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 Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 1:50 pm
It hadn't taken long for Sasha to fall into a routine. She kept as busy as possible in the labs doing nothing in particular - looking after minipets was her general go-to activity. She'd taken to walking around wide-eyed with a smile on her lips, ever-willing to offer a small greeting to those she passed. It was safe and comfortable, a facade that was enhanced so elegantly by her small frame, simple clothes, scar-free skin and long, long hair. Nobody suspected what resided beneath the pretty mask, beneath the soft skin. Having finished her duties for the day, Sasha was quickly making her way to the mess hall for a quick meal before spending a few hours on the training field.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 8:29 pm
An old rickety table, sitting useless at the end of the hall, was Maebe's favorite waiting spot. She should have been out training with the dummies, instead of lounging on a table, kicking her legs back and forth childishly. But she wasn't. She sat, patient and vigil, waiting for fresh prey. And it came, in the form of a killer body and long, flowing hair. God help her, that was a beautiful woman. Maebe didn't want to spar her, she wanted to do so many other things. You must work on your focus, little one. Thaw reminded her responsibly. Are you saying that woman isn't giving you an ethereal boner, bro? It was hard to believe how detached Thaw could remain, despite the dark and dirty paths Maebe's mind always forged. She felt nothing but impatience and disappointment from him, and shook her head. Unbelievable. You're a robot.I am a Balrog. He corrected. She could sense that he was trying to be clever. Comparatively, it missed the mark. "Hiii," She singsonged to the bombshell headed in her direction. The greeting was light, friendly, and innocent. One single word, filled with a thousand lies.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 8:37 pm
Sasha hadn't been expecting to run into anyone, and when the friendly voice called out to her, she faltered appropriately. With a concerned look, Sasha tucked a long piece of dark hair behind her ear as she came to a stop in front of the blonde. "Hello," her voice was quiet and almost shy. "Are you lost?" If she'd been focused, Sasha might've recalled the woman from the slumber party with the pizza. As it was, Sasha's mind was elsewhere - and it was obvious she did not remember this particular blue-eyed blonde. "Did you need help?" The rickety table was given a dubious look before Sasha pressed her lips together, brows lifting towards her hairline.
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 1:27 am
"Lost?" Maebe tilted her head in confusion. Did she look lost? That pleased her. She giggled and shook her head. "No, I'm okay. I was just taking a break. All work and no play.." Her eyes almost lowered to rake down her body, but she stopped herself. Not yet. She'd reeled the woman in with her carefully crafted innocence, and was willing to try and keep the facade as long as possible, until she discovered something worthwhile. Her legs kicked playfully. Back and forth. Back, and forth. "I just wanted to say hi. I've never seen you before. I'm new, you see." Her hand reached out for a shake. "My name is Maebe." Will you be my friend?
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 6:35 am
Sasha's brows lowered and a smile flickered across her lips. She moved forward to extend her own hand, looking more than a little thrilled to make a new friend. "Maebe. I'm Sasha. It's nice to meet you. I thought you might be lost because this is a rather odd place to, ah - take a break." Sasha's eyes dropped to those playfully kicking legs, "How long have you been on the island, Maebe? And which division are you in?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 2:52 pm
Her hand was small and feminine, just like Maebe's - her fingers curled around, brushing across the skin thoroughly as she pulled it away. "That's why I like it. It's odd, just like me. By the window, too - it lets me lounge in the sun." Her eyes followed Sasha's, down to her legs. They slowed, and gently swayed, as though she'd grown coy with the attention. "Just a few months. I'm a Moon, I guess." She wasn't sure how long that would be the case - it had become very obvious that she was not cut out for defense.Her eyes lifted up, but they moved slowly, taking in the sights. When they landed on the waves of hair cascading down Sasha's back, she sighed. "You have the most beautiful hair." There was longing in her voice, and a touch of envy - because women always seemed so envious of her hair. She attempted to mimic that envy, since it seemed appropriate.
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 3:00 pm
Sasha watched Maebe's face quite closely, and something flashed in her eyes. It dark and off, staggeringly different from the sweet and innocent look that quickly replaced it. Schooling her features into something that more suited to whatever game was afoot, Sasha dropped her gaze and pursed her lips a little. "Oh, do you like it? It's my pride and joy, quite honestly. I've never cut it. It's been growing since I was a little girl."
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 1:18 am
"I do like it." Maebe slid off of the table, and stepped closer. Her movements were serpentine, and swayed. "I'm so used to looking at mine. I love my hair, but there's something truly.. exotic about black hair." She was in front of her now, but her eyes were focused on the locks that cascaded behind Sasha's shoulder. "It captivates me." Her hand lifted up, brushing a strand of the hair with light and tender touches. The side of her finger 'accidentally' brushed down the woman's neck as she passed. "I could never pull off a look like this. You need the skin of a porcelain doll. Flawless. Like yours." Her blue eyes flickered, meeting Sasha's. "It's just perfect on you."
