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Post by Laurel Serephine Forsyth on Mar 18, 2013 21:17:53 GMT -5
The irritation was a quick flash across her face as she lifted a hand to wave away the smoke that he blew at her. She wasn't a fan of smoking but that didn't mean she was going to be a bitch and tell him to stop. Maybe, if it got annoying enough, she'd just reach out and take care of the problem herself, steal his cigarette and then crush it beneath her boot, but she could deal. Mostly because he had been a rather good source of entertainment and she wasn't about to give it up. Not because she was being a brat about the smoke. Though his comment about knowing of things worse than smoking had her pausing. She wondered if he was a druggie, the big bad biker look did lean towards that, but she was one to know that appearances weren't everything.
Besides, she doubted it, he didn't seem quite like the type to do drugs. However, that didn't discount the fact that he couldn't somehow be involved with the drug scene. The thoughts were quick, brief and forgotten. Truthfully she wouldn't have given a rat's ass if he did, she'd had her little episode with the world of drugs. Something she wasn't going to get into. New Orleans had been a great time, but it'd also taught her things, things her mother should have warned her about. Thank god that she had steady friends and a father who had given a rats ass about her. She was getting distracted, she always got a bit distracted when she got tipsy, a frown coming to her face before the sound of Micha's wings taking to the air broke her from her memories.
She smiled easily at Tripp, her grip loosening on her bicep after she had gripped it tightly during her side trip down memory lane. Dangerous path to take, that memory lane. "Never said you shouldn't, just said it was nasty" She replied easily with a shrug of her shoulders. Which reminded her that she was a bit chilly. She'd have to get her sweater out of the bag when Micha brought it over to her. Her lips twitched into a smile as he commented on how the leather would protect him if he ate shit if his motorcycle crashed. "Fair enough" Her eyebrow lifted as he told her that she'd look good in it, and nothing else and she couldn't help the laugh at that. "Wouldn't you like that? Sorry sugar, I don't foresee that little situation happening any time soon"
And at that precise moment her bag dropped and she smiled as she heard the clinking of the cans and the familiar weight of the bag's strap. The bag itself was old, a little dirty, and a treasured object, something that had been with her for a very long time. She was reminded of the chill as she was forced to unfold her arms to catch the bag, her thoughts going to the sweater in the bag before she glanced over at Micha. She smiled lightly at the bird who still had her eyes trained on the man, until Tripp flicked his cigarette butt at her. Her lips tugged down into a frown. "Yeah, not so cute when she gauges your eyes out Skippy, I wouldn't piss her off." Perhaps a bit snippy, but Laurel was rather protective of Micha and even if the butt wouldn't have done anything to the bird.
Well, it was Micha. She'd had Micha since the bird was a baby, raised her and regarded her as a true friend. It was hard not to see Micha as a dear friend, not when she could communicate so easily to the bird. She was just getting ready to dig through her bag to find her sweater when he spoke again, offering his jacket and she blinked. From the little bit that she'd known the man she pegged him as the kind who didn't give a fuck about anyone else. Not the kind to offer up a jacket. It took her half a moment to decide before she was shrugging. "Sure, alright" She said simply as she slipped her arms through the jacket. He was right, it was warm, and it smelt like him. She slung the bag over her shoulder after he'd helped her slip on the leather jacket, which was actually rather comfy.
And big on her. The fucker was more like a blanket than a jacket to be truthful. Oh well. "Holy hell, I'll end up getting lost in this" She grinned at him, shrugging her shoulders to snuggle against the leather a little bit. "But thanks, it is warm" However, there was someone who wasn't very happy that Laurel was getting cozy enough with this random guy to accept his jacket. Laurel, what are you doing? And..hey! Tell him to back off! The little bird ruffled her feathers, fidgeting back and forth on the trash can as Tripp's arm slipped around her waist, she just laughed. "Relax Micha, I doubt he's going to kidnap me or some shit" She tossed over her shoulder as she allowed Tripp to direct her down the alleyway. Her gaze tilted up to him, a grin on her face.
"Of course I feel obligated to warn you, if that is your intentions, you're going to get your ass kicked" That, of course, was an assumption, though Laurel was rather confident in her own abilities to protect herself, she didn't exactly know who this guy was, or his status as a vampire. Laurel was going to assume that she was the stronger one, even if he sported muscles that made her look like a damn twig. She was, after all, a Forsyth, they weren't known for being push overs. Micha, who wasn't reassured by Lau's words had taken to the sky, following them closely, oh so very ready to find the nearest Hunters in case the man who had his arm wrapped around Lau's waist did anything she didn't agree with. Sometimes that bird could be worse than her father.
She rose an eyebrow as his arm left her waist and he grabbed her hand, her lips twitching in amusement as he tugged her to a building, which he promptly broke into. She laughed lightly, grinning at him as he offered to let her go first. "Breaking and entering huh? Badass my friend" She teased lightly as she stepped through the door. She frowned lightly, her nose scrunching up when she caught a whiff of...something familiar. Huh. Odd. She pondered it as she wandered deeper into whatever place Tripp had broken them into, which appeared to be a furniture store, a nice one at that. It hit her a few seconds later. She knew that smell, she remembered it. From her time in New Orleans. Drugs. He had drugs on him. Her head tilted down to look at the jacket briefly and her fingers twitched.
No, dammit, no. That was done and over with, she wouldn't go there again, 'rehab' had been hell for her. She wasn't going to sink there again. Besides, she was stronger than that, she wasn't a druggie. She shoved her hands in her jeans pockets, so they wouldn't go through his pockets, and turned back to him, an eyebrow raising. "You broke us into a furniture store?" Tag: Tripp Words: 1225 Notes: HOLY HELL WOMAN, look what you do for my word count!
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Post by Tripp Sanders on Mar 18, 2013 22:19:21 GMT -5
Tripp laughed when she teased him about breaking an entering. It was either that or spend time wondering the alleyways in awkward silence. The club had been busy and being outside in the night air was nice but a tad bit chillier than he had liked. The furniture store was cozier and much more private. He liked it much better than the other options.
