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Post by wolf on Dec 31, 2013 21:49:22 GMT
Girl, its good c:
One of his good friends was hosting the kick off party of the year and Ansel had had plans with a girl he had met last week, but bros before hoes- he was going to this party. Not to mention that he absolutely lived for parties. People got high on alcohol and became as reckless and uncaring as himself; nothing warmed his heart more. And then there were girls, lots and lots of girls. Undoubtedly he would snag himself a sexy lady for the night, make her fall for him, and then wouldn't remember her name in the morning. But that would come later, for he wouldn't be weighed down by a chick for the first part of the night. If there was one thing true about Ansel it was that he was a loyal friend to all of the guys and the attractive male knew how to have fun.
Now he pulled his friend into one of those manly slap on the back side hugs, a smirk tugging as his lips. The guy wore a pair of dark blue jeans that seemed to be tailored to his body perfectly, sitting nicely along his muscular legs. On top was a black crew-neck tee that would show a sliver of beautiful abs should he lift his arms a bit too high. Grey eyes were lit with a mischievous glint as he stepped further into the house. Music pounded in his ears and he made his way towards the kitchen, his guys around him and girls already beginning to stare.
It was no secret that Ansel was a player. Not to Ansel, his friends, or any of the girls that sought after him. But the thing was, you could know and his dark looks were just so alluring that suddenly you didn't care. That's how it was for the girls anyway. His guys liked him for his personality which was something that would never be shared with any female.
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Post by Amber on Dec 31, 2013 22:17:56 GMT
Bree paused as people started to make their way close to the kitchen and she quickly backed up, placing herself on the chair she was on only moments before. Her eyes narrowed in interest as Ansel and his friends came waltzing in. She made an effort to overly exaggerate her eye roll and she turned away, swiveling her body to reach for her cup that was resting on the table. She swiveled around to face the young men and her thin eyebrow raised. It was hard to tell if she was silently scorning them, or checking them out. She brought her drink to her lips again before she pulled her arm again. "Hello boys." She drawled, placing her leg over her other one as she raised her other eyebrow. Her eyes seemed to be focused mainly on Ansel, green gaze slowly roving over his body. When she was finished checking him out her lips jutted out on a disapproved frown. She definitely knew this young male, enough to know that he was a player and loved his women. But he was fun to hang out with, if they weren't doing anything serious. She brought her drink back up to her lips without taking her gaze away from him.
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Post by wolf on Jan 2, 2014 1:21:50 GMT
The group of guys had gone up to the kitchen counter, all rummaging around to find drinks- talking loudly and laughing amongst themselves. Ansel wore his signature grin on his lips as he mixed together an alcohol concoction that basically included every drink in sight. The guy barely drank, but the little he did was quite strong. Besides, how could he look like the life of the party without a red solo cup in his hand? His steel eyes were alight with laughter as he was surrounded by his friends, but suddenly a drawling voice cut through the deep masculine tones. Hello boys. Voices died down as the group's attention shifted to the girl sitting upon the stool with her legs crossed. Ansel continued to mix his drink, not looking up. He knew how this went. One by one the guys would be targeted by different girls, their girlfriends or some random chicks, until the each had their entertainment for the night. He had hoped to get some more guy time in, but it seemed as if this girl was focused on one of them already.
Low whistles sounded and his friends elbowed him and shook him, laughing as he raised his cups to his lips. Oh. Ansel knew what that meant; this girl had singled him out. Time to see who it was. The attractive male set his drink down, turning his body towards the girl in the chair as his grey gaze lifted to meet hers. The laughter had left his features and now he merely looked seductive and alluring as he watched her. She raised her drink to her lips and stared at him over the rim of the cup, those green orbs piercing him. Bree. He had seen her around before and she was a friend of his friend who was hosting this party. Now Ansel smirked at the girl. "You were checking me out weren't you?" His voice was low and smooth like velvet and it was clear that he already knew the answer. His friends wouldn't have reacted like that unless the chick had really been tearing into him with those eyes.
