Ilani Moonblood
*Psychic*
Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Nov 14, 2009 21:29:16 GMT -5
And never in her life had Ilani actually appreciated the utter…appeal of being the source of such protectiveness. Normally, the little show of glaring at the guys around her- harmless guys, really, who looked like stealing a glance would make their lonely night- would have gotten her irritated, as it made her feel like she was being owned. Just because she went on a couple dates with a guy, didn’t mean that her life revolved around her time with him, after all. She was allowed to be flirtacious, be herself.
…Yet, when she caught sight of Derek practically promising instant death at the poor guy at the bar, ‘cause the poor schmo was giving her google eyes? Man, did she feel a little flutter in her belly.
It really wasn’t any surprise, then, that when they made to leave the restaurant and Ilani caught sight of a woman giving Derek’s backside a very appreciative once over, she slid her hand into his back pocket and bared her teeth in a just-as-possessive smile.
Oh yeah, she was really swimming in unexplored waters, here. While she always protected what was hers, she didn’t think that she’d actually ever been in a relationship that involved such…intensity.
But, there she was, practically warning half the women in the joint that if anyone made a move, they’d be bald and broken come morning. Sheeze, from a girl who wasn’t exactly a fan of fighting outside of a friendly boxing match, she really did sport a few violent thoughts when it came to this man.
And cue inward cringing. Right on time.
Girding her metaphorical loins, Ilani forced a smile onto her face as she shoved such anxiety-inspiring thoughts to the back of her mind. She was going to have a nice night, dammit, and her subconscious was not going to mess it up with teenage fretting. What was she? 16 and wondering if the cute boy liked her? Man, from the ‘I wanna eat you up, like the Big Bad Wolf’ looks she was getting, there was no question that Derek was definitely liking something.
When he slid into the car and cruised out into traffic, what was a fake smile turned genuine. “Baby, that ain’t the only thing I’m good at,” She couldn’t help but drawl, arching a brow as she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. Man, if she wasn’t going to get him back to her place, once the night was over. If she had her way, she’d end up chaining him to her bed until the end of time, but she’d definitely settle for a night spent doing…activities much like the workout she’d gotten in his office.
Aw, snap, there went her libido again. Stop picturing him naked; definitely step one for a good date.
Hearing the thump of music through her closed window, she practically smooshed her face against the glass. Wicked’s long line’s came into view, and she couldn’t help but let loose an excited little noise.
“Ah, I can believe you know the owners! Man, does this place look cool! Oh, wait, dang, people are wearing pants. I hope there’s no dress code; there’s no dress code, is there? See, I wasn’t really sure where we were going, so I tried to look as nice as I could…I mean, biker boots and a miniskirt is more my thing, but hell if I was gonna scare you…off…aw nuts, I’m babbling again. Ooh, doors opening. Ignore me. Gah.”
Practically leaping out of the car when a parking attendant opened her door, it was all she could do not to start banging her forehead against the hood.
Step One: don’t picture him naked, and/or think about how much she’d like to shove him into an alleyway and have her evil way with him. Step Two: stop freaking babbling like a crazy person.
Oh yeah. She definitely had this.
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Nov 18, 2009 10:41:48 GMT -5
Concentrating on getting the car out into traffic safety from the pier area, Derek shoved aside the enternal debate he was having with himself even as his libido shifted into over drive when her next words.
“Baby, that ain’t the only thing I’m good at,”
Glancing sharply at her, the shifter literally had to clench the gearshift in order not to grab her and kiss her right there in the middle of traffic. His senses were great enough he could have handled it but she may have had a heartattack. So, instead, he slammed the gas hard and heard the tires squeal as he shifted the sleek machine into a higher gear and let the horses run. Quick reflexes kept the car on the road even as only half his mind was into the steering. A short while later, they pulled up to the VIP area outside hte club and a valet hurried over to take the vehicle.
