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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Jun 9, 2012 0:36:20 GMT -5
Ugh.. he just wanted to eat her up right there. "You'll come here.." She was going to try and negotiate which meant that she did want him just as he'd suspected. She just didn't want to be treated like an object anymore but an actual human being. "And you will never hit me again.." He allowed the small smile to creep onto his lips between the kisses, he wasn't finished with her neck just yet and even nipped at the skin teasingly. "O..okay?" She was hesitant which was a signal that she was still nervous and knew that she didn't have total power. That's what he wanted, for her to know that she wasn't the one in control. He'd relish a bit if it made her feel at ease but never would he allow her total control.
"Twice a week you come to me," he said and moved up to her ear and flicking the lobe with his tongue. He enjoyed the reaction he was getting from her just by using his mouth and keeping his voice soft. It was almost too easy. "Then I'll agree to your terms," he wanted to keep trailing kisses up and down then bury his face into the nape of her neck but he didn't want to get too carried away.
He unlatched himself from her neck and sat up a bit so he could look down at her again under him. It was amazing how her mood had changed so drastically. Not only was she not writhing to get away from him but she was negotiating where they would be together. "And this rickety old bed has to go." He said and he was serious on that, he wasn't going to come over and lay on that ancient thing she called a mattress.
"Anything else, your Highness?" He asked her slyly and realized that not only was this going to be a nice arrangement, it would be a good place for him to stay until August got over his bitch fit. Maybe he was just being paranoid but that was better than being caught off guard in his opinion.
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Jun 9, 2012 9:00:21 GMT -5
"Twice a week you come to me," Her eyes shut tight, her breath hitching when his tongue found her earlobe. She silently chastised herself for being so weak and stupid. He was terrible for her or anyone! How could she possibly agree to his term modifications? How could she possibly agree to do anything with him after how he'd treated her? "Then I'll agree to your terms," She gulped, her eyes opening as he pulled away only to look into his eyes, melting just a little. Stop being such an idiot, Alyson! Her brain scolded. What about everything else?
"And this rickety old bed has to go." Her head turned a little as she tried to look at the bed. It was old, creaky and sagged, but it was all she had. She didn't have the money for a new one but she already knew that she didn't need to. He would be supplying the bed. Would he get one like his? Would he expect things from her in return? Hadn't she sort of already agreed to do thing with him by squirming like a little schoolgirl under his expert lips?
"Anything else, your Highness?" Her eyes narrowed slightly up at him. Now he was mocking her, but she knew it was playful. Mostly.
"Yes." She said haughtily, realizing he was asking because he wanted to know what else he had to do to get her on board. She knew he was the one that really wanted this. "Tell me why you healed from being shot so quickly, and how, like, five bullets didn't even phase you. That would have killed me. Hell, I still have a cut on my arm from the bullet that just grazed me!" She wanted the truth! "And I don't want any more bullshit answers when I ask about stuff. Stop yanking me around.." She was being brave again, but she realized she had some amount of power there, and his kisses had stopped so she was no longer putty in his hands.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Jun 9, 2012 12:38:37 GMT -5
"Yes." He wondered what she was going to want now, him to play house with her? Cook for her and do the cleaning? If that was what she was going to ask for then the deal would be off. He wasn't the domesticated type. He could buy her beautiful things but he couldn't cook or do any of those other things. Hell, he didn't even know how to boil water.
"Tell me why you healed from being shot so quickly, and how, like, five bullets didn't even phase you. That would have killed me. Hell, I still have a cut on my arm from the bullet that just grazed me!" Of course she wanted to know all about that, how could he forget? She was human and not only that but she wasn't from this city which meant that all the stories about the Guardians were nothing but a child's bedtime story.
