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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 7, 2012 2:34:07 GMT -5
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your tight white dress.
Altair blew smoke from her nose, hazy eyes looking at the house in front of her. It was huge, and that was a good thing. She didn't have to be pressed against a bunch of other sweaty people. That was a downside of events like this, having to be wedged against a bunch of other people that she didn't even know. Oh, she had no problems with being touched. She loved it, as a matter of fact. Physical contact was insanely gratifying. But dancing against sweaty people? The girl had enough of that at the club. For big parties, she often found that it was just a bunch of lame asses sitting around and smoking pot. At one such party she'd met Brett, who'd actually managed to become her friend. As close to a friend as she could have. Either of them could have, since he was basically her with a penis. That was a good thing too. Fucking him was like fucking herself, and being as narcissistic as she was, she had no problem with that.
She stamped out the cigarette with her heel before walking in, opening the door. Her outfit may have been skimpy, but it was in no way slutty. She was a model and she had standards for her fashion. She made fun of those girls who dressed like whores, she wasn't one of them. No, she wore a dress, tight and stretchy around her thighs, glittering gold sequins on her torso. They flashed whenever the light hit them. Her shoes, of course, were her favorite part. She loved heels, and the gold pumps she wore show off her long legs rather well. Altair knew she was hot, she made a business of it, and she came here to flaunt, from the tip of her toes to the curls of her hair. Even her makeup was tasteful and not piled on, eyeliner and glimmering gold shadow outlining her eyes. She puckered her lips as she looked around, knowing the gloss would last the entire night with how she applied it.
Her first destination was the kitchen where she would find refreshments, and she poured vodka into a red Solo cup, taking a swig and stopping a moment to enjoy the burn as it flushed down her throat. She blinked, looking around for people she knew. She may not have made close friends, but she certainly new a lot of people. As the Fire leader, she felt it was required. Besides, she knew she was popular, and not in that campy high school movie way like Carrie or some shit. Love her or hate her, you knew her. More like Regina George. Except the way she talked was annoying, and Altair liked to think her cockney accent was quite pleasant. In any case, she knew a lot of people from the Academy would be here. Hopefully that information was limited to people who'd be at the Academy and not anyone else who'd like to bust them.
Going back out into the living room where people gyrated under an electronic disco ball as the surround system pounded out dubstep, she found her person of interest. She didn't know him, but he was hot, and she let a smile curve her lips. Walking over to him, she wrapped an arm around his shoulder and swayed her hips as she said, ”hey.” and though she might have been a bitch most of the time, she knew how to flirt. ”what do you say we ditch for a little bit and find something fun to do.” she moved fast, and this was honestly speaking. She couldn't stand being bored.
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Post by lili2 on Aug 7, 2012 23:32:47 GMT -5
He put the big red chevy in park on the lawn in front of his buddy's rather large house. He was positive that the guy's parents wouldn't appreciate the deep tread marks left by his tires at all, but then again.. He didn't really care. He was here to get fucked up, not care. He opened the driver side door and jumped down, bringing his hand up to his face to shield his eyes as the sun seemed brighter then it should. God he hated when parties got started when it was still daylight out, he didn't like to be hammered until it was after dark. As he walked up the lawn he glanced around, seemed like he was the first one here, or one of the first few at the very least. Maybe he should have waited till later to come. No sooner did the thought cross his mind did his friend come busting out the front door. Andy baby! The boy called out in a very sarcastic tone as he flung his arms out wide like he was expecting a hug. Andrew simply walked up to him and punched him in the gut, lightly of course. The two started laughing and the boy put his arm around Andy's shoulders as they walked back up to the house. Can you believe my parents actually trusted me with this place over the weekend?! He burst out laughing again and Andy simply shook his head. Though he did have to agree with his friend, it was an awful decision on his parent's part. As they walked inside of the huge house his friend let his arm fall away from Andy's shoulders, with a broad grin still plastered on his face he offered to give him the tour of the house, before it got jam packed with people. If you wanna check it out you better do it now bro, the whole damn school has been invited.
