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Post by kiipcha on Jul 27, 2011 21:12:47 GMT -5
Anya let out a long breath as she sat down in one of the comfy chairs bordering the walls of the game room. She had just practiced dancing in the dance room for 3 hours and was exhausted. But she wasn't tired enough to go to bed, instead she had taken a shower, straightened her red hair, and thrown on a skirt and a tight fitted t-shirt before heading down to the game room.
It had been awhile since she had relaxed but she felt that she deserved it. She hardly came down to the game room as she was usually either too busy with classes, practicing her flying, and practicing ballet. Some people may have thought of Anya as uptight and Anya knew that, which was also part of the reason she thought that it may do her good to have a little fun.
All around her Anya could see and hear her fellow students chatting the night away and laughing with their friends. But Anya couldn't really see anyone she recognized or knew terribly well. Wanting to still have a little fun, the Russian girl got up from her seat and walked over to one of the empty pool tables. Even if she didn't have anyone to play with she thought she could at least practice so that when she did she wouldn't utterfly fail. She hadn't played pool all that often but she knew the rules well enough that she could still make an attempt if someone offered her a chance to play. |
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Post by loganhyde on Jul 27, 2011 23:40:51 GMT -5
 THE TRUTH COMES OUT EVENTUALLY( • S H A M E O N Y O U - S H A M E O N M E. • )
The crackling of turning pages could be heard faintly as dancing brown eyes looked through a well worn issue of Harley Magazine. Logan's face was furrowed, concentrating on the delicate designs of the much loved motorcycles. He was currently working on one, and had done so with many others over the years. You could say it was a hobby, others might call it an obsession.
With the tapping of shoes walking passed him, Logan let only his eyes peer over the paper at the person who interrupted his reading. Magnificent locks of fiery red met him, which was more than enough for him to lift his head to properly see the girl making her way to one of the neglected pool tables. Brown orbs followed the hair, right down to the tiny skirt that wrapped around her well toned legs. Alright, she had his full attention now. And he wasn't the only one that liked what he saw, and he adjusted his pants accordingly.
Dropping the magazine lightly onto his lap, Logan watched this mesmerizing woman for a moment, a plan twisting its way into his mind. Now, he had to get her attention. Forgetting about the magazine, Logan stood up shaking out his holey jeans and straitening his black singlet. Clearing his throat, he strutted casually over to her, resting a smooth hand on the aging pool table.
"Evening, Miss. Fancy a game?"
A devious grin spread onto his lips, his brown eyes flashing quickly as he checked her out again from the front. Delicious.
AS I SPOKE MY FORK TONGUE SHOWED( • S H A M E O N M E - S H A M E O N Y O U • )W O R D S • 263
T A G G E D • Anya
N O T E S • Woof
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Post by kiipcha on Jul 28, 2011 0:00:01 GMT -5
Anya turned around to the greeting of a young man. Her brown eyes met him and she smiled at his question. She quickly looked him over before responding. He stood about six inches taller than her, with brown hair trimmed down to the scalp. Both his mischevious smile and rugged clothing told her that he was definately typical bad boy. At first she raised an eyebrow with skeptism, but soon figured that it couldn't hurt to have a little fun.
She wasn't a stranger to flings either, as she had had a few with some of the boys back in Russia, but she never let them last long as most of the boys there wanted a women who would listen to their every command and she wasn't willing to do that.
Anya let a smile show on her lips and agreed to his offer. "Sure, why not. I'm warning you though, I'm not all that good." She could feel his eyes looking at her front but she was used to it as the boys at her ballet academy would constantly check out the girls before performances. "My name is Anya by the way. And yours is?" |
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Post by loganhyde on Jul 28, 2011 10:28:30 GMT -5
LOGAN [/size][/center] Logan smiled mischievously as the pretty girl accept his invite for a game. The little raise of her brow suggested she was going to refuse the offer, but it vanished as quickly as it had come, and a warm smile graced her petite face. Excellent. And what was this? She wasn't that good eh? Nothing Logan couldn't help her with.
"Logan, pleasure."
He quipped, turning to receive two pool cues from the wall. Polishing them off with chalk, Logan let his eyes catch hers.
"Ladies first."
He was a small talker man. Especially to beautiful women. He found often times his quick conversations found them wanting more, like he had a secret he wouldn't share. He wouldn't lie, sometimes it didn't work, and as they quickly lost interest, Logan would mentally note it. If he didn't get them the first time, he would try again and again, until he got his prize. Which was of course, ninety nine point nine percent of the time.
