Cassia Alia Macario
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Post by Cassia Alia Macario on Apr 14, 2015 2:15:25 GMT
i smell sex and candy Who's that casting devious stares in my direction? Mama this surely is a dream. 
She felt consciousness slowly begin to return as she slowly opened her eyes, to the white lit room. She stretched leisurely, her arms reaching as her back arched off the bed, hands grasping the impressively soft sheets beneath her. She smiled a slow sleepy smile as she remembered where she was, nude curves hidden and covered only by the Egyptian cotton sheets that felt like silk, cool as water running over her skin. She turned turquoise blue eyes onto the man by her side as a wicked gleam filled her eyes. He slept soundly, her movement not having disturbed him in the least. Poor thing..I wore him out. Flashes of hot bodies colliding and dueling for power filled her mind and jump started her libido all over again. She reached for her cell and checked the time. It flashed on the display, 9:30 am and she smiled. There was more than enough time to give him a proper wake up call.
She rolled over in the sheets as she turned to face him, her fingers intrepidly, but tenderly exploring and resting on his exposed chest. His body was like that of a god's and she'd been more than satisfied in their discovery of each other's bodies. There wasn't an inch of his skin that she hadn't tasted, licked and explored and that memory alone had her licking her lips in anticipation and then she couldn't resist. She rolled her body on top of his, seating herself right where she belonged as she leaned down and tenderly pressed her lips to his in a teasing wake up call to the present. Besides, she was sure what she had to offer was better than anything in his dream world. Her hair cascaded down like a waterfall, creating a cocoon where it was only them and she closed her eyes and hummed her pleasure as she felt him stir to life. She smiled against his lips and then pulled back and rolled off the bed, taking the sheet with her as a wrapped toga.
Her hair had that mussed, sex look, her eyes the sated contentment as the Greek goddess padded across the room, throwing him a seductive smile over her shoulder as she bit her lip in enticement. "Morning there. I have work in a few hours. Gonna use your shower kay?" She winked and opened the door, letting the sheet drop in pure exhibition for the man on the bed. She turned and winked as she closed the door. She paused at the door and then cracked it open one more time, "Don't feel locked out. You can come in or whatever if you need to. I won't mind." She stepped back from the door this time and left it wide open as she stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water. The glass doors left nothing to be hidden and she didn't care. Hell. If he wanted to come in an join her, she wouldn't have protested. She stood under the hot water as it cascaded over her, her body relaxing under the scalding heat. Her hands moved up to her face and slicked back her hair, face upturned to the water, relishing the warmth and relaxation she felt seeping into her bones as the steam began to rise and fill the bathroom. She looked about and reached for his shampoo and lathered it up and worked through her hair. She purred at the smell, it smelled of him..and she let the lather run...everywhere. She sighed in contentment and then began to rinse, her hands washing and caressing every curve and crevice of her body. She wasn't ashamed of it, this body of hers, no she was more than confident and for some odd reason, she wanted this man, this shifter to want her, taste her, explore her.
Her stomach growled and she hissed. All their late night activities had worked up an appetite, but the meal she craved right now wasn't readily available. She sighed as she turned off the tap and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her as she exited into the bathroom, grabbing yet another towel which she began to towel dry her hair as she walked back into the room, her eyes looking to see where he had gone off too. "I hope you have food somewhere in this place because I could eat a whole man alive right about now." She teased with a predatory smile, but one that was touched with tenderness just for him. What was this between them? She had no clue, but she was more than willing to take her time figuring out just what this was. But first. Breakfast. She walked over to her side of the bed where her clothes had been strewn across the floor. She gathered her under garments and toweling off, let the towel drop as she shimmied back into her lace bra and underwear. Reaching for her black skinny jeans she slid into them with ease and slipped on her black tank.
She turned to focus on him with a smile. She hoped he'd enjoyed the show, but now was time to get moving. She wanted to eat breakfast with this man...she wanted to actually talk to him and that alone should have been a warning flag for her, but she brushed it aside. "So, can you cook? Or do I need to raid your fridge and take care of us both? But promise me at least that you have a decent coffee maker in this house..." she asked in a tease.
