Another Meeting ((Aleksei))

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks' eyebrows raised when Eliza told him that she and James had known each other for less than three hours when he marked her. Fucking hell, less than three hours? That's like... sleeping with someone five minutes after meeting them, or something. Exciting, maybes, but not extremely clever. Or, perhaps, the actions of someone who didn't really care. Didn't care about what was possibly the question. Okay, there was no long lasting damage, and there was no exact trauma involved, so it wasn't life changing - depending on how you viewed life changing, that was. Being marked by a sociopath could always end up to be life changing, even if you didn't plan it to be.

A slow, deep chuckle came out of Aleks when Eliza said she didn't like the anger management kids. That would explain a hatred for isolation. Those kids could really be far more dangerous than the average civilian would imagine, what with the title of 'anger management' seeming quite mundane and simple. Aleks had his own anger problems, which could end in violence himself, and he knew from experience that some of those kids didn't really have a 'gone too far' button. Fine for him, since neither did he, but he could understand the situations which arose that landed people in isolation maybe wouldn't be looked on as 'nice'.

Aleks grinned. Places she could hide a marking were, pretty much, many places. Depending on how easily she wanted to hide something. Back, chest, collarbones, ankles, legs, and of course, his two favourites, back of neck, and wrists. Of course, which one to choose was always hard, since he'd love to done both. His hand which wasn't holding his cigarette went down to catch Eliza's hand, and turn it over. God, she had such... girl wrists. Okay, I'm sorry, that may sound obvious, but Aleks was used to be in situations such as this with boys, whom, quite obviously, normally didn't have girl wrists. Aleks may of been bi, but he was far

[/u] more picky about his girls than his guys, meaning he normally ended up with mainly boys.
"I'm either gonna carve in your wrists, or the back of your neck... Or both." The grin which emerged on his face was almost feral. He dropped the end of the fag on the floor and stomped it out, his fingers instead beginning to twirl his knife expertly.
"Or, if you don't want any carvings, I can always leave bruises," and his lips went to Eliza's wrists, biting in example. He cocked his head on the side, waiting for an answer.
"Oh, and trust me. Carving on your wrist isn't as dangerous as it sounds. Slitting your wrist is far harder than it sounds." He shrugged and giggled cheekily.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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^{TAG - eliza
WORDS - bout four hundred and fifty.
NOTES - sorry it's so late, been having a bad time recently.
TUNES - sleepwalker, adam lambert.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[eliza]

Eliza watched his reaction to her telling him that she had only know James for a few hours. It was interesting. He probably didn’t expect that. She probably seemed more like the one that made him wait weeks, or maybe even days. Hey, he asked. They went to the roof and she put up a small fight, but not much. Of course James first played with the blades, letting small cuts grace her arm, and then the small puncture on her neck. Nothing too bad, at least she thought so.

Eliza rolled her eyes when he chuckled. Of course she didn’t like them Most of them were fucking crazy. Especially the one that she met when she first came here. Yeah, lets pin her to the fucking wall cause she broke the camera. Not her fault, her phobias were acting up. She just responded. Needless to say she probably would have been the only one in a strait jacket if they didn’t storm into the isolation cell with her pinned against the wall from him. Not a good thing.

She watched as he grinned then his hand was on hers, and he flipper her hand so that her palm faced up. She looked down at his hand on hers and she looked back into his eyes. When he said that he was either going to carve into her wrist or her neck she looked down. They weren’t two really concealable places for her. At least the wrist wasn’t, she liked wearing short sleeve things, her neck wasn’t that much of a problem, figuring she almost always had her hair down.

She watched as he twirled the knife. He was just like James, better at using a knife than she was. She was an amateur. She didn’t know how to use them really at all, she did know how to use them a little. Especially since she had been with James. That one night had taught her a lot of things that she probably didn’t know. Let alone most likely things she didn’t want to know.

