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[attr="class","BOXU"] NAMASTE BISHES He had his house to himself, excluding the two cats that insisted on following him around the house. Oddly enough he wasn't much of a dog man, perhaps it was because he had never owned a dog. It was only cats because they could live outside and have enough sense to get hit by a car, usually. His father didn't want any pets inside the house when he had been a child, so the man had grown up with a passion for cats of all things.
The dark haired man had sent a text earlier to his devilish co-worker, it had read, 'You ready to get naughty?' He had said simply, it just past noon, no one in the right mind would be trying to go the club. The freaks always came out at night, after all. Slipping the phone back into the seat of his back pocket, he crouched down and scratched the brown and white cat behind the ear. "Whose a good kitty? Yes, Mr. Buttons is the shit, and he knows it right? So is Mouse, you're a bad ass motherfucker." He grinned as he filled up both bowls with cat food and watched as the cats ran over each other in an attempt to beat one another to their own food bowls.
Asher had left the front door open, although it wasn't like he was hoping that the crazed woman would actually take heed of his message. "You two are going to come in contact with a real bitch, if you don't like her piss on her for all I care. Might teach her to act like a normal human being for once." He snorted as he popped the cap off of a bottle of alcohol and brought it to his lips, throwing it back as though it was the most common things to do while no one was around, and for him, technically, it was.
Just working with Dallas of all people in the world was enough to make someone go grey. He had long since put the argument between them over going through his things past him, but it wasn't very difficult to piss Asher off, and when one did? Well, someone would just be shit out of luck that day.
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Apr 24, 2015 16:24:11 GMT
 750 words notes: sorry this is crap and so unlike that of my normal posts idk wuts wrong with me DALLAS ARIANA PETROV Dallas was, if anything, aware of who she was and what she did. She had taken comfort in her darkened lifestyle, although that didn’t mean she was blind to what others thought of her; she was a bitch through and through. People didn’t usually find interest in associating themselves with the one that would make or break them, hence her usual disguise, but when she ultimately revealed her true form to them…let’s just say it was a bit shocking when she did get a message from the man.
It was the chime that woke her, the typical and familiar little sound that marked that of a text. Her consciousness slowly came to, eyes fluttering open to drowsily peer about the room. Given her night life, or rather, her fondness for the night, it was not all that bizarre for her sleep schedule to take up half the day. Before long she noticed the empty bottle of wine and her nearly sprawled position, causing confusion to briefly light her face. The events of the previous night were a blur and she was sure it hadn’t consisted of any one person in particular, which garnered more interested in the tone that had woken her. If not some sorry one night stand or her pathetic staff, then who? She easily shifted and checked the smartphone. What does Asshole want? Her eyebrow raised and a smirk rose along her lips as she found herself questioning his motives, but understanding the man was nearly impossible. Though perhaps that was a good thing because it was probably one of the few reasons she continued to remember his name. Regardless she rose from the bed and slipped into the shower.
It wasn’t as though she was eager to see where he resided, no, she was more than happy with their work-hour rendezvous (if anything it got her away from the paperwork). But she was interested in what she might obtain there. Ever since discovering the pocket-watch the lack of information haunted her, she needed to know why and how this man knew those faces for her own benefit. The thoughts played through her mind as she dressed, gave her assortment of Dobermans a pat, and parted ways from her extravagant home. She knew his neighborhood well and the address had been stored away in her memory…Well, for situations such as these.
The number that had imprinted itself into her mind soon came into view in the form of a mailbox and she had no hesitation in pulling into the driveway; her memory usually served her well. She rose from the car and surveyed her new environment, familiarizing herself with every little nuance of the building and the yard around it. Though she was almost surprised by the near normalcy of the house, half expecting strippers to be looming about. She snorted at the thought and continued up the driveway, and upon finding the front door open, stalked inside the house. "Couldn't get enough of my winning smile and clever bullshit at work?" She called, eyes flicking about the building in search of the man, or something that could be of equal use.
