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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Apr 16, 2012 6:54:21 GMT -5
She felt herself become almost small when he turned angry, seeming to hulk over her now. It made her uncomfortable to see him turn that way, knowing she'd pushed him too far. He was going to do something, and when he grabbed her arm and pulled her close, she was too afraid to fight him. Flirting with guys and throwing fits were all good and well until he turned this way, and then she found herself getting anxious, her breathing shallow giving away how uncomfortable she was.
He made a good point; she wasn't standing idly waiting for him, it had been the other way around. Regardless, he didn't have to stand idly. He could have stayed by her side or shopped himself, though what for was beyond her. She felt her own fear slip away a little realizing he wasn't going to beat her, but instead lecture her. Lectures were far less terrifying. She opened her mouth to throw the point back into his face, but he was talking again, and it shut her up.
"Second, I would enjoy flirting with you very much. But you've cold shouldered me constantly." She felt her cheeks flush. Well, that answers the question of him having feelings or not. Clearly he did if he wanted to flirt with her and if he was willing to complain about her constant up and down with him. Couldn't he see how difficult this all was for her? She wanted to enjoy herself, but she had a hard time doing so, because every time she let her guard down she had to remind herself what he'd done. She felt guilty every time she let him close, as if she were deceiving herself. It was like admitting she enjoyed having been taken, which she did not. She wanted him to know it, but words escaped her as he gave her her space back, letting go.
"See what you did? You got me so upset that we didn't even get to look around first." She pursed her lips as he blamed her. Always her fault. Everything was her fault! One would think he was the only child and not the other way around. Well, he's filthy stinking rich. Of course nothing is his fault. He can afford to blame someone else. On the inside she grinned at her own minds assessment, but her face stayed stoic. "Because I'm the one who handed him my credit card." She grumbled softly under her breath at him.
When he told her to stay, she surprised herself in listening. She didn't move, standing in the same spot and watching him move away to make the arrangements for delivery and set up. Her eyes moved over his body. Why did she have to constantly fight with herself about all of this? she was making it harder for everyone. She was making him miserable, which she actually liked, but in the process she was doing more harm to herself than him. He had the liberty to go out if he wanted and be around other people, where she did not. Plus, the more she fought him, the farther she would come to getting him to love her. It's not as simple as that. and she gulped and gave a shallow nod, agreeing with herself, her eyes downcast to the ground. It wasn't that simple. She couldn't flip a switch and let all the ill feelings slip away. He had proved she needed to be cautious around him, and she was a grudge holder. He'd hurt her, physically and mentally. It wasn't easy to just see past that and move on.
All too soon he was back and she was looking up at him, more calm. "Come." He instructed and she allowed his arm to hang loosely around her shoulder, not trying to move away from his touch by shrugging it off or scooting away from him. She behaved, exactly how he had wanted her to be. When he spoke again she bristled with annoyance, her lips pursing as a scowl slid onto her face. His arrogance was almost suffocating, but she knew what he said was true. She had been jealous of his wandering eyes. She was starting to think of him as hers as much as he was thinking of her as his. She was very aware of her impending Stockholm Syndrome diagnosis, but she couldn't help it. He had charm when he wanted, and, well, look at him!
"You know I could say the exact same thing to you." she challenged, peaking up at him, almost challenging him to deny he had felt a little jealous. If he hadn't he wouldn't have tried to get rid of Robert the nervous sales clerk who clearly couldn't hit on her even if he really wanted to.
Her gaze moved forward and she sighed as he steered them into the department store. "You took me." She reminded, her voice soft and gentle now, her words meant only for his ears as he kept her close with his arm. "You hurt me, tried to rape me, nearly killed me. I might be physically okay now but I can't just forget that stuff so easily because you're willing to play nice." She told him, trying to give him a rare glance into her mind. "Every time you say something funny, or play with me and cheer me up, I remind myself of those moments when you weren't so...pleasant. It will take time to just forgive you. If I can. Buying me stuff and taking me out just aren't enough. I'm just...going to be moody. I'm not keen on Stockholm Syndrome, but fine... it's hard not to be a little drawn to you. Especially when you're holding a bra to your chest and teasing to try it on. It's playing dirty. My mind wants me to stay mad, and wants me to enjoy you at the same time. Can you understand that?"
