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 Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 1:53 pm
Rurik panted in the back room, the shows he performed were always physically demanding and left him feeling beaten up and slightly charred. That did not take away the pleasure he felt when he performed, in a twisted way the physical toll it took added to the enjoyment. Kind of like the bliss you felt after a long workout. He had tried a variety of acts before, and even though he still took part in some the fire show was always his favourite. It was high energy and went alongside really cool props and loud music, there was nothing not to like about being a part of it. Of Course he was not alone on stage, most of his troupe were made up of woman, who donned latex and body armour that was also very inspired by the wasteland. It did not leave very much to the imagination, but this was an adult venue for a reason.
He put a finger to his eyes, taking out the large lenses that washed his iris out with white, leaving only a pupil. It took him forever to dress down it seemed, which was strange to consider he wore very few clothes for his act. A pair of black skinny jeans with large, buckled, platform boots and a simple pair of gloves. His hair was waist length, the extensions he wore long and were left to fall loosely. His torso and face were coated in dark body paint, heavily inspired by Mad Max - he was a fire performer and taking inspiration from a apocalyptic setting built on gasoline and flames seemed almost natural. He ran makeup remover pads across his chest to try and get the majority of it of, he was going out with Zoe tonight so needed to get ready pretty quickly.
He would usually take the time to go home and get showered, if he had thought about it he would have asked her to meet him at his place instead of here. Oh he loved it when the drink clouded his thoughts, though at the same time he was glad she got to see what he did for a living. He could not make her out in the cloud, he lost himself in the act very easily so to be fair he never even looked.
He wondered if she even came, they two seemed to get along fine at their first meeting, but since then she would have had time to seriously give this 'thing' they had a very good long think. He undid the long chain that was attached to the collar around his neck and pulled off the bracelets that hung from his wrists. What was he even going to wear? He had no idea where she had planned and felt almost at a disadvantage.
He supposed he would be able to get away with keeping the extensions in, it was always a pain in the butt styling his hair after he had taken them out. The white haired man brought a towel to his face and rubbed it frantically, trying to remove every bit of grease paint that remained. By the time he heard the door, he was sat down, still in costume but applying his usual makeup after removing every scrap that lingered from the show. It was his mother than opened the door, but Zoe was with her. Val did not linger long and left to get back to work the moment she entered the room, giving Zoe a quick goodbye and promising to sort out a time for them to work on costumes as soon as they could.
"Hey, I think I am still hungover from out night out. I could not move for like a day." He stated, finishing off his mascara before he swung on the stool to look at her with a friendly smile.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 2:16 pm
The act had been something she wasn't quite expecting, but in a way it had not surprised her at all. Knowing something of Ryan, or Rurik, and the flair his family had, she had already put together an imagine in her mind. He exceeded her expectations and then some and she found herself admiring not just the talent he showed, even though it was almost impossible to see that it was him, but also the costuming and stage presence they had put together. He had not been wrong about his mother and her team, they knew what went into entertainment. She had watched the crowd react with an odd sense of pride, the cheers and the awe that flowed through them as one collective being. By the time they left the stage and his mother had picked her out of the crowd to head back and greet him, there was a pleasant smile on her crimson lips. She nodded at Val as she left the pair alone, walking into the room as graceful as ever, fitted in a pair of heeled boots. She'd chosen more black for her ensemble this time around, knowing his taste now that she'd seen it, in a cropped black sweater and a high-waisted skirt that sported a muted floral print against a black backdrop. A thin line of skin showed above the raised waistline and between the hem of the the skirt and knee socks she sported. A little tease, to draw the eye. "You seemed to be moving pretty well tonight, though," she chimed back, offering him an amused smile as she walked deeper into the room. Her fingers wrapped around a large, amber pendant that hung centered on her sweater, tracing the bit of silver filigree that lined it. "I'm impressed at how.. agile you are." Again, there was a hint of that mischief to her words, comfortable now that she could tease him without raising his hackles. "I hope you don't have to perform tomorrow, though, I'm not going to take it any easier on you."
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 2:54 pm
"Thank you. I am glad you liked what you saw." He was really getting the impression she was leading this conversation towards the abyss. Zoe had that flirtatious look in her eyes that he was sure meant trouble, but he could assure her he was very agile indeed... He could not really remember how their last encounter had ended, but he could not recall her leaving in a bad mood. The fact that she came back surprised him a little and reassured him he must not have messed up their first date as much as he might have thought.