She watched as the cigarette landed on the ground before being smothered out by his foot. She heard him say something about making bruises before her arm was brought up slightly and she felt him bit her. She pulled it away slightly. ”First off, my wrist isn’t something I cover often. I know I’m wearing long sleeves now, but this is a one time thing really. I wear them only every so often, so it’d be my neck. And no, no bruises. Their disgusting, I’d rather have a carving that will partially bruise than just a bruise” she said as he cocked his head to the side.

She knew that he would take advantage of what she just said. ”And you will not be getting any blood on my dress. None.” she said as she moved away from him and towards where the stairwell was. But instead of going to the stairs she went behind it. She went to where she knew that James kept his knives and other things that he had used on her and she opened the box.

She grabbed the towel and walked over to the edge of the little wall that was there because of the stairs. ”Over here. If someone comes up here, we’ll at least be blocked.” she said as she sat down, facing the wall. She knew that he’d have to be behind her and he’d have to make sure that the towel was covering the edge of her dress. No blood was to be put into the cloth.

WORDS ;; 600ish
STATUS ;; Finished
TAGGED ;; aleksei
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;;

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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He giggled when she said he wasn't getting blood on her dress. Honestly, most girls would be more worried about the fact he was about to carve into them. Which is why he usually fucked boys, it was true. And even that stereotype pushed aside, the amount of gay pretty little fae boys was just too good to pass up sometimes. And there weren't many girls who caught his eye in any way other than superficially hot. This girl... Was superficially hot, but the fact she was willing to let herself be marked by him? Made her fifty fucking thousand times hotter, simply by default. And then the fact she was marked by someone else before him? That just made it gleefully fun, and made her, once again, more hot. To put it briefly, ownership was very fucking attractive. The more possession you had over someone, the more power you had - and as we've said before, Aleks really fucking liked power. And stealing? Well, stealing was more just a child's sport. Something he loved to do, magpie-like tendencies kicking in around shiny objects. And whilst shiny objects in stores were very fucking shiny, shiny objects owned by others? Just had so much more drama. And what with how boring civilian life was these days, a little bit of sugar and spice could never go amiss.
"Eh, I won't get blood in your dress, promise with a cherry on top" He rolled his eyes briefly, but the edges of his mouth still had that cat grin. "Besides, blood is easier to get out of cloth that you'd imagine. Trust me, I've had experience." And okay, while that could of been taken as threatening, and the tone it was said in almost was, truthfully? Aleks wasn't talking about the people he'd beaten up, the ones he's carved into in the past, those who he had leeched blood out of. He was talking about the scars which ran down his thighs. But we don't talk about those, do we? Besides, sociopathic depression is scarier than you'd think.

He followed her over to the wall, taking the towel from her. He kneeled down behind her, his fingers twisting the knife between his knuckles. Sweeping her hair over her shoulder, Aleks placed the towel round her shoulders, being surprisingly tender. Okay, the boy might not have a conscience, but he had spent seventeen years of his life observing people with one. And he'd rather like to do it again, So, ya'know, being nice could be handled. Of course, there was always Aleks secret "nice" side. Nice possibly being the wrong word. He just got very protective over people he felt ownership over. And protective wasn't really mean, so to say. Aleks brought the knife up to the back of Eliza's neck, and began to trace over the contours of her neck.
"You've got a very nice neck." The words were said factually, with only the slightest hint of interest and he began to slide the knife slightly deeper. It was, to be fair, a relatively simple design he was doing, considering the amount of knifeman-ship he had. His dad had given him a penknife at the age of seven, as a sort of "boyscouts" gesture, and Aleks hadn't stopped playing with knives since. I mean, apart from to stop and play with fire, and other shit like that. But you get the point. He was pretty good. Not the best, but compared the the average seventeen year old who had only been through woodshop? He considered himself the fucking best. He stopped every now and again in his workmanship, dragging his finger along to collect the blood, then licking it off his finger - and yeah, later he stopped the business with the finger, and just licked it up of Eliza's neck. Fuck off, yes, he has a blood fetish. We've established that, please move on. Once he had finished the design, he leant back, looking at it proudly, before signing just below it.
xxx
His own sort of ironic joke. Three kisses - also the short hand for x-rated produce. And also, the ending of the alternative way of spelling his name. Alex. He liked it, and who else was there to care?