She had no need to put on a show for this man, he was more than aware of who she was and her true intentions, which, on this day had yet to be decided. To play nice or to torment the beast inside of him? Both choices pulled on her with equal strength but left her curious as to why? Either he was so intelligently stupid that he wished for her to ruin his life, or just so confident that he had nothing to lose, the latter of which she could prove wrong with ample time. Before long she found him and her eyes lit, but words were put on hold as she leaned in to touch her lips to his – as if greeting a coworker with a kiss was all the norm.
”Hello, Ash.” She pulled away and quickly fell back onto the couch, probably already full confident in her surroundings as she crossed her leg over the other. ”The hookers hiding in the back or do I have the pleasure of having your full attention today?” Her head tilted lightly in genuine curiosity. ”Speaking of which…Why am I here?”
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2015 16:08:11 GMT
First things first, the man had more class than to allow strippers and hookers to roam within a mile of his humble abode. He conducted his business from their homes, or from the likes of a public bathroom, or hell even in his car if he was desperate enough. He couldn't help the fact that he had a burning fire in his pants and that the stereotypical five minute 'me-time' bullshit didn't do shit for him.
Hearing the woman's voice echo from the entrance to the home, he snorted. "I'm sure your ass would love it if I thought that way." A smirk crossed his facials as the woman approached, wasting no time in having her lips meet his own. "Hello to you too, Dallas." He rolled his bright blue eyes, his attention shifting to one of the cats whom appeared to take a liking to the bitch of a woman.
The dark haired man made his way over to the couch where he rounded the corner just in time to see the orange tabby cat make a point of jumping up into the woman's lap. "Well I have a five o'clock appointment today with a.. yeah I don't invite hookers to my home. Damn, Dallas. What'd you think I am, some kind of manwhore?" He tried to keep a straight face, he really did but son enough he found himself chuckling as though it was the funniest thing alive. "You hold no leash on me, Dallas. I'm sure that pisses you off more than you'd like." He continued as he made a point of sitting down on the couch rather roughly, for the pure reason of trying to entice annoyance within the woman.
One could say that the woman had his full attention today, somewhat at least. He leaned over and ever so casually pressed his lips against the woman's neck. "I sure as hell didn't ask you to come over here to read me an early bedtime story, or sip a cup of fucking tea." He snorted as he ran his teeth along the woman's shoulder. "Or would you prefer to play with a few Barbies? I'm sure you'd love that. Let me go get my extravagant fucking doll house with a garage and a jacuzzi." He spoke with heavy sarcasm as he moved away from the woman slightly, just moving out of reach just in case the woman fancied hitting him upside the head. |
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on May 4, 2015 0:22:53 GMT
800 words notes: ...hopefully you can do something with this :/ DALLAS ARIANA PETROV She’d never really been a cat person herself; ironically, she didn’t enjoy the idea of a bitchy little animal peeing on her bed when it didn’t get her way. They were flighty, unpredictable and unwilling to allow anything or anyone to take control. She despised a creature that she wasn’t able to put under her thumb, in one way or the other. She much preferred the canine species, loyal and trainable although she only cared for the latter. They were easy, and if worst came to worst dogs could always be tied up outside without the threat of having them show back up at the doorstep – or work – every day like they owned the place. Except in this case the damned overgrown house cat /did/ own the place… at least in part.
It was comical, and rather fitting however that Asher seemed to think the opposite, given by his choice of pet. Dark irises settled on the lithe cat as it came into view and her eyebrow raised once it had settled into her lap. The idea of snapping the animals neck just to toy with his smug face came into mind although just the faint flicker of a thought, one that would, much to her dismay, never surface. It wasn’t the cat’s fault its owner was an ass and she had other plans for this day, ones that did not include having her own neck on the line. She drug her fingertips across the tabby’s chin in a light scratch and simply smiled at the man, as if that would make up for the sadistic thoughts that crawled through her skull.