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Apr 16, 2012 10:35:02 GMT -5
Sebastian stopped when Alyson started to explain the way she felt. It still made her seem like she had bipolar tendencies. It was bad enough that Sebastian would snap on a whim without having this little blonde doing the same. It made them clash in a way that he knew he wouldn't have patience for long to work. He tipped his head back and shut his eyes, heaving out a deep sigh before he opened his eyes again and looked down at her. His hands balled into fists and then he opened them with frustration and shook his head.
Then he decided the only way he'd be able to remain calm was if he grabbed her again. So he reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders, just letting his hands rest there. "There are so many things wrong with what you're saying. I didn't almost rape you. I don't rape women when there's so many who are willing, and I let my temper get the best of me that night. And if I wanted you dead you wouldn't be here. But I made it clear that I don't want that." He hesitated before he reached up and stroked her cheek but then his eyes darkened and he pulled away.
"And if you're going to hate me then hate me. But bouncing back and forth the way you are is enough to make a normal man crazy. Just imagine what it's doing to me." He grumbled to her and decided that maybe he should just get his shopping done and ignore her the rest of the night. If she wanted to hate him then he'd make it easy. But then if she wanted a companion and someone to talk to then he would gladly make that easy as well. But guessing at what she felt like having was too much for Sebastian.
"And to make a point of something else you said." Sebastian stopped and turned, looking over to Alyson once more. "I never said I wasn't jealous." He wasn't saying he was, but he figured she would assume it from what he said. Sebastian didn't like jealousy one bit but he'd felt it. He'd felt it soaring through his veins and he'd wanted to tear that sales clerk to pieces right then and there in the electronics store. But he hadn't. Because he knew if he were to show any violence then it would sink Alyson into her little hole once more. He'd gotten her to open up so much, too. He wasn't willing to lose it just yet. He knew he would eventually but he wanted to hold onto it a little bit longer.
"You don't want to know the things that were running through my mind." He growled and moved closer to her so he could touch her hair once more. He wanted to just embrace her and take a long whiff of that hair. "And naturally all the things that I wanted to do to you to show to him that you were mine." He said and knew there were two ways she could take his words. Either as pain or pleasure, and he knew that he'd thought up both.
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Apr 16, 2012 11:20:05 GMT -5
She had hoped she would get through to him, but when he stopped her she saw that look in his eyes once more, that is before he slid them shut. He was upset. She had opened up to him and told him exactly what she felt and now he was angry? Wasn't that what he wanted? No. He didn't care about what she wanted. Or did he just say that the other night to hurt her in a fit of anger? She couldn't tell. She couldn't tell about anything with him.
Her lips were pursed, her brows low over her eyes as she looked up at him, angry and hurt by his reaction. She had hoped for something different, but what? His hands slid to her shoulders, and again she didn't brush him off. It seemed like he'd tried to rape her the other night, but either way he had lost his mind with fury, so if he wasn't about to force himself on her, he was about to rip her to shreds
"And if you're going to hate me then hate me. But bouncing back and forth the way you are is enough to make a normal man crazy. Just imagine what it's doing to me." Precisely why she didn't have regular boyfriends. It was always one thing or the other with them. They were driving her crazy or vice versa. In fact she hadn't dated since she moved to the west coast. Boyfriends were something she did in high school. His comment brought her back to that lingering unanswered question about what he was. He wasn't a vampire, he wasn't a zombie.. What was he? A werewolf? No, those didn't exist either.
"I never said I wasn't jealous." She had no idea how to take his statement. Good, that was the point. She thought, wanting him to know what it had been like to be ignored that way, only she felt her heart flutter. Stop that, heart! Christ, he kidnapped you! It was the internal see-saw rearing it's nasty head once more.
"And naturally all the things that I wanted to do to you to show to him that you were mine.". She pursed her lips, hating that he called her his. She wasn't his. She wasn't anybody's! But at the same time there was a tingle in her stomach. He wanted her. She didn't think it in a sexual way, but more as a whole thing. He wanted her. Despite the fact tat he kidnapped and had been cruel, it was a nice feeling to be wanted. To have some think of you as theirs.
