CLOSED ❤

[Chronic Disco]

Once again Emmi managed to shock Cam with her seductive behavior. Sure he felt comfortable enough to have a few dirty discussions with her or tell her a dirty joke or two. Was she serious or is this just more of her teasing? Cam thought for a second before blatantly asking the question on his mind, but then decided against it. Knowing Emmi she probably meant it. ”I‘m holding you up to that promise ya know.” said Cam with a sly smile. ”I‘ll believe that when I see it.”

With all of the snogging going on between the two, poor Cam is bound to suffer from it. Not like he had anything against locking lips with Emmi. Although it did give him chapped lips. No matter. The only thing that managed to get to him, was the fact that, that was the only thing that happened. A kiss and that was that. Usually someone interrupted or the two of them weren’t in a place to do “other things.” ”Well don‘t I feel oh so lucky. So tell me what did I do to earn such a pleasure? I mean personally I‘d rather just see you with nothing on, but if I have to chose between that and clothing, I‘d say the first option is better. As long as there is some kind of erotic lap dance to go along with that.” For now Cam would have to control his little urges and be patient, he sure as hell isn‘t like James that‘s for sure.

”Thanks, have fun with Kyler.” As Cam said that last sentence his tone came off as rather bitter, and his face flushed crimson. ”Remind me to find you some more female friends.” Cam trusted Emmi, but he didn‘t know Kyler and Cam would never trust him or any guy alone with Emmi for that matter. But he respected her, so that meant having to deal with her having guy friends. Before Cam stepped out of the car he looked Emmi in the eye like a father would if he was sending his daughter off on a date for the first time. ”If he touches you….I‘ll castrate and then kill him.” Kissing Emmi goodbye, he stepped out and walked over to his truck.

Cam dug through the back seat of his truck and grabbed his swimming gear. He wouldn‘t be upset with Emmi for missing out on his swim meet. In all honesty he really didn‘t want anyone going. Cam isn‘t really the showy type so flashing away his victories didn‘t mean as much to him as they did for Gavyn and Cindre. To Cam swimming is just something he is good at and actually liked to compete in. Sure he had a lot of pride in his skill, but no one would really think that about him. Cam is just that nonchalant. Heading over to the locker room he decided to text Meeli. Knowing her she would probably feel offended if Cam hadn‘t invited her. God you just couldn‘t help but love that loveable girl in all of her impish glory.

To: Meeli
From: Aqua-man

Just reminding you that I‘ve got a swim meet today and if you want to come
Then knock yourself out.
Anyways, I‘ll be over at your house afterward.

With that out of the way, Cam put on his dreaded uniform. Then headed to the pool with the rest of the swim team. Cam watched as the spectators increased, no matter. Not like he would be effected by them. The only thing that made Cam feel nauseous, is knowing where Emmi would be going shortly. Just imagining all of the possibilities made him want to give Kyler a good kick in the groin along with a few punches to the face. I‘m gonna punch him, I just gotta punch him. I‘m gonna punch the little s**t. That scrawny good for nothing woman stealing, guitar playing, b*****d! I‘m gonna deck him in the freaking face! The whistle blew and Cam dove into the water, swimming at full force as his aggression pushed him forward. I‘m seriously going to murder that little son of a b***h! Why can‘t Emmi just hang out with all females like a normal girl? Damn it that woman drives me crazy sometimes… His mind not even focused on the task at hand. Cam hadn‘t even realized that he managed to finish first, as his jealous mind was still focused on Emmi and Kyler.

[XxJessicaelisexX]

Emmi wasn’t shy and she meant the things she said, most of the time. With her now dating Cam their was a whole new level of teasing, a whole other floor and baby, she owned it. She wasn’t bluffing, she did want to go all the whole with Cam and she knew it would be magic. Well, not magic per-say but still. Emmi had done quite a few things, but the female was still a virgin. She didn’t feel pressured into it either, not with Cam. She trusted him, whereas others had tried to push her. Cam always had her trust, she trusted him enough to take that step further. But there was taking it a flirting steamy steady and then rushing it. And she didn’t want to rush it, what if she slept with him and it all feel apart…there would be no going back then…huh? No friendship, simply awkward.

She looked at the other and crossed her fingers over her heart. “You don’t need to hold me to anything Cammie.” Licking her top row of teeth slowly and then giggling as she purred. “Baby, I’ll dance all over you.” She smiled. She so totally owned this teasing thing, the look on Cam’s face was always priceless. No one could ever call her boring, no one would know what was coming from her lips. No, she was just that good. “Female? Please, you need more male friends.” She said and grinned. “Now, now. He’s allowed to touch me…is a hug against the law now. Copper Cammie?” She asked innocently, her eyes widening and her lower lip pouting. She smiled and waved slightly. “Call me later, if your still crashing at mine.” Tonight wouldn’t be the night to go the whole way, even if she had been teasing the male like crazy.

She turned the car on and with one swift movement she had backed the car out of the parking place and drove off. She decided to stop at herself first, parking her car on her drive. She grabbed her keys and bags and walked upstairs. Grabbing her hand bag and throwing her purse in that, she made sure she had her phone and keys. She pulled the dress off and dumped all the shopping bags in her wardrobe and kicked off her boots. She put her nose ring in and grabbed some tight black jeans, she wriggled into them. Fought with her belt and grabbed a black vest top, pulling it on and over herself. She grabbed a baggy jumper and pulled it down on her shoulders. She fixed her hair, sprayed a little perfume, grabbed some heeled boots and was out of the door. Her make up was fine, throwing her handbag in the passenger seat. She pulled out of her drive and drove to Kyler’s.

It was only about a 5-25minute drive to his. Depending on the traffic, it took much longer to walk of course. She smiled and turned into Kyler’s drive, she turned the engine off. Turned all the power off in her car, made sure she had the wheel lock on and grabbed her bag. She looked at her appearance and frowned. She shook her head and walked towards his door, she knocked loudly on the door and waited. ‘You’re a gimp, what if that knock woke Clara up?’ She sighed and shook her head. She was just that clever.

