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 Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 3:56 am
 Fastening his pants button the moment he exited the bar, Fang smirked to himself as he headed towards the elevator; The two possible conclusions to the little interlude fluttering through his mind and warming his nether region. Option one: the pixie blonde actually grabbed a water bottle and started keeping an eye out for him…or two…the woman wouldn’t be able to resist her urges and follow him into the eleva— ‘ hahahahaha!’, Fang laughed in his head and it resulted in a chuckle bubbling in his throat at feeling hands on his back; pushing him into the elevator.
“ Well, hello.”, Fang managed to say as the kitten in heat nibbled on his neck. Trapped in an elevator with a very attractive woman, Fang didn’t mind being a cornered dog. In fact…watching that pixie blonde run her fingers over every single floor of the hotel was quite invigorating to his ego. Annabelle wanted him. Badly. Closing his eyes to his knowledge of woman as feisty as this one, it was likely that the blonde wanted one good lay before being rude to his face. While his own fiery kempt nature could encourage another round when he felt determined enough to argue for it; he knew how much he would be arguing with Emily, Skull, and their many guests before the weekend was over. Sadly, Fang was a selfish man. He wanted more than one day’s amusement, and by god he was going to get it.
However…with Annabelle shoving him against the wall and clicking buttons while she nibbled his jaw…it took the man a moment to see through the haze of lust enough to take the upperhand in this situation. I hope for you that your floor is high up…but you’re going to tell me when we’re there. With a return smirk to showcase his fang teeth, his eyes darkened quite demonically the instant that the elevator doors closed. ‘ Oh I think not kitten. Not tonight; at least.’ and rushing forward in an awful hurry to shove the enflamed beauty against the opposite wall; Richard heard the doors start to open for the next floor and slammed his fist on the ‘close door’ button as it started to open. While that bought them some more time, Fang would sadly have to keep bashing his knuckles against the button to keep the elevator in submission.
“ Tinkerbell…I think you’ll know when we’re there.”, And almost slamming his lips against the pixie’s own; the man gently sucked on her tender skin before using his bottom lip to help graze his fang tooth against her lip. Parting the kiss with that rough little gesture, Fang nibbled on her neck while his fingers snaked under her top. Unwilling to waste valuable time, Fang brushed his hands up the woman’s torso to lift her bra up. In moving from Annabelle’s neck to focus his attentions on a more desirable area, Fang’s brown eyes finally flickered over the words on her top and a dark chuckle escaped his throat. ‘ Rock me; eh?’ In all things Fang was rebellious, and the repeated ‘commands’ by any woman to ‘Rock her’ when it suited her just spurred his will-power. Or more really…Fang just liked to watch people suffer.
Using his hands to lift Annabelle’s thin little shirt just enough to not be a nuisance, Fang let his thumbs cascade over her mammary glands as he flicked his eyes up to link eye contact. A very devious glint overshadowing the expression in his eyes. Piercing Annabelle’s eyes with his own, Fang watched her face and based the pace of his finger’s circular movements on her own reactions. Purposefully going slow, Richard’s eyes burned into Annabelle’s own as his mouth curled in a voyeuristic smile. Just before his left hand moved down the blonde’s stomach and disappeared beneath her jeans to caress an area that was exceedingly more sensitive. ‘ I call the shots here Kitten…so just relax and enjoy the ride…’
...and on that note, Richard's left index finger began to rub a little harder...
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 12:20 pm
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Of course she couldn't resist much when he decided that she deserved to be slammed and cornered against the opposite wall. She didn't mind though, she liked her foreplay rough and surprisingly she loved how he took control. Hmm, she enjoyed that he didn't even need a proper introduction, just a pretty ******** face, here today and gone tomorrow. Damn, he manhandled her as if he had at textbook on how to get her knees weak.
Ding!
First floor... Oh she damn well hoped there were at least a dozen more floors left if not more preferably. She might not tire from seeing him bash the buttons like they were enemies. Maybe he'd give up on that in a few floors, because it wasn't elevator rush hour anyhow.
“ Tinkerbell…I think you’ll know when we’re there.”
He had a poor choice of nicknames, but the lips slammed against her own were enough to make her forget that little slip-up. She returned the fierceness of the kiss, resisting the urge to jump him and grab his hips in a vice grip with her legs. How she mustered that slight invisible restrain was quite the feat, because she was barely thinking any more. Just doing and moving towards a singular goal called sex.
Yet, there was always the fact that she couldn't fully control people, couldn't always get what she wanted. Yet, this seemed to be going down the right road. Right?
As he moved his lips to her neck some of her fingers decided to start digging into the nape of his neck. The other simply traced his bare body while her eyes were up to the elevator sealing. In slight surprise she found his pants button redone and she didn't like that. That idea only barely helped her from moaning already. God, she didn't want to moan this quickly. He didn't seem to give her a choice choice on that matter though when his hands ever so nimbly slipped under her shirt and that stopped her from doing something about that button.
The elevator doors seemed to open again -Annabelle wasn't sure with the haze obstructing her mind- and for a change she was bashing the closing button because she really didn't want his hands to stop doing what they were doing with her chest. When her full attention fully to Fang she was nailed down by his piercing gaze. All she could do or allowed herself to do was expel a long breath which left her mouth half open -avoiding another moan stuck even deeper in her throat. Her own eyes were drenched in want and they seemed to drown more as his thumbs just kept moving so terribly slowly. Her fingers that had been buried into his nape so far slipped up grabbing his hair aggressively, but it hardly helped her let of any of the steam he had been building up so darn carefully.
And then...
His hand slipped down... Further... and further and acted...
She breathed in and his hand dug in harder just there where it was good...
"Aaahgn..."
Crap! She moaned and in a too late attempt to hide it she pushed her upper body forward and dragged his face closer to eat it. She kissed him roughly, biting his lip as hard as she dared when she let her free hand snake down to his crotch. She grabbed him there hard as she let out a moan-y breath because of his actions. Yes, she didn't let herself breathe for long before she tried drinking rough kisses again while -with some lack of dexterity- she opened his pants button.
She drew back from the kiss as her sneaky little hand decided to get into his pants and trace a hardened form there. She didn't quite go for his mouth again, knowing that she had see the man's face to know how rough he liked her fingers. She just went in harder until she saw just the sort of look with him she was looking for.
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______________Annabelle~
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 3:28 am
“ Aaahgn…”
An infallible heat began to bolster and catch fire inside Fang’s body at the perfectly appointed little sound that escaped Annabelle’s lips. Tremors of an acidic fever burned through his nerves, and it was in that moment of being overpowered by the fantasy of her body beneath him that the pixie blonde lunged forward to kiss him. Outside of his usual preferences, the sex-starved man hungrily kissed her back. His mouth greedily sucking and toying his tongue against her own in the merging of their mouths. Teeth clamping down roughly on her lip for no other reason than to hear another exquisite sound tremble from her lungs. This fiery little woman, whoever she was, was quite beautiful indeed, and there was nothing he wanted more in that moment than to know every little noise she made, to watch every expression of pleasure wash over her features. Content to be selfish for a moment, Fang even let the woman undue his trouser button and grasp her strong little fingers around his shaft. Alas, that moment ended.
Closing his eyes as an unwilling groan escaped his lips, Fang breathed in a harsh breath through his teeth before his fingers moved from Annabelle’s sensitive areas to trap her arms against the wall and hold them captive as his groin slammed against her own to pin her still. A very determined expression on his stubborn face as his eyelids closed in pleasure. Expecting the sensual stranger to rub her crotch against him in desire, Fang bit down on his tongue to punish himself in the hopes of quelling his desire just enough to not lose control and a spoil his nefarious intentions. Given that the woman had just been squeezing him; Fang didn’t think he needed to apologize. She knew he wanted her. Badly.
“ Don’t move.”, Fang leaned in to mutter the command against her ear. Pausing only to gently suck on Annabelle’s earlobe with a groan dying in his throat, he let go of her skin by pinching his fang tooth and dragging his jaw away. Feeling the warmth of her body against his groin that nearly shouted that she was ready enough to handle him had inspired that wonderful sound to tremor against Annabelle’s ear; but, he would not be swayed. Fang simply leaned in close to kiss beneath her ear before issuing more commandments; His voice stern and heated.
“ Don’t think…”, Fast fingers groped down Annabelle’s body, pausing to pluck the peaks beneath her fallen blouse, and swiftly undid the button of Annabelle’s shorts. Repeating the words: ‘don’t move’ in a harsh growl of desire, Fang hastily shoved the material down her thighs and calmly moved his body away just a hair so that she could step out of them. Free of all restrictions, one would think the man would have proceeded with the obvious intention of burying himself within her; but, no…Fang just shot her the most nefarious, piercing, stare he could and moved beside her. Grinding his body against her side to keep her warm as his hands trapped the woman against the wall as the moment of potential confusion passed.
