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| Sophia Lancaster | Apr 12 2012, 04:51 PM Post #1 |
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The beat of the music was the only sound in the world that Sophia was interested in at the present moment. The rhythmic sound guided her movements as she pressed against the tall dark haired man behind her. His hands slid over her slender frame with a freedom that Sophia granted to very few people. Maybe it was the heat of the bodies pressed together in the large dance space or maybe it was the few glasses of firewhiskey she’d had before stepping onto the dance floor. Whatever it was, Sophia was moving with freedom that was catching the attention of most of the males in the bar. As the man behind her became bolder, his rough hands creasing the topaz silk of her very short dress. Sophia gave him a not so gentle shove and moved on to the man to his left. She leaned back against him and shimmied against him in a way that caused a stifled groan from him. Sophia’s lips curved up seductively as she turned toward him and pulled him down so she whisper in his ear. “Hands off, cowboy, or I move on.” Her own hand slid down over his broad shoulders to rake down his firm chest. She slid her body against his as her teeth nipped at his earlobe. Letting the music be her guide, Sophia slithered around the man’s tense frame. Her hands exploring the broad shoulders and muscular back until her finger moved up to tangle in the disheveled blond hair. Then with a rough tug, she pulled his head back ever so slightly to let her warm breath caress his ear once more. “Buy me a drink?” She released him and headed off the dance floor toward the bar without waiting to see if he agreed. It wasn’t a question. Of course, he’d buy her a drink and follow her around until she tired of him. She caught sight of Cadence, the bartender. The brunette was already shaking her head disapprovingly as Sophia came to stand before her. The woman was a few years older than most in the bar, and far too straight-laced in Sophia’s opinion. How such a judgmental woman came to work for a man like Dylan Reilly was a mystery. “You might want to be careful out there. Your bodyguard isn’t here to help you out tonight.” Cadence cautioned as she set Sophia’s usual glass of wine in front of her, referring to Gabe’s noted absence. “Nor do I need him.” Sophia replied dryly. “I’m more than capable of handling a few horny men on my own.” Her lips curved up into a wicked smile. “I assume this is on your latest victim’s tab?” Cadence asked. Sophia’s brow narrowed the tiniest bit as though it were the stupidest question she’d ever been asked. “Does it look like I have any place in this outfit to hold a few coins?” She asked. “After that little show on the dance floor, you may just have a few ones tucked in there somewhere.” Cadence muttered and before the redhead could answer, the bartender headed back toward other patrons of the establishment. A smirk lit up her face as Sophia plucked the glass up from the bar and took a slow sip. She was used to women being jealous and angry with her. If Aderyn were here, she’d understand that Sophia was not trolling simply for free drinks (though it was an added perk). Her actions on the dance floor had nothing to do with the men or the alcohol. She was simply enjoying the moment. There was something almost hedonistic about the hot, sweaty bodies writhing to the thumping bass of the music in the dim lights and fog. It was almost overwhelmingly decadent. And Sophia had never been good at denying herself such primal pleasures. She turned her attention just in time to see her last dance partner joining her. Her lips curved up again in a delightfully sinful smile. She hadn’t noticed it on the dance floor but he looked a little like Gabe. His hair a little darker and a bit longer. And he obviously wasn’t as attractive as her friend, yet he had his appeal. “So do you wanna get outta here?” The man’s voice was strained as his hands found her waist and he drew her against him. “Not so fast, poodle. The night has only just begun…” Sophia pushed back against him. Trying to free herself from his grasp. The man was not to be deterred so easily. His pull was relentless and Sophia’s face lit into a seductive smile. She allowed herself to give into the embrace the tiniest bit, if only to stop his pulling at her. Resting one hand on his chest she lifted her eyes up to glance into his. “You know, it’s really a shame, we were having a fun time and you just had to go and spoil it.” “I didn’t spoil anything. You want me. You were all over me on the dance floor.” The man’s voice was little more than a growl as his hands began to roam over her slender figure. “ Pumpkin, I was dancing.” Her gaze hardened and her voice was low and dark when she spoke again.