She had no idea what was going through Cam’s head, how would she know. All she knew was that Cam didn’t trust Kyler and she wondered why. Was it something only a guy could understand? She had no idea, she waited for the door to open. Kyler had yet to text her back and she frowned, what if it wasn’t okay for her to be here…and here she was knocking on his door. She sighed and looked at her car.

[Chronic Disco]

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When they're messin'
with the dreamer
I can laugh it in the face.
Twist and shout my way out.

»♫« & »♥«X✖✖✖►XXXXXXXX

Was this b*****d even worth doing? That thought running through her mind over and over again. If anything she would of rather lost her virginity to Cam, but since her and Matt are already here…Taking another swig at some beer she tried to calm herself down. Remembering Matt's small taunt from earlier Wednesday nearly lost it, but had to stop herself from doing or saying anything rash. She is quite the fiery young woman with the temper of a raging b***h. ”I meant what I said.” Her tone sounding anxious and monotone.

Wednesday still felt the need to be reckless in order to distract her from today‘s stressful events. The only thing she wanted to do was get this thing started and the damn b*****d couldn‘t stop bragging for one minute. She had yet to see anything after all. Then there were his sarcastic remarks that she could really do without right now. “Enough with the talking already. Are we doing this or not?” She really couldn‘t stand Matt, would he ever shut that trap of his and just do her?

Watching as he grabbed the pizza, Wednesday sighed. Just what did Matt mean about the whole stubborn thing? Wednesday never considered herself to be stubborn or anything of the sort. The frown lifted from her face, as her eyebrow arched to another of Matt‘s remarks. ”I‘m not really the shy type, and I don‘t have an appetite at the moment. As for the biting…I don‘t see why not, I can handle anything. If it isn’t rough it isn‘t fun, so try not to bore me.” Once again little miss virgin might be asking, no demanding, for more than she can handle.

“I just hope you‘re not into that gentle s**t, because I‘m in the mood to be man handled.” Down the hatch went another beer. Despite her trying to roll with the big dogs, Wednesday did have the jitters. However she sure as hell wouldn‘t back down now. Hell she didn‘t even know what she seemed to be saying right now. It was as if someone was controlling everything that came out of her mouth. Normally Wednesday would never consider saying such things. But her pride with the addition of being drunk didn‘t allow for her to back down.

Well despite her absolutely despising the man, she did have to admit that there is something devilishly attractive about him. Of course she would never dare give him the honor of flattering his ego. God forbid the day she gave him any sort of compliment. That would be the day. "I hope you do know that I'm a rather dominate female, and I will be the one screwing you. A smile, an actual smile slithered its way onto her face. As a mixture of excitement and nervousness over came her, regardless she felt ready. Well at least that was what the liquor was telling her.

Feel Inspi[red] to be different

[jessuhcwah]

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars,
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars.
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap.
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat.

Kyler heard a knocking noise and bolted up, realizing he'd fallen asleep. For a split second, he freaked out, not realizing where Clara was, until he looked down. He hadn't been the only one to fall asleep while watching television. He smiled, gazing down at the small child sleeping soundly in his arms and got up carefully, as to not jostle her, and headed to the door, opening it carefully. "Hey, come on in. Sorry about that, Clara and I decided to have a little nap before our play date with Miss Emmi." He chuckled. As he did, he felt Clara shift in his arms, and he looked down to see the little girls eyes flutter open. She looked up at him sleepily and he grinned. "Well, good morning lil' Clara, this is Miss Emmi." He said, grinning and shifting her weight to his left arm. He held the door open, letting Emmi in and leading her into the living room.

He sat down on the floor setting Clara down in front of him. "Feel free to take a seat on the couch, or, if you'd like, you can take the floor with Clara-bear and I." He said, running his fingers through the blond curls that sprang all over the little girls head. He bent down, kissing the top of her head, unable to keep from smiling. "She's a handful...but she's worth it. He whispered, staring down at her. He smiled as two of his fingers made their way into each of her fists, chuckling as she giggled with the success of gripping her brother's fingers. "So... He paused, not allowing the words he so desperately wanted to say come out of his mouth. He wanted to ask her about Cameron, tell her how he felt about her, tell her about his cancer, just be honest with her. But he couldn't let himself do it just yet, so he let his voice fade, looking down at his sister once again.

The silence was quickly interrupted by a shriek being emitted from the smallest of the three. She looked up at Kyler, wailing. "What is it Clara?" He asked, exasperated. "Hunnngyyy!!!" She shrieked, tightening her grip around his fingers. He nodded. "Alright, hold on. I'm gonna hand you over to Miss Emmi now, okay Clara-bear? Can you take her for a moment Emmi? I'm going to grab her a bottle." He said, plopping the little girl down in Emmi's lap carefully before zipping into the kitchen to fix a quick bottle. He mixed the formula in with the milk, heated it up to temperature, and headed back into the living room. He couldn't help but smile. Seeing Clara with Emmi warmed his heart. He wanted this. He couldn't wait to have a family of his own. Given, he practically already had a daughter, but he didn't have the mother to love that came with having a daughter, and he so desperately wanted that. Just someone to love. Someone to come to when he was freaking out about all of the hospital stuff, someone to hold his hand whenever he was getting poked and prodded with all the needles. But most of all, he just wanted someone to hold, to kiss, to know that he loved them and they loved him.

And he was going to tell her. Not this instant, but soon.

