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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2013 19:37:56 GMT
Oh my God! Nina felt so good. She body was comfortably warm and abuzz, Her head was light; she felt as if she could float. She felt like she could do anything and succeed. It was as if the world held no dangers or consequences, and the night was hers to conquer. It was just the most amazing thing in the world. Nothing could compare to it. Okay, maybe sex could compare to it. Maybe even top it. It would depend on whom she was with. However Ninetta was happily drunk at the moment and nowhere near a bed, so she would take what she could get… Even if she did regret it in the morning.
The party was sadly over, and Nina had been waiting outside on the curb. She stood by the curb, playing balance beam along its edge in her heels. Her sun-kissed skin was guarded against the night chill by the alcohol that ran through her system. Somehow her blue printed dress had managed to stay on the entire party (Nina was a friendly lush.) She didn’t know how she managed that since the dress was a scandal in the back with just straps of leather holding the front to her slender body. Maybe because she was holding out for someone better?
As soon as everyone was kicked out of the house, Ninetta had texted Jax reiterated that she needed a ride… desperately at this point. He replied saying he would come and get her. That was fifteen minutes ago, but she still waiting, amusing herself by testing her drunken balance. There was no way in hell that she was walking home tonight. She highly doubted that she could even find the right direction in her state, let alone make it there in one piece.
C’mon, Jax. What was taking him so long? She was bored and basically alone, save for the few partygoers who were laughing it up in the street. Unlocking her phone, Nina scrolled through her text with Jacques. She sighed looking at his final message.
‘He’ll be here,’ she thought to herself, willing herself to have patience. ‘He said he’ll be here, so he’ll be here.’
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2013 1:51:28 GMT
Jacques had been drinking on the Eastern side of town with his some other guys and dolls. Of course, he'd only had two glasses of wine before midnight, and knowing he would have to pick someone up, he stopped. The alcohol was gone form his blood by the time 3AM made its shade of darkness in world.
To briefly reiterate his night, he drank with a party of women and a few other men who didn't annoy him. He separated one voluptuous red-head, and they'd made out walking to a hotel. He'd almost had his way with the woman, ten years his senior I might note, but she'd excused herself muttering something about her husband. Now, Jacques drove his motorcycle with an irritated roughness. He had been brought up so high only to be dropped cold, and the pitfall had this affect on his temper. His usual calm demeanor had fallen away under the influence of pent up horemones. He turned sharp and stopped fast at empty intersections. The red of the traffic lamp revealed the lipstick marks on his neck - they were only noticeable in the light. The highway finally cooled him off, the speed forcing his body steady. Soon, he got off at the exit for the west side, finding the address on his phone's GPS.
He recognized her by the dress first - vulpine and revealing the silhouette of how she looked bare. Her long legs took playful dancing steps on the curve. He wasn't sure it was her, of course, so after he pulled over, he flicked out a lighter and he snapped up the flame in front of her face. The queasy smile explained her night. "Why did you wait alone. Don't you have any friends?" he said, muffled through the helmet. Then he jabbed the spare head gear at her stomach. | WORDS: 000 TAGS: @chessur
NOTES: yo, assume there was one more fuck between their first and now.
CREDIT: LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2013 13:35:13 GMT
Nina noticed a single headlight as a motorcycle turned up the street. Finally Jax had arrived! She stopped dancing and moved closer, happy that she didn’t have to wait in the dark anymore.
As he held the light up to her face, she shouted affrontedly, “Hey! Watch where you point that thing. I don’t care much for fire play, you know.”
Now she was getting a little cranky. What was up with him? He was the one that offered to drive her home. She had the proof stored away in her phone. Then again her vision was just off enough to miss the smear of lipstick.
“I wouldn’t be alone if someone didn’t take his sweet time getting here,” she retorted a little huffily, strapping on the second helmet. “And of course I have friends. However they’re either already passed out on a couch somewhere, driving in the complete opposite direction of my apartment, or currently a little tied up.”
Jax was lucky she had alcohol in her system, or else she would have just started walking home, and his whole trip over here would have been a waste of time. God, sometimes she thought he was bipolar. Then he fucked her, and everything instantly turned right in the world.
With a soft sigh, Ninetta swung her leg over the bike and sat behind Jacques (it was like ground mounting a mini pony.) Sitting double on the motorcycle was a bit of a tight squeeze. Her chest was pressed against his back. Not to mention that the hem of her little dress barely covered her legs anymore, revealing more of her thigh than what was probably socially acceptable. Oh well that’s what she got for sitting astride in that just went pass her mid-thigh to begin with… And that’s when another thought ran through her dirty, booze-muddled mind.
“Jax… Have you ever fucked anyone on your bike before?” asked Nina playfully, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Slowing her hands ran up his thighs, her fingers spread wide, her nails digging slightly into his jean so he could feel her touch through the denim. Yup, friendly Nina was back, and she was a minx.
Then before her hands could reach his crotch, they abruptly disappeared as her arms snaked around his waist. With a sigh of realism, Nina added, sort of answering her own question, “Probably not, right? Aren’t guys weirdly obsessive over their bikes?”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2013 23:42:06 GMT
Jacques silently waited out her tirade about her friends, moving forward to make room for her on the bike's seat. Wordlessly, he tightened the strap of her helmet for her so that it was properly snug. When her chest pressed around his back, he began to set up the GPS on his phone to give the way back to her flat. He noticed the smooth flesh of her leg was nearly fully exposed behind his, and he could feel the support of her bra on his back through the thin fabric of her dress. He wondered how much attention she had gotten before shoving the sensations of her body out of his mind. He didn't care about her, after all. Jacques was just being a decent person. He was just returning the favor of a delicious fuck.
Her hand suddenly reached over his leg, clawing with cannibalistic need into his fabric whiles she whispered in his ear. Jacques tensed. He was the one to make the moves, and he preferred the control. Still, she was getting a reaction out of him, but his night hadn't been like hers. He didn't have a good time. He'd been rejected. HIM! Rejected. So he ignored the desire she aroused with a grumpy withdrawal. His cool, strict voice answered her questions.
"I don't really care that much about it. Just hold on, would you?" If she didn't have a tight grip on him, she soon would as he instantly accelerated. He zipped through the neighborhood, ignoring humble stop-signs because the traffic was non-existent. He leaped onto the freeway, putting the engine to the test. Finally, he zipped off an exit just after the one that lets off downtown, and stopped at a red light where cars still were on the road. "You're really drunk. Tighter," he said, taking her loose hand, wrapping his own over it, and molding it into griping his jacket more thoroughly. The streetlamps were brighter here, and the city more alive. | WORDS: 000 TAGS: @chessur
NOTES: she can notice the lipstick marks now, but there's always time for it later!
CREDIT: LAIKA OF GS! |
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