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Cain
Jul 6, 2016 21:10:15 GMT
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Post by storyteller on Jul 6, 2016 21:10:15 GMT
She gave him a sly smirk like she was trying to think up something else. He was gorgeous for an adult. She let her fantasies run wild for a minute, one in particular of him reaching across the desk and kissing her, but then she snapped out of it. He was much older than she was and boy was that wrong.
"Nah. I think you're good. For now. You said you learned Latin before English? What's your native tongue?" And how well do you use that tongue of yours, you fine piece of manmeat? Wow, she'd watched and masturbated to way too much porn.
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Cain
Jul 6, 2016 21:15:55 GMT
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Post by Admin on Jul 6, 2016 21:15:55 GMT
Her thoughts invaded his mind without his control and his cock jerked to life in his pants. Luckily he was leaning forward so it wasn't as noticeable. There was the promise of wonderful, dirty things in her thoughts. Good God, teenagers these days. He tried to clear his head before he spoke.
"It's an old Slavic dialect. Almost a dead language. But it's from the village I was born in." And one day this tongue will teach it to you.... That and so many other things. This was going to be a trying fifty minutes.
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Cain
Jul 6, 2016 21:29:09 GMT
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Post by storyteller on Jul 6, 2016 21:29:09 GMT
She leaned forward with a smile on her face, her work forgotten. She just wanted to be in his presence, to bask in his attention. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue to see if he gave any reaction. She loved seducing.
"Oh? And where is that? Across the sea I'm guessing." With her breath she took in his scent just as Ahmed had taught her so it would be inconspicuous. He smelled very masculine, very pleasing...with a hint of fertile soil? What was that? He wasn't human but she couldn't put her finger on it. She wanted to get closer so she could breathe him all in.
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Jul 6, 2016 22:45:24 GMT
Post by Admin on Jul 6, 2016 22:45:24 GMT
Ooh, this wasn't going to be easy. He needed her, he needed to touch her. But he just leaned forward a bit more and tightened his grip on the edge of the table. "It is. A small area between Romania and Croatia."
She smelled like fruit and exotic spices. He wanted to taste her, her pulse was pounding in his ears. Easy boy, he told himself. You don't control it and you won't be able to talk to her with fangs in your mouth.
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Cain
Jul 6, 2016 23:02:50 GMT
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Post by storyteller on Jul 6, 2016 23:02:50 GMT
She leaned forward even more, resting her chin on her hands and accenting her cleavage. She stared deeply in his eyes, careful not to get too lost. She couldn't afford it but this was too much fun.
"Sounds exotic. And cold. How on earth did you keep yourself warm?" A fire in the fire place? A nice warm soft naked woman under a blanket, rolling around and making love all night long?
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Cain
Jul 6, 2016 23:09:00 GMT
Post by Admin on Jul 6, 2016 23:09:00 GMT
Sweet mother Mary! Did she have to think so loud?!? "I run pretty warm and fireplaces are a must. There's one is one in just about every room at my Parent's house. We're nestled into the mountain fairly well, so we don't really get the wind. Just lots of snow. And we stay busy, hunting, gathering. I remember that there was always something being built. A new home or a barn, or a smokehouse. Lots of manual labor! But it keeps the blood pumping."
He made very sure to keep his eyes on her eyes or higher, he couldn't glance lower. But, Gods, he wanted to. He could see the slight rise and fall of her breath out of his peripherals. But, he didn't dare actually look. He had to behave. He was going to have to ask Ivan for pointers.
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Cain
Jul 6, 2016 23:21:07 GMT
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Post by storyteller on Jul 6, 2016 23:21:07 GMT
She giggled thinking of other activities that could get your blood pumping. "I bet. You look like you've had your fair share of work." She made it a point to look at the bulging muscles of his arms and chest. He really did fill out that uniform quite nicely. And she was turning him on. She could catch the pheromones in the air. Time to turn the tables.
"It sounds nice but I should get back to work." With that she leaned back and looked down at her book, trying her best to pretend that he didn't exist. She read the same line five times before she could actually focus on it. And focus was a strong word for what she was doing.
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Cain
Jul 6, 2016 23:28:08 GMT
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Post by Admin on Jul 6, 2016 23:28:08 GMT
He smirked. She was checking him out! That made him happy.
"You probably should. Sorry to distract you. Let me know if you need any help."
He spun on the table and stood and walked to Terryn's desk. That way she couldn't see his growing erection. He sat and proud his feet up on the desk and ran his fingers through his ebony curls, pulling them back tying it up.
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Cain
Jul 6, 2016 23:37:21 GMT
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Post by storyteller on Jul 6, 2016 23:37:21 GMT
She was watching him through her peripheral vision. There was no way she was getting any work done today. Not with the scent he was giving off. He was pulling his hair back? Why would he do such an atrocious thing?!
"You shouldn't do that. You'll get more attention from women if you leave it down. Most women like to run their fingers through men's hair and play with it. Especially if it's curly and well kept."
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Cain
Jul 6, 2016 23:44:14 GMT
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Post by Admin on Jul 6, 2016 23:44:14 GMT
She caught him completely off guard with her comment. He pulled his hair out of the band and smiled. "And who said I'm trying to gain the attention of women at work?"
He didn't have to, he already had her attention. Terryn's plan was going better the he had hoped. That other kid didn't have a chance. He was yesterday's news.
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Cain
Jul 6, 2016 23:50:09 GMT
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Post by storyteller on Jul 6, 2016 23:50:09 GMT
She smirked and again spoke without directly looking at him. "Well you pulled the band out of your hair so that has to mean something."
She really wanted to bury her fingers in his hair wondering if it was as soft as Micah's. Micah had wonderful hair and she could touch his without getting into trouble. Well, it still kind of got her in trouble. It turned him on big time.
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Cain
Jul 6, 2016 23:56:16 GMT
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Post by Admin on Jul 6, 2016 23:56:16 GMT
He caught flashes of the boy from her thoughts. He ground his teeth again. It was ok, it was only a matter of time. She belonged with him.
"Well, I'm not one to ignore expert advice." He winked at her. He was trying to stay as flirtatious innocent as he could manage.
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Cain
Jul 7, 2016 0:08:09 GMT
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Post by storyteller on Jul 7, 2016 0:08:09 GMT
She giggled at him. "I am by no means an expert. I'm only sixteen. But I have watched people enough to know what simulates them. I usually go to Haven and sit in the coffee shop for hours to take mental notes."
Why did she just tell him that? He doesn't need to know where I hang out. Then he might show up. Not that that would be a bad thing but that was usually her quiet time when Micah didn't follow her out. Dear god he was a distraction!
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Cain
Jul 7, 2016 0:12:57 GMT
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Post by Admin on Jul 7, 2016 0:12:57 GMT
"So you're a people watcher, huh? And what's Haven?"
He really should be letting her work, but he just wanted to keep hearing her voice. He wanted to hear her moaning out his name from beneath him as he spoke the sacred words and bound their lives together.
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Cain
Jul 7, 2016 0:20:05 GMT
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Post by storyteller on Jul 7, 2016 0:20:05 GMT
"Yeah it'll eventually be a big part of my job." She shut her book and looked up at him. She couldn't not talk to him or ignore his presence.
"Haven is exactly that. A haven for supernatural creatures. It's a night club, coffee shop, restaurant and hookah bar. It's north of here. I'm sure Shawn could show you where it is. I've never been in the night club because I'm too young. I'm sure you could meet quite a few ladies there that would just die over you." If only I was eighteen and not in high school. I'd die over you. Every night.
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