[/b] He paused to laugh and held up his Andriod which had his facebook page loaded. I'm gonna go finish up in the kitchen, make yourself at home man[/b] He slowly wandered around the first and second floor of the massive house, then he noticed the glass double doors that led out to the back yard. He peeked through them as the first few people started to trickle in. There was a massive in ground pool that was all lit up and a fully stocked bar. Oh yeah, it was gonna be a good night. It didn't take long and the mansion that had seemed impossibly empty before was now standing room only. The DJ was set up in the living room and was cranking out some of the dirtiest dubstep he'd heard in quite some time. He stood at the bar in the kitchen, a red solo cup full of some kind of beer in one hand and a shot glass in the other. His friend counted to three and they both slammed the shot back and then chased it with a long swig of beer. He grunted as he brought his head back level and shook it some. The night was still young and he was well on his way to toasted already. He really needed to slow down if he was going to enjoy this at all. setting the empty glasses back on the bar he patted his friend on the head and made his way through the crowd back into the living room just as the DJ started a new set. maybe he should find someone to dance with. He scanned the room, easily looking over the heads of the people as he was taller then most of them here. He was looking for a pretty little thing to dance with, soon enough he spotted her. A cute redhead in a dangerously short skirt. He pushed his way through the crowd and slid up behind her. She was the perfect height as she began to grind against him, his left hand slid around her waist and rested on the top of her hip while his right wrapped around her and held her just under her breasts. He felt himself begin to sober up, but he wasn't calming down by any means. That is until he felt an arm slide around his shoulder. Instinctively he thought it was one of his buddies come to cock block, like they always do. He let go of the red head and turned around with a rather cross look on his pretty face. What the hell ma- He stopped short when he realized it wasn't one of his buddies trying to play a trick. He scanned the blonde's face for a minute. He knew her from somewhere.. Then it clicked. This was the fire bitch that half the new kids in school were afraid of. He looked her over, she looked good, there was no denying that. But he wouldn't tell her that to her face, he wouldn't give her that gratification. Oh.. it's just you. He hadn't really intended to say that out loud, but he didn't regret it either. He didn't even acknowledge what she'd said about sneaking off to find something 'fun' to do. He simply walked away, heading for the glass double doors. She'd killed his buzz and chased his dance partner away, he suddenly felt the need to get some air. If he had thought there were alot of people inside, there were twice as many outside. The guys were down to their shorts or boxers and the girls were in bras and panties jumping into the pool left and right, and even though there were a ton of people in the water it didn't seem too crowded, that's just how big the pool was. He stood there for a minute, it wasn't too hot but it wasn't too cool outside but he was sweaty from being on the dance floor. Why not? He pulled off his shirt and left on his long khaki shorts and jumped in the pool. When he finally came up for air he noticed that off to one side of the pool there was a floating bar. Alcohol all over this place! He swam over to it and ordered a shot of Jack which he promptly downed leaving an empty glass for on the little floating bar. One more shot then he ordered a mixed drink, a blue motorcycle, his favorite. Drink in hand he made his way to a relatively deserted side of the pool where he could just relax a little and sip his drink. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size] |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 8, 2012 21:55:42 GMT -5
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your tight white dress.
Altair did not do well with rejection. She was used to getting what she wanted. That's how it always worked. When she'd wanted her drugs, she'd gotten them. When she'd wanted sex, she'd gotten it, and got paid for it, too. In her younger years, when she had asked her parents for something, she'd gotten for that. Of course she had to share Christmases and birthdays with her twins, but she loved them enough that it hadn't much mattered to her. As long as she got what she asked for. One may consider her spoiled, especially with her spending habits. It wasn't a good thing to be buying all the shit she did when Rowena and her were living in dire straits, but she bought it all, anyway. No one had ever told her 'no'. In her world, that word did not exist.
So she didn't even care that this guy had been dancing with some other chick. That chick wasn't her, and she looked like a desperate slut. Altair didn't spare anyone in her thoughts, not at all. And she'd already downed her vodka, so the buzz was quite pleasant. Her eyebrows crinkled when the boy said 'just you'. ”So you know me, hmm?” she asked, her smokey gaze veiled by white bangs. She thought that he was playing hard to get, but she would be proven wrong, as a matter of fact.
He just walked away.
The fuck. She had been turned down, but guys tended to be a lot more up front about it. And she wasn't turned down for being too slutty or anything like that. It was because they were drunk and needed to throw up somewhere. This...this was new. She stopped a moment, not moving even though everyone was dancing around her. Then she tilted her head to the side. Usually, she wouldn't put so much effort into seducing one guy she met at a party. But she wanted to convince herself that he really was playing hard to get, and she could get him anyway. That was her goal, to fuck him and have him as a notch in her bedpost.
