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do you paint yourself in shades of VIOLENCE ? Independent Clay Morrow highly selective & semi-private written by Cat

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gatekeepcr·:

          every   touch  is   warm   ,   and   reminds  her   why   this  is   her   home  ,   wrapped   up   in   his   arms.            where   her   mind   is   finally   at   ease   and   she   need  not   worry   about  jackson   or   the   grandkids   ,   or   club  business.      it’s   the   only   place  she   finds   any   peace   ,   or   redemption.      she  sways   in   step  with   him   ,   hands   resting  upon   his   chest  ,      a   small  shake   of   her   head   tosses  stray   strands   of   hair   from  her   face   so   she   may   see   him   better.        she   leans   towards  his   kiss   ,   smile   finding  it’s   way   to   her   lips  ,      ʺ      mmm  good.      this   house  is   feels   really  big   and   empty  without   you.      ʺ

          ‘ ya trying to say i take up a lot of space , gem ? ‘          teasing grin , both hands straying up her back to rub palms over her shoulders ; he can feel the tension there , knows it’s in his own as well as hers , but her well being was all that he really cared for ---      going away for days at a time was beginning to wear thin , grate away at his patience && he didn’t see an END in sight . a sigh , eyes closing as head continues to rest against her own .     ‘ think ‘m getting too old for this . ‘

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gatekeepcr·:

           they   weren’t  nearly   as   wild  as   they   once  were   ,      fucking  in   broom   closets  and   in   the   booth   of   a   dimly  lit   bar.   things  had   mellowed   since  then   ,   but   she   enjoyed  the   routine   they’d  settled   into.   with  soft   words   and   morning   kisses  ,   falling   asleep  listening   to   the   other   breathe  deeply.      his   sudden  affection   on   that  morning   surprises   her   ,   regardless.  she   smiles   ,     head   tilting   towards  him   as   she   sways.      ʺ  ―――            mmm   ,        good   mornin’.      ʺ        she   all   but   purrs   in   response   to   his   gentle  touch   ,      ʺ     sleep   alright   ?     ʺ

                   he turns her to face him , smile upon his lips as head dips to press a kiss to her forehead . fingers drum a rhythm against her lower back && he continues that slow swaying movement , a pause before speech , that smile still upon his lips && cheek simply rests to her temple .    ‘ mmm , it’s nice to be home , don’t like sleepin’ without you . ‘          lips press another kiss , arms tightening that hold .

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                          he’s hardly the most romantic , hardly the kind of man to wax poetic && buy lavish gifts ... still , he felt she deserved far more , it wasn’t always easy , made more so by the ache in his chest at the things he couldn’t give her ... do for her . arms encircle small waist , chin dropping atop her shoulder && he sways her as lips press to her ear with a slow hum . / @gatekeepcr​

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When  you’re  CURSED  you’re  always  hopin’  that  a  prophet  would  be  grieved .  Oh  ,  Lazarus  ,  how  did  your debts  get  paid  ?  Oh  ,  Lazarus  ,  were  you  so  AFRAID  ?  Can’t  you  see  I’m  sorry  ?  I  will  make  it  worth  your  while  ,  I’m  made  of  dead  man’s  money  you  can  see  it  in  my  smile  .                                                                                                  (  I’ve got blood on my name.  )

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why should i resolve things peacefully when i can fucking punch you in the face

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I crave the warm feeling of your hot breath on my neck

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-just pulls up a chair and stares really hard at Clay- JT

stares back , loudly .

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gatekeepcr:

                   oh he can drive her crazy ,   in as many good ways as bad.  and now , she never wants it to end.   she always seems to forget how small she is in comparison to him , that is ,  until large hands wrap around her rib-cage ,  a firm grasp that seems to almost entirely encompass her.   ❛   oh i know.   why do you think i keep buying them  ?  ❜   certainly doesn’t drop sixty dollars on a new bra because it’s fun. she sees the way his eyes light up when he sees the way new lace encases porcelain skin , displaying her for him. that’s the real prize.  (   that ,  or the way the denim of his pants tents to show his attraction  )  chin inclines slightly ,  and then to the side ,  offering him more of herself ,  even when affections turn harsher. she groans softly ,  grabbing a handful of his teeshirt over his shoulder.   ❛   …   could never get sick of you , baby.  ❜

                         a laugh sounds against the skin of her neck once more , one hand sliding up her back to make work of her bra , intent on getting rid of another layer that hid her from him . a pause as he simply breathes against her neck , fingers flicking at the clasp of her bra , drawing back to look her in the eye then , peeling the fabric from her body with smug grin settled across weathered features .      ❛ --- yeah ? even when i don’t do the dishes ? ❜      the conversation taking place only reinforced their relationship ; they were familiar lovers , baiting conversation in the midst of heated moments .         ❛ you’re BEAUTIFUL , ya know that ? ❜       lips back against against her throat , groaning lightly as the hand still wrapped around her pulls her closer still .

