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Post by Ghost-Alexander Vainqueur on Sept 5, 2014 1:52:30 GMT
Paranoia was a natural state of his life. He’d accepted that about himself long enough ago that he didn’t know where it began and he ended anymore. He wasn’t close enough to overhear her but the light from her phone made him run down several trains of thought. Only one of them didn’t have the evening a plan by Shango. He was technically a liability as he was as far as he knew the only person west of New York that knew where all the bodies were buried. He’d left that part out of his trip down memory lane. It was insurance so long as no one but he and Shango was aware of it.
All the same he stuck in her shadow easily keeping pace without over shooting her. As they turned onto Alvarado he kept his wits about him. As they circled around Poinsettia He spotted a few chase cars but they were Number One Stunnas. Midwest locals that did a real good job of staying clear of the dirt. Most of them were cops or ex-cops and military types. This was shaping up to one interesting night. Moving alongside her as she wheeled nodding that he was with her all the way before moving back into her shadow. As she moved into a development he smirked it was a good neighborhood as far as blending in was concerned. It was a perfect place to disappear with just a little work two ways in god knew how man ways out it was a place he would lay low as well.
He waited for her to settle in idling in the street before backing his way onto her driveway/ He parked next to her truck using it to block his bike from easy view of the street. He could take off in a moments notice but it would be hard to notice his ride. Paranoid yes but its why he was still alive and why he was still undefeated. Swinging free once he kicked his stop down he scanned the neighbors quickly but thoroughly. Taking off his helmet he followed her into her garage, " Home sweet home I see. Any drinks for the road or are you headed to bed?"
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Post by Dawn Vharos on Sept 5, 2014 3:34:38 GMT
Once he got off the bike she smiled then went for her keys. Looking at him like he was crazy when he asked was she going to bed" Im used to late hours with my legal job so no Im awake right now and for a good while but yeah I got plenty to drink."
Heading to the door and unlocking three deadbolts they wanted in her place they better bring something to take it off both jambs and hinges. Then hitting the key pad when they came in fast, odd thing was the alarm didnt alert the police should it go off it alerted the closest three brothers and the club was set up most of the members like that. So they always had each others back, she tossed her keys in a bowl by the door on the little half wall. Place decked out in a mix of new orleans meets ireland, bold colors leathers and celtic artwork.
Heading to the kitchen she went under the counter and opened her minibar" dark or light"
He should know she meant alcohol most people didn't mix theirs and they had already had beers. She had those too but fixed her self a crown and coke. Watching him take in the surroundings, and toeing out of her boots she put them by the door then fixed him what he asked for. After it would be handed over she went to the lounger it was a shade of butter leather which did not occur in nature but wasn't offensively bright. Settling her self on it she looked at him." I told the boys we got in a scrape they were gonna drive past to make sure the jerks stayed or went else where and weren't thinking on back lash."
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Post by Ghost-Alexander Vainqueur on Sept 5, 2014 7:26:30 GMT
He caught the look ignored it and moved passed it in less than an eye blink. He lived fast even when he wasn’t racing. He’d learned early on that a moving target was always the best thing to be outside of the one shooting. “Plenty is subjective I don’t need to be back at work until Monday. And so far I am pretty good with two hours of sleep. I’m absolutely great with four or more."
He moved through her apartment taking it all in as well as remembering the exits most importantly including the ones that he could make in a pinch. Again he thought just because you were paranoid didn’t mean they weren’t out to get you. In fact the two were usually mutually inclusive. He smiled as he saw décor form the Big Easy. He hadn’t been back in years yet in his heart he’d always be a Lower Ninth runny nosed lil dirtdauber.
Smirking he smiled moving to her bar area setting up a glass." Both. Told you I have a three day weekend." He smiled as he made special planters punch using both her dark and light rums. He used Coke instead of simple syrup. Giving it a quick stir he poured it into two glasses sitting one down in front of her. Moving away he looked at one of her pictures. “You guys are really close that’s good. I never joined a club always saw it as cutting off options instead of opening them for me.” Sitting in one of her chairs he looked at her as he unzipped his jacket. “You got family down Nola way?”