“Ah, I can believe you know the owners! Man, does this place look cool! Oh, wait, dang, people are wearing pants. I hope there’s no dress code; there’s no dress code, is there? See, I wasn’t really sure where we were going, so I tried to look as nice as I could…I mean, biker boots and a miniskirt is more my thing, but hell if I was gonna scare you…off…aw nuts, I’m babbling again. Ooh, doors opening. Ignore me. Gah.”
Derek couldn't help himself. A loud, husky laugh escaped his throat as he climbed out his own side and watched as the young man climbed in to take it away.
"Not a scratch or your a dead man, got it?" he said in a low tone to the valet.
Watching at the man paled a bit, he was satisified that he'd gotten the message. Easing around hte other side of the car, he placed a hand possessively on the small of Lani's back and guided her to the front of the line.
"Babe, you could be wearing a burlap bag and I'd still think you were the sexiest woman here." he drawled with heat before continuing. "You'll see alot of different dress types in here. Anything from gothic to debutante. Lexi has friends on all levels and as long as you like to party and dance... You can find it here. The other owner, Erik Kincaid, is a friend of mine also... He's more the gothic rocker type so he makes sure there is enough edge to keep everyone happy."
Nodding at the bouncer, Derek meet the man's eyes and saw the recognition there. The huge man immediately shifted and allowed them to pass through the lines as VIP members. Opening the wide door for hid date, the shifter stepped inside after her and smiled as Godsmack rang out over the club.
"Ahhhhhh... Yes, Erik is most definitely in the house tonight." he said with a husky chuckle. "Would you like to find a table or get a drink at the bar?"
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Ilani Moonblood
*Psychic*
Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Nov 19, 2009 22:45:11 GMT -5
Ooh, baby, were they getting some evil stares from the people in the ‘normal line.’ Talk about some special treatment, for a friend of the owner! Sneaking a glance up at Derek, she made sure that his attention was on the bouncer at the door, before she gave into her inner demon.
And stuck her tongue out at the glaring masses. What? She was a two year old; she new it. Hell if she liked getting eyeballed just because she got into the club ten minutes before the next guy. Sheesh.
“And baby, the same goes for your sexy butt. Did I mention that your new name is Mr. Sin? Derek, I think I like this place,” She said, grinning up at him as they approached the door. “And I think I like this ‘Eric’ guy. This might not be such a good idea…I might be getting addicted to a club that’s not my own.”
And damn, was that ever true. As they walked into the club and Godsmack hit her eardrums, Ilani just had to take a step forward and whoop into the noise, head banging for a minute before catching Derek’s hand.
“Bar!” She crowed, holding his hand at the small of her back as she practically charged through the crowd. As if sensing a crazy woman and her dangerous date- man, she did have a thing for her bad boys…though, more so for this one bad boy, she was starting to think- the crowd made room for them to pass. “I want to see what kind of booze they have. Darn, I hope your friend doesn’t think of us as competition…or, hell, maybe they should. Dangit, I wanted to ask where he gets his liquor. Do you know I have to go through three guys to get mine? It’s highway robbery! It’s like, if you weren’t born in Louisiana, you can suck eggs.”
As they reached the bar, she had to mentally check herself. Maybe talking about liquor licenses wasn’t such a good idea, when in another person’s bar…and neither was hip chucking a guy out of his barstool. As she tried to worm her way toward the counter, two men ignorantly closed in, practically smooshing her between them.
With a squawked ‘GAR,’ she jerked backwards until her back rested against Derek’s front. Dang, she hoped she didn’t just plant a heel on the poor guy’s toe.
It had definitely been a while since she had to fight through crowds who didn’t know her. Man, she had to get out and visit some other places after this.
Grinning up at her date, an evil little smile flickered onto her face. The sound of good music, the tinkling of glasses; it was enough to make her giddy and forget wanting to smack some heads together for pancaking her. Bringing his hand up to her mouth, she placed a kiss on rough knuckles and look up at him.
“Hey, Mr. Sin?” She said, pitching her voice over the music. “I want a vod on the rocks. Can you go get me one? I think that big, strong, manly body can get over to the counter. Wadaya think?”
