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Post by AUGUST WITT on Apr 28, 2012 22:54:09 GMT -5
August was glad they were on the same page. She belonged to him now, she had agreed willingly. He felt satisfied by this somehow, knowing he wouldn't have to work so hard finding a way to release his tension. She would be his release, and she was not only willing but eager to do so.
She didn't need to give him permission to take what he wanted, but it was endearing that she did. He would help himself and would gladly restock anything she needed if that were the case. He watched her disappear through the bathroom and then moved easily into the kitchen. He, too, washed himself off using a paper towel, soap and water.
When he was satisfied he poured himself a glass of water and then set to work looking for something edible. He peaked in the fridge but found that he didn't feel much like cooking. He pursed his lips and shut the refrigerator, turning towards the counter. He found an orange and began to peel it. "Did you find anything?" He looked up at his gazelle as she came into the kitchen and held the orange up.
"I only cook out of necessity, and it's not often. I'd sooner call in." He explained. He could cook, and he could do it well when he was in the proper mood, but right now he was relaxed and a little tired. The last thing he felt like doing was whipping something up. "If you want we could order something." He wondered if anyplace might actually be open. It was a bit late for take away.
August pulled a wedge from the orange and slid it into his mouth, chewing slowly as his eyes moved down Maxine's body, openly admiring her. A smirk slid over his lips as he ogled her intimate spots before coming back to her eyes, his grin growing. "If only I could go all night.." He muttered softly sliding another wedge into his mouth. "But I need substance. What would you like?"
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Apr 29, 2012 0:08:47 GMT -5
Maxi sauntered over to the counter, leaning her elbows on the granite when he suggested take-out. "I don't think there's any place around here that will deliver so late," she said, looking at the clock. It was well past midnight. Delivery was a lost hope. Her eyes came back to him, eating his orange, checking her out, and she smiled. "If only I could go all night." Her smile grew, a little wicked now, and she reached over and plucked an orange wedge for herself. She felt she had earned it; plus, it was technically her orange anyway. "I'll make some pasta. It only takes a few minutes and it beats carry-out," she said lightly, already making her way to the pots. Wasn't the way to a man's heart through his stomach? Not that she was intentionally trying to get into his heart. She was just trying to be nice.
When the water was on the stove, she made her way to the pantry to grab the box of pasta. She didn't have any spaghetti, but she had rotini, which would work just as well. Waiting for the water to boil, she also grabbed a jar of sauce to heat up on the stove. She gave August an apologetic smile. "I hope you don't mind the jarred sauce. Normally I would make my own," she said before putting half the jar in a pot to heat on the stove. It only took a couple minutes to get all of that together, and there was little left to do but wait.
She went into the fridge and grabbed her own orange, peeling it with deft fingers. When it was peeled, she hopped up onto the counter, as was her custom, forgetting momentarily that she was still stark naked. Well, she would just have to wipe down the counters tomorrow. As she peeled off a wedge of orange, she smiled at August. "So is this how you spend every weekend? Picking up girls in liquor stores?" she teased, popping a wedge of orange in her mouth. The juice was sweet and tangy as it burst between her teeth. What a perfect treat; August and the orange.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Apr 29, 2012 19:18:44 GMT -5
His eyes moved to her lips as she ate the orange wedge, the corner of his mouth pulling up slightly. It was hard not to want her still, despite having taken her twice already that evening. She was moving around the kitchen with ease, and his eyes remained on her as she prepared to cook for him. It was such a domestic thing to do; hang around the kitchen and cook. The thought bothered him some but he did his best to try not dwelling on it. She was simply feeding him.
"Jarred sauce will be fine. For tonight." He added, his tone slightly teasing. He smirked at her and slid another slice of orange between his lips, sucking the sweet juice from it. It reminded him of her. "Next time I won't be so forgiving." He said it jokingly, but there was an undertone of seriousness. He wanted it clear he always expected the best from her, and she would give it to him. Food wasn't what he expected, though. It was her personal best he demanded.
"So is this how you spend every weekend? Picking up girls in liquor stores?" She was on the counter, peeling her own orange. He watched her, admiring the way her fingers moved and the way her tongue slid out ever so slightly to allow her fingers to deposit the sweet fruit. He had no idea if her movements were deliberate or if she had no idea how sexy she was being.
