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Post by ezio cortéz on Aug 24, 2011 19:56:54 GMT -5
---AFTER the long conversation with Vivenne via msn had come to a close, his hands slowly slide over the top of his laptop until it clicked shut. And once the quietness ensued, Ezio ruffled his already messy hair and glanced over at his nightstand clock. The red letters signaled it was only 12:30 am, early for a twenty-one year old male night goer, but nonetheless the perfect time to get to exploring this undefined relationship that his heart had no doubt been aching to establish in the past month. He wasn’t quite sure when he had started to feel this way but it was something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Viv was so very different from all the other girls he had ever had the chance to become close with. He first came to her as a comedic yet arrogant boy fresh from traveling all across Europe. Ezio was an independent soul who strove for nothing more than to live out life as he pleased and if he could, to also forget all about the hardships of his family life and childhood. He was also a smart boy though with a genuine wish to help those in need. And with his strong suits being in mathematics and the sciences, he became keen to become a Neurologist. After being accepted to Medical School early, Ezio quickly had to learn how to balance his academic and social lives. He was both lazy and hard working, contradictory traits but nonetheless true of his personality, and one or the other often showed more strongly depending on his mood. Lately he had been hard working in another area though, and that was with his determination to figure out his female roommate who often eluded him. He didn’t think she realized that even if she was being harsh with him, her closeness would drive his hormones insane. She was beautiful, no.. gorgeous, and all his friends would readily agree. But if he was ever asked to describe her in one word, it was there that Ezio struggled.
---VIVENNE Dávila was, well, he wasn’t quite sure he had the right word for her yet.
---ALL he knew currently though was that Viv made him terribly nervous. He normally had such game with women where his cockiness drowned any possible nerves that wanted to arise. All his life he had hardly struggled with getting women in bed, and with his best friend Ash by his side, the two would normally wreak sexual havoc wherever they went. They were stereotypical bloodhound men in that aspect, drawn to sniffing out any woman that would drop her skirt for them. But it wasn’t that Ezio wished to be seen as a pig, even a charming one at that, but it was subsequently born from his many failed serious relationships in the past. He was a sensitive boy at heart, and even though he’d quickly puff out his chest and tell you otherwise if you came to notice it, he knew deep down it was true. As a child he’d sit and cry in bed after being beaten by his mannishly powerful adoptive mother, and then shy away from career day at school, whenever they asked the students to bring in their parents. Ezio had never met his father, though he realized later on he became some sort of Brazilian smuggler of drugs and weapons into the United States and was therefore on the military’s hot list. His mother had been a heroin addict even before Ezio was born, and he was surprised his brain wasn’t even damaged from all of it while he was in the womb. She left Ezio to her best friend when he was two years of age, and spent most of her life in and out of prison. Living in the lower parts of Brooklyn, New York, Ezio grew to have a tougher skin on the outside in order to survive. Though a complete geek at heart with a childish love for comedy, on the streets he was as tough as any other guy from his neighborhood. But when it came to love, real love, he was as sweet as a man could be. Whenever that chance arose, he’d turn off his desire to screw around and simply focus on the girl of his affection. But his past three serious relationships all ended badly at the hands of the woman, who in a way outsmarted him. Though people told him he merely fell for the wrong type of woman, Ezio couldn’t help but feel like he was just not born to be happy in love. In his own words, Baby Jesus granted him the brain, charms and looks, but still made him blind to figuring out how to have true love work.
