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| Post #1 Feb 2 2014, 05:57 PM | Strixley |
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The air throbbed with both the smell and sound of club goers and music. People both young and old partaking in beverage as they leaned on the barrier that fenced in the patio to the bar they were occupying. To most people at this time of night, you'd see the dim lights seeping from the entrance, little red cherry-lights from cigarettes dancing in the shadows as people waved their hands in conversation. But to Chevy everything was clear as if someone had turned the sharpness up on an old television set. She had invoked the beast's eyes to see for her tonight, she wanted no surprises. She had herself convinced she were here on business. A bit of hearsay brought her to this boardwalk. Scanning faces and listening in on conversations as she walked. She searched for a man who frequented this boardwalk to make his less than admirable business dealings. She knew as a part of Vanguard, she should apprehend him and bring him in, but her business tonight was personal. She had heard on the streets that this particular man had had dealings with her brother in the past. Or at least, she assumed when someone had mentioned a man from Ireland, the last name beginning with a "C" she figured she had nothing to lose. The bar scene always made her a bit nervous, but not for her own safety, rather for others. Her beast liked to rear its head, and claws.. and sometimes teeth, if she were provoked. And sometimes there was little she could do to control it. Making a scene in the name of Vanguard wasn't on her list of things to do today. So her plan was to have a few drinks, keep her eyes and ears open, and try to relax, at least a little bit, so as not to look suspicious. She had braided her hair down the side, tying it simply with a blue ribbon, her usual attire of a black tank top, and a pair of close-fitting blue jeans that had the beginnings of faded wear at the knees. She made her way into a particular bar, her body twisting and turning gracefully through the crowd, only coming within a hairs breadth of another human, until her trek brought her to an empty bar stool within hearing distance of the entrance. The barmaid greeted her without looking at her, filling shot glasses almost as quick as she effortlessly slid them down the bar without spilling a drop. Chevy wondered if perhaps that had been a process of trial and error, and how many angry customers it had taken to get it right. She rested her elbow on the counter, head under her chin as she diligently began to observe the company she was keeping this night. |
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| Post #31 Feb 5 2014, 10:01 PM | Strixley |
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She watched him as he closed the blinds, her blue eyes never leaving his face. She decided to take the game into her own hands as he settled down. "Wreck the room, huh? Sounds like you're hiding a beast somewhere under all that quiet." she grinned, climbing across the couch to straddle him, reaching behind her to undo the clasps that held her bra, sliding it off to expose her breasts, the moonlight slanting in slightly through the blinds and landing on her pale skin. The air causing her nipples to harden as she leaned down. She brushed her lips over his neck, adding a few nips here and there as she worked her way up to his ear, nibbling at his ear. "Show me what you're made of." she knew it wasn't a question, but she found she didn't care and was sure he wouldn't either. She slid her hands down his middle, sliding her fingers under his shirt and dragging her nails along his sides. She was thankful for the liquor at this point, aware of the slight shaking to her hands. She hoped she didn't seem to out of practice. Edited by Strixley, Feb 5 2014, 10:02 PM.
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| Post #32 Feb 5 2014, 10:34 PM | Krobon |
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He finished his glass shortly before she straddled him and simply let it fall to the floor, the grin still upon his lips as his hands moved towards her back, trailing down and gripping tightly, pushing her against him. He moved forward and kissed her neck, his rough exterior rubbing against her smooth skin, his lips and stubble. ”The ocean can be left unstirred, but beneath the surface.” He said in retort as he pushed his hips against her a little more. ”Just be sure to keep up.” He pushed her back a bit and took off his shirt, revealing a few knife scars and some army tattoo’s. He was a big man, better to see yet, he didn’t have a six pack or anything but it was obvious that the thin layer of fat covered a bulk of muscle, strong arms that were still defined. He didn’t have any bullet scars though, which are generally easy to recognize. His hand moved towards her breast and squeezed it tightly, it filled his hand nicely and her pale exterior mixed well with his darker Caucasian skin. |
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| Post #33 Feb 5 2014, 11:04 PM | Strixley |
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Chevy tilted her head back as his lips touched her skin, enjoying the feel of her stubble on her neck, the roughness of his hands as he gripped her. Indeed this would be fun. "The ocean can be left unstirred, but beneath the surface." She watched as he removed his shirt, revealing a build that quite suited Chevy's tastes. Most would have found his scars unappealing, like blemishes. But they pleased her, it showed courage and perseverance. "Be sure to not bore me." she grinned, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear just as he reached for her breast and cupped it roughly, squeezing it. She let out a small gasp, leaning into his touch. "And you'll have to do better than that." She let her fingers trace one of them before leaning down, brushing her lips across his skin from his chest, up to his shoulder, and biting there as she rolled her hips into his, feeling the bulge in his pants. |
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| Post #34 Feb 5 2014, 11:47 PM | Krobon |
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He clenched her nipple between his teeth, pulling it slightly. It was obvious something was stirring beneath the fabric of his pants. he moved a hand to unbutton her pants before sliding a hand in the back of it, still above her laced underwear but his rough hands gripping her ass tightly, pulling at her cheek. ”That goes both ways tiger.” He didn’t have any particular reason to call her tiger apart from her red hair and fiery attitude. He lifted himself from the couch and held on to her, bringing her towards the dining table, his arm swiping across the surface, glass breaking on the floor as he made room to put her down. He put her on the table and pushed her on to her back, his hands gripping her tight jeans and pulling them off in a swift single pull. He put his hand on her shoulder and kept pushing her down against the table, his free hand between her legs rubbing against the lace of her panties. He had a dominant smile on his lips like the situation was completely in his control. A single moment later his tongue moved from his mouth and wet his lips. He felt the warmth between her legs as he rubbed against her, his expression showed amusement before he spoke. ”Red hair and heating up, very good” His middle finger pushed against the fabric in between her folds, up and down slowly. |
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| Post #35 Feb 6 2014, 12:16 AM | Strixley |
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She gasped and bit her lip, the sensation from his teeth sending chills up her spine. Dragging her nails along his neck and shoulders as he carried her across the room. She felt her heart skip a beat when he called her tiger, a nervousness settling in. However the crashing of glass and other objects interrupted her thoughts but didn't cause her to flinch, she merely stretched her arms above her head as he pushed her down, allowing him to remove her jeans. She contemplated putting up a little resistance to make it interesting, but she was enjoying this far too much. Still, she pushed against his hand at her shoulder slightly, but laid back quickly as his touch made its way between her legs. She smiled, flexing her hips against his hand. "Mm.. not so bad yourself." she slid one hand down over his, pushing him harder against her, running her tongue over her lips, sitting up on one elbow. She felt her heart quickening with desire as a flush crept up her cheeks, this man certainly was showing her a good time, and they hadn't even started yet. Edited by Strixley, Feb 6 2014, 01:40 AM.
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