“Ash, a manwhore? Never.” Her naturally low and husky voice already dripped with sarcasm and she’d only said a whole two sentences to him that day. If he was not the prime example of a whore then she might as well have been a nun. She snorted quietly at the thought and turned to face him as he set his weight heavily into the furniture. It was more than obvious she found herself right at home in her surroundings and she paid no mind to him and his stupidity. What you need is a bloody fucking shock collar and a muzzle. She huffed with exasperation but her eyes lit with the thought of being able to put the son of a gun in his place. She would find a way eventually. Her smile widened slightly, pleased with her own evil mind. “You’re cute. Wrong by a lot of things, but cute. But then again I’m not here for your vibrant personality.”
Quickly and understandably she became distracted by the lips that laid themselves on her neck, tilting her head away from the pleasurable feeling but of course it was short lived. Was it too much to ask for him to stow the jeers and get on with the program? It didn’t appear as so, but at least he’d made his point. His warmth parted and she couldn’t help but smirk at the movement, reminding herself not to underestimate his intelligence. She fell reasonably quiet, lifting the tabby off her lap and placing it on the floor. Seconds later with no apparent warning she shifted and swung into the man’s lap, straddling him with a hand lightly grasping at his throat.
She held her cheeky smile despite the threat as she watched him from her close proximity, taking in his scent and settling in her new ‘seat’ as casually as one might a recliner. “You’re also an ass.” Her voice took on a purr as the woman’s manicured nails trailed the line of his jugular. “But sure, I’ll play. Would you like to be the whore of a father or the alcoholic mother? Or maybe you’d prefer the damaged fucking children that’re caught in the crossfire?” Her humor lit gaze focused on him although something deeper resided in its depths. “You can keep your dolls, fairytales and perfect families, Asher. It’s all bullshit and we both know it.”
The woman’s eyes glittered as she watched him intently, her tone rising to a chirp. “Hmm, although a Jacuzzi sounds good right about now…” She dropped her hand to lay on the man’s chest as she retained her careless attitude. “You know what also sounds good?” She leaned in to kiss the man before sliding off his lap and glancing around. “Alcohol. I would go find some myself but ah, I’d prefer to just skip past the part where I get 'distracted', find something of value of yours and flush it down the toilet just to watch you squirm. Aren’t I generous?”
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2015 5:50:35 GMT
There wasn't a fucking thing wrong with liking cats, whether they be on two legs, or four legs, or well...technically the former could do both right? He fucking hated dogs. They were too loyal, almost to a fault. They waited on the master's feet, ready to roll over and be anyone's bitch all it took was for a strip of bacon to be waved in front of their noses.
He paid no mind to the woman's statement, that sliver of sarcasm in her voice only ticked him off slightly, although not enough for him to flip his shit about it. "I haven't said shit to you, and you're already trying to to piss me off?" He whispered quietly, his voice as cool as it always was. How did one even know when the man was pissed? He always had a smug little grin on his face regardless of the situation. "Too bad for you, you trying and failing to do so only gets me all the more excited." He grumbled, caring not for the woman's personal space.
A snort came from him shortly after the woman's comment, "Cute? Do I fucking look like a faggot or some shit to you?" He growled, but was that actually playful tone in his voice? Asher Thomas, playful? He cared not for the short lived placement of his lips upon the woman's delicate skin, but he was indeed caught off guard by the sudden movement of the she-devil.
Teeth flashed as a grin pulled at the man's lips, greatly pleased as he felt the woman's hand on his neck. There was no fear in the depths of his icy gaze, only pure excitement, thrilled even. His hands ever so casually moved against the woman's lower back, not giving a single damn if his hands wandered a little close to her back end. "Oh now, now Dallas. Would you be looking all high and mighty on your throne right now if I wasn't an ass?" He smirked as he pulled the woman closer to his own torso rather abruptly, his lips eagerly locking with the woman's own.