❝I wanna be a rockstar.❞

[XxJessicaelisexX]

Matthew looked up and arched an eyebrow, he downed another beer. Simply because she was beginning to annoy him. Did he really want to peel those pants from her poor legs? He frowned at himself and wondered why he was being such a b***h? Maybe because she hadn’t uttered one nice word to him, since he encountered her in the pub. Was she stuck on downloading a b***h file? He rolled his eyes at her. “Whatever Pintsize.” He said and looked at the other. He could tell she was new at this, she was nervous and it was cute. He was too thrashed as to think why she was nervous and anyways, if it wasn’t food you craved whilst drunk, it was something else. The next sentence from those lips, would of caused him to choke. If he hadn’t already finished his pizza. “Are you new at this Wednesday…?” He asked and shook his head. “What’s the rush, scared I’ll change my mind…or you will?” He said with a cunning smile.

He smirked. “Wednesday, I am a man. So me man handling you is sort of hard to aviod.” He said with a small laugh, what was up with her all of a sudden. “Please, we both know you’ll take that one back. Rough sex isn’t your thing. Or it shouldn’t be, a petite thing like you.” He said and got up, he wiped his mouth on a napkin and walked towards her. Inches from her lips he smiled. “If you are the one who’s dominate, why are you waiting for me to start this?” He asked and smiled. He had just caught her out. “And if your on top, you had better know what your doing.” He said, his words whispering on her lips. His hand carrasing her neck, his touch not soft, but not painfully rough either.

Matt leaned into her, now invading her personal space. He kissed her lips and although he wanted to take his gentle. He decided to show her how rough, rough could be. He kissed her roughly and pushed her against the door. He smirked into the kiss and bite her lower lip. Sliding his tongue into her mouth and exploring her mouth with his tongue. This was something that Matt was good at, Cam had swimming, Emmi had Art, Wednesday had her mind and Matt. Matt had his skill in the bedroom and use of his tongue. He pulled away from her and looked down into her eyes. “Still want it rough, Wednesday?” He asked. Her back firmly against the door, his hand to the side of his head. He was leaning into her, moments away from kissing her again.

He leaned in and this time, it was softer, gentler and more coaxing. Was he leading her into a false sense of security? Who knew, Matt moved slightly and with one arm, picked her up and took her over to the bed. Lying her down and shifted himself somewhat over her. He leaned down and kissed her neck, his fingers working at the buttons. His hands exploring her neck line, noting about him rough. Until she told him if she liked it. Did he really want to do this? Oh what the hell, you only lived once.

[iridiscencia]

____________m e e l i--j u l i e t t a--k e c c a____________

XX

"We, the dancers, do not make ballet beautiful
Ballet makes us beautiful and so much more..."

Her lips had quivered as she kissed him, her hands holding onto him tightly in fear of losing him, and her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. Losing him would be like losing a part of herself. Gavyn had always been there by her side since they were children. He was the boy who cried 'cooties' when she hugged him, the boy who protected her from heartless brats in junior high, the young man that took her first kiss, the rebellious man that broke her heart, and the better man that healed it with his neverending love. All of that made up her life, her memories, and her heart. Breaking him was like breaking her and she would not allow that to happen. Not without a fight. Meeli pulled away from their kiss with a soft sob and she could feel her heart constrict within her tight chest as he leaned closer towards her. She met his warm eyes and listened to him speak, poetic words leaving those soft thin lips of his which certainly caught her by suprise. Thin lips pulled back into a smirk when she had raised her slim eyebrows and she smiled sweetly, watching as he repositioned himself, so that his body was facing hers. His large, warm palms caressed her cheeks and with a blissful look on her pretty face, she leaned her cheek against it, her own hands resting over his. Her blue eyes met his brown ones and she listened to him once more, her heart throbbing in pure happiness from the words he whispered to her.

When people looked at Gavyn, the quaterback, that's what they thought of him. A cocky guy that has no interest for anything or anyone unless it better'd his reputation or football career but Meeli knew the real Gavyn. The real Gavyn she had fallen in love with is sweet, sensitive, and romantic. His heart was almost as big as hers but because of the hardships he had faced growing up, it wasn't. But she would make up for that. She would show him the care, affection, and support her family had given her throughout her life so far. Most importantly, she would love him like no other woman. Not even his mother's love could beat her's. Let anyone say otherwise but she was entitled to what she felt. Looking at him now, she knew that his words were the genuine truth and her rosey cheeks only brightened as he kissed them gently. "Ironic that I do not know much about Romeo and Juliet...I only know the ballet. I wish I could say something as poetic back to you.." She trailed off as she trailed sweet kissed along his jaw before he began to speak again. His compassionate words did not fail him. They were sinking in deep into her heart and soul, bringing tears to her eyes again only now these were tears of happiness. He knew that she would never be the woman to spend hours on her hair, on make-up, on clothes and he both accepted and cherished that big part of her. Acceptance and cherishment always made a girl happy. The tears were falling now and she shook her head, against ever giving up on their love. "Me give up? Don't bet on it.."

And she was kissed with a passion she believed she would never have been able to experience during this time of her life. Especially in his car but it was much better than outside in the car. Inside of his car it was incredibly warm, like their beatings hearts. When his tongue intruded her mouth, she let out a soft mewl, which of course embarassed her greatly but she did not regret it. Poor innocent Meeli was unsure of what to do, so she stopped thinking and instead let her heart guide her. Her eyes fluttered close and she tilted her head, deepening the kiss and making it much more easier for them. With the softest a moans, her cheeks reddened as her warm hands snaked along his neck then to the back of his shoulders. Another soft sigh could be heard as Meeli's slender body trembled against his much larger one and as his fingers entangled themselves in her long, silky hair. Now that she had experienced his passionate kiss, she could understand how Calista could have easily given herself away. Again, poor Meeli. So innocent she only thought of his kiss and not what the rest of his body had to offer. When he pulled away, he would be able to tell from the dreamy-like expression on her face that she had immensely enjoyed the kiss. Also judging from the loving mewls and moans she had made.

