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Post by unknown on Sept 23, 2009 11:45:32 GMT -7
Aramanatha A snack is a snack; Dinner is for people who love to eat...Amara turned to watch him in the kitchen. That smile. It seemed to appear and fade away as quickly as a rainbow. She loved the sight of it though. It made her want to smile. She rolled onto her feet and walked round the sofa, and watched him all the while. She was amused by his display of humming and preparing. She wanted to giggle, but she was vampire and as she was told, they did not giggle.
She moved slightly closer, the apartment growing on her slowly. She ran her hand over the wallpaper to feel it's coolness, but she was still not satisfied by it. She turned towards the kicthen as Kyrarei leaned nonchalantly against the counter, and for a second she wished he would slip. This placed a smirk on her face, and she shook her head to answer his question.
"Nothing."
It was a simple enough answer. She took a step towards the sofa, her eyes travelled around the apartment quickly and laid to rest on her jacket. Her mind buzzed for some reason, maybe the drugs that now circulated in her system. She turned and leant aginst the back of the sofa, hands at either side propping her up. If she's fallen back it would have been a comfortable landing.
Notes: None Word Count: 214 |
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Post by redemption on Sept 23, 2009 11:53:25 GMT -7
He watched her for a little while longer. His eyes focusing on the way she moved, so gentle, almost... floating in her gracefulness. He wanted to move like that. he knew he could if he tried, but did not desire to. his movements were almost cat-like. All of them. From his feral smirk to the way he made love. Everything was perfectly feline. His body was thin and agile. And Not too terrible on the eye either. He ran a hand quickly through his unruly hair, a light growl in his throat. His eyes stared at her, as if he were contemplating something.
So much for contemplation. He leapt up onto the counter and nearly vaulted himself over it, pouncing on her much like a cat on a mouse. He smirked a bit, one of his fangs poking out of his mouth. "So Mi'lady? Need any more enjoyment?" His eyes were turning that luscious bloody color again, fading now from pink to red. He felt himself stir inside. He wasn't sure exactly what it was, lust maybe, but lust for what? Not for drugs, and not exactly for any kind of sexual pleasure, as nice as that would be. No. He wanted company. Someone that would be there through his stupidity. But that was just the thing. He was stupid. And always lost that company.
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Post by unknown on Sept 23, 2009 12:04:32 GMT -7
Aramanatha Everyone craves something; I crave everythingShe was shocked to find him on her so quickly. One second he was in the kitchen and next he's stood, towering over her. She watched him, his sweet fang hanging out his mouth slightly and her hands, un-beknown to her, ran up his arm gently and rested on his muscles. She squeezed slightly and rose slowly on her toes. A smirk grew slowly on her lips as she grew closer to him, her eyes flicking from his mouth to his eyes and back.
"What sort of entertainment did you have in mind?"
She said, playfully. She took his changing eyes as a sign and withdrew from him slightly. Her eyes stayed glued to his eyes and his mouth. She felt nothing for this poor vampire, except a small lust that grew slowly. She ran her hands slightly downward, a motion which carried nothing. She was relaxed, and loving this attention, which had been so long in waiting.She was fixated by his breathing, addicted to the colour his eyes went and dazzled by the way he felt under her soft fingers.
Notes: BULLS EYE!  Word Count: 180 |
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Post by redemption on Sept 24, 2009 11:46:00 GMT -7
A bit of the growl left his throat again. Not as gentle as it had been before. "Well, anything Mi'lady might find interesting. Such an outstanding woman such as yourself.." His voice was deeper, more seductive now than it had been before, his eyes staring into hers. "Maybe another bite? Maybe something..." He moved closer, pressing her completely against him and ran his fingertips lightly up her back "..more?" He questioned seductively, his eyes still never leaving hers.
He had to admit, this was getting to be rather fun for him, but he didn't want to automatically jump to conclusions. After all, if she wasn't interested in his offer, he would not get himself completely worked up for it. He smirked and leaned down a little to press his lips lightly to her jaw line. If she responded in a way that meant she wanted him. He would give her what she desired. If she wanted just to toy with him and leave him there, that would probably be fine by his standards too. As long as she didn't leave him tied up or anything. He supposed that would be a bit too much trouble to get out of.
((so are we gonna have to take this to pm's or what? lmao.And where do you live btw, just naturally curious. you dont have to tell me if you dont want to.))
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Post by unknown on Sept 24, 2009 12:16:03 GMT -7
Aramanatha Lovers quarrels never cease...Her heartbeat began banging against her chest so hard she found it hard to breath. She took a sharp yet short breath and watched him, amazed. She took a pause and as she felt his finegrs roll down her back, a shiver was released that made her move into him more. She kept her hands planed on his arms and she smiled. She knew what he wanted, by the tone of his voice and his actions.
"More sounds interesting..."
She said, conivincingly sweet. Her eyes followed his as they moved and she felt she could read his mind. Her mouth wanted his, even if it was for a split second. She relaxed under his touch, unaware she had forgotten to breath. She took another sharp, cold breath and leant back against the sofa more, urging him to get closer. A game she liked to play, chase me. She closed her eyes for second, but to her it felt more like 30 seconds. As she reopened then her hands moved up in one swift movement and rested on his shoulders.
Notes: Well, she lives in the Windsor Castle but wants another place and I think we better go to PM'S Word Count: 177 |
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