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 Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 4:35 pm
[ Fort Worth, tx ][9:52]In answer to Horace's question the small blonde shivered a little more violently. Then an arm was around her, and she eagerly leaned into his side, slipping her arm under his jacket and around the small of his back. Better. Not just for the warmth, but the regained proximity. Dainty, chilly fingers slipped down between skin and the band of his boxers. Cruel. But she'd smile up at Horace's friend as he introduced her, an almost wicked smile on glossed lips. Daring some sort of comment, and grinning all the wider when none came. Sh was short, she lacked curves, but she had more self confidence than girls with legs that went on for miles and coke bottle curves. As they passed him she offered a little wiggle of fingers before a cup was pressed into her hand, and with a delighted coo she took a drink. ...And immediately regretted it. "s**t, what is this?" At the first opportunity she set it down. As Horace leaned into her she tipped her head to the sound of his voice, hips rolling from side to side to the beat and pulse of the music. Given the choice, she knew what she wanted to do, and it wouldn't be terribly hard for the young man to figure it out. So in light of an answer she merely grinned, withdrawing her arm from around his waist so she could draw his arms around her. "Think we can safely ditch the coats and not have to worry about them disappearing?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 4:53 pm
[ University of Florida dorm party ] [ 10:10pm ]"I can be pretty persuasive." Harley planted her hand on her hip and squared her shoulders to celebrate to her mission status. Even with the still red marks from the incredibly cold beer on her skin. She made an amused noise and took a long swig of her beer which was, clearly, not the first of her night.
Her phone was buzzing away in her bra still, and aside from a ticklish giggle she managed to continue to ignore it entirely.
"Oh, here and there~" Harley waved her hand in dismissal, and then brushed her long red hair over her shoulder. "But this is my first time completely not land locked!" That was the most exciting thing for her; even of the beaches were about an hour and a half to two hours away. It was a start! "Which is bitchin'." She continued to grin, taking another long swig.
"And you? Where'd you drift in from?" Then, after looking him up and down again, she added: "Aaaand where do you see yourself going?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 5:08 pm
[ University of Florida, fl ][10:11] "Can you now?" it might have been a challenge. Hazel eyes skipped down from bright blue eyes to the rosy red spread of color that lingered on the subtle curve to one side of her chest. It was a fairly obvious once over, gaze sliding lower, before jumping up again to meet her's. He was fairly certain her boobs were vibrating, but if she could ignore the phone, so could he. At her obvious excitement of being surrounded by water on three sides he couldn't help but grin, and he brought his beer up for another long swig . "Salt Lake City." The grin widened at the innuendo that rode that last question. Possibly he should have given an answer that was as loaded as it was subtle, but Zeke wasn't in the business of beating around the bush. He preferred a certain sort of brash, uninhibited honesty. "Where ever you want to go."
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 6:19 pm
[ University of Florida dorm party ] [10:12pm]Harley's grin widened, which ruined any attempt she made to look innocent. He caught on, at least a little, and the teen shifted her weight, oh-so-subtly bringing her hips a little closer to his.
"Well..." The hand with her drink curled a little bit, pressing the cold bottle into her chest once more, perhaps trying to hide the slightly vibrating flesh. It was either Horace or her two friends checking on her; but either way, they weren't as important as the tall hunk in front of her. It was an unfortunate fact that Harley had blinders if there was something she wanted, and right now, there was certainly one (hopefully) very big thing she was after.
"I did find this empty room with a pretty awesome view of campus~" She said as innocently as she could, her free hand reaching out walk two fingers in feather-light, playful steps up the buttons of his waist coat. "I'm sure there's a chair we could block the door with." Apparently incapable of being completely serious, Harley started to laugh again, but at least she attempted to rein herself in, and settled for locking her eyes with his, raising a brow suggestively.
