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 Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 9:01 pm
Cal snickered at his growl. This was... odd. Very odd. First cuddling, then kissing, now he's verbally showing affection?
This is /not/ her demon.
It certainly was not a place she was any sort of used to, either. All of this was new to her, and she loved and hated it all at once. And why, of all times for that jerk to pull something like this, did he have to do it drunk? Would he remember in the morning? Would he freak out and run away? Or would he kiss her again? The sudden thought of waking up to Jayy cooking eggs in her kitchen nearly sent her into a fit of laughter. Those thoughts were interrupted, however, when he cursed and lunged for her again.
Suddenly Cal felt like she just had to get away. This was too confusing, too new, too scary. She needed that vodka alright. Despite chiding Jayy for being drunk, Calais herself was known to drink when her nerves were too much and she knew she could. If he hadn't shown up, she probably would be drinking right now anyway. And this... nope. Feelings of panic and fear and desire shot through her like a train and she leapt off the couch so fast she nearly spilled what was left of her drink.
"I, yeah, ya know, vodka. Yup. I think your glass is empty. Let me, um, let me fix that... Stay." Calais fumbled for his glass and accidentally caught his chin with her tail tip -lightly, of course- as she scrambled back to the kitchen, her face feeling so hot she was sure she glowed like a Christmas tree. She needed a moment to think. This... nope. She didn't like this at all. But she also loved it like woah. Jayy... Ugh. Freaking demon.
She was waaay too sober for this night.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 9:20 pm
She may as well have given him a slap. It would've given him the same feeling he was experiencing at that moment.
That gross feeling of rejection that he, yet again, wasn't used to.
But he also wasn't a sap of a man either, and rather than sulk, he got upset.
The fire roared to life a little more than it usually would, and the shadows seemed to stretch a bit further and darker than they should.
He glared towards the kitchen, waiting.
She had five minutes.
He thought about the fumbling around she had just done, the moment when her tail had brushed him.
....
Alright, 10 minutes.
But then he was coming in there after her, alcohol in hand or not.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 9:32 pm
Vodka. Nope, not that cabinet. Nope, not that one. Crap. THERE. Cal nearly dropped the bottle as she fumbled it out and onto the counter. Get it together, woman. She grabbed a shot glass, thought better of it, and took a nice swig from the bottle itself.
Ooooo, that smarted.
Cal shook her head so hard her ears flapped audibly, then gritted her teeth. Ok, good. She loved being light. The glass she sipped quickly and the sudden shot was what she needed. Awesome. The girl got a few more ice cubes, refilled their glasses, and stood in the doorway, staring in his direction.
Now what? He was going to try to kiss her again. And she really hoped he did. But why was he doing this? She went back to the counter, took another swig, and added the whole damn bottle to the trey. Friggin demon. But, really, why did it matter to her? She wished this. And if she hadn't, if she'd wished for something else or tried to reject him that night she'd have been in deep trouble. She had done the only safe thing to do, even if she hadn't known it at the time. This demon would have killed her, but she trapped him.
She trapped him.
This thought cleared her head so much it shocked her. What did it matter if his feelings were real or not? He was under her wish. HER wish. Hers. She was in control. Right? Right. Yeah... so what if his feelings weren't real. She deserved this. She deserved to be cuddled, and kissed, and loved on. After all the hell she went through she deserved a break. And there happened to be a spell-bound demon sitting on her couch seeming to want to give her all she deserved.
...
Cal took one last swig off the bottle, swayed, and returned to the couch. She nearly tripped and put the drinks in Jayy's lap, but managed to find the table and smooth her movements enough to return to the couch. A newfound peace of mind, however twisted by the vodka, gave her what she needed to smile at him casually, sip her vodka, and tease him. "Wassat the first time you kissed someone?~"
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 9:47 pm
He opened his mouth to speak, but paused.
He wasn't going to open up and be honest because of a kiss, was he?
He needed to cool it, before he did something extremely stupid.
A smirk formed on his lips; playful was back on the table, and she's started it.
"Maybe, maybe not. Not going to get jealous if I roll out the list, are you?" He purred lightly, taking a sip from his glass and secreting a piece of ice into his mouth, letting it cool on his tongue as he scooted closer to her, daring her to leave again.
"Though, for example, if it were anyway, then I suppose the next time I kissed you, it would be the second... and third..." His eyes flashed dangerously, enjoying himself. "Maybe we should count the bases too, while we're at it.."
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 9:53 pm
Cal grinned. "Honey, I doubt your list compares to mine~" Granted she'd never had a kiss in her life until about five minutes ago, but like hell was she going to reveal that to him. Besides, the vodka was really starting to give her more sass and confidence.
When he scooted closer, she felt her eyes half close in a purr, the grin still plastered across her lips. Taking a sip of her glass, Cal let the grin fade to a smile and her head tilt a little to the side. "Bases? Mmm, you think I'd let you go as far as you please, don't you, little demon?~" Her stomach started to flip at the thought, and she took another sip.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 9:57 pm
"Oh, I think you would let me go as far as I please." His voice was softening, his purr more pronounced as he took the glass from her hand and set it on the table beside his.
"I also believe I have to wipe that mouth of yours clean, if it's been contaminated by a hoard of mortal men." He closed the distance and kissed her fiercely, pressing her against the cushions to prevent her escape.
Vodka wasn't going to save her this time.
But it sure was doing its purpose of damning him.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 10:12 pm
She smirked as he confirmed her thoughts, letting him take her glass, but then had to suppress a half-giggle, half-whine at his idea of 'wiping her clean'. Her mind went nuts for a second, then went blank as his lips found hers once more. Jayy was not giving her any room to run away this time, either, and she didn't think she could -or would- if he had.
After a brief moment of shock, she grinned against him and threaded her paw through his long, soft hair. It felt good against her paws... His lips felt good against hers, his body felt good against hers... With a little growl, Calais closed her paw in his hair, kissing him back just as fiercely as he kissed her.
If he wasn't letting her go that night, she wasn't letting him go, either~
~fin~
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