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Post by Jack on Oct 17, 2011 19:02:38 GMT -8
OOC: As always everyone is welcome to join in xD
IC:
Jack opened up the door to his apartment, ushering Mischa with an extra little tap just below her lower back. “What can I get you to drink, water, scotch, vodka, anything else you fancy?” Jack just listed a number of his drinks he had available. He thanked God as he passed his alarm that he hadn’t set it before he left, as for the life of him he could not remember the code.
Jack tossed his keys in a bowl mid hallway before opening up to a large living room, dining room and kitchen area. Flicking on three lights the previously dark room lit up with a warm glow of modern living. Making his way to the kitchen area he found a scotch glass and any other glass that would match Mischa’s drink preference before pouring their drinks respectively.
“You want a smoke?”
He asked after handing her, her drink depending on whether or not she accepted his original offer. Making his way over to a coffee table he picked up his recently opened packet of Marlboro gold’s and offered one to Mischa.
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Mischa Badoer
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Post by Mischa Badoer on Oct 18, 2011 23:29:04 GMT -8
"I'm good for drinks, thank you." Mischa would peel off a heel and then bounce on the shoe free foot as she tried rescuing her other painful feet. God, heels hurt... And they aren't even good for your feet physically... Oh what we do to impress...
Once she was shoeless she would follow Jack into the Kitchen and hop onto the counter as a seat... She didn't even consider it rude due to the fact she would always do it herself... Especially if he felt like cooking pizzas for a day in her shop... There wasn't necessarilly any chairs in the kitchen.
She watched as he poured himself a beverage.. Watched to the best of her ability anyway. Then he was gone... Off to get a smoke... She would shake her head to refuse the offer and hop off the counter approaching him... She didn't know how planned one night stands were supposed to be like... But for some reason she just didn't like the pace of this one.. After being with a sex fiend for a few years one learns to he right to it some may say...
Mischa would grab his drink.. And of course take a sip before she set it down on the coffee table. If the bitch used a coaster she really didn't care. Her hand would the pluck the carton from his hands and simply drop it on the floor.
To finish it all off she would look up to him with her big puppy dog eyes and smile sheepishly before pressing her hands p his shoulder and pushing him in the direction of the couch. Whether he would land sitting upright or even in a laying down type position.. She would climb on him so she could straddle him as she pressed her lips to his... Her hands still pressed against his shoulders.
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Post by Jack on Oct 19, 2011 5:53:46 GMT -8
Jack took a sip of his drink before gently placing it down beside him, it was his liquid strength it made him feel invincible. Not that he needed it,only the mixture of alcohol and sugar gave him both the confidence and the energy high he needed to perform. If anything the fact that his lips tasted like coke could hardly be considered a bad thing.
He positioned himself so he was between Mischa's legs who was now sitting on his counter, being a tall man Mischa was now about the same height as him due to the bench top. His thumbs would gently brush against her thighs, always moving further and further into her dress, the cheeky smile on his face as his body pressed closer and closer. Their lips finally meeting for a short passionate kiss before breaking away and asking her if she wanted a smoke.
OOC: Just thought I'd sneak this in.
IC:
Before Jack knew it, his drink was taken from him his cigarettes tossed away and all he had left was a girl straddling him winning. Jack couldn't help smile as she kissed him, it was this awkward moment that people seem to find them selves in while kissing. They're trying to kiss but they can't because they're smiling.
His hands cupped her body, holding her in place as his waist gently pressed against hers. Only a few layers of fabric separating them now. All in all despite his intoxication level, the clear beauty of this girl, the very image he had of their last encounter had come back to him as if it were last week. They were laying down side by side, smoking a joint listening to the Chillies.
"Mischa" Jack would pause looking into her eyes "Do you remember the last time you were in my apartment?"