"Yours?" She asked, a hint of mocking in her tone as she raised a brow, a hint of a smirk dancing across her lips. She tried to forget the guilt as she held onto his words. "You wouldn't do anything to me in public." She taunted, though there was an air of playfulness in her voice. She was testing him, and deep down she knew she should really just shut her mouth, but she wanted to torment him and this seemed like the only way to do it without making him fly off the handle afterwards.
"Someone might see." She reminded. "I'm a missing person, after all. You wouldn't want to draw attention to yourself by proving I'm yours." It was like she was tempting him, which she was fine with. What was he going to do? He couldn't do shit! He was powerless, or so Alyson believed.
She took a step back from him towards the store. "I'm ready to finish shopping." She told him, that spark in her eye that said she had control, and there was shit he could do about it.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Apr 16, 2012 13:00:14 GMT -5
"You wouldn't do anything to me in public."
It was as if Alyson was trying to egg him on. He didn't like being told what he would and wouldn't do and in turn narrowed his eyes at her but didn't move a muscle. He just watched her, listening to her as she bravely stated that because she was a person who was kidnapped he would be too cowardice to do anything. Of course she said it in her own words but it sounded more like a challenge than anything else.
Sebastian's lips slowly turned into what looked like a partial smirk with a hint of a sneer, following after the girl into the department store. She didn't think he would do anything that would cause a scene? Maybe he would. But he didn't want it to be right there in the open, and he wanted to be sure he caught her off guard.
"I'm ready to finish shopping."
"I'm so thrilled." He muttered sarcastically and as they entered the department store they were met with the scents of different perfumes and cologne. There was a part of him that wanted to go around and find some perfume for Alyson and even a new cologne for himself, but he had another agenda. There was a more pressing matter at hand and the very thought of it aroused him.
"Let's go upstairs to the bathroom section." He ordered and reached out to grab hold of her by the hand almost the same way that she had the night before at the pier. Sebastian attempted to intertwine his fingers with hers if she would allow him to and lead them towards the escalator that was smack dab in the center of the department store. Of course they had to walk through all the painfully pushy sales associates who were trying to offer them different perfumes and makeups to try. One of them even had the audacity to spray some of the cologne at them as they walked by, and Sebastian was met with a face full of the mist. He spun around and glared at the girl, releasing his hand from Alyson's grip and getting ready to wind it back to hit the woman.
The sales associate, who was only trying to get herself a quick sale, leaned back and looked mortified when she saw how quick the man tensed up and turned on her. She gasped and jumped, clearly frightened! Sebastian wanted to smack her across the face but he stopped himself, deciding otherwise. He'd have mall security all over him if he did such a thing and that wasn't worth it to him. He glared at her a second longer before he shook his head and turned to keep moving. He let out a little cough, the scent wafting into his nose and mouth and overwhelming his senses. It was disgusting and had a sickly sweet smell to it. Whatever sort of cologne that was it wasn't very manly in his opinion. He didn't want to smell like dandelions and glitter.
"That just made things better." He mumbled to himself just as he stepped onto the escalator.
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Apr 16, 2012 13:48:19 GMT -5
She felt big, powerful.. It was like she'd ran a marathon and had come in the top five. She wasn't feeling first place good, but she was feeling pretty darn proud. He pretty much ignored her comments, which mean he knew she was right. She had won. Of course, that didn't save her from proving she was "his" later, but later they wouldn't be around anyone. There would be no one to prove it to but himself, and she decided she might allow him to believe that behind closed doors. That didn't mean she was ready to jump into the sac with him, but she was certainly feeling more generous about how he viewed her in private.
Small victories!
Alyson allowed Sebastian to curl his fingers around hers. Was that how he would prove to her she was "his"? Holding hands? She'd held plenty of hands in her time. Then she wondered why she was focusing on it so much? Who cared, let him have his own small victory.
She was fine going upstairs, trying not to look too smug, when the incident with the perfume girl happened. She was a little surprised, and the smug, proud feeling she had washed away as he pulled his hand away and swung it back as if to strike the sales girl. Her mouth dropped in horror ad surprise. She didn't even have time to act, so startled by his reaction to her.
