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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 5, 2013 21:13:08 GMT -8
"Huh, impossible…"
She would say nothing to infer she felt otherwise. Maybe that was impossible. Maybe it wasn't. But Delilah's life was full of impossible things; near brushes with death, surviving an apocalypse, flying, making a clockwork dragon from her Qi, having super powers in the first place, and having Stu find her based on a hunch that she might be alive...in comparison, rubbing off even the teeniest bit on someone was far more feasible. Or so she hoped.
She wasn't out to change his nature; only to simply be and hope that was enough to influence him. Time would tell...and she wouldn't force anything on him. It wasn't her way.
As a comfortable silence lapsed between them, Delilah laid her head down on his shoulder, facing the side of his angular jaw and long neck. Flickering eyelashes and her slowed breathing would brush against his neck as she nestled against him, content with where she was.
"You liiike me,"
Cain might be able to feel her mouth work into a smile from her closeness to his throat, "Shut uuuup," she whispered back, adopting his taunting little tone...and completely, shamelessly, admitting to it. "You like me, too." |
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Post by Vespyr on Mar 6, 2013 1:52:13 GMT -8
Like? You?
He could have laughed. The smile on Cain's face shrunk a little bit, but not much. Why did that word always give him an itch? He never really considered what it meant to actually like someone rather than simply enjoy their company (with whatever connotation 'company' happened to mean, depending on the person). But to actually like someone felt like an accusation, as if it was something more than just a four-letter word.
"What's not to like?" the man replied with a little air of flippancy, as if he didn't have a choice in the matter, hoping to avoid further suspicion or any prodding the girl might have in that regard. That was one thing that bothered him about most women: they always seemed to want to know things; things about feelings; boring stuff. Delilah didn't seem like the kind of girl to make contracts out of kisses, and he hoped he was right. The remaining twist of a confident grin at the corner of his lips would hide any and all of those thoughts from view, though, as he walked his fingers meditatively along Delilah's bare shoulder blades. His other hand wove carefully through her hair, stroking the dark locks with a sleepy sort of softness. Unless she said anything else, the gentle movement of his hand would slow as the minutes passed, a fainter and fainter touch until his fingers finally lay motionless and nestled peacefully against her.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 6, 2013 16:29:59 GMT -8
TELL ME YOUR FEELS Silence met his remark, her only acknowledgment a small rise and fall of one of her shoulders, resting her tracey hand at the base of his throat. In fact, it was strange to her that he didn't simply deny it outright. Was he trying to appease her? It seemed unlikely, given what she knew about him...but she could find no better explanation. Just wanted to be left alone, to avoid sharing his thoughts?
Curious...
She had no illusions of love or romance. She couldn't expect that from someone like him. Their whole little "deal", while he had agreed to it suspiciously quickly, seemed to indicate that he was at least willing to lie so that he could have his cake and eat it too. That seemed more likely than the OTHER option, which was that he was genuinely all for her little plan.
Yeah that was pretty doubtful.
She didn't dwell long on that, however. She had her little plans and--oooh, MY, that thing he was doing with her shouldersand her hair was NICE.
Practically purring at his touch, Delilah soon began to drift into a light doze, unable to fully commit to sleeping while so...exposed. So they would rest, cradled against each other as the night moved on, a moment of stillness in their opposite lives.
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Post by Vespyr on Mar 7, 2013 2:07:37 GMT -8
Dawn hadn't quite crept up on the horizon when Cain opened his eyes again, tiredly, only having dozed for a couple hours. He gazed across the dim room through slitted eyelids with a silent emptiness in his eyes as though he hadn't really woken up yet. He didn't move for a few minutes but let his eyes and his mind wander from the lightening dark outside the window, over to the familiar wing-back chair, down to the woman lying against him. Regaining awareness of his hands, his fingers curled a little against Delilah's skin before trailing away from where they'd been resting. Cain reached down toward the floor to feel around for a handful of clothes and left his fingers buried in the denim of his jeans while he ran the thumb of his other hand carefully along Delilah's jawline. His red gaze rested on her face for a moment before panning back up to the windows with a calmly pensive look; the sun would be up soon, now was a good time to leave. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 7, 2013 12:12:07 GMT -8
When Cain's breathing changed as he drifted out of slumber, Delilah's eyes opened a crack. Listening to the silence that engulfed them, save for their slow breaths and the beat of his heart, a rhythm she tracked in the shifts of his pulse.