"And I don't want any more bullshit answers when I ask about stuff. Stop yanking me around.." Now that.. would be difficult. Sebastian was the master of bullshit answers and it wasn't as if he did it intentionally it was just the way he was. He gave everyone, including his sister, bullshit answers on a regular basis. "I'll try not to yank you around too much," a wry grin played on his lips as he reached for her straight blonde hair and gave it a bit of a yank as if he meant he wouldn't yank her physically, but he knew what she meant and he agreed to try. That was all he could give her on that matter.
But when he tried to figure out what to say about why he could heal so quickly his face grew serious and he rolled off of her and laid down beside her on the bed so he could stare up at the ceiling. He didn't want to see her reaction this time and it wasn't something that he went around telling people about. In fact, he'd never actually told someone who wasn't piss drunk or who wasn't a guardian of some sort. "I'm not human," he said quietly and kept his eyes fixated on the ceiling above, "I'm a different species entirely."
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Jun 9, 2012 13:47:10 GMT -5
"I'll try not to yank you around too much," She did her famous annoyed look that clearly read sarcastically haha, you're sooo funny as he tugged a strand of her hair. She knew he knew what she meant, though, and he would try in his own way to follow her rules. She was afraid that once he'd sucked her in he would walk all over her. Really she had no choice if he did. He could do anything he damn well pleased and seriously what would she do about it? She couldn't do anything and it frustrated her to no end, but he was willing to work with her, or so it seemed.
When he rolled off of her and stared at the ceiling, she turned her head to watch him, still a little floored he was there and she was as calm as she was. Not even just calm, but had negotiated...what. A relationship? A sexual agreement? Did she just agree to have sex with him? She'd been holding her pussy on a pedestal for weeks. Would she let him have it so easily?
She tried to push it all from her mind, rolling onto her side as she watched him stare at the ceiling, obviously figuring out what to say to her. Did he really have to think about it? There was obviously a logical explanation. There had to be!
"I'm not human," She'd been accusing him of this since she first met him, but somehow hearing him actually say it made her uncomfortable. Not human? Was there something other than human? Maybe he was like a super human and just didn't consider himself a normal human. Maybe he was like wolverine from the X-Men? Healed fast, super strong... "I'm a different species entirely."
She was silent for a moment watching him. Well, if he was a different species what the hell was he? She had ruled out vampire. Werewolf? No that didn't make sense. It had been a full moon and he was himself. No, those things didn't exist. "Okay." There was a hint of humor in her voice, her own way of masking how uneasy this all made her. "Then what are you. An alien?" She thought she might throw up if he was. Aliens creeped her out.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Jun 9, 2012 15:07:25 GMT -5
"Then what are you. An alien?" Sebastian had to laugh at her question and turned his head so he could look at her. "Yes, Alyson. That is exactly what I am. And my mission is to spend time with you and learn all I can about Earth," he rolled his eyes at her and shook his head. If he was an alien would he really be spending his time with this one girl? Of course not.
Sebastian knew that she wouldn't be able to guess it and a part of him was reluctant to tell her. "You got rid of your curls," now he was just trying to change the subject. Maybe this could be a conversation for another time but right now it wasn't one he wanted to have. "You look more mature but I have to say I did love them. This wasn't some attempt to be rebellious and deter me, was it?" He seriously thought it was. Why else would she get rid of her gorgeous curls? Her straightened hair made her look older and it seemed to change the shape of her face. He'd have to get used to it that was for sure.
He rolled onto his side so that he could be facing the girl and propped his head up in his hand, his eyes moving up and down the girl just content with lying there watching her. His free hand moved to touch her shoulder and then gently rubbed her arm almost in an affectionate way. He could be sweet and kind when he wanted to be and although it wasn't often, Alyson was the one person these affections were reserved for. "Now if I'm going to be coming over here you better at least have something entertaining to do, and a full liquor cabinet."
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Jun 9, 2012 15:26:45 GMT -5
He was mocking her and she had mixed feelings about it. She rolled her eyes at him, waiting for the real explanation if hers was so ludicrous. She was relieved he wasn't an alien, though. That would have been weird and she might not have really believed him anyway, though it sort of made sense.