---ROLLING off his bed and kicking off his socks to the floor, Ezio looked at himself in the mirror that was nailed to the back of his closet door. He flexed, made a few silly and charming faces, but after a few moments he became overrun with nerves once again as he started to look over his bare chest and tugged at his jeans. Should he sag his pants and loosen his belt? Or perhaps wear no pants at all and stroll into her room with only his plaid boxers on? He quietly began to curse as he rummaged through his closet for new ideas, before finally deciding to leave his pants on. He then quickly left his room and made his way to his bathroom, and decided that he had too much scruff on his neck. Wanting to clean it up just a tad, he hurriedly got out his supplies and razor. But in his hurry he ended up nicking himself. “Fuck,
[/i]” he uttered as he noticed the small spurts of blood to begin to trickle down the side of his neck. Now was definitely not the time for him to have some stupid adolescent shaving screw up. He wanted to look his best, well, however best one could look with barely any clothing on that was. He just didn’t want to screw this up and make things ever the more awkward after. ---IT truly surprised him when she began to flirt with him again, especially after just mentioning she was going away with her boyfriend. He became somewhat confused by her responses and struggled to get over the annoyance and jealousy that ran through him when she did go on and on about this boyfriend of hers. It was after, when she said they had broken up that most men would eagerly take to this as a sign of opportunity, but Ezio was a little skeptical. Did she really want him or was this just going to be a quick fuck? In his heart he really didn’t want to treat Viv as he did with the other girls he picked up, as he found her so much more deserving that that. But as he tenderly attempted to fix his bleeding neck with some crumbled up toilet paper, Ezio knew that whatever this really was, she was too enticing to turn down. After putting a small bandage on his cut and spraying some cologne on himself, he exited the bathroom and made his way down the narrow hallway to where her room was. He stopped in front of her door and took a deep breath, noticing the light underneath before knocking on the wood. When the door finally opened, he paused, unable to find words as his eyes washed over her gorgeous frame. But it was her eyes that had him particularly drawn, and his neck and cheeks reddened as he found himself staring. Once he entered, he could feel the slight awkwardness in the air and wanting to make it disappear, he cleared his throat and finally allowed his feelings to overtake him. “ Yea, don’t think we’ll be needing that on,[/font][/i]” he murmured, and with a small smirk he flicked off the light switch, immediately engulfing them in what soon felt like a perpetual darkness. The only light that remained was the illuminating light of the moon coming in from the slightly opened blinds. ---HE quietly followed her as she glided around the dimly lit room, he watching her silhouette as she backed and turned in and out of the darkness. It was only a moment later that he had her trapped against a wall, himself towering over her curvy frame, with a large arm placed against the wall to the right of her head. He leaned casually to the side before reaching his other hand out and gently ran his fingers along her shoulder blade, and then down her soft slender arm, before moving it back upwards and resting his rough hand against her cheek. He thumbed her cheek gently before leaning close to her face and then moving his lips near her ear. “ Still think I’m some Hufflepuff, Wendy…?[/i][/font]” he breathed huskily, his lips barely touching her earlobe. A grin slide across his lips and he closed his eyes for a moment as he found her heavy breathing to simply heighten his excitement. His heart was racing, his blood boiling, his muscular arms tingling, all from the immediate contact of their skin. When she moved slightly, his face got lost in her luscious brown locks, her shampoo scent nearly driving him over the edge already. Of all the woman he had been with, it took but a woman he had only known a few months, just one woman, the one before him, to twist his stomach in such a knot that he pressed his lips tightly together as if attempting to hold back a tumultuous stomach ache that had plagued him. She was starting to become his weakness it seemed, but Ezio was still unsure what Viv wanted from him and what he had been feeling in the past month or so was completely real or something fleeting. Whatever it was he was positive that tonight he’d get answers one way or the other.
FOR vivenne.
OUTFIT hot.
MUSIC lil wayne - how to love.
NOTES long as fuck, omg. sorry. you see what they do to me?! but i wasn't positive where to start, but lol. hopefully this is okay. c; <33
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Post by vivenne dávila on Aug 26, 2011 13:19:49 GMT -5
- - - The moments between uttering - or typing - the words and actually confronting the boy seemed endless. vivenne had said something nearly completely out of character in a moment of desperation to feel some sort of closeness with someone - something that only seemed to be able to be accomplished in this way. at the back of her mind she knew there was something more to it, but she squashed that theory like a particularly nasty fly in her mind. shutting the laptop with a bit more force than necessary, the girl instantly had begun to fret over the little details. what the fuck have i gotten myself into?" it was an outward complaint on a subject that, up until now, had always been something she'd shied away from. the girl was not loose, she was not one to put herself out there for boys to sleep with just in the spur of the moment because there was nothing better to do, but someone she had instigated the pursuit of some sort of fling (as in vivenne's mind there was blatantly nothing more involved) with the boy in the room next door. her stomach had begun to bubble with nerves and she could have sworn that even her neighbors could hear her heart beat. there was a part of her that was desperately looking forward to ezio walking through her bedroom door, but there was something that deeply bothered her when she contemplated it as the moments passed. vivenne was a big girl and it wasn't as if she had never had a one night stand with a boy. yet there was still some form of nerves mingled with guilt as she sat on her bedspread, unable to move, not quite sure what she was supposed to do to "prepare" for him to walk in.
