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- Jensen O'Callaghan - 01-12-2011 [html] She wants to love me , woah wc 538 How had something so innocent turned so sultry in just a matter of moments when Jensen wasn't even trying? He was used to being the one to turn the tone of the tables, not the other way around. It was a new thing, but it turned out the same way in the end it seemed. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself in the process. It seemed that even when he didn't try he ended up in someone's house. Who would have guessed. Jensen had never loved anyone on a romantic level so he never had any guilt about flirting with people. It was a good thing to him, he didn't feel the need to have a mate or a love of some sort. It was to much work, and restricting to someone like him.
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Changing tables to something more fitting. Deflower. Flower. Get it? Hah. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, Sky wondered how good an idea it was to get sultry with someone nearly twice her size. She hadn't noticed on the walk, but as he came up to her inside the house and cupped her face with his hand, she realized just how much taller he was. Then again, something in her mind told her, this might make it even more fun. She smiled some, leaning her head into his hand just a bit, liking the feeling of it. The door shut, and she was snapped out of her little daze. Time for action. She brought a hand up to his, grabbed hold, and walked backwards to the living room. Her bedroom was simply too far away, and far too cluttered for a guest to see. "Just what kind of dance were you hoping for, sir fiddler?" If he'd followed her willingly, which no one doubts that he did, she'd pull on his arm until her free hand touched his chest, and she looked up at him suggestively, bringing her other hand from his to his chest as well. She seemed to hesitate, but not in a bad way. Those sapphire eyes darted around his face, taking in each detail for a moment, lips parted slightly, moving as if she had something to say, but somehow unable to say it... then she spoke again, a whisper. Sultry. Tempting. "I'll be your dancer." She ended it with a tiny wink, her tongue pressed to her teeth, tongue-ring held between those front teeth idly. Heh. Today, the ball on it was white. So much for white innocence. She considered for a tiny second how bad it would look, if they ended up going the whole way. Sky wouldn't be a virgin, for one, and if she ever did become Shawchert's beloved mate, it would be obvious- no, wait, no. No thinking. Just doing. Only do. Don't ruin it with your petty morals, Sky. You want this. You need this. She looked up into those gleaming copper eyes. You want him, if only for a night. .skymonu b {font-weight:bold; color:#fff; letter-spacing:.5px; text-shadow:1px 1px 1px #000;} .skymonuooc {text-align:right;font-style:italic; padding: 5px 5px 5px 5px; font-family:georgia; font-size:10px;color:#fff;text-shadow:1px 1px 1px #000;} .skymonu p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 10px 1px 10px; margin:0px;} .skymonu {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#2A2F2A; background-image:url(http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/6483/avatarael.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px double #fff; padding: 230px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#CECFCA; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] - Jensen O'Callaghan - 01-13-2011 [html] Don't trust a hoe, woah wc 554 The girl was so small, but the size of the male did not mean he was some wild brute who liked to break things to show he was a man. Size was just size, he knew how to control himself, and he knew how to treat a woman no matter her size. Just because he stood at over 7' did not mean he was going to act like nothing could hurt him or his strength and size wasn't a bad thing at times. He wasn't ignorant. Some men used being tall and built to match like it was a gift, but to Jensen it was just how he was. He'd be the same if he was a foot or two shorter or taller. Though, being big and well built did seem to get some girls attention, so occasionally it would boost his ego.