She walked out of the house and into the backyard, scanning until she found him at the bar in the pool. Altair stripped out of her clothes, even her undergarments, not wanting to get them wet and soaked with chlorine. There were wolf whistles, but she didn't pay much mind to them. Any naked chick would have the crowd going crazy. The girl pulled back her hair in boby pins. She knew she was hot, so she had no reservations about this. She dived in, back straight and rather professional, and emerged near the bar. Only her shoulders visible as she bobbed in the water, she swam over to the boy. Now, she didn't want to seem desperate, because she wasn't. She wouldn't play it that way, either.
Instead, she got herself a scotch on the rocks, and looked at him. ”So this is your idea of fun, then?” she asked, the dimples in her cheeks ironic commas as she smiled. ”you're probably a bloody bore.” she wanted to get him in the pride, urge him to do something to defend it. He seemed like he would be a tough one, but she wasn't giving up.
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Post by lili2 on Aug 8, 2012 23:43:34 GMT -5
He was content for the moment, his left arm was propped up on the side of the pool while his right held on to the cup which held his mixed drink. The cup that was quickly growing empty. Scratch that, it was empty, no more mixed drink goodness. He made a mock little frown as he looked down into the empty cup, there was only one solution to this! He drifted back over to the floating bar and ordered another of the same drink, another blue motorcycle. He sometimes was made fun of by his friend for drinking the neon blue cocktail, the guys always called it a 'girly drink' because of it's pretty color. If only they knew what went into making one, they wouldn't laugh so much. Tequila, rum, gin, vodka, and blue curacao liquor all in one cup, hell on wheels if you weren't used to heavy drinking. He took another long sip from the refilled cup and a little smile crossed his pretty face. He didn't know why he hadn't just come out here in the first place, it was much more chill, the pool was nice and cool and there were half naked chicks walking around everywhere. He could just sit back, drink, and take in the scenery. He thanked the bar tender and made a mental note to grab his wallet from the truck and give the guy a tip at some point.
Just as he was turning away to drift back to his little chill spot he saw the blond walking out of the back doors like she owned the place. He ducked his head and did his best to drift away faster, hoping the crowd of people would distract her enough that she wouldn't notice him. He turned so that his chest was facing the wall of the pool and propped his arms up on the side, still holding tight to that drink. It seemed like he'd gotten away from her, that is until he heard the chorus of wolf whistles coming from the guys and irritated groans coming from the girls. He turned a little to look out of the corner of his eye. What he saw was a bit shocking, his eyes went wide and he smirked a little. He didn't know why he was surprised to see the girl stripping naked, he knew her reputation. She was one of those people who was convened her shit doesn't stink, so being naked in a crowd was nothing for her. Actually she probably liked the attention. He rolled his eyes and turned back around, if she was trying to impress him it wasn't working. If you'd seen one set of boobs you'd seen them all, and he'd defiantly seen his fair share.
He went back to hoping that she hadn't followed him out here, that she had just come out to the pool because she wanted to cool off from being flat out turned down in a room full of people. He caught the sound of her voice over by the bar, scotch on the rocks, that drink was way too sophisticated for him. Don't come over here.. don't com- His little inward prayer was interrupted by the sound of a body moving through water and getting very close to his, and next by her voice. His little prayer had failed. He pretended not to pay her much mind as she asked if this was his idea of fun, but he just couldn't resist the urge to say something smart, though he was sure the comment would sail right over her head. Fun? No, but this was my idea of relaxing He took special care to really lay on the sarcasum when he said the word 'was', but he was still sure she wouldn't catch it.
He took another long drink from his quickly emptying cup, it was almost time for another refill. He was going to have to drink extra if he wanted to keep his buzz up with little miss thing hanging around. He turned lazily to look her in the face this time when she made the comment he was boring. What was she trying to do? Piss him off or something? It was going to take alot more then some petty insult to set him off. Actually, he laughed. Not one of those hearty, came up from way down deep, laughs. More like a, 'you're stupid and I'm laughing at you', kind of laugh. Sure, you're totally right. He nodded slowly, agreeing with her. That's why you're next to me, of all the guys in this pool, butt ass naked right? A wicked little smile crossed his pretty face. Cause I'm boring.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 10, 2012 0:45:43 GMT -5
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your tight white dress.
altair wanted to find out what made this guy tick. He seemed unflappable, and she didn't want to admit that intrigued her. It bothered her, certainly, was very close to ticking her off. But she didn't want to say that he'd actually gotten to her. She wasn't someone who could be gotten to. She didn't have anything to get to, she was hard and cold as ice. Apparently not, as this stranger was proven. It said something that she was so willing to sleep with someone whose name she didn't even know, but she was pretty fucked up like that. It used to be her job, after all. She didn't ask for anyone's name back then unless they wanted to give it to her so she could yell it out in the heat of passion. Whatever they wanted.
