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Post by MICAJAH WAKEFIELD on Apr 27, 2011 18:55:39 GMT -5
Cage heard her smooth voice and it felt intoxicating to listen to as he mixed her a drink, taking hers over to her and setting it on the table nearest her elbow and the arm of the couch. Cage pressed his hands into the arm of the couch and the back of it, effectively caging her in with his arms. He bent his head forward, a snarky grin on his face for a moment.
"Fix it then," he spoke, his words low and husky.
Their faces were close and Cage felt the overwhelming desire to kiss her senseless run through him, to taste her sweet, perfect Cupid's bow of a mouth and to touch her soft skin. He'd been this cose to her only once, and yet she was more intoxicating now. Forbidden fruit, it seemed, but he couldn't take it any longer. Cage impulsively reached to grasp the back of her neck with a strong, firm hand and he pulled her into a kiss, a tentative and gentle kiss, though it was full of the urgency that that kept so tethered within him. Urgency that wouldn't stay tethered for long.
Cage pulled back and looked down at her, gauging her reaction to the impromtu kiss with dark, narrowed eyes. Though by God, he wanted to kiss her again and again, tasting that sweet mouth over and over. She was intoxicating and he was past the point of caring.
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Post by ADRIENNE DE MARQUE on Apr 27, 2011 19:36:50 GMT -5
Adrienne smirked back at him as she was caged effectively between his strong arms and the couch. She locked eyes with him, lifting her hands up slightly and resting them on his shoulders. "Avec plaisir*." She purred in her native tongue, leaning up towards him slightly as he leaned in. Her hands slowly walked up towards his hair, only to not make it there when a hand grasped the back of her neck and pulled her against him.
His lips were suddenly pressed to hers and she moaned in surprise, her eyes going wide. Quite unsure of what to do, as none of her flirtations had ever advanced this far, and she had chosen a long time ago not to let people close. She simply pressed her mouth back to his until he pulled away, leaving her breathing slightly harder and her lips tingling.
She looked up at him, wide eyed and surprised, but a small smile was spread over her face. "Dieu..." She breathed softly before she sat up once more, leaning towards him and pressing her lips to his once more, mimicking his own from the moment before. Her lips stayed against his for a moment longer than before then she pulled back, simply looking up at him for a long moment.
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Post by MICAJAH WAKEFIELD on Apr 27, 2011 19:53:29 GMT -5
The feeling of Adri's soft lips against his drained Cage of all rational thought and he felt her lean up, kissing him again with those tempestuous and tempting rosy lips. Cage held her face gently and kissed her back, this time with a little more fervor before he went in for a deeper kiss, urging her mouth open gently so he could taste her. He kissed her passionately for a long moment and then down her throat and he stopped at her collarbone, breathing on the now damp skin with his panting breath, hot and heavy from the heated kisses.
"Sweet Jesus, Adrienne," Cage whispered, pulling back to look at her more surely. He surveyed her soft, feminine face for a moment and breathed out shakily, his dark eyes softer but more hooded than they had been moments before. Cage leaned back finally to stand and ran a hand through his hair, not trusting himself to sit down on that couch with her now. He knew what he wanted, and he knew how to seduce. But he didn't want to take anything of her that Adrienne didn't want to give. Boundaries. They were important.
"Sweet Jesus," he repeated again, walking over to take up his drink again and take a long drag of it, feeling the liquor burn his throat. "You're a whole mess of trouble aren't you, Miss de Marque?" Cage mused, but his tone was slightly softened and affectionate. They were truly in a mess themselves. But it didn't seem like going back was an option to be had now.
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Post by ADRIENNE DE MARQUE on Apr 27, 2011 21:58:59 GMT -5
Adrienne parted her lips at his urging, allowing him to kiss her deeper as she playfully ran her tongue along the curve of his bottom lip. His mouth left her own and she nearly mumbled in irritation until his kisses picked back up along the curve of her throat. She moaned heatedly, biting down on her bottom lip as he kissed down her throat at to her collar bone.
When he pulled away, she opened her eyes and gazed up at him. His words caused her to laugh softly, a bright smile coming over her face. Though she did not voice it, he was saying what she was thinking. She sat up a little more, watching him, almost expectantly. She waited to see if he would kiss her again, but he didn't. Instead he messed up his hair even more, and her fingers itched to fix it. But she didn't, and instead watched him turn and go towards where he had left his drink.