The blood had slowed now, and he used the edge of the towel to press down on it, compressing it, starting the healing process, before licking over it one last time. Partially because he liked, and partially cause hey, saliva = healing, m'dears. And then of course, he kissed her.
"Like it?" He voice was a little hoarse. Okay, yeah, we admit it, he was turned on. Quite a fucking bit turned on. I mean, come on, he had just carved his fucking signature into this girl. And licked up her blood. Two major fucking fetishes for the sociopath here. And we've already discussed the hotness factor.

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^{TAG - eliza
WORDS - bout eight hundred. i got carried away. O.o
NOTES - apparently i do have internet in rome!
TUNES - scott pilgrim vs the world.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[eliza]

Eliza smiled as he giggled. She didn’t know what he had giggled for, but hey, it was funny to see a ’tough’ guy like him giggle. Eliza smiled when he said that he wouldn’t get any blood on her dress. He better not. She knew that it wasn’t that hard with all the blood that had ended up on her tank top from James’ wonderful design, but she didn’t want to spend the time trying to get it out. It wasn’t something that she wanted to do.

When he followed her over behind the wall and she felt him drape the towel around her shoulders. She felt him sliding the knife over her skin lightly, just cutting the skin, but not enough to make the blood actually drip. She smiled when he said that she had a very nice neck. That was one thing that she had never heard before.

As he dug the knife deeper into her skin she gripped at the bottom of her dress tightly. Yes she had been carved into before, but it didn’t mean that it wouldn’t hurt. She could tell that this design was more elaborate compared to James’. His was just his initials, but it seemed that this was more of a design.

It felt a while before he finally carved two more lines, opposite in direction, diagonally making an x. She felt it three times consecutively. Triple X’s. Kisses, on a note to a loved one, or sex, which ever it meant she didn’t care. During him carving into her she felt him run his fingers along it, she didn’t know why though, and she couldn’t turn and see why.

When he finished his design and pressed the towel to her neck she was going to turn and look at him, but she felt his tongue on her neck. She let out a shiver and turned towards him. As she turned her head towards him he kissed her. She kissed back, but she could taste her blood. When they broke the kiss she looked at him. ”It doesn’t taste like ice cream that’s for sure” she said with a smile.

WORDS ;; 358
STATUS ;; Finished
TAGGED ;; Aleksei
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;; mmm take it where ever you want Either way is fine with me.

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks' eyes flicked down briefly from his task to seeing Eliza's hands tight over the edge of her dress. The human response to pain was really quite interesting. A simple survival mechanism, it had evolved to so much more. Pain itself was simply a sensation to stop you getting hurt; those who evolved without it, unless carefully watched, died early from idiotic deaths, such as lying on a shard of glass which went through their ribcage and into their heart, since they didn't have the feeling of pain to tell them to get up. The endorphin and adrenalin rush from pain, which originally had the function to aid the fight-or-flight reflex, had now been manipulated by the human community for their own uses. BDSM, self harm, adrenalin junkies - you saw it everywhere. Even just to simple act of punching a wall, as many seemed to do when frustrated, was a manipulation of this, the pain of the knuckles against the wall releasing endorphins and calming the person down. But still. His eyes flicked back up, looking down for a mere second. He was concentrated on the task, and if the task involved a bit of human observation, so be it.