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Nicholas "Cole" Parker
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Post by Nicholas "Cole" Parker on Apr 15, 2015 19:25:32 GMT
It was fair to say he slept well that night. The combination of fatigue and pure content had settled over his limbs like a dead weight, pulling him deep into an empty unconsciousness. Any dreams that crept into his mind that night would be nonexistent or long forgotten by the time he woke; for any thoughts he conjured could not top that of the previous day, to what would inevitably meet him in the present. Which was why it was so entirely unusual when the man’s brain did jump start, flooding with thought all centered around the pleasure that a single touch provided. He felt himself being drug out of his stupor by the feeling, his body attempting to stir but finding it difficult to do so, which eventually prompted his eyes to flick open in a drowsy confusion. What met his eye caused that expression to fade rather quickly. A crooked grin stretched across his jaw, equal amounts of amusement and contentment dancing about in his eyes. There she was again in all her glory, but he didn’t have to see in order to confirm that she was entirely too perfect. His eyes closed at the thought, relishing in the warmth that encircled them as the final bits of fatigue made its exit. The man propped himself up onto his elbows as he noticed her form slip from him to head to the door, ice blue irises trailing after her every move expectantly. If he’d learned anything it’s that she knew how to put on a show so he waited, patience was a virtue after all, and he wasn’t soon disappointed. But then again, it appeared as if she would never be the type to disappoint. A chuckle rumbled in him briefly, more of a content little hum if anything, he was fully enthralled by anything and everything this woman had to offer and he’d be damned if he missed a second of it. He drug a hand over his jaw in contemplation, the scratch of stubble against his palm only made her statement all the more relevant. He eyed the door in which she disappeared but it wouldn’t take him long or very much persuasion to make his choice. Time for a shave or various other things? He certainly thought so. Emerging from the bathroom a good deal later he slicked back his damp hair with a hand and headed towards the walk-in closet, skimming through the choices of expensive suits and the like, before ultimately settling on one in particular. He was long overdue for work but better late than never, right? He easily threw the button-down shirt over his muscled form and secured it, slipping into his boxers and dress pants, before grabbing the suit jacket and tie and heading back into the bedroom. He caught sight of the last of her little performance, the corners of his lips twitching downwards in slight disappointment. Laying his jacket on the bed he turned to watch her as he took his time in fixing his shirt collar, he was by no means ready for this little interaction to end but it appeared as if that was how it was going to go. A woman like her had… choices, responsibilities, not to be settled by any meaning of the term and the thought had him at the ultimate question – Why did he care? Her voice brought him back into the present to notice he’d finished his task and held the fabric loosely. He flicked his attention over to the woman now, hand falling to grab his jacket and tie with a smirk. ”Of course I know how to cook.” He snorted with amusement, both from the idea that he didn’t and the topic at hand, quite honestly it was bizarre to be holding such a civilized conversation after the nights events. ”I’m still alive aren’t I?” By some stroke of luck, yes, he was very much alive…and thriving, at the moment. He draped his jacket over his shoulder and made way for the door, flashing his teeth playfully at her. ”I think you underestimate me, Cass, I'm a man of many talents.”
The house was as elaborate as it was massive in size, sparing no expense for the ultimate goal of comfort. It was not rocket science that he had a fair amount of money and most women would have clued onto that fact by this point; clinging onto him like some sort of life line. He could nearly scowl at the thought as he made his way down the staircase towards the kitchen. This woman, Cass had not yet made any indication of being anything close to the average but even if she did, at least she had something to offer in return. Multiple somethings, if the vivid memories served him correctly. A smirk played at his features as he strolled into the kitchen and set the coffee maker to start its brew. It was only now he turned to face the entrance, having expected her to follow, and leaned back against the counter. ”What would you like?” He raised an eyebrow curiously “Anything in particular striking your fancy this morning or should I just improvise?” |
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Post by Cassia Alia Macario on Apr 26, 2015 21:26:38 GMT
i smell sex and candy Who's that casting devious stares in my direction? Mama this surely is a dream.
”I think you underestimate me, Cass, I'm a man of many talents.”
Oh she knew he was a man of many talents. Talents that had made her scream in pleasure, but she have given as good as she'd gotten. To say that last night had been pleasurable was the understatement of the year - not that she'd tell him that. Granted, she was a very black and white kind of individual, always stating what she thought and ruthlessly pursuing everything she desired, but even she knew not to let matters of the heart rest on the proverbial sleeve. She she tried to shrug off the desire, the longing to grab his freshly tied tie and pulling him back into bed. She wanted this man and she couldn't say why. She was a powerful Chimera. A creature of legendary glory and power. Her human form left nothing to be desired and she'd grown up getting whatever she wanted. Nothing was ever denied her because she simply didn't take "no" for an answer. Some might say she was spoiled or a brat, but then they didn't know her at all then.