His eyes followed her as she entered the door he held open for her and he just stood there or a second. His jacket was huge on her, but he liked the way it looked. Tripp shook his head and tugged the door shut behind him. It was a little too dark for his liking and he started to look for an old lamp or something. “Yeah…It’s been closed down for quite a while.” [/i] Luckily the place was still well stocked and Tripp located a lamp. It was pure luck that when he pulled the little cord the light worked. Sweet. Most of the furniture was covered by sheets, it looked as if the owners couldn’t afford to moving everything that they didn’t sell out and just covered it all to store it there. “Ok, so a furniture store isn’t that badass.” He teased looking back at her as he started to tug some sheets off of furniture. They whole time he was doing this he kept wondering glancing back at Laurel from time to time. She hadn’t put her hands in his jacket pockets yet. It was weird for him to worry about whether or not a girl found out about the drugs he usually had one him. So why did he care now? He wasn’t quite sure at the moment and it made him feel a little nervous. Again he absentmindedly chewed on his lip rig while he moved about trying to find a comfortable place. Maybe it was because she acted differently than most of the females he interacted with…or his buzz was starting to mellow him out. Either way it was not normal for him. He uncovered a few plush chairs, some other odd looking pieces and he stopped when he found an epically deep and plush couch. A grin flashed across his face. “Ta-da!” He wanted to take Laurel by the hands and pull her over to the couch, he wanted to sit down and tug her down to sit upon his lap but after the comment about getting his ass kicked for having intentions of getting her naked, he thought he’d better not. So instead Tripp flopped himself down upon the couch and spread his arms out. Give her some space, maybe she’d come over and plop down too? Tonight started off like every other night, talking to a girl like every other one and yet it was starting to become clear to him that this was not like any other ordinary night and she was not an ordinary girl, not by far. “It’s comfortable too.” He patted a spot next to him, inviting her to join him. “Join me?” He smiled at her, like almost really smiled, dimples and all. “I won’t bite…unless you ask me too.” He teased her and snapped his teeth a little for emphasis. Surely it had to be the alcohol wearing off that had him so relaxed all of a sudden. Tripp was not one to ever let his walls down around anyone. Well anyone except for his little sister Lilly. She saw him at his best and worst and loved him all the same. Deep down he missed her. The fact that he didn’t know where she was made him feel uneasy. It was his job to protect her and he didn’t even know where she was or if she was still human. What kind of protector was that? Everyone he knew didn’t even know he had a sister let alone that he kept a box of her letters tucked away in his room. Walls. No one was able to break through Tripp’s very well built walls. Not that he was suddenly letting a girl he barely knew in, but rather he was just starting to get a little comfortable. Nothing wrong with that, was there? He held his hands out to her. “Come on paint girl…kiss me and I might tell you my name.” There it was again, his tone teasing her just a bit. [/blockquote] Words:733 Muse: Whoa got all weird and soft. What is happening??? Notes: i have no idea.
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Post by Laurel Serephine Forsyth on Mar 19, 2013 14:06:18 GMT -5
She had no reservations in going straight into the building, taking a good look at all the covered furniture in the store. A furniture store. She laughed lightly, not the most dangerous place she'd ever broken into before, but it was amusing none-the-less. And much less, hectic, than the club. It seemed that with Laurel she liked to dabble in just about everything, in moderation of course. Some days she would party hard core, other times she'd enjoy just sitting in, watching movies or painting. Depended on the day really. Right now? She wasn't quite sure what she was in the mood for. The discovery that he had drugs in his coat was a bit unsettling, if only because it tested her control over herself. She lifted up a sheet covering a nice looking chair when he mentioned that the place had been closed down for a while.
"Huh, some fancy shit in here" She murmured, mostly so she was talking, and not thinking. Usually she didn't worry this much about her own control, mostly because it had been so very long since she'd had her little episode in New Orleans, but they were right there. She merely needed to reach into his pocket, and they'd be right there. Though it did make sense to her now, why that kid interrupted him, the quiet exchange, it made sense now. He was probably a dealer, wouldn't surprise her in the least really. She was doing it again, being judgmental. Oh well, not like he could get offended by her thinking that. Her hands had started to migrate to the pockets, more out of habit than anything when he turned a lamp on and the brightness caught her. Putting her hands in his pockets was, she decided, a very bad idea.
So she found a table, setting the bag that was slung over her shoulder on it and rummaging through it for the hair tie, pulling her hair up into a messy bun. Mostly to give her hands something to do, other than dig around through his pockets, though it exposed the little black bird tattoo at the back of her neck. Not that she cared. She laughed lightly at his comment about the furniture store not being particularly badass. She glanced over at him, grinning. "Not at all actually, but it's probably infinitely more comfortable than other places" Which was fantastic, because she felt like she'd been on her feet for days. She hadn't, but still, running around the city with spray paint and then going to the club, only to stand among sweating patrons for however long, wasn't exactly the most comfortable sensation.
She grinned at his 'ta da' as he uncovered a couch. Not just any couch, one that looked so fantastically comfy. She bet if she sat in it she'd just sink right into heaven. Perhaps the choice of boot she wore at the moment hadn't been her most brilliant option. "Looks comfortable" She told him as he flopped down, though she wasn't done with her bag just yet, turning back to rummage through it some more. I don't like you alone in there with him, come out right now, or let me in She grinned at the sound of Micha's voice in her head. She had no doubt that the bird would be sitting right outside of the door, glaring at it. She looked over at Tripp when he asked her to join him and she smiled softly. "Yeah, just one second" At his comment about biting she shook her head lightly, her smile spreading across her face.
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" She threw over her shoulder as she dug out an envelope and a little baggie filled with meat strips. She had meant to do this earlier, send of the letter to her dad before she started her little painting expedition, but she'd gotten distracted. So now she made her way back to the door, opening it slightly to peek out at Micha, who was indeed teetering on the edge of a dumpster a few feet away from the door. "Here, take this to dad kay? Thanks love" She smiled at the bird, offering Micha a strip of meat as the bird flew over to take the envelop, and the meat. I'll be RIGHT back, then we should go home Lau Laurel only smiled and watched the bird go. It took her half a minute to dissuade herself from going through Tripp's jacket.