Why did he even do this? For the entertainment, of course, why else? "How about, you play the wannabe bitch in charge, and I be the one to knock you off your feet, quite literally." He commented, his gaze watching the woman intently as she slid off his lap. No, she had started something and he intended to finish it regardless of the woman's current intentions. "Alcohol'll come later." He stated as he returned the woman's kiss, before he reached forward and wrapped his arms around the woman's waist, pulling her closer abruptly.
He didn't need alcohol to get the job done, well not usually. "Very generous." He grumbled, like hell he'd have the woman snooping around his house like some nosy teenager. His grip tightened around the woman's waist as he set his lips upon the woman's neck definitely acting out the part of his feral feline side if only on a lighter scale. "If you were going to bitch so much about being here, why'd you come over? Didn't have an asshole in waiting today?" He grumbled as he slid his teeth over the delicate skin of the woman's neck before moving back and leaning his forward against the woman's own.
The damn woman was like a drug, a drug that he wouldn't mind going to prison for if it happened to be illegal. But he didn't want to share his goods, it was too damn good. "You're a crazy fucking woman, you know that?" He stated before adding, "But I put up with you, for whatever fucking reason." He finished as he eagerly returned his lips to the woman's, caring little for alcohol, jacuzzis, and whatever the hell else the woman might have said that he probably zoned out. |
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on May 9, 2015 6:44:26 GMT
680 words notes: DALLAS ARIANA PETROV It was not often she could provoke a smile from something as taboo as a hand to the neck. The mans simple, yet confident expression lit a fire in her like no other. She ignored the hands that found their way around her slender form, it wasn’t as though she were going to reject him, instead noticing the emptiness of his blue eyes and searching them fixedly.
What was this fascination with the man? The cold-hearted woman wasn’t sure she wanted to find out. The icy irises she stared into reflected something similar to her own, that much was for certain. The man had been through hell and although he refused to acknowledge it she could see through the cracks. To a point, at least. The stubborn animal prevented her from discovering the truth with something so little as intelligence. And then there were the cleverly placed distractions that kept her mind from wandering too far off, such as the embrace she found herself in. He continued to call upon her despite the potential for his ultimate destruction and perhaps there was some sort of allure to it, the idea that he didn’t give a shit about who she was so long as the attraction between them remained.
She was tired of thinking, for once. The idea that the feeling in her gut was anything besides lust both exhausted and startled her, and was that a migraine starting up? The faint throbbing began behind her temples, causing her nose to wrinkle in brief distaste. Luckily she was unable to remain in her mind for too much longer for his voice soon wormed its way into her skull. His chilling smile was a stark contrast to the warmth their bodies created as she was pulled close to him. She blinked away her stupor and her smile remained, as always thoroughly entertained by his display. He was a complicated man but somehow just as simple-minded as the next. Her dark irises danced with amusement as she felt his grip tighten on her, her hands soon finding surface on his chest as she peered up at him. ”Eager, are we?” Couldn’t even get past the small talk this day?
She closed her eyes once his lips found their way to her neck and she quietly hummed her pleasure, tilting her head once more to expose her vulnerable skin further. “Nope, saved myself all for you. See? I am generous…” Her voice drifted, following a chill that made its way down her spine. ”Bitching is just what I do, babe…you’ll have to get used to it…and let’s face it, I missed you.” She looked up at him with those big doe eyes and with the sultry nature of her voice falling ever so slightly her statements appeared to be convincing. It was not a complete lie of course, there more than several…aspects of him that she’d grown quite attached to but anything further than that, well, only the growing pain in her head could answer that.
Her hand slid to the back of his neck as she kissed him and pulled herself close to his form, sparing little room for much of anything. Parting only inches the woman released a soft breath. “Mmm, and the sex wouldn’t be the main motivator behind that by any chance?” She brought her lips to his neck now, her heart racing but forcing herself to remain calm. ”I am crazy…that’s a given. But you’re still here, Ash….are you equally as crazy or are you just blind to who I am?” The brunette parted to watch him again, curious for his reply but also fully expecting a sarcastic remark. ”I mean you invited me here, to a place filled with so many opportunities.. Trust me already?” And now it was her turn to joke, a devious grin lighting her face as she lightly toyed with the fabric of the mans shirt. There was no way in hell he could, not after the show she’d continuously put on for him.. but if he did, well, it’d be his own undoing.