“ I don’t want you to move…I don’t want you to think…I don’t want you to touch me.”, Richard growled. Nearly spitting the command as his mouth nibbled and kissed along Annabelle’s neck in vertical movements. Pausing only between sentences.
“ I want you to be selfish…”, Almost rolling that marvelous little word off of his tongue as his thumbs softly caressed Annabelle’s engorged peaks once more, Fang let the thought salivate in her mind for a moment. Only pausing his words for the time it took for the tip of his tongue to caress upwards from her collar to the earlobe.
“ Just breathe, don’t worry about anything else.”, and as the man roughly bit down on Annabelle’s shoulder, his hands slowly dropped from her breasts to caress down her sides. His left hand trailing further to nudge her thighs apart and slide two fingers inside of her slit to wet them. Fingering against the roof of her inner walls in a ‘come hither’ motion just long enough to hear a sound, a devilish grin surfaced on his wanton face as he slid his drenched fingers up between Annabelle’s lower lips to caress the area he had been rubbing just before she grabbed his erection. Dropping his mouth to nibble on her neck and shoulder while the pad of his finger kept rubbing against her c**t in agonizingly slow circular motions. Shoving the ‘lock’ button just once with his adjacent hand, Fang let out a heated chuckle that died within his throat.
It was common knowledge, at least to Fang, that woman experienced heaven three times on average during intercourse while men usually experienced just one flight to paradise. That being prevalent on his mind, there was nothing the man wanted more than to pilot this beautiful creature through the shuddering vibrations of an overwhelming climax…using only his hands, mouth, and a great deal of patience. Fang was too selfish a person to let himself be satiated without getting his way, as generous as he gave the impression of; an impression was all that kindness was. Assuming that the pixie blonde followed his instruction, he didn’t think she would mind being forced to obey.
Gently kissing up the woman’s neck to distract himself from the pain that coursed within his member from restricting himself unnecessarily, Fang closed his eyes in the dim light of their little cavern and followed his own commands. Closing his eyes on occassion and simply listening to a beautiful woman as his sticky fingers kept caressing her pleasure gland. Eventually using his other hand to help hold the woman’s leg up when he thought he saw her try to part her thighs; Fang watched the beautiful Annabelle through half-closed, desire tortured, eyes as he purposefully stopped moving his fingers when she was getting close...Only to start the slow movements again after a five second pause. Preferring to stoke her flame to slowly consume instead of smothering it with more timber than her body could truly savor.
Whether it took twenty minutes or forty, Fang was determined and persistent. Though he had to close his eyes at times to try and ignore the pain in his groin, he put Annabelle’s pleasure first. If and when she finally climaxed, Fang would slam his mouth against her ear and mutter an order in her ear. ‘ Beg for me. Tell me what you want…’
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 8:46 am
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Her breath was a hell of allot uneven and he had managed one moan out of her and that was slightly devastating for her. She normally didn't make such noises until she was actually ******** whoever she was with. She was convinced that if she made any such noises during foreplay made the partner think she needed him for longer than a night. Unluckily for her, her current partner's intentions for this pre play went further than what she was used to.
He only gave her a short go at revenge for what he was doing to her. yes, she was overjoyed to hear that unwilling, sexy and heated groan slip out of his mouth. She was just about to set in a heavier assault on his length when he decided that she wasn't allowed any more and had to be restrained forcefully against the wall. A displeased groan came from her mouth, but despite having lost the use of her hands she continued to entice hip with her hips.
Sadly enough he didn't moan more just yet, instead...
“ Don’t move.”
She didn't listen, worming around with her body to force some of her commanding nature into this game. She managed another groan out of him which caused a slight giggle out of her own throat which just as much fitted her treatment of her ear. A mischievous smile shone on her face as she slightly tried to see if she couldn't get her hands free from his, but there was no way she could get them free from his.
“ Don’t think…”
She gave him a glare at that, not voicing her thoughts though.
Damn it, babe I got the p***y I make the rules!
She was about to abuse the freedom she got shortly after that, but the way he growled to keep her still finally convinced her not to resist that command. Yet, it was hard following it. The way her whole body burned and the way he touched her screamed that she had to just jump him to get that tiny part of her pleased. It got even worse when he shoved her shorts down. Of course she used the little bit of space he allowed her to lift her feet up one by one for the little bit they needed to get rid of the tiny bit of jeans she almost always worse. There was a reason she preferred shorts. That was the easiest to get out of because 90 percent of the lady jeans were made to be tight and caused a serious hassle when you were getting out of them. That and she didn't like the idea of wearing skirts because of the voyeuristic nature of men.
She barely got a break once her ankles were free and found herself being persistently squashed against the side of the elevator. It was getting persistently harder to keep her hands of him and were they were. God, her body screamed that it wanted to feel good just like he had been making her feel mere minutes before. Little did she know that that prayer was going to get answered.
“ I don’t want you to move…I don’t want you to think…I don’t want you to touch me.”
God, just ******** me we both know that's what we want.
She couldn't speak those words though, because he was drawing her closer to a myriad of moans with his teeth in her neck. She was too far in now... No more restrain, no more mind on how needy an impression she gave. All that was left now was a puddle of need.
“ I want you to be selfish…”
She was dying, right there and then she was dying beneath his hands and mouth and all she mustered was arching her back and: 'Just... uuhnn.' She closed her eyes, the only thing in her mind left how wonderful it all felt. She wasn't even thinking about how she was giving into his command any more.
“ Just breathe, don’t worry about anything else.”
Like she was going to worry, but she was holding her breath to avoid that it would turn into the myriad of moans that he was racing her to. Yet, she couldn't hold her breath any longer when bit down in her neck and a moan came out for louder than she had intended to let out in this slowly creeping up elevator. Before she could muster another breath to hold he was between her legs and her vocals got stuck in moans and groans of all sorts and combinations. Yeah, he was getting a taste of some of the sounds she could make.
She couldn't do a thing to resist him and like hell that she wanted to. He even got her to where he wanted her to be far faster than even she would've expected. That was mostly because he had gotten her s**t needy of the lay that laid promised in their short lived future. About halfway through she shook her head lightly, not wanting to get there just yet. That helped her last maybe a few minutes longer under his artistic little finger. Slowly she did realize that he wasn't going to stop until she did went to a bit of heaven. Yet, he had a say in it too and he decided that she needed to take an even longer time over and over again. Eventually when she thought that she wasn't going to last through this any more she groaned load and her body rocked uncontrollably in the boundaries he had put her.
And he knew it, he just did, because his mouth slammed against her ear when she wasn't even recovering from it yet.
‘ Beg for me. Tell me what you want…’
Her eyes turned up to him, the desire not extinguished for one bit despite the tired feeling her body was expressing right now.
She whispered with a groan, taking a deep breath to get her over that very special moment. She was ready to beg, more than ready to beg.
It took her another few seconds before she could say more, but while she was gathering her voice, she gave him another wanting rough kiss and she let it last, because suddenly he just tasted like the damn best guy in the world.
He probably was...
Yet, not considering that sentiment one bit, she moved and grabbed his shoulders and slammed him as hard as she could to the first other wall she thought was a good target. Her hands slipped over his sweet chest stopping at the rim of his pants and pulling hard.
She repeated louder this time and an expert jump later her legs coiled around his hips and her feet pushing the obstructing pants down without a second thought. When the fabric fell down further by itself she leaned back enough to grab his shaft through thin fabric. She leaned back a little more -her thighs clenching down harder to keep her on her perch- and her hand slipped down more to grab his crotch.
"I want to <********> that." She said, finally getting out something that actually sounded like a sentence and her hand ground down hard.
"And I want it hard.... and I want it long." She added to that thought grabbing on to his hair again with her free non-busy hand.
There was another ding from the elevator and she turned her eyes to the number pad. They were on the highest level she was allowed to access.
"Where is your damn room." She questioned with a lightly whiny voice squeezing him more.
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Yours truely,_____
______________Annabelle~
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 10:12 pm
It didn’t take longer than a moment after the final echoes of her release came to a close that the pixie blonde pinned her eyes on Fang with that look he had so demanded to see. A whispered word ventured from her mouth, but it was so quiet that the man could only guess what she said. Watching a woman in awe never ceased to satisfy Fang’s twisted desires, but watching this wild woman seem to be in a momentary loss for words; well, the grin that curled his face was smug, to say the least. But then…she attacked his mouth like a possessed woman, and the man was too pleased with himself, weak with desire, to fight back. Usually, when Fang saw that look and a woman tried to kiss him, he shoved her against the wall or held her down with an evil smirk. Kissing when someone, especially female, felt anything resembling gratitude was a very dangerous tide to swim. It developed a horrible thing like attachments that clawed into the soul and formed some kind of bond. However, whether it was her fiery nature, or her lack of being willing to submit, his interest was piqued...and his mouth hungrily devoured her own like a staving man as his hands scratched and clawed their way through her hair. Did he care if his fingers were sticky? Not at all, Tink could shower later, and someone else could clean their elevator.