Still pretty overwhelmed from their sensual kiss, she could only catch a few bits of his following sentences but Meeli was good at putting the pieces together. He mentioned knowing what he wanted for his birthday and she caught no cellphones which she knew must have meant that he wanted to spend his entire day with her, without interruptions. Then he talked about his mother going with Calista to the hospital and how he highly believed this was all some twisted lie into getting him back with the witch. You see how good she was at this?

"......I....Αγαπώ σας Meeli Kecca..."

Wait, sexy hunk say what? Did she hear that right or was her mind playing a sick trick on her and fooling her earing now? Before she could even respond, he pulled her into another passionate kiss that began to fuzz her mind all over again. Those bright blue eyes became hidden beneath a flutter of her long eyelashes and they pulled themselves closer to each other, neither ever ready to let go. Her mind had not played a trick on her, he had really confessed his feelings to her. Perhaps if Gavyn's baby really was coming into the world it was for this reason; to make him realize his feelings for Meeli. Her hands which were now sliding down his back stopped to gently press him closer and then that was when she felt his 'frustration.' against her. How could she blame him? He was a healthy, teenage male. A soft groan was emitted from within his throat and pulled away from the kiss, leaving her breathless. She moved a bit back to put some space between their hips and trailed soft butterfly kisses along the side of his neck and jawline. Meeli was innocent but not innocent enough to freak out on him just for accidently grinding herself against him.

To lead his mind fruther away from the gutter before he couldn't handle himself, she returned his loving words. "εγώ αγαπώ σας Gavyn Craven." She whispered against his lips as she gently nuzzled her nose against his, smiling as she stroked the side of his face. "As for your birthday, Romeo. You can have me all to yourself without any worry of sharing. It will be just me and you, doing whatever you'd like. And if Calista is pulling a low stunt, ignore her. Ignore her because she isn't worth the energy." Meeli pressed her lips against his lightly, pulling away when she felt her cellphone vibrate in her pocket. With an apologetic look, she pulled it out to read the text message that Cam had sent her. Glancing at the clock on the truck's radio, she figured his swim meet had already started, so there was no point in texting him back. "Did you still want to go cheer Cam at his meet? After that then we'll have dinner at my house." Noticing his slight cringe, she giggled and punched his arm lightly. "I know you don't like family gatherings but you should get used to them. Besides, my family is awesome and they care for you." Speaking of her family, her mother would want to know what was going on between them whenever she got back. That would have to wait until the company left. Tonight she wanted to enjoy her night.



ooc: translation: I love you Gavyn Craven. And my love will continue to grow for you.
Meeli's outfit






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Eyes that scream innocence
Lips sensual, soft as rose petals
A beautiful dance of poetry,
Taking breaths away, and
Stealing hearts of many

[XxJessicaelisexX]

Emmi’s eyes studied the door, wondering on the off chance that it did in deed open. What she could do instead? She got go and watched Cam but she was never that big on water, plus he couldn’t save her if she was clinging to him. She rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, waiting for the door to open. As Kyler opened the door, she looked down at the little girl in his arms. She was so beautiful, wide eyed and full of wonder. Emmi smiled softly at her and looked back up at Kyler. He still looked rough, still looked ill and she wasn’t sure what to say to his little ‘nap,’ he obviously needed more than a nap.

She smiled and nodded all the same, keeping her lips closed as she walked into his house. With her changed and more covered appearance, Em looked different. But to those who knew her, this wasn’t unusual. Emmi’s clothes had a way of changing her appearance. She was good at what she did. Emmi walked into his house and sat down on the floor, with him and Clara. She looked up at him as he spoke. “The floors good.” She said and smiled.

Em watched Kyler as he spoke about Clara, it was heart warming to see. He was such a responsible person and he looked after Clara like she was his own. Was she? Who really knew? Was it something else he was simply covering up? She didn’t know, she looked at him and smiled. “She’s beautiful Kyler.” She said and smiled. She looked at Clara and picked up a toy, rolling the car towards Clara’s feet, Emmi smiled as Clara giggled. Emmi looked up as the child started to cry, wondering if she had upset her.

As the child expressed her need for food, she was passed to Emmi. She sat she child on her knee and slowly she bounced her legs. Holding her securely as she did so. Emmi spoke. “The ladies on a horse goes clip clop clip clop.” Her knees only moving slightly. “The gentleman on a horse goes clop, clop, clop.” Going a little faster. “But a cowboy goes, gallopy gallopy gallopy.” She said, moving her legs faster. But no where near as fast as you would with an older child. Crossing her legs she sat Clara in the hole as she crossed her legs.

She played with the small child sat on her knee, with the toys around her. Clara seemed to calm down and when Kyler came back. She carefully passed her back to him so he could deal with her. “You’re some sort of Saint.” She said and smiled at him. “No one else I know could do what your doing.” She said and moved slightly so she was closer to the two of them, easier to talk to them and all that jazz. She stretched her legs out in front of her and smiled at the small girl in his arms. She was a cutie, she knew that much.

[Chronic Disco]

------------------ ✖ ✖ W e d n e s d a y F r i d a y W h i t e

When they're messin'
with the dreamer
I can laugh it in the face.
Twist and shout my way out.

»♫« & »♥«X✖✖✖►XXXXXXXX

The big bad words that Wednesday spewed out earlier were being eaten away as Matt rushed into her. Poor Wednesday being so small and slender without an ounce of fat on her scrawny body. She could almost pass as anorexic. But Matt was only giving her what she had asked for, as he towered over her petite self. Well so much for having a magical first kiss. She was thrown against the wall so hard that her glasses flew right off of her face. But the pain... it had been everything she was hoping for, it turned out to be a good enough distraction from the anger, betrayal, and hatred she felt toward Cam and Emmi.

Everything was happening so fast and…she liked it. For some reason though, Matt felt the need to slow down. The memories of Cam slowly worked its way into her thoughts. Right now he would be the last person she wanted on her mind. Wednesday tried to cast him aside. But it wasn‘t working, instead of having Matt on top of her, buttoning down her shirt, she pictured it to be Cam. Wednesday continued to try and fight back the illusion of his kiss, his caress. Trying to quicken the pace and further the pain, Wednesday scratched Matt‘s back, kissing him harder and harder. Anything to get rid of the thought of Cam.