She quirked her fine white eyebrows when he said was, cocking her head to the side as if an intrigued puppy. ”what, am I causing you physical trauma?” she narrowed her gaze then, challenging him to say yes. She didn't know him, but she had bits and pieces that told her about what he was. And he was certainly someone who wasn't easily fazed, even by a naked chick in the pool.
With his next words, after casting a disinteresting look around and drinking whatever he'd gotten from the bar, she realized that he was really just a jackass. And she wasn't going to play the desparate whore that got offended because he wouldn't sleep with her. That's not really what it was, at the heart of it. Sure, she was offended for being spurned. But she wondered why she had been spurned. ”oh no, don't flatter yourself,” she said dryly, meeting his gaze with a confident one of her own. She looked off for a moment, feeling rather cool even though there was a prickling of her usual anger when he claimed that she had come to him for some entertainment.
She scratched her chin when she said, ”actually, I was wondering if you have some sort of problem with me.” it was said completely casually. ”because why else are you coming to a party like this, apparently not drunk by the looks of it, if not to fuck someone?” she was straightforward about because she held no punches. Honestly, unless you were here to drink, and he was pretty lucid, there was no reason to be here except to have someone warm your bed for the night. She came tonight for both, as a matter of fact.
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Post by lili2 on Aug 17, 2012 2:06:19 GMT -5
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tell me sweet little lies.
Andy looked down into his now empty cup, that same dissatisfied look on his face that had been there before when he'd been faced with this situation. Except now there was this naked girl between him and the bar. Now, most guys his age wouldn't have given that bar a second thought with a body like hers laid out in front of him on a silver platter. Andy was different though, he didn't think with his dick. He smirked as that thought crossed his mind, how odd he might have seemed to this girl that he only knew based on her reputation at school. He looked back up to her when he heard her start yapping something about physical pain. No, she wasn't causing him any of that, he wracked his brain anyway to try and come up with some witty reason as to why she was. He couldn't come up with anything, not with the buzz he had going on. He simply turned so that his back was resting against the pool wall and looked out over the swimming masses of teenagers.
With her first question gone seemingly ignored she spoke up again, persistent ain't she? One of those grins you get when you know you're being full of yourself crossed his handsome face, he had to admit, she has good taste at least. No no, it's not flattery at all, I'm just tellin' the facts. Of all the muscle bound idiots in this pool you picked me to strip for. He knew she probably didn't take all her cloths of specifically to tease him or try to lure him in. From the looks of those digs they were pretty expensive, she probably just didn't want to get them wet, but god he was going to love her reaction. It was way too easy to push her buttons, and he loved it.
He turned to face her this time when she asked a question she seemed somewhat serious about. Did he have a problem with her? On a personal level, no. On the level that she was keeping him from the bar, yes. He chuckled lightly at his thought. Maybe he would play along, see if he could make her chase after him any harder then she already seemed to be. Time to push this girl and take her for the ride she wanted to go on so badly. Nah, I don't have any problem with you. I wouldn't be much of a guy if I did.. He sat his empty cup down on the edge of the pool and slowly moved a little closer to her. Hot ass chick over here basicly throwing herself at me? Nah, I don't have a problem with that. He was so close now they were almost touching. He wanted to see if she was one of those girls he could make just melt and go crazy, or if she was some icy bitch who was totally unphased by teasing. He felt that last drink he'd had finally start to kick in as he reached one of his long, strong arms around her waste and pulled her to him, closing the gap. He leaned in close, she could feel her warm breath on his face, it seemed like he was finally going in for the kill. Leaning down for a kiss. But instead he shifted and whispered in her ear. But maybe I don't like to just go straight to fucking all the time.
