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Post by AUGUST WITT on Apr 21, 2012 18:56:00 GMT -5
He had stepped away from her, giving her space as she spoke on the phone, meandering through the kitchen. It was comfortable, her home, if not a little cramped feeling. A least as far as August was concerned. When she told him the food would take 25 minutes he looked her way, giving a nod of understanding. The things they could do in only 25 minutes.
August was on the adjacent wall when she started asking him questions. He stood coolly in his spot, looping his thumbs into his front belt loops, which made the front of his pants droop just a little. "I only make it a habit when they're as beautiful as you and have invited me." His confident gaze never left hers, and that air of arrogance surrounding him was so thick it could suffocate a small child.
"Also, I doubt you're a serial killer, though it would be fun if you were." His face was in a perpetual grin it seemed. He was actually enjoying her more than he had expected to, especially after a few glasses of wine.
"And I was hoping you were the type I would need to look out for." He added, his eyes freely roaming down her body, drinking her in. "Though you're not nearly as quiet as you think." in a blink his eyes were back on hers. He gave her a little wink and then turned abruptly, moving back to the table. Even though the port was still open he pushed the wine key into the pinot noir and began to open it.
"So, Maxine," He started, preferring to use her whole name instead of her shortened version. It rolled off his tongue easier and it didn't sound like something that slid between her legs for a week each month. "We have approximately twenty minutes until our dinner arrives." He strolled from the room to fetch his glass, draining it before returning to the table and refilling his glass. "I'll leave the port for you since you prefer it." His gaze was amused as he looked up briefly, silently telling her he expected her to continue to drink with him, before looking back down at his glass.
"If you're a serial killer, now would be the time." He leaned against the table, sipping the wine. "I'm all ready. How do you want me? Sitting? Laying on the table? Maybe it would be easier if I go lay in your tub?" He suggested. "Much cleaner that way. Or did you have other plans for this evening? You must have agreed to bring me home for a reason. If not to kill me then...?" He raised a brow, his eyes questioning her. Sure, it had been his idea, but it had been she who had agreed, and she who had said he could come home with her. "Would you like more wine before you decide?"
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Apr 21, 2012 21:24:48 GMT -5
Maxi laughed when he said he hoped she was the type he needed to look out for, making her ponder as he said she wasn't nearly as quiet as she thought. Was that true? Most of the time, it was. Any other day, meeting a stranger in a liquor store would not be her idea of romantic. Any other day, she wouldn't even be in a liquor store. She definitely wouldn't have invited him over. Why had she invited him over? To drink wine? To eat Chinese? To chit chat while he made her insanely uncomfortable? All of those things, but she knew there was something else to it. She knew she wanted him. When he broached the subject, though, she knew she couldn't say it in so many words. She was too demure for that. Her face was flushed when he indicated she wanted him to tell her why she brought him there. His bringing up different places for her to kill him hadn't helped. She knew the suggestion there: "Those are places you can do me." Her heart was racing again and she bit her lip nervously. How could she become invisible and run away in this situation?
At the suggestion of more wine, she gave a nervous laugh. She knew it would help, but did she want it to? A large part of her did. He was making it pretty apparent he wanted her to keep drinking. And she was giving in to the fact that she wanted to as well. Turning away, she went to her glass saying, "Maybe I will just kill you and then enjoy some Chinese afterward." She said it with a sigh, as if it were no big deal. But from the way she was getting her glass, she figured it was pretty obvious what she had decided. Resistance was futile.
She made her way back over towards the couch, making sure there was a safe distance between her and August as she passed him. Maxi was still adjusting to the idea that she wasn't get out of tonight unscathed, and she needed time to prepare herself mentally. Wine was needed. She took a seat on the couch as she poured for herself, taking a long swig before sitting back and looking at August once more. "Maybe I just wanted to get you drunk," she said with a coy smile. The suggestiveness of her voice gave the impression she wanted to take advantage of him all along. Though she was flirtatious, her limbs felt like jelly. It had been a long time since she had let a stranger into her home, and even longer since she was willing to let them into her bed. Tonight she had a feeling she would be doing both of those things.
