01-04-2012, 02:29 PM
Alcohol was the perfume that tinted his breath and skin and she breathed it in deeply. The last time she had been allowed to drink any had not been a happy time for her. Gemma refused to think of the death of her son, feeling a cold shiver run up her spine. It was not that the woman wished to forget her child, indeed with her memory as perfect as it was she could not forget him, ever, but she was such a simple creature really, she did not deal well with emotions such as grief and mourning, it made her strange to talk to and be around. So she could use this man as a distraction now from the depression he himself had caused if only on accident, whether his intoxication had affected his decision to call her in was irrelevant, she was here now and he wasn't escaping easily.
From the color of his pelt and the scars on his person, she was already warming up for him in anticipation, the woman's toes and fingers twitched and itched to run through his haphazardly strewn hair. The hand that was stroking her arm seemed accidentally placed, or rather, drunkenly placed. A cat's grin curled her lips as she made to take a step closer to him when suddenly he was ushering her forwards with pushy movements and she went willingly with him, a small purring laugh coming from her maw,
"Okay, okay, I'm going." She let herself be settled onto his couch that was draped with furs of all colors, sizes and ages. Some smelt old with musk and others were fresher and newer, still containing a kick of life within them. Despite the short amount of time she had spent with Light on some baser level Gemma already knew that he wouldn't hurt her, wouldn't push her too far, wouldn't break her, it would not take much in any hand. Again her small laugh came as he tried to remove her clothes, his drunkenness glaringly obvious as his coordination was off slightly. There was never any thought in Gemma's mind that perhaps sleeping with a drunk man was not a right choice to make, but then she had not been raised like that, her life lessons had not taught her that, in her experience drunken men hit less and lasted longer... or shorter depending on the amount imbibed.
The sound of fabric tearing brought her out of her thoughts and she looked down, a small hole was now apparent in her green button up top but it was nothing serious. Light murmured an apology and pulled his hands back much to her disappointment, she smiled up and him and pulled the shirt over her head in a quick fluid movement, tossing it carelessly over the back of the couch,
"No harm, no foul." She didn't quite understand what the words meant but knew it to be some form of waving off a misdeed. Her blue jeans were likewise removed and tossed to places unknown. Now she waited to see what he would do next.
From the color of his pelt and the scars on his person, she was already warming up for him in anticipation, the woman's toes and fingers twitched and itched to run through his haphazardly strewn hair. The hand that was stroking her arm seemed accidentally placed, or rather, drunkenly placed. A cat's grin curled her lips as she made to take a step closer to him when suddenly he was ushering her forwards with pushy movements and she went willingly with him, a small purring laugh coming from her maw,
"Okay, okay, I'm going." She let herself be settled onto his couch that was draped with furs of all colors, sizes and ages. Some smelt old with musk and others were fresher and newer, still containing a kick of life within them. Despite the short amount of time she had spent with Light on some baser level Gemma already knew that he wouldn't hurt her, wouldn't push her too far, wouldn't break her, it would not take much in any hand. Again her small laugh came as he tried to remove her clothes, his drunkenness glaringly obvious as his coordination was off slightly. There was never any thought in Gemma's mind that perhaps sleeping with a drunk man was not a right choice to make, but then she had not been raised like that, her life lessons had not taught her that, in her experience drunken men hit less and lasted longer... or shorter depending on the amount imbibed.
The sound of fabric tearing brought her out of her thoughts and she looked down, a small hole was now apparent in her green button up top but it was nothing serious. Light murmured an apology and pulled his hands back much to her disappointment, she smiled up and him and pulled the shirt over her head in a quick fluid movement, tossing it carelessly over the back of the couch,
"No harm, no foul." She didn't quite understand what the words meant but knew it to be some form of waving off a misdeed. Her blue jeans were likewise removed and tossed to places unknown. Now she waited to see what he would do next.