A Special Package [Marcus/Open]

[Aryn Valcoph]

It wouldn't be long and she'd have to kiss her house goodbye. Aryn sighed despite the smirk on her lips. Damn. She'd put a lot of effort into that, and there'd be hell to pay if she came back and it wasn't standing.

Wasn't hers.

She'd probably start by ripping through Leon on so many levels.

So just what was she doing? Well, you see, there's a matter of having seven females living under one roof. They all needed clothing. Most of them could share, being of similar sizes, but they needed new things so it didn't become 'boring' for her clients.

So she had made her way to a section of the city that used to have decent shops. For 'shopping'.

"Damn, I miss just waltzing into a store and being able to try things on instead of jumping through rubble to find things."

It was a partial grump as she started to force the door open with a couple solid, rapid, kicks.

At least it was a good day for this kind of thing..!

[Marcus Prasad]

It had been awhile since Marcus last had the chance to do some urban exploration. And since it was such a fine sunny day, hey why not? Sometimes he liked to just slip out of the compound when noone was looking and get some good ol' honest to god excersize!

This time he decided to hit for the shopping district cause hey, might as well see what he could salvage while he was at it. Already he had a small knapsack full of odds and ends he could find some use for back at homebase. Some scrapmetal, Perishable foods, electronics, tools. Oh, ESPECIALY tools.

Tools were important. It was hard to hit a nail with a rock. Bad for the wrists you see.

Leaping from rooftop to rooftop, Marcus rolled up to his feet and dropped down into an alleyway, just managing to catch onto the fire escape stairwell before pulling himself in and slipping through the broken window. Letting his eyes adjust, he looked about himself and let out a low whistle.

'Hmmm....not bad, not bad.'
He thought to himself. Seems he managed to find a small abandoned apartment store. By the looks of it, he was a floor above the woman's wear section. A Giant gaping hole in the floor allowed him to look right down into it.

THUMP THUMP THUMP CRACK!

Marcus had already tumbled out of sight by the time the light from outside flooded the room below.

'Hmmm....been awhile since I stalked something too.'
His lips already curling into a wolfish grin.

[Aryn Valcoph]

The fiery auburn-brunette below didn't seem to pay much mind to what she couldn't see, but she did take a cursory look, outside and inside, before entering. Rather dusty, but...well, hey, this didn't seem to be a bad find. Aryn grinned, stepping through the rubble to see what was in store for her.

There was the everpresent feeling of being watched she'd had for some time, long before she got here, so she ignored that.

"Bras, panties, dresses, omai~" She cooed to herself. Then she paused, looking around. "...I'm gonna need some larger bags."

She'd find some, she was certain, elsewhere in the building. For now, however...it was time to try things on. Underwear wasn't that big of a deal; she just tossed sizes in that weren't damaged that she knew they'd need, aside. The bras, however...those were a different story.

Off came her shirt.

And then her own bra.

She started humming, on the greatest treasure heist she'd been on so far today, and started the fittings for herself. Black lace, red lace, dusty (but still functional!) silk...even a woman's best friend: the push-up bra! She struck a pose, and even strummed an air guitar solo, half-naked, flinging her hair back as she stood straight once again.

"Yep. Fantastic~"

[Marcus Prasad]

A Woman? A pretty woman! Hidden in his little hidey hole Marcus decided to just get comfortable and watch her for awhile. Oh boy was HE in for a surprise!
The man's eyes widened as the woman below whipped her top off, only to damn near buldge out of his skull when she began to air guitar.

Marcus had to act fast and slapped both hands to his mouth and went a bright shade of red as he fought to keep himself from laughing out loud.
This was delicious, hilarious and slightly leaning towards creepy all things considered. Eventualy his body would stop convulsing from the guffaws that thundered around his body and he would go back to watching for awhile longer. Letting his eyes drink up every curve and taut line on her body.

Ah, the simple pleasures.