”Don‘t slow down“ Wednesday whispered as she continued to claw at his back. She took his hand and ran it up her thigh. Then licked her lips and pulled his hair, Cam was now beginning to fade from her thoughts completely. Her breathing became heavier as she let out soft moans. Nothing but pure lust went throughout that twisted little head of Wednesday’s. She wanted to be reckless and got that and then some. Not an ounce of affection went into her actions. As she wrestled him around the bed for dominance. Tomorrow however would be a day full of regret. But right now she poured all of her anger into Matt, using him to vent and forget. It’s strictly business after all.

Tonight the bed caught fire with the exchange of body heat between the once virgin and heartbreaker. Something that is supposedly treasured by most, is currently being wasted away by someone so lost within herself. A person‘s first time is said to be loving and generous, but Wednesday only felt greed and selfishness. Vain. The selfish desire to temporarily satisfy the grief, because of a poisoness emotion that would eat away at her. Would she still be there in the morning? Would he?

The only thing she could manage to focus on was how much it hurt like an infected wound, but at the same time how amazing it felt. Digging her nails deeper into his skin as she wrapped her thighs around his waist. ”Matthew.” The only thing she could remember was calling out his name several times that night, the rest of it was a blur.

Feel Inspi[red] to be different

[XxJessicaelisexX]

It was like going seven rounds with a boxer and baby, Matt was hooked. It had been a long time since he had it rough and the moment she reacted with her nails, he continued to be rough. Not as rough as he could be like, since she was small and he wasn’t. He smirked into every kiss, groaned at every scratched. Felt shivers of pleasure at every muttered word, and couldn’t help but kick it up a notch. Biting her shoulder, he reacted the same she was. With force and roughness, she was getting a bigger kick out of this than he was. That was saying something, on account he was rather enjoying himself. The best thing about the whole of this was that no strings were attached to her. He could simply leave after this and he did intend to leave. He couldn’t sleep next to her, for many reasons. The biggest one was that he liked to distance himself from others. It was what he was also very good at after all. There was no thumberling on his behalf, no half arsed attempt. He wasn’t a selfish lover he was a giving lover. Once he found your ‘button’ you were like putty in his hands…or whatever else he was using.

He bit her lower lip, pretty sure he was drawing blood. She never told him to stop, not once uttering the words slow down. His hands were professional almost, he knew what he was doing. It was like having a ride in a very expensive car. This wasn’t something he would ever fail at…unless old age caught up with him. He smirked and pulled on her slightly, her fighting for the upper hand was like a puppy fighting over a stick with a large bear. She didn’t have a chance, not unless he wanted her to take the lead and although every male prided himself on being in control. Once he realised that she was indeed a virgin, he let her guild them both. She knew how much she wanted and when she wanted him to back off, who else was better at knowing this than her? It was her first time and she had full reins. Not to say he lay there like a sack of potatoes, he did his fair share of involvement. They didn’t stop at once, twice or even fourth times. He heard his name on her lips so much he was beginning to think that’s the only word she knew.

Then there was the afterwards, the awkwardness, the sobering up. She was in doubt crap loads of pain and all he felt was tired. But that didn’t stop himself pulling himself up and dragging his naked arse to the shower. Washing himself because he needed too, not because he was attempting to get rid of any traces of her on him. He was washing off the dried blood and what have you. He wrapped the towel around himself and walked into the room. He looked at her on the bed and smiled slightly, there was no smirk, no hidden message be hide the smile. It was simply a smile. Who knew Matt could do such a thing? There was no doubt in his mind that she hadn’t been thinking of him through out their large session. The name she only spoke was his and the same for him in return, her name of course not his own. He looked around for his thrown clothes and pulled his boxers back on. He walked over to the bed and lay a kiss on her forehead. Scribbled down his number and smirked at her and lay it on her stomach. He pulled on his clothes and then, the male left. There was no round eight, this wasn’t something he knew would continue. Would it? Would she want this regularly? Lords knows he was game if she was.

His back was killing, as was his chest and his nipples had never been more sensitive. He was throbbing and all he wanted to do was go home. He felt satisfied on more than one level and the pain was just a reminder of what a tiger she was in bed. He hailed a cab on his first attempt and got in. Telling him where he lived, Matt leaned into the taxi. Wincing as the pressure was put on his scratched back. As the taxi pulled up, he paid the man and he walked into his Mansion. Walked up to his bedroom and collapsed on the bed. Within seconds the Heartbreaker was sleeping. There was no spooning session. He wasn’t no ordinary bloke.

[T h e L4M3 DUCKii]

I'm gonna [loosen] up my [buttons] for ya
And then I'm [gonna] sink down [real] slow
And when I [get] that quickened [heartbeat] going
Imma [let] you [burn]......

Adios lova!


Cindre made an attempt to head for the locker room when she felt a hand grab her elbow and then jerk her around, she was the face to face with Alex "Dammit Cindre why....why him of all people he hurt you once already and here you are allowing him to hurt you again why!" Alex exclaimed darkly. Cindre was still for a moment her lips calmly pressed down, her dark eyes examined Alex for s second. In that Moment Alex took her stillness for something else, he looked apologetic before leaning in and kissing her, his grip on her elbow lessened when Cindre's breath hitched. She was not anticipating Alex to go thus far, her vulnerability spoke for her and she kissed him back. Alex was taken by surprise himself, his hands dropped and he moved closer, his hands cupping her face as he tried to tilt her head kissing her harder. Just when he parts her lips with his tongue her cellphone starts to go off, Cindre groans and then tries to pull back but Alex refuses to release her. Cindre jerks his hands down and then takes a step back, her mouth is slightly reddend fromt he heavy lip-locking, she sends an icy glare towards Alex as she pulls out her cellphone and answers it. Alex looks annoyed but he waits as Cindre answers the phone and then turns her back on Alex. "Oh hello!....no no um well Matt and I....oh right um sure I suppose no problem then....Mhnnhmnn..." Cindre bits her lip as she listens to the women on the other end.

