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Post by Ninja on Jan 9, 2014 21:56:55 GMT
OMG knowwww<3333
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Post by Ninja on Jan 9, 2014 22:07:51 GMT
But Kriday and Alarc babiesss
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Post by Renny on Jan 9, 2014 22:15:19 GMT
[ squeee<33 ]
Kris looked up at the sky. It was growing gray, the blue vanishing behind a swath of clouds. A cool breeze blew through the otherwise hot park. The air hadn’t stirred at all while he’d been running, but now, it seemed like a sign as him and Friday were near each other. Maybe, if there was, God was speaking to him. Rain had been good in all types of culture right? He liked Friday, maybe, because she was sexy as hell and Kris liked sexy. He looked back down, switching his legs for stretching so it wasn’t obvious he’d just done that and like he actually was stopping for a purpose.
Their eyes locked. His dark ones were like shimmering obsidian orbs. He noted she didn’t seem to recognize him, despite the fact that a warm rose entered her cheeks. He returned her smile with a shy, secretive one of his own. She had looked worried for a brief moment when he looked at her and she looked back. Like she thought he could see something she obviously saw. His eyes flicked down her body. Still agile and curvy as usual. Nothing had changed. That he could tell.
His eyes found Friday’s feeling a bit of butterflies in his stomach. He wanted to go talk to her. Longed to in fact. He normally didn’t talk to girls he’d fucked at Sasha Delacruz’s party. Normally, they were whorish faeries so he didn’t deal with that shit. But she’d seemed sincere, her little smile graceful on her lips, gently upturned. He was undeniably drawn to her, yet maybe she didn’t remember him? Perhaps too much alcohol. That must be it. He figured maybe she’d remember him if they started talking again, introduced themselves, because Kris sure as hell remembered her.
He moved away from the tree, coming to stand a couple of safe feet away from her. “Hey,” he greeted. “You come out for a run?” He asked, a polite way to start a conversation. His dark eyes glittered. He took off his hat for a minute, running a hand through his dark, sweaty locks. They glistened with a silvery sheen, coming to about his jaw in a nice flow. He put the hat back on, securing it back against his head.
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Marc pulled back from Carey, taking a step back as the brunette smiled at the newcomer. Marc casually slipped his hand into Alexis's hand, interlocking their fingers in a warm bond. Carey positively grinned. "So you're the boyfriend?" He said, not meanly or critically, just with hints of amusement. Marc rolled his eyes. "What, he's better than the other one." Carey said. That was one thing about him, he was extremely blunt. Marc went pale. "Eric, what a creep." Carey added. Marc's hand squeezed Alexis's tightly. "I know, can we talk about something else." Marc said quietly. Carey gave him a puzzled look. "Yeah, but he knows right?" He asked, eyes flicking to Alexis. Marc's eyes went wide. "Of course he does!" He said, looking slightly offended. Like he wouldn't tell his own boyfriend of his exes abusive tendencies[massiveunderstatement].
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Post by Ninja on Jan 9, 2014 23:39:17 GMT
Alexis's fingers intertwined with his. He enjoyed the feeling of his warm skin against his own. Even though they had been living together for how long. He moved closer bringing Marc's hand up to kiss gently. His muscular arm then snaked around Marc's torso, and he pulled him close. At the mention of a past boyfriend, he felt an eyebrow raise. He had mentioned the guy once or twice but he really didn't know much a bout him. He knew that the scars and pain came from. He would dismiss it now, for that wasn't something to talk to him about in front of someone else."Of course" he said with a nod and a soft smile. He definitely would corner the French-Canadian some time after Carey had left.
When the man started to come over, she looked away quickly. Was he going to talk to her? Or just walk past. She pushed her bangs from her hazel eyes and bit her lip. Her hands clutched eachother in her lap as she thought the hot guy walking over. To be honest what she wanted to do was grab him, and kiss him. Maybe if she wasn't pregnant she would be more flirty, obviously pushing her buxom figure so that his eyes would have to look at her. Yet,now wasn't that time. When he asked his question she just shrugged and smiled softly,"I am not sure actually" she said looked up at him through her lashes. His hair was beautiful, e was beautiful, his hair was dripping. Wet. That was all she could think about.
I'm in a car and on a phone short and suck x,x)
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Post by Renny on Jan 10, 2014 22:29:19 GMT
Marc smiled slightly at Alexis drew him close. He just wanted to melt into his lover's arms. He felt so safe and calm around Alexis, he was entirely relaxed. He felt loved. He had a feeling that Alexis would ask about the ex that had caused so much pain. He shivered a little at the thought, but his boyfriend tastefully put that on a back burner. Carey looked away, then turned back to the two. Marc gave a small, almost shaky smile. "Let's go sit," he said, keeping his fingers in Alexis's fingers and Carey followed. They went into the living room. Carey took a chair across from the two while Marc pulled Alexis next to him on the couch. He noticed a brief glimpse of a slight sadness in Carey's face at the closeness of the lovers, almost an envy, but it vanished as quick as it had come. Marc had almost forgotten his friend had just got over a break up. "So," Carey drawled. "How long have you two known each other?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.