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Mischa Badoer
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Post by Mischa Badoer on Oct 20, 2011 1:06:26 GMT -8
She marveled at how kissing a guy was quite different. Both men and women had their pros and cons... And right now she just really loved the cons. Her a hand would slide to his shoulder as the other one grabbed the back rest of the couch for more "leverage". Her hip would sway as she would nip at his lower lip. She could feel the pressure at the base of her spine... Her hand would leave his shoulder and slide down his torso to his hip as it would slide back up and under his shirt. The goal was to get his shirt off right before...
"Mischa."
Mischa would stop all form of movement before she would pull her face a little further from his. She didn't know if she was doing something wrong until he brought up their last encounter... She thought it was a peculiar time to start remainessing... She would smile a bit sheepishly not sure how to take this pause as well as finding the right thing to say without sounding like she was making fun of him.
"Yes... No one could forgot your terrible air-bass-guitar." now that was the tease.. She just didn't know if she should bring the next part up.. It might cause for debate and then lead to someone being turned off.
It could wait.
"Why? Something wrong?"
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Post by Jack on Oct 20, 2011 4:12:21 GMT -8
"Yes... No one could forgot your terrible air-bass-guitar."
Jack frowned at the joke, he was a GOOD bass player, with an actual bass and just the air, he had all the quirky moves bass players only had. Jack's intense gaze held as she backed away from him, his nose flaring ever so slightly as her perfume filled his nostrils. The desire for her within him grew, he was sure she could feel it, the moving motion had result with her thigh being pressed firmly against his groin.
"Why? Something wrong?"
"No, nothing wrong at all"
Jack would close the distance between them kissing her on the neck, the whole time his long arm would stretch out to the floor picking the carton up. He was very good at multitasking, dropping the carton beside him for later he would sit back into the couch and begin laying down. Hopefully Mischa would follow him.
Some time later Jack would break away nestling himself further into the expensive Italian leather couch. Jack's eyes would drift over to the the closed window, his hand reaching for a remote that would open the the paneled windows slightly so the warm breeze could flow through the house.
His gaze quickly flicking back to Mischa, he would hold it if she didn't speak. He would finally perk up "what's with that look?"
Jack bucked his hips gently, lifting Mischa up only a little. While his hands brushed the back of her thighs, being a gentle as possible bragging up low from just above the back of the knee all the way up into her dress, the size of his hands meant her dress would rise up as his hands moved up. His finger would stop around the curve in her lower back.
Pressing his fingers into the skin of her lower back, no longer the intent to be soft, he would be carefully not to press against her with his nails, not wanting to hurt or damage her in away way only to be a little rough around her. His fingers would move down her back pushing into her skin the whole way. Jack's fingers slipping in underneath the thin material, and slowly pushed down Mishca's underwear. His hands cupping the back of her thighs, once he was about half way down her thigh he would stop pushing, the rest would have to be down by her.
Whether or not Mischa finished what he had started Jack would sit up, pressing his lips against hers. The slow rhythm of their kiss easing him, he wouldn't move right away only once they were immersed in their kiss. He would gently push her hands down, placing them onto his belt, before holding her around the waist.
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Mischa Badoer
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Like a bullet; meant to be shot. You're a target, dead on the spot.
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Post by Mischa Badoer on Oct 24, 2011 19:21:46 GMT -8
"what's with that look?"
Mischa would roll her eyes and let out a breathy laugh but she would go quiet when she felt his hands slide up her legs. She would bite her lower lip as tried not to let out any sound before she would lean in and nip at his ear while her hands massaged his chest.
She would never admit that it was strange doing so and not feeling breasts... She would also never admit to how nervous she was to sleep with a guy... At least she wasn't a virgin in the I've never had sex sort of way so she wouldn't be lame in bed... But still would probably have some awkward moments due to working with a new set of tools.
She felt her hands being moved and eventually she could feel his belt. The moment of truth! Mischa would unbuckle and undo his pants while she kissed his neck and giving small bites here and there all the while a hand would slip into his pants.
Oh boy!
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