A grin came on Aleks' lips as Eliza kissed back. Well, that was a nice result. He leant back slightly as the kiss broke off, and shook his head sarcastically at her comment.
"Tastes very fucking different to ice cream. Though I wonder what the flavour combination would be like." He giggled again at that, before his fingers teased at the marks he had just made, where the last drops of blood were slowly rolling off, as the platelets in her blood began to congeal. He leant forward again, licking those last drops of blood off, as a wave of possessiveness ran through him. He wanted this to scar nicely, to show everyone who did it. And, well, what better way to get the girl back to his room as well? Although he also did want to wrap up his work, otherwise it may become messy, and god fucking forbid that happen. He'd have to do it all again, and that could just get tedious.

"Come back to my dorm room and I'll wrap that up for you." The words weren't really a request, far more of a command. Before, maybe, he would of given Eliza more of a choice. Now, however? Unless she actually ran (and even then maybe) he was going to bandage her up, and he was, in the very least, gonna make out with her. Fuck her? Maybe, that'd be quite nice. But he could get off quite easily from much less. As we've established, he was a whore for power, and bloodplay. And maybe that was just becoming slightly obvious through his jeans .

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^{TAG - eliza
WORDS - bit under five hundred.
NOTES - here yah go.
TUNES - my alcoholic friends, the dresden dolls.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[eliza]

Eliza smiled after her sarcastic comment. Of course it tasted quite different from ice cream, but she didn’t mind the taste of blood. Hell when she cut her own finger when James wanted her to cut into him she had placed it in her mouth to stop the bleeding and begin the healing. Although she didn’t fully understand why it worked, it did. It also had been a reaction, to get herself away from the pain that was created, but only the pain that she created. After all even after the nice little cut that she gave herself he carved his initials into her.

She let another shiver rack her body when he once again returned his tongue to her neck. He must have gotten off the rest of the blood. She didn’t know why her body reacted like that, but it only tended to happen with the back of her neck. When James made the small puncture in the side of her neck it made no difference. Although when he had drank her blood in a sense it was pain, because he was literally like sucking the blood out of her neck.

When he asked her to go back to his room, even if it was more of a command, her smile grew to a smirk. ”And judging by how your body is reacting, I highly doubt that bandaging is all you will do” she said lightly. They were close enough that she could tell, it was rather obvious. But what was with sociopaths and getting horny over blood and markings, or just blood and cuts? She wasn’t sure, but this night was kinda like how it ended with James. Possibly fucking, maybe. She didn’t know how it would end.

WORDS ;; 300ish
STATUS ;; Finished
TAGGED ;; Aleksei
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;;

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks smirked at her comment. Was that being astute? No, that was just goddamn fucking common sense. Although it was nice that she noticed. If nice was really the right word.
"Cause that's just so astute." He smirked slightly, the sarcasm heavy in his voice as he stood, up, pulling the girl after him. "Come the fuck on then."

He exited the roof, pulling Eliza behind him still. The route to the boys dorms in the east wing wasn't that long, although it would of been funny if they had bumped into someone who noticed the new carving on Eliza's neck. As it was, they didn't run into anyone who seemed to care, going past the few sad souls who seemed to haunt the corridors silently. Aleks giggled at them. They were really rather idiotic.

They reached his dorm, and Aleks pushed the door open. He didn't share with anyone yet, and for that he was extremely fucking grateful. Although he wasn't messy; the opposite, really, he still didn't like hiding away his stuff. He pushed Eliza towards the bed as he went toward the drawers which stood against the opposite wall. "Sit there and wait. I need to get the disinfectant shit." Keeping scars covered slowed down the healing process, as oxygen helped it. And, well, Eliza hadn't shown a dislike for having scarring, at the very least.