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2015 22:15:29 GMT
He always managed to avoid the woman's attempt to destroy him, to mold and manipulate him into one of her fellow bitches. She could continue to try as long as she'd like to break the man, but he would always rise up on top, it probably had something to do with some odd alpha male complex the man crafted his world around.
Seeing the woman with a single trinket, the only thing left behind from the aftermath of his past, had annoyed him, but he soon got over it. He would give the woman a pass on that mistake, probably only because the sex shared between himself and the woman was phenomenal, if by his standards. "When aren't I eager?" He grumbled quietly as he continued brushing his lips against exposed skin of the woman's neck, although he kept his beastial feistiness to an absolute minimum, oddly enough.
Asher had gone to the point of zoning out the woman's words, that is until the next set of words that came out of the woman's mouth, which prompted him to pause in his onslaught of affection upon the woman's neck. He pulled back slightly from the woman, his icy gaze looking down into the woman's tempting doe eyes. Like hell he'd believe the words that came out of the woman's mouth. She was fucking insane, knowing Dallas she was probably trying to get into his head. "Don't go acting all virgin mary and shit on me. Nuns kinda turn me off." A sly smirk stretched across his facial features as he leaned down and brought his lips to the woman's own, providing her with a deepened kiss if only to further enhance whatever lustful snare they insisted on entrapping the other in.
A dark tone of laughter came from the man soon after, "You may not have noticed, but I am a man. And I will behave as all real men do, I fucking love sex. It's an addiction, and I'm not ashamed of it." A slight hum of pleasure came from his side as he felt the woman's lips against the delicate skin of his neck. However, it was thin that his sly grin only increased. "Oh trust me baby, I know who you are, what you are, and how you do. You're a fucking mess, almost makes me feel like I'm playing with death. Haven't had this much fun in years." He spoke quietly, before rolling his eyes at the woman's statement.
Without waiting a moment more he wrapped his arms around the woman's waist and hefted her over his shoulder quite easily. "You expect me to trust when I don't even trust myself? Dallas, please." He snorted as he made a point of acting as though he was going to drop the woman before actually lowering her down onto the nearest couch, his own frame hovering above her own. "We'd be fools to trust one another...you know that. If you keep trying to dig for fool's gold within my life, I can and will kill you, Dallas. I don't particularly fancy those who snoop, only a damn ten year old should do that kind of shit. I like to leave my skeletons in the closet, where they belong." His mouth was mere inches from the woman's own, that is before he kissed her just so that she wouldn't feel compelled to say something stupid right after her speech. "Let sleeping dogs lie, Dallas. Before you end up getting hurt." It was a moment of minimum concern for the woman, but hey he couldn't have his favorite fuckbuddy dying on him right? |
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on May 12, 2015 4:54:02 GMT
back away
from the water babe
you might drown
Whatever feeling he’d originally provoked vanished in an instant as she peered into his eyes. A sliver of her wanted him to believe her, to be able to curl the man around her finger with so little as a wayward look; to be able to turn him into the little toy she so desperately wished he’d be. But then again, what fun would that have been? To an extent it would provide her with great entertainment but perhaps her interest was derived from the utter spontaneity, the rebellion, the challenge. If she squashed those qualities of him what would the difference be between him and one of her usual puppets? The words that left his lips caused a laugh to pass her delicate features, if only briefly. He was good, this one, and how beautiful it was to see a man still so emotionally detached. And that smirk? She both wanted to carve it off of him and kiss him for his crazy arrogance. Ultimately she decided on the latter, sinking into the kiss he offered without hesitation.