He moved and she shifted slightly to accommodate him, moving into the slight touch of his hand on her jaw. Opening her eyes all the way, she lifted her eyes to his, smiling with a gentleness that was completely absent the night before.
"About that time, huh?" she queried softly, indicating the hand reaching for his clothes.
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Post by Vespyr on Mar 7, 2013 12:20:22 GMT -8
"Yeah, 'bout that time." Cain affirmed as he dragged a handful of clothes up from the floor, both his and hers, though other garments were sure to be strewn elsewhere. Everywhere. He pulled his jeans and boxers from the mix and then took a moment to stretch, pulling his arms back behind his head and lifting his chest and spine up from the seat a little. After that he'd prop himself up with one elbow on the arm rest, to give the girl a moment or two to untangle herself from him so they could both get dressed. He'd watch her out of the corner of his eye with a hint of amusement, though not so discreet about it. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 7, 2013 16:01:46 GMT -8
She let out a slight grunt as he sat up, untwining their legs and unsticking their skin. She sat for a moment, scratching absent at the long, rope-like scar that bisected her torso from the centre of her sternum to her navel, trying to locate her discarded garments by back tracking a bit. Chuckling softly, she found her bra behind the couch, her shirt strewn across a candlebra and her pants with attached implements of destruction were lying not that far away, fortunately from where Cain had located his.
As they dressed in silence, she noticed him watching her rather shamelessly from the corners of his eyes. In response, as she dressed, she would work the clothes over her body in a reverse strip tease. Once they were on, she dropped, forcing herself through a quick twenty push ups to get her blood flowing, just to maintain the routine. Though, the less than discreet glances she had been throwing his way as he dressed had almost made that unnecessary.
"So, figure anything out about that guy we met a few weeks back?" The asked, sitting down on the couch again to quickly lace her boots.
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Post by Vespyr on Mar 7, 2013 21:41:29 GMT -8
As Cain rose to his feet to pull up his jeans, he glanced around for his shirt and jacket and spotted them slumped precariously over the back of the couch as if they were about to fall. He leaned over and plucked them off of it as Delilah asked her question. She'd see the corner of his mouth twitch out of its calm smile into a more skeptical look for just a moment.
"Not yet," he replied, with a sour twinge of determination in his tone. He slipped his arms into his shirt and pulled it down over his head with a faint sigh. Soon. The man dropped lazily back onto the couch beside Delilah and bent over to pull on his boots, only loosely tugging on the red laces and wrapping them around his shins rather than lacing them up all the way. He leaned back after that and spread his long arms across the back of the couch, for a moment contemplative. The deep red stare he kept fixed to Delilah now rooted itself down to his feet, his ankles crossed, seeming to quietly admire the dried, sticky bloodstains that covered them.
"I don't know shit about him. Don't even know where to start looking. Can't even remember what he said to me," Cain admitted, gritting his teeth to display frustration.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 7, 2013 22:28:22 GMT -8
She grinned, straightening her back once her boots were laced to combing out her long, ebony hair with her fingers to tease out the tangles (and the dried blood), eyes trained on his face.
"S'that right," she said in a tone that clearly indicated that she wasn't in the least bit surprised. "That's a shame..." she dug around in the couch cushions for a moment before finding her hair clip buried in the fabric; She collected her hair loosely at the back of her head with a twist, and clipped the hair in place. "Gosh, if only someone else had been there to hear what he said. Maybe then you would have some clue for what he did to you and what would come next." she tsk'd, still smiling brightly. Her tone was very much 'I know something you don't know'.
Still looking at him, Delilah leaned her elbows on her knees again, resting her chin on the bridge of her laced fingers.
"A damn shame~."
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Post by Vespyr on Mar 8, 2013 13:54:33 GMT -8
Cain turned to the girl with a rather suspicious, almost completely not-amused look. One hand slyly slid down to the seat of the couch and he leaned in close toward her. Assertive, not quite domineering. The corners of his lips pulled into a taut, sarcastic grin. His brow rose. Crimson eyes locked onto hers with a vestige of calm, nearly playful, and as he brought his face near to the side of hers as if he were going to kiss her on the cheek she’d feel his steady breath by her ear.