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Down the rabbit hole she went. Girl didn't get much chance to respond, what with the kiss and all. Girl had kissed before, sure, but it was always small and sweet, with Revoldo. This sort of thing was different. Soft, tender in a way. With all the sexual tension built up though, she couldn't help bringing her arms up to wrap around the back of his neck, one hand moving up to lightly play with a strand of his hair, thus deepening it into something a bit more. Her first kiss as an adult. Her first, albiet short-lived, romance within the pack, and since Revoldo died. Something long dead inside of her sparked, and she pulled back, arms still wrapped up there. Gleaming sapphire eyes took on a slightly different look, pupils taking a second to match eachother. If Jensen were to look closely, and pay attention to this detail, he'd know she was half-blind in one eye. And yet, the way they narrowed, those pupils, gave her almost a fox-like set of eyes, the dark rims around her pupils giving them a cat-like appearance. Absolutely stunning... then she spoke, soft whispered voice just slightly airy from the kiss. "I'll do better if you teach me." The younger hybrid didn't want to seperate from him then, carefully, cautiously, pulling his head down for another kiss, pressing tighter against him. That damned faux-fur jacket was warm enough, and with the house protected from the wind and a bit from the cold, plus being pressing so tightly together... Girl was bound to overheat soon. It probably didn't help that it was a nice light-pink blouse that she wore underneath, a soft, smooth cotton. Her jacket had been undone on the way to her house, so it would be easy to slip off... if they weren't clinging to eachother, anyway. Ah, dear Sky, should've kept it on, and should've stuck to the chores at hand. Tsk. .skymonu b {font-weight:bold; color:#fff; letter-spacing:.5px; text-shadow:1px 1px 1px #000;} .skymonuooc {text-align:right;font-style:italic; padding: 5px 5px 5px 5px; font-family:georgia; font-size:10px;color:#fff;text-shadow:1px 1px 1px #000;} .skymonu p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 10px 1px 10px; margin:0px;} .skymonu {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#2A2F2A; background-image:url(http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/6483/avatarael.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px double #fff; padding: 230px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#CECFCA; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] - Jensen O'Callaghan - 01-13-2011 [html] 'Cause the hoe don't trust me - wc530 Sky did not deny the kiss that he had started. That was surely a good sign, right? Well, not necessarily in this case. Jensen had no idea who this girl was other than he name at this point. She was part of his pack. He was unaware of who she was involved with, who was involved with her. It could be anyone for all he knew, and in cases like that, there always tended to be one angry face. In that case, they'd just have to deal with it. By the way she wrapped her arms around his neck it was obviously she was not being forced in any way. So other people could just get over it.
eThough he pulled her in for another quick kiss, both hands on her face this time as he hunched over to meet her eyes to eye. His eyes half open to watch her face. He would not rush her into this. Now that was just rude, a lady knew when she was ready, and Jensen had all the time in the world. .jensen-violin b {font-weight:bold; color:#631501; letter-spacing:1px; } .jensen-violin .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .jensen-violin p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .jensen-violin {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:#c9a988; background-image:url(http://solacerp.net/Orin/Jensen-violin.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #2a0e03; border-radius:5px; -moz-border-radius:5px; -webkit-border-radius:5px; padding: 240px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#2a0e03; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Sky Rhiannon - 01-14-2011 [html] +364 "She wants to touch me, woah~"
Sky was delighted to lead the show so far, and after she cut him off the the kiss, he pulled back to whisper his response. Was Sky really the following type? Jacket came off, and once her hands were free again, she glad rested them back on his chest, a little lower this time, one clawed finger tracing his tattoo without looking at it. The tip of her claw was sharp, yes, but as it glided across the marks on him, it was shiver-worthy. She held his gaze perfectly, searching almost. What was it she wanted from him? At this point, dinner and a show were long lost thoughts. Another quick kiss came, and she gladly returned it, and afterwards she was just as happy to stare up into those wonderful eyes again. Be him a dog or a slum, girl was happy to think of him as her knight. A knight in shining armor, there to rescue her from her troubled past, and all the stress of joining a new pack for the first time. She bunched her hands a bit, pulling very lighting on the fur along his chest, and then leaning it a bit closer, if it were possible, without placing another kiss just yet. "I think it's your turn to lead then." With slightly parted lips, she hovered there for a moment. Those blue eyes couldn't leave his, and for a very tiny moment, she looked unsure. ...now? The voice whispered to her. Yes, she agreed, now. The unsure glint in her eyes was gone then, decision made. Her body gave a tiny shudder, and she had a bit of an airy tone in her voice as she next, erm, whispered. "...I want... I..." She couldn't put it into words. Instead, she moved up to kiss him again, this time putting quite a bit more passion into it, or rather... lust. Arms went up behind his head again, and it was clear what it was she wanted. The begging in the kiss was hinting towards it. (With neon signs pointing the way. Ahem.) Sometimes, even the most patient of huntresses couldn't wait for the prize. Sky was only canine, afterall. .skymonu b {font-weight:bold; color:#fff; letter-spacing:.5px; text-shadow:1px 1px 1px #000;} .skymonuooc {text-align:right;font-style:italic; padding: 5px 5px 5px 5px; font-family:georgia; font-size:10px;color:#fff;text-shadow:1px 1px 1px #000;} .skymonu p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 10px 1px 10px; margin:0px;} .skymonu {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#2A2F2A; background-image:url(http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/6483/avatarael.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px double #fff; padding: 230px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#CECFCA; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] - Jensen O'Callaghan - 01-14-2011 [html] She wants to love me, Woah wc 559 Her hands were so small against his muscular frame, his body seemed to tower over hers. Yet her touch was anything but deniable. She seemed to enjoy having a hold on what was happening. Part of her liekd the control, he could see it in those sapphire eyes he couldn't seem to look away from. Her claws traced his tattoo and a light breathe as released from his chest. It had come to his knowledge shortly after he had gotten the marking that he wasn't the only one who liked it. He was no stranger to the feminine touch, but that did not mean he was immune. His back still tingled slightly as he watched her eyes, but knew where her hands were at all times. He had completely forgotten about cooking and dancing. All thought of such things had been long forgotten.
