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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 19, 2013 1:00:50 GMT -8
"Kay...." She said, sounding more annoyed that he had stopped to tell her something momentarily irrelevant rather than the fact that it was true and very much relevant.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 19, 2013 1:06:33 GMT -8
"Are you going to be able to play nice?"
He asked, his voice hardening. Things needed to go right with this. And he knew Bastille could have a temper about her. He was worried that she might decide that she was quick enough with a steak knife and could stab his jugular before he could react.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 19, 2013 1:12:42 GMT -8
"I wont ruin my dress if that's what you mean" She said idly, slowly getting more agitated at him ruining her moment. "Or my shoes, god damn those were hard to find" She mused.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 19, 2013 1:14:35 GMT -8
He let out a small snort.
"Good to hear."
And he leaned in to capture her lips in his again, shifting his hands down and behind her to give her ass a quick squeeze.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 19, 2013 1:22:28 GMT -8
Bastille stared as he came in. A quick glimmer in her eyes before she closed them softly and allowed him to capture her for the moment.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 19, 2013 1:29:37 GMT -8
His hips shifted under her as he leaned in a bit closer, deepening the kiss. His hands sliding up her body just running over her curves. It felt like a victory, she was no longer probing for now. He just had to hope that Rai and Leon knew how to keep their damn mouths shut.
Slowly breaking the kiss, a small grin dancing across his lips he pressed them against hers once more for a quick kiss. Almost like a signature for the previous kiss.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 20, 2013 0:40:21 GMT -8
Bastille sighed.
"Alright it's been at least a week since I had sex and before that it was 9 months. Can I just be blunt and remind you that foreplay with me is HIGHLY overrated?"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 20, 2013 1:00:37 GMT -8
"What can I say, I enjoy it sometimes."
Which was true enough. It felt nice. And making her miserable and annoyed was always a perk. It was a control thing. For his own enjoyment.
"If you want to have sex you can always just ask. I can oblige you."
But he totally wanted her to ask.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 20, 2013 1:03:48 GMT -8
"You want foreplay you can always just ask, I will oblige you." two can play at that game ass hat. Red eyes narrowed.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 20, 2013 1:07:58 GMT -8
He barked out a laugh and leaned back in his seat.
"You're cute sometimes. You know that?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 20, 2013 1:09:55 GMT -8
Bastille just stared, her brow raised. Was that a challenge? Because it sounded like a challenge.... A small smirk played at the edge of her lips, twitching it up as her mind ran over countless scenarios. How to wipe that smug look off his face and turn that smile into a breathless "oh". Oh yah, countless scenarios.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 20, 2013 1:17:44 GMT -8
The corner of his left eyebrow tugged upward at her smirk. Clearly the woman was planning something. Likely devious, probably fun, certainly involving him. Whether it was how to get him in to bed or whether or not to try and stab him in the throat was debatable, but the mystery was fun.
"Dare."
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