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 Oct 6, 2009 15:29:08 GMT -5
With a little wave at a bouncer standing guard outside, Ilani made her way through the double doors of the Wolf Den. It had been a few days since that chance little meeting at the gym with Mr. Sin, and she almost hummed with anticipation at seeing that tight behind again.
All in all, she probably should have called first to announce her coming over; given the poor guy some warning time to gird his loins before she went trying to jump them, but that just wasn’t her style. Catch a person off guard, and a gal gets a glimpse of true colors, after all. And anyway, it would be too hard to tell her to buzz off in person than it would be over the phone.
She had first hand experience with that one.
Head nodding a bit appreciatively as she took in the club’s interior, she couldn’t help the little whistle that escaped her lips. Woowee, talk about an upscale joint! Whenever she thought of a ‘gentleman’s club,’ she always remembered those sleezy nudy shows back home, where the boys liked to go ‘relax’ at the end of the day. Those places had been creepy, dirty, with the girls walking around with plastic smiles and dead eyes. But this place? This place wasn’t too darn bad.
Now, if only she could get over being jealous of the woman onstage. Damn, if she had a set like that, she’d probably be married to some bazillionair right about now.
Moving easily through the crowd, she made her way for the bar and, as usual, took in the curious glances thrown her way in stride. She’d traded in her coffin hairpieces and workout garb for neon green streaks, vampire fang scrungies and a blue dress equipped with biker boots. Offering a smile for the bartender, she hopped up on a stool and leaned forward on her elbows, as if whispering to a confidant.
“I’m lookin’ for your boss…Derek DeVoux? If you could tell him that Ilani Moonblood’s looking for some free Van Dam lessons, I’d really appreciate it. And that his butt’s still sexy as hell; I can tell through intuition. Thanks so much!”
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Oct 6, 2009 19:27:38 GMT -5
Derek was having a day of it. When shit hit the fan, it really hit the fan. Between lost invoices, a members complaint and one of the dancers being out with injuries, the club was absorbing all his energy. Sibeal had dumped a mass of applications on his desk and then hurried out with an expression on her face that told him she wasnt fairly any better. On top of that Charlie had reported that one of the new members had failed to pay his membership fee and causing problems for the staff.
Getting to his feet, the handsome wolf sighed and tossed down his pen. Striding around the huge mahogany desk that took up almost half his office, Derek left the room and made his way out to the main floor. It didn't take him long to focus on the fool who was causing the problems. His easy steps took him over to the table as he waved away the bouncers.
"Simmons.....I must say I'm suprised to find you here. You were informed last time that unless you paid your entrance fee on time, you would be banned from the club. I thought I had made myself clear...."
Looking up, the man sneered at him and then waved a hand.
"Fuck you.... I'll do whatever the hell I please."
Quicker than a blink, the wolf had the man out of his chair and pinned against the wall. With his hand encircling the fools neck, the shifter put his face right next to his.
"Watch your language, boy. This is my club and what I say goes. You'd do well to remember who your talking to before I have to remind you by ripping out your throat."
Paling the man was silent until Derek dropped his hold. Stepping back, the wolf eyed him and said.
"Get your sorry ass out of my club and don't bother to return. Your membership has just been revoked."
Turning, he started to walk away when a whisper of movement caught his attention and he supressed a sigh at the idiots stupidity. Whirling gracefully, he caught the hand holding a knife that was aimed at his back and twisted it hard. As the man screamed in pain, the dark haired warrior made him drop the weapon and then flipped him around so that his face smacked against the wall and the crack of his nose resounded through the room.
"Wrong move, asshole. Now, instead of walking out of here on your own, your going to learn what its like to screw with me."
Slamming his face hard into the wall again, Derek nodded at Charlie and watched as the huge black man came forward to relieve him of his problem.
"Make sure he gets the point this time, Charlie."
Nodding the head bouncer shoved the man before him before saying.
"By the way, boss man. You've got a company at the bar."
Frowning, Derek looked towards the front area and spotted Ilani setting on a stool. As his eyes ate her up, a smile spread across his fact and he headed in her direction with a purposeful stride.
