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Post by tobias blackthorn on Feb 7, 2013 1:16:13 GMT -5
 He could feel her pulse quicken under his fingertips. It was difficult to distinguish, however, if her racing heartbeat was the result of fear, anticipation, or maybe a bit of both. Slender fingers tugged at the roots of his blond hair, and in response, Tobias tightened his grip around the female's throat ever so slightly. He wasn't going to hurt her. He didn't dislike her, nor like her, which meant she was safe. All he wanted was to give her a scare, but it seemed that would be an impossible feat. At least, judging by the naughty words that rolled from her tongue a moment later. "Who says I don't?" he scoffed in a soft, breathy reply.
Shifting closer, he lifted his free hand and rested it on the female's waist, fingertips caressing the subtle protrusion of her hipbone through the thin fabric of her clothing. "I'm a hell of a lot crazier than you," he whispered against her skin, lips bending into a smug smirk. A challenge. He wanted to see if she was as crazy as she talked. "Wanna bet?" Tobias wasn't like most of the desperate, sleazy men who were cooped up in their rooms with their hands down their pants, but to waste such a perfect, almost-cliche moment would be a shame. Lydia was right -- he was curious. He was always curious. They said curiosity killed the cat, but death was not something Tobias feared, and if that's the worst that could happen, he would have no regrets about quenching his curiosity. There was nothing to stop him.
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Post by Lydia Hart on Feb 7, 2013 16:43:51 GMT -5
filthy mouth, no excuse
find a new place to hang this noose Just as she had anticipated his fingers tightened on her throat, their warmth nearly burning her skin. Her mind spun wildly as she envisioned the way the muscles in his arm must be tightening in the dark. Pearly whites showed ever so slightly as she chewed on her bottom lip, loving every dirty thought that crossed her mind. Lydia happened to be a bit of a fiend, so what? Not like anyone else there was normal.
The closer her came to her the more alert she became, the more heightened her senses grew. A soft moan left her lips, so quiet that is was barely audible, when he placed his hand on her hip. ”I wouldn’t be too sure of that, Mr. Bates,” one thing was for sure-there was going to be an explosion of insanity in that closet if things kept going the way they were. She tilted her head so that her lips were closer to his ear as he held his mouth against her jaw. ”I don’t make bets.”
[/color] Lydia’s whisper was sultry and filled with curiosity as her fingers itched to reach out for his body. Her thin hands wanted badly to pull up that plain white shirt to see what lie beneath it, to yank down those gray sweats and give him something to really sweat over. Her mouth wasn’t just good at talking dirty, she could come up to par as well. His face was so close to hers that it made her nervous, made her start breathing harder despite how much she tried to hide it. But then she just couldn’t take it, his neck was right there and looked oh so inviting. Even though she was pushing herself into his hand and choking herself even further she didn’t care about a damn thing as she leaned forward into his neck, leaving light kisses and bites just beneath his ear. It was just enough to let him know that she was there-that she was just as crazy as he was for wanting the things that she did.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] string me up from atop these roofs
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Post by tobias blackthorn on Feb 10, 2013 6:45:27 GMT -5
"Why the hell not?" Tobias challenged with a quiet snort. He could feel her soft breaths against the skin of his cheek, warm and rushed. "Afraid you'll lose?" As the words left his mouth in a provocative whisper, the girl's lips pressed somewhat tentatively against his neck, leaving a trail just below his ear. There was a hesitation, and then the delinquent let his fingers loosen ever so slightly, allowing her some slack. Shacking up in a musty mop closet wasn't exactly something on his bucket-list, but in the heat of the moment, his judgement was slowly slipping. Not that he'd had much of it in the first place, if any at all. His parents hadn't taught him what morals were. Besides, he'd done worse things than fuck a girl in a closet, much worse, and adding this to his god-awful resumé wouldn't change anything.
Tobias didn't make his advance slowly. The playfully crafted words had been foreplay enough. Without much hesitation, he slid his hand around to the back of the female's neck and grabbed a fistful of honey-blond hair at the base of her scalp. In one, quick movement, he yanked her head back and hastily forced his lips against her own. It's what she wanted, wasn't it? The moment they had entered the dark room, this had been inevitable, and Tobias had grown bored of playing coy. He was a rather blunt person, in speech, and whatever else.
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Post by Lydia Hart on Feb 11, 2013 20:12:42 GMT -5
filthy mouth, no excuse
find a new place to hang this noose Tobias’ fingers intertwining in her hair sent shivers down her spine. And the kiss that followed lit up her senses from the top of her head to her toes. Her fingers clutched tighter, pulling his hair even harder as he forced his lips against hers. It was very clear to her now just how much stronger than her that he was. And it really turned her on. She parted her lips from his and gasped for air. ”I just don’t like to gamble, I’d rather know what I’m getting into.”
Lydia moved her lips from his down toward his jaw and to his neck. She kissed the soft part of his neck just above his collar bone and shifted her hips uncomfortably against his before biting into the warmth of his neck. She couldn’t help it, she was a biter-she liked the pain and loved inflicting it on others. Her hands shook, one in his hair, and the other on his upper arm. Her hipbones fit well against his and were begging for the layers of clothing to be removed, for the closeness to grow even greater than it already was. She pushed her lips against his and bit down gently on his lower lips while her fingers toyed with the bottom edge of his shirt, contemplating pulling it off over his head.
[/size] string me up from atop these roofs
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