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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 4, 2014 7:14:54 GMT
Lauren Moscow: Instead of being creeped out, Lauren leaned forward across the table, pushing away her half eaten plate so it wouldn't get on her in the process. Her lips became very close to Bastian's and she breathed out a reply, "I don't know if you could ever out sex me." Before he could lean in or away, she slipped off of the table elegantly, plate in hand, and sauntered towards the kitchen with a pleased smirk on her face. She loved toying with people, and now she especially liked toying with a boy like Sebastian Skyes. She washed off her plate in the sink and left it there, returning to the dining room in only a few seconds. Lauren leaned her head against the doorway, letting her hair fall messily into her face a bit as she bit her lip at him. "How about that movie? Unless you were thinking of desert..." she grinned. Not everything she says was sexual, but most of the time it came off that way.
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Post by shades on Jan 4, 2014 7:29:36 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; In that moment and the mention of dessert, Bastian Skyes groaned. “Dessert! I forgot dessert! How do I forget things like chocolate, or cookies, or something.” Maybe it was his mind trying to get rid of Lauren’s closeness a few seconds before, alright, he truly was traumatized he forgot dessert. Being romantic and shit, he had to make it perfect; and though Bastian couldn’t bake worth crap, he could have got brownie mix or something.
Standing up and following Lauren, his own empty plate being set in the sink with a mumble about doing dishes later or tomorrow; Bastian had no idea what his agenda would ensue tonight. Lauren was a wild card, to say the least; appreciative of the ‘casual and hang out’ approach. But like Bastian, wasn’t afraid of breaking the clothing boundaries in one date night.
He glanced at his watch, noting they had spent a good half-an-hour to forty-five minutes with dinner, nearing the 8 o’clock mark. “Let’s see,” Bastian opened the fridge and freezer, glancing back at Lauren. “We have—uh…left over ice cream, I know there are store bought cookies in the cupboard, and maybe some chocolate syrup left and chocolate chips…” He quickly announced, closing the door.
“Or popcorn and a movie I can deal with too.” He ran an uncomfortable hand through his soft, fluffed hair; leaning on the counter, playing with the hidden glasses lightly to keep himself from chewing his nails in front of his guest. If he could vainly look in a mirror, he'd probably have a flustered look on his face, which he would say was fucking adorable but unusually scary as hell. Bastian was steel and yet here his wall was breaking because he can't keep his head straight for one night.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 4, 2014 7:33:35 GMT
Lauren Moscow Lauren grinned. "Mmm. Chocolate syrup," she laughed and stepped around him to head to the living room. "But I think I'll stick with a movie and no popcorn. Not very good for the thighs," she joked and shimmied her ass through and around furniture to get to a couch. She sat down with her legs propped up under her and waggled her fingers in his direction. "You comin'?"
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Post by shades on Jan 4, 2014 7:44:57 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Bastian shrugged, “yes ma’am,” following Lauren to the couch; he moved past it to the DVD player. Picking up a random action movie from his shelf of satisfying explosive movies, Captain America: The First Avenger, Bastian popped it in and grabbed the remote. Flopping onto the couch besides his date and hitting play, until the previews started rolling. His arm casually rested on the back of the couch behind Lauren Moscow. Hitting buttons to speed up the previews, because fuck they are boring; until he finally came upon the menu and the movie began in the dramatic usual way.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 4, 2014 7:53:39 GMT
Lauren Moscow Lauren felt his fingers tickle some of the hairs on the back of her head and the feeling shot goosebumps all over her skin. It shocked her slightly, realizing that he had so much power of her just by a faint and barely noticeably touch. Her heart raced at the thought of his actually touching her, and she found herself biting her lip. Trying to cover it up, she watched movie and sat a few inches from Bastian. Making the first move, if the boy didn't do it, would come half way through the movie she predicted. That was when she'd give up and snuggle up if the guy just sat there uncomofrtably. She was still tentative with it all because it was still casual and not sexual, yet; she had to keep reminding herself that. Her brain was wired for the latter, but she had faith that she could pull through and actually be civilized for once.
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Post by shades on Jan 4, 2014 8:00:29 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; There was a moment halfway into the movie, where Steve Rogers (AKA Captain America) mistook sex for the word ‘fondue’; which made Bastian snort slightly. His arm slipping down onto Lauren’s shoulder casually, his thumb rubbing light circles on her arm. Yeah, Bastian was a fucking cuddle-bug when he wanted. Whether it was sexual or not, he didn’t mind a good cuddle.
“Fondue, definitely will start calling it that. Makes it much easier to ask a girl in public.” He commented idly, Bastian’s pale green eyes flicking over to the girl with a slight smirk.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 4, 2014 8:04:22 GMT
Lauren Moscow: Lauren's body erupted with fire at his touch, but she didn't shy away. She leaned into him more, scooting herself closer, and rest her head on his chest. "It's a lot sexier than the real word," she smiled and watched movie, but barely paid attention because the feel of Bastian under her touch now made her want to shiver. She resisted the urge and sighed happily. She couldn't remember the last time she'd cuddled with someone - maybe her dad a long time ago before her parents were divorced. Lauren liked the feeling of body to body contact with the sexualness of it, but also craved that like food, which she did a lot. Her palm rested on his peck gingerly and her fingers sprawled out nicely to a relaxed extent. She breathed out again. "This is nice."
