[CLOSED] i want more.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe walked slowly backwards to the bed, looping his fingers through her belt loops and pulling her with him. He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling her down onto his lap. He pushed her shirt up, pulling it over her head. He kissed her neck, moving so she was laying down on the bed. He ran his hands over her stomach, then reached into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet. He tossed it to the bed, fishing out a condom from it. He put it between his teeth, pulling his shirt off. He smirked down at her, raising a daring eyebrow.

"Hope you like green apple." He said with that smirk still on his lips.

[adele nicole green]

"You must really got a thing for green," Adele shook her head, and propped herself up on her elbows. Watching him pull his shirt off, it was as if she had seen the scene a million times. She pushed her thoughts to the back of her mind and reached out, grabbing his hand. It was a slight tug, but soon she was back on her back with him on top of her. Tilting her head up, she pressed her lips against his neck and worked her hands down his back to the front of his pants.

[monroe owen hughes]

"Good. Cause I like green." He breathed, reaching down to undo the front of her pants before he ripped open the small package in his mouth.

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Monroe laid back in the bed, looking over at the clock. He yawned, running a hand absently through his hair. She was good, but he seemed to be comparing everything to Zain now. He pushed the thought from his mind, sitting up in bed. He glanced over at her, raising an eyebrow in silent question. "Is the princess happy?" He asked, a smirk tugging on the corner of his mouth.

[adele nicole green]

Adele rested her head against the pillow. Her eyes flicking toward him as he spoke. It was late, or early.. She wasn't quiet sure. The only thing she was sure of was knowing her brother would be sitting on the couch waiting for her. "As happy as can be," A yawn stretched out the last bit of her words. Sitting up, she threw her legs over the side of the bed and picked up her clothes, pulling them close to her. She slipped her shirt on before turning in the bed and crossing her legs indian style.

"This was fun, but since neither of us are small talkers and we arent 'lovers', I don't really see a point in staying," Adele shrugged and uncrossed her legs, pulling on her pants. She slid from the bed, putting on her shoes and standing on her feet.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe looked at her seriously, that dangerous desire to kill her was back again. He raised an eyebrow, silently asking her if she was crazy or something.

"And what if I don't let you leave? My family's on vacation. I don't have to let you leave. And I doubt you can be out the door and on that bike before me." He said, slipping out of bed. He smirked over at her, bending down to fish through his pocket of his jeans. He pulled out a freakishly sharp pocket knife, pointing it at her.

"Tell me princess- do you think you'll be able to survive a jump from the balcony?"

[adele nicole green]

Adele raised an eyebrow. Her eyes watching each move she made. Her teeth were grinding again. She didn't make a sound as he slid from the bed, or as he got closer. The light bounced off his knife, and a smirk played at her lips. "You'd be surprised at what I can survive," It was as she was challenging him to stab at her. She knew she wouldn't be very quick and agile with her movements unless she shifted. But she had gotten out of worse situations without shifting.

A cold chill ran down her spine, but running was the last thing on her mind. "Oh, screw it." Adele mummbled, and moved back toward the balcony door. When she felt the cold door knob against her back, she crouched low. Quickly, her form changed. It changed from that of a small of women to that of a big, black cat. No longer would she be able to talk, but who needed talking? She just needed to get home safetly, like she promised. Her clothes were torn to shreds against his floor, her bike would have to stay here.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe kept backing her into the door until he shifted. He wondered again if he would cut his own intestines out, a strange thing to think, but something he was beyond tempted to try. 'Maybe when I'm ready to die, I'll attempt it.' He thought. "See, this is why I have a problem with women." He said, walking out of his room as if nothing had happened. He shook his head, looking at the blade of his knife curiously, and Zain crossed his mind again. He turned his hand over, making a deep cut in the palm before he tossed the knife into the sink and sat on the counter, his head down. The girl could come after him for all he cared.

[adele nicole green]

She growled loudly as he walked out of the room. What a waste of ripping expensive clothes. If only she had been smart enough to bring extra. Pawing at her ripped jeans pocket, she tried to push her phone and keys out, but had no luck. Biting down, she pulled the pocket back, ripping it off, and grabbing her phone. She left the keys, not really caring for the bike at this moment. Adele really just wanted to go home.

Slowly, she walked through the bed room, and out into the hall. His scent lingered and was soon joined by blood. She paused at the top of the stairs, looking down the hall before heading down the winding stair case. It was gonna be a long walk home, if she could even get out the door. Adele approched the big task, eyeing the door knob like it was prey. Standing on her hind legs, she placed her front paws against the door and began to paw and naw at the door knob. Her phone dropped, making a clash against the ground as she opened her jaws to try and twist the door open.