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Post by Dawn Vharos on Sept 5, 2014 7:40:26 GMT
She watched him settle and sipped what he made and what she made what the heck right? Smiling big then undoing her Kutte it went over her chair back now her bare arms and back were more in view before she settled again. " yeah we family but just like all families you fight and dont always see eye to eye. Just a bit more dangerous because no one shoots their aunt over being a few stacks short on the drugs she was supposed to sell"
And if they did that was a pretty messed up family indeed. When he asked bout Nola she smiled again but it wasn't a good smile it was an I survived smile. "you ever hear of the boxer Micheal Mc Dermit The Irish hurricane? Thats my old man bit of a beast to live with he was, and I dont go visit much because the urge to bleed him out is to strong"
She was frank about it and it had made her a hard and at times evil woman, but tough. " what part you from"
Trying to change the subject she didn't need to be telling this man who she barely met her daddy issues. The drink was good and she could see her self getting relaxed and maybe a little messed up. Still not sure shed try to bed him yet tho, " if you want a taste of home wait I got something"
She got up and went to her ipod dock then put on a track it was some old school smokey blues from a jazz club in the quarter. She'd brought the tape before she left and had recently had a friend digitize it so she could keep playing it. The song made her swing her hips and dance barefoot near the stereo. Hair swinging she looked like a red headed gypsy woman.
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Post by Ghost-Alexander Vainqueur on Sept 6, 2014 5:48:27 GMT
Taking a belt of his drink he chuckled as she mentioned family. He wasn’t so sure about her ideas about the difference between the clubs and a blood family. He’d gone back home often enough that he watched several cousins shoot several others over just that drugs; well drugs and a bust down they were all enjoying the company of. "Sounds a little too much like my family, shots fired and all."
Ghost didn’t like the tone of her voice as she spoke on her father. No he’d been around enough to see the signs of long suffering trauma. He’d been around long enough to notice the signs but not long enough to ignore it or become jaded. It was one of the many reasons he was a lone wolf in his real life as well as the courts. "I’ve heard of him didn’t follow hm. He was a little low on my lists of favorite down home things. Maybe even moreso now."
Choking down the Lancelot impulse in him to avenge. He wouldn’t be doing much avenging tonight maybe not for a while he would however be doing some avenging if he could. Chuckling sardonically he’d ask how’d she know he was from there. Not now but soon." Mostly the Vieux, but I came out here because I was dragged to make something more for myself. Lost the accent almost right away I was a kid and hungry to fit in until I realized nothing I did would help with that."
He could keep the beat but he wasn’t a dancer so he sat an watched her work. She was right her moving reminded him of home. It also reminded him he was definitely male. It would be rude to make a move but nobody said he couldn’t be polite and definitively male. " You move really well, Red. Can’t say it reminds me of home but it does remind me of some of the best mistakes of my life."
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Post by Dawn Vharos on Sept 6, 2014 6:31:46 GMT
She had laughed at the family thing because she knew more then a few like that and it was sad what the state of most folks of complexion did to each other and went through. Hips rolling and flexing she moved and rocked dancing up round his chair and back to the stereo. His words bout where he grew up made her smile she knew that place and others he might have been. They might have even crossed paths as kids but didn't remember. His answer bout her father got a look that was pure amusement" agreed there but thats what made him the monster, the fact he could never make it no higher then he was."
She didn't want a knight in no sort of armor and he would learn that if he stuck round for long enough. Some women enjoyed being the damsel she prefered being the dragon. He was male she knew and she was female their parts could fit together if they so chose but that was just it what would they choose? He made her laugh turning to him she head tilted and bowed" I will take that as a compliment then sir"
Winking the song changed to something more upbeat and jazzy like they would play at the march of a parade after a loved one died. The line, she wiggled and jiggled and stepped and clapped all to the beat pausing for breif sips of drink. Hair tossed and , now sheened lightly in sweat. He had stayed longer then she thought he would but knew that meant nothing he felt like the slick and slippery type some one who you couldn't catch hold of like an eel in bacon grease.