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Post by Amber on Jan 2, 2014 1:41:58 GMT
Bree continued to watch Ansel and his friends, though her forest green eyes were obviously resting on his form the longest. She watched as his friends whistled and nudged him, pointing in her direction. Bree had no intentions on taking him away from his friends. At least not yet. She ignored his questioning at first, searching his face with an innocent look. "Oh, I don't think I did. But if I happened to have done so, I finally realize why I did." With this comment out of the way, she checked him out again, gaze trained on his handsome form. "I'm sorry for interrupting your boy time. Guess there'll be no fun tonight." Her bare shoulder rolled in a shrug and she swivel led her curvy frame around so that she was facing the table. "Since you seem too busy." She gave him a genuine smile over her shoulder, pressing her straight teeth together. With a toss of her head, she glanced away.
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Post by wolf on Jan 4, 2014 23:58:55 GMT
A chuckle sounded from Ansel's parted lips, his steel grey eyes watching the girl as she swiveled away from him. Playing hard to get apparently. That was okay- he wasn't one to like a chase but the girl seemed interesting and she was obviously very attractive. His alpha male instincts screamed for him to go after her. Might as well comply. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I can always make time for a beautiful girl." His voice was seductive, low. However, a playful tint threaded through his alluring words.
The male glanced over his shoulder at his friends that were still gathered around, grins on their faces as they watched the too. With the slightest nod of his head, Ansel sent them away. His friends moved out of the kitchen, their loud voices ringing out. Now his pitch black head turned back to the girl whose back was still facing him. A smirk tugging at his lips, he sauntered over to the bar stool until his breath stirred her soft hair. Reaching up, he slowly turned the chair until the girl was facing him once more. "I'm Ansel."
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Post by Amber on Jan 5, 2014 0:37:49 GMT
Bree refused to give Ansel the satisfication of looking back at him. She casually sipped at her drink, swinging her long legs back and forth. She had tilted her head to the side so she could listen to Ansel and the group of guys behind her. She rolled her bare shoulder in a shrug once more, in answer to his first comment. She really hadn't cared if he left for if he approached, because she was sure she would find him later and hang out for a while.
She was one who approached a male, flirted and influenced, and then back off. She wanted the male to approach her and try starting the relationship/socialization. She definitely wasn't a female who 'got around'. She usually saved all the 'intimate stuff' for the relationship. Usually. The muscles on her shoulders started to tense and her figure straightened as she felt the imposing presence vof the male making his way towards her. She could feel his light footsteps advancing and her sides heaved in a sigh. This young male did affect her to some extent, but she refused to let it show. And if it did, she would try even harder to flirt with the male; make him putty in her hands. Her breath hitched in her throat as she was whirled around. She unconsciously gripped onto the edge of her chair to steady herself. Her bottom lip jutted out in a pout as she angled her face towards him. "What was that for, Ansel?" She purred, swiping her tongue slowly over her lips. "And I'm Breanna." Her face brightened in a sly smile.
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Post by Amber on Apr 21, 2014 0:44:37 GMT
//dances//
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Post by wolf on Apr 21, 2014 0:57:05 GMT
*dances with*
replying --
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Post by wolf on Apr 21, 2014 1:04:20 GMT
Her voice was like velvet and the sweet alluring sound immediately invaded his mind and had a seductive smirk tugging at his full lips. So she wanted to play this game with him. Perfect. Grey eyes shot to her plump lower lip as the girl slowly trailed her tongue across the seemingly soft surface. He stared long enough that he knew that she would noticed before dragging his attention back to her shining eyes. "Breanna." Ansel tested her name on his tongue, drawing out the syllables and moving closer to her. The beautiful girl had angled her head closer to him and naturally he responded. The girl was now positioned between his long legs as he stood before her bar stool, grey eyes steely. The handsome male brought his lips to her ear, gently nipping the skin there. "Lick your lips like that again and I'm going to have to kiss you," he warned with a voice low and husky. Feeling bold, Ansel softly pushed her hair away from her shoulder, exposing the sweet skin of her neck. He trailed a few skilled kissed over the surface, his strong hand reaching beneath her head to cup the back of her neck.
