A Special Package [Marcus/Open]

[Marcus Prasad]

And Squirm he did! Staggering backwards under her vicious assault, Marcus finaly admitted defeat and collapsed onto a dust covered sofa.

"Ooooooh my god you're a biter too......"
Biting and massages. If Marcus had his way, he would take Aryn home with him and keep her on a keychain.

"Well......What....Oh Daaaaamn........What I wanted to ask.....Was......Were you around other guys when you felt like you were being watched?"

[Aryn Valcoph]

"I am~" Aryn conceded with a devious grin as she leaned back, practically cooing the words out. She wasn't bothered by the jostling as he collapsed onto the sofa, and continued on with her ruthless massage.

If he let her, she would shimmy out of his arms to shift and straddle Marcus' lap to continue, never once blinking at the fact that she was only in her underwear. She renewed her attack on the knots in his shoulders, listening for his question.

She pursed her lips, encountering a particularly...stubborn knot, and continued working that out.

"Mostly, yes. Off and on, but sparsely, otherwise."

This was sounding suspicious...but she mentally shrugged.

Aryn wasn't stopping this.

[Marcus Prasad]

Free massages from a bodacious and quite nubile half naked woman? Marcus definatly didn't want this to stop. as she straddled him, Marcus would lean back and let his hands stretch out to either side of him, supported atop of the backrest of the sofa.
His head would flop and swerve as he allowed himself to be lost in the dilerium from the endorphin rush as she attacked his knots.

Which meant his face essentialy went right into lucious busom.
Nibble, nibble, lick.

"Reeeaaaaally now."
Marcus said knowingly as he looked up, searching for Aryns lips and attacking them with his own. Eventualy he would move on to nibble at her earlobe and whisper in a sing songy voice.

"I know who your stalker is."

[Aryn Valcoph]

Aryn was completely fine with this.

So fine, of course, that she really, really liked it.

She sighed softly, arching her back at the nibbles and licks, maybe pausing ever-so-briefly in her massage... But she soon returned to it, tilting her head as though deciding whether she wanted to stay right here, or slide around and encourage him to shimmy forwards so she could perch behind him.

Decisions, decisions...

"Mhm~"

A smirk quirked her lips as her head tilted back as he skimmed upwards, but she tipped forwards once again, as if knowing what he wanted. Perhaps even how. Aryn sidled closer. She dove into the kiss with no hesitation, as was her style, her hands working their way up the back of his neck to knead there. A low, soft moan worked itself in the back of her throat and escaped as she tilted her head to the side, allowing him access.

Ohhh-hhh~ Damn. A shiver rolled down her spine at the nibble to her ear, but she blinked rapidly and narrowed her eyes just a little as she heard the sing-songy words.

"Mmm, that so~?"

Yep. Suspicious. She turned her head a little to skim her lips over his jaw, and just start to creep down his neck with teasing nibbles and tiny brushes of her tongue. Teasing, and definitely not biting. Aryn rotated her hips in a slow swivel, smirking. Two could play that game!

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon would look to Mathew.

"Now?"

Totally just realizing they where perched ontop of the ruins of a mall.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew shook his head.

"Soon. Give it another minute."

He looked at Leon.

"Together? Or.....?"

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon would lower his eyes to the two, letting them go to half mast.

"Stagger... They will be expecting me. Marcus can sense me."

He assumed.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew lets out an evil chuckle. One so evil it would be bone chilling.

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon would shivver from the bone chilling laughter.

[Marcus Prasad]

Marcus was definatly enjoying this little game in every sense of the word. This wasen't anything like with Delilah and Marcus understood that. It would seem they both knew exactly what this was and what relieved him the most was how comfortable they both were about it.
'My GOD dem hips! Must...keep pants....on!'

"Well, think about it."
He would purr, his head tilted upwards as Aryn went to work on his neck which was quite an effective way to turn him into pudding.
"A Stalker, stays out of sight, always when your around guys. Do you happen to have a Boyfriend who's the Jealous type?"

[Aryn Valcoph]

Oboy. Oboy. Did she ever know what this was! A lot of mutual fun! Too bad it couldn't go further than making out--Aryn probably would have been well on her way to making sure they were both boneless and completely sated, otherwise.

With the question, Aryn gave her hips another merciless twist, distinctly frowning against Marcus' neck.

"Now, don't we sound like we're all back in highschool~? I wouldn't call him a boyfriend. I s'ppose exclusive fuck buddy is most appropriate, and I've got no clue on the jealousy bit."

Another sneaky, but softer, bite, and she seemed to brighten. She seemed to ignore the fact that Marcus had pretty much just singled out Leon to her. Maybe for a reason...or several.