She wasn't unrealistic when it came to her wants and desires and though she acknowledge she had the tendency to be selfish, but she had the heart of a lion when it came to defending those she cared about...it was just that she kept that circle very, very small. Being a monster meant there wasn't much room for sympathy and compassion in her world. In her world it was the strong and the fierce that lived to see another day and she was just that. So what the hell where these tender emotions she was having for this shifter. God. If her parents knew she was starting to have feelings for a measly shifter they'd kill him and waste no time in disciplining her. She felt a growl forming at the thought of someone trying to take Cole from her or worse harming him and it both startled and scared her. She plastered a smile onto her face as she turned to face him. She refused to let anything tarnish this brief moment of normalcy she was having...talking about breakfast and following him through the house. She took in his home for the first time. Their arrival in the night had been all hot hands and a rapid climb up the stairs to the master bedroom. Now in the daylight she was able to see the cushy lifestyle Cole led. He must be doing something right in his career. She took in the sights, everything was very modern and clean...very Cole.
The man was always dressed to the nines it seemed as she casually observed his tight ass in the fitted dress pants that he wore. She envied the court clerks who got to observe that all day and she felt a possessive rumble forming in her chest at the thought of other women even ogling him. Get a grip Cass. It was a good screw nothing more, nothing less...right? He asked her about breakfast as he waltzed into the modern kitchen, state of the art and she drooled in envy. This was a kitchen she could work magic in and she threw a dubious glance in his direction when he addressed her.
"Anything in particular striking your fancy this morning or should I just improvise?”
He was really going to try and cook for her and that she found hard to believe. It was hard to reconcile this lawyer big-shot whipping her up an omelet. He smelled of lies and she was going to call him out on it. She sauntered over to him, eyes solely fixated on him alone. It was the stare of a predator that froze its prey in place as she drew closer waiting to trigger his base instincts of fight or flight. Oh, she'd take more than enough pleasure in hunting him down if he ran, but if last night was an indication of his personality he could tussle and my but she liked resistance. She pulled his tie so he was flush against her. She felt his firm length against her and couldn't resist rubbing her body sensually against his as she teased him with her body and her words, her voice coming out low and sultry, "I think you're full of shit Cole Parker. I don't think you could make an omelet to save your life...and no cereal and toast doesn't count." She sniffed him, his male musk combined with his aftershave was a heady thing and she allowed herself to relish in it, satisfied as she scented herself on his skin. Mine. She thought with a low growl and opened her eyes to stare up intensely into his. "Though, I must say I'm very eager to call you out on this bluff. Improvise something. Not toast. Not cereal. And I swear if you put a banana or a grapefruit in front of me I'll make you my morning meal." She flashed pointed canines in a promise. She would be more than satisfied to go another round on him. She licked her lips, her thoughts going rampant and eager of feasting on his flesh, licking and touching every crevice of his toned and muscled body. She scented her own arousal, but she wasn't embarrassed in the slightest. What shame was there in desiring this man and his body?
She suddenly pulled back from him and hopped up onto his granite counter in a seamless motion, sitting as casual as ever her eyes twinkling in mirth and her mouth turned up in a smirk. She was being a tease right now and she knew it, but hey not everything was for free these days. You had to do a little bit of work. Like make her breakfast. "Mmm. So hop to it lover boy. Make me something divine or let me feast on your flesh." Oh and she would enjoy licking and tasting every inch of him if he failed....and she was hoping he was just blowing hot air in bravado. She leaned forward, resting her hands palms down on the counter, legs spread to the side as she looked expectantly at him. "Impress me with your skills, oh mighty Cole... She laughed loving this teasing game and loving the way she felt right now. If only this was a daily morning ritual...she squashed that thought and maintained her smirk...she had to keep this impersonal. This was just a good fuck and maybe a morning quickie if she played her cards right...it wouldn't do either of them any favors to make this something more than that...surely...