"So...whattcha say?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 6:36 pm
[ University of Florida, fl ][10:13] Sweet and innocent she was not, but then Ezekiel hadn't really thought that particular title had really applied. No, she was a much more confident creature, forward, possibly devious. The twitch of hips, the slight shift of the bottle against hr chest, all meant to draw the eye, and it certainly did, bringing an appreciative smile to tanned features. Whatever subtly they'd been playing with seemed to have disappeared as quickly as it had come, and pale eyes dipped to watch the fingers as they made their way up his chest. When they lifted again they locked with those baby blues, and wordlessly leaned closer, as if he meant to kiss her, but he bypassed her pretty mouth with little more than a teasing breath. Instead he found her ear, the fingers of his free hand brushing curls away as he murmured. "Lead the way." It could have been a broom closet for he cared. The buzz he'd had when she found him had elevated to a point where his head felt delightfully blurry, and she was young, and pretty, and bold as brass.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 10:31 pm
[ Detroit, Michigan ] [ 10:40 PM ]Tommy was, as he was quite often, practically alight with excitement and good cheer, which was practically magnified by every action, every exuberant gesture. Every night, to him, was a night to live for, and he intended to extract every last bit of potential fun that he could, as he always did. He could see that, while Chance was not one to show his enthusiasm so animatedly, the other man was willing to go, and that made Thomas's grin brighten as his gaze swept to the other, younger looking man. "Ah, you have not heard of it? Prepare yourself, than, for but a taste of what this grand city has to offer on the night when, come the stroke of midnight, we allow ourselves to start over, to make bold promises that we can not hope to keep, but that, for just a few beautiful moments, we believe we can!" Tommy's teeth flashed in a grin before he continued. "A magnificent ball held at the historical Fillmore Theatre, food to make you salivate, drink to fill you to your merry brim, world renowned DJ's and only the finest of cirque style entertainment to take your breath away. Ah yes! It will be a night of magic and wonder indeed!" Tommy's arms dropped from all of this grand gestures, and he jerked a thumb behind him towards the door, while letting out a laugh. "Should I see about getting us a cab, then?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 9:21 am
[ Fort Worth, tx ][9:55]Horace smiled as she moved his arms around her. Yes, this was a good activity. His hands wandered lower, smoothing over Peyton's mini-skirt as her hips began to sway. And, she asked a question abndhe blinked before registering it. "Oh, Estevez said there's a room upstairs we can put our stuff in - and if we need to stay the night, too." Giving her one last squeeze, he pulled back. "Want me to take yours up there or do you wanna come to?" [ Fort Worth, tx ][10:30]He'd found a moment to lean against the wall, cup of beer in his hand. He scrolled through his text messages - a few from schoolmates that he ignored. Quote: Text To: Jordan not drunk & not afraid of you, big bad TA. bring it, I like it hard Quote: Text To: Jordan Tbh I'm not entirely sure why i'm at this party, but as long as Pey has fun, i'll have fun. without her, i'm sit-at-home-Jones. Quote: Text To: Jordan whatever you're doing at midnight is how you'll spend the rest of the year - my gma said that, so make it worth something, Jordan biggrin Horace sent Harley a few more texts, just to irritate her. They were all pictures of random boys and girls with number ratings. The scale of hotness. After this, he decided he'd stop bothering her.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 10:20 am
[ Detroit, MI ] [ 10:45 PM ]
The look on his face was more than a little amused. Chance eased his way out from behind the counter with all the grace and laziness of a sleepy cat, pressing a hand to his mouth as he yawned. He reached back over and pressed a few buttons to shut the system down, and then made his way to the front door, pulling down the shade and locking it with a set of keys produced from his pocket.
A party with these two strangers, hm? he thought, giving his head a little shake as he slid the keys back away again. His eyes strayed from one to the other, expression contemplative. It could be worse. Actually, it could be pretty entertaining. They're not exactly similar, and that one kid is clearly terrified but trying to act cool.
"Let's go, then," said Chance amiably, and linked his fingers together behind the back of his head, carving a path through the winding bookshelves towards the door that Oliver had already started to. "Tommy, my man, why don't you call us a ride?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 7:15 pm
[ University of Florida, FL ] [10:14pm]Zeke leaned in, and for a moment, Harley's heart jumped into her throat. It was one thing to joke, tease, and suggest, but it was definitely another to feel the breath on her skin, the light brush of her hair. Her grin had faltered for only a moment, but his breathy murmur was enough to bring it back in full force.
"As you wish~" She chuckled, her walking hand sliding to wrap her fingers around his wrist, about ready to lead him to the empty room. "But first~" She purred suddenly, pulling his arm to bring him closer to her as her head tilted, her lips catching his. Really, she had wanted to wait until they got to that room. It had been her intention to tease and play until then, but...well, he was right there and that room was down the hall. It just didn't make sense.
She released his wrist hear her hips, her hand ghosting up his arm to curl around the side of his neck and over his tattoo as the first kiss turned into a second and third if he would allow it, arching her body against his.