Like he often did, he had her attention. As he began to speak she lifted from his skin if only to watch that sexy grin slide across his face. She mimicked the expression with her own, although smaller, and increasing steadily. She thoroughly agreed with his statement but didn’t want to give him the pleasure of allowing him to know she did – the last thing the arrogant prick needed to know was that he was one of the best she’d ever had. He was confident that he had her figured out and she nearly broke out into another fit of laughter right then and there, but she didn’t have the chance.
She quickly felt herself being lifted and thrown over the man’s shoulder. Subconsciously she released a quiet squeal, being startled for that half a second before settling into it. Surely he didn’t have the guts to try and hurt her? She glanced around and searched for something to grab a hold of but found nothing besides his shirt. The woman gripped it especially tight as he threatened to drop her and her brow furrowed, “Goddamn it Asher if you drop me I swear to god I’ll-“, Despite her threat the glimmer of a playful and probably sadistic nature danced in her eye.
This was war he had started and she intended to finish it her way. The challenge alone had her grinning from ear to ear as she was dropped onto her back. He had her full focus now as he loomed over her, her pulse loud in her veins. She watched him intently with an almost baiting expression and upon the man’s own threat, drew her tongue over her lips. There seemed to be a certain seriousness to his words yet she couldn’t have found the situation any more entertaining or attractive for that matter. Within seconds the manipulator lifted a shadow over the rooms light sources and watched with satisfaction as the lights dimmed significantly. It was on.
Any form of reply was, as anticipated, sealed off with a kiss. She laid her palms against the man’s abs and a mischievous smirk surfaced from beneath the embrace but she had other plans. Parting ever so slightly the brunette trailed her lips upwards along his jawline and hovered beside his ear, her voice low. “I’m not the one you should be worried about.”
She lifted quickly and, using her body weight, shoved the man off the side of the couch but didn’t let him get far, for soon she’d taken her original place in his lap. The woman was not about to let him take charge and she attempted to prove it with a hand to his throat as she had what seemed like ages before. With another bright and cheeky grin she watched him with a tilt of her head. “How very cute. Asher Thomas, concerned for my safety?” She was clearly toying with him as she leaned her torso onto his and kissed him without bothering to remove her hand from his neck. Parting only inches, her eyes remained on his. “I don’t believe you have the balls,” She murmured, releasing her grasp now and smirking, “But I’ll promise you this… you convince me otherwise and I’ll back the fuck off. A win-win, don’t you think?”
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2015 5:33:05 GMT
The sudden gradual dimness of the atmosphere of the room did nothing but improve the man's mood, and his lust for the false night that had overcome the space. He was an arrogant son of a bitch, and nine times out of ten women did nothing but add to his ego.
He found great pleasure in partaking in the woman's mind games, although her lustful games were much more interesting, and were certain to keep his interest for longer than thirty minutes. Probably. Asher only lightly tensed as the woman's hands came into contact with his abdomen, as though he was almost poised to brace himself for a fight. It was an odd reaction, something unlike him. Eyelids closed over his icy gaze as he felt the woman's soft lips trailing down his jaw, her breath tickling his skin as he listened to her words. "I never said shit about worrying about anyone." He growled, almost playfully in a entirely lustful-feisty Asher sort of way.
The slight comfort of his couch was soon gone as he found himself being pushed away, catching him off guard as he landed on the floor on his ass. "I see." He spoke quietly, only sick excited joy resting in the depths of his eyes as he felt the woman's hand around his jugular. Not once did fear strike his heart or land in his eyes. He allowed himself to lean back with the woman still upon his lap, his grin increasing with each moment.