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Post by shades on Jan 4, 2014 8:11:19 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; “Definitely classier.” Bastian agreed, looking down at the girl with a curious gaze. His mind reeling in ways to respond, the movie or the cuddling? Okay, he wasn’t that stupid, he knew what she meant. And honestly, with her this close he didn’t think he could focus on the movie. Even if Captain America was fighting bad guys and promising his love interest a dance that would never come.
He blinked his pales eyes, moving his hand so it gingerly moved through Lauren’s curls. “Mhm, yeah, I like this. we’ll have to do this again sometime.” Bastian offered before realizing it. Of course, most times it’s usually once or twice, friends with benefits, call him up if they get the urge. Never a long-lasting relationship, or at least it’s been a few months.
Bastian had no idea where that came from, blurting out that he wanted another date with a girl, that so far hasn’t ended in sex or a kiss. Which really shocked him, because well, they’re sluts and whores and that’s usually what happens, right? Well, no, but it still shocked him, internally. His face remained with a ever-so-small smile.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 4, 2014 18:23:57 GMT
Lauren Moscow: Lauren was also slightly shocked. For the first time in a long time, her encounter with a guy hadn't gone sexual she was actually having...fun. But for Bastian to bring up another date soon, it made her giddy with excitement. She couldn't wipe the smile off her face as she breathed in the smell of him. The feel of him running his hands through her hair made her relax even more and she loved it. Definitely found her knew favorite thing. Lauren lifted her head up to look at him, her hair a bit messy in her face but she didn't mind. Her smile was worth a million bucks. "Yeah," she bit her lip. "I'd like that."
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Post by shades on Jan 4, 2014 18:53:02 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Bastian for once felt a non-sexual attraction to a woman, and more of a—love and shit attraction. Like he just wanted to fall asleep with her pressed up against his chest with the warmth seeping through their clothing. Letting his sleepy gaze fall on the young woman, pale green eyes blinking once, twice, and then three times as Lauren looked up at him. Her pink lips, plush, soft looking; he couldn’t help put press his own against hers quietly, though it didn’t last long. Once his eyes closed, they began to drop, and his mind began to meld into the land of dreams so Bastian nodded his head lightly to keep himself awake, once again blinking his green eyes open. “Sorry,” he murmured sleepily, though not-really-sorry; a small smile on his face.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 4, 2014 19:03:07 GMT
Lauren Moscow Lauren grinned at him, seeing the sleep in his face and loving the way his lips felt against hers. "Mmm," she moaned a bit, pressing her own lips to his and then burying herself back into his chest to watch the end of the movie. She herself wasn't horribly tired, too school-girl giddy but she liked the feel of Bastian's shallow breathing and groggy features. It made her relax against him and sigh happily once more.
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Post by shades on Jan 4, 2014 19:11:50 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; He had to shake himself a moment or two, realizing the credits were rolling. Stifling a yawn, and failing to do so, he reluctantly detached himself from Lauren, standing up to move to the DVD player. “We can watch another one if you want.” And fall asleep to it, on the couch, cuddling, because that’s secretly what Bastian was planning on doing. Or his bed. Or a guest bed. He’ll take anywhere warm, damn it.
Bastian lethargic hands began fumbling through the DVDs on the shelf, blinking beadily at the titles. It was only 9-something-damn-it. Then again, Bastian could sleep all day if he wanted too—it wasn’t the hardest feat in the world. “Let’s see…” He muttered, popping in some Disney movie, Up, because he personally can’t remember seeing it; slowly moving to flop back onto the couch next to Lauren.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 4, 2014 19:19:32 GMT
Lauren Moscow Lauren felt the absence of his warmth like a smack to the face, sitting up to watch him change the movie. Picking UP made her grin as he walked back towards her, back towards their shared warmth. "I love this movie," she commented, taking up her same position shed been in before. Her ear slanted just so that she could hear the faint beat of his heart under his shirt. Her hand moved down to his abdomen and laid there as her eyes scanned over the tv. For once in her life, she felt almost completely...happy. Bastian was warm and sexy and not the kind you only saw in bed. Lauren knew he probably was there too, but right now he was handsome just in the way he was treating her and she really liked it. A serious relationship was possibly brewing. And she was excited.
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Post by shades on Jan 4, 2014 19:25:59 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; His arm returned around her, often times moving and alternating between her hair and making small circles in her back. Bastian’s temple pressed against her head, smiling, “good good. I don’t remember seeing it.” But Bastian Skyes would have to watch UP later, because half-way through the movie his breathing would level out and he’d be asleep. Lips lightly open as hot hair breathed in-and-out, green eyes pressed closed, nose buried in the scent of Lauren’s hair; his grip lax but tight, his posture sinking like it wanted to lay down fully on the couch. He’d probably have a cramp in the morning, but that wouldn’t be the first thing on his mind.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Jan 4, 2014 19:43:16 GMT
Lauren Moscow Lauren had almost fallen asleep and woke up from her daze at the end of the movie. Bastian was out; snoring softly. Not wanting to wake him, she pushed off of him lightly and tiptoed as quietly as possible towards her purse and shoes. Her eyes flickered over his sleeping form, smiling slightly, and then she turned out the remaining lights before leaving his house altogether. Before she'd left, she scribbled a small note on a pice of paper for him to find when he got up. I didn't skip out on you, but I didn't want to wake you up. Sleep well ~ Then she dashed off towards her car, started the engine, and slowly crept along his street towards her own house.
(le-skip if we need to)
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