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| Topic Started: Monday, 25. November 2013, 05:15 (2,576 Views) | |
| Toran | Monday, 9. December 2013, 16:59 Post #41 |
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The big man had pulled a muscle shirt on and changed into a clean pair of sweatpants. Walking to his door he opened it and grinned at Lucy. "Come on in. And thanks. Pizza is always welcome." His deep voice rumbles. He was a bit stiff from the 8 rounds his bullet proof vest absorbed, but being a ghoul had it's advantages and one was being more resilient than a normal human. His silver-blue eyes regarded Lucy with a warm glitter. "Did you want to watch a movie to hang out or have an idea for something else?" |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 9. December 2013, 17:05 Post #42 |
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"Well" she grinned offering him the pizza while resting the six Pac against her leg. Seemed tonight's choice of clothing consisted of a pair of well worn, ripped and skin tight jeans to match the untied combat boots and the Clockwork Orange tee that looked as if it was a size of two too large and as such left it hanging off one shoulder exposing a bit of inked skin and a bra strap. At least she'd pulled on a jacket, it was supposedly winter after all and the big fluffy thing did indeed look warm. "Depends on what you feel like" the Swede winked as she stepped past him and into the building. "Either way I figured you might need a little something to recover from your run" hence pizza and beer. "Sooo... Movie and food for starters?" she grinned, turning on one heel to walk backwards while talking to him. |
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| Toran | Monday, 9. December 2013, 17:14 Post #43 |
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His first thought, regarding her, was that he wanted to finish the job of tearing those tight jeans clear off her body. But he repressed that drive as he took the pizza from her and started walking up the stairs, regarding her with hungry silver-blue eyes. "Well, not a bad idea. What kind of movie would you like?" He was trying to be a good boy, not treating her as simply a booty call. The sex drive was... irksome, in that regard, but he was getting a handle on it. Sort of. He set the pizza down on one of the small tables set between the heavy lazyboys in his TV room and slid the wall panel open to reveal the DVD cabinet he had installed. "I've got a decent collection of comedies and action movies. Military sci-fi etc." He had a decent collection of Westerns too, but he didn't know her well enough to know if she was a cowboy fan. He figured he'd give her the chance to look over the titles and make a choice herself. You build a pretty weird collection of films when street crooks drop off the CD's and DVD's from inside the stuff they steal. It was stunning how many "Best of Queen" CD's he'd gotten from the inside of car stereos. He was starting to think any CD left inside a car for more than 2 weeks turned into a Queen CD. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 9. December 2013, 17:24 Post #44 |
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Well, it was Lucy. She provably wouldn't have been offended either way. The pizza and the beer was just her trying to be nice, and heh, in all honesty, her way of trying to keep him from feeling like she was just using him. It wasn't her style to use people she actually liked, and regardless of only having known him a short while, the Brujah found that she cared about him. The six pack, already cold, was placed on the table next to the pizza before the fluffy winter jacket was unceremoniously dumped in one of the lazy boys, and her boots kicked off and left against the wall somewhere out of the way. The reveal their f the DVD collection earned him a grin and an "ooh" before she started browsing. Mm, he had good taste in movies, she'd give him that. Hah, the Good, the Bad and the Ugly! Too bad it was so long... Oh. She snatched a DVD with a grin and offered it over her shoulder with a tilt if her head and a smile. "Die Hard in New York?" |
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| Toran | Monday, 9. December 2013, 17:33 Post #45 |
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"Yippe Kai Yay..." He grinned and kissed the top of her head. He couldn't dislike a lady who picked a movie as classic as Die Hard. He snagged the box and pulled the disk. Walking over to the player he slipped the disk onto the carousel and turned on the TV. Grinning he snagged a beer and a slice of pizza before settling into the largest of the lazyboys. He patted his leg, hoping Lucy would settle in with him. Snuggling during an action movie? The american dream, right there. Hot woman, beer, pizza, explosions and a soft chair. That was pretty much the guarantee of him being a happy man. Besides, Die Hard on an 85" flat screen high def with surround sound speakers? This was going to be a fun evening. Maybe this time they'd actually see the movie. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 9. December 2013, 17:44 Post #46 |
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Hey, maybe they actually would! At least they'd start watching it, that was something. Lucy happily flopped down into the lazyboy next to him, draping her legs over his lap. That way she got to be close but he'd still be able to enjoy the pizza and beer without her being too much in the way. " So... good run?" the Swede asked , snaking one hand in under the fabric of his shirt so she could rest her hand on his stomach, idly brushing her fingertips across his skin. Of course, if he decided he wanted to move her, that wouldn't be very difficult, though she looked pretty comfortable like that as tonight's amber eyes smiled up at him. Hm, maybe she should... No, she'd let him eat a bit first, or the pizza would go cold. Edited by Lucy Fehrer, Monday, 9. December 2013, 17:45.