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Post by Ghost-Alexander Vainqueur on Sept 6, 2014 20:07:35 GMT
Smiling genuinely he stretched and stood shucking his jacket. Belting down his drink he moved to her, " It was a compliment but also the truth."
Nothing ventured nothing gained he wrapped his arms around her waist catching the beat from her movements. He was capable of carrying his own when it came to dancing but he was a speed junky. Risking his safe haven for the moment he placed a kiss against her neck. Yes he was enjoying the vibe but he as always wanted more. He wanted to taste her on his lips. He wanted to roll with her until sunrise. His reach tended to always exceed his grasp. She was out of his league on so many different levels as to make his attempt more joke than serious entreaty.
All the same he was gonna give it more than a college try. She felt good her skin was softer than one would expect. Even with a sheen of sweat she felt like a backstage pass to heaven. Yeah he was way out on a limb but what the hey the worst that could happen would be he had a bruise without anything fun taking place. At the best he would test her mileage and she would test his.
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Post by Dawn Vharos on Sept 7, 2014 2:16:40 GMT
The music was lost when he grabbed her, she hiked a brow but let herself move with him. His lips on her neck surprised her and she smirked, the dancing had worked better then she thought. Laughing gently she pressed to him tighter and slid her arms up around his neck. " you bayou boys know what you want and go for it huh?"
She wasn't stopping him though why should she at best shed get her itches scratched most of the night and be content and alone by the next day worse case scenario they make out, get hot but he backs out and leaves. She still had means to and end and either way would get hers, if he was there or not. Hips rocking gently against his own and head back hair swinging her throat stretched and elegant. Then her gaze came to find him and it was dark and promising, curious and dangerous. Leaning in Dawn grazed his lips with hers and then again playing keep away with her mouth wondering if he'd chase.
The movements of her dance were slower as they were more out of instinct then talent or trying. He still wasn't her usual but he would more then do for the moment, for tonight they could be more then fast friends. Her pulse was in her ears she could hear it strong and clear and feel it else where. Feeling his hair under her fingers, running them to his nape. Massaging there slowly, touching and feeling learning what muscles lay beneath the skin. His shoulders felt strong, that could mean a many good thing with were this headed.
"but then again so do us bayou girls."
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Post by Ghost-Alexander Vainqueur on Sept 8, 2014 7:59:21 GMT
The time for words that made any sense if taken out of context was at least an hour away by his recollection all the same he summoned up a response. It was more difficult than it should have been but he wanted to communicate with her in a way that had very little to do with words. Vocal chords maybe but words not so much. "Only way through hell to heaven is straight on as fast as you can manage. " Just like he thought she tasted like the best sin. As she moved showing the truth of her hips and the music that moved her, his hands explored her. He was moving decidedly towards the goal of following the biological imperative of life.
As she turned into he kissed her back fast and hard a bruising of lips. Just as quickly his lips grew softer in their urging in their imploring. He wanted her that much was obvious. Either that or he was really appreciative over being allowed to use her wet bar. Hs hands glided making their way to and fro soaking in the suppleness of her skin through her clothing. Lifting her so he that his lips would have access to more of her. Her tight clothing instead of getting in the way and slowing his trek somehow added speed and traction to his lips rush.
Spinning he moved to the chair he had just occupied. Lowering her into it as his knees eased to the floor of her abode he kissed massaged and made an earnest attempt at the foreword of the Karma Sutra. This was junior high, high school, college and pre-law of the main attraction. This was not for the faint of heart this was a contact sport. She was the goal, her pleasure the championship, and the joy of competing his reward.