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Kris smirked slightly. Their was a hint of flirting to it, yet he knew that wasn't the most flirty she could be. Maybe this was what she normally was like. Quiet and reserved. Mmm, a little mystery. That kept everything spiced up. "Hmm, interesting," he mused, eyes sparkling with a light to the dark depths of them. "Sometimes I don't know either, just gotta get the right feeling, y'know?" He flashed a slightly crooked smile, and his dark ones met her hazel ones, and it felt like electricity. His body sparked, and a small tremor ran down his spine.
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Post by Ninja on Jan 10, 2014 22:39:14 GMT
how long have they been together 0.0
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Post by Renny on Jan 10, 2014 22:52:20 GMT
ohemgee Iunno. maybe like a three-ish years? iunno? xD
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Post by Ninja on Jan 12, 2014 2:38:51 GMT
alright~
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Post by Ninja on Jan 12, 2014 3:56:04 GMT
Alexis chuckled and followed his lover back to the main room. He squeezed Marc's arm before sitting down next to him. He then sat down, pressing his leg against his, nice and snugly. He missed nonchalant talks like these, they were so nice. Every once in a while, Alexis and Marc would snuggle if they had time. Those nights were awesome. Watch a movie, usually a romantic comedy.Sometimes they wouldn't even finish it. By the times the credits were rolling, they had both climaxed and were gasping for breath on top of each other, or fast asleep. Now Alexis craved for another one of those. Maybe this time with Carey. The man looked like he needed some people in his life. He couldn't imagine being alone. He himself knew the look of loneliness very well. He had worn it on his face most of the time.However, ever since he met Marc, everything had changed."Three years and counting" he said, offering the man an easy smile. Alexis then leaned on Marc, and turned his head, kissing his cheek.He then turned back to Carey, feeling sorta bad. He didn't mean to show off his love, he was just used to expressing it without worrying about what anyone thought.
The fact that this hot man was actually talking to her, was mind blowing. Sure she was a pretty girl, she had talked to a lot of guys. However, this guy was different. He seemed to have a weird, even ethereal glow around him. Not only that, but he seemed familiar.Like she had known him somehow. Friday also felt like she could do whatever she wanted with him. With a flash of that bright smile she would bend over on command. That usually was not a thought in her head. This guy was really getting to her. "Yeah, I know what you mean" she said, pushing a lock of hair from her face. "I'm Friday" she added, and grinned up at him. She looked at him through her lashes, a somewhat sultry expression on her face. Pregnancy or not, she would get this guy to like her. She would not let this guy get away.
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Post by Renny on Jan 12, 2014 23:41:04 GMT
Marc smiled softly. He liked this, the warmth of his lover. His best friend. His other half. His soul mate. Right next to him, close and within reach at a moments notice. He liked the cozy times they had, like right now. Curled close, fingers touching something, usual something innocent like a knee or an elbow or an arm wrapped around the other's shoulder. Then it would progress to something a little hotter, fingers gliding up the thigh, or someone touching a hot spot [usually Alexis, making Marc melt on contact.] Marc smiled, flushing slightly at Alexis's warm kiss on his cheek. He looked up at Carey who was smiling softly. "Damn, you guys might as well just get married now," Carey said with a chuckle, his grin widening at the happy couple. "You two look amazing," he said, eyes glittering. Marc blushed. "Enough about us, what about you?" Marc waggled his eyebrows. "You come to the States to find that special someone?" He asked and Carey rolled his eyes. "Only if you have someone open." Carey said with a laugh. Marc rolled his eyes, leaning onto Alexis, one hand resting on his knee, flexing his fingers slightly. Carey chuckled. "You got it good though, Marc. I may just have to steal Alexis," he winked and Marc smirked. "Good luck, he's mine," he said jokingly, but not really. Carey wouldn't dream of stealing Alexis from Marc.
Kris smiled, casually putting a hand on the back of the bench and leaning on it. His lips curved up into a smile, eyes lingering on her mouth. God, she was so hot. Now, he definitely knew she didn't recognize him. Too much vodka, probably. Sasha was part Russian so she always had a shit ton of imported vodka from the motherland and it was stronger and tasted better than most. He smiled at her name, already knowing it. He flashed another smile, this one showing off his white teeth and causing dimples to appear at the edges of his cheeks. "I'm Kris," he said, that sexy French accent rolling off his tongue, eyes smiling.