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| Toran | Monday, 9. December 2013, 17:51 Post #47 |
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The big man chuckled softly. The skin of his stomach and chest slightly inflamed from Mac's gunshots, a faint patina of bruising covering his torso. "It was nice to get out and exercise. Still no word on what my "task" is going to be for Mr. Henderson but I think Sawyer trusts me enough to let me out of the house, which is good. Mac dropped by and expressed her displeasure at my time of insanity when the cancer was causing psychosis. Fortunately I was wearing a bulletproof vest." His deep voice was a dark rumble as he took a bite of the pizza. Sipping the beer he grinned at her, his silver-blue eyes clearly stating he likes her exactly where she is, and her moving hand. He set the beer down on top of the pizza and set his slice next to it. Slipping his free arm around her shoulders and snuggling her tight to him, his fingers brushing her arm softly. He lowered the volume enough that they could hear it and enjoy, but still have a conversation. "Mac has a bit of a volatile personality. She was kind enough to use a small caliber gun. Wanted to teach me how to push the bullet out and heal." |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 9. December 2013, 18:02 Post #48 |
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A small frown eased across her face when she noticed the bruising. Her hand briefly stopped moving, though, seeing as he didn't seem to mind, her fingers soon enough continued that quietly dance across his skin, tracing random patterns with no real purpose other than to satesfy her desire to touch him. "How... nice of her?" Lucy arched an eyebrow, though the smile was slowly creeping back into her voice and expression. "Doesn't look too bad... Mmm, guess I'll have to go easy on you later, huh?" the Swede teased with a lighthearted voice as she leaned into him. "Don't wanna end up damaging you" Lucy craned her neck with a grin, knowing damn well that between the two of them, he was the more dominant one, so, wouldn't be him getting roughed up from play. |
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| Toran | Monday, 9. December 2013, 18:10 Post #49 |
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Toran's caressing hand briefly tightened on her arm, his silver eyes half closing as he regards her. "You're welcome to be as rough as you want babe. I can't say no to anything you'd enjoy doing." It was a dangerous thing to say, but he had to admit, it was true. He was a bit head over heels for the girl. "Can't say I mind a bit of damage, as long as I'll be able to walk away." He responded to her leaning in with a soft kiss, giving her a taste of beer and pizza. He felt bad she couldn't enjoy the pizza with him, but he was touched she'd brought it over. He planned on being patient tonight. Letting them enjoy the movie together. After all, she had picked it out, which implied it was one she liked. But a little making out wouldn't hurt. He would lean over and whisper in her ear. "Though, I have to admit, the torn clothing leads to some pretty fun imagery. Maybe I'll have to ask you to bring some throw away clothes next time." His silver-blue eyed gaze showed his pleasure at the thought of chasing her, tearing her garments free. It was a thrilling idea, one that appeased himself and the dark voice snarling in the back of his mind. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 9. December 2013, 18:25 Post #50 |
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The kias was returned by smiling lips and with a San sigh, because no, a little making out wouldn't hurt. "Occasionally taking control I like, though... I wouldn't want to hurt you, I'm not the type" Lucy admitted, because while she had nothing against rough play, it wasn't really part of her mindset to be the dominant one in such a setting. Probably weird, right? Considering which one of them was the actual predator. And telling her he wouldn't turn down anything she would want to do? That was a Hell of a lot of trust to show someone. Even more so when that someone was a fanged undead belonging to a family with a temper and a passion few could match. It made her smile though, mischievous ly perhaps, as she bit her lip and teased him again. Because teasing was simply too much fun. "As for torn clothing though... Well... They're just clothes. Clothes can be replaced" |
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| Toran | Monday, 9. December 2013, 18:33 Post #51 |
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A hungry smile spreads beneath his black beard and his eyes sparkle. He shakes his back hair back from his face, reminding himself once again that he has to get his hair cut now that it's brushing his shoulders. The muscular man felt a slight shiver pass through his system at that offer and he chuckles softly, a deep dark rumble. "Ah Lucy, you'll drive me mad I swear. However, I'm going to run out of clothing if I keep sending you home with mine to replace the ones I've torn off you." His face betrays that it doesn't necessarily bother him to think about. His eyes half close as he regards the woman snuggled against him. The desire to shred the clothing on her body, pin her to the floor and use her swept through him like like a warm flush. He took a soft deep breath, calming himself. The flush found a specific place to focus, but he managed to keep from suffering an embarrassing bulge with a deep breath and enough relaxation to control his mentality. Her hand brushing across his bruised stomach muscles and chest didn't make that easier. But he was watching her and Argyle crashing a limo at the same time. Only Argyle didn't make him want to shred clothing. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 9. December 2013, 19:49 Post #52 |
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"Mmm, that's too bad" the grinning Swede in his lap chuckled, biting down on her lip as she resisted the urge to keep teasing him despite how much his reactions made her want to keep doing so. If only to see how long it would take her to push enough buttons to make him forget about the whole taking it slow thing and just... act. No, bad Lucy, bad. She stole a light kiss from him instead, although the lingering touch of her hand continued to trace that random pattern across his skin. Her touch slightly cooler, but still with enough warmth to it that she could be mistaken for a mortal. He wouldn't say no... Heh, he was way too tempting with that offer and probably didn't even realize it himself. So while she really was trying to be nice, when he drew his breath like that, the Brujah couldn't resist dragging her nails across his skin slowly before returning to simply touching him and resting her head against his shoulder. "Hope the pizza's okay. I wasn't sure what you like so I just kinda went with something I like" or well, something she had liked. Also, yey for complete change of topic. She didn't actually want to drive him up the wall, she honestly wanted to enjoy her time with him. And despite the fact that she'd been sending him texts and pictures earlier, well, she didn't come there just for that. |
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| Toran | Monday, 9. December 2013, 20:04 Post #53 |
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The big man shivers again and chuckles softly, his eyes half closed. His skin hot to the touch. She was terrible. Such a tease, and him just a man of pure mortal blood and bone. Vulnerable to temptations of the flesh. His hand on her arm tightened almost bruisingly. Another shiver running down his body. "Yes, it's a good pizza. Though, I admit, I like most pizza." 18+
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 9. December 2013, 20:38 Post #54 |
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| Toran | Monday, 9. December 2013, 20:50 Post #55 |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 9. December 2013, 21:21 Post #56 |
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| Toran | Monday, 9. December 2013, 21:31 Post #57 |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 9. December 2013, 22:18 Post #58 |
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| Toran | Monday, 9. December 2013, 22:28 Post #59 |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 9. December 2013, 23:00 Post #60 |
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