"Yep. Fantastic~"

"Quite."
Marcus would say aloud. At least loud enough for her to hear him before flattening himself further. His mischevious side beginning to wake up. As well as the feeling that she and he weren't the only two in the area either. He could feel the hairs on the back of his head prick up.

[Aryn Valcoph]

Aryn definitely had some lovely curves and lines for Marcus to lap up.

"Quite"

With the muffled voice, Aryn spun around, hair flying, with one arm almost caught in the strap of the push-up bra. Green eyes narrowed a moment, but with nobody visible, she lifted her shoulders in a shrug. That feeling of being watched didn't go away. Perhaps it only intensified.

'...well, if I'm being watched...' A wicked smile curved her lips. 'Might as well give 'em one helluva show.'

She reached back and unhooked her bra, tossing it to the 'keep pile. She spun on her heel and sauntered away.

...was that the sound of a short zipper being pulled..?

Aryn shimmied out of her jeans and stretched, in nothing but a pair of underwear. Very slowly. Very, very, slowly bending backwards. Down, down, dooown (how do you get so low, Aryn), and then back up, twisting and then turning in a slow circle.

"Dress, lingerie...hm. What should I try on." A pause, and something caught her eye. "Yesss..! Score."

She practically pranced to the item that caught her eye, humming and singing and swaying to the most familiar rock tune. Because she could. And she was comfortable in her own skin.

"Pour some sugar on me, oh, in the name of love~"

If you've got it, flaunt it. And Aryn totally had it.

She spun, dipped from the waist, flicked her hair back and slowwwly straightened, trailing her fingers against the smooth skin of her leg...ironically, the one closest to the hole Marcus was watching from.

"I'm hot, sticky, sweet, from my head, to my feet, yeah~"

[Marcus Prasad]

"Oh you dirty little minx."
Marcus whispered to himself in a low purr as he watched Aryn NOT React in a panic, like he expected her to, but instead continue with her little show. This told him quite a bit about her character. The woman seemed to enjoy playing to an audiance, no matter who they might be. Confident, sensual without having to be Raunchy......

A Lesser man would have been burnt to a crisp just watching the smoking hot display. Oh yes, that girl could Work it.
Still, he remained wary, knowing damn well how dangerous a weapon a womans sexuality was.
He had to admit though, he WAS tempted to....errrrm....'relieving the pressure' so to speak, but thought against it. Masterbating while hiding in a dark room to a girl prancing around in her underwear was just.......

Creepy.

'Oh FUCK! That songs gonna get stuck in my head for weeks!'

She was JUST underneath him now. Well, time to have alittle more fun then!
Bracing himself with his hands, Marcus dipped his head down the hole like a detached shadow until he was almost uncomfortably close to the Minx.

"Allo Poppet."

[Aryn Valcoph]

Aryn would be gleeful had she known what Marcus was thinking.

But a Minx Aryn was!

With Marcus literally poking his head down with that greeting, Aryn's singing was abruptly cut off, and despite the few flutters her heart gave - excitement and surprise: she hadn't expected her voyeur to make an appearance just yet - she turned towards him and let a smile curve onto her lips. Slowly sensual, somewhat secretive. Promising.

If only for the greeting, she immediately loved him; it took her back. She laughed softly. And so, with doubling the fun on her mind, Aryn closed the distance, brushing her fingertips along her jaw and just under her bottom lip, reaching up as she stepped onto some of the piled chunks of floor from above.

She took things from uncomfortable to downright hot'n'steamy as she pressed those full, smiling lips to his, rising to the tips of her shoed feet to do so and sliding her hand to the nape of his neck, fingers slipping into his hair. Hopefully to hold him in position without attempting to drag him down--that wasn't what she wanted.

And then boldly, took it deeper and amped up the heat with no hesitation: pillaging and plundering with no shame.

Allo Poppet, indeed.