"Maybe not every weekend." There was a twinkle in his eye and the very edges of his lips turned upwards. "No, Maxine. It's rare I approach a woman in the liquor store, or anywhere that is not intended for picking women up. When I'm interested in company, I go places where I can find like minded women. Last night luck was on my side and saved me the trouble." He slid another piece in his mouth. "Perhaps I won't need to find company again for some time. We'll see how well you behave."
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Apr 29, 2012 20:00:42 GMT -5
"Maybe not every weekend."
Maxi gave a little giggle, popping another wedge of orange in her mouth, admiring the twinkle in his eye. It made her feel awfully good about herself to hear that it wasn't his habit to meet women in strange places. That meant she somehow stood out. Perhaps it was just her mop of red hair, though. What he said next surprised her. "Perhaps I won't need to find company again for some time. We'll see how well you behave." August was full of surprises. Her smile grew wider, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. She didn't say it, but it occurred to her that maybe August was hers as much as she was his. Not in the same way, of course, but maybe he actually liked her. It was a nice thought. "I'd like that," she said softly through her smile.
Looking over at the stove, she saw the water was boiling. She hopped down off the counter, leaving her orange there, and picked up the box of rotelle. She dumped the contents of the box into the water and stirred it a bit so they wouldn't stick to the bottom of the pot. Then she stirred the sauce a little, making sure it wasn't burning either. Satisfied, she glanced at the clock so she could make sure the pasta didn't get overcooked. She turned back and grabbed her orange again, this time just leaning her elbows on the counter, throwing him a smile.
Her eyes drifted over him slow enough so he could notice. Really, she was just teasing him, but she couldn't help really taking in his figure. He was an impressive specimen, standing naked there in her kitchen. It was fascinating to her that she could still want him so much after already having had sex with him two times tonight. Two times in practically one go, no less. Grinning, she brought another orange slice to her lips. "How you doing?" she asked playfully, as if she was trying to pick him up at a bar. Laughing, she popped the orange piece in her mouth, wondering how he would react to her joke.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Apr 29, 2012 21:52:24 GMT -5
His eyes focused on hers as they roamed over him. He enjoyed seeing her enjoy him and there was a cool arrogance in the way he watched her, a smirk on his face. She no doubt loved what she saw.
"How you doing?" she asked him, her voice playful. There was an emphasis on the word you and he raised a brow. He had heard people say it like this before but wasn't entirely sure why she was doing it with him. He only stared at her, mildly confused. Was it a joke? Was she teasing him? Playing with him? She didn't seem serious when she said it. Perhaps she simply wasn't sure what to say so said the first idiotic thing that entered her mind.
He chose to ignore the comment, moving in front of her once more. He trapped her there between his body and the counter, his look sinful. He peeled his orange and slowly slid it between her lips, watching it push onto her pink tongue. "I like it better when your mouth is full. Though oranges aren't my preference when it comes to spreading those gorgeous lips apart and filling that entry." His fingers slid over her lips lightly, his eyes watching her eat. This was a far better use for those lips than saying silly things that made no sense.
"Are you going to share?" He asked as his hand crept to her chin, holding it lightly as his own lips hovered close, warm and sticky. His tongue darted out and licked at the corner of her lips and he smirked. "Mmm.."
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Apr 29, 2012 22:41:26 GMT -5
August didn't get the joke. Didn't he ever watch Friends? When she really considered it, she supposed not. He didn't seem like a sitcom kind of guy. But she did like that he moved in front of her again, and she turned to face him, leaning against the counter. When he brought the fruit to her lips, she gave a wicked smile and let him slowly push the fruit into her mouth. She chewed slowly, watching him all the while. "I like it better when your mouth is full. Though oranges aren't my preference when it comes to spreading those gorgeous lips apart and filling that entry." She blushed hot pink, giving a little giggle. Those fingers of his were on her lips as she ate, and she nipped the tip of one gently, playfully. Desire was burning through her again.
"Are you going to share?" He was holding her chin, his mouth close to hers. He smelled like oranges. When that sneaky little tongue darted out to the corner of her mouth, she laughed. "Mmm," she hummed back at him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as she kept him close. "I guess I could," she all but whispered. She kissed him, the sweet juice in her mouth playing along his tongue as her own crept past his lips. The longer the kiss lasted, the more she wanted him again. One hand wove into his hair as the heat of their kiss grew. Her body was pressed against his, aching for him again, when a hissing sound caught her attention.