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Nicholas "Cole" Parker
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Post by Nicholas "Cole" Parker on May 1, 2015 6:02:56 GMT
Theoretically he shouldn’t have had to lift a finger. His life had been a series of hand-outs with caretakers and chefs that catered to his every need, want and desire. Anything, within reason, had been made readily available to him. So it wasn’t much of a shock when that had transferred easily into his adulthood. The majority of the time he strolled around with that mindset, he sure as hell had the money for it. He’d be damned if he cleaned his own house, did his own taxes or walked his own dogs, but as for making the meals? He wasn’t a complete brat, although most wouldn’t believe so. He could sense her skepticism a mile away. He was an especially driven and competitive man nonetheless and her tease was perceived as nothing more than a challenge… which of course he was more than happy to take part in. A cocky smirk pulled at his features as she grew near and took hold of his tie. He welcomed the warmth between them and his instincts flared briefly, especially so with her hands so close to what could inevitably be his noose. He was positive by this point that she would not hesitate in eating him alive if she so chose and he was certainly not about to underestimate her strength. Though it didn’t take long for him to put his mind to rest as his lust quickly hopped aboard, which only sounded in a low rumble of laughter…Or was it a purr? ”I’m offended.” Of course it would be all that more entertaining when he proved her wrong. Though the look in her eye caused him to debate on whether or not that would be the proper decision in this scenario. What he wouldn’t give to ditch work just to spend another moment with the captivating woman. If all he had to lie and pretend he was useless in the kitchen…well…The idea was tempting. Cole studied her closely through steady and icy blue irises, all the while vividly aware of his change in pulse from her voice alone. All good things must come to an end He reminded himself, though that didn’t stop his grin from rising as she took seat on the counter. Even he had to admit she looked right at home perched on the granite surface. ”A man’s got to eat.” He insisted in response to her jeer and matching the playful tone with one of his own, ”There you go underestimating me again. But I have yet to disappoint.”
The challenge was ever present and even more so was the desire to impress her…among other things. For now he’d have to settle with making her breakfast. He strode forwards easily towards the counter with several purposes in mind. Pausing in front of the woman he laid a hand on the dark wooden cabinet behind her and leaned to eyelevel. It seemed the tables had turned now as he hovered inches from her lips but refused to touch. He silently studied her features from the close distance and took in her scent, thoroughly enjoying her proximity. It seemed like centuries had passed though chances were it was all in his mind before he shifted, setting his spare hand under her chin as he delicately allowed his lips to touch hers. He quickly parted again so as not to distract from the task at hand, flashing his teeth in a brilliant grin. ”Mmm, you’re cute, but you’re in the way.” As if to prove his innocent intentions he reached into the cabinet above her head and removed a bowl from it. Though before he could turn to leave a nudge at his side caused his head to turn with a bit of shock – he’d not even heard the two massive and contrasting dogs trot into the kitchen and take their place at his side. He greeted the animals with a pat on the head as he reluctantly parted from the woman now, finding it as good as a time as any. He moved to the other side of the room and was closely followed by lighter of the two animals, meanwhile the black and tan found interest in sniffing the woman’s toned calf. ”So you get to meet my ‘kids’,” Cole introduced them in a scoff while rummaging around in the fridge for eggs. ”Maddox and Nero.” He quickly and easily set about the meal, cracking several eggs in a bowl and stirring them lightly while taking a moment to glance back at the woman. ”Don’t get too attached their walker will be here before long..” His voice trailed as he noticed the Rottweiler had taken a particular fondness to the dark haired woman and had propped his massive paws up onto her lap. The man’s head tilted slightly and he smirked as he briefly watched the scene – it would have been a whole lot easier to cook if she was able to stop being gorgeous for more than a minute. But it seemed as if distraction came with the territory so he took it in stride, although, he could hardly be blamed if it took him twice as long to make food at this point. The man released a long and nearly inaudible breath as he returned to the stove and threw the eggs in a pan, the near disappointment taking hold and settling on him. ”Looks as though Nero’s already gotten himself attached.” |
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Cassia Alia Macario
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Post by Cassia Alia Macario on May 10, 2015 21:56:42 GMT
i smell sex and candy Who's that casting devious stares in my direction? Mama this surely is a dream.