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Post by Dawn Vharos on Sept 8, 2014 22:51:19 GMT
His mouth knew what it was doing and she gave in to being explored, what would have been the point in denying the attraction? His hands glided and she rolled under the feeling of his fingers on her skin. Eyes drifting over every expression he made, learning his ways. Her hands gripped his shoulders and caressed his neck pulling him further between her knees. He smelled nice, very male and very appealing to that something inside that tripped her wires.
The sound in the back of D's throat was one of pleasure and encouragement, kisses no longer delicate. The heat in them creeping back toward hunger and roaring. Licking at them both like the first flames of a building finding its way into becoming an all consuming enferno. Normally she prided her self on control so that when he'd lost his she had hers but the point of hers slipping was close at hand. Managing to whisper between, bouts of mouths wrestling " Bedroom?..we..should go there..comfortable..mm..bed"
Not sure if he got it but she had tried and if they ended up some how on the floor, in the hall between or some other place it wouldn't bother her to much but the space to roll and move was definitely to be had in her room. He seemed ok with her clothing in place but she was not, if she could walk the streets in near nothing and have it be normal and something that she wouldn't get harassed over she would. Clothing out side of decoration for her was a pain and nuisance. The feeling of him pressed so tightly but not close enough was making her more feverish and she found her self tugging at his shirt trying to get her hands under it to feel the skin of his back.
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Post by Ghost-Alexander Vainqueur on Sept 9, 2014 3:43:22 GMT
Raising up he tore away his shirt. He wasn’t cut like a serious weight lifter or workout enthusiast. He ws fit from his riding and his jogging but he was not a gym rat. So he was trim and more dancer than warrior. But his shape was more than passable. He was not a couch potato and that much showed. Lifting her even as he knew she was able to walk he’d carry her. He’d carry her as that meant she would be in his arms and against his skin longer. He’d carry her until she was torn away from him by the breaking light of dawn.
Kissing her deeply he lifted her by her buttocks carrying her as if her weight was nothing. “Comfortable is good," he said as he fumbled into her room. He’d guessed correctly and was rewarded with her big warm bed. Crouching to it he applied the fullness of his lips to praising her form. It was a long prayer and one he devoted himself to with the dedication of a monk.
Kicking of his boots with a skill that belied his experience He spared one moment more to help her. He was a top aspected man but that didn’t mean he neglected her anywhere. They were really going through with their mutual enjoyment of each other. He wanted to be remembered fondly and plied himself to that goal. To that nirvana.
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Post by Dawn Vharos on Sept 9, 2014 5:18:06 GMT
His shirt parted like the skies after rain and her eyes feasted on his body, he was built well but not to big and she liked that. The gym rats meant that they had little time for you but at the same vein she took care of her body as well so could appreciate at least some time working on it. Fingers trailed his front then giggling softly as he swooped her into his arms. Their kisses had become better then wine and much deeper then the ocean. He found her bed easily enough the king memory foam mattress accepting her eagerly. She watched him and then, her head rolled back at the first moment of his fervent and devoted prayer and worship of her frame.
when her top went she smiled, having not bothered with the torture device known as bra. Bare and lush the landscape of her upper body to his expedition, he was pretending at being lois and clark and she would indeed be his sacajawea. Lifting to ease his course of removing her bottoms and feeling the press of his now much closer body. Hands on his back and shoulders then rubbing at his head when he dipped yet again to his previous ministrations. The sounds she loosed were mostly purrs and some what instinctual, the crests of her topography now so sensitive they were just before pain and it was that knifes edge she adored.
Pulling at him urging him upward so that she might return the favor of freeing him from his garments. Eyes wicked and warm on him, getting him easily enough out of them with his help and taking in all the sites. Her womanly grin was one of knowing and more then contentment at what met her gaze. Sliding her self toward him this time to do some exploring of her own.