She couldn't voice it, though. She couldn't tell him what she wanted. The wine, her flirtation, even the fact that he was here were neon signs for what she wanted, but she couldn't put it into words. All she could do was sit on the couch, sipping her wine, hoping he would understand what she couldn't say out loud.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Apr 21, 2012 22:28:17 GMT -5
He grinned at her proclamation of taking his life. He would love nothing more than to see her attempt that. He knew she was joking by the way she sighed, but that didn't make it any less amusing, and it certainly did nothing to squelch his desire. August was surprised by how much he was enjoying his time with the gazelle. She was playing coy, but he knew she was really anything but. She wanted him to make the move, he could tell by the way she dodged him when she walked by
Finally she was taking some initiative by drinking more. That's right, loosen up, mentally prepare yourself to let go he cooed to her in his mind. He practically strutted to the couch, only he didn't sit beside her, but leaned against the arm of it, his arms folded as he watched her, a smirk on his face. "Get me drunk?" He asked in response to what she said, and he lifted his third glass of wine to his lips and emptied it. He felt good. Drunk? Not really. Maybe a tiny buzz, but certainly relaxed. He felt less like attacking her and more like just being a little rough.
He reached his hand out and offered her his glass to refill. "By all means, get me drunk." His smile showed his teeth and he wiggled the glass at her again. "I'm curious." He said after a moment. "What is it you plan to do with me once you've succeeded?" He pried, his tone serious, though he was anything but. Curious, yes. Serious? Not really.
"Is it the whole serial killer thing?" He lowered his voice as if it were a secret. "Or perhaps you want to take me for all I'm worth?" His brows raised and then he narrowed his eyes at her. "Or... no. I'm sure you have no intention to take advantage of me." his brows lowered heavy over his eyes. "Maxine, I would take you for a serial killer in an instant, but certainly not one to make me uncomfortable with unwanted sexual advances. I surely hope that wasn't your intention this evening."
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Apr 21, 2012 22:56:29 GMT -5
Maxi laughed at August holding his glass out to her and telling her to get him drunk. She took it, her fingers brushing against his, and she cocked her head to the side cutely when he asked what she planned with him. This time it didn't make her uncomfortable, probably because it was part of a joke. "Hmmm," she said out loud, grabbing the port and filling his glass. She handed it back to him and laughed again when he brought up the serial killer thing again. "Or perhaps you want to take me for all I'm worth?" he said and she shrugged. "You do look and smell like money," she said off-handedly, lifting her glass to her lips. Yeah, this third glass was doing the trick. She was easing into the playful self that she didn't show often. August was fun to be around, she decided.
His eyes narrowed and his brow got heavy, mocking seriousness. "Maxine, I would take you for a serial killer in an instant, but certainly not one to make me uncomfortable with unwanted sexual advances. I surely hope that wasn't your intention this evening." At first she worried he was serious, and she felt ashamed of herself, but then she realized he was teasing her; at least, she hoped he was. A grin crossed her face as she brought her glass to her lips again. "Would they be unwanted?" she inquired quietly. She took another sip, holding his gaze with her own large eyes. The wine was to blame for this new found confidence in herself, but she wasn't unhappy with it. How could she? Booze made everything okay, apparently.
"It was your idea to drink together and you suggested my place, so if anyone's trying to take advantage, I think it's you," she said playfully. Her face was hot, but it wasn't just from embarrassment; the alcohol was going right to her head. She set her glass down half full, knowing she was drunk now. If she didn't cool it, she would be a mess. It was enough for now, and she felt comfortable at last. Her hands rested in her lap as she curled her legs under her again. For the first time this evening, she didn't feel regret for bringing August home with her.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Apr 21, 2012 23:18:58 GMT -5
"Would they be unwanted?" He felt a surge of triumph. She had been resistant to his advances at first, but he had just successfully won this chess match. Well, almost won. There was no doubt he would be singing checkmate by the end of the evening. His ego lifted another notch, as if it weren't high enough already.
She continued to justify what she had said which really only added fuel to his fire. "Oh, Maxine.." He sighed and sipped at his wine. He sat down on the couch, moving a little closer to her than he had ben the first time around. It had been easy. Maybe too easy. He wondered what she would let him do and what he would have to force on her. Forcing was easy when girls were drunk and it was easy to brush off their pleas to stop with a simple "You wanted this." and "You asked for this." In the end they knew it was their fault when really it was he who was to blame. Deep down he loved filling women with regret as much as he loved filling them with his manhood.