”There you go underestimating me again. But I have yet to disappoint.” She was not going to give him the satisfaction of being that overly cocky. She couldn't appear to be too invested into this man...that would never do, too seem more interested than said partner. She didn't do clingy and needy and she had a feeling she wouldn't be the only woman to warm his bed this month. That thought alone almost expressed itself into a snarl, but she smiled instead maintaining her facade of detached playfulness as she watched hims talk across the kitchen. She quirked her eyebrow in question, trying to discern his intentions as he drew closer. She was the picture of relaxation, but her body was ever ready, ever poised to strike fast and while she had jumped this shifter's bones he was still a wild card. It was an interesting combination, the threat of both violence and seduction combined, for that was what he was. He had abilities not too unlike her own, but there was mutual attraction here that overrode her more aggressive and violent nature that on any other would have put said male, literally, on the menu. Why was he so different? Why was she more focused on the pleasures of the body, than the temptation of the thrill of a kill. She pondered this silently with an amused look on her face as he drew ever closer and then paused in front of her. She saw the glint of acceptance for her challenge in his gaze and her smirk became even larger. She almost sighed in disappointment seeing his acceptance because she had the sneaky suspicion he wasn't a complete disaster in the kitchen. She was out the quickie it looked and she almost pouted, when he stopped into her personal space. She didn't flinch, she didn't scare easily as she allowed the heat of his body to seep into hers again.
She saw his game as he teased her with his proximity, but she refused to beg for scraps. She felt her own heart rate accelerate at his nearness. His proximity nearly overcame her senses and she had to stop herself from leaning forward, snarling and claiming him right there on the kitchen floor, but that would seem to eager...She stilled, her body tingling and on overdrive with awareness as she allowed his hand to raise to raise to her chin and gently pressed his lips to her. It tasted of desire and a shocking tenderness...and then he pulled back and told her she was in the way.
She rolled her eyes and tilted her head so he could grab what he needed. Typical man, but at least she could handle what he was dishing. She felt slight confusion on the inside, he was hot and cold, but then again she was giving him just as much in mixed signals. Her brain was starting to hurt and so she resorted to the care-free, i-don't-care-long-as-we-have-fun personality. It was a cop out to say the least, but hey the familiar had gotten her through a lot and it would carry her past today...past Cole Parker. She watched then with a mock look of shock on her face as he began to throw things into the skillet. She smelled the entrance of two canines and smiled at them, her eye brightening.
Maddox and Nero were adorable, but it was definitely Nero who instantly won her heart as he leaped onto his hind legs and planted his front half into her lap. She cooed over the dog, taking his head affectionately in her hands, rubbing behind his ears and kissing his head. "Poor Nero.. Daddy's too much of a pussy to walk his own dogs. What a shame. I hate to see him with my kids," She teased as she continued to love on the dog, "I think I may need to rescue you from him and you can play with my babies..." She cooed to the rottweiler. She planted another kiss on the dogs head, not minding the doggies kisses in the least. She had three dobermans of her own, having a love for the protective breeds of canines. She smiled at Cole's words, ”Looks as though Nero’s already gotten himself attached.” If only the owner was just as attached...she mused inwardly, but decided to distract herself with the dog in her lap. She rubbed Nero's head again and then allowed the pup to slide back to the ground as she eased off the counter top and stalked over to Cole's side, inspecting the contents in the skillet with a dubious look.
"Hmm. Eggs. You sure you don't want to admit defeat now and surrender this task to my hands?" She held up both hands and wiggled her fingers in his face and laughed before pulling back. She couldn't think straight when he was in her space. She paced over to the fridge and examined the contents, her eyes lighting up with recognition when she found what she was looking for. She grabbed the orange juice and then pulled back to walk over to the rabbinate grabbing two glasses. She hummed slightly, unconcerned about anything or anyone right now as she poured the drinks, her barista skills showcased at their finest, as she reached over with another hand and grabbed two plates. She made herself right at home, having no fear in Cole's domain. Besides, if he wanted to challenge her she'd accept that task with relish.