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Nov 21, 2009 10:53:14 GMT -5
Biting back a grin as Lani headed for the bar, Derek allowed her to tug him along even as he watched her cute little rear bounce with her supressed energy. Content to just let her have her way, the shifter let his gaze slid through the crowd as if inspecting for danger. Seeing nothing that concerned him, he relaxed a bit as they made it to their destination. When Lani turned to him with some comment about the liquor, he had to chuckle as he thought about his friends reaction to “competition”. Somehow, he didn’t think it would concern Erik much.
“I can’t tell you where he gets his alcohol. I think you’ll find that Kincaid is closed mouth son of a bitch who doesn’t say much about anything unless he’s pissed and then most people make a run for the door. He’s not the easiest man to get to know and he’s been known to bite harder than he growls.”
Watching her try to make a spot in between to dudes at the bar, Derek shook his head and allowed his hands to rest on her hips. However, all that calmness disappeared when she fell back into his body and he literally groaned at the reaction his own had. Talk about wrong time, wrong place. That little escapade had him fantasizing about more than a simple glass of whiskey. The creature within envisioned doing things to her that would definitely get them arrested and it was all he could do not to toss her up on the counter and leap on her like the wolf he was.
When she turned and grinned up at him, he wanted to howl. Her eyes were alight with happiness and mischief even as she took his hand and kissed it. That simple caress was almost his undoing. He had no idea why she had this effect on him but he suspected there was no going back from it now. The wolf in him was territorial and it had already stacked his claim on this female. Whether she liked it or not. At that thought, he idlely wondered if she would run from him when she figured out his intent. The thought of that had him swallowing hard and praying for patience.
“Hey, Mr. Sin?” She said, pitching her voice over the music. “I want a vod on the rocks. Can you go get me one? I think that big, strong, manly body can get over to the counter. Wadaya think?”
Closing his eyes for a moment to gather his composure, the shifter finally opened them with a growl at the men on either side of Lani. Hearing the savage sound, the dudes glanced up at him and then their eyes widened at whatever they saw lurking on his features. Making hasty apologies, they got the hell out of dodge and allowed the couple to slid up to the bar. Trapping his lady between him and the long polished oak, he laid a hand on either side of her and leaned down to kiss her hard before glancing at a man he recognized behind the bar.
“Ben…. Long time, no see, buddy. You got any of that whiskey I like so well back there?”
Laughing in amusement, the other man gave Lani a grin and nodded.
“Sure do, DeVoux. You know the boss lady would skin me alive if we didn’t keep it in stock. Heaven help the man who pisses her off.”
Smirking a bit, Derek turned to the woman in his arms and arched a brow.
“Get Miss Moonblood whatever she likes also, Ben… Put it on my tab. I’ll settle at the end of the night or tomarrow with Erik… Oh… and whenever she comes it… She doesn’t pay for anything, understood?”
Knowing that Ben would get the hint, the shifter nodded at the bartender.
“Babe…. This gentleman is Ben Taylor. He’s Lexi and Eriks head bartender. He’ll look after you real well when you’re here whether it be with me or without me.” He drawled out.
Watching her expression, Derek wondered if he'd be getting his ass kicked for his high handed action or if she would take it as the gift gesture he'd intended it to be. He respected that she could take care of herself but it was his nature to try to ease his females way and that was something engrained in him.
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Ilani Moonblood
*Psychic*
Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Nov 22, 2009 16:38:41 GMT -5
Blinking at Derek as the men who’d just played bread to her cheese, she couldn’t help but raise a brow. “Okay, now that was a scary sound,” She said, glancing at the poor guys who, from the looks of things, were about ready to flee the scene entirely. “Remind me never to get you mad. I mean, I’ve heard some annoyed sounds before in my time, but..whoof. Is it wrong to get turned on by a growl? ‘Cause baby, you have no idea what that just did for me—“
Whatever else she was about to say was immediately forgotten as he kissed her, bracing his arms on the bar to either side of her. She felt covered, enclosed, protected…and holy cow, was that a role of quarters, or was he happy to get her a drink? As his lips fell over hers, she couldn’t help but push back against him, fervently wishing that, 1) the bar was empty and 2) she knew how to make clothes spontaneously poof into thin air.
