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Post by shades on Feb 13, 2014 22:35:38 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; His hair was neat, only lightly ruffled, and mainly moved off to the side. He was wearing black and white, holding in his palm the corsage that matched Lauren’s dress; according to the color that was sent to him. Green eyes glanced in the mirror of the car, making sure for one last time everything was perfect; his tongue grazed over his teeth and finally Bastian Skyes exited the car and walked up to the door. He tugged on the tie lightly, keys jingling in his pocket; eyes gazing down at the dress shoes he was wearing, and his belt which was firmly holding his dad’s pants in place.
Knocking once, Bastian smiled lightly as someone’s presence grazed past the window, waiting as someone opened the door and ushered him in. “Lauren is still upstairs.” Someone spoke, making his eyes glance around and then to the awaiting bannister for the girl he was dating. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 13, 2014 22:48:34 GMT
Lauren Moscow: Lauren stood at the top of the stair, which wasn't visible from the front foyer of her parents house. Her mother had passed her with a slap on the butt, winking, before rushing down the stairs to get her camera ready. Nerves were sensitive as Lauren felt her heart flutter. This was stupid. She shouldn't be nervous. She was Lauren Moscow. And he was Bastian Skyes. Two sluts who didn't have a care in the world. And yet, Lauren was super nervous.
The chatter at the bottom of the stairs ended and Lauren lifted her head up, smoothing down her dress. With a grip on the railing, she began to decend down the stairs, one heel at a time, and towards her date for the night. When she looked up with blue eyes to see him, she felt a tickle in her gut. He looked handsome, all dressed up like that. His smile also made her heart flutter and she ended up having to pick up the front of her dress in order to refrain from tripping down the rest of the flight. Once she was on the bottom stair, she looked up at Bastian one last time and this time with a large smile.
Miranda was blubbering and taking pictures while Charles was standing next to her, arms crossed, approvingly.
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Post by shades on Feb 13, 2014 23:03:34 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Personally, Bastian could kiss her right then and there; she looked beautiful, and he had to express that, mouth opening and closing once or twice then “you’re gorgeous.” Glancing around, before finally realizing he had the corsage and opened the box up to slip it on her wrist. Smiling brightly, he looked over at the Moscow’s, flushing with embarrassment; he never had to deal with parents much before. But Bastian knew how to put on a show, making it seem like he was generally a good kid. The kid anyone would want their daughter to date; handsome, amazing, good grades, the whole thing.
When the picture posing was all said and done, and Bastian called with a smile, “I’ll have her back safe and sound.” Not noticing his own nervousness and how fast he talked when like so.
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 14, 2014 1:12:01 GMT
Lauren Skye's: Lauren's grin was wide, loving the feel of the corsage on her wrist and Bastian's finger intertwined with hers. As she waved goodbye to her parents, she got into the passenger side of his car and waited for him to enter too, shifting the fabric of her dress to swish over her legs. Underneath her dress was pretty slutty lingerie - though she convinced her mother it was just a slip. Lauren didn't know what was going to happen after the dance, but a smirk played on her lips when she got some ideas. |
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Post by shades on Feb 14, 2014 1:55:16 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Slipping into the driver’s side, his mind reeling with thoughts of prom and Lauren. Giving the blonde girl a smirk as he turned the ignition, backing them out of the driveway to her house. Green eyes glancing at her every so often, lips teasing with the upturned pink plumps with every look.
The hotel was a fair drive away, leaving many kids with no way to get home at the hotel for the night, driving home, or getting their parents to pick them up and drive them back. Bastian himself intended on staying the night, not very sure whether or not he would go to one of the after-parties or not and if he did would he be sober or not.
Personally, being a slutty man-whore, he assumed Lauren would at least spend the night with him. He was going slow with her, and maybe it was because of pity because everyone wanted to sex her up; he didn’t know and it was driving him crazy. Being loyal, he hadn’t slept with a woman since hooking up with her.