With that he let her go and took a few steps back, glancing around like nothing had ever happened. He turned towards the edge of the pool and grabbed his empty cup, that sad puppy look on his face at the fact that it was still empty. A sly grin slipped over his lips and he turned to her, his eyes catching hers. Come to think of it, you are kinda causing me trauma. He paused laughed a little. You're keeping me from the bar.. He pushed himself away from the edge and moved around her in the water, careful to stay close to her. As he got just past her one of his large hands reached down and smacked her on the ass before he made his way back to the little floating bar to refill his drink. Time to see what she'd do next. Your move.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 17, 2012 13:44:44 GMT -5
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your tight white dress.
altair snorted at his words, feeling the confidence rise in her. Not like it had been at a low, of course, but what he said just made her want to laugh. honey, you don't even know the half of it. ”trust me, I don't care who I strip for,” she said. ”i don't even understand why we need clothes in the summer months. Kind of unneccesary.” she didn't half any self-consciousness, she didn't have anything to hide. And when not on the job, well, sometimes clothes were a nuisance. They could get annoying. Besides, he may have been special in the way he drew her attention, but that was about it. She'd stripped for crowds, her body had been used her entire life as someone might use a pen to write their best-selling novel, or others might use a spatula to cook for their restaurant. It was her tool of the trade, it was what she used to stay on top.
But she blinked when he answered her question, nonchalantly accepted and it brushed it off. Nope, no problem there. Well, it didn't have anything to do with her. She knew that, of course, her ego had told her so. It wouldn't have allowed her to believe otherwise, considering that it was what told her that she was supre fly all of the time. Not most of the time, even when she was wearing sweats she was sexy as fuck. And andrew had been aware of that, so what was the deal? Altair felt his arm around her waist then, and she looked at him curiously, for once the flirtatious look gone from her face as she simply observed him before allowing herself to close her eyes for a kiss. But he didn't kiss her, instead she felt his lips at her ear. Her eyes opened and she rolled them. ”really? So I have to wine and dine you first,” she said sarcastically. Despite what people said, sex was always on the mind. Even when romance was going on, it was always about the sex. They were still the primal animals they proved not to be, and andrew's attitute was a real turn-off.
Sufficiently irritated, she watched him move with a withering look in her clear blue eyes. Who the fuck did he think he was, anyway, king of the hill? Of course she could find someone else to warm a bed with her, but the fact that he turned her down because lack of romance was exasperating, to say the least. She was half tempted to fuck with him using her powers, and a small idea came into her head when he slapped her ass. A welcome gesture any other time, but she pushed away on his chest with a burning hot hand, fuelled by her reserves of power. ”enjoy yourself,” she said coolly. ”maybe someone will come over and woo you, then carry you on away on his white steed.” romance wasn't in her mind, it didn't exist to her. A lot of things did not exist to her because she hadn't experienced them, so why should she believe that anything like romance could be true? Love was just an invented emotion, it gave people reason to stay together after the initial mating.
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Post by lili2 on Aug 17, 2012 15:16:42 GMT -5
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tell me sweet little lies.
Andy hadn't even made it to the bar when he heard her speak up again, sarcasm practically dripping from her tone of voice now. Was he getting to her that bad? He turned back to face her, cracked that charming smile of his and opened his mouth for his own come back, but something stopped him. His bright blue eyes narrowed when he felt her hand hit his chest, the prickling sensation of heat radiating from her palm and into his chest. She was using powers now huh? She had balls but she wasn't too bright then, seeing as they were both standing in one of the best substances for conducting electricity. But he'd hold his temper a little longer, not to mention he wasn't really one to hit, or in this case fry, girls anyway. Not unless they really pissed him off. He was nowhere near that point.
Instead the thought crossed his mind to turn this around on her, maybe prove a little point. Before she could pull her hand away he put his large hand over hers, holding it to his chest as the burning feeling slowly began to fade. Either he was getting used to it or she was letting off, he didn't know which. Didn't really matter. Easy there hot stuff, don't burn the merchendise. He smiled that flirty smile and reached out with his other long arm and grasped her forearm, pulling her closer, then put that arm around her waste again to close the gap between them one more time. He had to admit, he liked having her this close. It was like flirting with a time bomb, she was sexy and dangerous and he loved it. Though he'd never tell her that. He wouldn't feel bad for playing with her though.