"Do not worry about me. I can perform just fine whatever the circumstances." Rurik pulled off one of his boots, with it loosing a good few inches of height. He curled his toes to try and regain feeling, he knew more than most the pain that came alongside fashion and the nerve endings in his feet were all but dead because of the constant years of abuse from uncomfortable shoes. "So what treats do you have in store for us tonight? Can I ask of is it a surprise?"
He stood up from the counter and turned to open the wardrobe behind him. His amber eyes drifted to look at her, she was dressed very differently than she was when they first met and he would be a liar if he said he did not prefer this look on her. She seemed more comfortable at least. "You look cute." He stated with a small smile, taking what she was wearing as a sign how he himself should dress. He grabbed a tie and wrapped his hair up in a low ponytail before he disregarded it down his back.
He picked out some clothes of the rail and then circled his finger in her direction. "Do you mind? I do not mind you watching, but you know..." He asked, giving her warning that he was about to get changed.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 3:17 pm
"I know I do, thanks." Confidence abound. For a moment, she simply raised her brows at him as if she weren't really sure why she had to turn around, but at last she just smirked and shook her head so the vibrant curls bounced around her face. She turned her back, though, realizing that as much as she would like to tease him, it might also present an awkward circumstance. There were odd things standing between them. So instead she did a slow walk around the perimeter of the room, picking up random things and setting them down after she was done examining. "It's not too much of a surprise that I can't tell you, I guess." She could hear him shuffling with his clothes and fought not to peek and catch a glimpse of his back, or the n****e rings he had had already admitted to. It took every ounce of her willpower to squash her own curiosity, but she did, knowing that there would probably be a time and a place more intriguing than now. "There's a warehouse venue that lets local bands come and play near the college district - there's a few different ones performing tonight and if we get bored of subpar entertainment we can go to the ajoined club next door, or grab some food from the pub across the street." It was a busy area, she knew, and if the bands weren't up to par then there were almost no limits to what they could actually get themselves into. "I thought it might be fun to have you out of your comfort zone, so you don't get to keep the upperhand." There was a tease in her voice, but it was true, too.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2015 8:48 am
Rurik moved like an actor, getting changed with the haste required from one who needed to switch wardrobes between scenes with only moments to do so. It itself could have been a magic trick in itself. He put a cap on top of his head the sling his tied back hair over his shoulder. The white haired man coated his clothes and underarms in deodrant incase the small of fuel, ash and sweat lingered on him. Next time he would insist meeting at his place.
Then again, would it be odd to ask her go there so soon? He wondered how she would reach to his bachelor pad, it was not very luxurious but it was comfortable and suited him perfectly. She seemed to like everything she had come across so far, or at least was not offended by it, but his mancave was his and probably told more of his secrets than any other place she had seen so far.
"I think I might know where you are talking about, I was in a band in High School. From what I remember there is a pancake place nearby? It was a godsend when the munchies kicked in." When he was younger Rurik had a near obsession with Death Metal and Dinosaurs. It was that very reason that GigantoRaptor was formed - back in the days when he had purple hair and no tattoos. He stepped down from the band when he decided the Freakshow was where his heart was, but from what he knew the band was still touring in and out of Destiny City,
"A comfort zone? What's that?" He asked with a small suit, his comfort zone was incredibly large. Short of putting him in a suit and shipping him off to some fancy social event it was very rare for him not to feel at ease. He had always floated through life, riding whatever wind blew his way. Maybe he was too laid back, many argued that was the case.
Golden eyes watched Zoe as she moved around the room, examining the props that were scattered throughout. He walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder when he was ready. "I can drive us down. My truck is parked out back."He mentioned, he would not mind hopping into her car if she brought one instead of being dropped off. His gaze went to the equipment that was leaning against the walls, he had noticed she kept looking over at it.
