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Post by Little Lion on Oct 5, 2008 18:13:32 GMT -7
Tyler was listening to Shayla's complaints bubbling out in verbal hate. He hadn't realized just how tight his grip was getting around the bottle until she'd pointed out to him the white knuckled grip, sweetly cautioning against it. "Nn, I hate her." Tyler murmured, throwing himself forward in his seat, his elbows crashing against the bar as his hands plunged through his hair. It wasn't much of an insult towards Lilly but was solid truth. She got under his skin. He gave his head a small shake, he wouldn't tell Shayla to do worse to Lilly. It just seemed like something to low to achieve. "Caleb's her biggest weakness." Tyler murmured, Shayla was easilly able to prod things out of the pissed off demon. Besides, demons had no reason to hold such things to themselves. "She's not human, I know it but I can't quite place what it is." He murmured, frustration gripping tight on his stomach. Tyler didn't bother fratnizing with the red head enough to place her race but he knew she was far from human. He was positive the day she found out Caleb's little secret that it had to be that way.
[xD I was convinced]
Feeling the cooler touch close around his hand, he paused in his current duties, the gentle blue eyes shifting from her cheek to focus on her eyes. A nearly unnoticeable smile formed on the edges of his lips as just enough to say he would try and do as she asked, if he had even heard her. His eyes had trailed away from hers and back to her cheeks. He'd been rather quiet after his appology, his own breathing was for once strangely shallow and unearthly quiet compaired to hers. His right hand, still grasping the towel came to a knuckled rest on the counter on the opposite side of her legs, positioning them between his body and that arm. His left hand had risen to her jaw line, catching hold in a light touch. No verbal answer came for her questions, just the physical touch of his lips against her cheek in what might have been a kiss of assurance. The placement was just to the side of the scratches. His lips skimmed from their spot, closer to the scratch, meeting the sparkling ruby remnants in a kiss boardering the lines of a light lick.
[dominated]
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Post by Dara on Oct 6, 2008 15:27:24 GMT -7
Shayla listened to Tyler's grumblings, it seemed to her anyway that this little red haired she-devil needed to be brought down a peg or three, but she'd have to be discreet, to whisper sweet nothings in Tyler's ears just long enough to stick around and cause a little mayhem, a little Mischief, and if it caused Bad Press so what..... Wasnt all Press a good thing to a Rock Band?
She thought so anyway.
"mmm relax do you want her to spoil the good vibes we had going earlier?"Shayla asked softly, her heart was no longer in this, but there was only the one soliatry clue to her dark mood, she was still a soft silvery neko .She reclaimed her seat after a soft chaste kiss to his dark hair her fingers stroked his thigh giving the quiet impression she was willing to offer more if he repriocated her soft touches, but on the flip side if he didnt she'd back off for now at least .
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Post by Asphyxia on Oct 7, 2008 5:24:36 GMT -7
Seeing the no response, Lilly's liquid grays lamped down quietly to her own lap, stuffing her hands in between her slender, icy legs, knowing that waiting for one had no avail. Her head kept the same angled tilt to the back so her adoration could clean her up, but her eyelids kept down after meeting the brief encounter of his glance into her. It seemed to be harnessing strings in her that triggered their uprising moments to glory, but the goddess had enough for one day. And then the sensation of a wet brusque bristles left her cheek to only be replaced with someone she cherished, someone she appraised more than anything at the moment, something that drove her body to the point of insanity. The warm lips of her saint over her newly wounded cheek that started to heal a little slowly since her focus wasn't on her body anymore. Her eyes closed, her hands clamped into fists, giving into the sensation with just the small slant of her body, coming down in accentuating curves to the left but there was more an edge to the kiss. Lilly had found herself stiffened in place, her hands paused in mid-air and her eyes wider than a cat's. Caleb's edging lick to her crimson drips had caught her off-guard which sent a higher pitched octave than usual through her lips, sounding more like an involuntary, silvery trill than a screech. "Cat got my tongue..." she muttered rather muted to herself, closing her legs tighter than usual, but closing her eyes as well to savor the writhing warm aching into her skin.
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Post by Little Lion on Oct 7, 2008 19:07:32 GMT -7
Tyler's eyes shifted from their hard stare as Shayla pointed out Lilly's silent win of spoiling his mood even with out her presence. It broke the tension seering through his body, his shoulders slowly sinking back to a causual, slummped level. He brought the beer to his lips and with in seconds had caused at least half to vanish from the bottle. The touch of her fingers settling on his thigh drew his attention back to her in a sideways stare which moments later caused his head to follow. "When you change your mind, you really 180." He murmured, it's meaning perhaps lost to anyone but himself and the quick witted. Compaired to the woman he'd tried to pick up at the park, stubborn and spiteful towards him she had certainly become quite open, nearly easy though there were parts he couldn't decode. He leaned across the small distance between their chairs, catching her in a small kiss - the acceptance move to her touch.