Breaking away from his mouth, she looked over at the stove. The water was bubbling dangerously close to overflow on the pot. It had only been a minute longer than she intended for the pasta to be on, but it was enough to get the pot all excited. She hurriedly turned off the heat on the stove, realizing the sauce had been on longer than she intended as well. It was too hot to eat right away; she would have to let it cool off. She took the pasta over to the sink, crouching down to get a strainer out of a lower cabinet. She smirked at August as she drained the pasta into the strainer in the sink, the steam warming her skin more. "You distracted me from my cooking. Now it's too hot," she scolded lightly. What could they do while it was cooling off? The thought made her blush a little, though she looked away and poured the pasta back in the pot. If he wanted it, he would take it, that she knew.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Apr 30, 2012 6:49:09 GMT -5
Her kiss was tangy sweet and he could easily taste the fruit she'd just eaten. I made it all the more enjoyable. There were many things August found he liked about his little gazelle, and her mouth was certainly one of them. As long as she wasn't running it.
She was succumbing to him once more, her body aching with desire. She would submit to him all night if he wanted it, which he certainly did, the firm, but gentle hand on her hip letting her know that he had every intention to take her again, as many time as he was physically able to, and he would be torturing her in between each session. There was a hiss and she was pulling away from him, leaving him standing there, an annoyed feeling slipping through him.
He turned his head to watch her, his body still facing the counter, his hands latching onto the edge for support. Fuck the food! He pursed his lips knowing she had no choice since if she didn't act quickly she could have burned the house down and ruined their meal. He suddenly didn't care about the meal though, not when she was so delectable.
"You distracted me from my cooking. Now it's too hot," She admonished and he turned so his entire body could face her once more. "Are you reprimanding me, Maxine?" He asked cocking a brow. He knew she wasn't really chastising him, but his tone remained borderline serious. "I'm certain that it would be too hot regardless. It was being cooked over an open flame." He reminded his own smirk growing.
"Are you insinuating you would prefer I discontinue my advances?" August stepped closer to her, looking down into her eyes as she stood next to the sink. "Because I have no intention of doing that." His voice was husky, the look in his eyes challenging with a hint of humor.
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Apr 30, 2012 10:27:16 GMT -5
"Are you reprimanding me, Maxine?" She giggled, placing the pot of pasta on the counter. He sounded serious, but she knew better. "I'm certain that it would be too hot regardless. It was being cooked over an open flame." Maxi narrowed her eyes playfully, cocking her head to the side. "Smart ass," she said with a teasing tone. He was funny when he wanted to be.
As he stepped closer to her, she felt her grin spreading across her face. He was hooked, and he wanted it as much as she did. She stepped towards him too, away from the sink, and she found herself hopping up onto the counter again. Her arms reached out and coaxed him closer, letting him in between her knees. "I don't want you to," she said softly, amorously, her arms coming around his broad shoulders. God, he was sexy.
She brought her lips to his, still tasting oranges on his lips. Once more, her tongue slipped across his lower lip, asking for an invitation in. The kisses were heated despite the cold granite beneath her, and soon she was enveloped in his heat, his smell. Her heart was racing, her cheeks a little flushed. One hand gripped his hair gently, unable to help herself. She pulled back a little, her lips still brushing against his, and she opened her blue eyes to his. "What about the food?" she whispered playfully, a coy smile on her lips.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on Apr 30, 2012 12:24:30 GMT -5
It was too easy to lose himself in her. she invited him in so easily, and had a difficult time refusing the bait. Sure, he tormented her with his own seduction, but despite wanting to deny her advances he found it arduous to do so. He was sexually exhausted but wanted nothing more than to take her again and again. His body reacted to her touch, igniting.. August slid his hands to her waist, pressing his body closer to her as she kissed him. He met her lips fervently with his own, their tongues intertwining as if they were doing some sort of intricate dance routine and his hands glided around to her backside. How did she have so much power over him? He loved and loathed it at the same time. He knew he mustn't allow it to control him, though.
"What about the food?" His stomach growled angrily as if to concur with Maxine. It was almost like it was saying Yea, what about the food? He hugged her body close, his growing erection pressed between their stomachs.
"I'm hungry for you." He told her in a soft, desperate voice. Maxine made August feel alive. He pulled his hands away and grabbed her legs, pushing them behind his back and then wrapping his arms around her once more, holding her to him as he pulled her off the counter. Where had his energy for another round come from? He silently blamed the orange, which he could still taste the hints of in her kiss.
