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Post by Scar Bourke on Apr 23, 2010 0:49:19 GMT -5
A smirk crossed his face once more, "So I've been told." And he had been told numerous times, usually hours before whoever said it was falling back into their bed with him. He raised an eyebrow at her statement wondering what it was that she needed him to do.
"And what is that?" He resisted the urge to waggle his eyebrows at her or make a comment about taking her to bed. This seemed like something else.
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Post by Christina Mathers on Apr 24, 2010 22:28:42 GMT -5
Make that two, she thought, shaking the idea from her head. Business before pleasure. Unless, of course, you were in the business of pleasure which she was at the moment. Many women would scoff at the thought of using their feminine wiles to get what they wanted and despite being the ones on the receiving end of the proposition, so would many men, but unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) for Christiana she had no shame. She was so much more than her breast and thighs, but had no problem playing the part for her gain.
But what the heck. She was due for some fun. "What've you got planned for the rest of the night, Scar?" Chrisitana wasn't one to pussyfoot, but she rarely made any kind of "deal" straight out. It was something from her old ways that she would never lose. The thing that made her such an important asset to begin with.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Apr 27, 2010 17:27:31 GMT -5
Shrugging his shoulder lightly Scar finished his cigarette and dropped the butt to the ground. He didn't have any specific plans, he'd had some things he'd wanted to take care of but they could wait. He sent her a wink, "Planning on filling my night up?"
It had seemed like she'd wanted something other then sex but if that's what she wanted he was not going to object. He'd been wanting to get her in bed since he'd first laid his eyes on her and that hadn't changed in the slightest. Scar smirked slightly as he let his eyes drift over her body once more.
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Post by Christina Mathers on Apr 27, 2010 18:46:08 GMT -5
The night was young, but filling up the remainder of it was something she could do. She was very skilled in her craft and enjoyed showing off. She was a Leo after all. She subtly and incautiously bit her bottom lip while moving closer to him. "I can," she smiled. "better than anyone else."
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Post by Scar Bourke on Apr 27, 2010 18:51:02 GMT -5
His smirk widened as his eyes became trained on her lips. "Can ye now, lass?" Without even realizing it, his accent had thickened right along with the blood flowing through his veins. He was never shy when it came to women and he wasn't going to start being now. "What'd you have in mind?"
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Post by Christina Mathers on Apr 27, 2010 19:17:20 GMT -5
Christiana leaned in towards him, placing one hand on his leg and the other on his cheek until their lips were only inches apart. Turning her head slightly, she whispered into his ear, "Come back to my place."
He put her on edge, but in a good way. A very good way. Everything from his roughness to his accent made her hair stand on end. The excitement for what lay ahead sparked in her eyes. It was a good feeling she hadn't had for some time.
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Post by Scar Bourke on May 3, 2010 14:37:56 GMT -5
Scar's smirk widened just a bit at her words and he ran his hand up Christiana's arm. "Let's get going then," He definitely didn't mind going back to her place, in fact, it'd been something he'd been wanting to do since he met her. Wrapping his arm around her waist he turned to start walking. "Lead the way, lass."
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