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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 Oct 6, 2009 20:58:57 GMT -5
Sitting happily at the bar, perched on the stool and swaying a bit to the beat of the music, Ilani had to admit that this wasn’t such a bad place for a gentleman’s club. Sure, the ladies on stage and around the main floor were making her think about a certain plastic surgeon that sometimes frequented The Pit and she was sorely tempted to go and poke her fingers into the eyeballs of the suit next to her- sheeze, she knew she was pretty, but c’mon now- but all in all, this wasn’t such a bad place.
And hell if she didn’t want to climb on the stage and dance, too. Maybe she could sneak a Pitbull CD into the stereo and see where spontaneity took her…
Almost as quickly as the thought popped into her head, spurring quite the evil little smile as she locked her eyes on the stage, her attention was pulled to the sounds of bodies colliding. Holy cow, was someone fighting?
Instinctively, she hopped off of the stool and scanned the crowd, eyes locking on the unhappy scene with a frown. She had to remind herself that she had no say in what went on, but the urge to smack some heads together practically made her fingers itch.
“Not your place, Moonie,” She mumbled to herself. “I mean, it’s not like the place doesn’t have it’s own security and stuff. Hell, I bet the girls could even whup half these guys…wait, is that Mr. Singe My Pants Off?”
Squinting a bit over various heads that had popped up to watch the exchange between club owner and angry patron, she stood up on her heeled toes and gasped. Wow, talk about strong. Was he actually holding that guy up by his neck?
“Definitely getting lessons from him…AND CRAP. KNIFE!” Though Derek caught the man before he could do much damage, the bellow escaped her before she could bite it back. Used to managing rough crowds and very loud, contained spaces, it was just natural to yell out the warning. Even if it was unnecessary.
With a sigh of relief as the knife-wielder was taken care of, she folded her arms over her chest and continued to watch. Derek was sauntering over in a way that made her mouth water, but her attention was focused on Mr. Stab Me In The Back. The guy was holding his nose and whimpering as he was frog marched down the aisle, probably toward the exit.
Not any of your business, Moonie, she thought to herself. Just turn back to Sexy Pants, flirt his boxers off…hmm, I wonder if he’s commando…and forget you ever saw that. And…nah hell, who am I kidding?
Before her common sense could dish out any more sage-like advice, Ilani found herself stepping into the troublemaker's path. The big bouncer made a bad feeling creep in, but before she could stop herself, she managed to put her favorite pair of steel toed boots to good use.
Poor guy. He’d be singing soprano for the rest of his life.
“Only an asshat comes at a guy’s back with a knife, you piece of turd, crap for brains.” She snarled as the poor schmuck went down. With a few more curses, she held her hands up in an ‘I’m done now’ way for the bouncer's benefit and backed off.
Crap. She was SO going to get thrown out, right along with Ball-less. Turning to face Derek with a wince, she clasped her hands behind her back and offered a sheepish smile.
“Um…hi. I hate backstabbers, especially the literal ones. Really sorry about that. I’ll…er…I’ll just go now. Sorry that you had to deal with that guy. The poops around this town nowadays, huh? It’s like they just crawl out of the woodwork and look for reasons to drive you nuts. And…eh…crap. I’m so sorry. GAH, I’m babbling. So sorry to interrupt you.”
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Oct 7, 2009 14:01:48 GMT -5
As Derek walked towards the recent object of his lustful thoughts, he could see the banked heat in her own eyes. She was obviously checking him out in a very sexual way and that instantly put his inner wolf on full alert. As his own eyes took in the off beat but sexy out fit she wore, he almost missed the look of intent in her eyes just before she stepped in front of the recent trouble maker and drilled him with what looked like a stilleto heel.
As the fool howled in pain, Derek almost grimaced in sympathetic pain but he was to busy getting over the shock her actions to bother. No one had stepped up for him like that in..... years. Most people figured that he was more than capable of taking care of his own business that they didn't even bother to take a second look when he got in a spot of trouble. The fact that SHE had taken on herself to take the asshole to task made his blood heat. He suddenly wished everyone else in the club would just disappear even as he knew the others probably thought she was insane. .