Pretending to be a fish as Derek pulled away to talk to the bartender, Ilani could only lean back against him and blink. As Ben turned to her, obviously waiting for her to order her drink as her date informed him of how life would be, she held up a hand, fully intending to put in her own points. First off, she’d be paying Derek back for her drinks, instead of letting him do it. Secondly, she’d be paying Derek back with something more than money, because the man was practically melting her panties…and thirdly, if Ben and/or Mr. Erik wasn’t cool with guarding the door to an empty storage closet, either one would inform Derek that he should stop being so damn sinful.
Thankfully, the only thing that seemed to come out was “Hwargh marglfah.” Well, at least she said it in a serious tone.
With a laugh, she cleared her throat and shook her head. She had to think about this logically; Derek was offering to offer her backing at a popular nightclub. She was a newbie to Wicked, and if the place was anything like The Pit, they didn’t open up tabs for newbies. Thus, it was a very nice gesture to let her monkey off of his tab, so she wouldn’t have to carry too much cash around a rowdy club.
Alright, that she could definitely manage. But she was definitely going to pay him back for anything she ordered…in one way or another.
“It’s nice to meet ya, Ben. I’m Ilani,” She said, offering Ben a grin as she bent over the bar to offer the man her hand. The gesture was both innocent and completely evil, given how close Derek was behind her. “And I’d love a rocky vod, if you’ve got a minute. Now, you,” She glanced at her date over her shoulder with a grin. “are going to stop making yourself out to be so damn perfect, or I’m gonna have to shave your head.”
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Nov 25, 2009 9:43:15 GMT -5
Derek couldn't help but arch a brow at her last statement. The woman had the ability to knock him off balance with her off the wall comments and he couldn't help the bemused expression that crossed his face. Ben laughed from behind the counter and the handsome shifter shot the man a look that promised certain death. The bartender only through up his hands in mock surrender before getting Lani her drink and smirking the whole entire time.
Leaning in close to the woman, Derek pressed their bodies together and allowed her to feel what she was doing to him. The heat that radiated from his solid mass felt like it was enough to burn the building down around them and he was really starting to regret bringing her to the club. He had much better ideas about how and where they could be spending their time. Ideas that involved her prone beneath him in a zillion different positions and just as many different locations.
Shuddering at those images, the wolf had to literally drag himself back to the moment and suspected she could read his thoughts as clear as day on his face since he was fairly sure his eyes were gleaming with dark desire.
Wondering just what it would take to convince her that she would really rather get a drink at his place, the shifter was about to propose just that when another solid hand landed on his shoulder and a deep, familiar voice broke the spell she had over him.
"Your starting to scare people, brother.... If you really want to eat her then mayhap you might find a ..... quieter place? My patrons aren't used to such displays of public affection. I would really hate to have to kick your ass in front of your lady love."
Closing his eyes for a moment, Derek groaned and then stepped away to greet a tall, dangerous looking man who was obviously of Celtic descent. Dressed all in leather and sporting eyes so blue they seemed to glimmer with an unearthly light, Erik Kincaid wasn't a man to trifle with lightly. His very presence seemed to radiate power and he was obviously a man used to be in control of everything around him.
"Kincaid...." Derek said gruffly before sticking his hand out to be clasped in a tight, dominating warriors grip. "I thought I might find your sorry ass here...... I'd like to introduce you to someone..."
As the other man arched a brow and looked down at the slender woman, the shifter turned back to his date.
"Lani... This cretin in one of the owners of this bar.... My friend, Erik Kincaid. Erik, this is my date, Ilani Moonblood. She owns the bar THE PIT"
Nodding his understanding, Erik gave her the slightest bow before seeming to gauge her.
