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 Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 4:36 pm
((I agree...time zones are a pain and so are busy weekends...My week shall be busy too so I don't know how much posting I may or may not get done...
As for summary...Sasha left Nicky to find Isaac and found him with Zen and Dakota getting coffee. Ainesly((I'm sorry I can't spell...)) has fallen asleep in the limo, as have most of the other guests. Thats about all I can tell you...))
Dakota had been silently listening to the conversations. She had decided not to deal with any of them...for one thing Sasha made her feel slightly uncomfortable. Dakota would never act that way and wasn't excited about people who did...at least the ones that did it all out and opened like that. Dakota turned to the counter when Zen's comment made her remember her coffee.
She added some milk and sugar to it before taking a sip. She smiled as the warmth of coffee slid down her throat. She hadn't really needed coffee but she loved the smell and taste of coffee. It was very comforting. Suddenly Dakota's eyes popped open as she thought of soemthing that needed addressing. "Confrence room 2...NOW!" She hurried off towards the kitchen door. She had pulled out her phone in that amout of time and had it already connected to the house speakers. "Sam, Sasha, Izzy, Zen, Yoh, Nicky! All of you are needed in confrence 2 immedeatly! Thank you!" By the time she was finished she was already there. She waited for the others, remembering that she still had to make sure that the six of them were ready for the guests.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 7:12 pm
The conference room? Things must finally be coming to a head. He slowly slipped away from Sasha's grasp and refilled his mug. He refilled his mug and made his toward conference room 2. For a moment he stopped in the hallway, distracted with a rather arbitrary thought: why were there more than one conference room? It didn't seem necessary, seeing as how the only conferences held--at least in Isaac's experience--were amongst the workers of the residence.
Then again, it wasn't his house, so what did it matter? What mattered was that Dakota wanted him there, and if he wanted to keep living the good life, he would go there. He took another drink and started moving again. He was one of the first in the conference room and took a seat halfway between Dakota and the other end of the table.
Once seated, he stared intently at his coffee, waiting for the meeting to begin. For a moment, he reminisced about his brief time spent in the kitchen. Sasha had been hanging against him, and publicly. It wasn't that he minded (much) but wondered what the others thought of him. He knew some of the words that could be flung around when someone behaved so freely: slut, whore, and several derivatives thereof were common. Those were usually slung at women though, which drove his train of thought toward Sasha herself. She wasn't an idiot, and Isaac was sure she had been through some... not-so-friendly encounters with the others. He admired that she was free of the social ties that inhibited the public actions of most people...
What did she think of him for leaving without a word? How did she manage to put up with him despite the fact that he didn't know what his mistakes were or when he was making them? These were the questions most prevalent in his mind as people began to occupy the room.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:38 pm
Sasha let Isaac slip from her grasp, since she respected him. She couldn't help wonder what he thought of the public attention. He hadn't seemed to mind, but sometimes it was hard to read Isaac. So maybe he did. Then she wondered if Zenith thought Izzy was a slut. He thought Sasha was, but she was a woman. She doubted he did, so let it drop. There wasn't a point in worrying it would give her wrinkles. As she watched Isaac leave the room without a glance, she shook her head, knowing not to take it as an insult. She picked up her mug from the counter, and unhurriedly went to the sink, pouring the cold remainder out. She refilled it, and stood still for a moment savoring it. Sasha was only hurried in quickies. There wasn't any need to be anytime else, especially now. She was not very far from Confrence room 2, and she knew for a fact Nicky was in her room.
She didn't wait to finish her coffee though; she took sips on her way to the room. It surprised her that she was actually the second employee here, and wondered if she should have downed the cup and brought a third here. It did not matter, if she finished her current one, she'd just get another. Besides, how long could the meeting take? She smiled at Isaac's location, and took the seat closest to Dakota beside him. She placed her hand on his thigh, her fingers stroking gently along its inside. "I could have walked with you," she flashed him a grin, to show her humorous manner. She always worried he'd misinterpret her teasing, so she had taken to giving him a smile and meeting his eyes so he knew.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 11:02 pm
Isaac could only guess that to some degree, Sasha understood and took no offense to anything he did 'wrong.' That fact alone put him in a better mood, and he was willing to play her blithe little game for the moment. "Perhaps... But I prefer something greater than a snail's pace." He attempted a smile and it managed to flicker across his features for little more than a second before fading ungracefully. "If you weren't always dragging yourself about... I might be... more inclined to join you."