She rummaged through drawers until she found the utensils and set them out besides the plates. She bent and gave Nero another kiss on his head, when she passed the dog and turned to see how Cole was fairing. Her senses told her that this breakfast meal was going to be quite yummy, too bad, it didn't look like she'd be getting her side of Cole this morn. She leaned back against the counter and crossed her arms as she studied him at the stove. What the hell am I doing here? She thought as she watched the subtle gracefulness in his body, she knew the body underneath that suit and she licked her lips at the memory. Once should have been enough, but she knew right now that this one interlude was not going to be enough. Her hunger hadn't been satisfied....it had been magnified, but she was too curious and too hungry to just grab her stuff and walk out the door. "How's it going over ther Paula Dean?", she taunted as she watched him move. Damn. She was mad that he knew how to cook, oh and he was going to rub it in too. Arrogant prick. Oddly, enough that didn't bother her. She could be just as bad and the fact that he wasn't running away or pushing her out the door gave her hope...for what she didn't know.
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Post by Nicholas "Cole" Parker on May 28, 2015 20:02:50 GMT
The man snorted lightly at the jab to his pride and watched through icy eyes as Nero soaked in the love he was offered. The dog seemed as fully enthralled in the woman as she was with him, his hind end waggling with pure joy. The interaction between the two put a smile on Cole’s face, even he could admit they made a beautiful pair but he was a prideful man and he was not about to let her jeer go unnoticed. He leaned back against the counters surface and let the eggs settle in the pan for a bit, absently watching the steam rise to the ceiling. “Pussy is a bit harsh.” The man glanced at her and flashed a brilliant and teasing grin. He became aware of Maddox’s presence hovering by his leg and he sidestepped away from the animal, reluctant to get white dog hair all over his work pants, but he did bend and give him a pat. “I’m a busy man Cass. Clients to see, people to please, lives to ruin. You know, the regular hero business.” He briefly glanced down at the stove and laughed from his own little joke. “Now, I could spend my mornings walking the dogs. Theoretically I could, yes. But then… that would be time taken away from other more enjoyable things. ” She was still there for a reason, and although he was not positive as to why he did have a fairly good idea, so why wouldn’t he use it to his benefit? He smirked at her as she stepped into his space and felt his pulse quicken with the adrenaline of having something so tempting within reach. The woman was like some sort of drug that he’d only just begun to discover. Each moment that quickly faded was one moment closer to the point in which she’d have to leave, and each glance sent her way only reminded him of that. He wasn’t ready for that moment. Who was to say she wouldn’t end up in some other man’s presence? He knew how this game worked and that just wouldn’t do, he had to leave his mark. In time of course. She was not someone he was just willing to let waltz out of his life. Though he was happy when she removed herself from his proximity, the eggs he cooked had begun to brown from sitting for too long. He quickly tossed in some ham and cheese and flipped the food into an omelet before the woman had another chance to taunt his abilities. There was one thing he would not let her do and that was see him fail. The dogs and Cass’ movements soon faded into the background as he appeared to focus on the meal, prodding at it with a spatula, but the only thing that truly lingered on his mind were the previous night’s events. The memories were vivid and a certain light came to his eye upon pondering, of what had and had yet to happen. His mind swirled with possibilities for the near future, particularly those that included the dining room table or the counter top but ah… he was getting ahead of himself. He was naturally a confident man but being close to her just filled him with something so much greater. Cole blinked and shifted to watch her, something breaking him out of his stupor; perhaps her nearness or the sound of her voice. Had she been saying something? He wasn’t at all surprised to figure it was another one of her taunts. He moved the skillet off of the burner and rolled his eyes, silent as he stripped off his suit jacket draped it lightly over a nearby chair. “How about I let you tell me?” The man smirked and glanced back at her. “My word would mean nothing against yours, after all you’re the one I’m tryin’ to please here.” His grin widened but lasted only seconds as he paced towards the woman. The kitchen smelled of the meal he had prepared but his hunger could wait.
“I guess I should be offended; being judged for my cooking skills.” He had reached her now at the countertop and paused inches away, blue irises focusing on her steadily. “The truth is, you’re right. I don’t cook. Hell, I don’t even know what half this shit is. But there is one thing I know how to cook and that’s an omelet.” His expression seemed to hover somewhere between baiting and amusement, a smirk playing at his lips. “Looks like you caught me…in a manner of speaking.” |
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Post by Cassia Alia Macario on Jun 17, 2015 1:01:49 GMT
i smell sex and candy Who's that casting devious stares in my direction? Mama this surely is a dream.
”Looks like you caught me…in a manner of speaking.”