She turned to where he had put the one mixed up for her and took a sip, delighting in the familiar burn. She watched the drink in her glass for a moment, swirling it around before looking back up at him. "All day everyday," She replied with a smile. "It's kind of my thing." Her voice was teasing, and she took another sip of her drink. She took a moment to truly taste it. He wasn't kidding, he could make a killer drink.
She felt a smirk work it's way onto her face as she watched him. She then stood from her seat and moved towards him, making a come hither motion with one finger. "You have yet to let me fix your hair."
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Post by MICAJAH WAKEFIELD on Apr 27, 2011 22:09:19 GMT -5
Cage watched Adri slid off the couch and he set down his drink, her catlike moves unnerving him and not helping him keep his neighbor under control any better at all. Cage took the step or two over to her and then paused, just out of her arms reach as he appraised her for a moment.
"You know, what's the point in letting you fix it? I have a feeling you'll just mess it up again," he teased in a suggestive and low, crooning tone of voice. Cage slipped over to her, sliding his hands about her hips and pulling her against him in a firm, smooth gesture all at once. He savored in the feeling of her body close to his and he let one hand find purchase on her head, threading through her hair and burying his fingers into it, and then the other firmly holding her at the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. Cage breathed over her lips for a second before swooping in for a passionate kiss, more passionate and heated than the first they had shared.
He couldn't get enough of her. That was it. The feel of her sexy, soft hair in his grip at the back of her head, her hips pressing to his, her small body blanketed by his large frame. It was all overwhelming. Cage kissed her again and again, urging her arms up around his neck, damning the consequences. They didn't matter anymore anyways. If they ever did.
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Post by ADRIENNE DE MARQUE on Apr 27, 2011 23:24:46 GMT -5
"Because it will bother me if you don't let me." She replied playfully. However, all thought of fixing his hair was put aside as she was pulled to him by the swell of her hips. She meeped in surprise, finding her body pulled up tightly to his. On hand moved up to wrap through her hair while the other found residence on the small of her back and she was pulled even closer. His breath washed over her face for a moment and she closed her eyes, savoring the closeness as he reached down to claim her lips in another kiss.
She wrapped her her arms around his neck as he insisted she did, kissing him back heatedly. Her mouth pulled away from his after a moment, gazing up at him longingly. She wanted to ask what this made them...if it made them anything. But she didn't want to ruin the pure perfection of this moment, wrapped up in his arms and taking in the warmth of his body.
"Are you sharing this room with anyone?" She asked softly, biting down gently on the bow of her bottom lip. She didn't want to be here, wrapped in his arms, in a very compromising position, if there was a possibility of someone showing up. She knew that most of the chaperons were three sheets to the wind by this point, but people had a tendency to remember bits and pieces of things when they were intoxicated. She did not want to take the chance that they would remember this.
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Post by MICAJAH WAKEFIELD on Apr 30, 2011 13:06:49 GMT -5
Cage was going straight to hell.
A burning, blazing carriage of devil's activities was what he was driving there too, but right then, he couldn't find the need to care. Not at all. The feel of those soft and innocent, pliable lips under his made him shiver and want more from her, and for a moment, he allowed himself to forget the fact that he was macking on his student. God.
Her soft words made him smile slightly, and he wondered what was on her mind. Cage was in new, uncharted waters now, and he had very little experience with things like this. And for good reason. Shit like this happened. And....but Jesus. He just had to stop thinking so much about it.
"No. I'm in here by myself," Cage spoke to her quietly in a gravelly tone that had recited so much literature to his students. One of those students that he was now caressing. Fuck. "You can stay here if you think your roomates wouldn't notice." Cage gave her a measured look, wondering himself what this made them. He was a man, and first and foremost, he enjoyed the carnal pleasures of the feminine physique. However, he kept getting a terrible feeling that that would never be enough with this one. She made him feel young and alive and not so bitter and cynical. At least minimally less so.
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Post by ADRIENNE DE MARQUE on May 1, 2011 23:12:04 GMT -5
Adrienne could not help but smile, almost contentedly, when he pulled away. "I just wanted to make sure there wasn't the possibility of someone walking in on us. I have no desire in my soul to have to sit through the ''facts of life' speech with my father again. It was awkward enough the first go round." She teased.
"I don't think they'll notice. If they do, they will probably think I'm crashing in another room." If they even gave her a second thought. The girls she was rooming with hardly knew her anyway. They probably wouldn't even realize she was gone. She could probably be passed out drunk in an alley somewhere and they wouldn't give it a second thought. Sadly, that was seeming to work out in her favor.