"Allow me to keep you busy while it cools. were you not just complaining it was too hot?" He asked, moving towards the stairs. The couch had been awkward and he wanted a larger playing field. He didn't bother asking if this was what she wanted or if she minded going to her room. He was taking her there, like it or not. And if she fussed, he would simply have to remind her that this was what she wanted and certainly needed.
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on Apr 30, 2012 13:18:39 GMT -5
Maxi heard his stomach growl, but August ignored it, pulling her closer. "I'm hungry for you." Maxi felt the breath stolen from her with those words, her smile growing with what she felt between them. "Me too," she replied softly. How she managed to get him so excited when she could hear his hunger was beyond her. All she knew is she had forgotten about pasta for the moment; she needed him. Her legs followed his instruction, securing themselves around his waist as her arms linked tightly around his neck, a giggle leaving her. She felt so...content. Lusty and breathless, but content. When was the last time she had felt that way?
He was carrying her away from the kitchen, and she kissed him to let him know it was okay to do so. "Allow me to keep you busy while it cools. Were you not just complaining it was too hot?" She giggled against his mouth, one hand combing through his wavy hair. His hair was so fun to play with. "Okay," she sighed, pressing her lips to his again. He had to be one of the best kissers she had ever encountered. A little moan left her as they made their way up the stairs, excited to be headed to her room.
The light wasn't on and it was dark in her room, but there was a little light creeping in from the office down the hallway. Her heart was pounding again and her hands found his chiseled jaw, his stubble rough beneath her soft hands. His lips were soft, though, and she kissed them passionately, her teeth nipping his bottom lip every now and then. "I want you," she whispered between their kisses.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on May 2, 2012 6:48:09 GMT -5
He looked at her as they laid together on her bed, spent. Their bodies glistening with sweat in the dark room, made dim only by a light shining in from the open door. Their conversation was one August wasn't really keen on. He neither agreed or disagreed to the fact he liked her saying his name. He didn't mind too terribly when she spoke when he was finding his orgasm, but it was too much a distraction when he was trying to focus on pleasing her and prolonging the experience. He decided it was best just to simply not comment.
More so he was too tired to fight her when she curled close, kissing him and tangling herself around him. Normally he would slip from the bed at that point, excuse himself to clean up or whatever other strange excuse he could muster up, but he didn't have the energy, and frankly he didn't mind. Not tonight. Not with Maxine.
Her fingers were curled into his hair and he turned so he could see her head on the pillow. He felt a pang of jealousy towards the stupid pillow, but made no move or gesture. What a stupid thing to think; jealousy over a pillow.
"What's your last name?" Came her soft whisper of a voice. August smirked. The irony of his last name had never been lost on him. "Witt." He told her honestly, his tongue flicking off the roof of his mouth at the T in his name, enunciating it clearly for her. "August Franklin Witt." He sighed contently, gazing at her in the dim room, able to make out her features clearly though they were all painted a deep blue. "Are you hungry, or would you like to continue to rest?"
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on May 2, 2012 12:52:05 GMT -5
Maxi grinned at August's answer. Witt. It was such a perfect last name for him. Almost like a character in a novel. His whole name, August Franklin Witt, had an old world kind of feel to it. "August Franklin Witt," she repeated softly, liking the way it rolled off her tongue. His sigh sounded as content as she felt, curled up against him with her fingers twirling in his brown hair. For a moment, she wished they could just continue on like this indefinitely. But at dawn, the time of day she felt most herself, August would be long gone. Why did he have to turn to stone when the sun rose?
"Are you hungry, or would you like to continue to rest?" She could see he was looking at her in the darkness, and she considered his question for a moment. A lazy smile crossed her lips. "I'm hungry, but I don't want to move," she said softly. "Can I just eat you?" She giggled, letting him know it was a tease. Her hand moved back to his jaw and she kissed him lightly before reluctantly rolling away. "On second thought, your skin's probably too tough," she sighed with a flirty smile.
Standing beside the bed, she felt sore, her backside especially. But despite the soreness, she felt electrified. She was more alive than she could remember feeling in a long time. Like Frankenstein's monster reanimated by electricity. Looking back at him, her smile was bright. "I think the food is probably cooled off, now," she commented light-heartedly. "Thanks for keeping me busy." Her tone was playful and she led the way back down the stairs to the kitchen to dish out some pasta and sauce for herself. August certainly knew how to work up all of her appetites.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on May 2, 2012 22:45:48 GMT -5
"Can I just eat you?" She was giggling but he gave her a dark smirk. "Yes." He replied in a low voice, liking the idea. A growl of a chuckle resonated in the back of his throat as she rolled off the bed. He watched, relaxed from his spot.