In that moment of weakness, his mouth ravaging her own, Fang didn’t mind in the slightest when the pixie blonde shoved him against the opposite wall in this fight for control. Wanton eyes burning into Annabelle’s pretty little face, Fang felt a sound of enjoyment weasel out of his mouth as her hands caressed down his chest. It was strange that hearing that sneaky little word escape from her mouth could cause a man physical pain; but, when Annabelle mumbled the word ‘********’ his loins tightened considerably. Grimacing from discomfort when the woman leapt up onto him and slammed against his groin, and he felt like a cat-tree. ‘ What the ******** style="font-size: 10px">’ But that sentiment didn’t last long, the moment his pants shimmied down his body from her crawling on him in her unique style, Richard thought the suffering had been for a good cause. Watching the cat slip down on her perch and feeling her hand grab his erection; Fang could only groan as his eyes darkened and his hands moved around her body to squeeze her bottom and pinch her lower lip.
“ I want to hard…and I want it long.” Oh you got it darling.
Ding!
“ Where is your damn room?”, Fang’s facial expression suddenly tightened in an almost angered or frustrated desire. ‘ My room? The hell! She can’t go to my room!’ Emily was there. Given how big the penthouse suite was, they figured they could just share a room, and there were certain things that a little sister shouldn’t see her brothers do. Of course, the Elevator wouldn’t be going to the penthouse without a key, and given that the key was in his back pocket and forgotten on the floor…he could easily hide that he was a filthy rich man-whore. After all, being that his family owned the hotel, he could just do whatever the hell he wanted; couldn’t he? And pushing his fingers underneath her to part Annabelle’s lower lips the man altered his body posture to try and make the woman sit on him to take over the next phase of their sensual adventure when…
“ It’s right he--”
“ HEY YOU!”, Crap! The security guard was on patrol! For a brief moment, Fang didn’t give a ******** what that security guard was going to yell at them to do; he even rammed his swollen organ into Annabelle’s most intimate place without precedence just so she could experience how large he was for a brief little moment. If not for the security guard slamming his hand into the door in the nick of time to keep the doors from closing, Richard could have properly ******** her as maliciously as he meant to. With the security guard, who he knew well enough to call him ‘David’, giving him so angry a glare that a vein poked out of his neck, Richard unfortunately froze. The older man was holding pepper spray, and having experienced that pain a few times before, the second eldest kempt grimaced and snarled in distaste.
“ RICHARD KEMPT! I am calling a cab and you are leaving this hotel RIGHT NOW!”, Eyes barely able to widen, Richard just let out a little scoff and a naughty little chuckle. It was, after all, very hard to feel remorse of guilt with a woman’s inner walls squeezing around his c**k. Especially when that said woman was still enflamed and tight from having an orgasm a few moments before being so rudely interrupted. David was furious of course, especially at the smirk on Richard’s face.
“ I TOLD you this was the last straw ‘Fang’ or whatever the hell you’re called!”, With the older man –only- looking at Fang’s face but still managing to sneer from revulsion; Fang imagined that David could smell the sex in the elevator. ‘ Don’t be jealous just because you’re married to a prude.’
“ We’ve expressly told you that fornications in public areas are a strict violation! I thought we agreed that this wouldn’t be happening again--!” It was absolutely necessary to correct the man now, and with a chuckle Fang began:
“ Oh no…You told me that if you caught me in the pool, ski-lift, bar-tables, supply closets, balcony railings, or staircases I’d be expelled from the building and reported.”, With a demonic, cat-like, smile; Fang tilted his head before sneaking a wanton look towards the gorgeous creature he planned on ******** one way or another.
“ You didn’t breathe a word about elevators…”, The vein popped out of David’s neck at the thought of Richard having such a monstrous lack of common sense or courtesy. A ‘lawyer’s spirit’ as David saw it, and it infuriated the man even more once Richard’s mouth curled in the boldest grin of merriment that David had ever seen the man make before. At least when the man had been caught in the past, he feigned remorse.
“ Get out of this elevator right now! Both of you are going downtown.”, Fang wasn’t sure exactly what happened at that moment, but his sense of pride in his accomplishments took an odd turn. Him leaving? He didn’t much care about that, nor would he care about some woman joining him in this trophy event; but, there was some strange desire in his chest to impress this odd fireball of a woman and the thought of her holding any resentment for being banished from a nice hotel tainted his psyche. Only then feeling his wool beginning to be stolen, Richard grimaced and pinned David an uncomfortable look.
“ I hardly think that’s necessary for her first warning Dave. If you turn around for a minute I can put my pants on and I’ll ******** in a hotel room from now on like a good little boy.”, Even with sarcasm licking his words, the hint of genuine distaste could be heard enough for David to contemplate believing him. But the man turned around, and Fang looked at his pixie blonde with every burning desire piercing through his iris’. Unfortunately, he would have to withdraw from her silky body for the time being. But, with a very naughty glint in his eye, Richard rammed the head of his erection against the roof of her inner walls to tease her ‘sweet spot’ before sliding the beautiful woman off of him and nudging her shorts towards her with his foot like Tramp using his nose to pass Lady a meatball in that childish Disney movie.
Bending to grab his pants and button them to be ‘decent’, Fang grabbed Annabelle’s breast to catch her attention and leaned in close to her ear. Sucking on her earlobe for just a moment, the time it took for his index finger to rub the woman’s n****e in one little circle, Fang turned his head to express the burning in his eyes and mumbled into her ear.
“ Later…”, Fang promised, just before David grew impatient, turned around half-way to threaten Fang, and turned back at seeing Fang’s shirt off still. Confident that the sheer volume of his manhood would be enough to convince Annabelle to want to finish what they started without the added influence of his magic fingers, Fang just winked and bopped his hand against David’s upper arm as he walked out of the elevator and held up his wrists in expectation of being cuffed. Not appreciative of the joke, David bopped Richard with his palm and scowled when the hotel man-whore rubbed the right side of his head. Feeling he better explain a little before he was asked, the man just sneered the family sneer and let out a deep, mournful, breath at having the most perfect sexual escapade interrupted.
“ She took my shirt.”, Grinning like a happy dog at that detail, Richard saw David turn to say something to Annabelle before making a face and changing his mind. Too frustrated with Richard’s latest ‘screw-up’ to care about another guest getting in trouble right now. Led away to the stairs simply because David didn’t want to stand in that elevator of sex and sin, Fang sent one last fleeting look at Annabelle to pin her a demonic promise before disappearing into the stairwell and being led to the staff elevator for yet another talk on his behavior. Quote unquote, if it had not been for the coming snowstorm…Richard wouldn’t have been allowed to stay.
Whenever the pixie blonde made it to her room, she would find that her key card failed to open the door. If and when she made it to the front desk to inquire, the woman or gentleman would state that she had been upgraded to a nicer room in apology for the ‘unfortunate incident’ or ‘scandal’ and that her bags had been relocated appropriately. When she made it to her room on the twenty-first floor, she would find complimentary champagne in the fridge, and a note in the bathroom that read:
Tink, I planned on being here when you arrived; but, I’m in a bit more trouble than I would like to be in. Sadly, I might be detained in the naughty corner of the hotel prison with a dunce hat for the whole of tomorrow. That or business, I’m trapped either way it seems. But don’t let that stop you from…having a bit of fun.
I’m told turning the hot tub vents to the fifth speed and sitting in the right position is quite exhilarating…but if you want to stalk me, there are water bottles in the fridge beside the cheap beer you favor.
XxxxxxxxxxEnjoy yourself,
XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFang~
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 3:08 am
[>3]
With the sun having long disappeared; fluorescent lights lit up the slopes for the ‘night hours’ that the slope was open during the weekend nights for more adventurous skiers and snowboarders. However bright that those beacons were on the edge of the mountain, there was an hour when those lights dimmed to not keep awake the guests at the hotel. From a distance it might even seem like they had turned off; but, of course they hadn’t. With the slope night hours almost over, a familiar man with wind-blown black hair in a black ski-suit wandered about a patch of wilderness that had called to him thirty minutes ago. Was the man at risk for catching illness? Yes, but it didn’t matter. Harold Kempt had a lot on his mind, and he had not the heart to go back to the hotel or complete his task of telling Casey to go find Bella.