Logan wasn't the relationship type. He just couldn't picture himself tied down, the very life being sucked out of him from a controlling woman. Even timid didn't work so well for him, their personalities would just clash too much. Which left him with nothing, thus no relationship. Logan was more than happy doing his own little thing, and the girls that played along obviously liked it too. It was win-win.
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Post by kiipcha on Jul 28, 2011 12:25:53 GMT -5
She rested the cue against the table, balancing it so that it wouldn't fall without someone pushing it. Anya then collected all of the billiard balls to place them inside the triangle. After moving the triangle around on the table and placing it to her liking she picked up the cue once more , placing her right hand on the thicker end and her left hand on the smaller end. She bent over the table, eyeing how she would make her first shot.
She knew that Logan would be looking at her right now, but she didn't mind, she had everything covered up so his view would be rather limited. The Russian girl smiled slightly as she thought of his frustration. Her focus was drawn back to the game yet the smile lingered on her face.
Her hand pushed forward the end of the cue, causing the tip to strike the first ball in the triangle with a clack. But instead of hitting the middle of the ball she had hit the bottom, sending the ball up about two inches into the air before thumping back onto the table. The rest of the balls bounced off the sides of the table until slowing to a stop, neither of them having gone in to the pockets on the sides. Anya straightened herself up again and cringed at her less than satisfactory shot, she hadn't even messed up on purpose. She did manage to smile though and turned back to Logan, "Told you I wasn't that good." |
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Post by loganhyde on Aug 22, 2011 22:06:19 GMT -5
LOGAN [/size][/center] An ever lingering grin grace Logans lips as he watched Anya ready the table for a game. She moved ever so gracefully, silky hands almost caressing each ball as she placed them within the triangle. He cocked his head slightly as she bent over, her fiery red curls bouncing to illuminate her chest area.
Logan couldn't see anything of decent exposure, but sometimes that was even hotter. Left more to the imagination. Her tight fitting shirt didn't help though, hugging her well toned form invitingly. He leaned against one of the high stools surrounding the pool table, brown orbs seeming to dance as he watched her movements with keen interest.
Shifting his eyesight in time to see her flop shot, Logans grin grew a little wider. It made his job that much more easier. Relieving himself from his rested position, Logan eased over beside Anya, one rough hand making sure to touch her own as he gently took the cue.
"First shots are always dead shots." [/center] Logan cooed, shooting her an intriguing smile. And to emphasize his point, Logan lined up his own shot lazily, brown orbs looking up at the red head cheekily as he made a purposely sabotaged shot. The balls cluttered around the table noisily, but none sank into any holes. Nodding to himself, Logan found his way beside Anya again, raising his brows. "You see?" [/center] He would let Anya take another shot before closing the awkward gap between them. He was sure once he wrapped himself around that stunning body of hers in a 'helping' manner, Anya would relax furthermore, and that was when the real fun would begin. [/size][/justify][/blockquote] |
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Post by kiipcha on Aug 22, 2011 22:29:10 GMT -5
Logan's hands touched Anya's and she shot a sly smile over to him. All of this was so out of character, she almost never led guys on like this. Though it was obvious that this boy didn't seem to be much of a relationship guy so she figured fooling around couldn't be too bad. Right?
"First shots are always dead shots." Just to prove his point Logan shot a bad shot. It wouldn't have shocked Anya if he had done that on purpose, in fact she was pretty sure he did, but she would let him go on with his little flirty moves. Waiting for the real fun to begin. "You see." She resisted the temptation to roll her eyes, and instead smiled sweetly and nodded her head. "Guess you're right." Anya moved closer to him, taking the cue from his hands, making sure that her shoulder brushed his. A little smirk played up her face and her brown eyes sparked. "My turn."
Bending over the pool table once more she took another shot. Even though she had actually tried for it to be a good shot it ended up about the same as the last; bad. The only thing that really resulted from her shot were one of the balls hitting the corner and rolling almost exactly to its original spot. If she and Logan ended up not doing anything, unlikely, at least she was hoping to gain some sort of pool experience from this. She straightened and looked back at the older teen with doe like eyes. "Help me?" |
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Post by loganhyde on Aug 22, 2011 23:40:13 GMT -5
LOGAN [/size][/center]
Logan chuckled lightly as Anya insisted he was right. The cheeky glint in her own eyes suggested she was receiving, and playing on his advances. The brush of her shoulder on his cemented the very thought, and he offered a clueless smile. Game on.
The next few minutes went like clockwork, she lined up another shot, and took it. It was yet another shocker, and this pleased him. She was practically inviting him to help her.
As Logan went to take the cue for his turn, Anya met him with pleading eyes. Very well practiced, pleading eyes that is. If her body movements hadn't suggested he help her, her clear, soft ordering question most definitely did.