But staying here meant they would probably be sharing a bed. She was not kicking him out of his and she knew sleeping on a couch would have her cringing in pain the next morning. They had just established that there was an attraction there. That did not mean she wanted him getting all touchy in the middle of the night, especially when she wasn't supposed to be there to begin with. That could cause a scene that not even a bad soap opera could capture.
"As long as we're of an agreement that nothing happens." She continued, her voice not hard but firm enough to make her point clear. She wasn't ready for that just yet. She didn't want to get emotionally attached in general, especially in a relationship that most likely would not work in the long run.
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Post by MICAJAH WAKEFIELD on May 7, 2011 9:27:03 GMT -5
Nothing? Not anything? Of course, Cage had sex on his mind as he held her close, hauled up against him and so innocently pressed to his hard, masculine body. But he hadn't really had an intention of acting on it, not really. He was beginning to discover that this one wasn't a thrill seeking teenager, in over her head from the beginning. She was still in over her head, but he felt that perhaps there was something a little more to the carnal attraction. He hated and loved that thought, knowing that nothing about the future would be easy with this one. HE didn't even want to think about it. The future...fuck it.
Cage's battling insides continued on as he affectionately rubbed her curves, pulling her close to him and heaving a sigh. "Nothing?" he teased boyishly, "Not even a little something?" Cage grinned and let her know he was teasing. For the most part. Those base, male instincts were buried but still oh so there. Now he had to be charming. Charming and soothing and...God. She was so young.
Cage leaned in to kiss her gently, but thoroughly, and he sighed against her lips, staying close after he finished the soft kiss. "Nothing will happen with us unless you want it to, okay?" he whispered. That was important for her to know. Cage was many base and immoral things, but he didn't not pressure women. Persuade, yes. Sedcue, maybe. But force was never a tool in his intimate arsenal.
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Post by ADRIENNE DE MARQUE on May 7, 2011 21:09:44 GMT -5
Adrienne laughed softly to his words, allowing him to affectionately touch the rises and falls of her body. "Well, maybe a little something." She purred in reply, leaning in to kiss his throat. The stubble on his skin scratched her lips slightly and she smirked, nipping softly on his skin.
God, she shouldn't be doing this. She should be back in her room, asleep, not tempting fate. He was her teacher for God's sake. Not a substitute teacher, her actual teacher that she would be dealing with for the rest of the year. If things didn't work out between them, she would be stuck under the scrutiny of his gaze for the rest of the semester. And if they were found out, her entire academic career would be in question.
But if things did work out, they could both be blissfully happy. She could finally trust someone, really let someone in. She only had a little under two years left, she could hold on for that long...she hoped. Being wrapped in his arms like this was amazing, and something that she wouldn't mind having as a permanent staple in her life.
She leaned up to kiss him back, enjoying the gentle but passionate caresses of his lips against her own. When he pulled back, she was breathless, looking up at him with hooded, lusty eyes. "Merci." She whispered softly, smiling slightly. "Do you have something I can wear to sleep in or should I go get something?"
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Post by MICAJAH WAKEFIELD on May 7, 2011 21:29:29 GMT -5
The softness of Adrienne was stupefying really. Cage felt her body curve to his and he couldn't help but lean down to kiss her again. He tasted her, then rubbed his lips gently across hers as he pulled back slightly, touching her face gently and holding her close. He wasn't sure what it was. Perhaps the youth of her, or the undying trust she seemed to have. IT was different and new and thrilling, despite the one way ticket to hell he was punching himself.
"I have a shirt or something you can borrow," he offered, whispering gruffly against her lips. Cage released her reluctantly and went to rummage through the drawer where he'd unpacked his things, finding a soft, heather blue tshirt, one that was fitted on him but would drape over Adrienne loosely. He handed it to her and gave her a crooked smile. I still have to shower, and I smell like a booze barrell and ashtray."[/b] He smirked and grasped a tshirt and boxers of his own to change into after a shower, looking back over his shoulder for a moment. "You know, if you need a shower too....the more the merrier." And wiht that he sauntered in and turned on the water.
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Post by ADRIENNE DE MARQUE on May 7, 2011 21:46:10 GMT -5
The little French girl moaned as he kissed her again, arms wrapped around him until he pulled back. She smiled against his lips, her eyes still closed and simply enjoying the closeness. When he mentioned his skirt, her eyes opened once more and she nodded, allowing him to step away.
