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 Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 10:19 pm
The labs have been cleared. The main building and each training field followed soon after, leaving the dorms and little else behind, tainted with grey and shrouded shadows. Clerise has had quite enough of bunks and closed quarters and mist seeping through every corner. So she planned. Without asking Dakota, but she had a...feeling. That it'd be okay. nyxtsuki moon Text from Clerise to Dakota: hey brat~ you and me a weekend and barcelona. nyxtsuki moon Text from Clerise to Dakota: waiting for you at the portal ;D And she was; duffel packed, runic daggers underneath a vest, and legs clad in newly acquired leggings.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 10:55 pm
Dakota would be fine.
In fact he would be quite pleased.
He too was tired of constant breathing of his teammates in a tiny a** bunker on top of each other like a pile of ants in a small ant hill. A very...tiny...ant hill.
And they were just busy little workers weren't they? First they destroyed the Horsemen's homes, came back to clear out a s**t ton of the remains of a crazy a** Phoenix and now....
Now it was time for some Vacation.
So yes, He was quite pleased when he got Clerise's text. Sending a quick one to her as he grabbed what little clothing he could manage from his dorm.ILU 5 EVR Text to Clerise: Bring on the Matador's.
"Clerise." He saw the delicious red crop of hers followed by a nice tight bod and then to cap it off...
He groaned.
"Leggings are the Devil's creation Woman." He practically whimpered in sadness at the sight of the things that girls found fashionable to wear under skirts now. Not fun when you were a skirt chaser.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 11:12 pm
Quote: Text from Clerise to Dakota: matadors* no apostrophe dumbass also: good. : DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD Clerise grinned, eyes alight by the sight of Dakota turning to putty without even being near her hands. She crooked a finger at the teenager, practically skipping through the portal-- Wait. Scratch the practically. Clerise was skipping, and rather enthusiastically so. They were deposited on busy streets, and the Life trainee had conned a lab techie into getting her instructions. "Our hotel was expensive and I owed~ someone some favors." She spoke airily, waving her hand. "But it's five star, brat~ So let's go check it out, huh?" Clerise swung an arm over his shoulder, leaning in to nuzzle against his neck. She had feelings for Clarice, but that didn't overwrite the fun she had with Dakota. Besides, she'd made it clear. They were for funsies. God, she wanted some of that right now. "Before anything, I want like, a forever long bubble bath. Just saying."
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 11:26 pm
Dakota was melting, but that was because he was very...VERY overwhelmed with a DESIRE...in his LOINS...that had been waiting to be curbed since this mission had even begun and goddamn it. He had been c**k blocked by LIFE...literally.
But he was just more excited for a new place, a new scene, and fun. Goddamn, they were going to Barcelona! He wanted to eat all the food, play with some colorful attractions, perhaps find a beach (if they had them) to sit in the sun and soak some much needed Vitamin D. And when that was all said and down. Night fell in.
He'd con Clerise into a wrestling match so he could get his hands all over her and her bod, perhaps ignite a Spanish fire in her in the city of sin. (yes he thought it one of those cities...)
"Oh you Fancy huh?" He toned deaf mimicked that Drake song before being led into the portal and deposited in a busy street. No one looked at them as Dakota donned a pair of sun glasses and looked around.
"Lead the way Lady Red." He gave a charming salute to some Spanish dancers as they passed. "And we'll get you a nice long...bubble bath..." His eyebrows waggled with all sorts of innuendo.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 11:41 pm
Clerise just rolled her eyes at her companion, sliding her fingers down his arm to entwine with his-- mostly so she could yank him along at her preferred pace through the crowd: a fast one. They strode into the building together, cream walls and warm lighting and tall ceilings. She whistled, long and low. "Wow, pictures didn't do this place justice," the redhead murmured, taking charge and checking the pair of them in. She knew a little Spanish, but was glad that most fancy pants hotels had agents that spoke English in addition to their native language. "Oh, will we, now?" Clerise crooned into Dakota's ear, handing him a keycard and smirking. "Not that we'll be needing to leave, really," was all she said quietly, promises interwoven in her words. They take the elevator to the tenth floor. She groped him on the seventh floor.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 12:07 am
Dakota relaxed his hand as she intertwined their hands. Eyes shielded his curious looks to the buildings and population. He was in fact, enjoying the view of something new really. And then it went by a blur as the whirlwind of Clerise dragged him into a nice hotel.
Like super nice. Hell he could feel the soft plush fibers of carpet from hi shoes and how he just...snuck into it. He didn't see the pictures but was glad to know that this place was brimming to the top with class.
Everyone deserved Classy after that battle.
"This place has some nice digs." He nodded to the person behind the desk, taking the glasses of and placing them on his head.
"Oh?" Dakota practically turned to jelly legs at the mention of a STAY in weekend. Yes. It was time. IT WAS PAST TIME FOR HIM TO LOSE SOMETHING. Grinning, he leaned in as the Elevator door closed, raining kisses down her neck. He heard the dings of the floors as they rose.
And then felt her hand reaching a very...sensitive place.
"Clerise...." He hissed, pressing her into the elevator wall. Hands placed on either side of her head, his mouth pressing to hers, tongue sliding in to encourage her for more....frisky.....
Dammmmmmmmmn though. He forgot how long he'd been without her touch and now seriously craved for it. Romantics away, that basic instinct of being touched overrode him.
He needed this. For once, he really needed it. Not wanted. Needed.
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 9:17 am
Clerise laughed into Dakota's kisses, tilting her head back, cheeks bright with a flush. "That's my name, don't wear it out~" she crooned at her fellow hunter, letting her back hit the elevator's wall, arching into him-- it dinged for their floor. With a firm grip around his wrist, Clerise yanked Dakota down towards their room, shoving him up against the door for insistent kisses. Grabbing and touching and fumbling for the key card, barely managing to open the door, falling inside with him. Oh, yes. It had been way too long. So she flung the Moon hunter across the room and halfway onto the bed, straddling him and-- "Are you sure?" Red eyes hazy, tongue peeking out to lick at her lips. Clerise grabbed for his wrists, to press them into the bed, but god knew Dakota was a strong one. "We can wait, you know, if you need...time. We don't have to go all the way, or whatever."
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 12:32 am
He grinned before licking her neck.
"Try not to but it just rolls off the tongue Red." He was yanked off the elevator and slammed into a door, all that seem to not matter though as he felt the kisses rained down on him. Her hands were everywhere...
And they hadn't even made it to the room.
When he heard the faint click of the room key on the door, he praised god.
In he went, followed by the hungry she-cat that was Clerise and when she paused again, he pressed against the bed, hands thrown over his head, breathing ragged.
Dakota arched against her and smiled lazily, heated but none the less lazily.
"I was sure as soon as you told me we were going on a trip Clerise." He laughed at her, her sincerity and her kindness. "We both know this was a LONG time coming. Just took us awhile to get here." He waited a beat.
"So start teaching me Teach?"
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 9:35 pm
Clerise just laughed warmly, infinitely pleased that she could rile the teen up in every way without trying. "I just wanted to be sure," the redhead offered, bringing her face closer to Dakota's, nuzzling against his jaw. "I think this can be arranged." [ FADING 2 BLACK NOW 8I ]
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