Conversation was a distraction in itself, clearing his mind of any wandering thoughts or curiosities; for a mere twenty seconds, Isaac was devoid of conscious contemplations.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 11:18 pm
For a moment Sasha was shocked. Not only had Isaac joked with her, was that a smile she'd seen? She smirked playfully, "I needed caffeine for tonight, or would you prefer we just sleep tonight? hmm?" It was wonderful that the two of them were covering ground. The two of them started differently than any other 'friendship' had. Sex was first, and then connection. It was almost like a real relationship. How shocking. She'd never actually been in one of those. Well, she'd been in three once, but that was because they wanted to feel special. She hadn't learned that she didn't want to be with someone who had jealousy issues. Almost absentmindedly, her fingers continued stroking along his thigh, and slowly they were moving farther away from his knee. It was habit, probably.
((Sorry how long that took--Gilbert & Sullivan operas are hilarious.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 11:36 pm
Now came one of those moments when Isaac had to try and explain himself, which was difficult enough for him. On top of that, he had to attempt sensibility, explain his reasoning, and not tell too much for fear of destroying the relationship which could also be nullified by saying too little or the wrong words. Perhaps it was only Isaac, but conversation was so stressful sometimes!
"I... I won't be sleeping tonight. Nor will I... shall engage..." He took a slow breath. He finally decided on something simple rather than eloquent: "Not tonight."
Now came awaiting her response. He always feared hurting her when he said no, despite the fact that he had done so on more than one occasion. Despite his fears, he always remained true to what he felt, and tonight he was not feeling sexual. Sasha always seemed to take it well, except for the first time he had refused, but like many other aspects of his personality she had either come to adapt or mask her true emotional response.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 11:50 pm
Sasha merely smiled, shaking her head, "Then sleep it is for me." She turned her head to Dakota calling, "Unless you're free, you seem to never sleep." With her body, it had been rare for her to be refused the first time, usually it was her who turned someone down. There were always the stuck ups, like Zenith and Yoh who pretended they didn't want her, that they were too good for her. But she knew that Isaac hadn't said no because he wasn't attracted to her. Well, she knew now. Originally, she had been offended and sharply asked why, causing him to fluster further.
She'd grown to understand him now. She'd accepted it with stride a few times after, but he still seemed tense whenever he did. the first occurrence probably had stuck with him. Chuckling softly, she questioned, "Do you need me to get up and give you a massage, Izzy? You know I'm good with my hands."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 12:03 am
The idea was certainly tempting, but Isaac wasn't one to draw attention to himself, and a massage would draw eyes from every corner of the room. For one so socially and mentally reclusive, he could be quite sensitive physically. He had learned that the hard way, when he earned his first massage from the flirtatious woman. In all likelihood, he would fall asleep after a massage. In all honesty, he was tired. He refused to sleep simply to keep himself subdued for the time the guests would arrive. Negative first impressions were perhaps one of Izzy's biggest fears these days, and with a whole troupe of people showing up, he'd be as nervous as a parakeet in a feline adoption center.
Was that even a popular analogy? He had to be making things up again. He tried not to do that, because if he continued making stuff up long enough, he'd forget he had created it himself, and try to talk about it in public. It was how he had figured out he was different, how he had discovered something was wrong with him, and that the many voices he heard only in his head shouldn't exist: after all, normal people didn't hear non-physical beings speak in their brains about massacring pregnant women or attempt to persuade them in leading people through the third great Exodus (the first of which was the Hebrews leaving Egypt and the second was the mass-immigration to the U.S.).
She had asked me a question, Izzy realized, and came back to awareness staring into his coffee again. "I..." Really can't decide.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 12:50 am
It was amazing watching how some emotions flickered across his face. It made Sasha embarrassed for her...challenged intellect. She didn't need smarts, her perfect grades were acquired in other ways. Whenever a genius had sought after her, she ignored him for his arrogance over her ignorance. But Isaac was the opposite. It was almost as if he did not realize how smart he was. And Sasha didn't actually know, but no one could think as much as he did and not be smart.