All too quickly the girl gasped, and made to move out of the way, but he stopped himself from hitting her and quickly moved on. Mortified, Alyson stared at the girl, her eyes wide. she gulped and looked at the back of the man who called her his and then the girl. "Sorry.." She whispered hoarsely, not wanting to follow, but knowing she really had little choice in the matter. Her steps were quick and her fingers were tugging at each other in front of her as she caught up to Sebastian, angry that she looked like some idiot girlfriend with an abusive boyfriend, when it wasn't like that at all. If only she could explain.
She gathered her wits and glowered at him. "You didn't have to do that." She told him firmly, her voice small though. She knew he knew that already. "I'd like it if you didn't do that with me around again." She continued, her voice low, nervous, but attempting to be firm. "It makes me look like a weak, stupid girl. You might think that's exactly what I am, but I'm not." Her voice was almost pleading, willing him to not get angry with her and strike her instead. Maybe that was the point, though. Maybe he knew she would follow, and show her that he could prove to others she was his. What girl would follow a man who just did what he'd done to a strange woman? If he was willing to hit a stranger, what was he capable of behind closed doors?
She reached for his hand, now knowing she had to keep him from flying off the handle. She needed to play nice in order to do that, so she slid her arm around his and attempted to lace her fingers with his as their arms intertwined, forcing her to stand so close that their bodies would brush as they walked. She wasn't sure if it was what he wanted from her or not, but he was a walking bomb she needed to defuse, and this was the only way she could think to do it.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Apr 16, 2012 14:07:07 GMT -5
Sebastian made a face of disgust at the taste of the shit that the lady sprayed into his mouth. It definitely wasn't cologne, he had decided. He looked down at Alyson as she tried to explain to him how she didn't like what he had done. He didn't strike her! He might have looked like he was going to but he hadn't. He was pretty sure that women wouldn't soon forget him either, and that brought a bit of a smile to his lips. When Alyson reached for his hand he wrapped his fingers around hers gently and then let out a low sigh.
"She caught me off guard. Normally I don't go around shopping malls about to strike women. But when you're sprayed in the face by a putrid smelling cologne you can't help but lose your temper a bit. I can taste it." Sebastian was now the one who seemed to be throwing a bit of a tantrum. He stuck his tongue out a bit and gave another look of disgust just as they reached the top of the escalator and he moved off of it.
He held fast to her hand and pulled her closer so he could bury his face through her hair and into her neck as if to nuzzle it. But actually he was trying to rub some off the damn stench off onto her since it was all he could smell anymore. "Maybe you need some." He said into her neck and while he was so close he figured it would make for a way to try and lighten the mood a bit until he pulled away. He knew it was only a matter of time before she'd push him away and he was willing to back off, but he wasn't willing to let go of her hand.
"And I don't think you're stupid." He commented about what she had said, assuming what he thought about her. "And you're much tougher than I suspected you would be." Although he'd brought tears to her eyes just the previous night, he'd never actually seen her cry. She didn't cry in front of him and a part of him wished that she would. There was a twisted part of him that wanted to make her cry. The bring her down to her needs sobbing. But then another part of him didn't want to ever see her in that much pain. It was conflicting.
"Come, let's go look through the bathroom selection."
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Apr 16, 2012 14:48:54 GMT -5
His excuse for what he did wasn't really a good one, but she was under the impression that he just didn't get out much, and he was used to getting his way even if he had to force it upon people. She decided not to say anything about him losing his temper. She would have probably said something if someone had sprayed perfume in her mouth, too. It was rude, gross, and completely unnecessary.
When Sebastian pulled her closer to him, she let him though his sudden nuzzle surprised her. His face was buried into her hair, pushing her head to the side as his face moved against her neck. The stubble on his chin both tickled and scratched her, her head forced to the side a little as he nudged at her. She gulped, wanting to shove him away but liking the feel of it at the same time. "Maybe you need some." His breath was hot on her neck, and she sucked in a breath, knowing she knew she should pull away from him, but before she had a chance, he was gone. Her lips narrowed into a thin line. She wanted to chastise him for what he'd done, but didn't want to sour the mood again.
He left her feeling confused more than anything else. If they had been home she might have stopped him sooner. She didn't feel as brave in the store where there was an audience to witness her outburst. He would end up insisting they leave and probably choke her outside or something. Who knew with him, but she was relieved he had at least calmed down. That mean she could enjoy the night somewhat, despite his unwanted act of nuzzling her neck. Or so she told her self it had been.
