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| Dylan Curtis | May 4 2009, 08:00 PM Post #1 |
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Tristan had left for work just a few hours before Dylan had woken from a deep sleep from the night before. Now it was time to do laundry, a part of any day that Dylan dreaded more than anything. Since moving in with Tristan, she had been forced to do double the work because of his lazy ass. Sighing, Dylan carried the hunter green basket on one of her hips as she made her way through the small apartment, collecting articles of clothing that were strewn about all over. Once she had everything tossed into the laundry basket, she returned to the bedroom she shared with Tristan to empty the hamper into the basket as well. Dylan then tossed laundry detergent and a box of dryer sheets on top before making her way from her apartment. Dylan kicked the door shut with the back of her foot and tossed the keys on top of the load of laundry. It didn't take Dylan long to make her way down the three flights of stairs to the basement where all the machines were located. After sliding the basket on top of one of the washing machines, Dylan put her quarters in the machine and then started loading the whites inside first. Without even thinking twice about it, Dylan removed her shirt and jeans then tossed them inside another washer along with all her colors. People hardly ever came down here anyways and if they did, who cares, it wasn't like someone was going to rape her. |
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| Benjamin Hargrave | May 4 2009, 08:21 PM Post #2 |
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Benajmin had spent the entire night chasing after a Lycan that was ravaging the city for a few days straight. The man who hired him had paid a pretty penny for him to be killed and Benjamin could only assume that the Lycan had either killed a relative or was a relative. When Benjamin was told to retrieve the locket draped around the beast's body he was certain of either of those two options. Although, he did have a little doubt, there were plenty of fake mercenaries around here now. Benjamin was regarded as the best and he knew that, though he tried to live a simple life. With no sleep at all, and having fed in the early parts of the morning he had gathered up the laundry that had accumlated over the weeks and tossed it into the laundry basket he had. Most of his clothing was burned with the bodies he killed, who washed bloody clothing all the time? That'd be way too suspicious. When he had a large pile of clothing he made his way down the steps and then into the basement. His highly sensative eyes had immediately stopped his neighbor, Dylan Curtis, across the room almost naked and he cleared his throat. Benjamin had been known as a ladies man. He could come home with a different woman when he wasn't working and he was sure that his neighbors knew that sometimes. Although, Benjamin was a nice guy when you really got down to it. He respected the woman he brought up, he just never thought anything would work between them, and nights didn't always result in sex. That was just a nice ending, sometimes he just talked with the woman he brought home. Benjamin could also be a jackass though, as most vampires were sometimes, and decided that getting attached was the wrong decision. Benjamin was wearing wearing a pair of black basketball shorts that were a tad too big for him and hung loosely on his hips and his boxers were showing above the shorts. Benjamin had no shirt on and his flawless torso was shown, which was covered in a mass of detailed works of art. He had a pair of tunnel gauges in and a black, metal lip ring that was extremely cold to the touch due to his icy temperature. He had a navy banadana on with a black beanie over it, the banadana barely showing and a pair of dark, Aviator sunglasses propped up on his head. It was his typical attire when he was just lounging around. After making his way over to an open machine he opened the top and began to place his laundry in. He never sorted it, what did it matter? When he put the detergent in and then inserted the coins and listened to it rumble quietly he turned around and lent against the machine. "Hey," Benjamin said in a soft tone, though it was loud enough for her to hear. |
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| Dylan Curtis | May 4 2009, 08:27 PM Post #3 |
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Dylan heard someone clear their throat and when she turned around to see Benjamin entering the laundry room, she only smirked ever so slightly and turned back around to attend to her laundry that was now going around in two seperate machines. "Hey there, Benny," Dylan teased, giggling once quietly as she glanced over at him out of the corner of her eyes. To Dylan, the relationship she had with Benjamin was a bit strange but one she wouldn't trade the world for. The two often flirted and touched but it never went further than that because frankly, Dylan thought he was a man whore and Benjamin knew she had a man. It didn't mean certain fantasies hadn't crossed her mind or entered her dreams from time to time though. "You know, you really need a woman to help you learn how to sort your laundry," Dylan teased once again as she adjusted the black and yellow panties on her hips. They were a pair of shorts like underwear so it wasn't like her whole ass was hanging out, just part of the cheeks. "Don't want everything coming out gray or pink. Unless that's your sort of thing." Dylan then hopped up on top of one of the machines that was running. The vibrating motion the machine made had begun to make her ass go numb but she didn't get up. As her bare feet swung back and forth from the machine, Dylan tucked a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear as she glanced over at Ben. She had never seen him shirtless like this before and it was hard to keep her eyes pulled away for too long. |
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| Benjamin Hargrave | May 4 2009, 08:41 PM Post #4 |