"You got rid of your curls," She raised a brow at him. What did her hair have to do with what he was? "You look more mature but I have to say I did love them. This wasn't some attempt to be rebellious and deter me, was it?" She rolled her eyes. Why was he changing the subject? She told him she wanted him to be honest, and though he wasn't being dishonest he was beating around the bush. Lying by omission.
"Contrary to popular belief not everything I do is directly linked to you. Though I guess this sort of is. Every picture in the paper showed me with a head full of curls. People were staring and I got tired of the looks. Less people recognize me." She explained truthfully. "It's not permanent. They'll come back the second my head get's wet."
Her eyes moved to his hand as it moved over hr arm, making her stomach squirm. She still had such mixed feeling about all of this. It was nice the way he touched her, but in a way it made her skin crawl like she was afraid he would make her feel more things she didn't necessarily want to feel towards him. Just because he apologized and said he wouldn't act the way he had before didn't mean she could so easily forget, though it was evident he was trying to make her forget about her original question.
"Now if I'm going to be coming over here you better at least have something entertaining to do, and a full liquor cabinet."
She sighed and pushed his hand off of her, bringing it to the bed where hers firmly rested on top of it, keeping it from it's journey across her side. "You can bring your own liquor." She told him firmly. "Answer me.." She prodded, her voice a little more gentle now as her eyes searched his, her brows lowering.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Jun 9, 2012 16:01:05 GMT -5
When she placed his hand back down on the mattress he couldn't help but feel a sense of rejection, although he should have been used to it by now with her. She wasn't the easiest person to get to just open up and he was still working on getting her to sleep with him. Never had he worked so hard to get into someone's pants before and it was actually a nice little challenge that he wasn't willing to give up. In time he knew he'd eventually get her.
"You can bring your own liquor." It sounded reasonable enough. He'd been draining the small liquor bottles that they had in the hotel room and even went down to the bar a few times to get a drink, but he didn't like to chance staying out too long. That paranoia would kick in and he'd be back in his room with only a slight buzz and a whole lot of anger with nothing to project it on. "I guess I can do that. And tomorrow when you're done with your studies you can find a new bed that you like and order it." He made a mental note to leave his credit card with her since he was willing to pay for the expense. He had a feeling if he did that she'd want to take revenge and probably make a few other ostentatious purchases but he didn't care.
"Answer me.." She wasn't going to let up and he wasn't willing to let in so he stared at her as if he was hoping she'd just forget the subject and move on but Alyson was stubborn as he well knew and he wasn't going to get out of this. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you. And you would run away screaming if I showed you." He almost looked worried about the way that she would react, especially since he'd never shown anyone else. He'd been around a long time but it didn't mean he was an idiot, he didn't go around showing people what he could do.
"But.." he licked his lips and sucked in a sharp breath between his teeth while his eyes were still on the girl, hesitant about the words he chose next. "..if you aren't going to let this go then I'll show you. You can come to my hotel room tomorrow when it's still light out, just before the sun goes down. Don't come any later than that, and I'll have a key waiting for you at the front desk. Then I'll show you, will that be enough for you?"
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Jun 9, 2012 22:42:24 GMT -5
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. And you would run away screaming if I showed you." He was right. She probably wouldn't believe him if he told her, but that didn't mean she didn't want to know. Running away and screaming on the other hand... now that was laughable. Could it be that bad? So bad that she would run away forever? Well he said he wasn't human. What happened to him during the day? She rolled her eyes at him, but deep down she was nervous about whatever it was that he was.
"But.." She looked up into his eyes expectantly. Was he going to spill anyway? "..if you aren't going to let this go then I'll show you. You can come to my hotel room tomorrow when it's still light out, just before the sun goes down. Don't come any later than that, and I'll have a key waiting for you at the front desk. Then I'll show you, will that be enough for you?"