It hadn’t taken the man very long to find Casey on the slopes; but, still…he couldn’t work up the nerve to go talk to the man and tell him that Bella needed to speak with him. Not after the events of the previous night that still echoed in his tortured brain. I’m sorry Skull…I…I can’t. Not right now, when I feel this lousy. When the awkward dinner was over, Bella seemed…upset…and Harold would have to be an idiot to not understand what she was upset about. Casey and that handsome stranger he brought to the table. Was Casey trying to make Bella jealous? Perhaps…one would think that Casey would have tried a little harder, maybe held hands with Mato, to accomplish that end, so maybe Bella and him were jumping to the wrong conclusions. But either way, Harold had tried to cheer her up with a movie in their hotel room. Anything but cartoons.
For a while it seemed to be working, in the very least Bella wasn’t crying. But then, like all the things Bella did perhaps, she surprised him. One moment Skull had his eyes on the television screen, watching Cosette confess to her adopted father Jean Valjean that she was in love with Marius and had only a corner of a bench to be with him; the next, Billy had his hands clamped against the sides of his face to draw him into a kiss. It was so sudden a thing that Skull didn’t respond the way he would have hoped to at first, and it seemed that she retracted from his lack of passion. One wouldn’t think that Les Miserable’s, with its depressing light, could be deemed a proper ‘make-out’ movie, much less one to inspire such confidence from Bella when she had been so terribly unhappy for the past hour and a half. For whatever the reason, something just didn’t sit right, and Bella moved her mouth away to look at him with the eyes that sparkled from a deep pain that overtook her entire face.
“ What’s wrong?... ”, Bella’s almost tear-ridden eyes flickered over his facial features and Skull felt a deep weight settle into his chest. He wasn’t entirely sure what was wrong, he just had an odd sensation in the back of his mind that said something was amiss. Fact of the matter was that Billy, for whatever reason, wanted to kiss him, and as she was looking at him with a small sense of urgency, could he say to himself that he didn’t want to kiss her either? No.
“ Nothing Billy.”, Skull offered Bill a smile, and her entire face lit up. Deep down Harold hadn’t wanted to kiss her when she was this depressed; but, seeing that brief moment of the old Billy when he smiled? Harold’s mouth curved in one of his rare hundred-watt smiles. For whatever reason Bella’s mood perked at his smile. It wasn’t a fake gesture of appreciation that meant she was longing for Casey’s smile to cheer her. Even if it didn’t last longer than a moment, a sun began to melt the crusted melancholy in Harold’s black little heart. He felt warm…he felt loved…and it was a strange and marvelous feeling.
Of course Billy saw the warmth on his face, because her smile bolstered and a warm chuckle trickled out from between her lips. How easy it would be to just forget about Casey’s declarative letter, or how sad Bella had been, and just kiss her; but…when Bella snuggled up against his body and rested her head on his shoulder…Skull just couldn’t do it. Not with a lump beginning to form in his throat from the matter constantly pressing on his mind. You can’t keep delaying this…if she wants Casey, she needs to make up her mind…and not torment you so. Wetting his lips, Skull began to speak. At first no words came out, but when he felt Billy’s head move to try and hear him, he knew he would have to say ‘something’ so she wouldn’t keep wondering what was on his mind.
“ Billy…”, Skull reached over with his free arm to click the power button on the remote control. “ There’s something I wan-” A delicate hand softly covered his mouth.
“ Skull…”, Billy had his attention, and as she sat up from laying on his shoulder, her delicate fingers remained gently pressed against Skull’s mouth. Hazel eyes flickering over Billy’s dark chocolate in curiosity, Billy pinned him a gentle; but firm, expression. It seemed obvious that she sensed a tough subject, but her mood seemed light-hearted as she playfully scolded him for threatening to break what fleeting relief from sobriety that she could manage.
“ I don’t want to talk…about Casey…right now.”, Harold couldn’t help but feel like his heart was being squeezed. How else could she have imagined that he wanted to talk about Casey unless he was on her mind as well? That newly discovered fact stung like a bee-sting, and his eyes must have narrowed in pain because she put on a more encouraging face in the hopes of counteracting her words. ‘ My god, you’re both the same…Always hiding away from your feelings, running when things get hard. When are we going to have an adult conversation and not fly away from it?’ As if seeing more reasons why Casey and Billy belonged together, Skull flicked his hazel eyes down on the bed, and in seeing Billy’s worry out of the corner of his eye he pretended to just ‘be tired’ through body posture. Billy couldn’t be fooled so easily, as her hand moved from his mouth to cup under his chin and raise it to share vision.
“ Something’s been wrong for days now Skull…don’t think I…haven’t noticed.”, Harold was taken aback at the subject being put on him. ‘ She can’t have been worried about me…She should be worried about Casey.’ A mixture of poor self esteem and remembrance of Casey’s perfect little letter formed an almost infallible opinion of what Bella must have been thinking of. Considering, in that dark belief, that she was just saying that to distract him from asking about Casey; Harold couldn’t say anything to the question. Why waste the time to admit private thoughts if you weren’t certain that the other wished to hear them?
“ I know you…care about me…but I saw how you looked at…Casey…in the hospital…and if-” Skull’s eyes widened in a state of mild shock. This could not be happening, he was in a twilight zone episode. ‘ What?...You think I’m here missing Casey!?’, well if she was going to let him down gently, that she is sorry that she wants to be with Casey, well then she better just do it now. Watching Billy with the most serious expression, the brunette seemed to suddenly get very worried and her voice quieted because of her developing fears.
“ If you still love him…You don’t have to be with me.”, Skull’s head began to reel as Bella kept talking. Surely she was trying to find a way to make herself feel less guilty for leaving him; wasn’t she? That if he still had feelings they shouldn’t be together, that being a clever way to detract from the fact that she had stronger feelings for Casey? ’ Maybe she just wants to make sure she isn’t hurting me more than she thinks she will…’ If that was the case about Case, ha, then Harold had best say something before she kept on blubbering nonsense.
“ Bella…”, Harold used her legal name simply because this was a serious topic, and he wanted to speak and know he would be taken seriously. Billy glanced up from the bedspread and raised her chin to share eye-contact when she heard Skull’s voice. Seeing her eyes lock with his own, the man continued speaking.
“ I will…”, How was the best way to put it? “ I’ll always feel…tenderness towards Casey. I mean, we were together a while, and I spent a lot of time…hoping for him to notice me again…but I don’t…”, Skull let that portion linger in the hopes of Billy getting the idea without him having to pour his entire heart out onto the floor today. After a moment of thought and a ‘deer in headlights’ expression, Bella blinked a few times before nodding in understanding. She seemed just as confused as he was. Her for his answer, and him for seeing that puzzled expression grace her features. ‘ Shouldn’t she look…I don’t know…sad? For having to tell me we shouldn’t be together?...’
A long pause followed that declaration of his, and Skull felt like a chorus of crickets or a tumbleweed blowing by could have marked the occasion. Finally, after repeated glances being snuck towards his person; Bella opened her mouth to speak.
“ So…if that’s not it…why…?”, Harold grimaced uncomfortably; he knew what was coming. He would have to admit to reading a very personal letter that he had no right to peel from her pocket. Knowing the argument that awaited them if he confessed such information, Harold did his best to think of an excuse (any excuse) to make the same reasoning without having to admit his shame just yet. Bella seemed really worried, and he couldn’t just ignore the subject when she was taking the time to ask what was on his mind…
“ Billy, in a way I love Casey; but, its not…I mean…”, This sentence was not that difficult to say! Grow up and confess it already! That’s why you brought Billy here; wasn’t it?
“ He’s not the one I want to be with…”, Scared out of his senses at admitting his feelings to someone who would most likely leave him for Casey, Harold bit down roughly on his tongue to punish himself for being so foolish. ‘That’s not good enough. Tell her more, or she’s gone.’ Even if she was gone anyway, could he live with himself if he didn’t try his best? Not without shame. And wetting his lips and taking in a shaky breath, Skull stared at Bella’s face even though she looked at the floor and opened his mouth to speak.
“ Billy…I know we had a rough start…”, Bella made a sound that resembled a snort and a giggle, and Harold felt his emotions rebelliously flutter before settling down to a more serious glow.
“ I said awful things, did things I’m not proud of, and scorned you for both resembling someone I hate, and being so special to someone I thought I loved.”, Skull’s heart ached in his chest from pain; but, he had to keep going no matter how much he wanted to quit talking and just leave the room. The desire to be honest overweighed the urge to run, and he stayed put aside from leaning up in the bed to try and watch Billy’s facial expressions.
“ But then you…told me about yourself…and we talked more, and I understood you better. We will never be friends…like you were with Casey; but, you’re the best friend I’ve had. I tell you things I’ve never been able to tell Casey, but I could do that…because I didn’t think I could possibly be with you. And I hope you don’t take it the wrong way, because at the time I knew I was firmly gay, and you being in a woman’s body…”, Harold thought he saw Billy’s body shaking from intense emotions of some kind, possibly anger from being insulted, and so the final words came out in an apologetic tone of voice. Glancing away at the wall in the hopes of finding the best things to say without hurting her, he knew he wouldn’t find them, and let his hazel eyes move to survey Billy again.