Except the texts kept coming, and damn you Horace you must be dying.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 3:37 pm
[ Fort Worth, tx ][9:56]She thought about just dealing with the bulk of her coat, not at all happy with the idea of him leaving her there on her own, but he'd be back quickly. Fishing her phone of her coat pocket(and not looking at it, because she was sure there were a good number of missed messages on there), she slipped out of it and offered it up to him. "Hurry back, yeah?" [ Fort Worth, tx ][10:35]Horace had stepped away for something, bathroom she thought he'd murmured against the shell of her ear, and Peyton remained on the arm of the couch she'd taken a seat on. There was a drink in her hand -- something sweet and colorful, she didn't know what it contained, but it was more than drinkable, and probably horribly intoxicating -- and she nursed it as she waited for her boyfriend to return to her. They'd taken a break from dancing, too warm, definitely buzzed. There was another couple on the couch, taking up considerably more room then they had, and apparently oblivious to the fact that they were currently in a room filled with people if the hand under the girl's tank top was any indication. The blonde blinked at them, lost somewhere between judgmental and amused, when someone sat down beside her. "Hey, I thought you got los..." She trailed off as she realized the body beside her did not belong to Horace. Not as tall, broader of shoulder, with dark eyes and lighter hair. And leering at her. She blinked at him, expression dry, and pointedly leaned away from him. A silent indicator that she was not interested, but the guy appeared to be drunk, or ballsy, because he looped a hand around her hips and attempted to pull her into his lap. "Hey!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 3:49 pm
[ University of Florida, fl ][10:16pm]He liked to watched people's reactions to things. That was Ezekiel's thing, more than a hobby, and less. They why her breath caught as he'd moved forward, the slip of her smile, all of it had him smirking as he brushed his lips against the edge of her ear, before thin fingers were wrapping around his wrist. Then she was pulling him in against her, and instead of leading him off somewhere more private she was rising up to catch his mouth in an eager, impatient kiss. One he'd aim to deepen with the brush of his tongue against her lower lip. When she let his hand go near her hip fingers played against the soft skin between the top of her pants and her shirt, his other hand coming up to disappear into full curled, cupping the back of her neck as she arched against him. It was impossible not to feel the buzz of her phone now, and for a long while Zeke ignored it. But after the 6th buzz he couldn't quite hold back a chuckle. "Someone's popular." It was murmured against her lips, and he kneaded the tips of his fingers along the back of her scalp.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 6:51 pm
[ Fort Worth, tx ][10:37]Texts sent, mission accomplished, Horace wove his way back to Peyton. Maybe they could dance some more or go smoke. One of Estevez' frat bros had told him there was strip poker going on upstairs. He frowned - Horace was unsure if he wanted anybody leering at his girlfriend. The music was ******** loud enough to make his head pound. He shouldn't have left Pey - she was little and easily lost. As if thinking that thought lit a beacon, he saw her. Saw her get pulled into some other guy's lap. And judging from her surprised face, not willingly. Horace saw red. His cup was thrust at some random party-goer and he shoved his way to the couch. Grabbing Peyton's arm in one hand, he jerked her away from the handsy idiot. The frat boy's arm tightened around Peyton's waist for a second before he let go, mildly surprised by the sight of Horace. Maybe if Horace hadn't been buzzed or on edge, he could've laughed it off, accepted apologies, done the sort of thing sane people do. Instead, his other hand drew back and he punched the drunkard with a clean crack along his jaw. "Don't touch my ******** girlfriend," he growled, and drew back his hand to punch him again.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 6:55 pm
[ University of Florida ] [10:17pm]The taste was all she wanted, and it was the better than she expected. That was, of course, until the buzzing became obvious to the both of them.
"Someone better be dying." Was her response, teased out with a giggle against his lips for good measure. "Pause." She sighed, before stealing one last kiss and leaning her head away. "To be continued." She promised, that stupid grin of hers returning. Her hand slid back again, tracing down his arm until she could entwine her fingers with his, while the one around his neck slid down to free the phone from her bra.
A grand total of twenty messages waited for her; the vast majority were from Horace, while a few were from the girls she had dragged to the party with, one informing her that she had 'tapped' and the other one claiming she was going home because she didn't feel well.
"I hope you don't mind, I'm just gonna respond to a few of these so they don't think I've been kidnapped murdered." She informed Zeke with a cheerful tone to her voice and a rather obvious bounce to her step; at least while she was checking her messages, she was dragging him away from where they stood, and out into the hallway. Presumably towards the apparently empty room with a view.
"...But I guess also in case I'll be kidnapped and murdered. You know, gotta protect myself!" She fired off a few more texts - and a few responses to Horace's rating systems - without even glancing up. Her feet were seemingly moving on their own, but she walked like she had a purpose.
Which was, suddenly, the door in front of them, when she finally stopped moving (and stopped showing him some of the people Horace was being faced with).