“And if you don’t release me now, your night will end with a rather painful trip to St Mungos. I’ve heard they’ve made remarkable progress with reattaching limbs. I wonder if they’d bother with something so small.” Her free hand had found the wand that she kept strapped to her thigh and was now jabbing it painfully between his legs. This was not the first time a man had gotten handsy with her during a night out. She had no problems protecting herself. Though it did make her miss the company of her friends that much more. Aderyn would have had her back with a lethal wand, Gabe would have torn the man to pieces with his bare hands and Marek would have halted the man with a single deadly glare. “So, if you’d like to see what life has to offer you as a eunuch, then please, continue to paw at me. However, if you’d like to keep your balls attached to your body, let go. Now.” |
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| Lincoln Cole | Apr 14 2012, 01:31 AM Post #2 |
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In retrospect, encouraging the advances of triplets was not in his best interests. Lincoln came to that inevitable conclusion as he sat on his bar stool, sipping languorously on his scotch and watching the catfight obscuring his field of vision. Had the sisters been half-naked and in mud the scene would have peaked his interest. As it were, Lincoln found the whole situation tedious at best. “He looked at me first!” “But he spoke to me first and he said I have the hair of an angel!” Not a line that he would normally use, but in regards to these girls, the cheesier the line, the more they had seemed to respond. Why waste good material on daft bimbos? “You have the hair of a worn-out mop,” the third triplet snorted causing Lincoln to grin into his drink as he lifted it to his lips once more. Triplet number three was his favorite. There was definite sass there and the potential for a decent romp. Unfortunately, he had realized this after meeting numbers one and two. “How dare you!” screeched number two, protectively covering her head with a hand. “My hair is washed on a daily basis, which is more than I can say for—“ “Ladies,” he interrupted the females in a slow drawl, “do be dolls and move your squabbling slightly to the left. You’re blocking my vision.” To his mild surprise, the command worked. As one the sisters took a step to the side, allowing him visual access to the rest of the room. Of course, it didn’t come without a price. “Mark,” triplet number one pouted, coyly sidling up next to him to play with the collar of his black blazer, “Which of us do you think is cuter?” With exaggerated scrutiny, Lincoln regarded each of the girls before catching the hand in a gesture of sincerity, of the one who had spoken. Truthfully it was to keep her from further pawing at him like a needy puppy. “You wound me love,” he told her in an injured voice, scrunching his face into the pained visage of a man who had been asked to do the unthinkable. “To say that one of you is lovelier than another is akin to showing me a field of wildflowers and telling me to choose the most beautiful.” Excuse him. He may have just vomited in his mouth a little. But the flowery comment was received with a general sigh of contentment mixed with a few audible “Aww’s”. A much better outcome then if he had snidely pointed out that they were identical. Though he doubted that two of them would have even understood the insult. “Oh Marky! You’re just so adorable!” number two cried, latching onto his other arm like a leech. Time to move on before he was encumbered with these imbeciles. It was a shame, for the girls were certainly attractive, but even model-like beauty could not outweigh the cons of a frivolous personality. And they called him shallow. “Excuse me girls,” he responded shortly, extricating his limbs with practiced ease, “but it has reached that unfortunate time in which I must bid you farewell.” The protests were instantaneous with triplet one whining shrilly in one ear while two screeched in the other and three crossed her arms in front of an ample bosom and frowned. Lincoln could feel a headache coming on. “But we barely got to know one another,” one was whimpering, sliding a clumsy hand onto his upper thigh. Christ. His patience was already frayed as it was. He decided to skip the pleasantries and the multiple other excuses he had developed over the years and went right for the big guns, especially as a certain head caught his glittering eyes. “My apologies, love,” he told her in a regretful voice, picking up her hand and depositing it back into her lap with a platonic pat, “but you see, my significant other has just entered the room and I really must return to him.” Before this new development could properly register in the three blondes brains, Lincoln was off his seat