“Only an asshat comes at a guy’s back with a knife, you piece of turd, crap for brains.”
Supressing the urge to laugh, Derek hid his grin behind a hand as he rubbed his jaw. When she spun back to him, he arched a brow and gave her a hooded look that hid his true thoughts.
“Um…hi. I hate backstabbers, especially the literal ones. Really sorry about that. I’ll…er…I’ll just go now. Sorry that you had to deal with that guy. The poops around this town nowadays, huh? It’s like they just crawl out of the woodwork and look for reasons to drive you nuts. And…eh…crap. I’m so sorry. GAH, I’m babbling. So sorry to interrupt you.”
Before she could turn and high tail it to the door, Derek pounced. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her along behind him as he headed for his office. As he passed his stunned looking comanger, he growled.
"I'll be in my office... See that I am not disturbed... by ANYBODY..."
Sibeal's eyes immediately flew to the hold he hand on Ilani's hand and then he could hear the blonds shocked laughter following after them as he dragged his captive lady across the club and down the hall into his inner den.
Slamming the door shut, he threw caution to the wind and gave in to the instincts his inner beast demanded. With startling ease, he shoved her back against the door and lifted her by her waist so that he could settle against her comfortablely while he kissed her hard. Allowing no room for protest, he caught her hair at the nape of her neck and tugged so that her mouth tilted to meet his.
"Little girl... Didn't anyone ever tell you its not nice to tease a wolf unless you are willing to pay his price?" he whispered huskily before letting his lips trail to her neck to inhale her scent.
(Ilani, the beast kind of took over but I can change it if need be! Let me know!)
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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 Oct 7, 2009 15:10:26 GMT -5
((You kidding? She's on cloud nine right now. XD ))
So, there she was; inwardly wailing that her big fat mouth- and big fat toe, for that matter- had ruined yet another possibly interesting day. What the hell was with her, anyway? Did she have any self control? This wasn’t her club, the moaning guy on the floor definitely hadn’t messed with her, so what the heck was with the literal ball-busting? If anything, she’d just written her fate in blood with Mr. Sinfully Sexy Pants, who was probably going to ask her to leave.
Oh, for the love of the melted chocolate she was considering poring all over his body last night! And…good gah, was she actually CRINGING? Her, Ilani Moonblood, daughter of the Brooklyn Butcher and sometime Queen Badass was actually cringing as Derek DeVoux sauntered that cute butt over to where she stood babbling. And Lord help her if her heart didn’t threaten to explode when he grabbed hold of her arm.
It was definitely a day of firsts, there. Usually, she was pretty good at keeping her nose out of other peoples’ business- alright, so maybe not all the time, but when she put her mind to it, she could manage- and hell if anyone ever made her go where she didn’t want to. And yet, eyes as big as dinner plates, she found herself being dragged across the main floor.
“Look, dude, I said I was sorry!” She yelped, having to trot to stop herself from face planting on the floor. Where the hell was he taking her? Some kind of secret room where he could Van Dam her for kicking Joe Schmo in the balls?
And, better yet, why was she letting him drag her anywhere? When this was all over, she really had to go find a pair of bikers to beat on, if only to make her pride feel better.
Catching sight of Sibeal as Derek barked an order, Ilani couldn’t help but continue to bellow. “What the friggin’ hell you laughing about?! Help me! What the hell, ‘not disturbed?’ I…OW, MY KNEE.” Hopping a bit when an awkward twisting motion- so not a good idea to act like a zombie fish when trying to escape- brought her leg in contact with a nearby table, she couldn’t help but squeak.
“Where the hell are you taking me? You know, this counts as harassment, and I have friends in high places. I didn’t mean to hurt your manly pride or anything out there, or start anything with Schmucko. It’s just that he came at you like that! It wasn’t fair and he could’ve hurt you! And…oh, wow, nice office. Is that real woooooo—“
With yet another yelp as she was lifted off of the floor, all further protests and explanations immediately shriveled up in her throat. Holy cow, the man could kiss. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she fisted the front of his shirt for balance and met kissed him back.