She made her way back into the store, throwing the baggie back near her bag (which she was sure he'd be able to see her sweater, oops), then made her way to that couch that looked very very comfortable. "Another late night delivery" She winked at him, figuring he'd be somewhat curious as to why she had made the beeline for the door. Her head tilted to the side, ever so slightly as she paused just before the couch. "Oh, that isn't how it works, stud" She grinned, they were back to that one, it still made her giggle a bit on the inside. "See, you tell me your name, then I'll give you a kiss" She spoke as she plopped down next to him, her head tilting to the side to look at him. "And it'll definitely be worth it" Then Laurel made the mistake of shoving her hands into the jacket's pockets, having not given even one thought about it.
Her face scrunched up as her fingers made contact with the objects within his pockets and she immediately bit her lip. "Oh." Was all she could say for a moment before she very gingerly retracted her hands from his pockets, making an effort in not pulling out whatever he had in there. She hadn't looked away from him, because at this precise moment keeping eye contact with him was the one thing that was keeping her from shoving her hands back into his pockets and finding out exactly what he had in there. "This couch is incredibly comfortable" She murmured after a moment. Perhaps he would get it, not comment on the drugs he had in the pockets of his coat, and keep the subject safely away from that. She figured there was some sort of strain present on her face, just a hint breaking through her control.
She didn't have any doubt that he knew what an addict looked like, and while she hadn't been addicted in a very very long time There was surely still that underlying need. Because she could very clearly remember the times she was under the influence of drugs. "I would really like to know what your name is Skippy" There, stick with that, it was her mission, her goal. She wanted to know his name, so she should stick to that. Tag: Tripp Words: 1173 Notes: a lil weird, sorry xD
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Post by Tripp Sanders on Mar 21, 2013 15:04:00 GMT -5
Tripp had been by this old store what felt like a million times and this was the first time he decided to have a look inside. He was actually really pleased that his curiosity had paid off. The place wasn’t heated but it was still a lot warmer than being outside in the chilly air. Tripp got comfortable on the big couch he had found, his gaze followed Laurel and he smiled a little bigger when she said she would join him in just a moment. He watched her as she dug around in her bag, there was just a way about how she moved that was captivating to him. Maybe it was his buzz or maybe he was just now noticing it now that they were away from the busy atmosphere of the club. He laughed a little when she teased him about his biting comment. Of course the thought of sinking his fangs into her delicately smooth skin had crossed his mind. It was an wonderfully erotic feeling that just couldn’t be described in words and it had crossed his mind how he would enjoy sharing that with her. The way she had been playing hard to get he was certain it would take quite a lot of persistence to persuade her.
He found himself chewing on his bottom lip while he watched her interact with the bird. What was it with the birdy messenger service she had going on? At least she had a predator bird and not a pigeon or something wimpy like that. He couldn’t help but smile at her as she turned back around to approach him, his eyes followed the baggy she threw towards her bad. A sweater? Oh really? She could have turned him down when he offered her his jacket and she didn’t. Maybe he was breaking through her walls a little too. She wasn't falling for his tricks too easily though, she informed him that a kiss would come after he told her his name. Where was the fun in that? If he gave up so easily their little game would be over now wouldn't it? He didn't want to lose her interest, so he took a second to ponder that. He had no doubts that kissing her again would be worth it.
While he was debating on what he was to do next she plopped down on the sofa, his eyes followed her as she did so. When her face scrunched up he didn't miss it, his gaze flicked from his pockets to her face again. Well...she had to have felt the little plastic baggies in there. Each one was black with a different colored skull on it, a different color for each drug he sold. Since he had made his rounds earlier this evening there weren't many left, but there were a few. The look on her face had changed though he could tell she was trying to cover something up. He chewed on his lip again, silly habit but he did it without thinking, his eyes studied her for a moment his face a little more serious.
To most others he looked like the bad ass guy that would partake in recreational drug use, but he definitely was not that kind of guy. Did she think the drugs in his pockets were his to use? He wouldn't know unless he made it clear to her that he was only a dealer not a user. He straightened up a little so that he could lean toward her better. Smoothly he reached over and grabbed the edge of his jacket, his other hand slipped in and grabbed something out of an inner pocket. He held up a wad of cash. "I deal." [/i]i He tucked the cash into his back pocket of his pants Ashe talked. "I don't use." It was the most serious he had been all night, his eyes studied hers for a moment. He didn't want to ruin the night; he couldn't stop thinking about her soft lips. "Ok?"He had no idea how he expected her to react, there was such a wide range of ways it could go, but there was something inside him that needed it to be made crystal clear that he was in it for the cash not to get high. The look on his face softened when his lips turned up into a bit of a smile. "Why would I tell you my name first? Then our little game would be over?"[/i] He teased her lightly is head tilting to the side just a bit. He didn't want this game to be over, he wasn't ready to give in so easily. [/blockquote] Words: 780 Muse: whoa
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Post by Laurel Serephine Forsyth on Mar 21, 2013 19:36:30 GMT -5
As she had thought, it had been a mistake to put her hands in the pockets, to feel the little baggies that each held a different sort of drug. Her hands were slow in their moving from those pockets and she could feel her fingers twitching, knowing how very easy it'd be to just pull one of those baggies out of the leather jacket's pockets. It shouldn't be such a big deal, she tried to reason with herself, she should be able to just take her hands out of the pockets and the urge would go away. She was much stronger than this, she wouldn't let the urge overcome her and she most certainly wouldn't let the man before her see any of the weakness she could feel simmering just beneath the surface. So the moment that her hands left the pockets one slid to rest underneath a thigh, keeping it stationed there.
She tried to make it seem natural, just a normal movement even though the whole point of it was to keep her hand occupied and away from the pockets. He moved then, straightening a bit and leaning towards her and her first instinct was to lean away, go on the defensive. But she wasn't some feral creature, and she could control herself enough to raise an eyebrow at him as he grasped his jacket, reaching into an inner pocket and pulling out cash. His sudden serious demeanor had her bristling, for reasons unknown to her and her own expression turned stony. He told her that he didn't use, that he was solely a dealer and she her lips turned down into a frown. "That's not what I'm worried about" Though it was a relief, knowing for sure that he didn't. Laurel knew her limits and hanging out with a bunch of druggies was not going to help the whole staying clean thing.