"Tah dah! Unlocked room with a view~!" The phone was ignored in favour of throwing open the door, delighted to find it as empty as it was last time - and fairly lived in, as if the person who usually resided here hadn't gone home for the holidays. Oh well, their room was about to be re-purposed, and it was their own fault.
"Can you block the door? I'm gonna make sure my dumb friend doesn't bother us" And then she sent more texts.
the semblance of unity Text to: Horace holy s**t you're chatty tonight like wtf dude Text to: Horace i was making out with this guy and he was like your chest is vibrating Text to: Horace except he didn't say it like that Text to: Horace dude your party is awesome but mine is better Text to: Horace oh but guess what! we're both c**k-chasing! Text to: Horace but mine's probably a lot more fun than yours Text to: Horace because human cocks > peacocks Text to: Horace and i wasn't getting laid but i wa tryin andit's about to pay off Text to: Horace so please hold all texts until tomorrow morning Text to: Horace Except if you're dying, then tell me that k??? or if you punch someone cause i want pictures Text to: Horace And i get all ur stuff if you die ok bbl have fun with whats-r-face!! Text to: Horace < almostprofessor-hottie.jpg> gonna tap dis mwahahaa Text to: Horace Hattie is typing...
"Okay so I'm not supposed to call your d**k a 'meat schlong' soooo how do you feel about 'turgid love impaler'?" She practically cackled in amusement, taking a chance on Zeke having a ridiculous sense of humour...or at least the will to continue what they started, now knowing that she had a ridiculous sense of humour. "I have ridiculously awesome friends." She explained, before opening her arms with a grin.
"...Unpause?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 4:58 pm
[ Fort Worth, tx ][10:40]"Get your ******** hands off me!" She was yelling it as he pushed against the frat boy's chest, a snarl in her voice, lip curled, and there was every chance she'd have hauled off and smashed a fist into his face if she'd gotten the chance, but Horace was going to beat her to it. She startled as his hand closed tightly around her arm, boarderline painful and jerked at her, but the familiar voice that bellowed beside her had a cold, cruel little smile touching glossed lips. Horace pulled her out of the other guy's lap, and his grip on her did hurt, but there was no complaint. She watched, eyes glittering, as her boyfriend cocked back a fist and cracked the offending a*****e square in the jaw. Another hit connected, this time Horace's knuckles connecting solidly with the frat boy's nose, and they heard the satisfying crunch of cartilage breaking. It was enough, Peyton reached up to wrap small fingers around her boyfriend's wrist before he could reel his fist back for another blow. People were shouting around them, someone else had grabbed a hold of Horace's shirt, but the petite girl smacked their hand away with a growl. "G'teh ******** off him! Go deal with your c**k sucker friend." Someone had gotten the other guy a towel to hold over his face, and Peyton gave him one last, satisfied smirk before giving Horace's wrist am a tug, pulling him through the crowd, pulling his arms around her, as she lead him away from the living room and up the stairs. She'd have bruises on her arm come morning. When they'd reached the relative seclusion of the second floor hall she turned in his arms, pushing him up against the wall, and stepped in against him.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 6:48 pm
[ University of Florida ][10:18]He seemed amused rather than put of by her checking her phone in the middle of what had been proving to be a very enjoyable kiss. Ezekiel's pride wasn't a fragile thing, it would take a lot more than this to so much as scratch at it. So he smiled down at her as she fished the offending object from her bra, the other hand sliding back down his arm so she could slip pale fingers between tan ones. "Take your time," he'd urge, chuckling under his breath. It wasn't like she was going anywhere, not considering she'd come to talk to him. When she began leading the way out of the dorm there had been standing in he fell into step more or less at her side. Attention where they were going, politely away from her phone, least til she was holding up pictures with number ratings for him to judge. A task that was perhaps a little lost on the Senior given his tastes. They reached the room Harley had informed him about as he was looking over a jock type guy with a buzz cut. Her friend had given him a 7, Harley had responded with a 8. Zeke couldn't have given his honest two cents without at least meeting the guy to see what he was like. Vapid and dull just didn't do it for him, no matter how aesthetically pleasing. Oh, but it didn't really matter anymore. The door was open, the room was empty, and the fascinating little spitfire freshman was asking him to block the door--which he did, wedging a chair beneath the knob. His head tilted as she finished up reassuring her friends that she was not in danger of dismemberment or murder, and a brow rose at 'turgid love impaler'. "Creative. Though I think you might have other ideas." Once she saw for herself. The grin he flashed her was positively wicked. Ridiculous senses of humor were just dandy, Zeke had one of his own. Hand lifting, he hooked fingertips at the edge of her jaw, drawing her in against him to catch her mouth in another kiss.
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