Holy cow. For a minute there, while he growled his little warning, the only intelligent thought she could muster was a few chords of the Hallelujah Chorus, and something akin to ‘unsex me!’, but she wasn’t about to touch that one with a ten foot pole.
Blinking as the words sank in, especially the ‘little girl’ part, which she couldn’t help but work up her own growl at, she moved her hands from his shirt to his head, running her fingers through his hair.
“If this is what my money would get me,” She said, tilting her head sideways to give him more access to her neck. “Then hell yeah, I’m teasing. Maybe I’ll even toss in my left kidney if you kiss me again.”
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Oct 7, 2009 17:08:16 GMT -5
Derek was so lost in the kiss that the sound of her own growl drove him higher. By the time he pulled back, they were both practically panting with desire and it was all he could do not to take her right there against the door. However, he did pride himself on having SOME control, beast though he was.
“If this is what my money would get me,” She said, tilting her head sideways to give him more access to her neck. “Then hell yeah, I’m teasing. Maybe I’ll even toss in my left kidney if you kiss me again.”
And just like that, the tentitive control he held over himself.... Snapped... Like a run away train, his restraint jumped the tracks and he gave up any illusion of resistance. Wrapping an arm around her back, he held her against him as he lifted her and turned towards that huge desk she was just oohhing and Ahhhhing over. With one clean swipe, he sat her on the edge and shrugged out of his suite coat. Tossing it carelessly aside, he glued his lips to hers again and slid his hands back around her tiny waist.
"Damn woman..." he growled at her. "If you don't want this.. You better say it now because your about 3 seconds from making the fantasies I've been having the last few days come true...."
Letting his hand trail down her hip and then along the outside of her leg, Derek enjoyed the feel of her and knew she felt it too. Pulling back a bit, he stared at her with dark pools blazing with bad boy lust along with a dose of "If I don't have you right this minute I may combust" longing.
"This isn't normally how I'd ask you for a date but .... I"m afraid i'm beyond that point currently.... Unless.. that is.. You want to put yourself on the menu cause... I am going to eat you alive.. You smell to damned good to resist..."
As if to give proof to his words, the wolf nipped at the hollow of her shoulder and slid her other hand up to entwine in her long hair. She smelled so damned good that it was like water to a dehydrated man.
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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 Oct 7, 2009 21:01:08 GMT -5
Dammit, that Hallelujah chorus was getting real freaking loud. It had started off all nice and soothing at first, when she’d seen him stalk her way, then became something a bit more insistent when he kissed her. But now? Now, she was just about ready to give into the urge to melt into a pile of goo.
Or, quite possibly start a new religion, but male egos were big enough, in her experience.
With yet another one of those annoying squeaks at the sounds of various office supplies crashing to the ground, she wrapped her arms around his neck for leverage, wiggling her hips against him. A grumbled protest sounded as he pulled away to take care of his jacket, which was replaced with a happy sigh when he returned.
There is a God, she thought through a haze of kinky images. Lying there on this large desk of his did make her start thinking of more than a couple scenarios. Hmm…did the human body really bend that way? And nah, chocolate in those places had to feel bad, no matter what those dirty books said.
Turning her head to look up at him as he spoke, a small frown pulled at her lips. What? A date? Don’t want this? What in the ever living hell made him think that she wanted anything BUT having his sexy behind right where it was?
As if to make the point clear, Ilani found her hands slipping down his back until they could cup his butt through his pants. Thank you, whoever came up with the sundress, she thought with an inner grin.
“Well, I’m obviously not doing a good job at seducing you if you’re talking,” She said, as if talking to herself. She nipped at his earlobe when he got close enough. “Right now, you should be growling. And maybe moaning. Mmm…howling would be good too.”
Tilting her head, she sought to capture his lips again, her own now curled in a teasing smile. “Wanna see who can make the people outside call the cops the fastest? I bet you that you’ll howl louder.”
