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 Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 12:19 pm
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This was.. nice.
It was starting to become a little obvious that Maebe wasn't used to something as gentle as Otto. Her kiss had been too forceful in the beginning, but he soothed her until she was as calm as he was. And that wasn't so bad, in the end. Sure, she didn't want to maul his clothes off - but they were still in the ballroom, so that was probably a good thing. This was far more innocent than she remembered kissing ever being. There was no expectancy behind it. No pressure, no urge. Just kissing for kissing's sake.
Although she would never admit it, she melted when she heard that little happy sound. What guy did that, like, ever? Did sounds like that seriously happen? She realized she'd let out one of her own in response, before she could really think about it - but then again, she couldn't think about anything, at the moment.
Especially not all of the dark, hateful thoughts that usually floated freely around her head. All of the jealousy, the anger, the disgust, and most importantly, the pride. All those black emotions that fueled her every move were placed carefully on pause, for the moment. They were sure to return later.
Otto's hands roamed across her hair, and she seized up, momentarily distracted by the touch.
"Ah." She whispered out against his lips, lifting her hand up to pull his fingers out of her hair and put them firmly back on her body, where they were safe. "Careful." Her hair was far too perfectly styled for that kind of touch, tonight.
Hands running through hair felt nice, but there were priorities here..
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 1:28 pm
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Otto was right. Maebe was no longer bored, and he'd done an excellent job of keeping her occupied. Whoever had taught him to kiss deserved to be commended - and she might have even asked for details, if they weren't interrupted. She lifted her head, blinking away fogginess to narrow her gaze on Alistaire. Had she hoped he would catch her with her pretty little distraction? God, yes. Unfortunately, being that he was Alistaire, and therefore completely on par with her in terms of their relationship, his reaction was less than satisfactory.
She could have done with a little more jealousy. She just couldn't admit that, because that would mean she actually cared, and God forbid Alistaire find out she actually cared.
"Finally." Maebe breathed out in annoyance, even as Alistaire held her head firmly up to look at him. "I can't believe you made me wait this long. You've got so much nerve."
He let her head go, and she turned immediately back to Otto. At no point had she moved away, or even let him do the same. She reached up and touched his nose fondly. "I did. He's so cute. Peypey's cousin. And you know what, Alistaire?" She was still looking at Otto when her lips pursed tightly in mischief. "He's a very good kisser. You've got some competition."
No he didn't.
But God, how she hoped he would worry that he did.
"Otto, Alistaire. Alistaire, Otto. Though you two have probably met. Just, not as well as we just did."
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 2:05 pm
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He gave Maebe a look that clearly indicated he had no intention of spouting off the sort of nonsense associated with a jealous lover. His fingers absently slid up and down the side of her neck in idle strokes, Alistaire leveling a look towards Otto, though he was speaking to Maebe when he opened his mouth.
"I didn't make you wait, I arrived later than I intended, and it had nothing to do with you," he said lightly. The "competition" quip made him tilt his head slightly, and he scrutinized Otto the way someone might study something beneath a microscope; less as a human being and more as a subject. Alistaire reached out a hand (the one that wasn't currently against Maebe's throat) and touched the side of Otto's face, examining it.
"Good evening, Otto," said Alistaire with a faint smirk and then dropped his hand. While he wasn't jealous of Maebe's apparent boytoy, there was a certain sense of possessiveness that stemmed from his inability to distance himself properly. He should have let go long ago, but Maebe's personality made things a little difficult.
His hand curled beneath Maebe's chin again, and with an easy tilt of her head upwards and a shift of his own downwards, his mouth found hers in a somewhat less-than-chaste kiss, his fingers pressing against her throat. He pulled away after a few moments, licking his lips, and smiled catlike at Otto.
"How's your evening been so far?" Alistaire asked, as though he had not just interrupted their little tryst.
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 2:28 pm
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That look. That good old look that reminded Maebe, no matter how much she liked to believe it was the other way around.. Alistaire always had the upper hand. He wasn't her pretty toy.. she was his.
She deflated, giving up on any chance that he would give a real damn for a single second.
Maebe felt those possessive hands on her neck, and her eyes dropped to look at Otto, as well. He looked scared, so she shook her head slightly. He had nothing to be scared of, with Alistaire. In fact, Maebe half-expected Alistaire to leave them both and go find something more interesting. No, she half-expected that that was why he was late, in the first place. And this was why Alistaire was always so level and cool-headed, and she was.. not. She reminded herself how important it was not to care about anything but herself, and gave Otto a gentle smile.
It wouldn't last long. She broke away from Otto's eyes when Alistaire lifted her chin to claim her again, and reminded her why she was so surprised at soft kisses. Alistaire's lips pressed hard, like a thumbprint making its mark. This was his, it said. Just a reminder.
When he pulled away, Maebe was flushed, drunk, and yet, in her eyes, there was a flash of something - disappointment.
She was going to miss gentle kisses.
Her hands released Otto, freeing him from the bonds of a very awkward situation. Her perfect little lips jutted out in a perfect little frown, and even if the question wasn't meant for her, she answered it - as she still lived in a world where everything revolved around her. Including conversations.
"Nice."
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 2:37 pm
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Being stuck there, trying not to look as Alistaire and Maebe shared a very strong, very adult looking kiss. His face burned red, wishing for nothing more than to be set free from this reminder. A reminder that he was not meant for this at all. Alistaire had staked his claim, and he was not allowed here.
He stepped back as Maebe released him, only looking to her when she answered a question for him. She looked sad. But wasn't this her date? Maybe he was making things awkward by being here. Either way, none of this was any of his business. His heart hurt and raced, his face burned so hot it hurt.
"Yeah.. Nice..." He grimaced, stepping back another few steps. "Sorry.. I'll..." Otto jogged for an exit, running to find Peyton. Preparing to hear 'I told you so'.
[[Exit]]
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 2:47 pm
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The way he spoke was a bit odd, but she was able to puzzle it out with relative ease as the words reached her, possibly taking just a second longer than she should have. Then again, if something truly stumped her, there was always someone in her head that could use English and help translate. If Charles chose to be helpful rather than insulting.
But it seemed as if she had managed to stumble her way onto the word that she had been looking for, or at least the confused look finally left Milo's face. This was it. This was proof that perhaps, just perhaps he belonged in the movies. The funny sidekick rather than the leading role that she was destined to be in, but it was a start.
Then he actually told the joke. She was trying to puzzle it out when he grinned and ruined the answer. She had to think about it for a moment, mentally waving, trying to think of how that related, and after much too long of a pause associated the word wave to the ocean. But really, who could blame her, she was a city girl. "Clever," she finally settled on, giving him a weak smile but no laughs or giggles. "You may want to learn new jokes before you try for any auditions, but you might be able to make it." She reached out, patting him on the shoulder almost gingerly, and really, she was just trying to be nice. After all, the chances he could win an audition with such a performance was dismal.
chirigami I just haven't rped Taani that much period, plus the timeline...sorry for the belated reply!
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 7:16 pm
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