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Post by damian cole sullivan on Feb 24, 2012 23:15:33 GMT -5
"Oh, really?" He laughed, watching her movements closely. She had grown quiet, a plan forming in her head. Damian searched for any answer, surprised by the cold touch on his chest. He looked up, conecting eyes with hers, and then their lips touched. At first, he thought it was strange, but he kinda liked it. His tongue traced her bottom lip, before he leaned back looking at her.
Damian waited for her next move, with a lot of curiosity. She was so strange sometimes. He almost wanted to yell at her for not telling him her plan. She probably knew that of course. A smirk crossed his lips, and he decided to scan the crowd with his eyes, seeing their beers almost gone and a few more people had glazey look to their eyes.
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Post by lilliane sinclair evans on Feb 24, 2012 23:34:06 GMT -5
When Damian pulled away from the kiss she mourned the loss of it. She craved human interaction, the warm touches. Her master would laugh at how far she had fallen. Shaking the thought away she looked passed him to the man still eyeing her. Leaning forward to whisper in Damian's ear she kept her eyes locked on the strangers. "The guy behind you. I think one more should do it, eh?" She flicked her tongue over his earlobe as she tangled her fingers in his hair and rubbed her leg against his.
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Post by damian cole sullivan on Feb 25, 2012 10:49:30 GMT -5
"Do I get to hit him?" Damian smirked as she got closer. His hand traced up her arm, lightly, before pulling her jaw close to his. Their lips touched once more, it lasted longer this time. Damian trying to get as much from Laine as he could. Her lips were soft, her perfume seemed to be toxic, making him scoot to the edge of the chair, closer to her. It was strange the feeling he got from the kiss, but he knew the feeling would never grow. It wouldn't prosper into love or anything of that sort. Damian just wasn't that type of guy, and he had more fun teasing Laine than anything else.
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Post by lilliane sinclair evans on Feb 26, 2012 0:15:36 GMT -5
"I'm doing this for you of course." She would wait until the first few punches were thrown before diving in. It made getting away with it easier. Damian's touch sent a shiver down her spine, and if her heart still beat it would be fluttering right now. She pondered briefly how Damian would act next time they met. She had never gone so far in their fun as to make contact with him, mush less intimately. She tried not to dwell on it as she reluctantly broke the kiss and looked past her friend to the other male, giving him a 'come hither' look. He should be playing right into their hands any minute now.
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Post by damian cole sullivan on Feb 26, 2012 18:03:13 GMT -5
Damian smirked as she pulled away from the kiss. "You know I like the sweet Laine, but feisty Laine better come around soon." He glanced behind him at the guy Laine was baiting to come over. He shook his head and turned around. His hands curled into fists as he felt the sudden adrilene rush he got every time he thought he was about to fight. He would let the man take the first hit. Damian was always the guy to finish the fight, not start it. Or he at least wouldn't throw the first punch, unless he had a good reason to. That way he could always claim self-defense, even if the other guy looked worse off than Damian.
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Post by lilliane sinclair evans on Feb 26, 2012 22:06:19 GMT -5
The look Laine gave him would cut steel. Her playfulness was over now and if he was not careful he would get hurt. A muffled noise behind him warned them that their fish was being reeled in. She looked up at the dirty older man and smiled. "Hey there. I'm hoping you're more of a man than my friend here. I've told him I'm bored with him, but he just won't go away." She batted her eyelashes and pouted. "Make him go away please?" The guy looked at Damian with a smirk, made to turn away, then tried to take a cheap shot by turning back at the last second with a fist.
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Post by damian cole sullivan on Feb 26, 2012 22:53:19 GMT -5
Damian shook his head at Laine's words. His eyes tracing the man's stature and wait, surveying how hard or easy this would be. He turned his head, letting the fist glide his jaw, and a smirk pulled at his lips. "Low blow, dude" Damian huffed, standing from his seat and rearing his hand back, hitting the man in the gut, causing him to fall forward. Damian's eyes seemed to turned black, his blood rushing through his veins. He waited for the man to stable himself, glaring into his eyes. "Try again?"
The man pushed his curled hand forward into Damian's shoulder. Struck from pain, Damian through his right fist a the mans face, knocking him in the nose causing him to stammer back.
"What the hell!" The bartender yelled. Damian's eyes flashed back, and he flicked a grin to Laine, before barrling toward the man's, knocking over a few tables as the two bodies collided. As they began to fall, the man swept Damian's feet from under him, but Damian drug him down on top of him. Curling his fists, he jabbed at the man's skulls for a couple hits before knocking him in the chest. But the man caught Damian with his own fist, once again on the jaw, busting his lip open.
Damian licked his lips, standing and brushing himself off. "Anytime, Laine," He called, waiting for her to jump in as he dogded the man's hurried fists.
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