It was becoming increasingly apparent that he was not the only one who wasn't the perfect picture of sane. "Oh, but on the contrary my sadistic she-bitch." He spoke quietly as he leaned up after the woman had removed her grip from around his neck. "I have more balls than you could ever hope to hold in those dainty little hands of yours." With that he reached forward and brought the woman closer to his own frame, wrapping her in a strong, embrace. "You like to bait me, to try and see how far you can push me, don't you? Don't get me wrong, it's a fun game. I like to watch that little brain of yours work to the point of exhaustion trying to understand me, to see the brief moment of disappointment in your eyes when I don't do what you expected me to do.." He breathed into her ear as he trailed kisses down the woman's neck all the way down to the base of her neck where her shoulder was located.
With gentle movements he moved aside the fabric that so delicately covered her shoulder, if only to sink his teeth into sensitive flesh of the woman's shoulder, biting her to prove a point. He wasn't afraid to hurt, wasn't afraid to draw blood from her as he was doing now. Before the woman could get a chance to shove him away, he gently brushed his lips against the fresh mark he had left on the woman's shoulder, as though sealing his statement with a kiss. He swiped his tongue over his mouth, caring not for the metallic taste of blood on his tongue. "You just can't predict what I'll do next, can you?" He smirked as he released his grip on the woman, not even feeling sorry for what he had done.
Although since when did he even feel sorry? Hardly ever, probably never. "You really know how to set the mood, don't you?" He grumbled, indicating that his attention had been baited and caught in terms of his lustful desires when it came towards the not so stable woman. "Perhaps if you behave for just one moment, I can make you forget about the throbbing pain in that shoulder of yours." He snorted, half believing the woman would prove to be a pain his as just as she always did. |
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on May 12, 2015 22:29:37 GMT
back away
from the water babe
you might drown
She was having the time of her life. The man was like her very own amusement park, at least in the current moment, and she was thoroughly enjoying every little nuance of his unpredictable self. Although it was equally as disturbing, however. She was a monster that thrived on patterns and schedules, routine behaviors and habits. None of which he possessed. He was her own unexplained addiction and she was quickly settling to the idea of keeping the little shit of a man around if only to provide her with what she had trouble finding in other men. But as for sharing her new found addiction? As she ‘pinned’ the man beneath her slender form she came to the slow realization that she might even be against the idea. He was her source of entertainment, her toy, and in her mind she was the only one that could properly deserve what he had to offer. She’d always been a selfish woman at heart.
The woman settled easily into her place on his chiseled form and looked the definition of comfortable as she watched his every movement. She’d challenged him and now was all too eager to see the extent of his unorthodox tendencies. She was not a woman that had much concern for the concept of her life, and as far as she was concerned pain was only an opportunity to feel something besides emptiness or pleasure, therefore she had no qualms about setting ‘fires’.
She wasn’t however, pleased with the concept of being restrained, and tensed as the man wrapped himself around her. Vulnerability was not something that came naturally to her so she had all ideas to smack the male upside the head for the attempt. It was his voice that ultimately prevented her from doing so. As always the sly creature had her hanging onto every quiet word, and although his speech was little more than infuriating, her eyes closed over her dark irises. A chill found its way down her spine but she was far from relaxed as far as this man was concerned. “I’m glad I can be of some entertainment for you” She purred in an almost breathless manner. She was far from accepting of the man’s taunts but as for the moment he had her interested in his actions rather than words.
It seemed as though she could not escape the scars of war, however at least in this case the scars he left held some benefit. The gentle caress of his lips turned violent as pain ricocheted through her shoulder, instinctively causing her to flinch and release a breath of shock. She didn’t have to see the wound to know the little shit had broken her skin. Her brow furrowed briefly but ultimately she allowed him to leave his mark. She’d asked for it, after all, and with the adrenaline now flowing through her veins it was safe to say she was a bit excited. After all what was a good time without a little bloodshed?
“Just had to take your pound of flesh, huh?” Her eyes fluttered open as she was released and paid her new wound little regard. She had the pain tolerance of the average male and she wasn’t about to cry over a little spilled blood. “I suppose I can’t.” The woman chimed, lifting a finger to trace his jaw line. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t try. It’s who I am… It’s what I do.” The woman raised an eyebrow at him before pulling him into a kiss, tasting the faint traces of her own blood on his lips and scowling at it. She’d never particularly liked the metallic liquid, even though she often found herself coming in contact with it anyways. “I don’t have to predict what you’re going to do to watch that pretty temper of yours flare with every little sentence.”
