[M] So Cold

Cotl · 01-26-2011, 11:19 AM

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She told him that she didn't think that her dad would appreciate her being locked away in his room all the time. Cotl chuckled lightly, the wicked grin still on his maw. Since vhens do ve do was papa saids? the man asked, his tone suggestive, secretive almost. He hovered there over her, looking into her eyes, almost like lovers would do, even though their relationship was purely just this, a physical relationship, where they both found the other attractive sexually, and the only thing that brought them to jump the fence the first time would be the service of Cotl tattooing the woman with her coveted Lykoi branding, the Chaos star. He'd looked at her hip, at the edges of the tattoo, now partially covered by her skirt. He wondered why she covered most of it, only letting a little bit of it be seen. He didn't voice this before he had given the woman that sweet poison that was a kiss from him. It was hard to think that Cotl was able to become as sweet as he could enough to give a kiss, but he definitely did give her one.

Her reaction to the kiss was not favorable, for she had withdrawn into her shell completely, even going as far as to roll onto her side, to look away from him and cover her eyes with her tan hands. He looked at her, confused with his bi-colored eyes, and when she had turned on the bed, curling into a ball, the man had moved from hovering over her, and he had laid down next to her, looking at her as she sat there. He was as silent as he could be, a throat clearing coming on and a few twitches of his body before she had spoken to him again. She told him that she should tell him what happened while she was gone. Cotl cocked his head, not really expecting the woman to actually bring up her adventures by herself, much less just waiting until the change of scenery to tell the man. Cotl looked at her still and nodded his head lightly. Dann tells mich. -CUNTBITCH- I'm listenings. the man had spoken to the woman, his ears twitching for a moment before they were turned towards the woman, the metalhead looking rather understanding, or at least as much as the man's frown that had stolen his face had let him look.

Cotl let his hands play on his own stomach, playing with the skull tattoo that had been on his stomach. The skull that had been created by none other than her own grandmother. He already knew the lines by heart since he had it for so long now. His black claw traced his solid stomach, tough from use because of the physical activity of the man. He never let his eyes leave the woman though, waiting patiently for her to speak to him about what was up because obviously, if she was acting like so, there was something up. Even a coked up Cotl could realize this. He became slightly anxious, and started to tap his leg against the bed lightly.

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