High Stakes Roller
Location: Vorzyd V
Wearing: xxx
Tag:
Cord Starfall
It was the anniversary of her... of Cord's... well, it was the anniversary, no need to dwell on it. Stacy was more than a few drinks into the evening and was pleasantly tipsy, and this place... it held a lot of memories. Countless black out nights, and wild, wild adventures. There were memories of drinking, and piracy, and thievery; dozen of nights of passionate sex and countless orgasms. Stacy closed her eyes and the world around her faded until she was lost in those moments, lost in time and space, lost in the past. It was like she was there, in those moments, reliving each minute. She felt lips on the nap of her neck, warm breath making her body tremble, hands on her hips, breathless moans. Time was a cruel queen; it never stopped the hurt, never healed the wound. Stacy loved Cord, something that had once seemed impossible. She'd never needed anyone the way she needed Cord - had told herself the on-again-off-again relationship was a fling, something to pass the time.
And then they had gotten married and it had become real and it wasn't longer about sex. It was love, honest and true love. It was the happiness she felt seeing Cord's face in the morning, and the sound of her breathing while she slept. It was the feeling of fingers tracing faded scars, and the taste of her lips. And then the kids had come along, and it had all changed again but that was okay. As long as she had Cord nothing was impossible. And three kids hadn't seemed so daunting. They were a beautiful and horrible mixture of the two of them. Kahlan, too much like Stacy for her own good; promiscuous and daring, unafraid. Genesis, smart-mouthed, and quick-witted, daring. And Kaiden, confident and dangerous, deadly. There hadn't been hospital visits, or colicky babies, or midnight feedings. No, time had ruined that too. But they were a family and that had been enough.
And now it was gone. The kids were spread far and wide — she couldn’t remember the last time she had seen them. And Cord was gone, dead as dirt; her bones ground to dust, her ashes lost on the breeze. And no amount of liquor was going to wash the pain from her heart. Stacy opened her eyes, blurry with tears she would not tolerate, and for a moment the casino didn't exist. She saw a hotel room, a pool, the ship, a dozen placed their had been in together. She saw Cord's face, smiling. And in the background had been their babies, teasing each other and shouting profanities as their mothers kissed. And for a moment, one teeny tiny moment she was happy again.
But it faded, like it always did. It faded and the roar of casino conversation came back to life, and there she was, alone and sad, dic ein her hand, gambling her life away. A moment passed, breath blowing the dice for good luck, and she had tossed them.
And just like that it was over, the memories, the moments, gone.
Wearing: xxx
Tag:

It was the anniversary of her... of Cord's... well, it was the anniversary, no need to dwell on it. Stacy was more than a few drinks into the evening and was pleasantly tipsy, and this place... it held a lot of memories. Countless black out nights, and wild, wild adventures. There were memories of drinking, and piracy, and thievery; dozen of nights of passionate sex and countless orgasms. Stacy closed her eyes and the world around her faded until she was lost in those moments, lost in time and space, lost in the past. It was like she was there, in those moments, reliving each minute. She felt lips on the nap of her neck, warm breath making her body tremble, hands on her hips, breathless moans. Time was a cruel queen; it never stopped the hurt, never healed the wound. Stacy loved Cord, something that had once seemed impossible. She'd never needed anyone the way she needed Cord - had told herself the on-again-off-again relationship was a fling, something to pass the time.
And then they had gotten married and it had become real and it wasn't longer about sex. It was love, honest and true love. It was the happiness she felt seeing Cord's face in the morning, and the sound of her breathing while she slept. It was the feeling of fingers tracing faded scars, and the taste of her lips. And then the kids had come along, and it had all changed again but that was okay. As long as she had Cord nothing was impossible. And three kids hadn't seemed so daunting. They were a beautiful and horrible mixture of the two of them. Kahlan, too much like Stacy for her own good; promiscuous and daring, unafraid. Genesis, smart-mouthed, and quick-witted, daring. And Kaiden, confident and dangerous, deadly. There hadn't been hospital visits, or colicky babies, or midnight feedings. No, time had ruined that too. But they were a family and that had been enough.
And now it was gone. The kids were spread far and wide — she couldn’t remember the last time she had seen them. And Cord was gone, dead as dirt; her bones ground to dust, her ashes lost on the breeze. And no amount of liquor was going to wash the pain from her heart. Stacy opened her eyes, blurry with tears she would not tolerate, and for a moment the casino didn't exist. She saw a hotel room, a pool, the ship, a dozen placed their had been in together. She saw Cord's face, smiling. And in the background had been their babies, teasing each other and shouting profanities as their mothers kissed. And for a moment, one teeny tiny moment she was happy again.
But it faded, like it always did. It faded and the roar of casino conversation came back to life, and there she was, alone and sad, dic ein her hand, gambling her life away. A moment passed, breath blowing the dice for good luck, and she had tossed them.
And just like that it was over, the memories, the moments, gone.
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