When Bastian parked his car and unbuckled, looking over at Lauren; a part of him couldn’t resist. Leaning over towards his date, planting a rough and surprise kiss to her lips; feeling her lip stick rub off lightly and onto his own. Even though he knew she would have to re-apply it to look her best, he slid his tongue over the strawberry-flavor of the lip gloss and her sensitive skin.
It was only a minute kiss, Bastian pulling away to grab the tickets from the glove compartment. “I’ll give you a minute. I have to let my father know we got here safely.” Bastian smirked, exiting the car. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 14, 2014 2:31:19 GMT
Lauren Skye's: Lauren grinned into the kiss, giggling slightly while her hand rested on his shoulder and tightened around the muscle. The vibration of her laugh tickled his mouth when her tongue also teased him, not caring too much about the make up until he'd sucked it all off. She growled playfully when he pulled away, brushing a loose hair out of her face. When he slipped out of the car, she reapplied her lip gloss and did one final check of her appearance before popping open the door to her side and slipping out into the cold night air. She shivered a bit, moving towards Bastian with a smile and hugging her self. "I forgot to tell you that you looked very handsome," she slid her fingers over the collar of his tux, fixing his tie, and patted the area of his pecks (this would become a habit of her whenever he dressed up aka when he had his ceremony ). Lauren pressed forward and kissed his lips slightly, then her shoulders shivered a bit as goosebumps littered her skin. She didn't know if they were from the cold or her excitement over Bastian and the dance. |
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Post by shades on Feb 14, 2014 2:45:53 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Winking slyly, with a coy smile on his features; Bastian’s arm slid around her shoulders warmly as he led Lauren inside. Handing the tickets off, green eyes looking around the hotel and noting, “very nice hotel.” His voice slightly suggestive, but hey, that was just him. Bastian could make anything sound suggestive.
The room had a small beat to the music, sounding quite lovely as the students began to mingle and arrive. Looking around, Bastian knew prom would be amazing; with Lauren by his side, he was going to have fun tonight. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 14, 2014 3:16:11 GMT
Lauren Skye's: Lauren led them to a table, fingers interlaced with Bastian's though his arm was over her shoulder. She set her things down and eyes a nearby teacher before slipping a metal flask from her purse and lifting it up for Bastian to see with mischievous grin. Lauren didn't have to say anything to him, just smiled as the music pounded around them and she took a long swig of the alcohol, then offered it to Bastian. |
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Post by shades on Feb 14, 2014 3:59:06 GMT
Eyes rolling fondly, Bastian took a light swig of the drink; feeling it burn down his throat. Quickly though, he handed it back to Lauren; tugging her hand towards the dance floor with a smile. The song wasn’t slow, nor was it a grind up song; but it was a nice song to dance too together. His body pulling her close as he twisted and turned with the other crowd of couples dancing lightly. Smiling, feeling flushed at their close bodies. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 14, 2014 4:08:03 GMT
Lauren Moscow: Lauren twirled in his arms, then wrapped her arms around his neck and swayed. The alcohol wasn't much, but it too the edge off her thoughts and made we hips rock against Bastian's here and there none chalantly. She would sometimes peck a kiss on his lips and twirl out away from him, curls and dress fanning out before sucking back in as her feet stopped moving. Lauren was enjoying herself, flushed with a bit of heat and sweat from dancing in the crowd and so close to Bastian. Her hands cupped the back of his hand lightly, just dancing to the beat. Her blue eyes were wide gazing up at him, the faintest of smiles on her lips. |
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Post by shades on Feb 14, 2014 5:23:40 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Bastian was happy to have Lauren as his date, holding her close; steaming with those moments she teased him with her hips. She knew he was a man-whore, a slut, and all that. Which agonized him and made the hormonal junior want more and to explore what was under the dress finally. They’ve both had sex, Bastian and Lauren alike, but they have never had sex with each other and dating her made him roam with his eyes. Drinking in her appearance until he could let his fingers trail down the back of her dress and tug it off.
