A Play of Players [Cyn]

[Cynthia DeSilva]

"Okies." She whispered and closed her eyes. "That's nice." She added with a small smile. Running her fingers down his shoulders and arms as she pressed herself closer. Her hair falling in front of her eyes as she looked up at him to see if she should go further or what he wanted to do.

[/blockquote]

[Anthony Saprio]

He kissed her neck, and just let his mouth trail down to every piece of flesh exposed. He let a moan escape his lips feeling her touch. He attemped to roll with his limp leg, and managed to do, being the one on top. He straddled her the best he could, and rocked against her. Hoping to entice her as he placed a gentle kiss upon her lips.

[/blockquote]

[Cynthia DeSilva]

A small smile came to her lips as she kissed him back, deepening it. Wrapping her arm around his neck. She moaned feeling him against her. "I want you." She whispered softly against his ear, pressing closer as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

[/blockquote]

[Anthony Saprio]

He suckled on her shoulder, and purred. He had longed to hear those words. "And I want you..." He whispered gently, and then thrusted into her. What a day...sex in the forest, nearly dying, obtaining injuries, and creating....a love triangle. Though it was far from over yet. He thrusted harder, hoping it didnt hurt, only desiring to cause her to want him more, as he softly kissed her lips.

[/blockquote]

[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cynthia smiled before moaning loudly into his shoulder, holding onto him tightly as her moans groan louder. Returning his kiss affectionately and forcefully, raking her nails down his back.

[/blockquote]

[Anthony Saprio]

Anthony was content and sated at the end. He had no idea what time it was, and slowly slid his boxers and pants on without managing to further kill himself. "Come on. I see a road ahead...we'll be okay." He told her as he staggered up, and limped.

[/blockquote]

[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cynthia sighed and nodded. Slipping on her clothes, she stood up and hugged her arms to herself. "Okay..." She whispered and tested her ankle. It was a little better but still twinging in pain.

[/blockquote]

[Anthony Saprio]

Anthony finally got his chance. He had sex with his best friend. Quite an accomplishment, but that wasnt the thing on his mind. He couldnt really use his leg and he apologize for having to stop every five minutes as they walked. Night had fallen, and Tony was sure they only cover a few miles.

A bright light hit his eyes as he growled, headlights. Headlights? He saw someone manuever into the forest, "Cynthia look out!" He yelled as the bright lights blinded him when they came closer. He shoved her out of the line of fire, and everything went black as a scream came from his mouth and a thud was head. Anthony had been hit.

[/blockquote]

[Cynthia DeSilva]

The silence was killing her and she was starting to think that sex was all he wanted. Biting her lower lip as they walked, getting even more cold the longer they were outside. What she would kill to get a warm fireplace and hot cocoa.

Cynthia turned to look when Tony called her name, but was shoved out of the way. She landed hard on her back and tears sprang to her eyes as pain sprang through her body. Sitting up slowly, her whole body was numb and cold. Looking over to see Anthony laying there... not moving... scared the hell out of her. "Dash?" She cried as she rushed to him as she fast as she could. "DASH."

[/blockquote]

[Anthony Saprio]

The driver of the vehicle that hit Tony didnt dwell well, and left. Basically hit and run. Tony's cell phone had slipped out of his pocket when he shoved Cynthia so she didnt get hit by the car. Well...if his leg hadnt been broken before, it was definiely broken now.

He felt immbolized, and the agony his body was screaming at him with was unbearable. He couldnt move and didnt want to as he felt blood scorch his body from his head arms, chest and leg. 911...

[/blockquote]

[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cynthia felt tears coming to her eyes as she scanned around and found his phone and dialed 911. "Hello? there has been accident... no... no I don't know where I am... I don't see any road signs." She declared, rubbing her temples as she talked to the woman on the other line. Nodding slowly, she looked at Dash, "Okay... Okay..." She muttered before hanging up. She lifted Tony's head, crying harder. "I'm so sorry... so so sorry."

[/blockquote]

[Anthony Saprio]

Anthony at least blinked to let her know that he understood. He wimpered in pain softly as she lifted up his head. What seemed like days was only a half hour when he heard a rukus out on the road. It was the ambulance. The police connected them up and that was how they were able to find Tony and Cyn.

Quickly rushing they laid Anthony's body on a stretcher and placed him in the ambulance, calling for Cynthia to come. "Whats his name? How old is he? Does he have any allergies you know about?" They asked her, quickly breaking laws to save this ticking time bomb.

[/blockquote]

[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cynthia let out a sigh of relief when the ambulance came around the corner. She stood up quickly, twinging slightly because of her ankle but ignored it as she followed Tony's stretcher. "No... not that I know of." She whispered a reply, hoping inside of the Ambulance, not wanting Tony out of her eye sight.

[/blockquote]

[Anthony Saprio]

Eventually the night had been worst, gone to good and back to worst again. He had a head injury, that wasnt permanent, but he couldnt sleep. His leg had been shattered thrice as bad then the bike accident that happened to them. He was bleeding on the inside and had to go into immediate surgery where he had a cardiac arrest, and almost died. He was then brought back to life, stablized. Now...he rested, drugged up to hell with all kinds of needles and wires going in and out of him. He was being force to stay awake.

[/blockquote]

[Cynthia DeSilva]

Cynthia sat in the chair beside his bed, hugging her knees to her chest as her eyes scanned over his body. She was still crying and couldn't stop, Tony was hurt and it was all her fault. Tucking her chin in her knees and biting her lower lip, running her hand through her hair.

[/blockquote]