"Sure."
[/center] He breathed, that cheeky smile ever vigilant. Forfeiting his shot, Logan eased himself behind the girl, one hand gently maneuvering her waist into position, whilst the other straightened her cue arm. "Keep it firm. A weak arm is a weak shot." [/center] He spoke almost in a whisper, his head close to hers. Her red curls caressed his cheek, and brown orbs shifted to see if Anya was listening.[/size][/justify][/blockquote] |
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Post by kiipcha on Aug 22, 2011 23:58:27 GMT -5
"Sure." He moved closer to her, moving her waist ever so slightly. His hands were strong, even with the slightest movement she could tell. Not to say she wasn't strong, ballet dancers were far from weaklings, but she had managed to still keep the soft and elegant feel about her. She pressed closer to him, a smirk showing on her face. The games had begun.
She wasn't sure exactly why she was challenging her personality by letting Logan have his fun, but she was enjoying it either way. Anya guessed that even the most uptight of people had to have a little play time every now and then. Flirting with Logan just happened to be her play time.
One of his hands straightened her arm holding the cue. "Keep it firm. A weak arm is a weak shot." There it was again, the strength in his hands. Anya tried her best to repress a guilty shudder from running through her body. She caught a glance of his dark eyes flickering towards her and caught his mischevious look before responding. "Makes sense. What else you got for me?" The Russian girl knew the two hidden meanings in her question, but wasn't sure whether she had meant it that way or not. Anya made sure to keep her arm straightened and kept her eyes on him for further instruction. The cheeky gleam never leaving her eyes. |
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Post by loganhyde on Aug 23, 2011 1:27:27 GMT -5
LOGAN [/size][/center] Logan's firm gaze did not leave Anya's as she moved herself easily with his movements. She was receptive, and Logan gave himself a nice little mental tick. However, there were a few more boxes left, but his confidence in gaining the rest was inflating faster than his ego at this moment.
She responded in turn, her voice low and devious. He couldn't help but let a small laugh fill the small space between them, she was very much a playful little thing. There was definitely something else the man could give the spunky red head, but that would have to wait till later. If everything went according to plan that is.
Of course Logan loved this, just as she probably enjoyed such attention as well. He dared himself to move closer to her, one hand running down the curve of her putting arm. He paused for a moment, feeling the warmth of her soft bare legs through one of the holes in his jeans. His eyes fluttered at the sensation, and something else moved subtly as well. He was sure however, he was not close enough for her to realize this as well.
"This arm should be firm as well, firm, but smooth in movement." [/center] He breathed again, his brown eyes dancing with affection. He was clearly taken with Anya's presence. Two were playing the game. It would be soon that they would find out just which one of them would win. If they both did, well, even better. [/size][/justify][/blockquote] |
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Post by kiipcha on Aug 23, 2011 1:48:19 GMT -5
Anya felt his leg against hers through one of the holes in his jeans, excited about the added physical contact. He ran a hand down on her arm, causing the guilty tingle to finally win and run up her spine. She exhaled softly but quickly regained her mischevious look. It was getting a little hard to keep her cool now that Logan had upped his game. Anya was known for always looking calm and collective, it was quite difficult to fluster her, but Logan was already starting to get to her.
Such a strange competition the two were having, assuming Logan knew about it. She wondered if anyone else had ever thought of the idea before and hoped that they hadn't, liking the possibility of having created the flirting game. Yes, the flirting game, or would the teasing game be more suitable of a name? Either way Anya had declared it as fun and even exciting.
"This arm should be firm as well, firm, but smooth in movement." Anya nodded at his comment, tightening her arm slightly which was a little hard to do under his arousing touch. She was trying her best to remain in control, and just to show it, she rubbed her leg slightly against the part where the hole was in his jeans. Anya knew that she had already turned him on, now she was just dangling it in front of him like a piece of meat before a hungry lion. She laughed inwardly at the very thought as the mischevious spark continued to shine in her eye. Her brown eyes met his again, waiting for a response. |
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Post by loganhyde on Aug 23, 2011 2:57:56 GMT -5
THE TRUTH COMES OUT EVENTUALLY( • S H A M E O N Y O U - S H A M E O N M E. • )
The sexual tension flew through the air like invisible sparks of lighting. Logan's breath quickened as Anya pressed back against him, oh yes, she was definitely receptive to the situation. Even a blind man could see the hint of lust twinkling inside those wide brown eyes of hers.
His own brown orbs swept the quickly withering room, checking out the dispersing population. It was getting well on into the evening, but there were still a few lingering kids chatting amongst themselves. Not a very good place to start anything, lest they catch wandering eyes.