"Oh well Cindre it's just that I haven't seen you in a while and we should have coffee and catch up....." Miss Antionette suggested. Cindre was unsure of how to reply but she had to think up an excuse the last thing she wanted was to be around Matt at the moment, not after their fight. They had exchanged threats to stay away from each other and she wanted to keep her end of the bargain, but before she could get a word in edge wise Miss Antionette spoke up again "Well then see you in a jiffy" she replied and then the line went dead. Cindre blinked and then shrugged her slender shoulders, she turned to Alex whom was about to start kissing her again. She brought her hand up in his face and then shook her head. "I got somewhere to be Alex sorry...." Cindre said and then started fr the locker rooms. Alex looked appeared angry again as he chased her towards the locker room, Cindre just pushed passed him and then entered, she picked up her duffel bag ans then exited. She didn't even bother to change , instead she moved right passed Alex and went to her car and then slipped inside. Alex stood there looking helpless with his arms spread wide in a questioning gesture.

Alex would have to wait for explanations, it wasn't like she was obligated to go but something told her it was better than staying here with Alex, she would get carried away in her vulnerable state and Alex would most likely take advantage. So with a heavy sign Cindre pulled away from the parking-lot and then steered onto the road. The city's lights seemed to be dimming, which relaxed her. After a late start with school and then a fight with Matt she was exhausted, her idea was to go home and just drift off to sleep but she had pressing engagements with Matt's mother. Of all the people why had she chosen to meet her knowing full well her son would be there. She shrugged, she was still quite close with Matt's mother, even when they were dating she was close. It was odd seeing how Matt's mother liked her so much, especially after all the other girls, if only she knew more about her son. She tapped the steering wheel and then parks against the curb rather than their driveway, she got out and then picked up her duffel bag and slammed the door shut.. With a press of the button on her keys her car locked up.

She headed up the driveway and then knocked on the door once, it seemed Miss Antionette had been anticipating her soon because the door went flying open and out came Matt's mother pulling Cindre into a hug "It's been ages!...come in come in!" she exclaimed as she pulled Cindre inside. Cindre reluctantly entered feeling quit pressed to come in anyways, she forced a smile on ehr face as she was brought into the kitchen. Miss Antionette sat at the end of the table and Cindre took the seat a crossed from her and then crossed her legs in a lady like fashion. Miss Antionette smiled at her warmly as she poured some coffee for the two of them. My aren't you cold out there in that get up, I mean I understand that your a tennis player and all but don't you ever get cold?" Cindre smiled genuinely this time and then shook her head. "Oh not anymore....your always moving in Tennis so you hardly ever worrie about that.." Cindre said and the removed her visor and set it on the table. Her long silky hair fell neatly over her shoulder as she leaned forward to pick up her coffee cup. "So Cindre, you look slightly flushed any new boyfriends?" Cindre shook her head politely and then answered with a smirk "No, there is this guy I play tennis with, he likes me well enough.....little too much if you ask me, but I have my eyes for someone else, even if he is too stubborn to see it..." Cindre said with a bemused expression, she sounded confident. The two laughed and the topic was moved to her Tennis updates.




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[XxJessicaelisexX]

Within of ten minutes of collapsing on his bed, he woke up. He grumbled and yanked at his clothes. He was far to hot to sleep, he pulled everything off but his boxers and dropped his own head back into the pillow. Blissfully dreaming about whatever came to mind, his dream changing often. Too many dreams to remember, people only ever remembered split seconds of their dreams and yet, when you remembered it. It was like that was all you were dreaming about. A person’s dream changed so often, the mind couldn’t keep up. You usually remembered the last dream you were dreaming of. Matt rolled his head backwards, so it was currently hanging off the bed. He slept for around twenty minutes before he woke up next. He was still drunk, of course he was. He had left all his beers at that hotel room, but who cared. He had beers in the fridge and money to spend.

He grumbled as he literacy pulled himself out of bed. He army crawled towards his bathroom and then pulled himself up. Looking into the mirror at his blood shot eyes and his breath smelt. He cleaned his teeth and scrubbed his tongue. He put drops in his eyes and smirked, he had the rest of the night to do something. The question was what could he do? He wasn’t sure, he scratched his chest and then yelled. He looked down to see a scratch he had re-opened up. That girl had been like a tiger, the reason he left her wasn’t clear. Maybe he didn’t want her expecting him to stay around. She should of known he wouldn’t. Was she now thinking about him? Or in his exit, were her thoughts turning back to her obsession?

Matt grumbled and walked out of his room, he walked down the stairs and stopped at the bottom. Walking along another hallway and down another flight of stairs, he stopped. He could hear voices, who the hell was his mother talking too? He looked down at his topless state, the scratches on his back and chest were obvious, the bite mark over his right n****e was a dead give away and he wondered if he should pull a shirt on. He frowned and looked up at the stairs, he really couldn’t be bothered. Defeated he sighed and pushed open the door to the kitchen and froze. Those drunken eyes narrowing at the sight of his mother with Cindre. “Nothing better to do Cindre?” He said, his voice slurring. He was obviously drunk. “Matthew what the hell is wrong with your back and chest. Do not talk to Cindre like that!” She said, that ‘tone’ in her voice. Matthew frowned and looked at her, a look that was enough to bring a nun to pray. He shook his head and walked into the kitchen.

He walked up to the fridge and got a bottle of water, he grabbed some painkillers and leaned on the counter. Looking at one female to the other, not realising how much the sight of his upper half would disturb either of them. Should he care? No. He was drunk and his head wasn’t screwed on right. He mumbled something and shook his head. He drank the whole contents in the bottle and threw it in recycling. He had swallowed the tablets already. “Vedere strano lei qui di nuovo.” He said knowing his mother wouldn’t understand. His mother tutted and sighed. Matthew looked back to Cindre and shook his head.