"Aryn, by the way. We should totally be BFFFB's. Cause chaos, completely set people on fire with steamy, amazingly fun, public displays. Pranks~ Think of how fun it'd be."

BFFFB's. Best Friends Forever Fuck Buddies. Just without the fucking bit--it was just more fun to say.

Sad Aryn. :'C

[Mathew Amtrum]

Well since Leon wasn't going to go first it seemed that meant it was Mathew. He would back up from the ledge to give himself a little bit of distance before running forward at full blast. Leaping off the ledge with a leg stretched out. His body propelling toward Marcus. Leon could join in when he thought enough time had passed.

"DYNAMIC ENTRY!"

[Marcus Prasad]

"Now, don't we sound like we're all back in highschool~? I wouldn't call him a boyfriend. I s'ppose exclusive fuck buddy is most appropriate, and I've got no clue on the jealousy bit."

"That sounds.....kinda boring actualy. Surprised a girl like you agreed to something like that."
His eyes went wide with horror when he suddenly realized the implications of what he just said.
"You know, A Girl who's as free with her affections so to speak as you. Not that there's anything at ALL wrong with that! Hell naw."

The "Naw." Quickly turned into a grunt as the man squirmed underneath her. If she kept doing that lovely little squirmy thing she did with her hips just ONE MORE TIME, he was likely to tear his pants off, peel her panties down and have at it right then and there.

"Aryn, by the way. We should totally be BFFFB's. Cause chaos, completely set people on fire with steamy, amazingly fun, public displays. Pranks~ Think of how fun it'd be."

"Marcus. I don't know what a 'Biffub' is, but if it involves more of this[/i] I'm ALL for it! Sounds about as much fun as-"

"DYNAMIC ENTRY!"

"Dynamic wha-FUCK!?!"

Marcus looked up, suddenly comming to the reasonable conclusion that he was under attack.
His first impulse? SAVE THE GIRL!

Lurching forward, Marcus would hug Aryn tightly to himself as he tucked into a roll and stopped at a crouch with her still held against his chest just as something impacted heavily into the couch he was just lounging on, kicking up a fuck ton of dust.

"Ok, who the FUCK is interupting booya sexy time?"

[Aryn Valcoph]

An eyebrow arched and an Oh really now? look crossed Aryn's expressive face. As she'd been moving her hands back down to those troublesome knots, it wasn't hard to find a fresh one and dig in - none-too-gently - though it was quickly done and she eased up on the pressure almost immediately. Just a warning. Perhaps he'd done a good job at placating her--but Marcus was right to slam it into reverse.

It was the groan that probably helped most of all.

"It would be pretty boring, if not for the," She leaned in just a little, "Loopholes I find~ I like creating my own fun and pushing my bonds to the limit."

She didn't do another sneaky little twist as she leaned in, breathing the words against Marcus' ear. Nope. What she did was worse. Much worse. It was just too bad - and yet, fortunate, for her - that he still had pants on. She was definitely caught up in the moment, though, judging by the breathy moan that escaped between parted lips as she arched her back to griii--

"DYNAMIC ENTRY!"

'Wat.'

"Dynamic wha-FUCK!?!"

'The fuck.'

--iiind, when Marcus basically flipped them forwards.

"Oh shit--!"

She tucked her chin in, and that was pretty much all she had time for as her world got flip-turned upside down. Literally. It was definitely nice to be cradled close, though, and she ducked her head further to cough and hopefully not sneeze with the dust choking the air. For extra stability in this odd - but not uncomfortable, for her! - position, Aryn slowly curved her long, lithe legs around Marcus...and didn't even mentally apologize for the potential distraction.

As the dust cleared, Aryn's head would tip back, long hair brushing across the floor. She was somewhat used to seeing the world upside down, and peered for their attacker as the tips of her fingers absently swirled in a few soothing strokes against Marcus' neck before they stilled.

If she saw Mathew, she would blink.

"Oh. It's you." Not quite disrespectful, but not oozing with respect, either; it was somewhat amused, however. Her tongue clicked in her mouth. "If you're tailing Leon again for something he forgot to do for you and Bastille, he's not here. Leave a message and I'll deliver it when I spot him, next. Wait for the beep. ...beep~"

Of course, this depended on whether or not Mathew was continuing his assault.

[Mr. Kaar]

"DYNAMIC LIGHTNING EXPLOSION ENTRY!"

Leon would scream as full charge he'd come sailing in like a lighting bolt aimed for Arny and the male wrapped about her, electricity shooting everywhere once he'd hit. If they dodged or not the electrical splash damage would be enough in Leon's opinion to at least not feel very good.