She smiled a slow smile, the kind of smile that slowly pulls the features and draws the eyes, the kind that certainly tastes of the cat who ate the canary. She had him. She leaned over the omelet and smelled the concoction and looked up with an arched eyebrow in mocking question. She grabbed one of the forks she'd gotten out and cut into the meal with the side of the utensil, only to then spear it and bring it back to her mouth. Her lips closed around the fork, her tongue tasted every nuance of the dish, from the vegetable to the browned eggs. She swallowed and put the fork down with a pondering expression. "Well. This isn't the worst, but not quite five-star quality. Tastes like you were distracted...and I think you should have added some sausage..for a bit of a bite of flavor." She lifted her right pointer finger to her lips and licked off some of the residue from the meal. "Pity. Looks like you only made enough for one. Didn't work up enough of an appetite?" She asked in a voice husky in warning.
She was ravenous and it wasn't for damn eggs and vegetables. She had made a brilliant showing of being carefree and playful, but damn it all - it wasn't enough. Last night hadn't been enough. This morning getting ready hadn't been enough. She didn't want to just be another notch in his belt or that "fun time" way back when. No. She wanted to be the woman that he compared all others to. She wanted to be his standard, the woman he measured all others up to and yet those others would still be found lacking. She was frustrated. Frustrated with pretending to not care, with playing it cool. She wanted him and she wanted him now. Her seductive smile slowly morphed into something much more dangerous and predatory in nature. If he wasn't going to make the move, then she sure as hell was going to. She slowly pushed off the counter top she'd been leaning on and began to circle him, eying him like a prized piece of prime cut meat. Her eyes communicated her hunger and her confidence. She could bag him, tag him and take him alive and that was just what she planned on doing.
Azure blue eyes took him in from tip to toe, taking in every detail about him and plotting what she wanted to taste first. Her claws extended briefly, dragon-like talons, her eyes flashing a reptilian yellow before she reined in her obvious passion. She never lost control like that, but this man, this shifter drove her to distraction and her worked up into such a frenzy. There would be nothing gentle about this encounter and if he couldn't play rough, he'd end up as her true meal, but god she hoped he didn't let her rip him into shreds. Her true form liked this shifter man, but it also would never surrender to a weaker being. She needed him now, rough and hard. Wanting him was like an itch, that once scratched couldn't seem to ever be left alone and it was driving her insane. She recomposed herself, features totally platonic and safe except for the desperate hunger in her eyes.
"You cook like shit Cole. You only made enough for one, meaning that last night I obviously didn't do my job right. She paused her circling and looked at him with clarity. "You can give that omelet to the dogs. Right now all I want is you. Now. You can come peaceably or run. I do enjoy a good chase." She smiled her predator smile and waited. She grabbed his tie and pulled him against her, showing just a portion of her strength. When it came to strength and power, the fable species had that in spades, but maybe just maybe, this wasn't about dominating someone...no for once, Cassia Macario from South America, simply wanted and lusted after this man with such a passion.
She'd spent years taking care of herself, doing things on her own terms, why would her love life be the exception, but that was until this man had walked into her bar and all but literally swept her off her feet. She knew she could never control his actions and she didn't want too, but she would forever live in regret and "what-if's" if she let herself just walk out of these doors without at least demonstrating how much she wanted, lusted and desired this man. She knew this might be more than lust and it scared her to a degree, but she was too blinded by this man's brilliance to even care. If today was all they had, she was going to make it a day to remember.
She looked down at the tie in her hand. She smelled the air, her senses filled with him and it was a heady concoction that wrapped her up even more deeply into the spell he was weaving over her - and he had no idea. This was madness, this was crazy. She bit her bottom lip as her fingers played over the designs of his tie. She couldn't look up. For all of the boldness she just exhibited, she knew it took two to tango. He could push her away and she'd let it be. She'd let this go, but everything within her was screaming to draw closer to feel his skin against hers. She slowly looked up into his eyes, hoping that the desperate ache she was feeling in the inside of her chest wasn't expressed within her eyes. Her kind didn't get seriously involved with others, but this...this tasted of something more...something serious but maybe this wasn't that for him and she needed to know that now.
"Don't go in today." She stated simply, her words though simple were heavy with promise.