Alyson pouted and shifted uneasily. She supposed it made sense that he show her instead of tell her because she probably wouldn't believe him, and if it happened when the sun was up then it made sense for him to show her when the sun was up. "Alright." She finally sad, anxious and disappointed. She wanted to know now, dammit, but she knew he wouldn't give in and she didn't want to piss him off by not believing him.
"You won't hurt me or anything, right?" She asked, her tone showing her uncertain she was about this whole thing. Maybe he was just fucking with her? No. No she'd seen the way he'd healed. He was serious.
She cleared her throat and then looked back at him. "So is that it for tonight?" She asked, unsure what the plan was. What did he want to do, go rob a mall again? She wasn't sure what he expected from her now and sex just seemed...weird.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Jun 9, 2012 23:02:59 GMT -5
She seemed very hesitant when he said that he would show her if she came by his hotel room. "You won't hurt me or anything, right?" And that was why, she probably thought he was going to snatch her up and hold her against her will again. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "No I'm not going to hurt you. You'll come over while the sun is out and you'll wait until it goes down. If I'm not around then just watch some television until I am," he thought it sounded rather funny considering he knew he'd be there the whole time but she wouldn't even realize it until the sun finally went down. Was she in for a surprise.
"So is that it for tonight?" He recalled she had been getting ready to study when he'd scared her and she probably had to get back to her books before she threw another hissy fit over how he'd ruined her life and so forth. "Yes. That's it." He felt like he'd won. Sure, there were terms that he had to agree to and he had to come to her instead of the other way around, but he'd won. He got her back and this time he wasn't going to let her go again. Not until he was through with her.
The springs creaked when he rolled over and got up, reminding him against how he wanted her to get a new bed. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the dark leather wallet, plucking out his credit card and then walking over to her desk. He held it up for her to see and then set it down on the desk so that she'd know exactly where it was. "I'm serious. A new bed. I haven't even seen the rest of your place, I'm sure there's plenty of other things you could use as well." It was his subtle way of saying 'make sure you buy want you need' without actually saying it. He tucked his wallet away back in his pocket and headed for the window that he'd snuck through earlier.
"Tomorrow at The Remington. Ask for me at the front desk and they'll give you a key. Will you be straightening your hair again?" He wanted to make sure he left the right description with the front desk since he wasn't sure if anyone else might be coming by to ask for him, and if Aly tried anything stupid then at least the key wouldn't be given to the wrong person.
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Jun 10, 2012 0:24:04 GMT -5
"Yes. That's it." Her cheeks turned pink. It felt so odd, like they were constructing a business deal or something. She would need to nap the next day to make sure she was able to stay up late. She told herself no matter what, though, she wasn't going to spend the night with him. Not yet. Not until he had spent the night at her place first. Of course she had no intention of dropping that bomb on him tonight, though.
She pushed herself up on her elbows when he got up, unsure if she should do the same. She watched him pull out his wallet and slide his credit card on her desk, making her raise a brow. A new bed and anything she wanted? Was he serious? There were plenty of things she wanted, but would she take it out on his credit card? Surely there was a max and the more money she racked up, the more he might expect form her. Still, the thought of getting new stuff was pretty damn tempting. She decided she would sleep on it and have a shopping spree tomorrow. Maybe.
"Tomorrow at The Remington. Ask for me at the front desk and they'll give you a key. Will you be straightening your hair again?" She blushed and gulped. "I don't have to." She offered softly, knowing he didn't want her hair straight. Was she really so easy?
He seemed content with her answer and disappeared out her window. Alyson laid there a long time, watching that window. Had that all really just happened? The credit card on her desk bearing his name made it clear that it did. Would the police be tracking his credit card? She would have a lot of explaining if they did..
After a long while she got up from the bed and picked her book and pen up and brought it back to her desk. If she planned on spending time out the next evening she was going to need to get some serious studying done.
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