"And I don't think you're stupid." She listened to his compliments and inwardly grinned, feeling better. That's right, she was tough. It was good he recognized it. "Good." She chided with some amount of pride. She wasn't a stupid pushover and she was glad he recognized that.
She nodded in response to going to the bathroom section. "It will be nice having a new mirror and not seeing my reflection chopped into a hundred some pieces." It wasn't easy looking at yourself in a cracked mirror. She sighed, not sure what to even say to him. She wanted to taunt him, but didn't at the same time. "It would be nice having two lamps, too. And a piano bench, and a door on the bathroom..." She started ticking off all of the thing's he'd broken, though she knew she was equally guilty, having broke one of the nightstands. Her tone was somewhere between amused and mocking. "What else you planning to break?" She asked, bumping into him as their hands stayed knitted together.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Apr 16, 2012 17:48:39 GMT -5
"Good."
It was obvious that Alyson was pleased with the compliment that Sebastian had given her. He was starting to wonder if maybe he was being too lenient with the girl. Perhaps he should tighten his grip, make her squeal from pain. Maybe he should give her a stern look and berate her to put her back in her place.
But he couldn't.
Sebastian didn't want to see any pain on that delicate face of hers. It was as if he were no longer the dominant one in this relationship but just a simple submissive. He was submitting to her requests constantly. She listed off the things she wanted and he thought he heard a little bit of a taunt in her voice when she asked what else he was going to break. Your will. He thought to himself but didn't say anything at first.
He simply guided her towards the bathroom section, allowing his own comments to sit on the tip of his tongue instead of daring utter them. He gave her hand a bit of a squeeze before he finally let go once they reached the bathroom section. And of course, there were mirrors everywhere. It didn't take him long to let his vanity take over as he looked at himself from different angles, turning his head this way and that. He loved the way he looked. Sebastian knew he was sexy, and he knew Alyson knew it as well.
"Well? Let's get one that's a little sturdier this time. Or you can just make sure you don't get me angry." He smirked at that, knowing that sometimes it wasn't her fault. He was just one of those people who were naturally angry. He didn't need a reason to go into a rage. "We'll be sure to get a bench for the piano. Can't have you standing there leaning over it, can we?"
Then the thought struck him that he wouldn't mind seeing her bent over the piano.. preferably in a pair of those slutty little panties he had just bought for her. And his smile grew on his face, and he was starting to feel brave himself. "Although the thought of you bending over it is rather stimulating."
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Apr 16, 2012 18:57:02 GMT -5
When they got to the bathroom section he led her to the mirrors. She looked around, but in the end it wasn't her bathroom and it wasn't she who had broken the mirror in the first place. Of course, she had a feeling Sebastian would say otherwise. Of course he had been the one to physically break it, but it had been her who had gotten him so wound up that he broke it. She was sure that would be what he said.
She noticed him checking himself out in the mirrors and she rolled her eyes at him. Could he be more vain? Knowing him, probably. At least he wasn't flexing. She wouldn't be surprised if he did that next, though.
As if he'd read her earlier thoughts, the man went on about them needing sturdier mirror, or she could just not make him angry. "No promises. I feel like you'd get bent out of shape if a breath the wrong way." Came her smart reply. It had just slipped from her lips without thinking. Why did they always fall into the snarky comment game? It seemed to be the only way they got through conversations. Of course it was usually her who started the game, and more often than not her who finished it. Why did she feel the need to make smart ass comments to everything he said?
She took a moment to really consider it. She decided it was the only way she knew how to converse with anyone. Alyson was simply a bitch by nature, though she didn't often mean to be. It was who she was. She couldn't help it and most people ended up on the receiving end of her sharp tongue.
She brought herself back into the moment when he spoke about piano benches, turning to look at him before looking back at one of the mirrors that was hanging. It was a deep, espresso colored wood with ornate designs carved into it. It was very bohemian.
"..Although the thought of you bending over it is rather stimulating." Her cheeks flushed and she threw him a dirty look, seeing the smile on his face. She raised a brow as if to ask if he was challenging her somehow.