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Nicholas "Cole" Parker
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Post by Nicholas "Cole" Parker on Jun 27, 2015 20:43:33 GMT
The man patiently waited for her verdict, wanting it all to mean something, whether he was consciously aware of it or not. But even after her disapproval his over-inflated pride was not knocked. In fact he was rather amused, yet again, that she was calling him out. Perhaps he should have been disappointed in the woman’s critique, hurt even, but the only thing that surfaced in the man was a chuckle. It was all in light hearted fun in his mind, he loved every second of her jabs, despite his more common impulse to be the best at everything he got his hands on. Cooking would, unfortunately, never be one of those things. He knew it and now she did as well. Regardless he loved the challenge she had presented him, loved the concept of being able to please her in any way he could. All this meant now is that he would just have to make up for his sub-par performance in other ways. Knowing this, combined with the fire dancing in the woman’s eyes, sent a smirk crawling onto his features. She was not entirely wrong, however, he would admit to being distracted. And could he really be blamed? With the woman of a lifetime prancing about and baiting his every move, taunting him, and dragging him deep into this lust; it was not a wonder he couldn’t focus. Not on the work he had prepared for the day, the dogs by their feet, nor the food in front of him, simply and only on her. Just as she was, at this moment, on him. Her threat hung in the air and sent adrenaline coursing throughout his veins that could only be contributed to a primitive and predatory longing. He allowed her to circle him, remaining silent and poised. Eyes trained on her every move, though beneath a cool demeanor an animal stirred. He was being stalked, studied, and reduced to a lump of flesh. This was surprisingly disappointing, even despite his attraction to her at that very moment. His jaguar stifled a low hiss that only surfaced as a twitch of his lip. He refused to be seen as her next meal…he was more than that. Like a dog on a chain the man was pulled into her space yet again, caught by the leash that was his tie. Feline impulses immediately came into play and a hand lashed out, fingers surrounding the tender wrist that bound him. His grip on the fable was loose, hardly intimidating in itself but the faint glint in his eye got his point across as he studied her. If he was going to play hardball then there needed to be ground rules; he’d be damned before he became anyone’s chew toy. Even with his ruffled instinct though he loved her boldness, the banter, and the threats. There wasn’t much that could dissuade him from staying with her as long as he could, and he wasn’t about to ruin whatever it was they had growing. Everything about this woman was stunning, but especially so now, peering down at features that held a nearly insecure look, one that refused to look him in the eye. He could feel his heartbeat quicken with the light pressure on his tie, although only truly caring for the potential. He wished to go back, the predator in him longing to feel her raging pulse thrumming beneath velvet skin, to manipulate her hearts rhythm with each calculated stroke of his hand. It was in his feline nature to toy with his food and it was dangerous high, one he was not used to or ready to come down off of. The man, although silent, felt his grip on the woman’s wrist lessen as fingertips eventually followed the tie’s fabric upwards to settle on its knot. He straightened it to its proper place, delicately tugging the cloth from Cass’ hand in the process. For a moment it was as if the man was debating his options, work was important, after all, but when it came between work and her there was no competition. “I don’t run…especially not from the likes of you.” He snorted, slowly and absent-mindedly pulling at the ties knot, blue irises trained on her as it unwound and eventually slid into his hand. The satin-like fabric was cool against his skin as he allowed it to slip through his fingers, not bothering with words, simply letting the tie answer for him as it fell to the counter-top. He would be crazy to walk away from her, not mention her endearing lust for him, which he would enjoy using to his advantage. There was many a thing he could do with a woman wrapped around his finger and the thought had him smiling. Now he just had to figure out how to keep her there. Strong arms surrounded her waist in order to set her back on the counter she’d left not five minutes before. If she wanted him, then he was more than happy to oblige, then and there. He took his place in front of her and pulled her to him, close enough to feel the heat between their bodies that grew with every passing second. Or was that just him? The woman’s proximity was already driving him crazy and he’d barely even touched her. His lips found hers gently while his fingers seemingly took on a mind of their own, sliding over her jeans that he’d already gone about removing once (by this rate it probably would have made more sense for her just to keep them off). The feeling of déjà vu was a strong one as memories of the night and mornings events flashed through his head on a loop, only increasing his drive for her even further. He longed to go about them again, today, tomorrow, for eternity if need be. She was something rare that needed to be protected, if only for the way she made him feel, and he was not ready for his time with her to be over. But luckily at this moment, it didn’t have to be. TAG: Cassia Alia Macario
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NOTES: spent way too long on this and it's still crap. sorry -.-
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