Seamus Drae
TELUM LEADER
other side of the mirror
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Post by Seamus Drae on Jan 11, 2010 9:26:44 GMT -8
Seamus smirked again. Seemed likely, although her choice of activities was somewhat... Unusual... True, it was a seedy area, but it was just as likely that they would be drug dealers, other arms traders, possibly even just your average Joe Bloggs walking down the street. He grinned as he imagined the horrified reaction, both from the blood sodden ground, the dismembered corpses, and to top it all off, that single, pristine, unblemished white rose he had left. The camera panned on the rose, and he smiled. It was nice when ones efforts are recognised.
Her question, as well as the undertones of her conversation brought a few things to mind. He hadn't done ANYTHING with anyone for quite some time. He had been a little preoccupied. The underworld didn't run itself, and such things were very time consuming, but he refrained from stating it. He blocked it out from his mind, but it kept resurfacing every time he looked at her. She looked rather stunning, not like the typical woman that many would say was stunning, but, lithe, athletic, tightly honed. Looked like she could very much put up a fight, not just give in. That just made it all boring. Well, most of the time...
There isn't anything on the agenda. I'm having a night off, we've done all the work that needs to be done. We can't do anything major tonight, the place will be crawling with blues. No-one's going to come out for business, and I'm not walking into their hideout. Disgusting places the lot of them.
He smirked. They were truly horrific for the most part. You'd think with the amount of money he supplied them with they'd get a nice place to stay. Couldn't hurt, could it?
So tonight, I have absolutely nothing planned. And by the looks of things, it doesn't look like YOU'RE going anywhere soon either. So, mate, it's entirely up to you.
He grinned widely. He knew, and she knew, she could probably high tail it out of the place in the blink of an eye, regardless of state of dress. But that wasn't the meaning he strictly intended. He relaxed somewhat on the sofa, his hands behind his head, as he raised one eyebrow, tracing the contours of her body, his grin turning back into a smirk, his eyes gaining a slight glint, rather than the usual deadened expression that lay upon them.
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Post by Kyla Tolmie on Jan 11, 2010 13:43:48 GMT -8
Kyla watched Seamus as he talked, her eyes not showing the typical anger and rage she showed that made her so feared, but rather a glisten of mischief and coyness. She knew what he was implying, what he wanted. The two of them had a pending relationship like that: they were able to settle their carnal means on each other as they wished. And after the mission went so well earlier she was certainly feeling the need for those carnal pleasure to be settled.
But she also liked to tease him about it. She smirked at his implications, glanced over at the TV once more, then stood up and stretched her sleek body, the curves that survived her rigorous gym training being shown off. She then shifted her underwear so that if he watched he could see plenty without seeing everything. Finally she threw on a seductive hip-swaying walk as she walked to the kitchen area and poured herself a shot of whatever he had been drinking.
She was often accused of being butch, masculine and far too aggressive, but when she wanted to she could quite easily exercise her feminine wiles, as she was doing here. Of course the effect was made a bit bizzare by the knife clipped to her hip that, due to the careful position of her underwear, now clung to her outer thigh. But Kyla never went anywhere without one of her trademark butterfly knives on her person.
"Well with the entire evening free of plans," she cooed, wincing as a momentary blast of pain shot through her arm, "What could we do to kill some time?" she finished as she downed her shot and placed the glass on the counter. She hip-swayed her way back over to the couch which she slung herself over to land gracefully on top of Seamus, a knee to either side of him, pinning him down in the position typically referred to as "woman on top". [/blockquote]
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Seamus Drae
TELUM LEADER
other side of the mirror
Posts: 22
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Post by Seamus Drae on Jan 11, 2010 15:13:10 GMT -8
He was somewhat glad she was here. He was, after all, still a red-blooded male at heart. And she was extremely well honed, a perfect partner for some things that other girls just would not do. Like actually take control. Oh he was stronger than she was, he had no doubt, but she actually made the effort to be something more than an object. She resisted, she made her own moves. It was refreshing, in the most carnal, almost depraved sense of the word.
Watching her stretching out made him only too aware of how much she had 'sacrificed' for her physical fitness. He didn't see a problem to be honest. Made her all the more attractive, she was athletic rather than buxom, meaning she didn't simply let an over developed chest do the work. She made you actually WANT her, even if only for those few instances where desire overtook any sense of... Anything really.
He smirked as she sauntered to the counter. Oh how she could saunter. So, very, perfectly... It made him wonder whether this was the same girl he had seen driving knives into peoples eyes, under peoples fingernails and slitting throats. She seemed so... Well, more than just feminine. Desirable... He chuckled softly as she knocked the shot back. What to do? As he had thought earlier, he had some ideas...
It seemed she had similar ones. He smirked again, his eyes glinting slightly as he watched her drop down on top of him, her lithe frame moulding almost perfectly to his before she pushed herself up, looking down on him. He swore that she could read minds, but he wasn't about to go into that now. He ran a hand up each leg softly, still smirking.
Actions speak louder than words lassie. And you just ripped mine right out of me mouth.
His accent came through more thickly than normal. People said that in extreme states, your accent became more apparent. Seamus could certainly believe that. In some instances, somewhere a bit further down the line from where he was, it was almost unintelligible. But for now, it added a strange, but as he had found, enticing tone to his speech. It came in handy, very often.
He looked up into her eyes, the normally cold, dead, steely grey orbs, brightening somewhat, full of desire, mischief and wanting. He cocked his head to the side, his hands running up to her waist, one running over the butterfly knife, smirking again. He wondered what unfathomable purpose she could possibly think of where it might come into use, but then, he was in little better a position, Kuro and Seizan both still laid at his side, which he promptly removed, then cast aside, his smirk turning into a grin as he did so.
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Post by Kyla Tolmie on Jan 11, 2010 15:41:56 GMT -8
Kyla grinned as she felt his hands rub along her legs. Her skin was constantly smooth. The hairs that did grow didn't grow fast and she took care of them. Being the type of fighter she was speed was important, and her usual attire called for a need to streamline her body to maximize efficiency. It was one of the little things that made her so effective in combat, allowed her the most efficient use of her entire body. It also kept from the multiple knives she carried snagging or cutting her. The smoother and softer her own skin, as it were, the easier the knives slid along it.
"Speaking of mouths," she cooed, leaning forward. She pressed her hands against his waist, sliding the fingers under his shirt and running her hands up along his well honed body, feeling his muscles. As she did this she leaned forward sliding his shirt up his chest and leaning closer to his face. Finally, when her chest, although not the most buxom, was pressed against his, his shirt pulled up enough that it was against his bare skin, she pressed a passionate kiss against his lips, letting him know how she felt at the moment.
As she did this she also realized exactly how she felt, squeezing her strong legs together on either side of him. Once she got started things tended to just get worse and worse until it was satiated. Unfortunately what this meant was if Seamus felt particularly sadistic there was little she could do. When they had at each other it was a battle for dominance, but it was always present in the back of her mind that he could easily take control of the situation.
Still, she was on top at the moment and feeling particularly horny, made all the worse by the close proximity against his muscular and honed chest and the rather passionate kiss she gave him. She was typically a bundle of anger and death, but in these situations anger can be easily converted to passion and he was feeling it through her actions at that moment. She wanted him. She wanted him badly. [/blockquote]
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