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Benjamin thought for a second and then ran one of his large hands along his chin before he chuckled as he glanced at the washing machine and then back at Dylan. "Well, if you're trying to insinuate the fact that you think I'm a faggot, you're wrong. And I have a woman right in front of me, so why don't you teach me some things?" Benjamin flirted in a suave voice as he pushed himself off of the washing machine and took a few steps towards her, his bare feet padding the cement floor. When he finally reached her, he took a step back and slightly sat on the folding table across from her. Benjamin had now folded his arms over his chest so that she could only see a very small portion of his body, a way of teasing her and smirked. Benjamin and Dylan had touched each other quite a few times and flirted like there was no tomorrow and yet nothing serious had ever happened between them. No sex, well if fingering didn't count, then there wouldn't be sex. Benjamin had never asked anything of her though and just considered their few encounters as experiments. A small part of him respected the fact that she had a mortal boyfriend, but he didn't care all that much. He could have her if he wanted. |
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| Dylan Curtis | May 4 2009, 08:49 PM Post #5 |
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"Well that all depends," Dylan flirted right back as she hopped off of the washing machine and took a few steps towards Benjamin. When she had stood in front of him, she pushed his knees apart so that she now stood between them ever so slightly. Her hands continued to rest on his knees as she let her eyes wonder down his body, the bare part that she could see anyways. "What do you need to be taught? You would think a man like you already knows all there is to know." Dylan then let her fingertips run up the top of his thighs, beneath the fabric of his basketball shorts, just midthigh and then back down to his knees once again, teasing him. "I'm sure there's plenty you could teach me though. Don't act like I don't see those girls leaving your apartment every night. After all, you are my neighbor." |
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| Benjamin Hargrave | May 4 2009, 08:54 PM Post #6 |
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Benjamin had smirked wider as he hopped off of the table and then pushed her back against the cool metal of the washing machine. His hips had moved to push right up against hers and he let one of his hands trail up the outside of her bare thigh. When his fingertips had reached the fabric of her panties he slowly began to trail them towards the center of her crotch. As his smirk grew once again, his dimples showing now, he slid his hand fully in between her legs and began to let his fingers push upwards through the fabric of her underwear to get a rise out of her. As Ben did that he could feel her heart rate speed up dramatically and then once he pulled his hand away it slowed, though it rested on the inside of her thigh as his other moved to rest on the small of her back. "Would you like me to educate you on what I teach those girls almost every night?" Ben asked her in a coy tone, and hinted to the fact that he didn't always have sex with the women he brought home. |
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| Dylan Curtis | May 4 2009, 09:03 PM Post #7 |
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Dylan couldn't help but to grunt quietly when she felt Ben's fingers pressed against her womanhood. It made her wet in minutes. Once he had removed his fingers from her, she finally opened her eyes, her breathing still heavy as she looked at him, eyes locked on his face. When their eyes met, Dylan bit down on her bottom lip ever so slightly and hooked her thumbs on the inside of each side of her underwear. She inched them down ever so slightly so that all but her lips were exposed. "And what makes you think I'm one of those...kind of women?" Dylan questioned in a teasing tone as she let her hands release the hold they had on her underwear so that they went back to place. She then placed her hand on top of his and led it back to where it had been between her legs, showing him how moist she was exactly. "Let's see what you got. I doubt you can impress me." |
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| Benjamin Hargrave | May 4 2009, 09:10 PM Post #8 |
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"I find that hard to believe," Ben replied in a slightly cocky tone and then let his fingertips push her underwear aside. She still had them on, of course, he just moved them out of the way so that he could please Dylan just like the both of them wanted. Ben's fingers had started to swirl around her clit before they actually took in how wet she actually was and then he teasingly slid a finger inside of her. Once he had pushed it in as far as it could go, he removed it from her completely and then repeated the same, slow motion until his entire finger as inserted inside of her. As his green eyes moved up to gauge her reaction he began to pound the single finger into her with hard thrusts, his other hand gripping her thigh as he did so. |
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| Dylan Curtis | May 4 2009, 09:20 PM Post #9 |
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Dylan groaned loudly when she felt Ben's bare fingertips against her womanhood and then she gasped as his long, large finger slid inside of her. She could feel herself tighten around him and her eyes slipped closed as she leaned back against the washing machine that was going. "Oh Ben," Dylan whispered as she slid her hands up his arms to rest on his broad shoulders, gripping tightly. To cover up the pleasure she was experiencing, Dylan forced her eyes open to lock them with his once again, though they continued to try to slip closed again and again, eyelids fluttering. "Eh, it's alright." Dylan then grit her teeth together to keep the moans inside even though she just wanted to start to cry out for him to go faster, go harder, go deeper and fuck her like he wanted to. |
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| Benjamin Hargrave | May 4 2009, 09:28 PM Post #10 |
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Ben's hand on her thigh had moved to grip the side of her underwear and he slowly ripped it at the seam. When he had done that, he removed her underwear partly so that his hand had better access. Ben's hand had then returned to the small of her back and he began to use his hand to thrust his finger deeper into her, going with the same hard motions and increasing the speed of his hand just a bit. When he felt her tighten around his finger slightly, it only made him smile. Benjamin had moved his face to rest mere inches from her ear and he was sure she could feel his cool breath against her skin. "Okay?" Ben asked her in a surprised tone and gave his hand one thrust harder then all the others after he finished asking that. "Let me have you, Dylan. Let us have what we both want." The vampire crooned into her ear as he let his lips rest against the lobe and his hand began to quicken once again. |
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