“ I didn’t know…that you and Casey slept together…that that was why you were gone, but you suddenly being gone. It was awful…and Casey was locked up in his room all depressed…too depressed too see how I was handling you being gone. ”, Somehow Harold seemed to suspect that Bella was putting together the pieces in her brain, because she looked horribly afraid of something awful. Billy started to actually quiver on the bed, and given how her posture changed, Harold couldn’t help but feel that she was preparing to bolt out of the room. ‘ No Billy! Please! You have to keep listening til I’m done!’ and anxious that she not run from the situation this time, Harold started to slowly crawl from his spot in the hopes that if he sat closer to her, she would feel less inclined to run away from him.
“ Th-that night at the party, when you showed up after being gone for so long; I went upstairs to ask why Casey wasn’t downstairs visiting you and he told me.”, Bella’s face paled to the point of looking like an albino, and Harold was pierced with a frigid arrow that kept him frozen in one place. She’s thinking of that night…she she thought you were Casey! See! It still hurts her! She still hasn’t forgiven you; even if she said she did…a person can’t forget something like that. Just stop talking. Don’t hurt her by trying to make that night any less brutal than it was! That overwhelming thought being enough to keep him from thawing for several moments, when Skull thought he saw Bella starting to move, to run or just turn away, the man panicked and his heart slammed in his chest like a hummingbird.
“ Billy; wait. Please don’t go. I’m deeply ashamed…for how I acted that night. For how I hurt you…You know that...” , and closing his eyes in the hopes that it would take away the pain throbbing in his chest; the man could only take a breath before kicking from the ground and plunging over that endless cliff.
“ But you can’t seriously think that I did it because I was jealous over Casey…Billy, I meant it when I said I lo-”, Suddenly Bella flung around and pinned him with the most pained expression that Skull had seen since that night he smashed her heart into a thousand pieces. Tears streamed down her face; and the red tinting the whites of her eyes was enough to silence Harold into oblivion. I told you not to say anything! Said the lying voice that encouraged him to open his heart in the first place. As if a hand had ripped the arrow out of his chest and stabbed it back in to make a larger wound; metaphorical blood bled down his body and chilled him as he could only watch the person he loved break down in front of him.
“ Stop it Skull. Stop it! No more! I am tired of being fed crap! I said I loved you, and when you said you loved me in that bathroom, I believed you and I’m your boyfriend now because you were here when I needed you; but, stop this insecurity!”, The woman was sobbing so strongly that her words were watery and rambled, and it took all of Skull’s ability not to show the devastation on his face from hearing Billy’s outburst.
“ My god! I chose you and you act like that doesn’t mean anything to me! If you care about me now that’s great, its wonderful, but don’t try and fed me anything to try and forgive or justify what you did to me. ”, In that moment, Harold would much prefer it if Bella pulled a gun from the desk drawer and shot him multiple times.
“ I set one condition on us staying friends Harold. I said ‘just don’t lie to me anymore’. Is that really so difficult?”, Almost wishing for that gun at this point, the man was grateful that the lights were dim, because no doubt the detriment was smeared all over his face. Forgetting even how to breathe in the subconscious hope of suffocating himself, Skull could only watch his Billy as she kept venting her feelings to him.
“ You’re an a*****e Skull; but, I thought you were an honest a**.”, Harold felt like he couldn’t see strait through a curtain of dizziness that had swamped his senses from lack of air; but, finally he found it in him to breathe in through his nostrils. Ignoring the fact that his body took the first available opportunity to try and produce tears in the form of his eyes watering up, Harold just let the water in his mouth linger in the back of his throat to drown the lump that had formed. She doesn’t believe you. No…she can’t believe you. You’ve broken her trust too much to be healed. The image of the upper pocket of his suitcase flashing through his brain, the man felt indescribably foolish and shattered at his decision to buy that engagement ring. Even with what he did, and how Casey acted, the facts remained the same, and a dark laugh echoed through his head that was not his own. You didn’t really think you could compete with Casey could you? Given the choice between trying to keep proving himself true or dropping it for now, Harold couldn’t say anything for a while.
“ I’m sorry.”, Apologizing even when you didn’t want to being the only way that some relationships lasted these days, Billy seemed to calm down and stop shaking so terribly. Watching Billy cry; it was indescribable torture…he would rather drop something or lie than see her cry. Normally when she cried, Harold would rush forward to hold her close; but, how could he when he was the reason she was weeping? Feeling like he didn’t belong in the room, Harold could only sit there for the longest time, and so Billy just nodded, faked a warm smile, and moved to her bed at the other side of the room. Don’t be an a*****e anymore, go over there, say you’re sorry and comfort her. That’s what she needs right now. Knowing in his heart that this was their last night together, Harold started to crawl off of the bed and walk towards Billy when she looked up at him in pain; a tear streaming down her face to join the dozens of others that had fallen just a few moments ago.
“ I’m sorry I hurt you Billy. I only wanted…to make you feel better…”, Those words were drowned in shame, and Billy seemed to recognize that, because she looked up at him with a pained look of reassurance instead of more broken-hearted anger. Feeling Bella’s hand reach up to tug on his shirt so that he walked closer, Harold closed his eyes when Billy buried her face into his stomach to wipe her tears away; perhaps sob a little. In full honesty, the man would rather be whipped over and over than to sit through this kind of pain without being able to make a sound. Brushing his fingers through Billy’s brown hair in the hopes of comforting her, Billy squeezed her arms around him harder and Harold began to hold in his breath again to punish himself once more. Receiving any kind of love or affection right now was so very painful for him to feel, because he knew he didn’t deserve this. Billy deserved to be happy, with Casey, who wouldn’t grind her into the dirt over and over again. Hide the ring when she’s sleeping. Don’t embarrass yourself anymore. Eventually, the man took a breath…and prepared himself to speak and breech that subject before he drove himself insane.
“ Billy…I know you don’t want to talk about him; but I--”, Billy moved her arms away from Skull the moment he mumbled the word ‘him’ and while Skull’s voice began to quiet from witnessing her withdrawal, Billy shook her head over and over. The quivering of her chin being more than enough evidence to the man that she was trying not to cry again. In guilt, the man stopped talking altogether.
“ I’m sorry Skull…I…I can’t. Not right now, when I feel this lousy. ”, Bella looked up at him with her tear-bright chocolate eyes pleading to him, and the man could only briskly nod.
“ We…we can talk about this tomorrow.”, Somehow, Skull sincerely doubted that they would ever be talking about it. Billy and Casey had simply spent so much time together that they were alike. Billy would always run from him, and doubt him, and the man had to wonder…if he could handle being strewn along just because Bella was too afraid to be with the person she wanted. ‘ If Casey walks all over her or ruins it, then he doesn’t deserve her. But that can’t erase that she wants him.’, Nodding again multiple times, Harold just offered Bella a faint smile that was so much warmer than he wanted to express.
“ Alright…we should go to sleep.”, Skull started to walk to his bed when he thought he felt Bella’s hand try and clutch his own. Stopping when her lithe fingers squeezed around the side of his palm as if she couldn’t bear to hold his entire hand, he waited until Bella dropped her hand and nodded. Lingering there in case Billy wanted to stay something, Harold walked over to the window to close the drapes before going to his bed and climbing under the covers to sleep. Or more really…to pretend to sleep.
With Billy-bee gasping her breaths every now and then from her side of the room, it didn’t take a genius to know that she was crying. Under the weight of being crushed by karma and Billy’s tears, it was near impossible for the man to sleep until the wee hours of the morning.
Billy ended up waking him up at around twelve in the afternoon, her pain covered by make-up and a weak smile plastered on her face that didn’t quite seem genuine to him. After being convinced to eat and get ready for a trip through the maze that he didn’t think they would actually do, Billy finally took his hand in the hallway and asked him to exactly what he had been anticipating throughout that entire sleepless night.
“ Can you go get Casey Harold? He asked me some questions the other day, and I need to talk to him about it...”, Though his pale skin lost all remnant of color for a moment, and the mercy left his eyes, Harold nodded.
That was hours ago…and even still, Harold had trouble accepting it in his heart that things were over between him and Bella. Even with Casey being ‘nice’ by not kicking him in the groin every time he saw Skull, being anywhere alone with him did not erase that fear. The fear of Casey doing the exact same thing to him by flaunting the fact that Bella wanted him to Skull when this winter break from school ended. ‘ Don’t keep stalling. If you don’t tell Casey to go back instead of Bella just finding him on her own, she’ll think you don’t respect her or that you’re a measly coward.’ Even if they were about to end, did he want her to think he didn’t respect her? Or worse…that he didn’t love her and want her happy? No. That would be a fate worse than death, and biting his tongue to the point of reopening a wound that had stopped bleeding from nibbling his tongue all day, Skull crept from the shadows and called out to the fellow as he started to leave the slopes because of closing time.