Well, being a tender lover on most occasions, Bastian always was a man who waited five seconds for the girl to protest. Then it was free game; with Lauren, he knew her body was open to him instinctively. So when her back was turned to the empty spot on the wall; his hands slid behind the back of her dress and down her waist slowly, seductively, the skirt of her dress forbidding him to go any farther. But that was all the tease the smirking Bastian needed as they danced. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 14, 2014 18:38:04 GMT
Lauren Moscow: Giggling playfully, Lauren caught Bastian's hand and helped it slid tot he crook of her waist slowly over the soft fabric of her dress. "Why don't we get out of here?" she leaned her head back near his ear after a few songs passed. It was late and some people were already starting to leave and no, Lauren did not win Prom Queen. But next year, her senior year, she sure as hell would. (No she wouldn't because she gets prego hehehe)
Taking Bastian off of the dance floor, and back to their table, she picked up all her things and grasped his hand. "So, what do we have planned for tonight?" she raised an eyebrow, biting her lip slightly while letting her purse dangle in the crook of her elbow and her body step a bit closer to Bastian's. She was as horny as ever, yeah, and her body radiated with heat because of it. And the dancing. And the feel of his touch. And the abs she wanted to see below his shirt so fucking badly. And the thought of what might be below those abs... She shuddered a bit thinking about it.
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Post by shades on Feb 14, 2014 22:34:43 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; His eyes roamed to the door, slipping out of her hand with a “be right back.” Bastian went to pick up the overnight bag he had packed. Well, an extra pair of clothes for him; he even packed an old pair of sweats and t-shirt for Lauren if she didn’t want to go home.
Returning to Lauren, he led her towards the elevator. “Well, I did get a room if we got stone cold drunk; which is where I’m dropping this off.” He shouldered the messenger bag a bit on his neck. “Or we could go home.” Bastian shot the girl a look, leading her into the elevator and to the third floor. His mind swirling with emotions, looking on thoughtfully at the door.
At their stop, he walked off and towards their room, 115, pausing at it to wait for Lauren. His shoulder and back leaning against the door, looking thoughtful. Honestly, Bastian Skyes could spend the whole night in the room all night long with Lauren. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 16, 2014 0:42:40 GMT
Lauren Skyes: Lauren scrunched her nose a bit up at him, walking up to lean against the doorway after the ride up the elevator. With sparkling eyes she bit her lip, "I mean, I don't have any plans." She shrugged but there was a slight wiggle to her eyebrows. Her fingers reached for his tie, curling around the knot of it and bringing him down to her roughly, so that their lips just tickled. But she didn't give him a kiss, just bit the bottom lip playfully and lolled her head with a mischievous smirk. "But," she breathed, eyes flicking up to look into his dangerously. "It's really up to you." The sly smile was still there though they were very close in proximity, yet not touching each other other than their breaths.
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Post by shades on Feb 16, 2014 1:08:23 GMT
Bastian Skyes ; ; Being a slut, with a girl suggestively standing in front of him; heating up his abdomen so Bastian took a step closer. His lips twitching into a sly smirk, thankful he had glanced at the placing chart; knowing for a fact they weren’t anyone in the rooms next to them. With a swift movement, his lips pressed to Lauren’s roughly. His one hand trailed down her back and tugging lightly at the strings of the corset, Bastian’s other hand playing with the door knob to their room and opening it up with a shove of their bodies.
Before the door could slam, his hand wiggled to the “Do Not Disturb” sign hanging inside, grabbing it so Bastian could wiggle it around to the other side and grab the key to their room. Just as his hand slipped out between the door and frame, Lauren pressed up to him and his back slammed the door. Bastian dropped the keys so his hand could wrap around her shoulder, her warm puckered lips still pressed to his. Green eyes watching her through his eyelashes, hands trailing.
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