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 8:38 am
Sasha remained motionless, lips parted - but something flickered in the depths of her eyes. A strange curiosity, but more than that, it was an anger. Someone so blatantly touching her, someone who was in no way equal to her. Someone who was playing some sort of game, and someone who would have undoubtedly succeeded had Sasha been a little more foolish. A little more stupid. Maebe was good, but Sasha had the distinct impression that she was better. However, despite that, Sasha had to wonder if she was reading too much into it - perhaps Maebe really hadn't meant to touch her neck, and maybe she really was just a vapid, worthless b***h. Someone easily manipulated, drawn in. Sasha cleared her throat and laughed nervously as she took a step back, a furious blush riding high on her cheeks. She averted her eyes and fussed with her hair. Despite her actions, there was a tenseness around her lips, a calculated hardness in her eyes - a warning to Maebe if the other woman knew what to look for. "You're embarrassing me," Sasha whispered softly, "and - and I don't really like being touched like that, Maebe."
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 7:36 pm
Maebe's hand remained frozen exactly where it had been the moment Sasha moved away, but the reaction had her eyebrows raising with surprise. She was blushing, a precious little thing, but Maebe knew better. Maebe knew exactly better. She'd caught that look, and let its meaning sink in deep. The porcelain doll was hiding something. She itched to find out what. "Sorry." She chirped out playfully. "But I can't help myself. And you shouldn't be so embarrassed about being beautiful. I'm sure it comes in very handy." She took a step forward, making up for the lost space between them - but she didn't stop there. She walked around Sasha, brushing her fingers along the back of her hair like a curtain. "If you want, you could tell me exactly how you do like to be touched. I'm open to suggestions."
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 7:52 pm
The instant that Maebe moved back around in front of her, Sasha was smoothly moving. Her face contorted into something ugly and bestial as she used her hands and body to shove Maebe backwards. If the blonde didn't react, she'd find herself with her back against the nearest wall, Sasha pressed tightly to her front. This was no stupid, vapid woman. This was a woman who knew exactly what she was doing - and because of that, this woman was immediately deemed a threat - or something valuable. Something that could come in useful at any given point in time. "Enough about me, Maebe. How do you like to be touched?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 8:04 pm
Maebe never fought a good, strong shove. She slammed into the wall, feeling the vibration of it sing up her spine. Her face winced, and then went blissfully slack. Sasha was flush against her body. Maebe felt every curve, every dip, and longed to roam her hands down them. She longed to pinch and bite and pull and caress. But most of all, she just wanted things exactly as they were, pushing her hard into the wall with the force of her whole body. Yes, this was perfect. "Just," She inhaled a shaky breath. "Like," And another, as each word used up all of her oxygen, lengthened into a long and telling whisper. "This."
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 9:35 am
Sasha giggled softly, the sound reminiscent of flowers and spring breezes, innocence and childhood playgrounds. As quickly as she'd been on Maebe, Sasha was twirling away from the other woman. Her hair flared out around her, long and unbidden, cascading around her in a fall of midnight curls. "I like you, Maebe," Sasha whispered, her voice breathy and gentle and backed with steel. "I like you very, very much." Her head slowly tilted to the side, luminous eyes never leaving Maebe's face. "You're very pretty. Like a doll - and so very soft. Pliable." Sasha gave a half-smile, one that held no humor. Her gaze gleamed with calculated interest. "Tell, me, Maebe," Sasha whispered, taking a half-step forward, "would you like to play?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 7:17 pm
She as gone as quickly as she'd come, and Maebe felt a cold sense of loss. She slumped, watching Sasha swirl in rivulets of black, and grinned with too much teeth. Too much hunger, too much demand. She was pretty, and she silently thanked Sasha for noticing the obvious. Her body coiled, tensing as if preparing to pounce, when Sasha inched forward. Her posture feigned some sort of submission, lowering as if to give Sasha the upper hand - but nothing about her expression felt submissive. She was not the servant, but the serpent, preparing to strike. "Oh, Sasha." She breathed out in a chuckle. "I am always ready to play."
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 6:04 am
Sasha's experiences in all things sexual had been quite limited. There had only been two men; never a woman, but in truth Sasha knew that would need to be remedied. Who better to learn from than Maebe, with that predatory expression on her face, the soft body and pretty face. Who better to teach Sasha the things she would need to know? She could think of no one better. Maebe was virtually a stranger, which appealed to Sasha very, very much. "I was going to eat lunch," Sasha's voice was a soft, musical sound. "But I find I'm hungrier for other things. Will you take me to your room?"
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