"You know.." He pointed out, leaning towards her, his arm around the back of the couch, just barely out of reach of touching her. "I did buy the wine and the meal. Well, not yet as it has yet to arrive, but I intend to in.." He looked down at his watch and then back at Maxine, "Five minutes or so. You could have said no to any of my proposals this evening, but you did not." He reminded, sipping his wine and getting more comfortable on the couch.
"As for whether your advances would be welcomed or not, perhaps I should allow you the opportunity to try. But I should warn you, my reaction might be unpredictable. Just as unpredictable as your intentions or sexual advances. Really there's only one way of finding out." August grinned and then nodded to her glass. "Maybe you should decide after that glass?"
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Apr 21, 2012 23:49:58 GMT -5
August made a good point. Maxi just found it hard to admit that she wanted this from the beginning. Really, she didn't feel she had. If she had only gone back to his place, she could have disappeared, run away before it got to this point. But running away was so tiring after a certain point. She was in her forties and she still wasn't comfortable enough with herself to take what she wanted. It scared her when she truly wanted something because she was always afraid she wouldn't get it in the end. And a lot of times that was true, and she hated the disappointment of it. Why did she have to resist August? The cows and the milk. Who cared though? The milk was there whether the cow was bought or not, so she might as well give it away. She was coming to realize wine was great for epiphanies.
He nodded to her glass and encouraged her to drink it. She didn't want to drink it; rather, she didn't need to drink it. She was decided. Unpredictable natures were interesting, as she learned in psychology. Perhaps she could be unpredictable too. With that she smiled and shook her head at the glass, turning back to him. "I don't need it," she said softly. His arm was on the back of the couch and she reached out a hand and touched it gently, running her fingers along his forearm. Leaning forward, her lips touched his, kissing him softly, the light stubble on his jaw tickling her chin as she did so. He tasted like wine and he was warm. She was a woman possessed.
As suddenly as that confident, sexy woman appeared, she was gone. What was she thinking, kissing a stranger, a smooth talker like August on her couch? Her eyes flew open and she pulled away suddenly, her cheeks flushed and the hand on his arm at her mouth. "I'm sorry!" she blurted out. She wanted to run away so badly. It wasn't okay for her to kiss him, to be so close to him. The normal Maxi was back, shy and conservative, and that Maxi did not kiss strange men. He was supposed to pursue her, not the other way around. Now he would assume she was just another girl he could use because she turned the game around. She shouldn't have kissed him, but the taste was still on her lips.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Apr 22, 2012 0:17:32 GMT -5
Blue-gray eyes moved to his forearm to watch her stroke it gently. Before he had a chance to think his smug thought, her lips were on his and he let her do what she pleased for the moment. He wanted it. If he didn't he wouldn't be there, and she obviously wanted it, bu she no sooner pressed her lips to his that she was pulling them away.
August pursed his lips as she bashfully pulled away, covering her mouth as she breathed an apology. A tease? Did she honestly think her advance was unwanted? August gulped trying not to show his frustration. He took a deep breath and sipped his wine to calm himself. He didn't wan to go postal, he wasn't in the mood, but oh how she got his blood moving.
"Really, there's no need for you to apologize." He said, his demeanor calm, his voice cool. The hand that had been on the back of the couch crept low and cradled her chin. He stroked her too soft, rosy cheek with his thumb and then slid it over her bottom lip, his eyes glued to them as he pulled her lip down with his thumb. "Never apologize, Maxine. It's a form of weakness." He explained, his voice low and smooth. "You don't want to come across as weak. Men take advantage of weakness. Everyone takes advantage of weakness. It's what we are designed to do. Never be the weakest link. It's good to be bold, confident, taking what you want. Taking what's rightfully yours. Anything can be yours, if you desire it." He explained, his hand moving slowly to the nape of her neck, his eyes focused on hers, looking deep within her.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her close, his lips practically brushing hers when the doorbell rang, stopping him. "That would be supper." He whispered, his breath hot on her face. He could feel it bouncing off her skin and warming his own mouth as he pulled away, standing as if nothing had happened and placing his glass of wine down before moving to her door. It was almost as if he lived there.