“ Casey!”, His voice sounded different than its usual texture from being watery off and on during the day. Perhaps the experience had aged him, and his voice sounded less immature; but, whatever the case it seemed that his voice was enough to make his ex stop long enough to see who called him. Eventually starting to lightly jog to catch up to the handsome fellow, Harold didn’t bother explaining the melancholy that he couldn’t erase from his face. In all his ponderings this day, there was only one thing left he had to say to that man before they could dissolve what was left of their history.
“ Bella wants to talk to you back at the hotel.”, Harold knew that Casey might have been confused of why he had been asked to come fetch him, and Skull’s heart began to painfully throb. He probably thinks you’re lying too. He’ll never trust you again either. Unable to comment because the venomous thoughts were justly deserved, Harold just pinned a very serious, nay it was almost threatening, eye towards Casey and tried to pierce his soul with it. The expression lacked cruelty, but that didn’t make it any less cold or somber. Waiting until Casey started to move and the desperation to get his feelings off of his chest overpowered his desire to admit his concerns to the man, Skull turned his body towards him spoke.
“ Don’t try anything stupid.”, in the end the man couldn’t confess what he had planned to say, but he thought that the little phrase basically conveyed the same general meaning. Don’t hurt her. Staring at Casey in cold civility for yet another minute, all the ice disappeared from his gaze, and with a melancholy look, Harold started to walk the opposite direction in the hopes that lingering in the woods for a while might clear his head.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 4:10 am
 Nodding in understanding to his sister, Pino had a one track mind as he and his older sister rushed off towards the outside world. As frigid as the air was, the fact that snow began to fall in wispy drops of lace just made the teenager grimace uncomfortably. ‘ God why did I agree? Its fricken cold outside.’, for a boy who preferred to stay indoors where his toes wouldn’t freeze, he followed with both worry and reluctance. Casey was an awesome friend, but if he knew it would be snowing up here, he would have tried to bring better shoes than vans sneakers. ‘ We better find you soon Case!’, and oddly enough, they did.
After five minutes of walking to reach the ski-lift, Pino saw what looked to be Casey up in the sky and he pointed accordingly and asked Bella if she thought that was him. Bella, of course, gasped in relief and waited on the other side for the moving bench to drop so that she could embrace her friend. Snow covered and all, the hug that the brunette gave Casey Johnson was so warm and snuggly that Pino (being frigid and complaining) watched for only twenty seconds before tying to join the bear hug. After all, for a boy who knew absolutely nothing of the night betwixt her and Casey, he just thought she was being her affectionate self…and not showing a deep and infallible love for someone she cared for romantically.
“ Its great to see all of us together!”, Pino said in the awkward hug, squeezing his arms around his sister and old friend a little tighter to emphasize his words. Staying in the hug and keeping it there simply because he was so very cold and shivering, Pino’s teeth began to clatter as he snuggled his friends more. Seemingly for the ‘warmth’ of affection.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 5:07 am
 Elsewhere at the overlook, the winter breeze was sending trinkets of lacy snowflakes against the glass walls of a large room that was most likely sold out for special events. Conferences, weddings, and the like would have chosen a fine room. As it was, a raven-haired woman with dark brown eyes the color of driftwood craned her neck to give a very lovely brunette a soft, contemplative, expression. Once upon a time Sarah and Bella had been a couple, and life threw in a one too many curveballs. Even with years having gone by since they parted, it never sat well that Sarah had purposefully avoided calls and chosen not to call her partner back. As her heart healed and she thought back on the past, Sarah felt that she could not move forward or make new resolutions without first meeting with her old sweetheart properly and apologizing for her actions. If anything, there would be closure, and that was her reasoning behind showing up to Bella’s house unannounced to see Pino answer the door alone.
Even with how things ended, the woman had to admit to being quite taken aback when the boy swallowed her into an embrace. She remembered a much smaller Pino, and he was quite grown up. The hug actually hurt a little, if one could believe it. Standard ‘hellos’ aside, the first thing that the boy asked was if Sarah was trying to see Billy…and with a nibble on her lip she confessed. At first Pino made a rather comical expression in concentration at what Sarah said; but, then he seemed strangely optimistic. Telling the grown up version of Sarah that his sister wouldn’t be home for the holidays, but that she lived nearby, and they could drive there. To Sarah…nearby was within thirty minutes.
After an hour of being on the freeway with Pino saying: ‘almost there I’m sure’, Sarah finally shot the boy a critical look and asked him where they were going. She’s at the Overlook Hotel with friends! We’re already one third of the way there anyway! So we might as well go and pick her up…Knowing Pino and his trickery, Sarah should have expected this. Even with Pino being almost fully grown now, it didn’t magically guarantee that the boy had matured mentally as well as physically. ‘ Great job Sarah. You got shanghaied into going to some place in the middle of nowhere.’ That was, after all, how horror movies started. ‘ Just lovely.’ What was worse? It started to snow…and the woman knew that their chances of leaving until the next day were very slim indeed.
Eventually; however, they made it to the lavish Overlook and entered the lobby without a clue of how to search for Bella beyond talking to a receptionist. Pino of course acted more confident than he was, and Sarah reluctantly followed with nothing else to do. The woman behind the counter seemed to be thinking of excuses of how to not give out personal information or room numbers when Pino suddenly whipped his head in confusion or curiosity and moved his face like a bobble-head after some brunette. ‘ Oh no; did he find her?’, To be honest, Sarah was hoping to have more time to prepare herself for seeing the woman; but, now was as good a time as any she supposed. However, in turning around she saw a woman with a different posture, figure, and dress style. Billy was always a hint more masculine in her clothes eighty percent of the time, and that woman dressed rather feminine. While Sarah had learned to wear more stylish things, she doubted that Bella would have allowed herself to be altered so completely. Much less to dye her hair. About to tell Pino that the woman couldn’t have been Bella, Pino’s face lit up for some odd reason and he rushed from the counter after the brunette.
“ Hey Iorwen! Iorwen is that you?!”, Reluctantly following a silly little kid in a teenage body, Sarah sent the pretty stranger a gentle smile as she stood behind Pino and waited to see if the brunette knew Bella’s brother. For just one little moment, a dark thought slipped through her mind that may have expressed itself in a threatening glance, but it departed quickly. After all, was it any of her business if Billy moved on with ‘his’ life and started seeing someone else? Of course not, nor was that even her reason for coming to visit Billy-Bee. Somehow, the woman seemed…a bit uncomfortable…at the sight of Pino, and while he seemed oblivious to it, she interrupted the conversation she was trying not to eavesdrop and propped in a suggestion.
“ Hey Pino…Why don’t you check this floor and the ski area, while Iorwen and I search for her room from the receptionist and look around upstairs?”, Purposefully using the word ‘upstairs’ because she knew how much the boy detested the thought of climbing uphill about anything, Pino made a funny expression at the thought of leaving Io’s company before nodding with a sheepish grin.
“ Well alright Sarah, you know best. If I can’t find her, meet here in an hour?”, That was almost an hour before, and somehow this ‘search’ for Bella turned into a little chat between herself and Iorwen. Strangely enough, the woman was very nice to talk to, and Sarah was simply too curious about the woman to want to end their conversation. However, being in this large upstairs room that they probably were not supposed to be exploring in, the forbidden subject of Bella could no longer be avoided. ‘ I have to know…so at least then I can feel more at peace about the situation.’ and biting down on her lip, the woman turned away from their previous subject, the snowflakes, and glanced into Iorwen’s beautiful blue eyes.
“ So…Iorwen…H…how long have you known Bella?”, and watching the woman’s face with avid curiosity, Sarah raised her right hand to press a few stringy strands of her hair behind one ear.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 6:24 am
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The look on his face told her that he didn't like the idea of going to his room for some reason. They weren't going to her room either if she had a say in it. Not the she though this guy would be, but if he got attached or needy she didn't want a stalker at her doorstep ever. Her brain scolded her for that thought, because she was worse of a stalker if she wanted a first round of sex from some guy. She wasn't that keen on ******** in a public place, but he had his hands on her in a way that suggested that he had just that in mind. She barely managed to gulp down her heated heart when the realization of that idea sunk in.
“ It’s right he--”
“ HEY YOU!”
Oh god! NO WAY!
She lightly yelped there for a second, because he was going to go on despite the fact that somebody was getting really close to interrupting them. She had her eyes on her current partner who seemed to have delightful malice all over his face. She was sure her adrenaline just got to run at a peak she had never experienced before, but she heard all to well that this guard -whoever that ******** was- was going to stop them in the middle of the act. Couldn't he just let them do this and then arrest them for public indecency?
“ RICHARD KEMPT! I am calling a cab and you are leaving this hotel RIGHT NOW!”