Aryn was quick to note that the feeling of being watched hadn't disappeared. Well, if this was some kind of ambush - and damned or not - she was bloody well going to enjoy this kiss. Her other hand slid up, brushing the back of her fingers against his jaw, then skimming the pads of her fingers against his neck while her tongue continued doing interesting things with his own.

How was that for a greeting?!

So long as he returned he kiss in earnest - who wouldn't? Who wouldn't?! - she let him. Then, after she was certain he was good and comfortable after a few long moments, with no warning whatsoever, Aryn suddenly caught him in a one-handed chokehold just below his jaw, her other hand gripping his hair tightly at the same time. She dropped down, flat on her feet for an initial jerk, twisted, pulling, and jumped off the blocky pieces of second-floor floor to pull the hopefully-distracted Marcus down from his position, onto his back.

With help from her own weight, and gravity.

Should everything work out, her dearest Marcus would find Aryn's knee against his chest, one hand still taut against his throat - but not choking-ly so - and the other caressing his jaw, perhaps even with his arm loosely pinned between her leg and his body.

A small black flame exploded into existence between them. The heat was intense but definitely bearable even as she leaned in and it moved closer. Aryn gave a catty grin even as the flame cut out. There was no need for him to know she couldn't properly control it.

"Why hello, love~" She purred, a faint strain of Britain - Scotland to be more precise - entered her lingo, drawn by his greeting. She pouted slightly at him despite the laughter and impish - Minxish? - light to her eyes. "You should have joined me earlier, I could have used a 'dance partner'."

Women.

Aryn.

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon would be watching from further away. Raising an eye brow and pondering how to ruin this.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew was also watching from far away pondering how to ruin this. And checking out her partial nudity.

"Soon...."

[Marcus Prasad]

Things wouldn't go exactly as the little Minx planned today. Now thats not to say Marcus wasen't THOROUGHLY enjoying himself being surprised by the little vixen once again. Jeez, people just dont have the sense to be scared by a big strong sneaky guy these days.....

Kissing, ah now that is an art. One that this woman had down pat in fact. Marcus could feel his temperature rise as her searching little tongue invaded his mouths personal space. Not that he minded, in fact he responded in kind, growing hot enough to begin gently biting her lower lip, the tip of her tongue and anywhere else he could get his pearly whites on as the grip that kept him from sliding forward began to tighten.

Sounds like the beginning of a good porno huh? Marcus definatly thought so. One of the oldest tricks in the courtesan books. The biggest tip off was how long the kiss in question went on for. Actualy the biggest tip off was the fact she didn't run away. Confident? Saucy? Completely comfortable in her own skin?
Yeah, He had hung around Silk long enough to know where this was going.

Oh but he was LOVING what she was doing with her fingers. Naught, naughty girl. It made his spine shiver.

Now here's where she made her first mistake. Trying to knock a Parkour Tracuer Off balance? Marcus had honed his skills to a degree where he could easily traverse a rock slide in motion if he wanted, sensing each and every shifting rock and pebble. Even in a position as....precarious as Marcus' the man wasen't going anywhere when she sprung the trap.

It was a damn fine choke hold though!

"Going Up!"
Marcus would wheeze with a grin, his neck muscles buldging the second he felt the first shift in her movement. With his hands gripping the loose floorboards, he would pull his legs in and flex his abs, pulling himself and Aryn up through the hole so fast that she would be suspended for a split second in the air.

A perfect moment to catch her in his arms.

"Now, where were we?"
He teased with a wink and a laugh. Oh the look on her face must be priceless!

[Aryn Valcoph]

Nut bunnies!

Foiled!

But, in the end, Aryn could only stay miffed for so long, a slight gasp of surprise escaping as she hovered mid-air a moment before she let a peal of delighted laughter.

Damn. He got her.

Her expression flicked from shock, to anger, to being miffed...and then she finally settled on a wicked grin, swinging her legs lightly. The chokehold loosened, and she caressed his throat in wordless apology, but she kept her hand in his hair, though she did incorporate a sneaky little scalp massage.