While he'd managed to keep his temper in check, his sex drive on the other hand was knocking at the back door of his mind screaming to let it in, and to let it take over. It'd been months sense he'd had a girl this hot this close and while he was having all the fun in the world just flirting with her and pushing her buttons, he was also pushing his own. He bent down close to her again, like he had before. His breath falling lightly on her cheek as he whispered in her ear again. Haven't you ever wondered what it was like to just enjoy a person rather then just fuck their brains out? He slowly began to move over to the floating bar where there were these sort of built in seats as he whispered his gruff voice in her ear, hopefully she wouldn't notice what he was doing. Or to let that person enjoy you. The hand he had over her hand, and his arm around her waste drifted away towards her sides where his hands slowly ran down to her hips. He felt the back of his leg hit the base of the built in bench and he sat himself down, the seat was raised up good bit so his chest was almost fully out of the water now. When he was comfortable he suddenly moved his hands down and grabbed her ass, moving her to sit on his lap. He looked back up to her with his charming smile. Now would that be so terrible? He wondered in the back of his mind how she would act to him being so.. forward, like he was. But really he didn't much care. Hot chick on his lap pretty much trumped everything at the moment.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 17, 2012 17:15:25 GMT -5
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your tight white dress.
altair really didn't know if she wanted to bang him right there or punch him in his face. he was throwing her for a loop, because this was not what she was used to. she was used to uncomplicated compliance, a guy saying hell yeah when she suggested they go to the bathroom, the bedroom, anywhere she could to get her fix. because that's what sex was for her, like a replacement for the drugs that had almost destroyed her body. she didn't move when he placed his hand over hers, simply let her power fade so it didn't fdrain her too much. she rolled her eyes at his words. really? merchandise? "open your mouth again, i want to know if you can sound any more like a total douche bag," she said, her tone acrid. say what you wanted about her, but she suffered no fools and she made it known how she felt about you. there was no lying, she saw no point in it unless it was to get out of an arrest.
she eyed him cautiously now as he drew closer. she didn't like him, didn't trust him, but god was he fucking hot. and she still wanted him, as much as she hated to admit it after he'd been a dick. she couldn't help it. she was tempted to roll her eyes at his words, not realizing what he was doing. the water dripped from her hair and onto her shoulders, making her shiver. he continued to speak, and she felt his hands roam, causing her to squirm. she didn't want to be turned on, didn't want to be holding back a sigh that threatened to break past her lips, and didn't want him to touch her everywhere. she let out a sound of surprise when he took her by the ass and positioned her on his lap. she took a few breaths, laughing a little under her breath.
then she turned to him, and placed a finger to his cheek, letting it trail down to his neck, to his chest, as she said, "i don't know what's more enjoyable than raw, passionate sex." she let her finger slide down till she was touching his side, dangerously close to what every man would rather be touched at. "there is no such thing as making love. it's a myth. a boring myth, at that. why only know one person when you can be with someone different every night?" she didn't understand monogamy, what was so desirable about staying with one person forever. you got to know their every move and it got boring. sure, they would know how to do everything you liked, but she hadn't found anyone who could please her like that. she positioned herself so that she could move her hand up to his hair and grab a fistful, puling him closer so she could ask him the question the same way he had asked his, at the same time grinding her ass into his lap. "so why don't you find a girlfriend, then, and enjoy her?" she pulled back with a vicious look in her eyes.
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Post by lili2 on Aug 19, 2012 18:30:10 GMT -5
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tell me sweet little lies.
The little surprised sound she made when he lifted her up on his lap made the blond grin. He, like most guys his age, loved it when he made girls make cute little noises like that. There was no particular reason for it, he just found it very amusing. He took one hand off her ass and reached for his drink that was sitting on the bar, he took a long swig, finishing off his third glass just sense he'd been in the pool. The booze were really starting to work their magic now, and that topped with the fact that he had this outragiously hot girl on his lap were like a time bomb for Andy. He needed to slow down. The bar tender took his glass and asked if he wanted another, he just shook his head no and kept his attention on Altair. He definatly didn't need anymore booze so long as she was going to be around.
His body went sort of ridgid when he felt her finger touch his cheek and begin running down his neck and chest. That finger was attached to the hand that had just tryed to burn him, but right now it felt like an ice cube dragging across his chin. Little goosebumps followed her touch and his grin grew a little wider. Good lord this girl was trouble. He liked it though, hell yeah he did. The only thing better then the hot passionate sex is getting a girl so worked up she cant see straight and just goes crazy. It was true, if he was with the right girl he usually liked the foreplay better then the sex, as strange as some might find that. He laughed a little to himself as he started to imagine what this girl might be like if he got to do whatever he wanted to her. He shook his head a little to rid his mind of such.. exiciting thoughts, and to calm himself down. He wouldn't give in to her so easy, he wasn't going to be the knotch on her bed post tonight. He sat back against the edge of the bar and took a deep breath, nothing like relaxing with a time bomb on your lap. But no sooner had that sign left his mouth did a burst of outright laughter. She had mentioned something about love, is that what she thought he wanted? He laughed again and closed his eyes. Slow down babe, nobody here is talking about love. His laughter tapered off to a soft giggle. Dangerous and funny.