"Its always a pleasure to meet a lovely lady... and dont let this idiot fool you.... I have far more class than he." he greeted with a sudden grin.
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Ilani Moonblood
*Psychic*
Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Nov 25, 2009 21:38:39 GMT -5
Oh, hamina-hamina, this man had a body to dire for…and baby, if that was a roll of quarters she felt, she was taking the guy to the bank. In more ways than one.
Practically purring as he closed the distance between then, Ilani leaned against him, tilting her head up to nuzzle at the curve of his neck. Forget the fact that they were surrounded by people, were probably being watched by both their fellow bar counter-goers and however many security cameras were hanging around. Or that Ben was so obviously smirking in their general direction, his fellow bartender giving them surprised glances and…also an unfamiliar voice that sounded way too close.
And drove off Mr. Sexy Heater with it. Aw, man. And she was getting all naughty-minded. Bummer.
…Oh wait, no it wasn’t; that’s right, she was supposed to be good tonight. No seducing, teasing or…uh…hell. Pretty much anything she was just doing to the poor man behind her. Nah well; she’d try harder next time.
As usual, Ilani found herself speaking before thinking and turning to greet the disembodied voice that practically cut through the music- pretty cool; she’d have to get lessons- she couldn’t help but reply with a toothy grin.
“Oh holy COW, everybody around here is so frikken tall. You kick his ass, and I’ll kick yours right back, buddy. That’s a promise. No threatening the ‘lady love’s’ Sexy Pants,” The words came tumbling out, and somewhere in the back of her head as she looked up at the blond man- way up, holy cow- she just knew that she’d regret them in a minute.
And, lookit that, she did. Great; introducing Erik, the guy she’d just threatened to beat on...AND she’d just called Derek ‘Sexy Pants’ in front of a guy he obviously respected. Joy to the world…she was a moron.
“Dangit. Shut up, Lani. Ah, hehe, probably more class than me, too,” She said with an apologetic smile, holding out a hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Kincaid. You’ve got a great place, here. I love the music and the atmosphere is fabu-loso.”
She didn’t bother taking back the little playful threat, and hoped the other man wouldn’t take it to heart. If she was anything, she was insanely protective of anyone she let worm into her ‘circle of likeness,’ and was known to be a bit snarky around threats, joking or no. Where she came from, words were meant to be upheld, and while the two men were obviously friends, she couldn’t help but get some metaphorical hackles up.
Damn. She really had to work on her people skills.
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Post by erik on Nov 28, 2009 15:31:05 GMT -5
(Joint Post between Erik and Derek)
Smirking, Erik couldn't help but laugh at the woman's babbling. She was refreshingly honest in her manner so he had to give his friend credit for passing up the cold hearted beauty queens he usually dated in favor of this earthy goddess.
"I believe the pleasure is mine, lady." he drawled out. "and as far as me not kicking his ass... I'm very afraid I can't make any promises on that one. Derek and I have been known to go rounds once in awhile if only for shits and giggles."
Turning to the bar, he rapped on the counter and thanked Ben when he slide a glass tumbler filled with scotch over to him. Taking the oppurtunity to smile down at Lani, Derek pulled her close before the huge Celtic eyed them again.
"Lani was interested in seeing the inside of Wicked. She owns THE PIT and wanted to know what the competition was like across the way." he said with a teasing smirk. "Personally, I told her that this club was a dead beat and not worth the time or effort it took to visit."
Arching a brow, the blond pretended to look pissed before eying Lani.
"Is that so? So tell me lass... How do you find our club? As dead beat as the braying ass behind you?"
Laughing, Derek sipped his drink while he watched Erik interact with Lani. His lips were turned up in a grin as he drawled.
"It takes one to know one, celt. At least I don't make a habit of eating anyone who annoys me. The poor people around here are so terrified of your bark that its amazing the club gets any business. It must be to the credit of your lovely partner. She must truly be an angel if she can put up with your ugly mug."