and strolling casually towards his “lover”. “Significant other!” “Him!” The outraged shrieks sounded from behind him, directing the attention of his curious best mate. Griffin paused for a moment, slowly looking Lincoln up and down with a raised eyebrow, clearly approving of his fire engine red trousers, before crossing to meet him in a space clearly in the triplet’s line of sight. “I have been looking all over for you, dear,” Lincoln cried with joy, throwing his arms about the other man and kissing him soundly, though he drew the line at tongue. After all, Lincoln was strictly a ladies’ man. For his part and after only a split second of stiffening from surprise, Griffin took the action in stride, as Lincoln knew he would, and patted him firmly on the ass. “Oh my dear Eros,” the brunette responded with a theatrical smile, “I apologize for causing you concern. I was having a delightful conversation behind a potted plant and must have accidentally concealed myself from your view. Can you ever forgive me?” Lincoln had to admit, Griffin had the puppy pout down to a precise art. Sometimes he swore his friend could be far too lovable for his own good. “I’m certain we can think of some way for you to make it up to me,” Lincoln suggested slyly, winking as Griffin’s façade cracked to reveal a broad grin. The olive-eyed boy leaned in closer, a furtive look masking his features once again. “I do believe your paramours have accepted your, may I say excellent choice in men?” Lincoln could feel the curve of Griffin’s smile as he added innocently, “Although, if you prefer to continue your charade I feel it is my duty to inform you that I absolutely refuse to be the big spoon. You will wrap me up like a caterpillar in a cocoon, Lincoln Cole, or I will never climb between your sheets again.” Griffin Voss was a godsend. Lincoln always seemed to forget how humorous the other man could be, not to mention how easily he could transform his mood from sour to delighted. Not moments before the blonde had been itching to whip out his wand and curse the first person who glanced at him strangely and now he was struggling to bite back laughter. And enter the game once more. “Caterpillar in a cocoon,” he repeated with an ironic twist of his lips as he pulled away, ruffling Griffin’s hair with rough affection. “I’m sure that could be arranged.” His smirk deepened, revealing a wicked glimmer that promised of a future prank, one that would probably have Griffin rethinking his stance on cocoons. Not that this fazed the other man in any way. In the many years they had known each other, Lincoln had never seen his mate disconcerted. It was a trend that he desperately wanted to break. “Splendid,” Griffin chirped, grinning boyishly in response, “now if you will excuse me, my bedazzled friend, I have just spotted a particularly fetching shrub that I confess I must go conceal myself behind. Toodleoo!” Lincoln watched with faint amusement as his friend toddled off towards Dylan’s office, acquiring a bowler hat and cane from seemingly nowhere, and suddenly affecting a painful limp. After a few moments pause, Lincoln decided he didn’t want to know what the brunette was up to. If it involved Reilly, it certainly wasn’t going to end well anyway. With a slow shake of his head, Lincoln glanced about himself, spotting a petite honey-haired girl who unabashedly stared at him with heat in her golden eyes. Something soft and sinuous twisted across his lips as he sauntered towards her, plucking an unlit cigarette from some drunks fingers and stuffing it behind his ear, while pilfering a wallet from another man’s back pocket, all without missing a beat. After grabbing a few notes from the wallet, he tossed it over his shoulder and back into the mass of writhing bodies that made up what supposedly was a dance floor. It would better be described as a fuck floor if one were to judge by the actions of half its occupants. He was just tucking the money into his own pocket when a flash of crimson caught his eye, drawing his attention and then holding it when he recognized the body beneath the fiery strands. “Pumpkin, I was dancing. And if you don’t release me now, your night will end with a rather painful trip to St. Mungos. I’ve heard they’ve made remarkable progress with reattaching limbs. I wonder if they’d bother with something so small.” This time he did check his stride, sizing the condition of the exchange up in a heartbeat even as a slow, mocking smile crossed his face. Now, Lincoln was most definitely not the protective type. He invested in friends who could take care of their own backs without additional help from him. However, it was also known that he happened to take a perverse pleasure in messing with people’s heads. Especially if they were drunk. Especially if they were male. “So, if you’d like to see what