August pulled his wallet from his rear pants pocket and pulled out some bills, paying the delivery man and then shutting her door. "Where do you keep your plates? Or are you the type to eat from the carton." He inquired, any trace of lust completely gone, though it wasn't really. Deep down he was ready, waiting for his prey again.
Permission to power play granted by Maxi.
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Apr 22, 2012 0:43:43 GMT -5
Maxi was still getting over her mortification when August told her she didn't need to apologize. Maybe she didn't, but she wasn't really apologizing to him when she said it. Really, she was apologizing to herself; apologizing that she got her normal self into a mess she wouldn't be able to get out of. Stupid wine. But his hand came to her cheek and she was hypnotized by what he said. Perhaps apologizing was a form of weakness, but it could be a form of strength. It took a lot to apologize sometimes---but this wasn't one of those times, and she wasn't going to interrupt him. Men did take advantage of weakness, and he would be taking advantage of her. She was well aware of that fact by the way his thumb dragged along her bottom lip. It made her heart race, her blood pump. It also relieved her to know her forwardness was invited. Maybe she would let the confident woman inside her show more often. His hand at the nape of her neck made her shudder.
When his hand grabbed her hair, she let out a small gasp, closing her eyes as his mouth got near. She could feel his breath, feel her own coming back to her mouth. God, she wanted it. Even the doorbell, which normally made her jump, didn't register with her. Only his whisper, and she felt a surge of regret when he pulled away and stood. She regretted he hadn't kissed her again. It didn't bother her that he got the door though, and she had to sit collecting herself before she could even get on her feet. A deep sigh left her, her hand raking through her red hair to calm herself. At long last, she got to her feet, her legs stiff from being under her.
August came back and asked about plates, and she smiled. "I'll get them," she said. It was strange how comfortable he seemed in her house, but it was fine by her. Though they weren't right next to each other, she could feel her desire humming just below her skin. She hoped the moment wasn't lost. She walked past him to the cabinets and pulled the plates down, grabbing some silverware from a drawer. When she made her way back, she had a playful smile on her face. "I'm a little more civilized than to eat out of the carton when I have company," she teased. When she reached the table, she set the plates down and went to inspect the food to see whose was what. It was almost as if the moment on the couch was ages ago, completely forgotten as they sat down to eat. A little strange, but Maxi didn't mind. The smell of the food was reminding her how hungry she was. She wasn't sure what to say though, so she scooped food onto her plate in silence. What was there to say? She still wanted to kiss him, but that moment was gone it seemed; the adrenaline was still pumping through her, and she found her hands were shaking slightly.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Apr 22, 2012 1:13:57 GMT -5
He chuckled at her comment, though he wasn't amused. He was turned on and he wanted her, but in the same regard he knew patience was a virtue, and with some he could go further. He knew by how she had responded to him that she was disappointed the moment had slipped by. She wanted to feel his mouth on hers, she wanted him to control that situation. She was willing to do what he wanted in that moment and now she was left hanging, her wants building inside. It was just another move on the chessboard for August.
"I'm glad I came home with a civilized woman. I hope you're not too civilized, though." He added, his voice husky, letting her know he certainly hadn't forgotten the moment. Judging by the jitters in her hands he was certain she had yet to forget it either.
August followed her lead, though, and began to put food on the plate she had set out for him. He wasn't staring at the food, though. Sure, he could eat, but it wasn't what he was interested in. His gaze lingered on her, hungry for her, starving to hear that gasp again. He wondered how many times he could make her do that little sound of shock and surprise?
There was only one way to find out.
"You're very eager to move on." He taunted, his food remaining untouched. His eyes smoldered as he watched her, finally reaching out and pushing her plate away from her so he could have all of her attention. "I wasn't finished with you." He said, his voice low and dark. He tore his eyes from hers and looked at her hand, reaching and taking it.
"And I get the feeling you didn't want me to be finished." He raised a brow. "Or perhaps I'm reading you wrong. Should I apologize, Maxine?" The tone he used was that of a father trying to teach his child a lesson after they'd done something incredibly stupid. Firm and belittling. "Or would you like to finish what we started?"