"I would imagine I'm rather stringy." He teased at her comment about his skin. He gave a long sigh of relaxation, stretching his body out on the bed. It was a comfortable bed.
August felt his stomach growl as she spoke about the food being cooled off. "You're most welcome." He replied and watched her move out the room. He laid there for a moment, not sure if he wanted to get up or not. Part of him wanted to just stay right there, but it wasn't an option. Any food sounded good, even the garbage she'd whipped up last second.
He peeled himself from her sheets and made his way downstairs. He grabbed the bottle of wine, forgetting about the glass, and took a long, deep chug from it. "If you would be so kind, I would like a plate." He told her, his request somewhere between asking and demanding. He expected her to bring it to him as he set himself down, drained. He deserved it; he'd done all the work. Of course he knew she would have gladly done more had he allowed it, but he wasn't willing to give her that opportunity yet. Perhaps later..
"Have I exhausted you yet? Or has our evening only just begun?" He inquired, raising a brow. If she was ready for more, he would gladly accept, but he was not moving a muscle for anything else that night. As it stood he intended to leave after their meal. Despite it being a weeknight he knew she would need her rest. She was almost human, after all.
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Post by MAXINE MCMANUS on May 3, 2012 0:13:16 GMT -5
Maxi was surprised when August just drank straight from the bottle, but she gave a breathy laugh, shaking her head. "If you would be so kind, I would like a plate." She figured it was the least she could do after her had served up three orgasms on a silver platter for her. Fixing him a plate of pasta and sauce too, she brought both plates back to the table. It made her feel domestic again to serve a man his food, and she laughed at herself inwardly, finding a strange satisfaction in it. She took her seat and crossed her legs as she started chowing down. It was just what she needed.
"Have I exhausted you yet? Or has our evening only just begun?" She looked a little surprised by the question and glanced to the clock. It was almost two in the morning. Just looking at the time made her feel sleepy, but she gave a grin, stabbing more pasta with her fork. Her sapphire eyes came to his as she said, "That depends on if you get me in the mood again." Her voice was a purr, and she kept her eyes on his as she placed her fork in her mouth again. Why was she so insatiable when it came to him?
Trying to take her mind off of sex, she wondered what else he would tell her about himself. "Have you ever been outside of Scriptor Bay?" she asked suddenly. It wasn't sudden, really. The Celtic cross she had brought from Ireland which hung in her kitchen had caught her eye and made her think of the question, but she was certain it must have seemed sudden to him. She put another fork full of pasta in her mouth, listening for his answer attentively.
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Post by AUGUST WITT on May 3, 2012 8:44:22 GMT -5
"That depends on if you get me in the mood again." His grin was more amused than anything else, and he offered a true little chuckle. Had he only just met her last night? She was insatiable, and he adored it, but August had no intention of getting her riled again, not yet.
He slipped his fork into the pasta and poked at it, taking a large bite. Pasta and sauce wasn't something he indulged in often. It wasn't typically his thing, but it tasted amazing. He knew that had a lot to do with being as hungry as he was, but it didn't matter. He took another healthy bite and let the warm food slide into his awaiting stomach, which seemed to be sighing happily.
"Have you ever been outside of Scriptor Bay?" He felt a pang in his stomach at her words, making the food less welcome. He looked up at her, all traces of his good mood gone. All traces of anything gone. His look was mostly a blank one as he watched her for a moment, and then without reason he looked away, down at the food, poking at it once more. "No." He said a little sullenly.
August had never been carefree. He had never been whimsical and it wasn't until he was an adult that he had any interest in music and art or anything that had to do with being cultural. He had but one passion as a boy, and it was to travel. He wanted nothing more than to see the world, but his father had squelched his dreams. He would have been a different man given the opportunity to leave the city in pursuit of other Guardians, but it just hadn't been in his cards. He would be eternally bitter for it, but he didn't allow it to show in his every day life. It was reminders like Maxine's that opened up the mildly healed wound.
"I suppose I'm a homebody." He said softly, though he knew he was anything but. He had obligations, and he would fill them which meant staying put. "And you?" He asked, doing his very best not to sound like a sad toddler. "What of your adventures?" He asked, though his heart wasn't in it. He didn't ant to know about the lovely things she'd seen, the places she'd gone. It only reminded him of his lack of traveling.
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