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Post by Neo on Jun 10, 2008 23:36:00 GMT -5
He hadn't intended this when she'd approached him. She had been an easy diversion on his way through his plans, which involved someone specific. He'd meant to enjoy himself on the way, but only to a certain point which he could no longer resist crossing. He could feel how tightly she was wound with expectation, and as his lips found hers, they coaxed rather than demanded.
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Post by Mistress of Death on Jun 10, 2008 23:55:32 GMT -5
Mistress was overwhelmed with the familiarity of the emotions that swarmed her senses as she eased into the kiss. His lips brought her back to reality as she realized she knew who he was. She broke the kiss, reached up and took off his glasses. She searched his eyes, confirming her suspicions. "Why are you doing this again?" Along with the reality of him, the others in her life flashed through her mind before she pushed them away to focus on the present.
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Post by Neo on Jun 11, 2008 0:01:21 GMT -5
Neo's instantaneous look of shock melted quickly into annoyance as he snatched back his glasses. He slipped them back on and glanced around to be sure no one else had seen, then looked back at Mistress, his gaze taking in her costume all over again. "How the hell was I supposed to know it was you?!" he hissed.
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Post by Mistress of Death on Jun 11, 2008 0:14:15 GMT -5
"Oh please!" Mistress hissed back, the accusation in his voice instantly heating her into argument. Rather than stepping away, she held her ground, wishing she could just pound him. "You were probably laughing this whole time about how easy I was to manipulate. I can't believe I didn't realize sooner. What, were you trying to see how long it would take me to flee from your trap?" Her voice was still charmed, making the low whisper sensual instead of harsh as it was in her head.
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Post by Neo on Jun 11, 2008 0:19:27 GMT -5
"Yeah, like I've got nothing better to do than piss girls off! You were coming on to me, what was I supposed to think?" Neo had the presence of mind to remove his hands from her body, now that he knew who she was. There was tempting fate, and then there was asking for trouble.
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Post by Mistress of Death on Jun 11, 2008 0:37:14 GMT -5
"Me? Oh don't try to shift the blame Mister." She poked him in the chest with her index finger. "You were the one ogling me." Again she poked him for emphasis, "You were the one to get so close. You were the one to kiss me. Like I would ever initiate THAT!" Her voice rose slightly at this last word, her fists balled up in between them after her last poke. She was so caught up she didn't even realize she was free from his hold.
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Post by Neo on Jun 11, 2008 0:45:43 GMT -5
"You were practically shoving them in my face!" Neo caught Mistress's hands now that they'd stopped, preventing another poke, should she feel so inclined. "You approached me," he said, his voice level, but only with great control. "And don't pretend you didn't enjoy it." He'd meant toying with him, the entire conversation up to the kiss, but saying it, he decided the kiss could be included and be just as true. There had been that moment before she'd pulled back...
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Post by Mistress of Death on Jun 11, 2008 1:08:57 GMT -5
His last comment caught her off guard, and combined with the feel of his hands, her cheeks heated. She hoped that the heavy makeup covered the excess color flooding her face. She had opened her mouth to respond, but no words came to mind. She knew she couldn't lie and say she didn't enjoy the way he made her feel, he'd never believe it. Mistress still couldn't explain why she responded in such ways to him after knowing him. He wasn't her type. He was arrogant. He was manipulative. He was far to experienced. Realizing her mouth was hanging open, she quickly shut it, drawing her lower lip in between her teeth with uncertainty.
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Post by Neo on Jun 11, 2008 2:22:14 GMT -5
Neo's shielded gaze dropped to Mistress's lips, at first surprised she'd had no clever response, then suddenly considering. He didn't go after girls who were attached, there were too many things that could go wrong, but tonight...who were they tonight? He couldn't tear his eyes from the teasing motion of teeth against her lip. Without thinking, without allowing himself the opportunity, he rescued that tempting lip between his own and kissed her again.
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Post by Mistress of Death on Jun 11, 2008 21:43:33 GMT -5
Mistress stood still briefly as he slowly kissed her senseless. Only then did she relax, forgetting the world around her and thinking of nothing but the feel of his lips. Her arms made their way around his shoulders and her fingers combed through the hair at the base of his neck. For this moment she was lost to him.
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Post by Neo on Jun 11, 2008 21:52:11 GMT -5
Neo could feel the moment she gave over control, and it was a heady feeling, one that appealed to his most basic, primal self. For once in what seemed like the longest time, he was in control of something, something soft and pliant in his arms, sweet to the taste. She didn't demand, so he didn't fight, but carefully stoked the pleasure between them. His arms slipped around her waist, pulling her lightly against him, recalling how skittish she had been last time and feeling his way cautiously.
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Post by Mistress of Death on Jun 22, 2008 12:55:37 GMT -5
Mistress melted into the embrace, allowing Neo to lead her wherever he may. She could feel the heat from his body against her even through their clothes. The touch of him caused her to shiver with unknown anticipation. She tried to match him at each new step, following his example. Their tongues danced between their mouths, each exploring the other while fueling the flames of desire. A small voice in the back of Mistress's head was telling her to stop, that this was all wrong. It was lost and ignored beneath the pounding of her heartbeat.
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Post by Neo on Jun 22, 2008 13:10:55 GMT -5
Neo's brows knitted, the innocent desire, the instinctive press of her body against his driving him perilously near insanity. His hands spread against her back, grounding her to him, taking her in through the press of palms and fingers. He purposefully deepened the kiss, slowly plundering the sweet hollow of her mouth, seeking to drive her dizzy, to remove any possibility of thought from her mind. It was intoxicating, and he wanted her drunk with the power of it.
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Post by Mistress of Death on Jun 22, 2008 13:25:20 GMT -5
Mistress clung to him for support, her legs feeling like they couldn't support her as he swept her further away from reality. She could taste his hunger for her, feel his need mixed with hers. She forgot about her limited experience in this arena, her masked character of the night still loaning her courage even if he'd discovered her true identity. He made it so she didn't need to know where they were headed, and she just allowed him to show her the way.
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Post by Neo on Jun 22, 2008 13:36:06 GMT -5
The moment had grown painfully intense, and Neo needed more, needed something else to satisfy the tightly leashed energy spreading through his body. He was wary of breaking the kiss, though he wanted to taste her skin desperately. He held back, focused the tension he felt into the slick motion of the kiss, but his hands moved, unable to stay still with such temptation pressed against him. One slid up her back, tangling in the silken strands of her hair, and the other slid down, slowly molding over the curve of her bottom.
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