Couples - Mac & Jericho Appreciation(Fever)#2:'Cause He will come for her'

sidhe-seer · 02-01-2009, 10:47 AM

^ made by let me sign

MacKayla Lane
Mac was just another 22 year old young woman but then her life was turned upside down when her sister, Alina was murdered in Ireland while studying abroad.
Upon arriving in Dublin she soon realizes that not everything is as it seems. Her life begins to change when everything she sees, is different from what she originally thought.
Strange things begin to transpire, she begins to see things a normal person should not be seeing.
She is then told by a mysterious stranger that she is not like everybody else, that she can see the Fae(Or Fairy).

Jericho Barrons
Jericho Barrons isn't like anyone else out there in the world, for many reasons. The main one would be that he isn't exactly human. He is everything you can't imagine. Strong, Magical, Powerful, dark and demanding.
From the beginning he is cold and dark, but what you don't see on the outside is who he really is.
Vulnerability isn't something that is a common thing when it comes to Jericho, he likes to hide his emotions for whatever reason.
Having a dark past can do that to you, he is intriguing, attractive to boot and everything you would want in a savior.
But there are things he hides, and is determined to keep them locked away in the deep part of himself.

When they have a chance encounter, neither of them would realize what an impact they would have on each other.
After realizing what she is, and the fact she had no idea or what she should do about with this new piece of information, Jericho invites her to stay at his bookstore.
After the same object but for different reasons, they join forces to take down the evil that is surrounding the city and to restore order.
Easier said then done.
Whether it's fighting with each other, of him saving her life countless times. These two unlikely people have come together through extreme circumstances, and they'll find their relationship has grown much closer than they ever thought possible.

Shippers:

1. - Tinkerbell -
2. -Andie-
3. globe2912
4. Fading Letters
5. let me sign
6. Gabriela
7. chrissy1302
8. Enigma
9. Endless Fighter
10. kiss and tell
11. colorblind
12. Morgan_T
13. never think
14. Freaky Wednesday

He Studied me with his predators gaze, assessing me from head to toe. I studied him back. He didn’t just occupy space, he saturated it. The room had been full of books before, but now it was full of him. About thirty, six feet two or three, he had dark hair, golden skin and dark eyes. His features were strong, chiselled. I couldn’t pinpoint his nationality anymore than I could his accent, some kind of European crossed with old world Mediterranean or maybe an ancestor with dark gypsy blood. He wore an elegant, dark grey Italian suit, a crisp white shirt, and a muted pattern tie. He wasn’t handsome. That was too calm a word. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual. He was attracted. There was an omnipresent carnality about him, in his dark eyes, in his dark mouth, in the way he stood. He was the kind of man I wouldn’t flirt with in a million years. - (p43)
I am unaccustomed to asking for what I want. Nor am I accustomed to bartering with a woman, he said finally. - (p50)

Lips compressed, face tight with fury, he dragged me up off the couch with a hand in my hair, grabbed my throat with the other, and began walking me backward toward the wall. - (p77)

He thrust me against the wall and held me there, a hand at my throat, his dark gaze moving restlessly over my face, my neck, the rise and fall of my breasts beneath my lace camisole. Moving majorly over my breasts. I might have snorted if oxygen had been in plentiful supply. There was no way Jericho Barrons thought I was a hottie. We couldn’t have been less each other’s type. If he was Antartica, I was Sahara. - (p79)

“Try to act like you like me”
When he put his arm around me and pulled me close, the shiver went clear down to my toes. - (p135)

When he returned his attention to the box, I caught my breath and stared blankly at the top of his dark head. Barrons had just given me the most carnal, sexually charged, hungry look I’d ever seen in my life and I was pretty sure he didn’t know even he had done it.

My breasts felt hot and flushed and my mouth was suddenly uncomfortable and dry. Jericho Barrons might be only seven or eight years older than me, and he might be what most women consider extremely attractive in a dark, forbidding way, but he and I came from two different worlds; we didn’t see life the same way.

After a long puzzled moment, I shook my head, thrust the inexplicit look from my mind - there was simply no room for it in my reality. - (pgs 163-164)

With his left arm around my waist, his right hand on my shoulder, fingers lightly brushing the swell of my breast, he steered me toward the entrance, locking gazes with men brave or stupid enough to let his gaze dip below my eyes, holding it until the man looked away. He could not more clearly branded me as his possession. - (p198)

I think he kissed me then. But it wasn’t like any kiss I’d ever felt before. ( p331)

I wouldn’t call him Jericho if he didn’t like it. But I wanted him to call me Mac, I insisted, sleepily.
“Mac” he said my name and laughed. “What a name for something like you. Mac” he laughed again - (p331)

Barrons and I have this unique way of communicating. We have these little nonverbal conversations, where we say all those things we don’t say with our mouths with our eyes instead, and we understand each other perfectly.