Aleks opened the top drawer and smirked. Fuck, he had a veritable treasure chest here. Razor blades, hydrogen peroxide, alcohol swabs, a fair share of benzodiazepines (which he occasionally passed out to), more knives, bits of broken glass, gauze, surgical tape, piercing needles, matches, kerosene, iodine solution, and a whole myriad of other things, all organized perfectly. He took out the hydrogen peroxide, alcohol swabs, gauze and surgical tape, before turning back around and heading toward Eliza on the bed, shutting the drawer behind him.
"Lie down on your stomach, and push your hair to the side," he instructed as he set his tools on the bedside table, opening the top drawer and taking out tissues and cotton swabs. Never say this boy wasn't organized, even if the organization was there to cause pain in him and others. His eyes flicked back toward Eliza as he began to shake the hydrogen peroxide onto a cotton swab. Fuck, she really was very fucking pretty like this, all marked up. Once he had bandaged her up... Well, then it got even more fun, right?

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^{TAG - eliza
WORDS - bit over four hundred..
NOTES - um, sorry it's a bit shitty..
TUNES - gravity, the dresden dolls.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[eliza]

Eliza let out a small laugh as he smirked. He must not have liked her little comment. Whatever, she didn’t really care, although she was rather curious about why they got off to blood so much. That would be for another time though. Eliza followed him up, as he pulled her up. As she followed him down and towards the east wing, which held the boys dorms she sighed.

She watched as he kicked open dorm number 10. Hopefully he didn’t have a roommate. Things wouldn’t work out well for them if they did. Well she never knew, she only had bad experiences with her own roommate and considered her a bitch but what could you expect.

When he pushed her towards the bed she sat down on it and watched as me went to the dresser and she smiled. He seemed to know where everything was, and seeming from his room he was clean. Anything out of order probably drove him wild.

She watched as he grabbed a bottle, it looked like peroxide, some alcohol swabs, gauze, and surgical tape. When he said to lie on her stomach and pull her hair to the side she smiled. She quickly put her hair up into a high pony tail with the hair tie that had been around her wrist and she laid down. When she laid down though she pulled the hair out of his way, since it was rather long.

She leaned her head to the side and watched as he placed all the stuff on his bedside table. She made sure that it wouldn’t screw with him trying to bandage it. She just hoped that James wouldn’t realize what had happened. That would be bad news. To have James find out that someone else marked her, let alone it being Aleksei. Not a good thing at all. Besides, how could she keep it from him, it wasn’t like she had it before her and James fucked. She could only see things getting worse from here.

WORDS ;; 350ish
STATUS ;; Finished
TAGGED ;; Aleksei
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;;

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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With one hand splayed over the nape of her neck, just below the... engraving to keep a steady hand, Aleks began to apply to hydrogen peroxide to the raw skin. And maybe it might sting, but he didn't particularly feel like giving her a warning of such an obvious thing. "Come here for the next few days to let me clean this up... And after that, still come, but less regularly. I'll want to check up on it." His words were cold and clear cut, back to the simple instructions that he often used. His eyes however? They were flicking down to where Eliza was watching him, before he turned and flicked the blood stained cotton swab into the nearby trash can. Reaching now for the gauze and surgical tape, he gently placed the gauze over the wound, before ripping the tape in his teeth and securing it down. Placing the roll of tape back on the dresser, his thumb stroked over the dressing, pressing down lightly over where he knew the three 'x's lay.

"All done." An edge of something had returned to Aleks voice, something which seemed almost caring as his fingers stroked down over Eliza's neck, beginning to trail down her arms. His touch was soft, but quite possessive, his voice now coming out soft and lilting. "I must say, it's far more fucking beautiful than some initials... ." The smirk returned to the edge of his voice, and he leant down to kiss along Eliza's shoulder, biting gently at the junction between her shoulder and her neck. Er, yes, he was completely dissing James. Did he care? No. Actually, that was sort of the point. james was sort of... 'competition'. Weak competition maybe, but still competition. And did he want this girl on 'his side', as some mundane people would put it. Yes. Of course. And manipulation was tricky work, that if you got caught on didn't work. Granted, it came as second nature to him - it was one of the fucking diagnostic criteria for his illness. And people would cuss him out a week later, but whilst they were close to him they didn't realize. And then some? Some would look back and realize and still go back to him. Cause you see, although sociopaths are the worst to have against you, they can be pretty good if they're looking after you. Okay, so yeah, maybe they do it in their own warped ways. But if the fact that Aleks had had reasonably long relationships (okay, fuck off, just cause it was in a forensic ward doesn't make it any different) should prove something.