She took the shirt from him, smiling slightly to his words. "Oh no no no. I think seeing you in all your glory would be my absolutely undoing." She teased. smirking slightly. She watched him walk away and into the bathroom before she changed as well. She slipped out of her own clothing, folding each piece neatly and putting it on the arm of the couch. She then pulled on his shirt, pulling at it until it fit her semi appropriately.
Even after all of her pulling and tugging, it still only fell halfway down her thighs. She unbuttoned the top buttons so it fell open to reveal the soft ridge of her collar bone and the creamy skin of her decolletage, She moved over to the bed and turned the covers down but did not climb beneath them, simply sitting on the sheets and grasping his book off the bedside table, beginning to read.
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Post by MICAJAH WAKEFIELD on May 7, 2011 21:54:31 GMT -5
Cage agreed with her, in afterthought. A shower with her would have destroyed him, seeing her soft pliant body under the hot water. He wasn't sure even a cold shower would have cooled him down in time. Cage took a longer shower than usual, and he opted out of his shave that night, looking scruffy still. He dried off and dragged on his boxers, pulling on the shirt as he exited the bathroom, sauntering towards the bed. The material clung to his warm, still semi damp body, and his hair was sticking up all over the place. He almost hoped it would incite her 'fixing' it again.
Cage looked at her, perched on the covers and reading his book, his recent foray into The Importance of Being Earnest. Cage noticed the revealed collarbones of Adrienne, and he sighed contentedly as he leaned back on to the pillows. "Already taking my things. I'll be upset if you take it. I have notes in the margins," he teased slightly. Cage reached across her for the other book he had there, Dan Brown's Da Vinci Code, and he grasped his glasses as well, tugging them onto his handsome face.
He dawdled over her, the closeness intoxicating and the heat of her intense. He wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and both make love to her and fuck her brains out until morning came, but he couldn't do that. Not yet.
Cage instead settled against his pillows again, opening his book in a very domestic, almost humorous manner. The pair of them, sitting in bed, reading. It was almost adorable.
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Post by ADRIENNE DE MARQUE on May 7, 2011 22:17:52 GMT -5
Adrienne only looked up when she heard him come out of the bathroom. God he looked fantastic, even in his state of undress. His hair was ruffled still, his glasses perched on his nose and wearing a tight t-shirt. Lord have mercy on a poor French girl...
He came to sit beside her on the bed and her eyes immediately went to his hair, observing it for a long moment as she fought the desire to fix it. Her hands literally twitched for a moment around the book, watching him lean closer and then across her to his other book. "I wouldn't dream of taking it. i have a copy." She teased, stiffening a little more as his messy tresses were placed right before her eyes and he did not move for a long moment.
When he did however, pull away, she found herself unable to avoid the temptation any longer. She put the book in her hands aside and slid closer to him before straddling his lap and holding his face in her hands to look down at him. "Your hair is going to be the death of me." She purred teasingly before her hands left his face and ran through his hair. The wet strands bent and moved as she instructed with gentle hands, hardly resisting her touch.
It took her only moments to right it, but she did not move just yet. She instead stayed in his lap, looking down at him, her hands traveling slowly down the back of his head to the back of his neck and simply holding them there.
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Post by MICAJAH WAKEFIELD on May 7, 2011 22:40:09 GMT -5
Cage heard her words and smirked slightly, but then he felt her crawl into his lap. He looked up at her, chuckling and rolling his eyes. "I believe you use it for an excuse to do this all of the time." Cage reached and squeezed her thighs gently in punctuation to where she was, straddling his lap so heatedly. Cage closed his eyes as he felt her combing through his hair, her fingers nimbly combing through the damp tresses. He felt her hands settle and Cage removed his glasses, setting them on the bedside table as he slid his hands about her waist, looking up at her.
"Not that I object to this," he crooned out. Cage lay on the pillows and turned his face, kissing her wrist gently before kissing up her arm, tracing the kin gently. He savored in her, sighing against her soft skin with a tender smile.
"Tell me about you, Adri," Cage crooned out in his gravelly tone. "Tell me something I don't know." Cage leaned back onto the pillows and looked up at her, still tracing the soft skin of her arm up to the crease of her elbow. He couldn't help but want to touch her and protect her all at once. The little Frenchy was beautiful and inspired such things in him...well he couldnt really describe most of them.
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