She wondered briefly why he was so intent on making sure she knew that he wasn't a user. It gave her a chance to break away from the thoughts of what he had in his pockets for a moment. Skippy, for she was thinking of just naming him that now, did not seem like the type to give a shit about what anyone thought of him. So why did he care if she thought he was a user? "Yeah, okay" She consented after a moment with a shrug of her shoulders, her voice having a sharper tinge to it. She was getting touchy, that wasn't good. It was the soft smile that caused her irritation to go away and she shook her head slightly before letting it fall back against the couch. "You know, I'm kinda fond of Skippy, I might just have to rename you" And that was that. Her previous irritation melted away and the grin came back to her face.
Laurel may have a quick temper, a nasty one at that, but it easily left, she could easily calm herself down and proceed as if nothing happened. She got mad yes, but she usually didn't stay mad for very long. She lifted an eyebrow as her head tilted to look over at him. "We'd just have to start a new game" She sighed then, a bit dramatically as she relaxed against the couch, hands still securely held underneath her thighs. "But I wasn't lyin' to you cutie pie" Her face scrunched up again, though this time it was more of the playful kind rather than surprise. "Huh, don't like that one as much, anyways, I don't associate with nameless men" Laurel might have seemed to bounce back from the thought of going for those drugs, but they were on her mind now, and she couldn't help the light tapping of her foot.
Though, it could simply be seen as an impatient gesture. "Really, if you think about it, you'd be getting more out of it if you did tell me your name" She smiled sweetly at him, as if the whole game was now a business deal she was transacting. She was good at getting her way, and bargaining was always a good way to do that. "I get to know your name, you get a kiss and I don't leave your sorry ass sitting in an abandoned furniture store for some different company" Laurel wasn't sure if she would up and leave if he didn't tell her his name. On one hand, shrugging off the jacket and leaving would certainly fix the whole drug situation she found herself in, but then she wouldn't have Skippy here to entertain her. And he was doing a fantastic job of that.
She liked hanging out with him, to be honest, despite the few hours they had actually been in one another's company. Laurel usually could tell whom would be a good person to hang around, and Skippy definitely wasn't a good person to hang around. Which was perfect, she wasn't looking for someone to obey rules with and sit at fancy country clubs and gossiping about the latest drama. She was looking for someone to amuse her, keep up to the pace that she set. And so far he'd been doing a damn good job. Tag: Tripp Words: 891 Notes: I can't stop thinking about that stupid dream I had. I don't even think Laurel LIKES peanut butter <.<
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Post by Tripp Sanders on May 15, 2013 0:47:47 GMT -5
Tripp couldn’t help that his eyes immediately narrowed a little when she shrugged her shoulders and brushed off what he had just told her. It wasn’t done in anger more of just a reaction to the sudden sharpness of her tone. She had admitted that it wasn’t something that she was worried about but he could tell that there was an underlying issue. Tripp may act all big and bad but it didn’t mean he was clueless. The pinched look on his face was immediately gone as he relaxed a little to tease her about their little game. Her reply to such teasing was exactly like he had expected too, proving that she was just as stubborn as he was.
A new game uh? That sounded interesting and he laughed a little at the thought of it. The tension from just moments before had completely melted away and he was back to his playful self. Would he really be getting more if he finally told her his name or was she one of those girls that were all talk and no action? Tripp had experienced all kinds of girls. The kind that talked a big game and then chickened out last minute when they found out he was more than serious with his end and those like Lexi that hardly talked but the action made up for any gaps in communication they might have. Lexi. It was as if his entire rambling thought process suddenly came to a screeching halt. Her bright blue hair, pale skin and oddly bright green eyes flooded his mind momentarily. Images of the steam in the shower and the feeling of her flesh resisting just a little before his teeth popped though and her human blood flooded his mouth overcame him suddenly like a warm wave. Tripp cleared his throat and blinked pushing the memories of their recent romps out of his mind and focusing back on Laurel. He had gone out tonight with the intent of putting those things out of his mind and that was exactly what he was going to try and continue to do.
She teased him about just getting up and leaving and it stirred his already building restlessness. “Oh come on…would you really just up and leave me hanging out here alone?” [/i] Now back to the present his lips pulled back into a grin as he leaned up on his elbow to look at her better. He wasn’t about to let her get up and leave, even if it meant that he would have to give in a little. He reached out and grabbed the front on his leather jacket, both sides of it in his hand he pulled her towards him as he leaned in closer. His playful grin slipped a little and his lips parted. He wanted to pull her up and onto his lap, he wanted to feel her weight upon him. The sudden urge to run his fangs across the delicate skin of her neck and shoulders filled him and his expression changed from playful to calm with a hint of his desire. Now he wasn’t going to hold her hostage and he certainly wasn’t going to beg her to stay, but he definitely wanted to stay in her company a little longer. He leaned in to brush his lips against hers, hoping that she wouldn’t back away. “T…” Tripp was all about pushing his limits as he tilted his head, his free hand brushing any hair away from her neck. He placed a kiss just under the edge of her lawline. “R…”[/i] He was slowly giving her what she wanted, hopefully his teasing would go over ok as he got a little of what he wanted, he was going slower than his normal after all. “I…”[/i] He tugged back his jacket a little on her shoulders so that he could nip gently at her collar bone, the hand that once had been holding the jacket would slip around her small waist to pull her closer to him. “P…”[/i] He slowly ran one of his fangs gingerly up from her shoulder to the bend of her neck. It took almost all of him to keep from being rough at all…he wasn’t used to being so slowly and soft, but he knew that Laurel didn’t seem like the type that would go for his usual foreplay. “P.” He had softly teased her ear lobe with his lips before leaning back just a little so that he could see her face. The slow teasing didn’t help the building need that was stirring deep within him and he knew it, but he just couldn’t help himself. She was different than most girls and it intrigued him immensely. His eyes studied hers for a moment, he half expected to get slapped or for her to push him away and get up and leave. His thoughts wandered to what her skin would feel like under his fingertips and the hand that pressed against the small of her back moved the soft fabric of her sweater so that his fingers could feel the smooth skin of her lower back. The soft grin that pulled at the corners of his lips couldn’t be helped as he spoke to her, his voice lower but soft. “Happy now?”[/i][/blockquote] Words: 884 Muse: So weird Notes: Sorry i did all sorts of stuff to your charie, if you no likey just slap him or whatever. Also i'm feeling better so i should be posting more. Insomnia is back but whatever.