Annabelle was sure her face was getting redder the longer she was sitting on him the way she was. She wasn't expecting to be stuck like with a security guard yelling in their face the way he was. There was just something incredibly devious about the whole situation that Annabelle's face couldn't express anything beyond how damn good her felt in her. Otherwise she might have been able to muster shock or a smirk because this situation was both shameful and exhilarating on all levels. Well maybe the red in her face was from some sort of shame... Nah it probably had the same reason as the rest of her expression.
“ I TOLD you this was the last straw ‘Fang’ or whatever the hell you’re called!”
Great way to ruin the no introductions part. She though and she was considering yelling at the guard to somehow make him leave, but then here eyes fell on the pepper spray as well and it helped kill the mood, but it didn't make her want 'Fang' any less.
Her eyes lightly widened when she picked up that this sexy piece of work had been caught all over this hotel already. She watched him grin with her mouth half open and she was feeling less and less willing to let him be taken away without a good doing.
“ Get out of this elevator right now! Both of you are going downtown.”
"HEY!" She yelled ready to spurt out what she already knew of her education to avoid being taken downtown. No way she was going to let this guard b***h do that for a SILLY fine. She didn't get more words in between though.... Little big Fang had taken the word again before her mind had formed a coherent sentence.
“ I hardly think that’s necessary for her first warning Dave. If you turn around for a minute I can put my pants on and I’ll ******** in a hotel room from now on like a good little boy.”
Awww.... Damn what a bummer! For a few seconds she tried to keep him where he was, but she had to let go... Even though that last ram felt good. It didn't help her that she was still completely on fire. She bit her lip hard, frustrated to no end that it had to end like this. She was contemplating taking up her shorts that had been slipped to her, but before she could make good on that he was on her and suckling her ear and feeding the fires again.
“ Later…”
She was going to make sure he kept that little promise. She'd rather have it soon than later though, but alas... The retarded guard wanted to steal her pretty little ******** away. God damn it, that was good sexcapade in the making...
“ She took my shirt.”
She pouted her lips into a grin that made far to clear that she wasn't the nicest nor the sweetest girl either. She knew common decency only prevented good fun. The guard seemed to have another word for her, but she shook her head with a vicious look reserved for the man. It did seem to help him change his mind and she was glad for that. She stayed in the elevator, only venturing as far as the open doors to see that sexy, nasty piece of work being taken away.
That look Richard gave her... Was one to remember.
When she could no longer see Fang from where she stood she retreated into the elevator, pulled on her pants and requested the first floor. She needed to find something to get rid of all that energy and heat in her. She needed a punching bag or something of the like... She found one eventually found one in the gym.
About an hour later at Annabella's room door
beep
She had been swiping that card for the last 5 minutes or so because she needed a shower after kick-punching the crap out of a punching bag in the hotel gym in attempt to let of steam. Now she turned her unsatisfied aggression on the door kicking it, but not getting it open.
"I'm going to kill whoever did this." She mumbled to herself going down -with the elevator- to have a good rant at the reception desk.
"Why doesn't this piece of crap plastic work?!"
She yelled at the receptionist when she got there. She first got an odd stare because she was venting the way she did, but the receptionist figured it out for her anyway giving her different key while saying:
"You got an upgrade as an apology for the scandal you were involved in."
"I got a WHAT?" She questioned the whole message not quite getting in her head.
"Also... You left this stuff here earlier." The receptionist told her placing the sweater, shirt and book on the counter before here and then Annabelle started to wonder about her bags and some of the clothing she had already sprinkled around the room, including panties.
"And my bags? My other stuff?"
"They were moved to your new room." She was informed and she stared at the keycard for a while longer before the incredibly patient receptionist urged her to: "Go enjoy that room."
Fine I will. She thought gathering the pile she had previously left there to take the elevator to a far higher floor than she had originally been on. On her way up she had a hunch that the nasty Fang was behind it. Her throat and stomach tingled at the idea as she made her way to the new room. There was an incredibly lack of doors on this floor suggesting how large the rooms were on this floor. Yet, when she finally entered the room she now had her jaw practically fell of her face.
She said to herself as she entered and closed the door behind her. Yes, all her bags -which were only two- were there as promised and an extra one with the stuff she had left laying around in her other room.
She walked around the room, not sure where to go first with all this space. A fridge, with the right beer and champagne hinted even more clearly at what she already knew. Her last stop was the bathroom and frankly Annabelle didn't know what a hot tub was at the time so the construction of the bath like thing made the blonde frown with a confused expression.
"I guess that's how rich people bathe..." she mused to herself. Walking in the bathroom further and finally finding Fang's little note.
Tink, I planned on being here when you arrived; but, I’m in a bit more trouble than I would like to be in. Sadly, I might be detained in the naughty corner of the hotel prison with a dunce hat for the whole of tomorrow. That or business, I’m trapped either way it seems. But don’t let that stop you from…having a bit of fun.
I’m told turning the hot tub vents to the fifth speed and sitting in the right position is quite exhilarating…but if you want to stalk me, there are water bottles in the fridge beside the cheap beer you favor.
XxxxxxxxxxEnjoy yourself,
XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFang~
The note thought her several things in a short while. One: Fang had enough money to pay for an upgrade like this. Two: That the contraption she had been sitting on to read this note was a hot tub. Three: He made her giggle with a note, because the image of him with a dunce cap on was quite funny. Four: he intended to make good on that later he had promised. her in the elevator. Five: He made her attempt at letting of steam with that punching bag useless in the minute it took to read that note.
She groaned lightly to herself deciding that she might as well make good on that shower she had been planning on. But, she delayed as she first tried to give the pile of stuff she had come in with a place. The book wasn't hard -some place she might actually remember she still had studying to do. The sweater wasn't either - a chair-, but the shirt was a whole different story alltogether.
The problem was... It smelled good... Made her feel good... yet, she heavily wanted to resist thinking more about Fang than the time she had been and would be around him. For a long time she held on to the fabric, not being able to decide between leaving it out in the open or hide it in a drawer where it couldn't draw her attention. Eventually she settle for leaving it on her bed for the time being, because if she'd get it back out of a drawer she'd feel like a stupid hopelessly lost runt.
More on that later though.
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Yours truely,_____
______________Annabelle~
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 8:02 am
Casey had stuck around the slopes for far longer than he usually would've. Usually he would go back to his room , but when he was deciding to make this path down the last one his eyes settled on the way the sky was coloured. He lingered at the top for a long length of time mostly thinking about the little things, the things he said and did. The things that had been said to him and a number of other things. He remained there walking around until Harold came up there and got him out of his train of thought.
“ Casey!”
Casey looked over his shoulder pre-emptively his face turning to a slight scowl. He didn't want another fight and as a matter of fact he was expecting just that, but instead he got something completely different.
“ Bella wants to talk to you back at the hotel.”
Casey frowned not seriously believing that Harold would willingly come and tell him that. Not now that he seemed to have almost all of Bella to himself since his little anxiety attack. That Casey didn't think was fake. This request though... Did seem fake.
“ Don’t try anything stupid.”
Casey's eyes lightly narrowed, remembering far to well that he had turned his first attempt at making things right with Bella into a stupid action. The bazilionth time turned into a badly timed attempt because he just had to wind up in the hospital. Casey didn't say a thing though... not able to get any of his thoughts over his lips. His eyes just followed Harold as he walked away and then the raven head decided to take Harold's word on this... For just one last time.
He was surprised to get greeted by Pino when he got down with the ski lifts. Most of all he was surprised by the incredibly warm hug Bella gave him and he felt bad for Pino who could in no way muster what feelings were tumbling around in either one of them. After all... He probably was convinced that they were still just friends.
“ Its great to see all of us together!”
Yeah, that was great... If only it was just as unconfused as the good old days. Yet he didn't move, he didn't want to let go even if Pino was awkwardly joining in. That was until Pino's teeth. started to clatter
"Lets get inside..." Casey said, not wanting to get Pino a cold on his account. Finally he managed to let go of Bella and he decided to lead the way to the inside, because Bella didn't seem to be thinking of going ahead.
The whole way Casey glanced her way not sure if he should say something or not or if she should talk first.
We're doign it again... Seeing who starts to talk, call, write... Whatever
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 8:38 am
[Bella: Oh casey...why must you be so warm and smell so perfect? D:]
Following her toad of a brother wasn’t very difficult, after all, wandering about aimlessly seemed to be in their genetic make-up. Eventually though, they made it to the ski-lift and it was with great joy that she saw Casey headed towards them…especially because he was on his way towards them alone. How much had she vexed herself over seeing her and that handsome Mato? Too long to be healthy, and she hoped she wouldn’t have to endure such pain in the future. Waving him over like an airport attendant, Bella was so exhilarated to see her friend okay that she squeezed him in his arms and held him close to her. ‘ I’ve missed you so much Casey…’, and leaning close for the longest time, Bella almost moved her chin to give Casey a soft kiss against his neck if not for Pino squeezing into their embrace.