Absentmindedly he let his hands start wandering over her sides, every now and then they'd drift back to that nice little ass of hers as he just sat there listening to her. He breathed in deep when he felt her hand run through his hair, he absolutly loved when girls did that, played with this hair, but then he felt her grab it. That didn't bother him though as much as the feeling of her ass griding against his lap. He held back the groan that tried to slip past his lip and instead took another deep breath and took his hands away from her, doing his best not to encourage it. Why didn't he have a girlfriend? Mostly because he couldn't stand most of the girls that went to the academy. They all seemed either superficial and bitchy, or wishy washy and boring. No happy medium. But he wouldn't let her know that, it might make him seem too soft. His eyes opened slowly and he grinned again, his lips moving against her cheek as he spoke. Because I haven't found one that can keep up yet.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 19, 2012 20:40:44 GMT -5
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your tight white dress.
she didn't want to admit how much he tempted her. he was fine, that was for damn sure, but there was also the fact that she deemed him as a challenge. a challenge that no one gave her before. her previous job had always allowed her to get her way (and if she allowed herself to think about it real hard, she'd realize how much she hated certain kinds of men touching her) and she had never been offered resistance. until now. the bartender served him, but she didn't need anymore booze, for now. she was too preoccupied by him to think about that. all she wanted to do was tear him down. and then leave him begging for more, because she wasn't going to give him anything. for those who thought she was simply an easy ride, she could be anything but when given the chance.
altair enjoyed feeling him under her touch, noticing him not move. she wondered what else she could do to him, but of course she would only get him hot and bothered. he'd rejected her and now he was trying to preach to her some bullshit. that was a game she did not play. "you seem to think highly of yourself," she noted, her voice coming out soft. "but you talk like someone whose never orgasmed." she smirked, a comma at the end of her lip. he apparently found her comment funny, and she arched a fine white eyebrow. he was rather cute when he laughed, but she did not allow herself to be swayed. "so we're talking about foreplay, which is only decent when it is with someone you love." she didn't sleep with people she cared about. but then again, she didn't care about anyone save for her sister. "i've never met a man who could work me into a tizzy before actually shagging me." it was a truth, and a sad one at that. which was why she didn't think much of foreplay. if a guy liked it, so be it. it was not nearly as thrilling for her. it was like drinking before getting drunk. not as fun as the drunk part. and though she was buzzed by the scotch she had abandoned, she was nowhere close to as hammered as she wanted to be.
even though she had committed herself to simply teasing andrew and nothing more, she bit her lip as his hands started to roam again. all she had to keep in mind was that she could bring him to his knees without even trying. even if he said that he didn't want an easy lay, he was still a man and his body would react however it wanted. but he drew away his hands and she blinked at him, waiting for his response. and when it came, she had to smile, shaking her head. "is that so?" she questioned, cupping his cheek in her hand, moving her lips down to brush along his neck before returning to his ear. "and what makes you think that any girl would want to be with you for longer than a week? we tend to get bored quickly." it only went so far for her. she naturally didn't let people in. most of that was due to the fact that she was deemed unapproachable. and though she had gotten better of the years, she was still vicious.
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Post by lili2 on Aug 22, 2012 23:08:37 GMT -5
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tell me sweet little lies.
What was he going to do with this girl? She was like a snake in the grass that just kept coming at him, a really hot snake in the grass. A very matter of fact smile crossed his lips when she mentioned how much he thought of himself. Yes, he did have his pride, maybe a little too much, but it didn't go unfounded. Every girl he'd ever been with, weather it was just a cheap lay or a serious relationship had always done nothing but feed his ego, so he had no reason not to think he was the most amazing man walking. But then again, she was just like him. I'm no worse then you are in that department, princess Her snarky little comment about him never having an orgasm before, he hadn't been expecting it and for a moment the expression on his face was just blank, but when he got his wits about him he burst out laughing one more time. Not that condescending laughter, but real, from way down in the gut, laughter. He couldn't even bring himself to cook up some snappy reply, all he could do was laugh. She wasn't completely wrong, though. Sure he'd gotten his with plenty of girls, but very rarely did he ever really enjoy it. It was more like, they were the booty call and he just did his business then went home. Usually that's just the way he liked it too, it was different with this chick though. For some annoying reason.