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Post by Laurel Serephine Forsyth on May 23, 2013 14:55:12 GMT -5
She was glad he didn't push it further. She had no idea who he was, how he was, and frankly she wasn't interested in spilling all her dirty little secrets to a guy who wouldn't even tell her his first name. The mood changed again, at least for her, a smile spreading across her lips as she threatened to leave him here alone in the furniture store since she didn't know his name. He looked..distracted for moment, her eyebrow rising as he cleared his throat, coming back from whatever inner thoughts he'd indulged himself in. I still think you shouldn't be there with him Laurel Micha's voice passed through his mind and she refrained from rolling her eyes. Micha always thought Laurel had bad ideas. It wasn't her fault she enjoyed breaking the laws or annoying people.
She couldn't help it and her smile quickly turned into a grin as her head tilted to the side. "See, sugar, I would. It'd be a shame, you have such a cute face, but I would." He moved and she glanced down at his hands as they curled around his leather jacket. Suddenly things went from that playful air to rather serious, he pulled her closer by the jacket and curiosity had her allowing it. Her gaze dropped to his lips, watching them part slightly before they flickered back up to his face. Honestly this was different, usually when she ended up kissing anyone it was because both parties were drunk, and she was quick to always back away from that. Or it was some cocky asshole who thought they could get hot and heavy with her in a blink of an eye.
Right now? Right now was confusing as Skippy brushed his lips against hers in a way that spoke of gentleness that one might not consider him capable of, if they were going off first basic impressions. He spoke a letter and it took her a moment. T? His head dipped to her neck, placing a kiss at her jawline and she closed her eyes. He was spelling his name to her. Ah. Sneaky bastard. She really couldn't complain though, his lips felt good against her skin and she was getting what she wanted. R. Part of her mind was racing to see if she could guess his name before he finished telling her, the other part was thoroughly enjoying the attentions he was giving her. I He nipped at her collar bone, sending a shiver down her spine while a hand moved to grip the cut off shirt he wore.
His hand moved from gripping his jacket to pulling her closer to him and she allowed it, pressing herself against him as her eyes closed, another shudder passing through her as ran a fang up her neck. P Damn. Sure, Laurel'd been kissed before, she'd been felt up on occasion but she'd always stopped it before it got too far. Because she was very much enjoying his slow teasing and she wasn't quite sure she wanted him to stop. Which, given her particular belief about staying celibate, wasn't a good thing for her. P The letter was whispered into her ear, his lips teasing her ear-lobe and her eyes blinked open to stare at him as he leaned back to look at him. Her lips had parted, her eyes darkened to display her own building desires. However, Laurel was rather adept at not giving in to those particular desires, and that wouldn't change, no matter how enticing the man was in front of her.
There was a distinct jump in her muscles as his hand slid underneath the sweater she wore, his hand coming into contact with her skin. She became aware of her hand still grasping his shirt in her hand and his question had her eyes darting down to his lips. Was she happy now? She blinked, realizing that she'd just gotten his name, that the whole reason he'd pressed his lips upon her skin, grazed his fangs along her shoulder, was to give her his name. Tripp. Not something she expected. She said nothing, only slipping her hand to his neck, her fingers grasping the back of his neck to pull him to her. She leaned to him to press her lips against his, taking the initiative and kissing him. It was soft at first before she pushed it further, deepening the kiss for a few moments longer. Enjoying it. Eventually she pulled back though, forcing herself to take a moment and get over how nice his lips felt against hers.
"Now I'm happy." She let a grin cross her face as she leaned back just a bit, her hand still in his shirt, her other falling to his shoulder. "I did promise a kiss didn't I?" She was going to play all this off, all this desire that he'd built up in her she was just going to play off. She didn't remain a virgin for seventy years to lose her cherry in a fucking furniture store anyways. "Tripp huh? Here I was thinkin' it'd be something like Henry, or Bill, or Robert. Something so painfully normal you felt the need to hide it" She smirked lightly at him. She was a bit surprised though, pleasantly, that his name wasn't something normal and common. It seemed to fit that his name wasn't normal. He certainly wasn't a normal kinda guy anyways. Words: 928 Notes: woooot! postie!
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Post by Tripp Sanders on May 24, 2013 22:41:24 GMT -5
Tripp wasn't used to taking things so slowly and taking care not to inflict any pain. Those things never concerned him before, but Laurel didn't come off as the type that would enjoy his normal type of foreplay. So, this was new to him and he had to admit even though it was hard to hold back it was quite enjoyable to tease her. The process had stirred up a building type of desire in him that he wasn't used to.
She didn't answer his question with words but her actions spoke load enough for him. A pleasant shiver slipped down his spine as her hand gripped the back of his neck and pulled him closer. His eyes followed her lips as they approached his own and he gladly welcomed them as they pressed against his own. Naturally his eyes slipped closed and he pressed his hand harder against the small of her back. A quiet moan made it's way up from his chest as she deepened the kiss and his free hand came up to touch the side of her face before sliding down to wrap around the other side of her waist.