Lying down next to Eliza, he leant in to kiss her, his hand around the back of her neck, wrapping around the wound. Fuck, this day had turned out a lot better than he had originally expected. And he smirked into the kiss, one hand going down to Eliza's waist, where James' initials lay.

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^{TAG - eliza
WORDS - just under five hundred.
NOTES - sociopathic manipulation is the shits. it happened to me far too many times. and i'm not sure if i can write it that well.
TUNES - sex changes, the dresden dolls.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[eliza]

Eliza felt him begin to pour the peroxide into the wound and she shut her eyes. It stung a little, but it probably didn’t help that the liquid was cold. As she listened to him she opened her eyes. He wanted to keep check on it? James hadn’t done that, so it was kinda new to her. Hell still being in this school created new situations even when she had been here for years.

As he ripped the tape off the roll and put it over the gauze and let it attach to her skin she smiled when he said that he was all done. She felt him press against the 3, what she presumed to be x’s that he carved into her skin, but she couldn’t be sure until she got to see them fully.

She let out a small laugh when he said that it was better than some initials. ”As long as you say so. Either way, I’m sure James will be pissed if he sees it.” she said softly as he bit the crook of her neck. Eliza turned onto her side as he leaned down and laid next to her and kissed her.

She returned the kiss and wrapped her one hand around his neck and the other rested on his side. She felt his one hand trail to her right hip, where James’ initials were carved into her skin. It wasn’t fully healed yet, but mostly. There were a few scabs still on it, but otherwise it was fine. She remember James’ reaction to her just talking to Aleksei at the party, he had become pretty possessive, and she wondered if Aleksei would become that way.

WORDS ;; 300ish
STATUS ;; Finished
TAGGED ;; Aleksei
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;;

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks smirked and giggled when Eliza said that James would be pissed. And that would make everything all spiced up, wouldn't it now? Far more interesting than the mundanity which ran this place. The drab nature of life here was really rather boring, and Aleks was personally surprised he hadn't yet actually burned down the building, instead of just thinking about it, and setting smaller things on fire. Of course, there were a few things that relieved the mundanity. For instance, the ease of getting laid if you knew the right people. But then, they were no fun, just because of that same ease that made them available. People with a bit of a challenge made the whole charade so much easier to keep up. It was so much easier to pretend you cared when people were worth something - when you caught them, instead of the prey just giving up.

Aleks rolled Eliza over, so that instead of being next to her, he was above her, pinning her to the bed. His hands moved from the back of her neck and her waist to hold onto both her wrists and pin them at her sides. There, now that was a prettier picture... He leant back slightly to look down on her. Though, you know, hands above the head were even better, especially when tied with something. And if she wasn't wearing her dress. Aleks, hold up, some sex is better than none. But then, at the same time, she hadn't seemed particularly adverse to much so far.

He leant down to kiss her again, teeth tugging at her bottom lip, relishing the power of holding her hands down while making out with her. Really, people never realised the power they lost when they lost use of their hands. Still, he had to give her back her hands if he wanted her to take her dress off. Normally he'd start with just taking someone's top off, but hey, he didn't really have that option her, the girl was wearing a fucking dress, for God's sake. Sitting back, balancing himself, with one leg either side of her waist, he let go of Eliza's wrists, and started pulling at the edge of her dress. "Take off your dress, and put your hands above your head." The words were simple instructions, without much emotion in them, and Aleks leant down to kiss her again as she did what he had told her, his hips grinding down against hers in slow circles. He paused kissing her, his hips still grinding down, and then grinned. "You know, usually I don't get people naked this quickly, so thanks for wearing a dress. Makes the whole t-shirt then jeans debacle much easier to deal with. Your loss, my gain."