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Apr 22, 2012 1:44:33 GMT -5
Maxi was surprised to hear August's taunt, and her wide eyes lifted to his. Those eyes of his were so pale, yet on fire right now. "I thought..." she stuttered, placing her silverware on her plate. He pushed her plate away and she felt her blood pumping again. His voice was low and almost angry...and it turned her on. He wasn't finished with her and she liked that. She hadn't wanted him to be finished. When his tone became belittling, she knitted her brows together. There was no need for that, and she felt herself getting indignant at his mocking her. She liked being handled roughly, she didn't like being mocked. The food was forgotten. It was time to finish this.
Stepping toward him, she felt her whole body was on fire. She didn't know how much of it was the wine or how much of it was lust, nor did it matter. Her unusually soft hands reached up and gripped that chiseled jaw of his, pulling his face down to hers. There was nothing gentle in her kiss this time. His stubble wasn't tickling, it was scratching, and she loved the feeling. Her body pressed against his, warm and lithe, and she found his body was as hard as hers was soft. One hand weaved into his brown hair, perhaps the only soft part on him except his lips, and the other arm secured itself around his shoulders. Her nails scraped along his scalp, letting him know it was okay to be rough.
Her knees were getting weak, and she needed something more grounded than the table to lean onto. Stumbling backward, she found herself pressed against the counter, a whimper escaping her as she found it. It was getting hard to breathe as her heart pounded mercilessly in her chest. Every inch of her wanted him as the taste of his mouth intoxicated her. Okay, his tongue was another soft part of him. It made her moan to feel it. Nothing existed but the two of them, and there would be no interruptions this time. She was completely under his spell.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Apr 22, 2012 8:55:33 GMT -5
He saw the change in her almost instantly, from confused girl to lustful woman. She was charging him and for a moment he contemplated pushing her away and making her work harder for it, but her body had ignited with passion and when her hands reached into his hair he couldn't stop himself. His hands wrapped around her, one moving to the center of her back, the other down to her rear, squeezing it hard as if to tell her it was his now.
There was something so delicate about her, something that made August feel like she would break, or maybe bend a little more. She didn't feel like a human woman as much and there was no doubt in his mind what she was, but he kept his mouth shut, not that he had a choice since hers was invading his.
His mouth was open, his tongue probing as he gave her everything she wanted, allowing her to take him any way she deemed fit at that moment. Before he knew it she was pressed against the counter. There was no denying what she wanted him to do to her, and he wasn't about to ask permission. He took what he wanted, he was just glad in this case she was not only willing, but overly eager. She was right, it was the quiet ones you had to watch out for.
His tempo met hers and he found his hands lowering down to her legs, to the hem of that cobalt blue dress and lifting it all the way up to her lower back. He hooked his fingers into her panties and pushed them down, letting gravity do its things. His mouth continued it's savage exploration as a hand moved up to her hair, gripping it hard and pulling her head to the side, exposing her neck to him. He nipped at it, growling "I'm going to take you right here." into the soft part of her neck and continued his assault on it. His voice was ragged almost daring her to deny him in his fit of passion, but he knew she wouldn't. She wasn't capable of anything other than submitting to his desires, to her own desires..
August was panting, momentarily spent. He'd moved her from the counter, to against the fridge, and now he was clutching her on the kitchen floor. He looked around for the first time with a leveled head, seeing the mess they'd made of things. Magnets were sprawled about on the floor, items on the counter were shoved around into strange places, and articles of clothing were scattered here and there. His eyes moved back to the girl beneath him, knowing she was likely satisfied considering the sounds he'd made her make. August was almost surprised by how much he had enjoyed her and not just the act itself.
"Now I'm hungry." His tone was coy once more and he gave her a devilish grin as he pulled away from her, standing and then reaching his hands down to help her up. "I think I'd like that Chinese food now...and maybe you again for dessert."
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Apr 22, 2012 11:56:11 GMT -5
Maxi gave a whimper when she felt August's hands pushing up her dress. A shock when through her to feel her panties being pushed down, but she kicked them away easy enough. All she wanted was some kind of relief from the way her blood was pumping through her. She gasped again when his hand caught her hair, pulling her head to the side roughly as his mouth found her neck. Those teeth of his were scraping against the soft skin and she was helpless against the sensation. Her heart was in her throat, but she couldn't stop the moan that escaped her when he growled what he was going to do to her. She couldn't say it aloud, but that was all she wanted. Her hands were digging into his back, clenched against the desire coursing through her. August could take her any way he wanted; she was putty in his very capable hands.