To be honest he wasn't prepared for the kiss to end. He was far more physically invested in that contact than he realized and when she pulled back he felt as if his heart might leap out of his chest. She didn't move back far and Tripp had to blink a few times to focus on the fact that she was no speaking to him. A bit breathless he smiled and spoke low. "Yes you did..." [/i] His eyes searched her face for any sign that she enjoyed their little exchange as much as he had, but she was back to previous demeanor. "I'm any thing but painfully normal sweetheart."[/i] A bit if his normal smirk slipping across his lips. His hands gripped her hips and he tugged her over to sit upon his lap. It felt like every fiber of his being was shaking and yet on the outside he struggled to keep his motions cool and calm. How could she do this to him? he was usually very much in control of himself. Her weight, as light as she was, was still very pleasing to him, he cared not that she might notice what their teasing just moments ago had done to him. "What do you think now?"[/i] He tilted his head a little to the side as he grinned at her. "Hm?" His hands that had gripped her hips slipped back to her back sneaking up her back just a little. "Now that you know my name...what game shall we play now?" He leaned in slowly to place a few kisses upon the skin of her chest that peeked out from her soft sweater, he breathed in the sent of her and he fought to keep his eyes from closing and from nipping her silky smooth skin. [/blockquote]
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Post by Laurel Serephine Forsyth on May 25, 2013 15:26:06 GMT -5
She was quickly finding herself very much comfortable kissing this man. Tripp. She'd just found out his name despite spending half the night with him, and if she was completely honest he seemed very much like the guy to love 'em and leave 'em. Sure Laurel wasn't expecting anyone to stay with her, if there was anything to say about her, it was that one night stands were in her blood. But that didn't mean romantic notions of her first time actually meaning something. Even if it was pathetic that she was a seventy year old virgin. Her mind definitely wasn't on that particular thought at the present, oh no, she was enjoying greatly the feel of his lips against hers and it might have been reluctance in her gaze when she pulled back.
It appeared to her that he was just as affected by their kiss as she'd been, and for a moment she struggled to push back the desire to kiss him again, instead she forced her usual nonchalant facade back into place. His voice was low when he responded to her and once more her eyes flickered down to his lips. But she had to stop, had to draw herself back, she wasn't ready for that sort of interaction with anyone, especially not someone she'd just met. She laughed lightly, lowly, when he told her he was anything but normal, she supposed it was the fact she was so amused by his statement that she didn't realize he was pulling her into his lap until she was straddling him, his hands sliding from her hips to her back. Once more she was aware of how far she'd let all this go, she shouldn't have kissed him in the first place.
But his lips were quickly becoming addictive, especially when they were leaving such soft kisses along her skin. One hand gripped his shoulder while she ran her fingers over the side of his neck. She wasn't doing a very good job of dissuading him at all was she. "I think-" She started to get the words out before a voice screeched her name in her head. "Fuck!" She cried out before leaping back from Tripp, her hands clutching her head, as if that'd help the fact it felt as someone had just taken a megaphone held it against her ear and spoke. She groaned slightly, before blinking. I told you to stay away from him! Her eyes narrowed as she turned to glare out the nearest window. "I could just fucking kill that bird"
But perhaps it was for the best, seeing as now that she'd had a bird screeching her head, it took away the distraction of his hands on her or his lips against her skin. She took a moment, taking a deep breath before running her hand through her hair. "Well, I know what our new game is. Who can kill the bird first" She remarked dryly, loud enough for the bird to hear, who just huffed in response. Despite Micha's annoying interference once the heat that Tripp had started cooled, she knew that Micha was right to interfere. Laurel hadn't exactly been very willing to back off, which was odd for her as she'd spent so many years with such a tight control on that particular aspect of life. It was odd to have Micha be forced to pull her out of the desire that Tripp put her in.
"Holy fuck, I swear she was trying to make my head explode" She muttered once more glaring out the window. Laurel was so used to Micha talking in her head sometimes she forgot that others didn't. Well, maybe if he thought she was crazy he'd be less likely to try and get in her pants again.
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Post by Tripp Sanders on May 25, 2013 21:49:28 GMT -5
For a few moments he was lost in the scent of her, having his lips so close to her silky skin was so very tempting. She was nothing like the scarred skin he was used to pressing his lips against. His body involuntarily shivered as her finger tips slid across the skin of his neck, he was definitely not used to touches like that from those he chose to be involved with. No, it was more just all business and not much build up in the beginning. He had to admit this was quite pleasant. He leaned in as she had caressed him, to nuzzle against her neck but the moment was over quickly.
It took him a second to process what just happened. One minute things were getting interesting and the next she had kept off his lap as quickly as she could cursing. Tripp ran his tongue over his teeth, no he hadn't accidentally bit her in the heat of the moment. His mind raced for a second trying to figure out what he could have possibly done to end their intimate moment so suddenly. He came up with nothing and looked up and after her to see what the deal was.
She was clutching her head and then yelling at the the window about a bird. Bird? That bird she had just sent off with a message or something like that? Tripp pulled a deep breath into his lungs and breathed it back out his nose. Fuck he could really use a cigarette right about now. She was remarking about how their new game could be who could kill the bird and he mumbled under his breath "don't tempt me." [/i]The mood was most definitely killed, just like that. It was not exactly pleasing but he wasn't exactly sure what he could do about it. Tripp got up from the couch slowly, even though he didn't need to worry about any certain part of his anatomy being an issue any longer. He brushed him self off before crossing the room toward her. "So you got some type of birdy alarm?"[/i] He almost chuckled, as he reached inside his jacket that she still wore and pulled out his pack of cigarettes. It was apparent to him earlier that she didn't care much for his smoking but after the moment they just shared and how abruptly it ended he didn't quite care if she liked it or not. With a cigarette between his lips he lit the end with the lighter he pulled from his pants pocket. He took a drag and sat of the end of some other large couch that was still covered up. He exhaled as he spoke "So...that was interesting."[/i] That was quite vague of him but he left it like that on purpose to see what she was thinking about. He didn't know if he could handle the sudden negative reaction she had to his advances if it happened every damn time he got close to her. A dead bird would definitely become a greater possibility. [/blockquote]
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Post by Laurel Serephine Forsyth on May 25, 2013 22:29:16 GMT -5
Whomever decided to give Laurel the ability to talk to birds was surely going to pay. Her mind was still ringing a bit from Micha's screeching, and for the first time in a very long time Laurel cursed herself for not figuring out a way to boot the damn bird from her mind. She'd never felt the need before, Micha hadn't ever really made her presence known in such an obnoxious and loud way before. Sure part of her was glad Micha said something, lest she end up doing the no pants dance on a couch in an abandoned furniture store. Something she wouldn't have been happy about after the desire had been quenched and passions died down. In fact, she'd probably have had a melt down to be honest, seventy years and some guy, some random ass guy, just undoes her with a few well placed kisses?