”Start talking.” he growled. The grin pulled back at the corners of his mouth in an almost manic way, gritted teeth parted, and the tip of his devilish tongue swiped at Delilah’s earlobe. There would be a quiet clack of sharp teeth but he didn’t bite her; just a little threat, but not much of one, to her.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 8, 2013 17:19:28 GMT -8
Her own little grin widened at his expression. One man had so many different smiles; and while he was smiling, he was less than amused. The intensity and flat sheen to his embers-for-eyes belied the mirthless smile that pulled his lips over those sharp teeth...while he looked teasing and playful, she felt that he was very serious about this. Delilah met his gaze with calm amusement as he leaned in towards her, clearly delighting in his reaction. It reminded her when she had revealed the lie of Anna to him in this very place, how he had looked, the aura he had exuded. That predatory stillness.
"I dunno..." she sighed almost dramatically, tilting her head a little bit to the side, baring her throat to him daringly. She was thoroughly enjoying this: the tantalizing little lick to her ear, the warm breath carressing little free floating strands of dark hair against her cheek, the audible 'click' of his teeth coming together, his scent, the heat radiating from his body. Delilah inhaled deeply, basking in all this as her eyes drifted shut. One of her hands dropped away from the bridge they made and began drawing absently up and down his outstretched arm, just brushing his skin with the tips of her fingers.
"You're already so strong," she simpered playfully, still speaking with a hint of tone that sounded like 'I've got a secret~' and obviously goading him with a more or less insincere flattery. "I don't know if you really need what he has...are you still thirsty? He said you would be..." she trailed off vaguely, laughing inwardly to herself.
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Post by Vespyr on Mar 8, 2013 19:16:26 GMT -8
Well if she was going to play it that way…
You know what I want… I know what you want.
Cain leaned back, slow and deliberate. He kept his eyes fixed on hers should she open them again, and when she did she’d be greeted with the same demanding fire… from a distance. The man had reclined comfortably toward the opposite side of the couch with his arms calmly crossed.
”Thirsty’s a good way to put it,” he remarked with one eyebrow raised at her, questioning.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 8, 2013 19:44:41 GMT -8
And then he leaned away!! It was very disappointing, she even pouted a little, devilishly, but her eyes narrowed shrewdly when she opened them. Oh no, she wasn't willing to give up their little game just yet.
She had a few things on her side; knowledge and a
She raised an eyebrow, letting her hand slip back into it's former position as she peered at him, still calmly delighting in his predicament. So stubborn.
Another thing they had in common.
"I can imagine."
And then she would just sit there, looking at him, waiting for his next move.
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Post by Vespyr on Mar 8, 2013 20:20:45 GMT -8
Cain kept his challenging gaze rooted to her for just a moment more… long enough to tell that she wasn’t going to give in that easily. Did she want him to beg for it? He chuckled out loud. Nope, never. He could tell when he was outmatched, but surrender was never an option… so it would have to be a standoff.
He stared at her for just a moment longer, narrowing his eyes a little. Then he closed them. He slapped his hands decisively to his knees and stood up. ”Well,” he sighed as he casually ran a hand through his hair and trailed it back again, fluffing up the black spikes a bit. His hand dropped to his side and he scooped his jacket up from the couch.
”Can I drop ya anywhere?” he asked, fishing the car keys out of his jacket pocket. He dangled them while he looked down at her with his brow raised, expectant… his grin still a little taut.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 8, 2013 20:46:34 GMT -8
She watched him get to his feet with a genuine look of surprise for a moment...and then saw that not-quite-a-grin look still stretching his lips as he dug through his pocket for his keys. For a moment, she would simply eye him, unimpressed.
"Pfffffttt."
Her face quickly dissolved into one of laughter, Delilah waved her hand at him to indicate he should put the keys away, at least for the moment while she grinning in amusement. That had been informative, to say the least. She patted the couch beside her invitingly and leaned back against the couch in comfort. She had lost, but damn if she wasn't gonna act like she had won anyway.
"Now now, what's the rush~? Ven aqui, amante. We still have much to discuss."
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