Now she was finally almost understanding his logic, though she still threw that love word in there. That word didn't apply between these two, and nor did he think it ever would, but he knew that if she'd climb down off her high horse and just have fun with something new, she'd like his foreplay. Maybe he'd even be able to be the first guy to work her into a tizzy, as she'd called it. No, there was no maybe to it, he knew he could. There you go with that love word again.. He shook his head slowly, his now dry sandy hair fell into his eyes. He looked back up to her from behind his bangs and smirked. You never know until you let me try. Of course he wasn't going to be working this chick into a tizzy any time soon, he wasn't going to give in to her and give her what she wanted. Not after putting up this much of a fight anyway. She lost her chance to have fun with him tonight when she acted like she knew she could get whatever she wanted out of him.
His face felt cold when she put her hand on his cheek, he felt the static electricity crackle between her skin and his. It was a very strange sensation that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Nothing like this had ever happened before when a girl touched him, usually he didn't feel anything. He felt the same feeling when her warm lips trailed down his neck, as much as he hated to admit it she could get whatever she wanted out of him, if she tried hard enough. He wouldn't let it get to that point. He smiled when she turned his comment back around on him, he should have seen that coming. Before answering her he moved his arms back around her, spinning her around on his lap so that she was sitting sideways across it. Then he picked her up bridal style and stood up off the bar stool then turned and sat her down on it. He had to get that tempting ass off of his lap. He leaned in close to her and wrapped his arms around her again. On the contrary, it's me who gets bored quickly. He moved in for the kill and planted a kiss right on her lips, he felt that static electricity again and thought he saw a spark fly as he pulled away. With that he took his arms away from her and let himself fall back into the water and he began to just float away.
ooc|| I sorry for the weird post T_T
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 26, 2012 5:25:15 GMT -5
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your tight white dress.
Arrogance was an old friend of hers, it kept her company, fed her ego. It kept her stable. She was anything but stable without her pride. She knew what people thought of her. They believed her to simply have an superiority complex to feel good about herself. While that much was true, those people did not realize how unstable she'd be without her pride. How it was the thing that helped her kick her ugly addiction, apart from her sister's death. Maybe Andrew had a similar story. She didn't care about figuring that out, however. She didn't want to figure him out, that wasn't her goal here. Her smile when he made note of her pride made her smile something genuine, even while he did use an annoying petname. ”You know me so well, sugar,” she said, with a sparkle in her eye. At least he could read her well enough, but it wasn't that hard to. Here she was naked in a pool on top of him, it may have seemed an act of low self-esteem. That's what everyone assumed about girls who did things like this, whores as they were called. It was hard for society to accept that woman loved sex just as much as men.
Things in Altair's mind tended to fixate on black and white. Nothing beyond that, no edge, no intercies. Clean and simple, it made life easier for her. That way she did not have to contemplate her choices, no moral backlash on her part. If she allowed any hint of something between lust and love creep in, then things would just get complicated. The Fire girl chose a life without complications, a decision made to stop everything from getting to her. ”I told you, there's nothing in-between lust and love. It's either or.” And foreplay was for lovers, and she may have had men she slept with but she never had lovers. She never had the passion resserved for that kind of relationship. She only had the raw passion of wanting to get off so she could go another day without the edginess of sexual frustration. ”You're cute,” she said dryly when he said that she'd never know unless he tried. Any other time, she'd be on board. She wanted him more than she cared to admit, but somehow she had this thing called dignity that reared its ugly head. Or rather, it was a mixture of dignity and pride. The latter she could admit to having a lot of. And she would not sacrifice it for this douche bag at a fucking house party. She had some standards.
She felt the ache that told her that she wanted him more badly than she would like him to know, even while she manipulated him as physically as possible. Warm and damp skin beneath her, it was hard to keep herself from doing something that would be the downfall of the pride she had been defending all along. Stupid guys like him shouldn't have that kind of effect on her, it didn't feel right to her. She idn't like being moved and shifted, so she made a huff of iritation as he turned her and lifted her up in his arms. The boy plopped her on the bar stool, and she looked up at him, more of a wetlogged and irritated puppy than the usual dangerous glint in her eye she had. She moved back as his arms went around her, lifting her hands to his chest as she stared at him. An eyebrow lifted with his words, but before she could even make heads or tails, his lips were against hers, and her eyes closed without her consent. Heartbeat sputtering, she couldn't even chastise herself for accepting this. When he pulled away, she let him go, watching as he floated away. She could only roll her eyes at him.
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