“ It’s great to see all of us together!”, How on earth was that phrase hurting her to much? Bella couldn’t stomach it for some reason, and it felt like her brother had punched a hole in her chest. Not able to focus on the beauty of just being held by Casey from restraining the urge to look sad in front of her brother, Bella started to move when she heard Pino’s teeth chatter and sent Casey a fleeting glance. There was something amiss in the back of her mind, and it vexed her even though she knew not what it was.
“ Lets get inside…”, Where it was warm. Warmth made her think of beds and snuggling, and unfortunately snuggling made Bella remember the previous night. Pangs from the injuries sustained during the fight with Skull echoing within her chest, Bella shared a pained glance with Casey before stopping dead in her tracks and feeling her chin begin to quiver. No. No no no. Don’t cry in front of them.’ she didn’t, thankfully, but for certain Casey would have heard her footsteps cease and turn around to inspect the lack of sound. Craning her chin to hold eye-contact with her treasured person, Bella rushed forward to grab his hand in the hopes of stopping him from walking before standing up on her tiptoes to press her mouth close to Casey’s ear with a worried expression.
“ C-casey…where’s Skully?...I asked him to fetch you…hours ago…I…I was worried about you…”
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 9:23 am
Iorwen had been reluctant to come, but she eventually did, with some weird stroke of fate or something else she had actually arrived with Einian. Yes , the Mohawked man was in the building, but he hasn't done anything of interest so far nor did anybody but Iorwen know he was in the building.
As a matter of fact she didn't want anybody else to see or notice her because she was wounded. Deeply wounded. The hair colour change was perhaps an attempt on hiding in plain sight, but she hadn't counted Pino Lugosi being here and even less on him actually recognising her. The kid had seen her for less than a month. How could she expect that?
Iorwen was at the reception desk because apparently there was a problem with the room she had requested and they had trouble finding a replacement. Einian had more luck and was already gone to his own room. She dreaded the idea of having to ask somebody to sleep with for the night. She wanted privacy and time to heal the incredibly sour emotions she had been feeling during the last few weeks. She definitely hadn't expected Bella run of. Sure, at first she could understand, but the girl stayed away, didn't give any more signs of life. She had simply vanished leaving a big gaping hole in the life of the natural blonde.
“ Hey Iorwen! Iorwen is that you?!”
Iorwen's eyes lightly widened in shock and a cold jab struck her in her heart for the failed attempt at blending in plain sight. Yet, at first she couldn't quite place the voice. She tossed a glance over her shoulder, not right away recognising the boy so she looked back at the receptionist that was still giving her excuses. A moment later her coin fall and realisation hit her and turned around looking at the boy with a somewhat shocked expression that he seemed oblivious to. What was Pino doing here? Yet, she had looked back it didn't look like the boy with too much energy was going to let her of the hook now.
“ Hey Pino…Why don’t you check this floor and the ski area, while Iorwen and I search for her room from the receptionist and look around upstairs?”
Her eyes jolted to the woman that said the words and in a way Iorwen could thank her in a way for subtly telling Pino to go. Though for what reason left Iorwen oblivious. She didn't know her. Yet, she let herself be entertained by this stranger for over an hour. Hell, for a moment she forgot how reluctant she had been to come here. Until... she popped a question at the elephant in the room.
“ So…Iorwen…H…how long have you known Bella?”
Iorwen pressed her lips together at the mention of Bella. It was like there was another tear at her soul in that simple question. There was no way that the abandonment could just be fixed. Iorwen gave the question a serious thought though. She eventually sighed and answered the question her voice having traces of what she felt, but calm nonetheless.
"Four months. Give or take one... I stopped keeping track of that a couple of weeks ago."
Iorwen gave Sara a smile, a weak one. She just hoped Sarah got the hint that Iorwen didn't want to get too deep into that subject.
((Also.... surprise guests for in the morning =3 front page))
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 1:49 am
Casey wasn't sure what to think of some of the glances that they shared and he did almost stopped walking when she lagged back. Eventually she was the one who did make him stop on his path towards the hotel.
“ C-casey…where’s Skully?...I asked him to fetch you…hours ago…I…I was worried about you…”
Casey's teeth lightly clenched together at the mention of Harold and he had a feeling that this crazy pulling back and forth between him and Harold over Bella would never stop. Yet, he wasn't willing to lie.
"I saw him before I came down." Casey said, his voice low, because he had a feeling Bella didn't want Pino to eavesdrop. Yet chances were that he'd hear it anyway, but with the way he was oblivious at ALL times -much like his sister and her closest friend- made Casey think that he wouldn't know what they were going on about.
"... He went towards the forest... I unno he looked like he wanted to think..."
Casey lightly sighed, pausing at that observing Bella's face a small frown forming on his own face.
"What?... You think he's up to something?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 2:32 am
“ Four months. Give or take one…I stopped keeping track of that a couple of weeks ago.”, Sarah might have still flamed the torch that this pretty brunette was Billy’s girlfriend if not for the…sad…little smile that the woman gave Sarah in reply. Obviously the woman didn’t wish to discuss the matter, and Sarah somehow knew in her heart that something must have happened to devastate them. Unable to look back at her own actions and consider herself partially responsible, Sarah bit down on her lip in a Billy-adopted mannerism before reaching out to try and brush her fingers over Iorwen’s own. Her own heartstrings pulled by invisible heartstrings.
“ Oh…”, For the longest moment Sarah couldn’t think of anything else. Io didn’t seem to want to discuss this subject, but the raven-head nibbled on her lip and cast the woman a mournful look with her watering eyes and did not detach from the subject.
“ I apologize if asking you was painful…,”, Sarah tilted her chin towards the ground and allowed her stringy hair to somewhat cloak her face.
“ Billy…I mean…Bella…She was my girlfriend all through high school. Things didn’t…end well…and I came to apologize…for how I treated her.”, again feeling responsible, the image of her body enfolded in Bella’s arms flashed through her brain and for a moment the raven-head couldn’t speak. Torn between dropping the subject there and day-dreaming on a happier past, the woman wet her lips and let the future refresh her willpower to move forward.
“ I see now that I may be responsible for a few walls she may have built over the years, she wrote me an email a few months back, and I saw so much of my old self in her wording that it frightened me…Sometimes we end up like the people who hurt us, and I couldn’t bear it if she treated others the way I treated her.”, The woman was rambling now, something she and Bella had in common. As she half twiddled her fingers to try and delay speaking further on the subject, Sarah craned her chin to glance at Iorwen with a mournful expression.
“ Do you…love her?...”, The question lingered in the air like a winter’s chill, and Sarah wasn’t entirely sure how the words had slipped from her mouth.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 3:16 am
[Me: Casey, you better kiss that girl and make her melt or you might lose her]
“ I saw him before I came down…He went towards the forest…I unno he looked like he wanted to think…” , As Casey kept talking, Bella’s face kept sinking lower and lower. Pain had been ruminating in her chest ever since the previous night, and though it had improved since this morning seemed to have healed the incident, Skull and Casey being gone for hours had rekindled the idea that they weren’t okay and their fight hadn’t evaporated. Did you really expect it to? Time healed everything, but a few hours couldn’t cure the way she had yelled at him. The look on his face when she scolded him still haunted Bella’s brain, and with the image of Skull wandering alone in the woods in this snowstorm riddled her heart with pain. ‘ He doesn’t want to be near me…’ Images of Iorwen’s face in pain flashed through Bella’s brain, and the guilt of disappointing the people she cared for lodged themselves within her heart like a prickly weed that stuck to her socks when she walked in grass. ‘ God…can I do anything other than hurt people?’
“ What?...You think he’s up to something?”, Without even being able to coherently ponder Casey’s sentence, Bella snapped her face to pin her pained, watering, eyes at her old friend. Piercing his soul intentionally from the vengeance seeking pain throbbing inside of her chest from the sheer suggestion of what Casey was saying; Bella shook her head in one swift nod and started to wipe the face away. Smiling at Pino, who was looking away at that moment thankfully, Bella bit her lip and walked towards the ski-lift area. Not willing to start an argument or yell at Casey for his awful comment. ‘ Of course. Skull is the epitome of evil, he ‘has’ to be ‘up to something’. Casey doesn’t give a ******** if he’s hurt.’, unwilling to show Casey how hurt she was by the thought of Skull being all alone when he was so upset, Bella just sat down on a ski-lift (pregnant and all) and snuck Casey a heartbroken look.
“ Hey! Where’ you goin’?!”, Pino called when he noticed his sister wasn’t with ‘the group’ and she watched her brother with an apologetic expression as her feet started to lift up off of the ground.
“ I…I’ll be right back Pino! Go inside, find Sarah, and meet me in the café!”
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