He walked out of the kitchen and back up to his room, this was stupid. Why had he left? He knew why, he couldn’t be bothered with the drama. He looked around and pulled on some black pants, fastening the button and adding a silver belt. He pulled on a Blue and black checked shirt. Put on a necklace and put some drops in his eyes to make his eyes whiter again. He needed to party, he would of invited her latest fu** buddy. But he didn’t have her number, he needed to get out of here. Before drama started. He restyled his hair and grabbed his black shoes, the male was a stunner. Did he know that?

[[Translation: Strange seeing you here again.]]

[T h e L4M3 DUCKii]

I'm gonna [loosen] up my [buttons] for ya
And then I'm [gonna] sink down [real] slow
And when I [get] that quickened [heartbeat] going
Imma [let] you [burn]......

Adios lova!


Cindre had been deep in conversation with Miss Antionette her coffee was already finished off and the two were giggling about something, that something being Matt and his over obsession in being a party pooper. Oh how fun it was chattering away talking about someone you hated and liked at the same time, confusing times were up ahead though. Cindre had been unaware that Matt was even home had she been she would have happily stayed back where she could continue her tennis playing, her vent frustration on hitting the ball across the court was from Matt. Boy did she picture his head as the ball quite a few times during her match with Alex, quite a few times. Everything would have been fine with them conversing at least up until Matt came downstairs and into the kitchen and boy did eh look terrible. Cindre simple smirked at his disheveled state of being, the narrowing of the eyes towards her only made it that much more amusing. When Matt asked her if she had nothing better to do she merely blew him a kiss "Oh nice to see you too princess....and no worries Angela your son simply needs some rest is all" Ohkay so sure she love to hate Matthew Antionette but she wasn't about to let him get to her, the scratches indicated on his chest and back spoke loud and clear what he had done.

Cindre got up when Miss Antionette smiled offering her coffee cup to her, she went to the coffee pot which was maybe a good foot or so away from the fridge and then poured herself and Miss Antionette a glass. "Il pozzo non sono lei una pesca, ora lei vede un'altra puttana soddisfata, alcune donne possono essere così facile alle sue maniere ingannando. .... " she said with a smirk and then brought the two coffee cups to the table and sat down again. She pushed Miss Antionette's cup to her and then she crossed her legs underneath the table, her skirt hiking ever slow,slightly up showing off her smooth tan legs. She leaned forward when Miss Antionette look confused. "Oh Matt and I are just joshing, the little sweetie took up Italian so he could talk to me better....my English eh not as good as I like..." she added with a genuine smile. Her broken English was one thing, but with the contributing accent it left some slightly impressed, Miss Antionette laughed and then turned her attention to the kitchen door where Matt had retreated too.

"What do you think he does Cindre?" she asked. Cindre was unsure of what to say, how could she tell his mother that he was a heartless jerk-off that liked to pray on women for sex and then break their hearts clean in half when he was done. Cindre decided to go a different route with this, she sat back and then made sure her voice was slightly louder for Matt upstairs to hear. Her sarcasm would be missed from his mother but caught on by Matt even in his drunken state. "Oh didn't he tell you Angela he has taken some a small course with Gavyn's football team, I believe he is some sort of feminine mascot, isn't that right Matty!" the corners of her lips curved upward into a vicious smirk. "The ladies love to lash into him, maybe Gavyn worked him too hard.....or one of the cheerleaders beat him up....." she said with a small snort when Miss Antionette started to chuckle along with her.


[OhOhSea:
Trans=Well aren't you a peach, now you see another whore satisfied, some women can be so easy to your beguiling ways..... ]

[XxJessicaelisexX]

Dressed and ready to kill he smirked at his appearance, checked his had his wallet, phone and house keys he walked back downstairs and back into the kitchen. He was waiting for the conversation to take a break so he could speak to his mother. His mother. Just why was she even here? Did she want to control every inch of his life or was she just working on being annoying? He frowned as she told his mother that they were joshing, like he wanted her to lie to his mother for him. Then he heard his mother mutter under her breath asking Cindre what he did. Matt looked his mother straight in the eyes and smiled. “They are scratch marks mother, it isn’t hard to figure it out. Cindre’s just pissed because she isn’t the one that made them. She would like to scratch my eyes out, but she’s here kissing up to you.” He said bitterly and looked at Cindre.

He frowned and spoke. “She isn’t a whore, which is more than I can say for you right now. That skirt just screams bend me over.” He said and looked at his shocked mothers expression. “Matthew, I thought I taught you better than that.” She said. “Yeah, you tried. But you didn’t tell me how much of a b***h one girl could be.” He said and looked at her. His drunken state was disappearing. Why was it she could pull him around and turn his good mood, bad?

He looked back to Cindre and shook his heart. “Why do you make everything into a battle of the sex’s?” He asked. “You’re in my home, talking to my mother after yelling at me in the park. How did you expect this to go? Flowers and a movie?” He said down at the table and looked at his mother. “Can you leave us a moment?” His mother nodded and walked out, this shouldn’t of surprised her. She did some terrible things whilst he was younger to keep a roof over his head. She didn’t teach him anything, except women were objects. He was learning to fix her mistakes, trying to get passed this love was a weakness issue. He was trying and he was slowly failing.

He looked at Cindre and looked over her outfit. “I didn‘t mean that Cindre, you look beautiful.” He said and sighed, his words still slightly slurred. But he was dressed and ready to kill, how would she take his words? “Did you win?” He asked, knowing the outfit meant she came straight from playing tennis. Knowing Cindre was she was pretending the ball was him throughout the whole game. He looked back at her and tilted his head. “I’m going to go out now.” He said and looked at her, standing up. He cleared his throat and nodded at her.