Seeing his hesitation, Sasha decided for him. Pushing her chair back and wincing at the loud scraping noise it created, she stood moving behind him. Due to her considerable legs (and heels), her arms barely needed to bend to reach his shoulders. She began her ministrations, her fingers making small circles into his flesh. She bent down, her short skirt not covering her behind for any who entered, and whispered into his ear, "I'll stop and wake you if you fall asleep. Do you want me to stop when our other dear co-workers come in?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 1:04 am
Either he was easy to read, or she just knew him well enough to make a call like that. And even if he had made the decision to refuse her offer, it was too late. She was already working the tension from his shoulders. He almost fell onto his coffee and spilled it everywhere, his reaction was so intense, but by reflex he kept his head aloft so that it only bobbed, like someone fighting off the inevitability of sleep. And, of course, Isaac was now desperately waging that exact war. Coffee. He picked it up and took a few gulps, then set it down. It would help... for now. The duration of its effects probably wouldn't be very great though, and he'd be needing more in a matter of minutes. He whispered faintly, "Yes." How she knew he wanted her to stop he wasn't sure, but he was pretty sure his preference to abstain from the center of attention was clear in the minds of all his colleagues.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 1:20 am
Sasha let out a giggle, ruffling her hair. "You're so cute," it was rare for her to get him to relax, but she always preferred it. It confused her why he wouldn't at least when they were alone. Why didn't he learn that he wasn't going to mess up around her? If she didn't like having sex with him, then she would have left him. Period.
She shifted her hands, wondering if she could actually catch him if he should fall forward asleep. None the less, her hands tightened on his shoulders slightly as she continued her rub.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 1:27 am
Izzy tried to hide his face in his hands, playing it off as though he felt the urge to rub his temples. Compliments of that variety made him self-conscious, and weren't the kind one could refute. Attraction and things of that nature were of a person's opinion, and although he may be mentally unstable, Isaac knew a thing or two about rationality. Namely, he knew that you don't argue opinions. Without any sort of real response to that, he had chosen to try and cover any sort of coloring that had come to his face. When he felt he had rubbed his temples long enough, he lowered his hands to the coffee cup and brought it to his lips again.
((If anyone feels we're posting too much, please say so. I'd hate to be moving too fast for anyone.))
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 2:16 am
Sasha shook her head, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. She hadn't expected a response, but was very pleased with the blush. However, she did not have the cruelty to tease him of it. She allowed him to think he had hidden it perfectly, however she did not need to see it to know it. There were many a shy boy she'd made blush.
She gave Dakota a glance, wondering how much attention she was paying the two of them. Lowering her head, so that a curtain of hair concealed them, she asked in the barest whisper, "Did you mind the kitchen? Or do you want me to be," she ran a hand down his chest, "less physical?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 2:26 am
Perhaps one of the reasons Isaac had taken a liking to Sasha was their constant back and forth. He knew, whether consciously or subconsciously, that there was a constant give and take between them, typically with her giving and Izzy taking, but every now and again he happened to turn the tables.
With her hair in his face, tickling him gently, he shivered slightly. Tilting his head back to meet her stare, he found himself 'face to face' with a pair of inviting lips. However alluring they happened to be, though, Isaac was a master of self-control... sort of. He could keep himself from performing any conscious action; instinctive actions or reactions he had no more control over than the average person. "For now... yes," was his completely honest answer. As stated before, he wasn't feeling sexual that night.
He attempted to part her hair for a moment as he brought the mug to his face and emptied it. He had a habit of keeping empty cups and other containers toward the center of a table, and did so with his coffee mug. Isaac wasn't quite sure why he had developed the habit, but his only guess was it helped him determine what was still occupied and what contained only disappointment.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 2:53 am
Sasha could feel the sexual tension in the air from their nearness. Unlike Isaac, she was not very good at this thing called, 'control.' And she had to repeat that he'd already said no over and over in his head. She smiled at him, happily surprised that he did not seem to be tense as he waited for her reaction. Apparently her massage worked miracles. Unwittingly, she leaned in to give him a kiss of joy, but stopped just before his lips. This was a position she frequently was in, though usually it was in a teasing manner. A blush spread on her face, and the beginning of "Sorry" brushed his lips as she raised her head quickly and restarted the back rub.
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