She sucked in another breath, rubbing her temple as if that would help the slight pounding that now accompanied the faint echoing of the smug bird. Great. Just what she fucking needed. Her lips pursed as her eyes flickered over to him, a moment of wariness washing over her as Tripp got up from the couch and approached her. She shrugged her shoulders at his question, watching his hands as they went for the jacket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. "Sort of, communication with birds, comes in handy a lot, but also annoying as hell when one chooses to be a dumb fuck" Her gaze narrowed as it shot to the window again. She'd definitely need to learn how to block them out, mostly so Micha couldn't give her such a pounding in her head again. Though an amused thought crossed her mind, causing her to shake her head, running a hand through her hair.
Better her head got a pounding, then well, she let out a sigh, sometimes her own mind was just too funny. And by funny she meant annoying as hell too. She watched him light the cigarette, trying not to look too irritated about it as he sat down on the couch, her eyebrows drawing together. So that was interesting. She wasn't quite sure what he meant by that and honestly she wasn't sure she wanted to find out. If she was being honest, the whole very intense moment they'd just had together was far more interesting than the way it was broken up. She'd never had that happen before her, she'd always had such control over that particular desire. Yet there he was, breaking that control down and making her wanton. Shame on him. She crossed her arms, knowing better than to shove them into his pockets again.
"Honestly, that's never happened to me before." Which was the truth on both counts, she'd never gotten so sucked in to a moment as she had with Tripp, and she'd never had Micha scream in her head that way. She wasn't quite sure if she wanted him to know that first part though, honestly the way she acted gave no indication to her virgin status. She had the distinct urge to sit down on the couch next to him, but the smoke and the previous actions that happened when she sat next to him on a couch caused her to find a across from the couch to lean on, her arms still crossed, tugging the jacket around her just a bit more tighter. "Nasty habit you know" She nodded her head to the cigarette. Didn't she already tell him that? She did. Great, now her mind was all in a muddle, a frown tugging on her lips which was more pout than anything.
"So" She began lamely. How the hell was she suppose to go on normally after that? She'd never quite stepped into that territory, and the quick taste she'd had of it was nice, far nicer than anything else she'd experienced. It was dangerous though, very very dangerous. "Got the whole badass thing going on, you know, leather, smoking, I bet you have a bike too. Don't like giving out your name. Got some deep dark secret you don't want anyone to know? Something like...I don't know, collection of teddy bears or something?" Words: 720 Notes: better, not as rambly xD
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Post by Tripp Sanders on May 25, 2013 23:38:18 GMT -5
With just a little pressure on the cigarette Tripp crushed the little menthol bead within it between his fingers. Next drag pulled in that cool sensation that he needed to finish calming the lingering sexual tension he carried within him. His eyes watched her movements as he sat silently for a while there on the end of that covered couch. He pondered the fact she could talk to birds for a while, it wasn't an ability he had heard of before. Funny thing about this life they had now, not all gifts were the same and not all of them were pleasant. His for example, nothing cheery and wonderful about nightmares now was there? He didn't mind it thought, it fit him and he really didn't ever think about why he didn't get a "nicer" ability. It was his and that was that.
She apparently wasn't feeling the greatest as a result of whatever the bird did to break up their moment on the couch, maybe he should just call it a night. It wasn't exactly the way Tripp was hoping to end their night but she seriously doubted that is was going to get back to the way it was while they were kissing on the couch. He raised a brow at her when she said that had never happened to her before. His first instinct was to tell her that had never happened to him before either and by that he meant the way they were just moments before...soft, teasing, slow and weirdly wonderful to him all at the same time. Instead of replying the way his first thoughts lead him, he laughed a little and tried to play it cool his lips turning into a small grin. "What? Never had a little birdy ruin a moment?" He watched her tug the jacket around her tighter and fought the urge to go over to her and wrap his arms around her too.
He blew a few smoke rings into the air as she commented on his smoking. He laughed a bit and looked at her. "Yeah...well sweetheart it's not exactly as bad as most of the habits I know about." [/i]Hell he helped many get their fixes of bad habits nightly. Smoking? It was nothing compared to other options. He finished his last drag and dropped the cigarette butt onto the ground before crushing it with the toe of his boot. He shook his head at her and grinned as she teased him about being a badass. "Bike yes. Deep dark secret? No."[/i] He never considered his sister a deep dark secret. Granted she was the only one that made him feel like he wasn't a monster, but she wasn't a "dark" secret. "That's kind of stereotyping don't you think?" He teased. "How about you? Miss painter, kisses random guys in bars and avoids preppy bitches that clearly know her?...what you running from?" If she wanted to poke at him then he would poke right back. It was quite obvious that they both probably had their fare share of things they'd like to keep hidden. Why focus on that? He'd much rather go back to what they were both interested in before, even if he knew the moment was most likely gone for the rest of the evening. [/blockquote]
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Post by Laurel Serephine Forsyth on May 26, 2013 10:11:12 GMT -5
It took her only a few moments to pull herself back together, at least on the outside and if she were being honest she was still a swarming mess of emotions she hadn't expected to feel. Laurel'd always kept herself distant from that sort of intimacy and if she was being honest, she hadn't expected the softness that he displayed to her. She should know that she shouldn't judge a book by its cover, but in all honesty she thought she'd pegged him correctly. However, he obviously had a few more layers to him than she'd originally thought. She leaned back against the table, her fingers drumming lightly against it as she suddenly found herself antsy. He grinned at her, questioning her about this sort of thing never happening before. She watched him a moment, unable to get her own grin or even smirk on her face.
"No. I haven't." Mostly because she'd never had that type of moment happen to her before. But she wasn't about to tell him that. God only knew what his reaction would be to finding out that she'd never had sex before, and she wasn't keen on finding it out. He could make his own assumptions about why it never happened before. Her lips pursed as he laughed at her, really it was a bit hypocritical she bitch (even if it was idly) about his smoking, hell the amount she drank could put a man in the ground. Luckily she wouldn't have to worry about that being a vampire. She hauled herself up onto the table, crossing her ankles and letting her feet swing slightly while she gripped the table with her hands, his jacket bunching around her, smelling so very much like he did. It was pretty comfortable too. Maybe she'd steal it. That seemed like a good idea.