"Ever thought about getting into dancing?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2015 1:37 pm
The hand on her shoulder was what drew her back to reality and away from her study of all the different props and equipment they used. His voice settled on her belatedly and she could only smile, bemused by him. She turned so that she could face him, unperturbed by their proximity or any idea of a personal bubble. "You flatter me, but I can assure you I'm not nearly so graceful as that." She picked up a foot so that she could bring attention to the needle-point heel, then set it back onto the floor with a careful 'click'. "I might be able to wiggle in heels when I'm drunk, but that's not the same thing as making a routine look natural and beautiful." She settled a hand on his chest and gave it a gentle, lingering pat. "I'll just stick with my voice and a guitar." There was a small pause, as if something had only just occurred to her, and she looked back up at him with her hand still against his chest - his heartbeat beneath her fingertips was only mildly distracting. "Do you prefer performers?" It was a blunt question, but one she realized she wanted to know. Apart from the fact that he thought she was pretty and she, admittedly, thought he was handsome, they didn't know much about one another's tastes in the opposite gender at all. She supposed it could have been considered rude, to ask, but that was not normally something she cared about even when the subject of the question wasn't someone that her father had basically given her to. There would be much more awkward, intimate things to be said and shared at some point. "Dancers, acrobats, that type?" Her bright eyes didn't shy away as she spoke, but rather, seemed to be waiting for his golden ones to tell her the answer themselves.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 4:18 pm
He might have tried to defend her grace and talent, told her that it did not have to be something beautiful or even done right. It was meant to be fun and he wanted to know if it was something she thought she would enjoy. If so he would have no qualms with showing her the basics. Heck they might of even been able to bond over it. He intentions were noble.... or so he thought.
Though the costumes would suit her very well and it could not deny the desire to see all her curves wrapped in tight fabric and rubber. He was very human and she was undeniably attractive.
Alas her question not knocked him off his feet, hypothetically of course. Her delicate hand on his chest near paralysed him. His mind went wild as he frantically tried to find his words. She was full of surprises if nothing else. How was he even going to answer that? Was she asking him his kinks so soon? He was lost for words and the shock must have been easy to read on his face. He truly could not tell if she was concerned, disheartened or hitting on him.
And he did not have it in him to tell her that his ex-fiancée had been one.
Where his words failed him his actions took hold and he reverted to physical contact to break down the awkward barrier that he felt hit them. Her rested his hand on hers as it remained on his chest, taking in a deep breathe and letting his torso raise and collapse. Her hands were so soft but he knew from experience her fingertips were probably callus and stiff from guitar practise. His were the same.
Rolling those sharp, golden, cat like eyes of his he moved with the same ease and swiftness he did on stage. Rurik had done intense physical training for most his teenage years and was stronger than he was given credit for, maybe surprisingly so at times. Where Zoe's hand had once been on his chest it was now against the back wall, pulled high above her head to the point of discomfort. She might have even been straining to keep her feet on the ground. She was by no means flimsy, but she was small compared to the lanky man before her, another attribute he owned to his training no doubt.
Rurik had pushed her back, his other hand rested on the wall next to her head as he looked down at her, his body bearing down and making escape near impossible. His eyes were dark with intent. "Oh, Zoe. What kind of people I used to date is completely irrelevant now since clearly none of them have managed to keep my interest. You should be more concerned with making me hungry for you." He whispered, knowing full well that there was nobody else due back into the changing room for some time. They had some privacy.
"я тебя хочу" He stated with a small smirk. "Ya teb-ya kho-chu." He repeated, his mouth moving slowly to wrap around the syllables to make them easier to digest and repeat. He leaned his head forward closer to hers, insinuating his desire for her to repeat him.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 9:50 pm
There was a very brief, tender moment as his hand rested gently over her own. Their eyes met and she felt the way he drew in a breath, felt the slow and calculated rise and fall of his strong chest beneath her hand. It was that same small touch that warned her, seconds before the shift of his golden eyes, a tell-tale ripple of the muscles before he was moved to action. And yet, even that couldn't truly prepare her. She felt the stiffness of the wall meet her back as he pinned her into it and her lips parted, unbidden, to draw a small gasp of surprise. The way he had stretched her arm above her head and held it down made her rise up onto the tips of her heeled boots, stretching her body out in an appealing line that made her shirt rise up and reveal a dark, toned midriff. Yet the surprise in her face didn't last very long, not with the darkness that bore down on her. Her pouty lips pursed around a smirk and she leaned her head back, staring up at him as he spoke down to her. "It's my right to know, so I know what makes you tick," she said gently into the air between them, a whisper that blew out on heavy breaths. She could feel the way her heartbeat had quickened in her chest, tapping a drumbeat into the lining of her rib cage. There was no doubt that he could feel it in the pulse at her wrist, but her face was cool, defiant. Yet she too had to draw in a deep, steadying breath as she looked up into his heated eyes. There was no doubt in her, in that moment, that she had begun to pluck at the thread of hunger in him - but he had retaliated too quickly. Her pale-haired Russian, she thought to herself, so full of surprises. She tested the hand that held her wrist, applying what pressure she could with the way her body had been strung up at his whim. She was caught, even without the way he loomed over her. The realization made her smirk widen to match his own. As he spoke, first, the syllables were nothing but dark words to her ears, filled with a tone that matched the way he looked at her, but when he dipped forward he realized there was a want in them - a pushiness. Her gaze lidded beneath his stare and fell to his lips, watching the way the words formed in his mouth as she heard them repeated, slow and careful for her benefit. She knew asking would earn her no answer. With her heart still drumming against her chest and her breath caught in her lungs, she looked back up into his golden eyes. "Ya.. tebya.. kho.. chu." It was hard to sound confident when syllables felt so strange on the tongue and yet, she stared up at him through a rim of dark lashes, unwavering. The hand he hadn't claimed for himself rose and anchored itself in the fabric of his coat - the strain in her calves from the position was all buzzing heat, but she wouldn't ask to be let go, even so.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 2:04 am
She was stretched out infront of him, standing to attention with her eyes focused in on his.