life has to offer you as a eunuch, then please, continue to paw at me. However, if you’d like to keep your balls attached to your body, let go. Now.” Lincoln let out a barking laugh, one so full of scorn that even someone as drunk as this man would have recognized its disdainful tone. Indeed, it took but a minute for him to whip his head around, face darkening with self-righteous anger. “You laughin’ at me?” he blubbered, squinting at Lincoln as if the sun were blocking out his features. A valiant effort was put into not rolling his eyes as he walked over to the pair, pointedly casting a glance down at the wand Sophia held between the man’s legs before raising an eyebrow at the young girl. “Laughing at you my friend?” he blinked, forcing his face into a mask of amiable confusion, “Dear Merlin no, my good sir, I was merely laughing in appreciation of your talent.” The words were so sincerely spoken that the drunk could only gawk, uncertain as to whether he should be flattered or outraged. Comically, he settled for something in between. “You see, my fine fellow,” Lincoln continued providing him no time to counter and slinging an arm about the man’s shoulders to subtly draw him away from Sophia’s deadly wand, “I, as many others no doubt, could have sworn you wanted to steal this feisty young woman away into the night to pursue more, shall we say passionate adventures?” The bewildered man nodded absently in agreement as Lincoln talked, unaware that the fair-haired man had removed his arm and was now positioned between him and Sophia. “But alas, you trickster you had me just as fooled as everyone!” The man peered with increasing perplexity, struggling to keep track of the conversation. “It is clear as day to me now that you were trying to rid yourself of this gorgeous spitfire with admittedly less conventional, but successful methods all the same. Well done my man.” He slapped the man a hard blow on the back masked as a friendly pat. “Truly, the boys and I decided that you must impart such admirable skill to us lesser men who can only but run when faced with such desirable women,” Lincoln continued, leading the drunk away towards a group of rowdy men who were presumably Lincoln’s mates. “Please, share your infinite wisdom with the rest of us so that we can all avoid getting laid tonight.” With a soft push, he sent the drunk tottering towards the other men with a glowing expression and a sudden need to share his newly believed intelligence. Lincoln returned to the freckled girl’s side instead. “My my, Sophia,” he tsked, an impish gleam sparkling from his cobalt stare, “your milkshake really does bring all the boys to the yard.” Grabbing a lighter from his pocket, he threw the arm around Sophia’s shoulders, maneuvering his hand back around to light the stolen cigarette previously stuck behind his ear. As he blew a stream of smoke from between his lips he spoke roguishly, “What will you give me if it takes him longer than fifteen minutes to realize I just insulted his masculinity?” |
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| Sophia Lancaster | Jun 10 2012, 12:03 AM Post #3 |
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Before the dimwitted fool in front of her could answer, a rough laugh interrupted them. She didn’t need to seek out the source, she knew from the pure delight in the chuckle that it could only be one person. Lincoln Cole. If she were the type of person who believed in soul mates, Lincoln Cole would be hers. Without a doubt. There were very few people on the planet that Sophia felt completely at ease with. Aderyn, Marek and Gabe were obviously top of that list but they were followed closely by the handsome rogue who was now strolling up to them with a amiable grin on his face. He was her male counterpart. Devilishly handsome, wickedly clever, undeniably charming and as devious as the day is long. The perfect man, really. “You laughin’ at me?” Sophia’s over enthusiastic suitor mumbled. She cast a scrutinizing look at the confused fellow. He was easy on the eyes but clearly he wasn’t the brightest bulb in the bunch. “Laughing at you my friend?” Lincoln’s face was mask of earnestness. It was enough to cause a truly bewildered expression to appear on the man’s face. “Dear Merlin no, my good sir, I was merely laughing in appreciation of your talent. You see, my fine fellow,” Lincoln continued as he slipped a casual arm around the bloke’s shoulders. His smooth movements pulled the man away from Sophia and her carefully aimed wand. If it were anyone else, she’d be furious but she just couldn’t bring herself to be angry with Lincoln. “I, as many others no doubt, could have sworn you wanted to steal this feisty young woman away into the night to pursue more, shall we say passionate adventures? But alas, you trickster you had me just as fooled