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Post by Ninja on Jan 13, 2014 1:26:28 GMT
we should skip with Friday and Kris soon so that the real drama could start x3 Marriage.Such a peculiar thing. When he was young, he would see stories of how couples couldn't tie the knot. Now it was spreading like wildfire. IT was good and all, but especially now that he was with Marc, the idea sounded pleasing. So pleasing that Alexis actually had Marc's ring size, and had gotten a ring for him. It was hidden in his dance drawer, inside a pair of leg warmers. He chuckled and nodded, " Sounds like a good plan" he said quietly. He wasn't proposing, but it sure as hell showed what he felt. He then snuggled closer to Marc, pressing his thigh to his. "Yes, I am interested in your story" he muttered,and leaned back. He blinked and observed the guy. He definitely wasn't bad looking, it would be easy for him to find someone here."Come to dance with me, they will be all over you" he said and laughed. But it was true. There were lots of them in this area."You could try" Alexis replied and laughed, a protective arm snaking around Marc. He knew that Carey was joking but it was just an impulse. "We should go out sometime soon" he said, and smiled softly."A bar or something" he added. Friday leaned back, and looked up at him. Her head tilted up, the soft curve of her neck and collarbones were exposed.The dip of her half way unzipped jacket revealed the slope of her bosom. Now that he was looking down at her, he would get to see even more, and she was doing this on purpose."Your accent is beautiful" she said and giggled. The way his words rolled off of his tongue slammed into her, hot waves of sex, throwing her mind out of balance as she imagined him screaming her name.Funny, the image and sound came easily to her, like she had heard it before. How comforting. She just shrugged slightly and blinked a few times. His eyes, she could get lost in them. Hey, even he was a creeper, that wasn't her number one worry. What occupied that spot was how fast she could get him to date her.  |
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Post by Ninja on Jan 13, 2014 1:27:15 GMT
or we could take it slowly and torture them >3
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Post by Renny on Jan 13, 2014 3:06:06 GMT
[ let's skip to the real juicy drama. where should we skip to after this post?
I feel like we're gonna have another ship here, Carey and one of Alexis's dancing friends xD ]
Marc smiled. He hoped Alexis was the marrying type. Maybe, one day, kids. He liked the idea of them adopting children or maybe have a surrogate. They were both financially stable, had a place to live, and were happy. Maybe one day. He smiled at Alexis's words. It wasn't a proposal, oh no, Alexis would have to be downright romantic for that. He smiled, nodding at Alexis's words. Carey grinned, eyes following Alexis's arm as it snaked around Marc. "Hmm, not really into the bar scene," he murmured, looking down. He wasn't. He was twenty-six, out of that drinking stage. He wanted to settle down. He'd thought P.K. had been the one, but when he'd broken up with him, it had hurt. Maybe it was a relationship destine to fail. They had met at a bar and had sex that night, but Carey had really fallen in love. Marc frowned slightly. "There are plenty of guys, Carey, we'll find you a keeper." He said, smiling and leaning into Alexis, his hand gently stroking on the inside of his knee, thumb swishing back and forth, a tender and intimate gesture. He leaned out with his foot, gently nudging Carey and the other brunette looked up from under his last and smiled quietly.
Kris felt his grin widen, eyes moving down the lines and curves of her body. The way her neck arched and her collar bones curved out slightly, and the subtle curves of her bosom made him shiver. He moved purposefully down her body, eyes sloping down her body. Over her flat stomach and to her thighs, to where her pleasure zone certainly was. His tongue gently wet his lips and he looked back up at her. She was a perfect example of what a woman should be. Her body arching and flowing into lines and curves and angles that he wanted to explore more, not only with his eyes, but maybe with his tongue? Yes, definitely. Her body was made to be pleasured and lusted over. To be teased and wrought out. She deserved to be brought such pleasure that she would unravel with his fingers and tongue. He lifted his eyes to hers. "Thanks, I practice it a lot." He joked, grinning vividly.
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Post by Ninja on Jan 13, 2014 4:21:20 GMT
Yes Carey new guy<3
Friday: Nahh, too sexy, it has to be natural
but how about when the russians show up, and she like opens the door when she is barely wearing anything, and she isnt used to having company, so she is suprised by them or something
lemme do a quick reply for kriday so we can think of something up. Alarc needs more time XD
"No, that I know" she said and smiled. She herself was spanish, latino. However,she didn't have much of an accent. She wished that she could, but nope. She was adopted and raised by an american after being adopted from a latino family. When she turned 17, she had moved in with Sasha, her best friend. She was tired of her parents, she loved them, but they were boring. "French Canadian right?" she asked. She leaned back on the chair, her hands resting on that sweet spot between her legs. It could be viewed as either a sexual or a shy gesture. She would let him choose.
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Post by Renny on Jan 14, 2014 0:40:46 GMT
[ Carey and new guy<3
oh yess, I like that.
what shall we do for Alarc? ]
Kris smiled. He'd been with the Sons of War since he died when he was twenty-two. He'd been in a motorcycle accident with a great friend of his, Luc, but he'd become an 'angel', while Luc remained dead. Hence the swirling tattoos lingering on his right bicep, curling up in French. "Oui, Montreal-native." He glanced down her body again, the gesture was interesting. Not exactly sexual, or obvious, yet it could hold that hint as her hands moved to the spot that he wanted to see again, but it seemed like she was hiding it, making it slightly bashful. He grinned, eyes glittering. "And you, sound American? Yet, you are Latino. Adoption, or excellent English speaking parents?" He asked, his hand coming up to move the hat off his head and run his fingers through his silky ink colored hair, before pushing on his black cap. He found himself rubbing his bicep slightly, as if scratching an itch, right over the plethora of swirling ink.
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