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Maxi panted beneath August, trying desperately to catch her breath. A thin sheen of sweat covered her, the cold floor at her back doing its best to cool her off. Her hands slipped from his back to rest above her head helplessly until she could regain her senses. It had been better than she expected and her whole body was singing from her release. She had forgotten how good it felt to just give in to those primal desires every now and then. And she was satisfied with how much August seemed to have enjoyed her. With how he had through her around the kitchen, it was pretty obvious to her how much fun he had. Her voice was a little raspy now because of all the whimpering, moaning, and downright yelling she had done.
When she finally looked at him again, she found him looking around the kitchen, taking stock of the damage. She did the same and found her kitchen was a disaster. It made her giggle she always made an effort to keep things in place, but she couldn't deny she got a strange sense of satisfaction from seeing their fun imprinted all over her kitchen. She wouldn't even mind cleaning it all up.
His statement made her grin from ear to ear, knowing her was teasing her. She was hungry too, but she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he pulled away from her. Reluctantly, she sat up, reaching out to take his hands so she could get to her feet. It didn't even matter that she was stark naked; she had a feeling he liked it that way. "I think I'd like that Chinese food now...and maybe you again for dessert." She laughed, still holding his hands as she got close to him again. "Maybe I'll let you," she purred before kissing him again. He did have an excellent mouth. She released his hands and turned away, traipsing over to a blanket on her couch and wrapping it securely around her. It was hard to focus on eating when you were butt naked, she thought.
She went back to the table and sat in her previously designated chair. Her eyes gave him a pointed look as she smiled and pulled her plate back in front of her, teasing him for pushing it away from her before. Finally she was able to eat her dinner. Originally it was meant to sober her up, but now the wine was pretty much burned through her. But she was really hungry now; exercise had a way of doing that. Her eyes looked over to him as they ate. "How's your food?" she asked conversationally. It didn't even feel strange now to have a normal conversation in her destroyed kitchen.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Apr 22, 2012 14:27:37 GMT -5
"Maybe?" He asked, following her naked body to the other room and grabbing the Pinot Noir on the way along with his glass of wine. He watched her wrap the blanket around herself and took a seat, still naked. She had seen him, and he had every intention of going again once he was fed and able to perform once more. He filled the partially empty glass and then took a long, slow drink from it. "I think we both know maybe means yes." He told her confidently, his eyes hooded as the gazed at her and then down at his untouched, lukewarm supper.
He felt more at ease with Maxine now. He was more than relaxed as he began eating. Sexual urges at bay, borderline inebriated from the wine, and now food filling his belly. Despite his overconfidence he was relaxed for the first time that evening and he was actually enjoying being there on a deeper level than his predatory instincts.
"Acceptable." He told her with a smirk. It was take out Chinese food. It was hardly a delicacy, but it would certainly do, and he was enjoying it enough. He actually pushed his container in her direction, offering her some silently if she chose to eat any.
He pushed a bite of broccoli in his mouth and reclined a little in his chair, not caring that he was nude, and looked around. "So am I privy to a grand tour now?" He asked, picking up his glass and sipping from it. "I think I already know you pretty well inside out." He took another sip and set the glass down, taking another bite of his supper.
"Or do I not get one since I'm still a stranger?" He taunted, teasing her with his grin.
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Apr 22, 2012 15:10:40 GMT -5
Maxi smiled more at August's answer to her question. At least he seemed to be enjoying himself, sitting naked in her kitchen. Something about just sitting there, chatting over Chinese after just tearing her kitchen apart was so relaxing. It was surprising how comfortable she felt. When he pushed the container of his food toward her, she took advantage of it, poking her fork right in to get a good piece of broccoli and chicken. It was good. Maxi didn't have refined tastes like the man sitting next to her, and she found she enjoyed cheap food more than expensive food. For some reason, it just tasted better to her.
When he asked about the grand tour, she was almost done with her food. A blush crept into her cheeks at his mention of knowing her inside and out, but she giggled. "I think you're right," she commented, putting another forkful of Sezchaun in her mouth. The spiciness was perfect to top off what had just happened between her and August. "Or do I not get one since I'm still a stranger?" She laughed, turning her gaze back to his, a playful little twinkle in her eye. "I might show you around when I'm done eating," she replied. It was nice that he wanted to see the rest of her house, though. That was a pretty good indication that he wasn't going to ditch when they were done. She was hoping he wouldn't; in fact, part of her wanted him to come by again after tonight.