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Oct 8, 2009 10:43:08 GMT -5
“Well, I’m obviously not doing a good job at seducing you if you’re talking,” She said, as if talking to herself. She nipped at his earlobe when he got close enough. “Right now, you should be growling. And maybe moaning. Mmm…howling would be good too.”
Those words... Those words had the ability to bring out the beast in him but he tamped it back. She really had no idea what she was dealing with and he could only imagine what she would do if he actually did unleash his wolf to howl. He wasn't about to let her off that easy.
"You think so... I don't know. Sounds like alot of energy burnt up on something useless when I'd rather be using it for other things."
Kissing her hard, he thanked whatever genius who had invented short skirts and figured it must have been a man as impatient as he was. Scouting her closer to his rock hard body, he let his hands slide underneath the fabric and find the only thing left hindering his domination. Pulling softly, he heard the tear of fabric and gave her a wolfish grin.
Tilting her head, she sought to capture his lips again, her own now curled in a teasing smile. “Wanna see who can make the people outside call the cops the fastest? I bet you that you’ll howl louder.”
Giving a husky laugh that was more of a rumble, the wolf set about making her pay for that little comment. Clothing flew in every direction until sweat and whisker burns were the only thing left covering either one of them. Derek had no doubt they'd made the help smirk but he was damned sure she had screamed the loudest. He prided himself on being able to satisfy a woman completely and he knew from the way she'd responded that he'd succeeded. Of course, she'd made him work for it but he had a feeling he could get addicted to that sexy little workout routine if she let him. She gave as good as she got and he had no doubts his back bore the evidence of her eagerness.
Collapsing to the floor with her on top of him, the wolf gave a contented little growl and took a minute to let his breathing slow down. When he finally was able to speak in an even tone, he looked at her and grinned wickely at her mused hair and makeup.
"Baby, anytime you want to come in and bust up someone in my club, you go ahead and do that... As long as you are ready to do that all again, anyways." he rumbled out. "But.... I think its only fair to warn you that there isn't a person out in that club that isn't going to know what we were back here doing if you walk out with that cat ate the canary look on your face."
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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 Oct 8, 2009 14:13:24 GMT -5
With a sound akin to a purr, Ilani let herself fall boneless on top of him, rolling stiff shoulders as her head plopped down onto his chest. Holy cow, she would never go to the gym if she stayed around this guy for too long. She’d be one big ball of muscle. Who knew that there were so many in a girl’s legs? Hell, she hadn’t even known they were there until they started straining in protest.
Not that she was complaining, of course. On the contrary; it was like a ball of tension had been lifted from her stomach and she felt more relaxed than she had in weeks. Ah, just leave it to a guy named Mr. Sin and the Orgasm of Utter Hoowah.
“You mean bean some moron for being naturally stupid, babble like an idiot and then get scared out of my panties as I get dragged to an unknown room, only to find out I’m having wild monkey sex instead of getting Van Dam’ed to death?” With a laugh, she propped her chin up on her hands and looked down at him with a brow raised. “You’re funny man, Mr. DeVoux. But hell, for you, I’ll go on Moron Patrol.”
Rubbing the side of her nose on the side of her hand, she couldn’t help the little snort of amusement. “Why, you want me to look disappointed? I guess I could do that, if you really want me to. But let’s face it, Mr. Hot Pants, you howled so loud, I bet they all know.”
This definitely wasn’t what she’d had in mind when she’d come into the Den looking for him- though, it had always been in the back of her mind, if she were truthful. She’d come in, thinking that she could set up some time with Sin to get some free lessons, maybe goad him into a drink or two down at the Pit… Well, and then hot, sweaty sex. But still, she was planning for a whole lot more before this.
Hell, when was the last time she’d actually gotten down and dirty with a guy who she’d just met? It happened a bit more than her pride would admit when she was young and stupid back home, but ever since she’d gotten it into her head to leave the east coast and get her butt over to brighter pastures, life had definitely taken a different turn.
She’d always been big on the taunting, flirting and teasing…but, though she’d never admit it without some form of torture, she’d never actually acted on what she said.
Hooboy, talk about a day of firsts. Maybe it’d also be the day she won the lottery and stopped seeing dead people.
