I'm Cheryl. I'm no one special, just an office worker / piano player / cat lover.
Come talk to me, I don't bite.
(RP blog. FC: Christina Applegate. None of these pics or gifs is mine.)
She yawned sleepily, taking a lock of his long brown hair and twirling it around her finger. ”Sam?” she said softly, almost shyly. ”I—I think I’m falling in love with you, Sam.”
His eyes fluttered shut sleepily. “Good.” he grinned lazily. “Wouldn’t have my kitten running after anybody else.” he kissed her hand softly.
She giggled, hiding her face, which was blushing. ”Does that mean you’re falling for me too, Sammy?” she murmured.
Cheryl moaned into the gag as she took him completely into herself. She threw back her head, twisting her wrists in their bonds behind her back. Her hips ground against his lap in an effort to create friction. Suddenly she froze, thinking she heard voices from outside the confessional door.
"That is fine, there is always a start for everything especially matters such as this, tell me, what is your confession?" Richelieu asked, his hand pressed to his face in a sleepy manner as he sat behind the wicker screen of the confessional.
For once his matters as a Cardinal were not so secular, it was refreshing in a way. Richelieu waited for Cheryl to continue, his hand still pressed lazily to his face, he was so distant he hardly noticed who he was speaking to.
Richelieu had one hand pressed to her hip while he pressed the other to his mouth to stifle his moans and grunts. He loved hearing Cheryl’s muffled cries from behind the gag, they surved to please him even more, but when she stopped moving on him, her cries then silenced as she heard voices.
Someone’s on the other side, Richelieu thought with horror set in his eyes.
Richelieu looked up, he had to reposition them, but he couldn’t pull out due to the tightness of the confessional. He got up, holding Cheryl in his hands, he pressed to her back as he silently told her to bend more forward so she wasn’t seen, he tossed his long billowing robe over her as well for good measure . With a tight breath Richelieu opened the screen, making the sign of the cross to start the confession.
Cheryl held her breath, squeezing her eyes shut. She felt trapped, bent over in the cardinal’s lap with his robe covering her. Squirming in his lap slightly, she felt his length still inside her and she breathed in trying to stifle a whimper. She heard the penitent in the adjoining booth beginning to confess, and the cardinal shifted in his chair, eliciting another whimper from her.
"Hey! Nice to meet you! I’m Balitesse, but you can call me Bali."
"Balitesse? That’s a pretty name." Cheryl put out a hand to shake. "Nice to meet you, Bali. You seem like you’re in good spirits."
"Oh. Uh, thanks. I’m always in high spirits. Well, most of the time. This time’s probably just a sugar rush," she said. She shook Cheryl’s hand gently, a little awkward. "Sorry, that’s a… symbol of something different back home."
"Oh, really?" Cheryl looked down at their hands, withdrawing her own. "Sorry, didn’t mean to offend. Where are you from, exactly?"
"Couple hours ago," Cheryl murmured soothingly, holding the girl and rocking her back and forth. "You were fast asleep so I put you to bed. I’m sorry you woke up alone. Did you have a bad dream?"
Venus rested her head against Cheryl, slowly calming down. She nodded her head, sniffling. “I always do.”
She rocked the girl slowly, patting her back. ”Shhh, it’s okay, it wasn’t real,” she murmured. ”I’m here and I’ll take care of you, okay?” She silently cursed at the scientists who gave her these nightmares. ”You wanna sleep in my room with me, so you’re not alone?”
She threw back her head and laughed out loud at that, falling beside him on the couch. ”Poptarts?” she gasped, still giggling. ”I can just see it now….a fancy dinner at a fancy restaurant, champagne…and Poptarts." She kissed his cheek. "I was thinking that roast beef might be more appropriate."
Thor laughs and rests his hands on top of his head. “I agree, roast beef would be more appropriate.”
She wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled into his side. ”I’m tired now, Thor,” she sighed. ”It’s been quite a day. Will you take me to bed and tuck me in?”
"Oh my goodness, he’s so different now," Cheryl said brightly. "In fact, he was God for a while, after he killed Raphael and absorbed a bunch of Leviathans. Then he, uh…got better." She shrugged, realizing how unbelievable she sounded. "Everyone knows him as ‘Heaven’s Rebel’ now."
Anna frowned at what she said and shook her head. “What? God? No, he wasn’t God. No one can pretend to be God no matter how strong they are.” She said as she sighed. “What happened to him? He got the Leviathans back in purgatory right?” She asked as she tensed up a bit. “Yeah, well I hope he doesn’t try and be God again.” She said sitting back and looking out the window.
"He said he was God….” Cheryl said, frowning and clearly confused. ”Maybe he meant he was a new God. He seems to think God went away and isn’t coming back.” She looked sad. ”That’s not true, is it? God’s coming back, right?”
"I have no idea, Avriella," Cheryl said truthfully. "My dad used to have a dog named Tippy, I guess that’s why I thought of it. But you can call your penguin whatever you’d like to call him." She cradled the doll in her arms as if it were a baby. "I still like Susie for the doll though."
Avriella nodded when she talked about the dog her father use to have. “Why don’t you have a doggy?” She asked her as she played with her penguin and looked down at it. “I like Tippy it’s funny.” She said giggling before she moved over to her and crawled in her lap. “Why Susie?” She asked curiously.
"I had a dolly named Susie when I was your age," Cheryl said dreamily, rocking the doll, "and she looked a lot like this one." She looked up and grinned at Avriella. "I haven’t got a dog ‘cause I have cats. You wanna meet my cats?"
Brad turned toward the unfamiliar voice, looking like he’s been living off coffee and cigarettes for a week. “Uh.. Hi. I’m Brad.”
"You need sleep, dude. It’s vital." Cheryl smiled sympathetically. "Let me at least buy you a sandwich. You can’t sleep on an empty stomach."
He shook his head. “Thank you, but I have to decline…” He looked around. “I have to finish my paperwork..” He glanced down at the papers he had crushed in his hand. “Boss will kill me if I miss another deadline”
Cheryl looked curiously over the pile of papers. ”What are all these?” she asked idly. ”What do you do for a living?”
Cheryl blinked. ”Okay then,” she replied hesitantly, then turned back to Silvia. ”Not very friendly, is he? Is he your husband?”
"Hiya Cheryl! I’m Silvia-"
"And this here is Benny."
"Yeah uh don’t mind him. He’s a little hungover."
Silvia began to laugh and you could hear Ben in the kitchen laughing too. She shook her head as she laughed. “Noooo! He’s my best friend. He’s from L.A. And was in town for the weekend so I let him stay here.” She explained. “And no he isn’t very friendly.” She continued with a smile. Ben walked in, now with a shirt on and a cup of coffee. He smiled at Cheryl. “Benny Satz. It’s a pleasure to meet a beauty like you.” He said groggily then sipped his coffee. “You wanna drink?”
Cheryl blushed. ”Nice to meet you,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. ”Sure, I’d love a drink. Whatever you’ve got.” She turned back to Silvia. ”What do you do here? Are you an actress or a singer or something?”