Once her plate was clean, she got up and poured herself another half glass of wine. She hadn't had time to notice before how warm it felt going down. It was a nice sensation. What a perfect way to end a tough week; and she felt the night was far from over.
Walking back over to him, she waved her hand to encompass the living space. "Well, I think you've gotten a pretty good look at the kitchen and living room." she started for her grand tour. "I'm not quite sure how it got so messy though," she teased, giving him a little smirk. "If you follow me, I'll show you the upstairs." When she was sure he was following her, she took him down the short hallway leading to her front door, past the small half-bath, and they climbed the stairs, her hand securing the blanket at her chest. He had seen her naked already, but she didn't need to distract him by having the blanket fall off. At the top of the stairs was a smaller room with a desk, an overstuffed chair, and bookshelves. "This is my office, where I do most of my grading and over here is the bathroom," she announced, continuing down the hallway. At the end of it was a bigger room, the walls painted a powder blue and a motif of deep blues and whites in the furniture and decorations. It was comfortable and quaintly stylish, perfect for Maxi's tastes. "And this is my room," she said, turning to him. She finished the wine in her hand and set the glass on her dresser. A coy smile danced across her face as she leaned a hip against the dresser. "Only a select few people are allowed in this room," she said in a soft purr. She felt completely at ease being playful now, having gotten a feel for August at this point. There were still quite a few surprises left in him, she was sure of that, but she was okay with that. She wanted to know more of him.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Apr 22, 2012 22:35:37 GMT -5
He nodded and ate his own food, his eyes planted on her as if she would somehow manage to disappear if he looked away. honestly, she could. Literally. Despite the calm that had taken over him, he wasn't much in the mood for games. In fact August was never in the mood for games unless it was he who was playing them. He never killed the women he chose to be with but at times he wished he could. He'd even had a woman go so far as to tell him she was pregnant once. It didn't end well for her, and he had the feeling she would never lie about that sort of thing again, that is if she was even able to conceive anymore, which August seriously doubted. No, he didn't take kindly to being jerked around, and those who dared try it were worse off afterwards.
He was glad she got up to show him around. August wasn't all that interested in her home, but it was something they could do to pass the time, and it was a way he could get acquainted with all the places he could fuck her. August didn't like feeling like a guest in anyone's home. He didn't want to search for things. He wanted what he wanted when he wanted, period. End of discussion. If he wanted to throw her over his shoulder and take her to bed, he wanted to know where the bed was. If he intended to shower there at any point, which was not likely unless she was with him, then he didn't want to search behind doors to find it.
He was quiet for the tour, his naked form close to her as she moved easily through her home. His eyes roamed the office. He noted how comfortable and clean everything was. She took immaculate care of her boxy home, which August truly appreciated.
He stayed maybe too close when she showed him her room. The colors were cool and calm and though it wasn't his style, it was certainly a well made room. "Only a select few people are allowed in this room," She purred, and it seemed almost a challenge. His eyes narrowed and he stepped in, reaching to wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her to him and up off her feet, carrying her further into the room from behind in his arms, putting her down once he was in the center of her room, but keeping his arms wrapped around her middle.
"I am now part of that select few." He breathed into her ear, his hands gliding lower and running across the apex of her thighs before he pulled away.
August moved away from Maxi and explored the bedroom, his fingers gliding across her dresser and then to her bed. He touched the fabric of her comforter and then took a seat, leaning back on his hands as he faced her. His body was still clothing free and it was as if he were showing it off to her, but he wasn't. A layer of muscles rippled over his abdomen. They bulged slightly on his arms and sculpted his calves and thighs. He stared at her from his spot on the bed but said nothing about what he wanted, if anything.
"How many men have been in this bed lately?" He inquired without hesitation, like it wasn't a probing question at all. "I don't need to worry about some idiot getting jealous, now do I? I severely hate drama and do not tolerate it." He explained, his eyes boring into her once more. "And why on earth are you covering yourself up? I've seen what you're hiding, Maxine. You have no reason to keep it from me any more than you already have. Confidence, baby. You need more of it. Take the blanket off. Now."
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