"If you want to see me bent over your piano, then you better come in before nightfall. Otherwise you're out of luck, Chuck." She turned back to the mirror. "What about this one? Or is it too dilettante for your taste?"
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Apr 16, 2012 21:26:40 GMT -5
"If you want to see me bent over your piano, then you better come in before nightfall. Otherwise you're out of luck, Chuck."
Sebastian's lips parted a bit and he looked at Alyson's reflection through the mirror he was facing. He turned and his eyes decided to trail up and down her body, the image of her bent over the piano in a pair of stilettos and sexy underwear enough to get him going. Although, the fact that she was teasing him in a way that was unfair upset him a bit. He cleared his throat and walked to where she was and stood behind her, reaching his hands up and placing them gently on both of her shoulders. He looked into the mirror that she clearly liked, staring at her reflection once again.
"If I could be with you during the day I would. I wouldn't ever leave your side, but I can't." His face moved down to the top of her head and he buried his face into it, breathing in the essence that was Alyson. He could smell the expensive shampoos, but she had her own scent as well that mixed with it and it was delicious. His face was still buried in her hair and his hands began to slide up and down her arms gingerly, but his eyes were fixated on her reflection in the mirror.
"Is this the mirror that you want?" He asked as if he didn't care about what it looked like. "I don't care about how it looks. It could be the gaudiest mirror in the world and I wouldn't mind." As long as your reflection is in it. He thought to himself and felt himself grow angry with himself. Why was he allowing himself to be this way? He growled a bit and let go of the girl and moved away from her, moving through the rows of mirrors and glaring at his own reflection.
"If that's what you want then fine." He said and his words were a little more harsh this time around.
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Apr 16, 2012 21:51:26 GMT -5
She saw him coming through the mirrors reflection, her eyes meeting his as he grew closer. She gulped, stiffening slightly at the look in his eyes. It looked sultry and she wasn't sure if that was something to fear. Her eyes darted around and she could easily see they were, for the most part, alone. The mall was closing soon and not many people went bathroom shopping this late in the evening on a work night. When his hands slid onto her shoulders she let her gaze return to him, her body still a little tense. What was he doing?
Sebastian's words made her blush. He wouldn't ever leave her side? She was suddenly a little glad he was away all day. Could she handle being around him 24/7? Her head turned a little in the direction of his face as he buried his nose into her hair. He was obviously feeling something for her if he wanted to be around her so much. She could make him love her.. she could play to his desire for her if she could only bring herself to do so. Did she really have the courage to let her guard down and let him in enough to woo him? Alyson wasn't much for wooing. Romance had never been her thing. Sure, she liked to be wine and dined, but she wasn't good at it. She'd been on several bombed dates since high school, which was fine since boyfriends were clingy anyway. She had no need for them, only the occasional date and the even more rare one night stands.
Hey, she had needs!
"I don't care about how it looks. It could be the gaudiest mirror in the world and I wouldn't mind." His voice was almost kind and she stared at him in the mirror, her body still as he touched her, but all too quickly she saw his mood change in the reflection.
There was something dark overcoming him. It was like he as becoming distant though he didn't move. He removed his hands from her and she felt both relief and disappointment. Had she done something wrong? Should she have maybe pressed against him? Did she want to press against him?
"Ifthat'swhat you want then fine." He sounded angry and was storming off, leaving her there bewildered and confused. What the hell had just happened? What had she done wrong? She huffed her annoyance, not sure what to do. Follow? Stay? Would he maybe leave her there?
"It's your bathroom!" She called after him, folding her arms. "You need to pick the mirror." She was hurt he stormed off like he had. She was behaving! She didn't pull away, she didn't chastise him for touching her. She let him do what he wanted, without even a snide remark!
She wondered if this was how he felt when she threw her fits. If so, it was annoying. She would remember this. Her arms folded and her nostrils flared as she turned away from the mirror she had been looking at. Then she decided she didn't want to wait for him to cool off. He stormed away and she was the one who had nothing to lose by being left behind.
So without another word she turned away, deciding to check out another department. He could find her when he was calmed down. She wasn't about to be the big baby's shadow!