She knew what he meant by other bad habits, once upon a time she'd been the one with other bad habits. That had been a rough time for her. Her mother hadn't given a shit, letting her do whatever she wanted, then bitching about her coming back completely stoned out of her mind, or hyped up on some other drug. It'd taken her father and a few other good friends to get her out of that, and she'd never been more grateful that her father cared. "The smell sucks. Just so you know sweetheart" She didn't really expect him to do anything about it honestly, nor would she stop him from smoking, as long as he kept his distance. First time the smoke got in her face she'd take the cigarette from him and use him as an ashtray to put it out. Her lips twitched when he relented to the bike, though her eyebrow raised when he said he didn't have a deep dark secret.
"That's a little disappointing" She couldn't help the grin when he accused her of stereotyping and her head tilted to the side. "It's a lot of stereotyping. What can I say, some parts of me are just shallow as fuck" Honestly, it was a bit hard not to get a clear view on what she thought he'd be like, the big bad look was either a cover for some dark secret, or maybe he was just that big and bad. He asked her what she was running from and that made her pause, her legs stilling as her eyes flicked to the window. "A lot of things Skippy. Most of them would just bore you." Her eyes flickered back over to him and she offered him a smile, not a smirk or a grin, but a smile. "Don't tell me you want to indulge in some share and care time. Big bad boy like you. Oh look, I'm stereotyping again" Words: 646 Notes: ^^
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Post by Tripp Sanders on May 26, 2013 16:57:00 GMT -5
So she didn't like his smoking, she had made that clear a few times already tonight. Tripp didn't care if she liked it or not, it was his one vice and he needed it currently. She had stirred up a little more than he expected and he needed to calm it all down. The cool menthol did just that and he felt much better. He watched her as she spoke and shrugged his shoulders as she commented about the smell. "Well you'd be the first to complain babe." [/i]He kicked the crushed cigarette butt away from him and looked at her. He had to admit he felt a little relieved when she started to smile again. It was a weird feeling for him, to feel better while she was smiling than when she seemed to be showing a bit of distress. Tripp never worried about anyone but himself....well himself and Lilly. Not to get his feeling for Lilly confused with what he seemed to be feeling for Laurel, if you could call it that, no they were different types of feelings. He wasn't even exactly sure what he felt just that it was different. A good different but still different. He laughed a bit as she said she was shallow at times. "Yeah well I bet there are a few areas you got that are deep." [/i]He teased her lightly his playful grin back on his face. She left that one wide open and he wasted no time taking advantage of the opportunity for a joke. But the light teasing didn't last long as he noticed her sudden change of demeanor when she spoke about she might be running from, but then she was smiling again. He liked that much better. Tripp pushed himself up and off of the couch where he was sitting. A few steps of his boots upon the old wooden floor closed the distance between them and he looked down at her. "Care and share time? I'll pass." His grin softened a bit into more of a smile. "Unless there is something you just need to share..." He raised a brow and peered down at her grinning. He was close to her again, not as intimately close as before but closer than they were just moments ago. "Hmm?" Tripp's head tilted a little to the side and he pulled at his lip ring with his teeth, another habit he had but hardly noticed.[/blockquote]
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Post by Laurel Serephine Forsyth on May 26, 2013 17:55:29 GMT -5
She shrugged her shoulders at his comment, she didn't like a lot of things, and she had a habit of letting people know it. Mostly her telling him that she didn't like the smoke was so she could get her head on straight, so she supposed she was trying to get her old indifferent state back. But it was hard when all she could think of was his lips against her skin, his hands running over her back, or the fact that she'd very clearly known of his desires when he'd pulled her into his lap. It had been different, she wasn't sure why, but it had been and she was fighting to shake off the feelings. She'd hardly known him a night, she shouldn't be so drawn to him, even if his lips felt so great against hers, his hands against her bar- Jesus. She needed to stop thinking about that.
"I'm not terribly concerned with trying not to offend you. Don't worry sweetcheeks, its the smoke, not the smoker that annoys me." Maybe she wanted it to be clear he didn't annoy her, maybe she was just talking to talk, to get through the odd emotions running through her at the moment. Regardless she offered him a smile, even if what she was feeling at the moment didn't quite match that smile. She was good at faking things however, she'd been faking that she was okay for such a long time now. Maybe the release of these new, if not strange to her, emotions was giving her the release she so desperately needed since the death of her mother. But Laurel didn't want a release, she didn't want to think about it, she didn't want to feel what she felt about the whole entire thing.
For a moment she stared at him blankly, his words catching her by surprise and she could feel a faint flush going to her cheeks. She hoped he wouldn't notice, blushing wasn't exactly going to help her at all. (then again she might just have a dirty mind) Finally she ended up laughing, leaning forward slightly and shaking her head, she might be laughing a bit too hard at something that wasn't really all that funny, but she couldn't help it, she just hadn't expected it. After a moment she leaned back up, amusement majorly present on her face. "Oh god, you just about killed me with that. It wasn't even that funny. Jesus, I must being going crazy or something." She ran a hand through her hair, letting out a deep breath, shaking her head again. Crazy, she was definitely just plain old crazy. Or stressed. God knows she's repressed enough issues to cause her stress enough to give her a heart attack.
Her laughter quieted down as he approached and she tilted her head up to look at him. He wasn't as close as he'd been on the couch and part of her wished to reach out and pull him closer by his shirt, but the smart part of her mind had come back. So instead she watched him quietly, her blue eyes turned up to stare at his own, her hands gripping the table underneath her tightly. "I'm afraid I'm just about out of the sharing part of share and care" She spoke softly, doing her best not to squirm on the table like she wanted too at him being closer and the thoughts of what he'd made her feel still present in her mind. It really didn't help that she was still wearing his jacket, the one that smelled so strongly of him. "I'll care though. That's always a fun time. What do you say. Wanna play twenty questions? Go back to good old middle school?"
She didn't think he'd take her seriously, a little bit of a grin wormed its way onto her face as she teased lightly, trying to get away from any chance of another moment between them too. Words: 672 Notes: << both of them are being odd
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