Shaking his head, Erik snickered.
"If you only knew how right you were, kid. But don't let her looks fool you... That woman is hard core all the way... I'm amazed her husband doesn't beat her regularly for her disrespect for the male superiority."
Glancing at Lani to show he was teasing, the former warlord laughed at the expression on her face.
"My apologies, Ilani.... Once you meet my partner, you will understand. The lass is hell on wheels and far to sure of herself for her own good. She will be the death of her husband yet with her reckless nature."
Snorting, Derek looked at his woman also and shook his head.
"Don't let him fool you... Erik is just unaccustomed to independent women. He's still stuck in the middle ages."
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Ilani Moonblood
*Psychic*
Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Dec 5, 2009 14:59:32 GMT -5
Oh, thank God, the Erik guy wasn’t about to take her babbling as a threat. Talk about a load off. Leaning back into Derek when he pulled her closer, she couldn’t help but laugh at the two men’s easy banter. It was obvious that there was history here, and hell if those two kitten-like ears of hers were perking up in curiosity.
As the good natured exchange continued, Ilani took a moment to give the stranger a once over. Talk about a monster of a man; she had to crane her neck to look up at him. And man, he was definitely a sight to see, with all that gold blond hair, chiseled face and deep eyes. What was this; the Land of the Smoking Hot Men? If she’d known about this facet New Orleans, she’d have been living down in the bayous for years!
Then again, her recent discovery was definitely worth the wait. Sneaking a peek up at her date, she couldn’t hide a Cheshire Cat grin from sliding onto her face. Oh yeah, she’d snagged her one of the hottest of the hot, and man was she proud of it.
Keeping him was probably going to be the challenge…but hell, uncharacteristic or no, she was definitely willing to fight dirty to keep him around.
At the mention of any husband ‘beating’ his wife, however, some of the good humor managed to drain out of her face, her muscles going rigid. Yeah, so it had been more than ten years since she was a kid, living under her father’s roof…but hell if little comments like that didn’t make her remember those dark nights, coming back to the house to find her mother on the floor, crying and bleeding into the tile because she’d dared contradict her husband.
There really was a reason why she liked to keep her childhood locked away in that dark little room in the back of her mind. Some things just weren’t meant to be remembered.
“Oh really?” Raising a brow at the independent woman comment, Ilani couldn’t help but put one hand on her hip in a ‘oh no he didn’t’ pose. She forced herself to relax, letting the familiar heat from behind her bring her back to the present. “Well, Erik, I’ll have you know that independent women are much more fun to be around. Simpering maidens are too busy worrying that their dresses will get dirty, but us IW’s? We’re too busy stealing all the dashing knights.”
And just because she was evil- not that her smile said anything but ‘innocent’- the last part was said with a little wiggle of her backside against Derek. What? She’d already decided that she was all for fighting dirty, right? And what’s ‘dirty’ without the promise of wild, crazy monkey sex at some point?
“But to answer your question before,” She went on, pitching her voice over the music. “I’ve been meaning to come check out the competition. I heard you guys have some of the most rockin’ bands in the Southland come play here. And that sounds just about right!”
As yet another Disturbed song blasted through the speakers, Ilani raised a hand and whooped with the crowd, head banging for a minute as the floor in front of them rippled with dancers. Man, but this place was nice! If she wasn’t so loyal to her own baby, she might just come and live here.
“So, do any of you men from the Land of Uber Hotness actually dance?” She couldn’t help but ask, grinning happily at Ben as she received her drink. “Or is all this just a way to get beautiful women to shake their asses for y’all on the dance floor?”
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Dec 8, 2009 9:33:37 GMT -5
Laughing at the expression on the old wolf's face, Derek turned to his date and gave her a wink. Erik was entirely to much in control most of the time. It did him good to be shaken up once in awhile. Ever since the shifter had ended his last romance, he had had the emotional depth of a cold blooded reptile and it just wasn't natural. Something needed to shake the man back to life before it became to much a part of his nature. That is when good men went bad.