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^{TAG - eliza
WORDS - just over four fifty..
NOTES - um, hello naked times?
TUNES - mad world, donnie darko.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[eliza]

Eliza smiled again as he giggled. He probably enjoyed the idea of James getting pissed about her being marked by Aleksei. He didn’t even want her near him, let alone letting him touch her. She wondered how badly James would react to knowing this information, although she would try to keep it away from him as much as possible.

Eliza let out a gasp as he rolled her over so that she was on top. It wasn’t that she didn’t want him but it surprised her. She was use to it taking a little more time that it had. As he moved her onto her back she felt him move his hands so that he pinned her wrists to the side. Eliza tried moving her arms, but with him pinning her wrists down she couldn’t. She looked up at him as he leaned back.

As he leaned down and kissed her again, his teeth tugging at her lip, she let him gain entrance into her mouth. She tried moving her arms once again, she was use to being able to move her arms and so him pinning them didn’t make it any better.

As he leaned back and finally released her wrists she went to pull him down into another kiss but he leaned back again and pulled on her dress. When he told her to take it off and to put her hands above her head she looked at him weird for a second before she finally pulled the dress over her head. As she finally pulled it over her and set it on the floor next to the bed she laid back down and was about to put her hands above her head when he leaned down and kissed her again.

As he grinded his hips into her she let out a soft moan after he broke the kiss. As he continued grinding his hips into hers, her hands fell down near her head, easily in reach of him grabbing them and pinning them above her head. She let out a small laugh as he said that he didn’t get people naked this easily. Yeah she still had on her under garments but it wasn’t that much. ”Both of our gains, unless your trying to tell me that you don’t want to fuck me. And your just going to tease me, because that will be completely horrid” she said with a smirk.

WORDS ;; 400ish
STATUS ;; Finished
TAGGED ;; Aleksei
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;;

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks smirked as took off her dress, even with the weird look she gave him (which probably came from the request to raise her hands above her head). He leant down to kiss her once she did so, and grabbed her wrists to pin them above her head, before rocking back slightly, still grinding down. Fuck, she was fucking hot like that beneath him, only in her lingerie, her hands pinned above her head. And the way Aleks was still fully dressed gave him a wonderful sense of dominance and power.

While one hand pinned both of Eliza's above her head, the other was still at her waist, before it started moving upwards to push under her bra, pale fingers beginning to tease. "Tease you? I'm far too much of a gentleman." He grinned, as he made the rotations of his hips slower and shallower for a few minutes as he bit down her neck slightly, not leaving any marks yet, before he gave into temptation and bucked his hips downward. Fuck, there were quite a few too many layers of clothing between them still, Aleks mused as he let go of Eliza's wrists for a second to strip off his shirt, letting it drop off the edge of the bed somewhere. Fuck, that was slightly better, more skin. Even if his jeans were still a bitch, and yet he couldn't quite find the conviction to stop grinding and get his pants off. Instead, he lowered his head to the crook of Eliza's neck, biting licking and sucking, intending to leave a very pretty bruise. He really didn't give a fuck if she hated bruises at the moment, he was getting what he wanted. And getting it nicely, really. He leaned back for a second, admiring his handiwork that was already blooming purple. Hot. He went back to kissing Eliza murmering into her mouth "Don't fucking move your hands" as his hands went down to the fly of his jeans, and he shucked them downward, kicking them off the end of the bed. Fuck yes, now that was better, and his hips bucked down, reveling in the loss of that one layer of denim, before his hands went up to grab onto Eliza's wrists again. Okay, yeah, if she looked down and examined his legs, she's now be able to see the assortment of scars and open cuts that covered his thighs, but he wasn't particularly thinking of that, and the part of him that was hoped Eliza would be far too fucking distracted to notice as well. Come one, now they were getting somewhere and that'd just be annoying. And maybe then were moving fast, but Aleks sorta liked fast. Not rushed, but he certainly wasn't one to lag behind.