Blood pulsed in her skull and brought with it the pain of her migraine, which continued to grow with each of the man’s jeers. Luckily she had a bit of distraction. “I have all the patience in the world for a stubborn ass such as yourself. Don’t worry yourself over that, hun.” She flashed her teeth in a smile and twirled the man’s shirt with a finger before pressing herself against him again and setting her lips upon his neck. “But there’s another thing that I won’t do, and that’s behave. What are we, in kindergarten? You going to go put me in time out?” She rolled her eyes and her nose wrinkled in a light tease. “The pain can be ignored but I can’t say the same about the other feelings crowding around in my skull at the moment. Why don’t you be a doll and give me a hand?”
notes; if you can't figure out what to do with this we can end it LOL I'msosorrygoodlordDallas |
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2015 23:16:02 GMT
Was it really all that surprising that he wasn't kidding? He wouldn't hold back bring harm to any individual, outside the likes of his sister. Maybe. Adrenaline coursed through is veins at full capacity and more at the thrill of bringing pain to the woman's own flesh, much to her shock apparently. "Oh, time of my life actually." He spoke, almost a purr coming from his lips as he rested his forehead in the crook of the woman's neck, his breath warm upon her skin.
He was a freak of nature, something that was the result of mother nature fucking up. Being a melanistic lion who breathed fire was the least of the things that set him apart from everyone else within the world. "I own all of this, that, and well you get the idea I'm sure." The man spoke with a grin as he gestured to particular parts of the woman's body before drawing an invisible circle in the air, indicating that her entire body was his at least in his mind.
Icy eyes closed as he felt the woman's hand upon his jawline, that is before she insisted upon kissing him once more. The freest of drugs couldn't have tasted any more delectable at that moment. Whether it was the metallic taste in his mouth, or the adrenaline pumping in his veins, whatever it was it drove him up and over the edge. "Because you don't have anything better to do." He murmured as he kissed her slowly in turn multiple times before pulling back, his gaze searching her face. "That goes double for you, but I love it when you try to get so angry about certain things. It makes me crave you even more..." He whispered quietly, even though there was no one around to hear their conversation, not like he gave a damn anyway.
He vaguely listened to the woman's words, absent-mindedly pulling his shirt up and over his head and tossing it across the room. "If you have all the patience in the world, surely you'd be able to behave, hm? Damn you're such a fucking hypocrite, Dallas." He dragged his hands down his face, taking a deep breath before exhaling in frustration. "Hmm? Sorry I wasn't listening." Did his grin ever fade from his face? How did one tell if he was angry or sad? He was smiling wider now, however, because he was more than aware of what the woman had said. "Sure, I'll give you a hand with timeout, madame." He spoke as he slowly approached the woman, eager to plant another round of iron-flavored kisses upon the woman's lips.
Asher wasted no time in literally shoving the woman with his hands onto the carpeted floor just so that he could hover above her as he had done moments earlier. "I would say class is cancelled but.." He smirked as he took to trailing his hands underneath the woman's blouse as though it was the most normal thing in the world. "I think I'll teach you a thing or two before I'll let you go home.." He murmured quietly as he met the woman's gaze, before making a point of toying with the woman's blouse, seemingly annoyed by the fabric. It was then that he tugged on the fabric in a certain way, before he was finally satisfied with the sound of the threads of the fabric tearing and ripping, thus completely ruining the blouse. "I hope you didn't care too much for that one." He snorted, honestly not giving a single shit. Without uttering any more words, he trailed a line of kisses up the woman's abdomen to the base of her neck. "Time to rock your world like I do best." He grinned wildly, seemingly overtaken with an unmatchable joy, although a very sick sort of joy.
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