He didn’t say If you ever burn one of my quarter of a million dollar rugs again I’ll take it out on your hide, and I didn’t say Oh honey wouldn’t you like to? And he didn’t say Grow up Ms Lane, I don’t take little girls to my bed, and I didn’t say I wouldn’t go there if it was the only safe place from the Lord Master in all of Dublin.
- (p57)

“I guess I’m just a little spooked, Barrons. That’s all. Let’s go home. There’s nothing here”
“Home, Ms Lane?” His deep voice was gently amused.
“I have to call it something,” I said morosely . - (p69)

He brushed a curl from my forehead and I shivered. Barrons has strong hands, with long, beautiful fingers and I think he carries some kind of electrical charge because every time he touches me it shoots an unwelcome thrill through my body.
- (p69)

“where the hell have you been?” Barrons yanked open the cab door and pried me out of it with one hand around my upper arm. My feet left the ground for a moment.
- (p89)

He brushed the pad of his thumb across my mouth, then cupped my chin and angled my face back up to the light, I thought he was going to kiss me himself, to taste the complexity and complicity of me.
- (p91)

“One day you may kiss a man you can’t breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence”
- (p95)

I could feel the heat off his big body, along with the energy that always seemed to roll of him, that strange electrical current that bristled, omnipresent beneath his golden skin. There was something different about him tonight. Control was Barron’s middle name. Why then was I getting this feeling of… wildness.. Of an emotion I couldn’t identify but was surely kin to violence. And there was something more..
- (p132 - 133)

If he’d been any other man and id been any other girl, I’d have called the narrowing of his heavy-lidded dark eyes lust. But he was Barrons and I was Mac, and a blossoming of lust was about as likely as orchids blooming in Antarctica.
- (p133)

Barrons was framed in the doorway. His eyes were black ice. He stared at me a moment, raking me from head to toe. “Nice tan, Ms Lane. So, where the feck have you been for the past month?”
- (p165)

The moment he seen me, he charged me, roughly bundled me over his shoulder, hauled me to the garage, stripped off my tool belt, and chained me to a support beam. I hadn’t even tried to fight him off; there was more steal inside Barrons than in the post behind me.
- (p167)

His hand was on my throat, and he was crushing me back with his body into the cold steel beam behind me. “Yes, I have loved Ms Lane and although it’s none of your business I have lost. Many things. And no, I’m not like any other player in this game and I will never be like V’lane, and I get a hard on a great deal more often than occasionally.: He leaned fully against me and I gasped. “Sometimes it’s over a spoiled little girl, not a woman at all. And yes I trashed the bookstore when I couldn’t find you”
(p170)

I eyed him, wondering what his elegant Italian suit might conceal. He had all the tattooing implements. What did Barrons look like without his clothes on?
- (p178)

Barrons knew me too well. “He t-told me you… weren’t….coming” I was cold, so cold.
(p248)

He glanced wildly as if looking for something, and if he’d been any other man, I would have called his emotional state frantic. “And you believed him? No don’t answer that. I said don’t talk. Just be still. feck, Mac. feck”
He’d called me Mac. My face hurt too bad to smile, but I did inside . - (p248)

I must have blinked. His face was close to mine. His hand was in my hair. His breath was warm on my cheek.
(p248)

His face was over me again, a dark angel. Basque and Pict, he’d told me. Criminals and Barbarians I’d mocked. A beautiful face for all the savagery. “You can’t die Mac” his voice was flat, implacable.. “I won’t let you” - (p249)

“This isn’t want I wanted” Barrons was saying. “This isn’t what I would have chosen. You must know that. It’s important you know that.” - (p249)

His face was in my neck and he was breathing hard. Was he grieving me? Already? Would he miss me? Had I, in some tiny way come to matter to this enigmatic, had, brilliant, obsessed man? I realized he come to matter to me. Good or evil, right or wrong, he mattered to me.
- (p250)

I was “Ms lane” again. Apparantely I was only Mac when gravely injured or dying. We’d talk about that later too.
- (p257)

“I’m the one that keeps saving your life. Doesn’t that tell you something?” - (p258)

“I know you’re the ones with the boobs, their in my fecking way every fecking time I turn around” - (p266)

“feck you, Ms lane”
“You just try. I’ll kick the fecking sh***t out of you”
“You think you could?”
"Bring it on” - (p266)

