. Waiting until she was near one of the large trees of the forest, he moved up close behind her and took hold of her shoulder, turning her to face him and then pushing her against the tree. His body was pressed against hers firmly, holding her in place with his hands on her hips. Looking down into her oceanic eyes with his own hazel orbs, he was silent for a moment, but as he began to slowly lean down and in, and his hands moved warily from her hips to cup and grip her firm ass with his strong fingers, he spoke.
"I apologize for what I'm about to do in advance, but if I don't calm down I won't be able to think straight... so bear with me for just a moment..." The words were spoken lowly, not out of fear, nor for sensual effect even if they did perhaps benefit from it, but because he was showing a staggering amount of self control right now. The next action would suggest otherwise, but considering the fact that his body wanted to do much more... the kiss that was slowly placed upon her lips, soft but full of passion and need, was nothing by comparison to the primal hunger he had for her. The hunger that he was so desperately trying to command and appease with the same action.
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