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Suddenly, her feet weren't on the ground anymore. Jens didn't have to try hard to get those legs around him. Almost instinctively, she adjusted to being up like that, hooking her heels together and wrapping her arms around his neck a bit more, mostly for support. Every touch was felt with sensitive skin, especially that soft touch to her chin. At his return of the kiss, a soft sound escaped her throat, barely audible. Oh ho, was that a moan, miss Sky? Tsk tsk. They moved, and suddenly the kiss ended, his voice landing on slightly dazed ears. The look in her sapphire eyes was almost irrate, hinting towards her annoyance of words being spoken yet again. Those lips should've been too busy to talk, damn it! She gave him a sarcastic pout, and rolled her head to the side a bit, a few strands of hair falling over her face in just the right places. "Again with that." Clawed hands gave his neckfur a threatening tug, only to be cut short by the touch along her spine. The reaction was an instant one, and she arched her back at the touch, eyes closing. A sharp intake of hair, and a quiver. Of course, her legs and arms tensed a bit, and the movement led her to unintentionally grind against him. Ah yes, apparently Sky was very sensitive to the whole spine thing. Turning back... regret... Sky might end up to regret it later, but right now, she was absolutely sure that this was what she wanted. Girl wasn't being patient tonight, either. Maybe if they were both lucky, he'd keep stalling with words and she'd lose interest... unlikely at this point, but still. .skymonu b {font-weight:bold; color:#fff; letter-spacing:.5px; text-shadow:1px 1px 1px #000;} .skymonuooc {text-align:right;font-style:italic; padding: 5px 5px 5px 5px; font-family:georgia; font-size:10px;color:#fff;text-shadow:1px 1px 1px #000;} .skymonu p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 10px 1px 10px; margin:0px;} .skymonu {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#2A2F2A; background-image:url(http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/6483/avatarael.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px double #fff; padding: 230px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#CECFCA; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] - Jensen O'Callaghan - 01-14-2011 [html] don't trust a hoe, woah wc 460 The girl had been quick on picking up just how to support her weight against his body as he brought her up from the ground. That had been a pleasant thing, you'd be surprised at how some girls just let themselves fall limp. It was such an annoyance when they did that. The small, barely audible moan that she had let slip made the man grin into the kiss. As if he needed much else to fuel the ego inside of the Irishman. The kiss had continued all the same, whether or not the noise had slipped, he wouldn't sit there and gawk over it.
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Sky gladly returned the kisses, and then suddenly, she was on her back on the couch. Girl didn't stop to wonder how she'd ended up there, not having paid much attention, really. She was lost in him, lost in the bliss of lust and pleasure. This only continued as he trailed his kisses down along her jaw line, to her neck. She tilted her head obediently, giving him more access, and at the same time, the attention earned a tiny purring noise, the wolfdog's much more appealing version of a moan. Her hands moved down from his neck, to his chest where she left lines of parted fur, to his back again, gently pressing against his shoulder blades. She was glad to be rid of the blouse too, moving her arms down to slide out of it quickly. With the occasional shiver of delight making her pause, girl fiddled with the lip of his pants, taking a moment to glare down at them when it didn't go her way. With a soft whimper, she moved her hands to his chest again, letting her head fall back. "Jensenn....! They won't behave." Okay, that was both adorably cute, and somehow, incredibly sexy. It was probably the tone of voice she used. Yeah, that was it. .skymonu b {font-weight:bold; color:#fff; letter-spacing:.5px; text-shadow:1px 1px 1px #000;} .skymonuooc {text-align:right;font-style:italic; padding: 5px 5px 5px 5px; font-family:georgia; font-size:10px;color:#fff;text-shadow:1px 1px 1px #000;} .skymonu p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 10px 1px 10px; margin:0px;} .skymonu {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#2A2F2A; background-image:url(http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/6483/avatarael.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px double #fff; padding: 230px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#CECFCA; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;word-spacing:.5px;} </style>[/html] - Jensen O'Callaghan - 01-20-2011 [html] won't trust a hoe The small wolfdog was so small, so light, she felt fragile, but not to the point where he's take special care. The man kissed along her neck, not paying much attention to the fact she was leaving trails in his fur as her head arched towards him. He continued on, paying attention to both neck and neck and jaw before setting a few frail kisses on her shoulder. He chuckled softly in an almost amused way before he kissed her maw again. Her hands were small, but that was a good thing, he liked small hands. Women with big hands were just...odd.
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