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Post by laineyallen on Nov 12, 2010 3:21:30 GMT -5
Practically shaking with unexpressed emotions, the young brunette didn't move from her spot. She wouldn't get any closer but couldn't get any further away. She couldn't tell if the young man was messing with her, or what his intentions were really. All the woman knew is that his body was incredibly close to her but not close enough.
"It depends on what you want" the brunette said as her eyes flicked back up to meet his blue ones. She searched for some glimpse of an emotion and found none.
The woman had never felt so unsure in her life. She knew how to manipulate women and men to get what she wanted but she couldn't' read him. Maybe it was because he lacked emotion. Whatever the reason it was ridiculously frustrating. |
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Post by james thomas leroy on Nov 12, 2010 3:36:20 GMT -5
James just watched her like a tiger stalking its prey, watching it from a distance.. Though this wasn't exactly a good analogy. He wasn't far from her at all but he did still give that the same sort of attention. He showed no emotion because he didn't have to. James would laugh and joke and even get sad if only to give others a false sense of security and to make them think he was just like them.
"I want to watch you," he admitted. "I want to see what you'll you and it seems my needs have been taken care of, so that leaves us with you," he reasoned, looking at her still, blue eyes barely blinking as he stayed quite still. "What do you want?" he asked, speaking slow, taking his time with his words as he placed a hand gently at her waist, trying to see how physical contact might affect her behavior.
It was all very interesting to him and James decided he wouldn't stop until he grew bored of this or until something happened. Until then, he was happy to take his time. It was like any good strategy game, one needed to take their time and plan each move and see how their opponent will react. She was his opponent today.
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Post by laineyallen on Nov 12, 2010 3:47:18 GMT -5
Lainey was annoyed and hurt. He was playing with her. This was all just a game to him. He wanted to 'watch' her? Here she was standing here practically begging him to fuck her and he was playing a game with her. Maybe annoyed isn't the right word. Pissed seemed more accurate.
However, two could play his game. She could prove right here and now that sex addiction was bullshit. She could do absolutely nothing.
Her anger flashed only briefly in her eyes before the woman forced the emotion back.
"What do you think I want?" the brunette asked the man in front of her softly. She brushed her brown locks back over her shoulder from where they had previously been blowing around her neck and face. As angry as she was, the feeling of his hand on her waist was hard to ignore. Goosebumps traveled up her side and down her back.
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Post by james thomas leroy on Nov 12, 2010 3:59:07 GMT -5
Was that anger? Had he said something to upset her? It was possible and James just smiled at the girl. A smile could neutralise most situations but he did know better. He knew it would probably take more than that.
"I guess it's obvious what you want," he said, moving an arm around her and pulling her close. He liked having control in most situations and this was definitely one of them. James decide to mask that indifference with a smile and an act. He decided to pretend that he could actually feel something for a moment.
James may not feel remorse or sympathise with others but he was still a guy, and some part of him did still want her physically but this game was fun to play. James knew he could be impulsive at times but he did still have some degree of self-control and in that moment, he was using it to his advantage.
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Post by laineyallen on Nov 12, 2010 4:13:30 GMT -5
Lainey's breath hitched as he wrapped an arm around her. Finally, he was taking some kind of control and letting her know what was okay and what wasn't. They both know what she wanted. She wanted him. Right here, right now.
Now that he had taken control, the young brunette wanted it back. She wasn't used to giving up her control to another and now that the man had started to show what he wanted or thought she wanted, she needed that sense of control back.
Feeling the mans body pressed up against hers, the young woman leaned her face towards him so that their lips were almost touching, Lainey stopped. "Is it?" She whispered centimeters from his lips. She rested her small hands on his sides right above the hip bone. Her eyes flicked back and forth between his lips and eyes trying to get a read on how far she could take this. |
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Post by james thomas leroy on Nov 12, 2010 4:24:34 GMT -5
James watched as he paused. Her lips were just inches from his and it seemed he had overestimated his own self-control before it took more than he had anticipated to not kiss her at that moment. So perhaps she could do the same and test his limits if she wanted too. James wasn't sure he liked the idea of that, though more of him was ready to welcome the challenge, and at least what he wanted to do to her right now didn't involve sharp objects and a lot of pain.
James just smiled and moved a hand up to her face, stroking her cheek gently. "Blatantly so," he answered, leaning in again, he whispered in her ear, "You're practically screaming it," he told her before kissing her neck and slowly moving down, stopping just before he got to her shoulder.
It was clear to him where this was going but half the fun was in the journey so he was happy to dragged this out a while, to see if he could have her literally beg for more. It didn't have to happen but it would definitely make it fun for him. Either way, James knew where this would go and it didn't matter all that much what happened in between.
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Post by laineyallen on Nov 12, 2010 4:34:11 GMT -5
leaning into his hand slightly, the young woman bit down on the left corner of her lip to keep from making a sound. She had to bite harder to prevent them once his lips started traveling the length of her neck. She let her eyes close. He was right. She was practically screaming that she wanted him. The brunette couldn't help herself. Maybe it was an addiction? Either way it didn't matter right now. All that mattered to the woman was the way the mans lips felt against the sensitive skin along her neck.
She couldn't take it anymore. Self-control be damned. She pulled his face up gently from its place near her shoulder and pressed her lips against his hungrily, her hands resting on each cheek softly as her eyes drooped closed again. |
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Post by james thomas leroy on Nov 12, 2010 4:47:46 GMT -5
Success, James thought, as though he had accomplished something here. It was always the little things that keep him amused and kept him going. If it were for those little distractions James knew he would most likely be out killing and causing more distruction but that wasn't him at the moment. It wasn't what he wanted to do at that point in his life.
