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Post by Ninja on Jan 14, 2014 1:01:51 GMT
Something with a new guy that I will use emma Watson's brother for
I believe that his name is Alex Watson but not sure.
But I will think while at dance
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Post by Renny on Jan 14, 2014 1:03:06 GMT
Aww, yes it is.
He's adorable<3
Have fun at dance<33
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Post by Ninja on Jan 14, 2014 2:34:07 GMT
Backkk
I think they should take him dancing
And it isn't any old bar dance club thing
But like a local gala or festival thing maybe
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Post by Ninja on Jan 14, 2014 2:50:10 GMT
She looked up at him, her eyes wide. Her warm golden orbs studied him carefully. She noticed his muscular frame. He wasn't one of those lean and lanky guys, nor a bulky bodybuilder. He looked more like a hockey player. I fucking love hockey players she thought. Her mind drifted to the days when she would be screaming at the tv, while clutching a pillow. Only wearing a jersey and her underwear. Those were the days. Shaking her head, she recollected herself and swallowed hard. He was so close, she could see the moisture on his skin, in his hair. She wondered what it would feel like if it were a combination of his and her warm body's running against eachother, fighting for dominance in a passion play that would last for hours. Blushing, the lass let her eyes trail to the tatoo.She immediately liked him even more. He didn't seem liek the person to have one but boy, did it turn her on. Maybe he had more for her to find? She would fun out. She nodded at his inquiry', knowing where he was coming from. Her situation was a little strange."I am Puerto Rican and Spanish, but my parents didn't want me so I was adopted by a family of professors. One who majored in Spanish, and the other who can speak it quite well, they didn't want me to loose my roots" she said and shrugged smiling. Still she liked his accent so much more. "- and nice tatoo, it's very unique" she said.
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Post by Renny on Jan 14, 2014 3:36:38 GMT
[ I love like the festival idea! Its awesome <3 ]
Kris felt his smile widen. She was a Puerto Rico girl. She certainly was sexy, beautiful, and hot enough to be from there. It was sad her parents didn't want her, but lucky she had a nice family. He smiled, eyes following down the lines of tattoos. He smirked. "Thanks, sorry they're in French." He winked and smiled. He remembered how fascinated by the tattoos she was, fingers curling and running along the black lines on his muscular arms and back. "So, you live in here permanently, or just taking a vacation?" He was careful to not mention Sasha, a mutual friend since she didn't seem to know him. But he wanted her to know him, badly. So much so that he ached for her to blink and those memories rush back and make her shiver.
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Post by Ninja on Jan 14, 2014 4:24:15 GMT
So, how about a light, beer, dance, or hockey festival or something XD fail reply because i feel like a zombie right now When Kris Livingston smiled, what else could she do, but the same thing. All of his faces were enticing. Even if he was mad, she would just want him to yell at her more. He probably was interesting when he was mad. The more that she looked at his features, the more puzzled she became.He looked young, not much older than her, but there was something about him that revealed something else entirely. More old, more grown up.Even if he was older, she would still get with him. He had been nice to her so far anyways."Yes, I live with a friend, not far from here" she said, and leaned back. She could feel his arm behind her head. What Friday really wanted was to snuggle with him Be wrapped up in his warm embrace."Why, do you want to come over?" She asked, and bit her lip. Of course she was joking, or was she?  |
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Post by Renny on Jan 15, 2014 2:58:28 GMT
[ Maybe it is like this like dance festival I guess and Alexis always went with Marc and they like dragged Carey along so he could meet someone? ]
Kris smiled. He figured that 'friend' might be Sasha Delacruz. But she didn't remember him, so he didn't bring it up. He smiled softly. He just imagined himself, in a private room. God, he might not be able to contain himself. He remembered her amazement at his body, beautiful as it was, scars from an accident laced it. Deep ones that etched over where he'd been nearly ripped in half and run over by a truck in the motorcycle accident that literally killed him. But most of all, he knew her look of pure amazement at his beautiful sprawling tattoo of his actual wings on his back. They morphed into a brilliant tattoo in an array of gold and black, hues of each color varying and almost transparent, yet beautifully crafted and almost life-like. In real life, when not a simple tattoo, they were ever more spectacular. He grinned at her comment. "I don't know, I'd have to get cleaned up first, don't want to offend any body," he said with a wink, his eyes glittering with a joking light.