In the brief, whirling instant of time caught between the lines of insanity, instinct and bliss, the saint's innocent blues caught a hardening edge, the darkness of the pupils shrinking to dots as though he were staring into a light that wasn't there. The taller form leaned closer to his adoration in an effortless curve, one leg pressing against hers in the closer encounter. A muffled thump marked the slip of the towel from his hand to the floor when his right right hand made a slow rise to her face, catching on the left side of her face in a light touch. His left hand slid from her face to neck a simple hold now that'd he'd drawn closer, he was blissfully unaware of the tension his strange behavior had caused in her. His tounge again slid across her slowly seeping wound and with a slow inhale, the scent of her sweet blood made his head spin to a point of a dull throb. It was in this brief pause that what part of his concious left in his natural control had caught sound of the word, 'cat' and broken his trance forcing his body to stiffen against hers in slow realization. His face came away from hers, several hard blinks clearing the fixated look on his eyes and his tounge swept along the insides of his mouth savoring and yet erasing the last tastse of hers. "Wh... What?" He asked, a reaction to what she had said rather then what he had done. As the words settled in the air, his eyes stole towards the mirror in time to catch the fading remnants of the unnatural look in his eyes and the strange traces of the blood near his mouth.
[your words hurt him xD hahaha]
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Post by Asphyxia on Oct 7, 2008 20:44:29 GMT -7
Hindered by all the passionate tension going on, the goddess had kept her stiffened position on top of the counter, feeling more and more the heat emanating from her saint's body press against hers. His warm tongue traced faint lines now over her cheek, still capturing remnants of crimson, bringing her in a succumbing sensation, giving into his touch. Her rosy lips had already parted, her legs contracting together in hardening pressure, her fingers taking a handful of her thighs, slowly taking in his musky, heaven scent. It seemed the more he prodded into intensifying body heat, the more the vampire princess lost her mind in his touch, his scent... until Caleb had decided to come into a stop from his own dull haze, effervescing from her ruby drops. The faint air he spoke in didn't wake Lilly from her own high, but suddenly broke off until she could no longer distinct the warm air surrounding her or her own adoration being so close to her smooth-glass body. Her eyelids opened one after the other in hesitation from a groggy trip, her eyes blurring out the focus until finding the tall saint standing right in front of her with an air of almost sulking again. "...huh?" The goddess huffed in her low-musical soprano, almost sounding like a windy whisper. The shift in color of her eyes, blending into the icy blues, slowly drifted into the the blood gracefully decoration Caleb's lips. Her own tongue slowly traced the tip inside of her mouth, almost savoring the rusty, salty substance glinting crimson off his pink lines. The impulse was strong; Lilly being a vampire didn't help and Caleb knowing this might've not helped either. The slender figure curved already into her lean, the inches between both their ivory faces apart by one centimeter, letting her cool breath sweep over the saint's lips. As if to aim for a kiss, the inhuman eyes kept their lock on the tainted lips, her own now astray again, her silky tongue slowly tracing the lower, slender lines of her adoration's pink lips, curving along with the movements until reaching the crimson remains from her own, taking them in and whimpering in indulgence.
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Post by Dara on Oct 8, 2008 4:52:30 GMT -7
[what? Not even Lilly can call Caleb a kitty cat awww[lilly jumped my turn too....]
Shayla had been about to comment on the 180 thing when his kiss claimed her lips in the briefest of moments. She let it be the briefest of kisses, she hated to be too passionate ,that way , in public nor did she share her man of the Moment.
Taking a moment to catch her breath she found her answer "Well I hope you're not complaining, and I didnt think you wanted that bitch to spoil our evening Tyler"She purred his name softly, the feline form making its Mark. on her vocal cords.
"Mmm tell me do you like this feline me... or would you prefer i lost the ears and tail?" She asked as her fingers delicately ran up and down Tylers thigh
Normanlly she'd return to her more human look once a threat had passed but some boys liked the little kitty look, and she did want to pander to Tylers need. After all this boy had his uses and she wasnt going to let him go yet not while he was still ,, so intresting..... so intoxitcating to her..
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Post by Little Lion on Oct 19, 2008 15:50:44 GMT -7
[he'd rather never hear the word ever... and I told her to xD the impatience of old]
Caleb had stood in his groggy transfiction, glued mindlessly to the sight of the vampiress leaning towards him effortlessly regaining the space he'd put between them. His simplistic transfixtion was broken by the touch of her tounge along his lips. Something clicked in his mind, reverberating through his system like the echo of a snapping twig in a quiet forest. The saint's body moved back into the cradleing reach of his vampiress. The warmth of his body leaving him, in counter action with her cool skin, worked only like the suction of a vaccum. His right hand magnitized to her hip with a wanton grip while his left hand made a gingerly skim up her arm to her shoulder. The soft whimpers of his girlfriend were met with a quieting kiss, partly tounge stealing back the remnant taste.