The look on her face was that of shock, the same look she had blessed him with by the car on their first date. Like before it disappeared quickly but it did not please him any less. If nothing else, Zoe was good at composing herself and breaking down that wall, be it for a few seconds, was something that excited him.His eyes dropped down, seeing her shirt rise to reveal the dark skin underneath but he tried not to make it too obvious he was looking. She was breathtaking at times, and this was one of those moments when he realised it.
"I see. Well if me reciting my relationship history would help you with your studies then I will recite it... At other time though, I do not want to focus on anyone else right now. I want to drink, watch some bands and pursue this beautiful woman whose company I have been blessed with." He guessed it was not a too strange of a question, of course his potential wife was going to want to know everything about him. But surely before they knew about each others pasts, before they went into all the dirty details and struggles, it was for the best to get to know who they were now. If they skipped that, well, they were going to miss out all the excitement and fun.
He could feel her heart beating and hear the discrepancies in her breathing, she might have tried her best to keep a straight face, but her body was giving away the tell tale sighs. She was enjoying this, she might not admit it but in her own odd way she was, her reaction was not that of fear and for that reason alone he pushed on. Maybe he had retaliated a little too soon, shown her his passions before it was appropriate. His face softened as she repeated the words back to him.
"Good Girl Zoe, remember that sentence okay." He smiled. She was a smart girl, he was sure she could remember five syllables, no matter how strange and alien they might seem to her. Vocalists tended to remember words better than most, he was sure because he saw them as a pattern, as a rhythm more than just noise.
She grabbed hold of him, and as she did his other arm moved down, wrapping itself around her exposed waist, resting it on warm skin. He had to admit, the touch must have made some kind of flush appear across his nose, more noticeable on people as pale as him despite the layer of almost white foundation covering his face. He held her tight and then flexed the muscles in his arm to raise her upwards. He pushed his knee against the wall between her legs to stabilise her. Her outstretched arm now bent slightly and the burning in her legs released.
If nothing else, at least now they were at eye level, she might have even been able to look down at him, His coat rose with the movement as it was taken with her hand creating creases and strain on the fabric. He pushed himself against her so she did not slip or fall, and held her firm and stable.
"So, imagine that as the opposite of a safe-word. This will be the last time I make these kind of advances on you until I hear those words again. I will write it down for you if you want it...
... If you are too shocked to speak, I will take a kiss as a yes. As always." He was being playful, there last meeting had been so serious. He thought that they deserved this closeness if nothing else.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 10:50 am
Good Girl Zoe. She felt herself bristle at the words, but he was moving too quickly for her to say anything, to look like anything but what she was - his captive. Her weight was lifted so easily from the floor that it sent chills the entire length of her spine. She had known he was agile and strong, she had seen the way his body moved and his muscles rippled when he performed, but there was a difference between knowing strength and having it used against one's self. A small gasp caught in her throat as he shifted her up, before she stifled it and tightened her thighs around his knee where it was pressed between them. It was a stabilizing move on her part, pure instinctual reaction when the heels of her feet dangled so far above the floor. The rational part of her mind knew she didn't need it, not with the way his warm arm had tightened around her waist, snaked through the dip in her back, and the rest of his body pressed her shoulders into the wall. She was secure - trapped, completely, but secure. When her eyes settled on his again, there was a soft flush stretched across her own cheeks - faint but noticeable at their proximity. Yet the bright eyes that found his were all fire, staring just slightly down at him from her new position. First impressions were often wrong - and she had never been more glad than in that moment. "So those words earn me this reaction?" Her voice was low, spoken just for him, into the fraction of space that separated them. "Every time?" The corners of her lips curled up into a faint smirk, though it was hard to maintain with the way her breathing had become so deep and punctuated. If he had wanted her to lose her composure, he had managed, though she fought so hard to keep what little she had left. The hand he had trapped curled down into the tips of his fingers while the other released his coat and snaked slowly up his strong side, feeling the tense muscles there and how he used them to keep her elevated. It finally came to rest around his back, with her fingers curled over the arc of his shoulder blade, anchoring herself against him as surely as he did with his own weight. She wasn't fighting to get away from him - that much was clear. "I'm not too shocked," though she was nearly breathless, for all that she was trying to control her breathing, "but if this is the last time until I cave.. it would be a shame to waste it." There wasn't much space left to close between them, it took little more than a dip of her head to catch his lips. When she did, she felt that same thrill run through her, a shiver down her spine that made her fight not to arc into him. Her eyes lidded immediately as she pressed her full lips into his, parting against them just so and giving him back every ounce of passion he had just ignited.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 11:42 am
"Every time." He repeated and nodded his head as she spoke to him. If she actually knew what she was saying, she would know why no man would be able to resist those words.
