|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 12:57 am
Ooh. That was something special. Maebe could have abused her newfound superpower, but she chose to save it, cherish it for perfect moments, so as not to drive him away just yet. So she continued to brush her hair, pulling the curls out around her shoulders and lashing them repeatedly until they shone. She watched him recover from that moment, and she saw herself in that slow smile. It disturbed her in ways she wished she didn't enjoy. "Well, you're not wrong." She responded apathetically. "It's still early, but I'm doing my best to make sure secrets come my way." The brush was placed gently down on the dresser, and she turned, leaning back against it. Her entire body radiated predatory vibes. "But we've still avoided the topic of payment. And before you get confused, money is not on the table. So, Prince Ali, if you want the dirt on my best friend, what's in it for me?"
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 10:00 am
His shoulder tingled where she had brushed against it, and not in a pleasant way, Alistaire's fingers itching to scrub away the spot on his coat that was now contaminated by her presence; it was visible, right there - a black mass that stretched from his upper arm and spread outwards. He kept his arms folded across his chest, however, hands securely hidden from view, and leveled a look towards Maebe.
The nickname grated on his nerves. The satisfied smirk slipped somewhat, Alistaire giving a small, disdainful snort. "I don't do deals, darling, but I'll give you something else instead," he said lightly. "And that is, I'll leave you out of everything."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2014 7:37 pm
" Everyone does deals." She corrected him quickly, tilting her head down to stare at him through her eyelashes. "You just haven't found a reason good enough for one yet. But you're trying right now, aren't you?" Her tongue slipped out, licking along her top lip. She felt the sharpness of her teeth as it glided across their edge. Then a short, sharp sigh took hold of her, lifting her up and bringing her down again. "I'm sorry, my darling." She coo'd out affectionately. "But you still don't know me well enough to understand how I work. See, I don't want you to leave me out of it. Whatever you're planning excites me. I want your hands pulling me through the mud. I want you to try. Because I'd love to see it." Shiloh was small potatoes, and she wanted Alistaire to realize this. If he had a plan, she wanted him to tear her apart with it first. "Consider it foreplay." She pushed herself off of the dresser, and stepped closer to him, never stopping. If he didn't move, she just leaned against his body with her own. If he did, she'd just keep walking until he hit a wall. "I won't let you ******** me. But I'd love to feel you try to <******** me over."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 1:59 pm
He arched a brow. "I don't deal with mud," Alistaire corrected her, with the faintest of smirks. "If you want to get dirty, so be it."
But it was curious - very curious - her reaction. Maebe was essentially telling him that she was willing to throw her best friend to the wolves (or rather, wolf), which was something that he had not foreseen. It made the entire situation just a little more interesting, a little more fascinating.
And it took every ounce of self-control for him to not move back as she moved forward, Alistaire deliberately holding himself still as Maebe leaned against him. He kept his arms folded across his chest and smiled benignly down at her pale face and her pinkish-blonde hair, a slight sneer on his lips.
"I wouldn't dream of the former," he said, in a tone dripping with sarcasm. "But I'd be interested in attempting the latter."
He pushed away from her and reached for the door, pulling it open. "I'll be in touch."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 10:33 pm
There was a flash of something - a memory, though it wasn't real - of looking up at him just like she was, and seeing something there. That lack of anything in his sneer, the way he masked anything and everything from her. For a brief second, it made her reminisce. Then he pushed away, and expressed his interest in tearing her apart. The dark delight that came from that acknowledgement quickly smothered any small snuff of kindled flame within her, and she clapped her hands at him sarcastically. "Congratulations. I can't wait to see you again." Her hand was on the door, itching to slam it in his face. "Maybe next time, you can wear something more provocative. I'm not feeling this whole stuffy stick up the a** vibe you've got going on here," Her hand waved in the general direction of his clothes. "But I'm sure you can do better next time." She pushed the door closed, even if he wasn't fully out of the way.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