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^{TAG - eliza
WORDS - just over four hundred and fifty.
NOTES - just so you can see aleks' tattoo's :: one||two
TUNES - gravity, the dresden dolls.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[eliza]

She returned his kiss after removing her dress. She felt her hands get pinned above her head as soon as they were near it. She felt his one hand make his way from her hip up to her breasts. As his fingers teased her breasts she smiled at his words. Too much of a gentleman, then why was he taking so long. It seemed like he just wanted to tease her since he was still fully dressed.

As his hips grinding into her slowed and became more shallower she leaned her head back against the pillows. She shut her eyes as he moved towards her neck. He knew that she didn’t want any bruises, she had told him so earlier. As he bucked his hips into hers she let out a soft moan.

As he released her hands she wanted to trail her hands along his chest and help him take off his shirt but she knew better. When he dropped the shirt to the floor she felt him once again at her neck, biting licking and sucking at it. She hoped that he wouldn’t leave a bruise, or a hickey but she didn’t think he cared right now.

As he moved his kisses back to her mouth again she returned them but she heard him murmuring not to move her hands. It was good that she hadn’t moved them already. She watched as he pulled his jeans down and kicked them off the bed. She noticed a few red marks on his legs as he pushed his jeans down, but thought nothing of it for the time being.

As he returned back to being on top of her and his hips bucked back into hers she let out another moan. She wanted to use her hands once again to pull him closer to her and strip them both of the rest of their garments but when she pulled against his hands they stayed in the same place, only budging a little.

WORDS ;; 350ish
STATUS ;; Finished
TAGGED ;; Aleksei
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;;

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks smirked as Eliza tried to pull against his hands. Yeah, babe, that was the thing about having sex with Aleksei Jakobs. He wasn't very good at letting anyone else have any power in the bedroom. He leant back slightly looking down on Eliza, his head cocked to one side, a mischievous grin on his face. "Oh, I'm sorry was there something you wanted?" Okay, yeah, maybe he fucking wanted it quite a fuckload more too, but you see, he had years of practice being the one teasing the other. Still, he had to swallow done a low moan as his hips continued grinding down. Really, however much he loved the power of teasing, it was getting to the point where he might just give in to his baser urges, which he didn't think Eliza would really give in to. In his defense, he hadn't had sex with his preferred type of foreplay... In far too long. Yeah, he might of had a relatively easy time getting laid, since he was not too bad looking, if he did say so himself. Also, alcoholics, druggies and sex addicts weren't the hardest people to get into bed, and then there were just the horny teenagers, who were also pretty willing. But the amount of people who would let themselves get cut up before sex? Yeah, the world and adolescent population were severely lacking in that department, especially for those who would let him do it without being in a long term relationship. Like Eliza... Fucking hell, she had been marked before, then let herself get marked up by Aleks. She hadn't run from the knives, from the pain. Just thinking about it made him stifle another moan as his hips bucked down again. Fuck, if he cared about social norms, he really should be so turned on by that. But really, he didn't care so it didn't matter.

He grinned slightly as the hand which wasn't pinning Eliza's wrists drift downward, skimming over her stomach, tracing over the outline of her hips (girl's hips were so different to boys, it held a sort of fascination to Aleks, even outside of the sexual), before teasing at the edge of her pants, fingers dipping in and out of the elastic, teasing, not tracings quite low enough. "So yeah, anything you needed? Hmmm?" The faux innocent expression that graced his face was only there for a few seconds before he smirked, and leant down to make out with her again, grinning to himself.

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^{TAG - eliza
WORDS - just under four twenty.
NOTES - er, sorry, he's a tease? lol
TUNES - my alcoholic friends, the dresden dolls.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}