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Post by Ghost-Alexander Vainqueur on Sept 10, 2014 8:23:45 GMT
Ghost allowed the pleasure to move through he forced his eyes open. He searched her face seeking the truth of the moment. Pleasure was only pleasure if the both of them were in the moment. He searched her face for the pleasure of this moment. He searched her face for the equal of the pleasure that coursed through him. The pleasure brought by her curves peaks and valleys. The pleasure she gifted him in this moment of shared want. Though if he was being honest it was need on his part. Between the road and the chase for the golden ring he had not connected with anyone on any level. He was either leaving them in his wake or charging before them diverting the lumps they more than usually deserved.
Taking her chin in his hands he pulled her lips to his. He kissed her with need as he drove on along the road to their joined peace. He drove on regulating his speed and depth to match the ebb and crest of the pleasure she was coaxing from him. She was good no she was practiced and talented. The feel of her skin alone would be enough to make most men pass out form the sensation. Ghost knew he was not most men the sweet tantalizing torture of the joy she inspired was almost enough to block out the entire world. Even one as paranoid as he was nearly blinded to all but the beat of her heart and the feel of her velveteen skin. Almost.
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Post by Dawn Vharos on Sept 10, 2014 23:19:38 GMT
D enjoyed the reaction of the man, who shared her space. Feeling every twitch and flex under her fingers until things shifted and changed. When their planes of existence met with a slick slide her lashes fluttered like butterflies loosed from their jar. Then focusing on his face and on her face he would find every message of how she felt about the cadence of their need. Lips parted and hair slipping over sheets, her vocalizations would put even the most talented operatic diva to shame.
He was unexpectedly talented and caring which caught her off guard. Legs twining them together as she watched him watching her, smiling intermittently her encouragements and accepting his lips as they met hers again. Her street was normally quiet and her neighbors worked evenings so their intimacies wouldn't disturb any one. So caught up in him she held tight and felt the first flutterings of something when a whole different noise outside of the realm of their passions reached her ears. Dawn knew engines and knew them well so the sound of a racing one getting exponentially louder triggered her but only for a moment as his next movement against her stole back her attention.
The next thing to shatter the gossamer ties of their, moment together was the sound of semi auto fire and glass shattering in the front of her place. Thankful now that her bedroom was in back and butted to a yard fenced and over looking a small hill and cliffs no street. She could tell when it registered for him and let him free of her arms. Rolling off the bed to one side and listening as laughter and squealing breaks disappeared into the night. Waiting for a few moments then exiting her room bare as the day she was born to survey the damage some one was going to pay and pay big time for what she found.
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Post by Ghost-Alexander Vainqueur on Sept 11, 2014 1:54:57 GMT
Watching her splayed beneath him yet inviting Ghost was struck in the moment. So much so it wasn’t until the sound of revving engines were too close to brace against that he was called to the reality around them. Their moment of a shared world was torn by the sounds of heavy automatic fire. Not nearly in the air the sounds of splintering wood and destroyed glass drove them both from the bed. Crouched to the floor evaluating their potential escape lest the shells that fore her house tear them Ghost was pissed. He cursed aloud bot only for the moment ruined but he knew himself. He was a vengeful sort of person and he would not be consumed. The Vagos was a decently large organization. An organization he was happy to allow to live unmolested so long as they stayed off his radar. They were not only on his radar they were now a target.
Luckily none of the shells penetrated with enough velocity to make it to her bedroom by more than a few feet. He walked into her living room surveying the damage. It wasn’t a blood feud but it was very close. They couldn’t have known they hadn’t struck someone. They didn’t care this was as clear a message as any and he felt responsible. The war party had declared war. He was a free rider so that made some sense tactically but Dawn was a member of a club that made things usually not worth it yet here they were. “Shit!” he said finally moving from his own headspace.
They’d made a mess of things. He could handle the pressure but this was not his house. They would be back he was sure her club was already martialing the troops. Damn drat and bother as his mamere would say. “I’ll get dressed so we can be ready for your boys.”
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