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Post by wolf on Apr 21, 2014 1:04:38 GMT
I SUCK AT RPING OH WOW
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Post by Amber on Apr 21, 2014 3:41:52 GMT
Bree's eyebrow slowly raised when she realized his gaze remained on her lips a little too long for a passing glance. Of course, this caused her lips to upturn into a cheeky grin, revealing pearly white teeth. Her grin widened as his gaze flicked back up to meet hers, to repeat her name. With a quick waggle of her eyebrows she tried influencing him to come closer, head tilting to the side slightly. The female's body positively reacted when he finally invaded her personal space and hovered over her, stiffening and shifting towards him when his mouth reached her ear. Although she had reacted to his close proximity, his voice obviously had the greater affect. Stomach churning slowly, her hands reached out to grasp his shirt tightly as her pupils slowly started dilating in excitement. With a jerky exhale as the male's mouth claimed her neck, she slowly pulled an inch or two away. Dilated green eyes met grey as her lips quirked upwards in a grin. Slowly her tongue jutted out to slowly swipe against her bottom lip, obviously challenging him. "I didn't know you wanted action already. I thought I could play with you first," came her soft lilt. Absentmindedly, she started to squirm, her delicate hands tightening around his shirt so she could pull him forward.
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Post by Amber on Apr 21, 2014 3:42:33 GMT
XP. Your posts are awesome.
Mine will be bad.
I'm kinda rusty right now.
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Post by wolf on Apr 28, 2014 2:37:16 GMT
Ansel continued to trail the kisses over her neck, allowing his teeth to softly graze the soft skin there. Taunting. He felt her body shift slightly away from his and he reluctantly pulled away from her. If there was one thing about Ansel that was different from other males his age was that he was all about bringing pleasure to a girl and only doing what she wanted. He never forced too much on a girl, no matter how bold his moves were at time. So when he felt her lean away, he let her. The male had to admit that he was very happy to see this grin on her lips; she wasn't done with him. Good. A smirk played at his mouth as he watched her, his head ducked low towards hers. Her bright eyes were dilated in the natural reaction to sexual attraction. (that rhymed xD) Ansel's cocky smirk widened as she swiped her tongue over her lips in an overly sensual way. He wanted to kiss her and obviously she was daring him to. Her quip hit his ears, softly invading and causing a deep chuckle to rumble from his throat. When her delicate fingers tightened around his shirt, he allowed himself to be pulled back to her. The attractive male brought one hand down to grip her hip as he secured her against him, surprising gentle as his large hands curled around her body. His other hand went to her face, his fingers behind her ear and his thumb resting upon her soft jaw, lifting her face towards his. His deep grey eyes peered into hers and he leaned in close, allowing his lips to graze over hers. "I wouldn't call it action. You are beautiful and I want to kiss you like you have never been kissed before." His voice was dripping with seductiveness, though it was poetic in the way that his compliment stood out and his words were pleasant to the ear. Again, very different from guys his age, he wasn't whispering "I want to fuck you so hard" in her ear. Ansel was a man of passion.
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Post by Amber on Apr 28, 2014 3:10:50 GMT
Breanna had to admit silently to herself that she was way over her head by now, in this adventure. Of course she flirted alot, but most of it was completely harmless. She was always hesitant to continue when things got heated, as she had a lot of morals and she would become nervous. She wasn't really experienced by the flirting stage, but she could pass. She wasn't no slut, that was for sure. Her lips quirked upwards in a larger grin as he secured himself to her and tilted her head upwards softly. One of her hands discharged itself from his chest so it could burrow in the healthy locks of his hair. But as soon as the words left his mouth, she stiffened. Color slowly started to ooze into her cheeks to form a blush, and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She wasn't exactly expecting that to come out of Ansel's lips. Of course he was only buttering her up, right? After all, he was Ansel. The player. Before she could hold her tongue, this one word left her mouth in a whisper. "Really?" To hide her mess up and her embarassement she quickly leaned forward to kiss him, her grip on him tightening as her eyes fluttered shut. "Now's your chance." She started to deepen the kiss as she tilted her head to the side, pulling him even closer if it was possible.
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Post by Amber on Apr 28, 2014 3:12:46 GMT
Heeey, so I was thinking.
If this plot is to work...
Should Bree and Ansel know each other just a little more?
Something like casual acquaintance friend thingy?
Or a once or twice hookup date a while ago?
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