Hearing Lani's comment about "Stealing all the knights" he had to bite back a grin as he wondered what she would think if she knew just how true her statement was... At least in the Celts department. Derek wasn't exactly sure how old the dude was but he knew he'd been a warlord in his day so that made him just about older than dirt. No doubt, hed done his tour of duty in the lists. For a moment, he almost thought to raze the blond about it but caught the glint in his eye just in time.
"Thats right, Baby." he drawled. "Some of us actually enjoy more than simply tossing a woman over our shoulders and heading for the nearest cave.... Although... Come to think of it...The idea definitely has merit."
When Erik gave him a hard shove, the former ranger choked on his beer and then smirked. The Celt shook his head and then turned his attention back to the cute brunette as she spoke of competitions and such while Dereks mind went to others things... Things like that cute little fanny of her rubbing parts of him that were singing praises to the lord. Gritting his teeth, he tried to make himself a bit more comfortable but knew the other man could read what was going on. The twinkle in Erik's eyes told him that he was in for some razing later.
Finally, Lani turned to him and asked them if they danced. Derek made a point never to get caught on the dancefloor but then decided to make an exception tonight. What his woman wanted, she got.
"Sure... as long as its slow so I get to hold you while we do it!" he leaned down to whisper in her ear while his hands slipped under her collar to caress the skin underneath. "Any excuse to touch you is fine by me."
Glancing at the other man, Derek gave him a grin.
"Kincaid... The lady wants to dance. I'm afraid you'll have to excuse us while I fulfill her desire... You know how it is being a knight and all."
Then, taking her hand, the shifter pulled her along through the crowd to the dancefloor. Snagging her waist, he pulled her hard against his body and let her feel the fire she'd so knowingly stroked back there by the bar.
"Little girl... Your playing with fire... Havent' you heard you should never tease the big bad wolf? He might eat you up."
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Ilani Moonblood
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Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Dec 15, 2009 12:51:47 GMT -5
Oh, baby, baby, talk about having a girl’s spinal chord turn to goo. At his little ‘knight’ comment, she couldn’t help but laugh, waggling her fingers at Erik as she was pulled onto the dance floor, Ilani couldn’t help the small wiggle of victory. Men like Derek were the kinds of people she’d lived with all of her life. They were big, manly, growling pieces of absolute love, who liked to beat on people before admitting what they felt. They liked to protect what was theirs, and held respect in the priority of emotions demanded from others. They also didn’t dance. Did her father ever cut a rug? Did her old flames, the bikers at the club, or Dare ever actually do something other than the whole penguin thing? Hell, no. So when Derek started to lead her onto the dance floor with that sexy grin on his face? Damn, if she didn’t have a wide grin on her face and add in some extra wiggle action as she started to move with the beat. With a throaty little purr, she wound her arms around his neck and swayed to the crooning music that surrounded them. Tilting her head up, she ran her lips along the course curve of his jaw and leaned forward to reply in his ear. “Baby, didn’t you know that I’m a pyromaniac? And anyway…I’m lookin’ forward to getting eaten up. I’ll bring the chocolate if you bring your…stamina.” And man, did the man have some serious amounts of that. For the first time in a long time, Ilani found herself both matched in the endurance department, and met head on when her mind went into the crazy territory. After dancing it up in Wicked- which really, in all truthfulness, took about an hour…but c’mon, could any red blooded girl grind against THAT body and not feel the undying need to drag him to her place by his earlobes?- they’d hit the streets in his speed machine. God, did she love that car, and there wasn’t anything like breaking the speed barrier while making the man behind the wheel see double. By the time the Martin screeched into the street in front of the bar, half of the road behind them was scorched, the neighboring apartment complexes were half out the window having collective titty fits…and the two of them? Well, let’s put it this way; there were no pesky ghosts, she managed to get her door open on the first try, and she got her wish. Oh yeah. Derek and chocolate. Definitely a good mix. Continued in 'Oil and Dead Kids Just Don't Mix
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