He smirked, so she was not so shocked that words failed to escape her, disappointment hit him slightly as his second attempt to steal a kiss had failed twice. He had been right about her, she was feisty even when at a disadvantage. However his attempt was not without some success; if he had learned nothing else from this risky stunt it was that Zoe was able to give up control and allow herself to become lost in the moment, to some off extent she might even enjoy it. She had been so controlled for so long, it made him happy to know she could trust him with it for at least a little while.
"but if this is the last time until I cave.. it would be a shame to waste it."
He looked puzzled as she spoke, that was not the reaction he had been expecting, her face moved closer to his and a noticeable knot formed in his stomach. It was almost enough to send him over the edge, say ******** it to going out and instead lock them in the dressing room for the rest of the night. He was sure that is would not be the first time someone used the space for such activities, even though nobody would admit to it.
He closed his eyes and returned her kiss, his grip on her entwined fingers tightening as he leaned forward and closed whatever space remained between them. He parted his lips and allowed her tongue to find his, the metal in his face and inside his mouth pressed against flesh and skin. For a moment he was lost and the kiss probably went on for longer than the girl expected due to his reluctance to back off. She was right, this was their last chance for a while and he was going to milk every moment. On pulling away he took her lower lip in his mouth and bit it gently, a playful twinkle returning to his gaze.
She was so warm and he could feel her heartbeat in his chest as their torsos pressed together. Being this close to someone again, it was nice. But he was not quite sure he was not going to cave before her, maybe it was him that needed one of those magical passwords that opened doors to affection.
He pulled his face back from hers and let her slowly slip down the wall, until she was again stood on her feet. The white haired man smiled down at her, releasing her hand but leaning down so he could kiss the fold between her neck and her shoulder, whispering in her ear.
"Let's get going, or we are not going to make it out the door."
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 12:28 pm
The return of his kiss was as enthralling as she had hoped for - the cold, hard metal was a stark contrast to the warmth of his mouth and the need she drew from him so quickly matched her own - it was a pleasing, small victory. For that brief moment in time, where their lips crushed together, they were in sync. As her tongue dove softly against his own, she teased at the bar she had only seem glimmers of so far, satisfying her curiosity. There was a practiced ease in the way she pulled at it, playful, knowing. It definitely wasn't the first time she had tangoed with one. When they parted, she was breathless, and the n** of her lower lip made her smile. It was worth it, a perfect first kiss full of wanting, just enough to satisfy her curiosity. For the moment. Too soon, she found her feet on the floor, and her hands gripped him hard until she was sure that she was balanced. Then slowly, the arm around his back unwound and she let him go, leaning into the soft kiss he pressed into the curve of her neck. It was light and teasing, but the combination of his soft lips and the whisper felt like electricity. She could have sighed over her luck just then - he had no right to be so handsome and enthralling at the same time. It had been so, so long since she had been at such at such a big disadvantage in a game of cat and mouse. It was an alluring challenge, though. She leaned back into the wall for just a moment, looking up at him again now that he wasn't holding her up with those strong arms. When her eyes locked with his again, they were smoldering, two bright, fiery pink orbs set into the backdrop of her thick liner. Now she did seem speechless, just for the moment, but her eyes said everything - she didn't trust whatever words were sitting on her tongue. The only thing she managed was a playful, knowing smile. Without being able to answer his tease verbally, she turned for the door, finding the balance at her core only when she didn't have to look up at his smug face. Smug, handsome face, she amended. When her fingers finally closed around the door handle and she pulled it open, she had gathered enough of herself to look back at him. "Come on, then, Ryan. Let's go get our night started, hm?" By now she knew how to navigate at least this part of the club - she could find her way in and out. The skirt shifted a little as she walked, swaying above the expanse of skin she showed between the hem and her knee socks. It was meant to be distracting, though now she wondered to herself if it was even a necessary detail. The power was in her words, now. As she pushed open the door to the exit, she drew a deep breath of the chilly twilight air to steady herself, then turned to look at him. "Which one is yours?" She knew the way to the parking lot, but not where to go from there. 'Truck' was a very limited description.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 12:52 pm
Ryan followed the redhead out of the dressing room, watching her admirably as she navigating the corridors of the club. She almost seemed to be settling in and finding familiarity in it, which was great. After all she was going to be here a lot if everything went to plan His eyes followed the rim of her skirt as she bounced ahead, the folds dancing from side to side as she moved. He was entranced and it was not until the cold air of outside hit him that he snapped back to reality. He let out an audible shiver, winter had well and truly come.