She laughed again, tipping her head back without a care that she was exposing her throat. If he wanted to do her harm, he would have done so, already.

"I believe we were about to..." Aryn cut herself off, eyebrow wiggle stopping mid-motion to furrow instead. Tilting her head as she nearly completed the thought before the feeling of being watched couldn't be ignored any longer. Especially considering it wasn't Marcus. She blinked, for a moment, letting the silence linger. "...did you ever have the feeli--"

[Marcus Prasad]

So not only was she sexy, sensual AND seductive (His three favorite S's ever) But she also took a lose with grace! That alone immediatly put her in his good books. In fact, if he didn't know any better, it looked like she was enjoying the whole thing once she got past the innitial dissapointment.

Her wordless apology was answered with a carefree nuzzle. No harm, no foul after all! In fact, under the minisitrations of her skillfull Fingers, Marcus found himself purring like a kitten and loving the amount of attention she was giving him.

"...did you ever have the feeli--"

".....ing like we're being watched? Now that you mentioned it...."
For a moment, he closed his eyes and opened his mind to his surroundings. He could feel two powerful signatures in the area.
One was very familier.

'Ah. Sensei. Aaaaand.....Another one?'

[Aryn Valcoph]

Well, graceful with losing right now, as she was currently being held in the arms of a guy that knew how to kiss and nibble (an admitted favourite of hers, though biting was even better), but could actually appreciate a show and now jump in too soon. And he didn't mind she'd tried, and failed, to drop him a whole floor onto his back.

And he nuzzled~ And purred! Hot damn this guy just got better, and better, and better! So she took the time to curl up with a giggle before she had answered.

She flashed a smile as he completed her sentence, and nodded, watching with continued efforts on the massage front, lifting her other hand to move her hands down the back of his neck. Here knots, knots, knots~

She didn't know what he was doing, exactly. Perhaps he had a qi.

"I've had this feeling for the past few days. Off and on. I've never really had it before. And when I did, I didn't really give two tosses about it...but this is apparently different."

[Marcus Prasad]

Knots, knots, FOUND!

His damn knees buckled as her fingers found just the right spot just above his shoulder blades.
"Oh....OH GOD! Oh Sweet Jesus...."
He gasped before letting out a low growl that was halfway between pleasure and pain. The thick corded muscled of his back quivered at her touch as he felt her go to work.

"Woman, you are fast becomming my new favorite person."


"I've had this feeling for the past few days. Off and on. I've never really had it before. And when I did, I didn't really give two tosses about it...but this is apparently different."

Marcus arched an eyebrow. Leon Sensei you cheeky little such and such. Now why would you be tailing a lovely little morsel like her? Trying to find a new Mommy for Spike now?

"Heh, I wonder why that could be."
He said sacrasticaly. Mabey he was making his master nervous then? Oooooh now THAT was a delicious thought. Or mabey it was something else? And who was that second signature? He felt like he should know it..........
"Question for you Minx.

[Aryn Valcoph]

That devious grin split her lips again, and she leaned against him a little so she could better move her arms, and thus, dig harder into the knot. Painful? Yes, but she admittedly wanted to make him squirm. Just a little bit of pay back~ She hid her face against his neck, her shoulders shaking with mirth.

"Hah! Gotcha!"

She knew exactly what she was doing to him.

"I'm not, already~?"

It was muffled but audible against his neck, with just enough pause before she quickly bit him. She wasn't gentle about it, either, but after she soothed the spot with a soft lick before brushing her lips against his skin.

"Hnn..." She hummed at his sarcasm. It seemed someone knew something she might suspect. Her eyes narrowed. Unless he did anything in response to her teeth tearing against his skin, however, she leaned back, just a little, but dug harder into his shoulders and the knots. Yessss, pleasure-pain.

She looked up, playing the innocent as to her massaging antics, and then smiled.

"Shoot, handsome."