Turning his head back to focus on the radiant red head, Logan's face dropped to rest his lips upon her shoulder, slowly moving his way up along her neck, scenting her very being. Sure it was forward, but he had gotten all the right signs. And even if she changed her mind, what was the worse that could happen? He'd earn himself a death stare and a slap across the face. Nothing he hadn't had before.
"Wanna play?"
He cooed in her ear, one hand gently wrapping around her waist to pull her even closer. She got to make a secretive pun, it was his turn.
AS I SPOKE MY FORK TONGUE SHOWED( • S H A M E O N M E - S H A M E O N Y O U • ) W O R D S • 200
T A G G E D • Anya
N O T E S • Wooooof
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Post by kiipcha on Aug 23, 2011 3:15:40 GMT -5
His lips suddenly against her shoulder caused another breath to escape her as her brown eyes widened for a moment. Logan was very forward, though Anya didn't mind, in fact she was hoping that he would speed things up soon. She felt his lips slid up her neck and closed her eyes for a quick moment of bliss. She was completely losing at the flirting game. The cue even dropped from her hands and landed with a soft thump on the pool table.
"Wanna play?" His voice breathed into her ear, causing her heart to pick up its pace a little. The Russian girl noticed the quick pun, but was too excited to laugh. Her mouth still slightly opened she gave a quick nod, for once speechless. Logan's strong hand pulled her in by the waist, causing another breath to leave her mouth. He was good. He was very good.
Anya turned to face him, his arm still around her, and placed her hands gently on his chest. She pushed away her excited feelings and regained her cheeky look before smirking up at him. He seemed to be favoring a similar look as his dark eyes sparked. This was going to be fun. |
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Post by loganhyde on Aug 23, 2011 3:52:53 GMT -5
THE TRUTH COMES OUT EVENTUALLY( • S H A M E O N Y O U - S H A M E O N M E. • )
Anya's own escaping breath swept past his face, and he lingered there, lips moving to kiss gently just under her left ear. She was most definitely a fine specimen of the opposite sex, and Logan found himself wondering when it was he had last met a girl that captivated him in a such a way.
He had noticed her almost straight away, and her following actions were even more pleasing. At first he figured her to be one of those stuck up ones, toying with those that fawned hopelessly at her petite dancing feet. Either he was just that good, or he had gotten lucky with her tonight.
As she turned to face him, Logan smiled lustfully at her, eyes tracing over her pale face. With her hands upon his chest, his own wandered, feverishly grabbing her legs and lifting her up onto the pool table. The plan to not cause any commotion quickly went through the window as he leaned in to kiss her pink lips, fighting the will to allow his hands to explore further up her tiny skirt. Instead he kept them on her legs, maneuvering them around his waist.
The public display made it all the more hotter, but Logan wasn't about to step over the boundary line. He was no show pony, he couldn't wait to take his prize somewhere secluded to get to know her better.
"Your place or mine?"
He chuckled, a devious grin growing ever wider on his features
AS I SPOKE MY FORKED TONGUE SHOWED( • S H A M E O N M E - S H A M E O N Y O U • ) W O R D S • 263
T A G G E D • Anya
N O T E S • Woof
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Post by kiipcha on Aug 23, 2011 10:04:34 GMT -5
His hands moved down to her legs, hoisting her up onto the table. He had her worried for a second that he planned to do the unmentionable in such a public place. Anya kept going along with it though, knowing that if he ever got too far she could just hop down from the table and forget the whole night. Rough hands moved her legs around his waists and all she could think was, If he unzips you sprint. That didn't of course stop her from feeling completely and utterly under his spell. Maybe it'll end up being more of a stumble than a sprint.
Anya's lips met his, her eyes closing again for that moment of guilty bliss. She resisted the urge to add her tongue into the kiss, moving her hands up to his shoulders. Oh god if any of her classmates were in the game room right now, chances are there were some, she would probably never hear the end of it on of she slept with a guy after only knowing him for around fifteen minutes. The Russian girl could only hope that the night would be well worth all of the grief she would recieve later.
"Your place or mine?" His question was followed by a dark chuckle, and Anya's mischevious smile had returned. It wasn't hard to answer his question as the choices were either go back to her room where her obnoxious roommate was probably lurking and ready to play another prank on Anya, or scamper off to Logan's room where they would most likely be able to spend the night with limited to no interruptions. She leaned in for another kiss, this one slightly shorter than the last, "Yours."
The two lusty students rushed off towards Logan's room, both obviously seeing no reason to waste anymore time with little flirty games. Almost the very instant the two stepped inside the room Anya clicked the door behind her before moving towards him for a kiss that would soon lead to more.
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