Tyler's head gave such a small shake the only note it was there was the sway of the overgrown bangs. "No... I don't complain." He murmured, his lips twisting into an odd smirk. He had little attention span, especially for thought on such a horrible thorn in the side as Lilly. Shayla proved distracting enough so he took her lead. "Mmm." His eyes moved in a slow blink. The sensation of her hands proving instantly relaxing. "Maybe some other day. You should lose them, I'm not in the mood for cats tonight." He spoke with restrained annoyance, Caleb simply spoiled the would be beauty of the woman before him. He was careful of how he broke the news to Shayla, thinking her capable of being touchy.
[mmm =/ I'm a little blank on Tyler. his personality is a little vague so I'm not really sure what he would do and I don't want to drop in on another character's personality]
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Post by Dara on Oct 19, 2008 21:07:50 GMT -7
[mm okay]
A soft smile danced on her lips, although on her short record shed been touch so far about one or two things Tyler although he hadnt said much whilst they where sat here, the soft hint that she might last more than a night with this Rockstar. After all wasnt that part of her plans.
"No claws? No ears? No tail?"Although her sentance was formed within question marks it was a question that didnt need to be answered as the soft feline traits dissappered leaving him with silvery girl he'd met in the park wo was playing with fire as her hands wandered up to forbidden areas tracing the top of his thigh, although she ran a stray finger along the top she avoided his groin. Getting him aroused here wasnt in he Agenda she'd have to steer things to a more private settng first.
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Post by Asphyxia on Oct 20, 2008 5:21:04 GMT -7
The thick trip of heavenly hell intensified in between the star-crossed lover's as the moves in between them bind them solely for one target that had initiated all like some ritual: Lilly's rich, vigorous blood. Even Caleb would know it wasn't her blood completely, per say, but at the moment it was matter of interest diminished. The goddess could feel herself tensing just the smallest when his responding movements caught her off guard even if she should expect this from many times of experience. She didn't expect the act to drown that far and she was already succumbed into her adoring little succubus. The warm blood that pooled underneath and thrashed through his veins burned through Lilly's skin, making her body instinctively scoot closer to the source of warmth until Caleb retaliated contently their moment with one in a million of their treasuring kisses. She also noticed how slick he was in tying the movement in to steal the indulgence from her, a shared battle for the same indulging substance that sucked in both. The instinct didn't have to kick into her to ricochet the movement in a more slow and passionate moment, swaying, granite arms slowly tracing their silky way across the saint's velvety skin and perching in places claimed to be hers momentarily. [no, not that so fast. xD] Her hands, however, had another plan, contradicting the movement to speed it upwards and trace along the lines of his warm neck, feeling the blood gushing down his veins and his pounding pulse rising into her ears. The hands finally tied behind his neck, wrapping around him tenderly in an embrace, having distinct plans for five minutes into the future.
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Post by Little Lion on Oct 25, 2008 12:17:24 GMT -7
The torturous, flood water rush of emotion and impulse was beyond the young man's reasoning. It throbbed through his head till it numbed his sentiment and all intelligence outside basic instinct, thrusting the now ignorant saint into the role of easy victum to the beuatifully, toxic creature now cradling him in the soft, embrace of comfort he'd known as a safe haven. The facinated man's breath came in short, shallow inhales and exhales scattered by the on and off contact of the inexplainably craved kiss. As the breaths came in heavier, the sound wasn't enough to mask the quickening pace of his excitedly pounding heart from the vampiress' keen ears. The rush of blood continued to warm his skin and turned the color of his cheeks a color of sheer rose, purified in contrast to the porcelain color of his lovers. The feeling of silken fingers lacing behind his neck relayed in his mind an unspoken signal to inch closer to the alluring paramour. Caleb's hand had moved from her shoulder finding her perch no longer comfortable in their current entanglement. The weighter touch moved down the gentle arch of her back releasing in subtle force the want to inch her across the bathroom counter, closer to his enticing form.
[xD talen, I need to throw around some ideas about Tyler. I have half the response to your post]
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Post by Asphyxia on Nov 3, 2008 15:05:21 GMT -7
[getting to it in the bathroom, bahaha.]
The porcelain goddess' ears perked up, hearing the pounding heart throb faster in her ears with each alluring beat that it took. The accelerated pace gave her something more to look forward to, perhaps to even know their next move. While her fingers gently glided through the silk membrane of his skin, her fingertips traced the pooling blood underneath his cheek, feeling the warmth emanating in coagulating shades of amaranths. It clouded her mind, teetering a tantrum in her mind between the blood flushing his body and the one pumping freshly and directly from the source of the indulgence. The fluids already began to fill her mouth, her tongue gently caressing along his whilst the perch of his hand tracing down her curvacious body instinctively inched her feets closer towards the counter of the bathroom, pulling her adoration along the way, sprawling herself slow. Cleaning her wound was now forgotten. Their indulging, neverending bliss of passion fulfilled and hindered every membrane of logical thought in both of the saint's mind, ending up in one of their many, curling positions they so much cherished.
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