[M] Chaos Theory

Barrett · 01-21-2012, 11:12 PM

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LOLOL Why relocate? She's light enough he could just do her against the wall XDXD

Anselm was always calculating and deliberate in conversation, Spade was fairly aloof, and Twilight avoided unnecessary interaction altogether. Even Apache and Matrix — the most outgoing members from his sire's side of the family — were wary of strangers. It was a wonder their blood managed to produce someone was gregarious as Barrett. Perhaps Maserati's forgotten dam provided the missing link; maybe the Collective was just the sort of environment that cultivated an open spirit, and none of his other ancestors were lucky enough to get that kind of start in life. Whatever the case, social interaction usually came second nature to Barrett; he thought nothing of striking up a chat with a random passer-by, inviting new acquaintances into his home, flirting with random women, or Letting Life Happen. He rarely felt out of control in such situations. Ariadne was changing that.

She went straight for the throat (or, more correctly, the head). The effect was both horrifying and exhilarating, for never before had a woman been so direct. The subject was always broached carefully in a round-about way with his customers, and even with random flings like Ghita or Samantha, at least some conversation and flirtatious banter preceded any lustful romps. He and Ariadne had met all of two minutes ago and he didn't even know her name. He almost wondered if she was crazy, but her antics made him disinclined to think about it too hard. It felt like she was testing him, daring him — and oh, he would rise to this new challenge.

His hands found her hips and he pulled her forcefully against him, playfully brushing the bulge she so generously stimulated moments before against the warmth of her inner thigh. He trailed his tongue along her shoulder and neck, then whispered I think I got it, into her ear through a smirk. In one smooth motion, he spun them both around so it was her against the wall. All of these manoeuvres were conducted without malice or aggression; they were firm, but controlled. For all the initial momentum, he stopped far short of slamming her against it, but instead let her fall back into it by her own accord. If she wanted it rough and rowdy, right here, right now — she'd get it.

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