“Hey, Ilani, where’d you go? I see your vapor trail, so no hiding! You know better than that. C’mon, there’s this poltergeist out on the docks that—AIIEEEEEE! I’M BLIND, I’M BLIND!”
And speaking of dead people.
Letting her forehead clunk down onto his chest, she bit back a sigh. For as long as she could remember, a certain ‘Cash’ character had been following her around, trying to annoy her into helping the dearly departed. Eternally stuck in the form of a Victorian courtier, he was prone to following her around like an invisible puppy and spouting lyrical poetry while trying to look up random women’s skirts. And, of course, he’d chosen that moment to walk through the door. There was just no such thing as privacy anymore.
Thank God Cash was so worked up that he ran right out of the room again. Damn, talk about killing all that post-sex bliss.
Using his very nice chest as a substitute for a wall, she smacked her forehead gently against it with a muttered ‘gah.’ Well, hopefully Cash would be too traumatized- or distracted by the girls outside- to come popping his head back in…at least for a little while.
Raising her head, she offered a wry smile down at him before placing a kiss on his chin. “Hehe…sorry about that. Er..had a random thought.”
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Oct 8, 2009 18:00:26 GMT -5
“You mean bean some moron for being naturally stupid, babble like an idiot and then get scared out of my panties as I get dragged to an unknown room, only to find out I’m having wild monkey sex instead of getting Van Dam’ed to death?” With a laugh, she propped her chin up on her hands and looked down at him with a brow raised. “You’re funny man, Mr. DeVoux. But hell, for you, I’ll go on Moron Patrol.”
Laying flat on his back in the middle of his office, Derek could only shake his head in amusement. It had been so long since anyone had suprised the hell out of him that he was completely enjoying this crazy little woman.
Rubbing the side of her nose on the side of her hand, she couldn’t help the little snort of amusement. “Why, you want me to look disappointed? I guess I could do that, if you really want me to. But let’s face it, Mr. Hot Pants, you howled so loud, I bet they all know.”
"Hmm... Let me think a moment about that one...I've got a sexy little woman.. an empty office.... and all the time in the world to make her scream so many times that her voice goes a little hoarse.... Nope, I don't particularly care what they think they know...."
There was something just so damned refreshing about her that he couldn't help the full belly laugh that escaped him. He had a feeling she would never leave him questioning her thoughts or feelings and that was all to the good in his book. He also knew if any of his workers heard him laughing they would be wondering just what it was that had him so entranced. Just the thought of another man eying her like that made him want to growl all over again.
Just then, she seemed to get a funny look on her face and looked beyond him. Frowning, Derek glanced over at the door thinking one of his employees' had dared to look in but saw nothing. When she suddenly started banging her head on his chest, he got the feeling he'd missed something.
"Something wrong, baby?"he asked in a puzzled fashion.
“Hehe…sorry about that. Er..had a random thought.”
Arching a brow, the good looking shifter obviously didn't buy that but decided to let it go. Pushing to his feet, he pulled on his pants and buttoned them up after helping her to her own feet. Finding their disgarded clothing turned out a bit harder than it should have been because Derek kept getting distracted every time she bent over with that cute little rear end of hers.
Once they had managed to obtain some semblance of property, he wrapped his arm about her and pulled her so that her back meet his hard front. Nibbling at her neck, he sighed before pulling back to turn her to face him.
"This isn't the way I normally go about things but would you like to have dinner with me tomarrow night? I can take the night off and we can take the chance and get to know each other if you like."
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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 Oct 8, 2009 18:53:44 GMT -5
Ooh, if that laugh of his didn’t make a shiver crawl up her spine. There just wasn’t anything like hearing a big, strong guy let go and have a good time. It was better than chocolate, better than rock music, finding a good book in the store, sex…
Okay, maybe not that last one. Especially when it was sex with this guy, but it was definitely up in her Top Five Me Likee list.
Cash was still howling about his being blind from outside the door, and with an ease that truly surprised her, Ilani ignored the annoying bugger before Derek started thinking she was a spaz. With a grumble of unhappiness when he moved, she reluctantly went about the task of picking up her clothes.