He grabbed a fistful of my T-shirt, and dragged me up against him until our noses touched. “I’ll bring it, Ms Lane. But remember you asked for it. So don’t even try thinking about tapping out and quitting on the fight” - (p266)

He swapped the fistful of my shirt for one in my hair, and ground his mouth against mine.
I exploded
I shoved at him, and clawed him closer. He shoved me back, and yanked me tighter to his body. I pulled his hair. He pulled mine. He didn’t fight fair. Actually, he fought exactly fair. He didn’t extend courtesies, not a single one.
I bit his lip. He tripped me and pushed me down to the stone floor of the cavern. I punched him. He straddled me.
I ripped his shirt down the front, left it hanging in tatters from his shoulders.
“I liked that shirt” he snarled. - (p266)

He grabbed the hem of my shirt, tore it straight up to my neck, and inhaled sharply.
His mouth was on mine again, the hot silk of his tongue, the sharp deliberate abrasion of his teeth, the exchange of breath and the small, desperate sounds of need. A tsunami of lust - crashed into me, knocking me off my feet, and dragging me out to a dangerous sea.
There was no lifeboat here in these deep, killing waters, not even a lighthouse, marking the way back to shore with its soft amber promise.
There was only the storm of barrons and the one I seemed to be, and if there was dark shapes moving in the waters beneath my feet that I should probably take a good hard look at and possibly reconsider trying to swim out, I didn’t care. - (p267)

He fitted himself to me and began a driving, erotic, rhythmic bump and grind.
Barrons tongue was inside my mouth, and somehow I was inside barrons. - (p267)

Barrons exploded from the shadows and hit me like a missile, taking me to the ground beneath him.
“She stays with me” said, Barrons. His voice too, rolled with the thunder of a multitude, reverberating inside my skull. Of course I was staying with him. What had I been thinking? - (p270)

Barrons and I had taken our skins off around each other tonight. Shared too many secrets, and none of them the important ones. - (p273)

I was about to look away when he reached across the seat, touched my jaw with his long, strong, beautiful fingers, and caressed my face.
Being touched by Jericho Barrons with kindness makes you feel like you must be the most special person in the world. - (p274)

“What are you Barrons?”
“The one who will never let you die, and that’s more, Ms Lane, than anyone in your life has been able to say to you. More than anyone else can do”
- (p287)

Barrons took a seat at the opposite end of the sofa. Even with all that space between us, we were too close.
I remember the feel of his wild, electric body on top of mine. I remembered lying beneath him with my skirt ripped to my neck, the look on his face. I looked away.

I stared into Barrons dark eyes as the phone rung and rung. I remember kissing him, remembered the images: The desert, the hot, killing soricco, the lonely boy, the endless wars. I wondered if I kissed him again, I’d get inside him again.
- (p290)

As I reached the connecting door, I stopped. “Jericho”.
“Mac”
I hesitated. “Thank you for saving my life” I slipped through the door, before I pulled it close, I added softly “again”
- (p291)

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http://www.fanforum.com/f88/mac-jeri...self-62865890/

colorblind · 02-01-2009, 11:12 AM

Thanks Kasia

Oh how i love that title.

sidhe-seer · 02-01-2009, 11:20 AM

I've made a new header.. I think this one would be better

colorblind · 02-01-2009, 01:22 PM

Love this one, but love the other one too

Can we add new one and leave the old one?

☆ a million stars ☆ · 02-01-2009, 06:09 PM

Yay new thread. Thanks Kas

Love the header

Stay to the Lights · 02-01-2009, 09:00 PM

Thanks for the new thread, love the new header!

sidhe-seer · 02-01-2009, 10:43 PM

I just though it would be better to have them kinda without faces

plus I hate the old one

so so soooo much

Stay to the Lights · 02-01-2009, 11:43 PM

You should remove the old one then

Its still in the OP

colorblind · 02-02-2009, 01:37 AM

why do you hate it?

sidhe-seer · 02-02-2009, 06:08 AM

because it's BLAH, the pics were to small, the composition is blah and.. I never like anything I make for longer than 48 hours

Stay to the Lights · 02-02-2009, 06:47 AM

The one we have now, is so much better . Perfect.

sidhe-seer · 02-02-2009, 07:20 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by - Tinkerbell - (View Post)

The one we have now, is so much better . Perfect.

till I make something different in few days

Stay to the Lights · 02-02-2009, 07:38 AM

Oh dear!

your never satsisfied.

sidhe-seer · 02-02-2009, 08:11 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by - Tinkerbell - (View Post)

Oh dear!

your never satsisfied.

give me Barrons and I will be

Stay to the Lights · 02-02-2009, 08:39 AM

You might have a fight on your hands, your not the only one who wants him

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