He raised his keys in the air and pressed down, the lights on a black pick-up flashed from one end of the carpark as the notable sound of unlocking occurred alongside it. It was not an expensive car, infact it looked rather banged up, but it was his and he loved it - imperfections and all. He nudged his head in its direction before he started walking over, standing next to the girl with contentment in his face. Without looking his hand searched for hers, and then their fingers were entwined once more.
"Hey Zoe, next time I think I want to come visit you at your place. If that is okay." He stated out of the blue, he was sure she had got the chance to get to know him a lot through the things scattered around the club and his curiosity was peaked. He wanted to see how she lived and maybe start getting to know about her life a little more.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 1:23 pm
The head of orange curls whipped around at the sound of the barely audible lock, catching sight of the pick-up just as the last of the flashing headlights died off. It fit him, she thought. A little rough around the edges but still impressive in its own right. Trucks weren't as common inside city limits, either, and she wasn't at all surprised by his need to stand out a little. She fell into step beside him without a word, though her eyes shifted to stare at their hands as he caught hers. His fingers were warm in contrast to the chill around them and somehow, just that small touch felt extremely intimate. It wasn't a hungry kiss, or a game, just a connection between them. As she pulled her eyes away, her fingers flexed and tightened. The little things were going to be harder to get accustomed to - sweet nothings were not her forte, though she didn't mind the small claim their intertwined fingers spoke of. It was simply new. "My place?" She raised a brow as she looked up at him, amused. A shrug rolled her shoulders and she angled into him a bit more so his arm brushed her shoulder. The club would be hot, she knew, but she had exposed a lot of skin to the cold. "I guess that's okay. You have to meet them all eventually, anyway. Just.." she paused and pursed her lips, trying to imagine the kindest way to say it, "don't be upset if my mom tries to rip you to pieces? She does that."
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 2:10 pm
The night went by in a flash. They saw some bands, Zoe had a few drinks and to finish it off they stopped at that pancake place he had mentioned earlier, to his surprise the waitress still recognised him and to his delight the one on duty that night was not the one he brought back to his apartment. Disaster averted the two decided to wrap the night up and head back home, they had gone out pretty early so it was only just past midnight when they got to the truck.
Ryan had suggested he drive Zoe back to her house, her parents would be asleep and she could sneak out without anyone knowing he was even there. He did not like the idea of her getting a taxi back alone when he had the means to take her and for that reason he had stayed away from alcohol. That to him was pretty shocking but it did not dull his enjoyment of the night. The two had danced and smoked with some bands; Zoe had been sitting on his lap, holding his hand and even though their contact was very innocent it was nice. Some might go as far to say as they looked like a couple, despite the fact he did not know if she counted them as such, heck he did not even know if he thought of Zoe as a girlfriend yet.
He followed her directions as she pointed them out, his car did not have the navigational system that was found in his uncles had. "So, can I just pull in up here?" He asked as he turned into the driveway that she pointed to. He was paying extra attention to the roads so he would be able to find his way back, he would never admit how lost he actually was.
This was not a part of time that he visited often. Heck he was pretty sure it was his first time ever. He followed the drive to the front of the building, parking up just outside before he turned to take a proper look at her home.
"Sure you don't want to just sneak me in? The night is still young and I am sure we can find a place to hide the truck."
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