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Post by Ninja on Jan 15, 2014 3:33:03 GMT
"I dont think you would offend anyone" she said and chuckled. "In fact, I would be offended if you didn't" she muttered under her breath. All she wanted was him and her together in her bedroom. Oh that would be glorious, how she would look forward to the day. She didn't even care that she was pregnant. Also, she didn't care that she had just met him (hah). All she could think about while staring at his face was him shoving his tongue down her throat. If only he was the father. Then she would get to live with him, raise a kid, be together.( double hah). She then stood up and stretched her arms over her head.She had been sitting for too long, and her muscles felt cramped. It reminded her of how she could barely walk, let alone move following that fateful night.Since he had been so close, her body practically pressed against his as she stood there. Her eyes defiantly met his, "Maybe one day" she said. Seeing that a couple strands of his hair had fallen in his face, she reached up and pushed it behind his ear. She shivered as this gesture brought back memories of something she couldn't quite put her mind on. The feeling of intimacy and love washed over her. She quickly looked down blushing. She was only tall enough to reach his upper while standing at her full height. It was the perfect height to wrap her arms around his thick muscular torso. Now she wanted to. Dear God.
OMG whenever Kris has to keep on pushing back her hair because it wont stay, like during an interview is adorable.<3
and I shall start that alarc post
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Post by Renny on Jan 16, 2014 2:41:53 GMT
[ omg when Kris does anything it is adorable.
HE SCORED<33333333333
I DIED AND STARTED SCREAMING HOLY SHIT.
replying on my phone<33
Marc, Carey, and I shall wait patiently for your post<3 ]
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Post by Renny on Jan 16, 2014 3:01:06 GMT
Kris felt so close to her. His body ached to grab her and touch her, press into the sensitive hot buttons all over her body. When her fingers ran over his hair, brushing it behind his ear, he shivered. It felt good to the touch, reminding him of how her hands tugged on those same silky inky strands as his tongue and mouth worked her over and made cries of pleasure fall from her lips. The memory was powerful, shaking through him like a heatwave. It made his toes curl, it seemed enhanced by her being right here next to him. "We should go for coffee or something" he said, eyes glittering and he slid out his black iphone, sliding it unlocked. The screen was of him and another male, arms slung over each other's shoulders. The other man was just as beautiful as Kris, with glistening doe-brown eyes and a lighter flow compared to Kris. They didn't look like brothers and for someone who didn't know, they didn't look like it. His eyes lifted to her face, holding out the phone for her to add her number, eyes a sparkle and glimmer of childlike cheerfulness.
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Post by Ninja on Jan 17, 2014 23:48:48 GMT
After the trio had been talking for a while, Alexis really felt what the other guy was missing. He could see it in his eyes, the way Carey would look at the pair. Of course, if he was alone and in an apartment with another adorable couple, he would probably feel the same way. He might even interrupt the couple's sessions, saying that it was unfair to do that when he was over. Turns out Carey was lucky tonight, for on this fateful evening, the dance festival was starting. It was an annual event where people both preformed or just danced. There were classes, and kiosks. Of course, there were games and rides like other festivals. Alexis loved to come to these because of the atmosphere, the dancing, the all around friendliness. It wasn't just him that liked to go, all of his friends liked to go as well. That meant young attractive and fit males. Not even just his dance friends, everyone came to this event. After he had told everyone about it, he had forced them to get ready. Alexis put on a loose fitting flannel and jeans, something that he could move in, but he still looked classy. Looking at himself in the mirror, he noticed that he needed to shave. A beard and mustache was growing on the once smooth skin of his face. He shrugged, walking out of the bathroom. He was lazy and thought that Marc would like it.
Some time later they were at the festival. It was held in the town's grande park. Lanterns hung everywhere, with christmas lights and other various light sources illuminating everyone's body with a soft and warm glow.Lots of locals surrounded them, laughing, holding hands, just walking around, He could smell some funnel cake cooking, with fried oreos and all the other goodness that usually comes to carnivals."Welcome to the dance festival!" he exclaimed and looked over at his boyfriend, then at Carey. His blue eyes were wide and glossy, like he was a child seeing something new. He came every year, but it was always different."You guys will love it" he added softly. He then started down the main path, before a young man came running over to him."ALEX, HI!" the slim guy exclaimed throwing his arms around him. Alexis laughed and hugged him back, " Hey Theo" he said after letting go. The rather handsome man(*cough*Alex Watson*cough*) stood next to Alexis, regarding Marc and Carey. "Meet my boyfriend Marc, and Carey" he said, and nodded to them.