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Apr 16, 2012 23:04:19 GMT -5
Sebastian hated when he had feelings. Any sort of feelings! Whether they were upset, happy, caring.. he just hated to feel. And at the moment he had conflicting feelings. He lusted after Alyson, as he knew he would. He had since the first night he'd taken her home with him. But caring? Having concern for her feelings instead of being selfish and only thinking of his own? That wasn't like him. Maybe it was because he'd been around her for such an extended period of time and he'd never spent so much time with someone before her. He did his flings and one night stands but he never sought after them for more than two days. Three if they were really good in bed. But there were always more women. More women lined up and ready to welcome him into them.
Then there was this bitch.
Sebastian hated Alyson in that moment. He hated his sister as well. She'd always had to interject her two cents, telling him how much better a pet was. How having someone to love and spend time with was much better than his trashy life. He wished he could just get rid of Alyson and go back to his trashy way of living. It was what he knew and he did it quite well. Except that there was a part of him that didn't want that anymore. He glared at his own reflection in one of the mirrors, pissing himself off with his thoughts when he noticed something. Alyson could no longer be seen. Did he walk that far away from her?
He turned and started to trace his tracks back and spotted the mirror that she had picked out. It was still where he left it but she wasn't. He didn't know whether to be concerned or angry in that moment and his hands began to tense, clenching tightly into fists and then unclenching as he tried to figure out just how he should feel. He could use this as a means of escape. He could just walk away now, leave her where ever she was and go back to his normal way of living.
Then he became angry and thought that she had intentionally left. She probably saw her opening and she ran, which made the Gargoyle grow angrier with each thought that passed through his mind. He felt like his was going to burst with anger and sent his fist into the mirror that Alyson had picked out. The mirror shattered and the noise echoed in that department, but there was hardly anyone around. That was about to change. If she had tried to escape he was going to find her and he was going to make her regret it.
Then another thought occurred and he felt himself growing even more confused. Maybe he was over thinking the whole thing and she was really just wandering around. He'd been loosening the reigns a bit and maybe she hadn't gone far at all but was only shopping as she'd intended to. He wasn't sure how to feel, between neutral, angry or relieved. Sebastian had never felt so much in his entire life and it was driving him crazy. He didn't think he could handle this for very much longer.
Now where did she go? Sebastian asked himself and decided he should get away from the broken mirror before someone came and got difficult with him. He wasn't in the mood to deal with the pathetic mall security, just like he hadn't wanted to with the lady with the disgusting spray. He moved away from the mirrors and into another section which was nothing but shower curtains hanging on high rods so you could see the full length of the plastic and cloth curtains.
He assumed he'd be able to see that blonde head of curls if he kept looking above the aisles, skimming the tops of heads. There weren't many there, but he say one with a jet black comb over and knew right away that wasn't Alyson.
Sebastian searched the entire bathroom section and couldn't find the girl and decided it was time to move to another department. If she was around then he would find her. His next section to come into was the kitchen area. Different models of kitchens, some with appliances that were bolted down to the counters or the walls. A butcher block on a counter held knives that were locked into the wooden blocks so they couldn't be wielded by those who would cause harm. Like him. "Where the hell are you, Dammit?" He hissed under his breath, his brows covering his eyes and making them seem almost dark as he continued his search.
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Apr 16, 2012 23:57:44 GMT -5
If he didn't want to be around her, then she certainly didn't want to be around him. He had just stormed off for no apparent reason, leaving Alyson to wonder if she'd done something wrong. Well, she wasn't going to just stand there all night and wait for him! In the electronics store he had told her to stay put, and she had. In the book store, he had allowed her to roam, and she had. Now? He was storming off and she decided she had two options; stay or go.
The bathroom section was relatively boring. There didn't seem to be anything there that she cared about. The next section was kitchens and she found herself eyeing up a few things, but what the hell would she need kitchen things for? Theirs was stocked with the necessities and she couldn't cook that well. Not to mention she was trapped in a bedroom all day. It wasn't as if she could just wander to the kitchen and bake cookies if she saw fit to.
Just beyond the kitchen area was the bedding. Normally she would pass over the bedding since she couldn't afford the pretty new comforter for her measly twin sized bed.
Alyson looked at all the nice things that she would love for herself but would look horrible in Sebastian's room. She liked cheerful, but everything in his room seemed almost gloomy, like it was dated back a century or so. Very old fashioned, but in an extremely elegant way. She liked his style, but it wasn't her own.
