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 Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 7:27 pm
Storm gave her all purpose shrug.
"You are not currently being my enemy, yes? And as you are drinking my drink down like it was water, I'd say so. If I didn't, you'd be being dead, certainly by now."
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 3:17 pm
Allen smiles lightly, finally, finally ceasing the almost-continuous stream of booze to his mouth.
Allen: Why Storm, I'm touched. Thank you.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 7:47 pm
Storm cocked her head.
"Simple words relaxe you so. Why?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 2:29 pm
Allen: Maybe because I'm fairly close to being jackass-drunk, and I'm more open to suggestion? Or maybe it's just because I'm relieved that you still wanted to be my friend after I came on to you so heavily...
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 4:56 pm
Storm laughed.
"I wouldn't count your drunken stupour words as 'coming on', Allen."
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 5:21 pm
Allen smirked lightly, maintaining his position laying spread-eagle on the floor.
Allen: I suppose so... You are quite beautiful, though.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 6:07 pm
[Just...can't....resist...]
With a skill to make dancers envy her, Storm rolled over cleanly so that she was stradling Allen. The drow leaned forward and down, so that she was almost paralle to her friend. She spoke with her lips teasing at Allen's.
"Why, thank you, darling...'tis a pity, though."
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 7:50 pm
Allen lay there, smirking lightly, but otherwise no different than how he was a few seconds beforehand.
Allen: Now Storm, if you continue like you are, there's no guarantee either of us will make it out of this room until tomorrow...
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 8:01 pm
Storm gave a low laugh.
"Now, why the sudden change in attitude?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 8:03 pm
Allen lifted up his stomach and hips a few inches off the ground, before letting fall back to the deck.
Allen: From what I'd guess, about 87 pounds.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 8:11 pm
Storm moved back and off of Allen, shrugging.
"Fair enough, darling."
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 8:21 pm
Allen frowned disappointedly, but shrugged.
Allen: Easy come, easy go, I suppose...
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 8:29 pm
Storm's eyes sparkled with a mixture of libido and amsument.
"Did I say that? I prefer to be on botom, anyway."
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 8:34 pm
Allen smirked, and sat up, wobbling slightly.
Allen: I wouldn't put a women into such a situation she was doubting even slightly. At least, not without a few more drinks...
He cocked his head.
Allen: But you always struck me as the dominant type. Hmm, submissive in bed, but nothing else?
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 8:38 pm
"Even the drunken gentleman."
Storm smiled and gave a shrug.
"Dominance is a form of overcompensation, for a variety of reasons. In bed, you shine for true."
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