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gatekeepcr:

                the moment she’s lifted from the chair , she’s giggling again ,  tossing hair over her shoulder and turning her head to realign them before lips crash together again. it’s the little things that she does in the midst of everything he offers which add so much , which seem to spur him on.  she happily parts her legs , pulling him closer to her until they’re crashing into each other ,  two trains on the same track.   while he makes easy work of her blouse ,   gemma drags her fingers through his hair before dropping hands to his shoulders and pushing the kutte back , and down his arms.   ❛    wouldn’t want to put all that money you spent on them ,  to WASTE.   ❜    she offers him a wide , self-assured smile as she shrugs out of the shirt ,  letting it fall onto the tabletop behind her before hands return to him.   ❛   i’m never letting you leave again.  ❜

                     everything about her is , to him , perfection , there isn’t a part of her that he doesn’t love . he’d sooner see himself burn than her , she’s all that matters , all that will ever matter . he shrugs out of the kutte , letting it hit the ground before hands shift to her now bare waist ; fingers brush soft skin , thumbs running beneath her bra as hands find a grip around her rib cage     . ❛ ---always more fun takin’ them off anyway . ❜         he steps closer to press kisses down && along her jaw , soft bites against her neck turn rougher , leaving reddened marks against her skin , interrupted by a laugh at comment given .     ❛ never ? even when ya get sick of me ?❜

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why should i resolve things peacefully when i can fucking punch you in the face

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gatekeepcr:

                 skin prickles in response to his touch ,  adrenaline running through her veins.  she felt as though she’s been waiting weeks for this ,  though only days have passed.  his sudden reach upwards , catching her lips ,  has her laughing into the kiss immediately.  another thing he’s good at.   no matter what kind of day she’s had ,  clay can make her laugh , real hearty laughter that brings a light to her eyes.   an arm is slung around his shoulders, and though she attempts to pull him forward ,  she only succeeds in dragging herself closer to the edge of the chair ,  until she’s succeeded in pressing herself entirely against him.

        her arm slings around his neck && that spurs him into action ; he stands , hands shifting back to her waist to enable larger frame to pick her up , setting her easily upon the edge of the table , nudging her knees apart to step between her legs .  a single hand lifts , fingers making easy work of the buttons of her shirt , pulling back only enough to rest his forehead to hers , a grin tilting his lips && the smugness that so easily encompasses his features is obvious .     ❛ --- don’t know why you bother wearing clothes anymore . ❜         fingers part her shirt from her shoulders , dusting fingertips over exposed collarbones with adoration in the lines of his face .

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gatekeepcr:

            his touch is demanding ,  almost urgent.  and GOD how she’s missed it.  they’ve always fit together perfectly ,  cut from the same cloth ,  and always better together than they were apart.  his hands on her hips are welcomed ,  and she follows his guidance , pushing herself closer ,  though not fast enough ,  for in one strong movement , she’s turned to face her husband ,  and she immediately feels her heart flutter against her ribs.  smile widens and head tilts.   she wants him so much closer ,  this is just teasing.   ❛   —— oh really ?    and what did you have in mind ,   mr. morrow  ?  ❜

           hands now come to smooth along the tops of her thighs , ensuring she understands he plans on making up for the nights spend elsewhere - he wants to show her just how much he loves her , remind her of when things were easier , when they weren’t spending time apart because of responsibilities that seemed never ending .     ❛ --- if i told ya , it wouldn’t be much of a SURPRISE . ❜      he’s close enough to catch her lips with his own in a greedy kiss , pouring everything he doesn’t say into the simple action .

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gatekeepcr:

            she’s happy that he’s home.  it takes some of the worry from her mind to have him there.   her other half finally returned.  she smiles ,  leaning into his touched ,  already having lost interest in the paper and pushing it away with glasses lain atop. she’s shifted her attention her husband ,  his gentle ministrations bring her a familiar feeling of peace and gemma reaches for him ,  a hand on the side of his neck , drifting fingers over the stubble of his beard.    ❛   ——  mmm , good.  ❜   she leans toward him , presses her lips to his in a deep kiss.    when she separates ,  she remains only a breath away  ,   ❛   gettin’ awfully tired of taking care of myself.  ❜

       ❛ --- yeah ? ❜      hands drift down to her wisit , a tight grasp couples with the smallest of tugs forwards towards him , lifting up onto the balls of his feet to skim lips along the shark edge of her jaw - he’d keep her here all day if he could , wasn’t gonna give her the option to leave && do other things . one hand drops from her waist to grab the leg of her chair && turn it so as to kneel properly between her legs , peering up at her with head tilted .       ❛ maybe i can make it up to ya ? ❜

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gatekeepcr:

                she’s seated at the kitchen table , reading glasses perched on her nose while she skims through the local newspaper.  it’s become something of a routine , though she much preferred it when clay sat beside her and they were able to drink their morning coffee together.  she’s never been all that good at being alone.    gaze lifts when she hears him ,  a smile already tugging on her features.   she sees the flowers instantly ,  though she knows them to be from her own garden.  it’s a sweet gesture nonetheless.    ❛   ——  mornin’.  ❜    she greets with that small smirk she reserves just for him.   ❛   how was the ride ?  'been lonely round here without you.  ❜

                          lips press to the top of her head , hands resting upon her shoulders once flowers are placed without care on the table . his reply is murmured against her hair , fingers curling against her shoulders in a bid to keep her close .    ❛ --- ‘m here  gem .❜         shifting to his knees , he allows for lips to drag along her skin ; against her neck , collarbones . attentions rest against against her hand as he takes it within his own , thumb stroking familiar skin . he always missed her when club business called him away , there were times he considered simply letting the others deal with it .       ❛ ain’t got no plans to leave again for a while . ❜

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           it’s been a long week , they’ve barely seen each other  && of course he blames himself for the fact that she’s more than likely mad at him . hand curls around the door handle of their front door , && he’s hesitating ; should have gotten her something , flowers ... chocolates ... anything . a moment passes , he thinks quick , grabbing a bunch of flowers from the garden before heavy feet carry him back && through the front door .      ❛ --- gem , babe ? ❜ // @gatekeepcr