She slid her hand over one of the made up beds, feeling the plus duvet. The colors were warm, inviting... and she loved the natural design. She sighed and then shook her head, casually moving on. There were some decorations, lamps and art in the area and she wandered along, wondering if there was anything good around. She liked the way they had the mini rooms set up. Made her envision what she could have one day. Maybe. If Sebastian let her go.
Sebastian.
Where was he? Probably sulking in a corner somewhere. What a baby.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Apr 17, 2012 0:13:33 GMT -5
Sebastian was beginning to grow impatient. He didn't know where Alyson had wandered off to and he was wondering if he was even going to find her! Of course he would. He was just getting worked up over nothing. His temper causing him to act stupid and like a child. He moved through the kitchen area and saw that he had two ways to go. He could go check out the living room area, filled with the sofas and recliners. Or he could head towards the bedroom section. And he knew that if he were Alyson he would likely move through the bedroom area. If she wasn't there, well then she would eventually make her way to it wouldn't she?
He hoped that he was right at least. And it didn't him long to spot that head of blonde curls moving between different bedroom sections, all set up to look like real rooms with dressers, trunks and lamps. He moved swiftly towards a tall dresser and stood near it almost like he was in hiding from her. His moods changed so swiftly even he couldn't tell what he was feeling anymore.
He watched her and moved to stand near a tall plant. Surely if she looked in his direction she would see him. But it didn't stop him from acting like he was a predator, waiting to strike on his prey. Sebastian could walk up to her, grab her and jerk her back over to the mirror section if that was what he wanted. But instead he decided to play this little game.
There was nobody else around and he kept moving, trying to stand close to the taller furniture. He was quiet as he usually was and it wasn't long before he was able to close the distance between the two of them. He'd hoped that she didn't see him and got as close to her as he possibly could without touching her as she stood in front of a large wooden dresser that reminded Sebastian a little bit of the animated dresser from Beauty and the Beast. Yep. He saw that when he was a boy. Then as swiftly as he could he grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around, his other hand out and ready so he could stop her from accidentally toppling over or anything else.
That's when he made his move.
He slipped one hand behind Alyson's neck cradling her head as he leaned down to meet her lips with his own. His free hand moved up to the dresser for balance and his hips pushed against her so he could wedge her between him and the dresser. He didn't want to give her anywhere to run from him this time. This time he wanted his damn way.
Permission to power play from Alyson
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Apr 17, 2012 0:31:51 GMT -5
Alyson had always enjoyed window shopping. It was often the only kind of shopping she could afford to do. The soft sheets, the plush, fuzzy rugs, the over sized throw pillows and blankets and chest of drawers and armoires... it was endless. She picked out her entire room, or her dream room anyway, all in the section. She grinned at a few pieces of furniture and soon found herself standing in front of a piece that reminded her strongly of something from Beauty and the Beast.
She smiled a little at it. She had referred to herself and Sebastian as Beauty and the Beast the night she had been taken. It seemed like an eternity ago...
She was about to move on when she felt a violent pull on her shoulders, causing her to gasp as she was turned around so quickly she thought her head might fly off. The suddenness of his attack scared her, and she feared this was it... this was her last moment. Should she have stayed put after all? Too late now!
His hand was on her neck and she shut her eyes, waiting for him to snap it. It would be quick, she would be out before she knew he'd done anything at all, but what happened next shocked even her.
His lips were hard on hers and his body was pressing her into the chest. Her initial reaction was surprise, her eye's widening, and then she grew angry. He had stormed off like a child, and now he was kissing her? She had said eventually! Apparently eventually is now, her mind rang and she put her hands up on his chest and tried pushing him away, her lips smashed so hard into his that she couldn't stop his aggressive assault.
And part of her didn't want to.
She shut that part up, that wild, carnal side of her, and let her rational mind take over. She pushed at him, trying to get away, wriggling around but to no avail. His hold was strong and she was just no match for him, and the way he made her stomach flip like it was made her struggling cease. Slowly her hands clenched into fists, grabbing his shirt in her clutches as her mind went numb and her body took over.
She actually kissed him back.
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