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 Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2015 8:12 pm
"Uh huh." Lukas mostly agreed for the sake of agreeing, because the moment he was through that door his attention was well and thoroughly elsewhere: drawn to the size of the place, and how clean it was. Almost without thinking, he was drawn away toward the bathroom to investigate what she had there. It made the breath go out of him: certainly a step up from the shared showers he had access to, even if he made his way up to the first floor. "...two years, you said?" At least he made this joking, coming back into focus.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 3:27 pm
Leaning back against the counter, Peyton watched Lukas as he wandered around, taking in the layout. "That's how long I've been on the island yes, but I've been in this room for a while now." She paused, counting back the months, and gave a startled blink when she realized she'd been a hunter for half a year already. "July. I got promoted in July, and got moved up here after I got out of the infirmary." Humming thoughtfully, the girl brought her glass up again for a long drink, marveling at how fast time could fly.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 11:05 am
"Year and a half then." Strangely, it relaxed something in Lukas: made his shoulders slump, some worry fading to the background. Not completely comfortable, no, but at least there was a timeline. He'd survived more than a year and a half in similar circumstances. Now, though, he was blinking back to her, fading from calculating back into that smile and rolling his shoulders in a slow shrug. He'd drink a soda, if she had one, settling in next to her again. Comfortably close, hip to hip. He'd easily glossed over the infirmary bit in his head.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 7:50 pm
There were sodas in the fridge, which she'd get for him before settling against the counter again, a thoughtful expression on delicate features before a soft brush against her hip pulled her firmly from her own head and back into the here and now. Her head dipped, turning slightly as she took in his proximity, then pale eyes were lifting once again. He really was a handsome thing, roguish, with the shadow of stubble along the line of his jaw and the set of his lips when he smiled at her. A dangerous sort of smile, she mused, setting her glass down as she turned to face him. Probably she shouldn't have invited him in. They were relative strangers, she didn't know him, but the invitation had come anyways. She could hear America's voice at the back of her mind, encouraging, and her own not far behind it. Buzzed, certainly, but not so far gone as to not recognize a reckless choice for what it was. But there was a certain charm in recklessness at the moment. Watching him, she took that gamble, one small hand moving to rest lightly against the base of his sternum.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 3:24 pm
The touch didn't entirely come as a surprise -- just made him blink, and then shift, his own fingers settled feather-light against her side. After a moment, Lukas dragged his hand up: over the curve of her hip, thumb smoothing around to get a feel for the shape of her body, in a distracted, comfortable sort of way. The touch was an offering, he thought, and so he almost absently leaned down. When he kissed her, it was just a ghost of lips over hers, the smile still sharp behind it. "You're drunk."
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 3:46 pm
Fingers moved in a smooth glide along her sides, and Peyton moved with the soft touch, a half a step closer, and her free hand drifted up to join the first against his chest, tongue dancing in a quick flick across her lower lip. She hadn't been sure if he was interested, not really. It'd been a gamble, her own pride on the line, bruised and battered as it was. A light flush shown under the dusting of freckles that covered her cheeks, darkening as he leaned over her to steal that feather light kiss, and she could feel the curve of his lips before she heard it in his voice. "Only a little," she admitted softly. "Not as much as you'd think for someone my size." She'd been told on more then one occasion that she held her liquor remarkably, annoyingly well. It meant she knew exactly what she was doing as she rose up on tip toes, hands sliding down to rest on his sides as she kissed him back, more then a chaste brush of lips this time.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 5:28 pm
Peyton could have that, at least: Lukas catching her shoulders after a moment to put a bit more force behind it, walking her back until her spine bumped the wall. Kisses were safe, certainly. No one ever got in trouble for that: his hand guiding down her arms and back to her waist. Peyton was so tiny -- But he'd pause after a moment, the stubble along his jaw scraping against her cheek as he lifted his head to catch his breath. "You're drunk enough, I think. You don't even know me." Not that he backed away, or let go of her.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 6:07 pm
She made a soft noise for him as drew her in, deepening the kiss, small hands traveling up along his sides until she was curling fingers into the fabric of his shirt before her back hit the wall. The scrape of stubble against her cheek had her turning into it, breath warm against the side of his neck. There was a certain logic to his protest, if you could even call it that. She didn't know him, had just met him, but she wasn't looking for anything serious with him, and she was pretty sure he wasn't looking for anything serious in her. "I could say the same to you." It did not, in fact, help her case much. Cheek moving against the side of his jaw, she turned her head to brush lips along the side of his neck. "I know what I'm doing."
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 7:58 pm
"I'm not sure you do." He rumbled as he said it, though, considering: because, really how bad could it be? Peyton was an adult, it seemed, and had been here a hell of a lot longer than him. Lukas curled his thumbs up under the hem of her shirt, low on her stomach, while he thought about it, and his body protested the delay. Still. He wasn't going to stop her, if she wanted to explore a little. He'd just keep his hands somewhere relatively tame.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2015 5:21 pm
That would make her smile, as if he'd told a joke, though this was one only she would get. "I could prove it." Because at this point she did know what she was doing, though the context with which they were speaking had just shifted subtly away from good decision making and headed towards something a little less harmless. His thumbs where they rested against her skin were warm, and she leaned into that touch, smoothed her lips across the stumble kissed edge of his jaw. A downward brush of palms brought hands to his waist, and she mirrored him, slipping delicate fingers under the hem of his shirt to smooth up and along his sides.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 7:08 pm
Let her, then: Peyton could prove it, and Lukas would go along with it, quietly pleased rising into something else entirely. Careful limits to cover his a** but, honestly, there wasn't much about this he didn't want. Including sleeping in the comfortable sprawl of Peyton's bed and, maybe, using her shower...
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