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Post by Renny on Jan 18, 2014 0:24:05 GMT
Marc wasn't much of a dancer, hence why he usually didn't go. But Alexis was so excited. Plus, he thought Carey would enjoy going out and enjoying the festivities. He had changed from his outfit into a snug dark gray Henley, warm and a pair of a jeans, not the fanciest pair he known, a little worn and faded, but not sloppy. He mainly picked them because Alexis loved how he looked in them. He'd said Marc's ass looked perfect in them, so why not wear them? However, Alexis looked fantastic. He had no idea how sexy he looked with the scruff. He'd wanted to devour him right in that very spot. Instead he'd refrained himself enough to just wrap his arms around his boyfriend's neck, and hopefully his fierce, passionate kiss was enough to display how much he liked how Alexis's look right now.
Marc was grinning from ear to ear, feeling carefree and happy at Alexis's look. Who wouldn't be enchanted by this place. The lights, the warmth, the overall look to it. He looked a little awestruck, taking on the atmosphere. He was grinning. His fingers fell from Alexis's as a friend came up and practically engulfed Alexis in a bear hug. After they broke away, he found himself growing closer, like they were connected by magnets and slid his hand into Alexis's, lacing his fingers into his boyfriend's.
Carey on the other hand, had dressed in a light gray, almost sweater type shirt, his jeans dark and snug. His eyes were all over the place, drinking in the atmosphere. His eyes and attentions suddenly turned from the festival, where he didn't look as star struck, just curious, to the male who had hugged Alexis. He was almost the exact opposite of his ex-boyfriend. P.K. had been taller and thicker in build, muscular with broad shoulders, strong, yet athletic, like a running back. While this male was smaller than Carey was, much prettier than any other boy Carey had dated. He looked almost delicate, like a model, definitely a dancer. "Duh, Carey, this is a dance festival." He smiled, seemingly entranced by the male. Theo, his name was. Cute. Much like he was. He suddenly felt shy, odd for such a confident man like himself. He pushed a hand through his dark hair, a telltale nervous sign. Marc noticed and couldn't help but giving a slight, covert wink to Carey who flushed slightly. It was cute too see his friend get a little flustered. He was so cool. So calm. So confident. Not like this was a knock down a couple pegs, but Carey was so used to being the dominant force. Marc knew that. He smiled, remembering when he first met Alexis. The same butterflies in his stomach, the nervousness. It was pretty cool.
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Post by Robin on Jan 18, 2014 0:42:56 GMT
Sorry to bother but when you've got a sec, Renny reply???
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Post by Ninja on Jan 18, 2014 1:27:49 GMT
Friday, also known as Fay by her peers raised her eyebrows as she regarded him. She was the shiver, and the way he looked at her. The moment seemed almost tender as it was shared between the two. Kris was a very huggable looking guy. With his sturdily built muscles, she would imagine herself being encased by his warm embrace. It would be like hugging a hockey player. Friday adored hockey players. She could sit on the couch and watch hockey for hours. Scream at the tv, cry into Sasha's shoulder, fan girl, it was a very emotional time for her. "Yeah, that would be nice" she said and smiled softly. Was he asking her out? That would be nice. Get some coffee and head back to her apartment for some fun times.What a date that would be. Fay noticed the picture, and her smile got bigger. "Is that your brother?" she asked, her eyes wide. The smaller male was so cute, like Kris himself. She couldn't imagine being in a room with both of them.She slowly took the phone, and added her number, making sure to put a heart next to it. She then handed it back to him, her fingers lingering on his.It was unfortunate that she was meeting him in such a public space. His alluring nature would be so nice to see under the flashing lights of a club, where they could actually do something. However, that is a way that you don't get to know someone.In fact, its a way to get pregnant, and not know the father. She shuddered and sighed, offering a small smile to make it up. She didnt want to seem wierd.
( so when do we skip to le russians?)
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Post by Ninja on Jan 18, 2014 2:03:35 GMT
When Alexis felt fingers slip into his own, he grinned and leaned over to Marc. He then pressed a soft yet warm and well placed kiss on Marc's temple. He was so happy right now. At one of his favorite festivities, with is favorite person in the world, and now his new friend might meet someone new. He had seen the way Carey was acting around Theo. Carey suddenly turned into an oversized teddy-bear and it was adorable. Theo had looked over to Alexis, an eyebrow raised. He was practically asking Alexis whether Carey was Gay, and if so, would he introduce them."Well, Carey, as I said earlier, this is my friend-" he waggled his eyebrows," - and he dances as well" He added. He had known Theo for a long time, even before meeting Marc. They were apprentices together, and they did have some "fun" times, but now their relationship was more brotherly.
Theo walked over to Carey and hugged him. He was shy, or had any shame in being open like that. He was very flamboyant , so he felt comfortable doing this. "It's nice to meet you" he said softly. Surprise! He was english. It wasn't so crude that you couldn't understand him, rather, it gave him a regal and delicate touch. When he pulled away, Theo bit his lip, and looked at Carey through his lashes.
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