While snickering. Sheeze, was that her underwear on the doorknob? She had to make sure she found everything, or whatever housekeeper DeVoux might have would be getting one hell of a surprise later on. Managing to dress without making anymore ‘don’t you wanna just forget the real world and do the hot monkey sex thing again?’ noises, she zipped up her boots and glanced around the room.
Damn, this place was really nice. The closest thing she had to an ‘office’ back at The Pit was the disheveled mess of her kitchen table. Poor thing had seen more cigarette butts and unhappy poltergeists than a Constantine wanna-be.
Leaning back against him with a grin, she couldn’t help but wiggle her backside against him. While half her brain was hoping that Cash didn’t wander back in and start ‘haunting’ the place, the other half was hoping that they could really give the staff something to talk about.
She never got to try that chocolate idea, after all. Hmm…maybe she should substitute whipped cream instead…
Sliding her arms around his neck when she was turned, Ilani looked up at him with a mock surprised expression on her face. “You mean, talk? As in, form words and put them into sentences? Without the crazy sex and mind blowing orgasms? I don’t know, Mr. Sin. I might not be able to handle that.”
Yeah, if there was one thing that Derek would never have to worry about, it was wondering what the crazy psychic was thinking.
With a little cough as she realized the statement might seem a bit too sarcastic, she hurried on. “That is, I’d love to go to dinner, Derek. As long as you promise not to scare the daylights out of me, I think I can clear my schedule.”
Man, was she tempted just to pull his head down and kiss the daylights out of him. But the man had a life, she needed to gather her thoughts and the ghost outside posed a problem. Definitely time to retreat…for the moment.
Pulling back with a wink, she snapped her vampire fang scrungies on her wrists and opened his office door. “You can pick me up at The Pit around…eight? There’s a side-entrance near the alley with a picture of a rabid dog on it; that’d be the door to my apartment. Ring the bell, and I’m all yours.”
Hearing Cash babbling behind her, her smile grew a bit tight. But, after turning her full attention back to Scrum-Diddley-Umptious, she managed to tune the spirit out. “I’ll see myself out. Don’t want them to have too much to talk about. I’ll try to keep the smiling to a minimum…but no promises. See you tomorrow night, babe.”
With a small waggle of her fingers, she turned to leave.
((Blaah, sorry if this ends things quick. I figured that bringing Cash too into things would make everything way too wierd. XD If you want, we can just skip to the date and you can post anywhere. ^^ ))
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Oct 10, 2009 18:16:45 GMT -5
As she accepted his dinner invitation, Derek smiled and buttoned his shirt up half way but it did nothing to hide the hard plains of his upper chest. He was obviously a male comfortable in his body and believed in keeping himself fit.
Not bothering with his suit coat, he opened the door for Ilani and then followed her out of the office. Making no attempt to hide his rumpled appearance, he found his eyes glued to her cute little rear end as she turned and strolled in front of him and out into the main area of the club. He had to mentally wrestle with the beast that wanted to drag her back into his personal area and take her again with all the animal instinct in his soul. The way the wolf inside lifted its head and wanted to howl was disconcerting to say the least.
Stopping in the doorway that would allow her access to the rest of the place, he couldn't resist grabbing her around the waist and pulling her back for one last kiss. Threading his fingers in her dark hair, he pressed his lips hard to hers and then growled.
"Until tomorrow night, Ms. Moonblood."
Then, releasing her, he leaned on the wall and watched her walk away with a suprisingly possessive expression. As a club members eyes found her and watched her walk by, a fierce expression stole over his face and when the patron looked up to meet Dereks eye, his smile slid away to be replaced with a look of fear. Seeing that the man had taken the hint, the wolf turned and retreated back into his office.
(Derek out!)
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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 Oct 10, 2009 21:03:27 GMT -5
((Hehe, I'm gonna be a master of starting these things off. LOL Just a heads up: though the next one's starting in The Pit, ze wonderful adventure continues in the restaraunts portion of the threads! ))
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