[T h e L4M3 DUCKii]

I'm gonna [loosen] up my [buttons] for ya
And then I'm [gonna] sink down [real] slow
And when I [get] that quickened [heartbeat] going
Imma [let] you [burn]......

Adios lova!


Cindre took a sip of her coffee and then frowned, who and the hell ws she kidding, she hated the fact that Matt had come down and his chest was all scratched up, she had liked to know who the hell got Matt so hyped up where she could not. Sure she had been one of his longer conquests but he dumped her only because she wouldn't put out, or so she thought. She could have been wrong but for the time being she would play as if he let her go because she wouldn't put out, speak of the devil himself and he was being a jerk again, damn him. Her lips parted and she scrunched her nose when he told his mother that Cindre should be jealous because she was the one that wanted to do the damage. Pfft please, Matt should already know that that was far from being sinister, he wss just rubbing her confession in her face out of drunken stupidity, god she hated him sometimes. But yet again Cindre cleverly avoided what he had said "Matt that is uncalled for you know, hurting you is not one of my pleasures and as for kissing up to your mother she invited me over not the other way around....." she said with the a wave of her hand. Sometimes she had a hard time wondering what in the hell Matt was trying to accomplish, if he wanted to hurt her feelings he had already done that back at the park. She swore to herself she would not shed anymore tears for him, if he didn't want her then she wouldn't push for his attention.

Cindre blinked at what Matt said about her skirt, her heart slammed in her chest, she could already feel the heat caressing her cheeks, oh no he was not going to make her cry not again! She awkwardly pulled her skirt down as far as she could clearly embarrassed. "Why do you insist on.....you know what Matt do what you like.....please excuse me Angela I think I should be....." she was cut off by Matthews mother's comment. And like a pro Matt rebutted with an even nastier comment, this only made Cindre freeze in her spot, She did not come here to be taunted at by Matt she came here to give company to his mother and nothing more, she didn't even know he was here in the first place! And then the fight started again he was going off once more, Cindre couldn't take the animosity anymore, she had already shed enough tears for him. She could feel the tears building again but she dare not let them touch her cheeks, so she rose from her seat "You know what I cam here un-knowing you would be home, I wanted to keep my end and stay away but your mother is being so damn persi----" she was cut fof again when he asked his mother to excuse them.

When his mother left then all the nastiness faded away and he said he didn't mean it, that she looked beautiful, Cindre stood there gaping unsure of what to say now that he was being nicer. No! Not again she was not going to be fooled by him again. She grabbed her visor and then pressed her lips together which were starting to tremble "I came here in good faith Matt because your mother asked me, I accept your compliment if it was heartfelt.....you win Matt if you want me gone out of your life for good then I will go....why do you insist on hurting me......you did it back when you left and your doing it now I can't take this......I will not.....have fun at your party if thats what your going to do I won't be a charity case for you any more....." she whispered low so only he could hear. And then she went for the door excusing herself from the house, why was it every time she was around him things got bitter. What was worse was when she called his so called tramp a whore he didn;t agree which meant something, he usually never held on to his one lighters. As she stepped onto the middle of the drive-way she tossed covered her mouth and screamed into her palms, once her fit was over she calmly closed her eyes and then wiped away any evidence of tears, she had to be strong, she always had to be strong when it came to Matt.


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[Chronic Disco]

------------------ ✖ ✖ J a m e s V i n c e n t R i l e y

While walking downstairs, James couldn‘t help but stare into every mirror that he passed by. Sure others would call him an ego maniac, but James just thought of it as acknowledging his good looks. After finally making it outside, his phone went off. A sly smirk appeared on those slender lips of his, from just knowing that it would be Keight. He couldn‘t help but burst into a fit of laughter as he stepped foot inside of his car. The woman really did know how to keep him entertained. Plus he found it rather amusing for her to think that he would ever send someone flowers. God forbid the day that James stopped viewing women as property and did something nice for them.

To: Keight
From: James

I find it rather funny how you think you‘re so damn clever.
Why don‘t you put yourself to good use and get on your knees already?

Hitting the send button, James started up his car and drove off. The nerve of that girl to think she had him around those manipulative fingers of her‘s. James scoffed at the thought. Never in his life has a woman ever had control over him. If anything they‘d be waiting on his beck and call for everything. But Keight…she was just being a flat out b***h. All she needed was some good taming and the girl would be doable. Coming to a red light, James decided to text Matt. The two hadn‘t hung out for quite some time now.

To: Matt
From: James

Hey dickwad, get your a** moving over to our usual spot, while we’re there we can pick up some chicks.

The usual spot meaning the night club that the two of them often attended. It had been a while since James had sex, and he felt just itching to get a lady in bed. Too bad Keight had to play hard to get. If she would continue to do this, even from being all liquored up at the club Hayley would always be an option. Gosh how he just wanted to rip Keight‘s clothes off. She always had a place on his f**k buddy list. Knowing her though, she wouldn‘t dare do something of the sort with someone like him. The need to screw always sky rocketed whenever in her presences. If it weren‘t for consequences James would have had his way with her some time ago. Damn the cops and court system.

Stepping foot into the club, James‘s eyes fell right onto Keight dancing away with some other guy. A smirk appeared on those lips of his, finding the situation to be rather entertaining. She would make a hell of an erotic dancer. Making his way over to the bar, James used his seduction skills to manipulate the bartender into making him a drink. With just one shot everything seemed to rush. James never was a man who knew how to hold down his liquor.

Continuing to watch Keight and flirt up a storm at the same time, feeling slightly jealous. Despite only wanting sex and nothing more James still didn‘t like to see Keight getting fast and loose with other guys. If anything she should be begging for him to screw her. But his pride wouldn‘t allow for him to go over and let his jealousy get the best of him. Instead he continued to go about drinking and flirting. With the occasional glance over in Keight‘s direction.