as everyone!” The conversation was obviously well beyond his comprehension but wisely the chap decided that he’d lay claim to the silence for a few more moments in hopes that Lincoln would clear things up for him. That was not Lincoln’s style, Sophia couldn’t help but smirk at the situation unfolding. “It is clear as day to me now that you were trying to rid yourself of this gorgeous spitfire with admittedly less conventional, but successful methods all the same. Well done my man.” He clapped a hard hand on the man’s back before continuing. “Truly, the boys and I decided that you must impart such admirable skill to us lesser men who can only but run when faced with such desirable women. Please, share your infinite wisdom with the rest of us so that we can all avoid getting laid tonight.” With a unparalleled ease, Lincoln led the man over to a group of men and within moments, he was back at Sophia’s side with a charming grin and a devilish gleam in his eyes. “My my, Sophia, your milkshake really does bring all the boys to the yard.” His teasing tone was enough to earn a coy grin from Sophia as he slung an arm around her shoulders. Pulling a lighter from his pocket, he produced a cigarette from behind his ear and light it up. The golden light lit up his features. The flame reflected in his crystal blue eyes and perfectly cultivated scruff. The even covering of whiskers only added to his allure. A lock of blonde hair that was just a bit too long fell forward to brush against his forehead. Sophia could appreciate the man’s obvious charms, but it didn’t mean she would be one to fall for them. She was wise to his charming ways. Hell, she’d been using her own gifts of charm since before she could even speak. As he blew a stream of smoke from between his lips he spoke roguishly, “What will you give me if it takes him longer than fifteen minutes to realize I just insulted his masculinity?” “Absolutely nothing, buttercup.” She looked back at the confused guy they’d left behind before looking back at Lincoln. A smile lit her face as she lifted a hand to tangle her fingers with his. “I’d wager that delightful little bloke won’t ever really figure that out. He didn’t seem all that bright.” “Marky, “ A sickly saccharine voice interrupted Sophia. She turned to find the person responsible. A trio of sisters stood before them. Identical pouts and heavily kohl lined blue eyes stared at Lincoln. The girls were triplets and each one of them was obviously enamoured with the bloke beside her. The sister on the right turned to shoot a deathly glare at Sophia, who in turn smiled sweetly at the girl. The middle sister began to talk as she twirled a strand of bleached blonde hair around her finger. “We thought you were with your boyfriend? Not wasting your time with a red-headed hussy.” Sophia didn’t bother to hide her smirk. A hussy? Well, how delightfully unoriginal. She cast her attention up to the man beside her as she artfully snuggled up against him. Pressing her body firmly against Lincoln’s in a way that caused the other girls to practically snarl at her. For a few seconds, she thought about letting Lincoln twist in the wind a bit but she couldn’t in good conscience do it. He’d just offered her a helping hand, even though she’d had things under control, it had been the thought that counted. And Lincoln would have a story to spin for these girls that would leave them still fawning over him before they could know what happened, but Sophia knew how to handle this situation. “Sweetie?” She piped up with a gentle voice. “I’m not just some ‘red-headed hussy’ that Mark has hooked up with.” Three identical puzzled expressions turned from Lincoln and focused on her. “I’m his loving wife.” She smiled at the girls before looking up at the man beside her. She pulled him down to lay a deep searching kiss on the man. A kiss that would leave little doubt at the intimate nature of their relationship. Slipping her arms around his neck, she ran one hand up into his blonde hair. She could feel Lincoln’s arms wind around her as she molded herself to his lean frame in a way that was almost indecent. Finally, she broke the kiss and spoke to the girls without taking her eyes off Lincoln. Her gaze was filled with amusement that was meant only for him. “I tolerate the boyfriend but I will most certainly not share him with other women. Especially ones with such appalling fashion sense.” She cast a look back at the trio with a disapproving look. “Honestly, with an ass that size why would you ever go for ruffles?” She tutted at them. “There is really no excuse. I mean, you can see how big it makes your sisters look…” “Come, pookie bear,” She cooed up at Lincoln with a bat of her eyelashes. “Let’s go home and you can do naughty, naughty things to me.” |
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