He would be smirking if it were for the soft lips that were currently on his. Still, she lasted long enough and that was definitely a good thing. She had done well in his books and at least she was far more interesting than anyone else he had met so far. Though it wasn't just her mind and her condition that intrigued him. She was beautiful too and that wasn't a fact that James was going to deny anytime soon. He kept his arms around her, pulling her in, kissing her.
[[OOC: What's she wearing?]]
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Post by laineyallen on Nov 12, 2010 4:58:22 GMT -5
Lainey knew at this moment, she had proven everyone right about sex addicts. She couldn't stay away. This wasn't just a want anymore, it was a need. However, that didn't change anything. Needing sex wasn't necessarily a bad thing either was it? After all sex is the most natural thing for a human being to do.
The brunette felt his arms pull her closer and she didn't fight it. Instead she attempted to deepen the kiss. She ran her tongue along his bottom lip begging for entrance as her right hand traveled to his hair, gently playing with it. There was no going back after this. They had started this and god damn it they were doing to finish it.
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Post by james thomas leroy on Nov 12, 2010 5:20:27 GMT -5
James' own lips parted but still he didn't put quite as much into this. He reciprocated but still he was going on what she was doing. A hand travelled down her thigh, gripped lightly, almost playfully at the skin that was there before draggin his fingertips up to the hem of her short dress. Perhaps he wanted her just a little more than he realised. That or he enjoyed the game he was playing.
Letting his hand slide across her thigh but not moving even an inch above where her dress ended, James left it there for the moment. He wasn't going to simply move forward and slide it up her dress. That would probably be what she wanted and he wasn't going to give in entirely that easily. He was going to wait a little, see how much he could make her do.
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Post by laineyallen on Nov 12, 2010 13:12:08 GMT -5
James' hand left a trail of goosebumps wherever it went. She wanted him right here right now, but it seemed like he was playing with her. Never taking the initiative to start things. It was almost as if he wanted her to do all the work.
Well, that was just fine. Lainey was used to doing all the work and as long as she reaped the benefits she didn't really care who did the work to get there.
Leaving the mans lips, Lainey trailed soft kisses down his neck and then back up to his ear, biting softly on his earlobe. One hand continued to play with the soft hairs on the back of his neck while the other moved down to rest on his hip. |
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Post by james thomas leroy on Nov 13, 2010 6:12:00 GMT -5
James looked out for a moment. He knew this probably wouldn't be the most suitable place for this but the thought occurred to him a little too late. He growled a little angrily at the late realization.
It would have been fine if he wasn't slightly concerned about getting his clothes dirty. The floor wasn't exactly pristine and although it seemed like an odd thought to obsessed over, it was perfectly normal for James.
"Stop," he said. His words were clear and commanding but not at all forceful or loud. Stepping back his face only showed signs of slightly annoyance before he grabbed her by the wrist to lead her back to the door.
"We're not doing this here," was his simple explanation as he headed for the door. James was happy to relinquish control in some situations but it was still very much a part of who he was. He did what he wanted and that was that.
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Post by laineyallen on Nov 13, 2010 15:11:39 GMT -5
Abruptly, Lainey felt the young man pull away from her after making a brief sound that resembled a growl. Had she done something wrong?
Just when the brunette thought she knew what this man wanted, he went and changed his mind again. He had to be the most annoying person in the world. At this point, it was almost not worth the effort. She could easily just go wake someone up to get what she wanted.
She felt the man grab ahold of her wrist and start to drag her off. "What's so wrong with here?" She asked honestly. It seemed like the perfect spot to her. No one would come up here to bother them. The cool breeze would feel amazing against her bare skin. Yes, this seemed like a great place.
"Where are we going then?" The young woman asked slightly nervous as to the mans intentions. |
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Post by james thomas leroy on Nov 13, 2010 20:40:57 GMT -5
[[OOC: Just trying to make it interesting, no idea where it's going lol]]
"I don't like it," he told her. He didn't think he needed to explain it well, especially when he was busy trying to think of a place that would be better suited to his needs.
He knew his dorm room would probably be much too far to bother going to but perhaps a classroom would work. With the darkness and the desks and doors that could burst open if they were too loud and someone happened by.. Well that made things a little more interesting.
James stopped again when she persisted with the questions. This was just too much effort and he was just at the door by now. "Fine, here then," he said, pushing her up against a wall and leaning in to kiss her neck. At least this way he could have her up against the wall and not have to worry about the floor.
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Post by laineyallen on Nov 13, 2010 20:59:46 GMT -5
Lainey was so confused. He didn't like it? Didn't like what? The thought of fucking her or fucking on the roof. Either seemed like a stupid thing to object to. Maybe it was just the addict in her but fucking anywhere seemed like a fine plan to her.
Besides the fact that this was a fine place, where else could they go? The dorms would be a terrible idea. It was bound to have a few people paroling and she didn't think her roommate would like her bring someone in this late at night anyways. Classrooms are suspicious. They offer little privacy and are almost always checked at some point in the night.
In fact, the more the young brunette thought about it the more this spot seemed to grow on her. She would have to remember it for future reference.
Just when the brunette was about to question the young man further, they abruptly stopped and her back met the cold wall. She felt his lips meet her neck as she bit her lip to prevent a moan of pleasure. She always did like it a bit rough. |
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