- - - Something about the sound of running water seemed to snap vivenne back to her senses and made her realize that she couldn't just be sitting on her bed looking like a fool when he walked in. ezio was clearly in his room getting himself ready in some way, while vivenne continued to sit in her frumpy nightgown on an unmade bed with various soda cans, a bottle of white rum, and a few articles of clothing tossed about her bedroom. attempting to tidy the place up a bit, vivenne allowed herself a few moments to contemplate whether this was the right thing to do. she had only very shortly beforehand told her then boyfriend they needed some sort of hiatus, just to jump into bed with a boy she felt like she barely knew. a boy that had had sex with both of her sisters at that. it was a sore subject for vivenne to even contemplate feeling like second best to felice or persephone - especially with felice's new found career choice. yet, no matter how much confidence and bravado she threw in everyones faces, vivenne could not shake the feeling from her mind. perhaps that was the reason for her actions? simply to prove that she could have him while they sat around jumping from boy to boy. yes, that was it and nothing more. vivenne was no whore, her actions held a purpose and a perfectly sound excuse as to why she was going to go through with this. but did that not make her worse? trying to prove a point by spreading her legs? of course not, for vivenne clearly did not think logically when she was attempting to beat around a thorny bush that she desperately wanted to avoid.
- - - Regardless of the momentary excuse (the rather feeble and illogical excuse) that vivenne had managed to form in her mind, she couldn't help tugging at her bedspread to make sure it was just right, and attempting to make herself look at least someone decent. running a brush through her long tresses, vivenne allowed herself to stare at herself for a few moments in the mirror - mostly contemplating exactly how this would occur. would ezio come sweeping into the room and be the forward man and initiate contact? or would he come in as his typical, silly self, and vivenne would end up initiating any form of physical contact? shaking the thoughts from her mind as she heard the door to his room click shut, she could feel her heart begin to throb in her chest. attempting to make sure she looked alright, the fact that she was still in a simply plain, gray, nightgown had suddenly hit her. without enough time to change into something a bit "sexier," she simply submitted to the fact that the first time - the only time, dammit - that he would see her in any potentially sexual circumstance would be completely un-sexy. the concept of attraction had always weighed heavy in vivenne's mind, regardless of what she told or portrayed to anyone around her. she was foreign to any form of seduction and had typically become used to not having to dress herself up like a "harlot" to get a boy in bed since she had always tended to acquire boyfriends that didn't need such things. however, she had no idea what ezio's particular tastes were for her to be able to know how he would feel looking at her. quickly deciding to strip the bra off her shoulders beneath her clothes and change into a pair of lace panties, vivenne had barely enough time to shove the discarded clothes into the laundry basket before he had entered the room.
- - - Watching him enter the room, vivenne's mind had somehow managed to draw a complete blank on what to say. for a girl that tended to have an opinion about everything, vivenne currently had no words to describe the situation at hand. standing in a moment of silence, she was grateful when he decided to speak first. pressing her lips together momentarily, vivenne ran her tongue between them. "yea, don’t think we’ll be needing that on." the final break in silence seemed to instantly ease a lot of the tension that she had built up of the short course of him being in her room. the second the lights were off, vivenne felt more comfortable. only being able to see the faint outlines of one another was somehow comforting. it felt like seconds before she had gone from standing awkwardly in the middle of her room to suddenly feeling the weight of his body pining her between the wall and himself. getting lost in the moment, vivenne forgot all sense and simply allowed her hands to maneuver themselves around his already bare torso. her lips managed to find their way to his neck like a magnet, while her hands attempted to fumble with the buttons on his jeans. although there was no way for much time to have passed, vivenne could feel every deliberate movement in every moment that passed. his words finally cut through the heavy air as vivenne had finally managed to undo his fly. "you might be neville. maybe..." the combination of his breath and lips sent a chill down her spine; every movement seemed to increase her heart rate as her face flushed. in a swift movement, she had untangled herself from the position against the wall, and tugged him toward the bed. however awkward the girl may have been in the bedroom department, she wasn't one to not express what she wanted in one way or another. much like every other aspect of her life. that is, unless it put her feelings at risk of vivenne losing control.
- - - As quickly as her lust had come, she instantly swallowed her emotions and turned to face him before either of them could move closer to the bed. the desire to continue was overwhelming, but there was the obnoxious voice that made her hesitate. the same voice that seemed to keep her at bay when it came to most circumstances that may lead toward sex. "actually, um, lets just slow down for a quick second. the tone of her voice made it evident that she blatantly did not want to slow down, but she couldn't handle the pressure of simply letting loose. leaning forward, vivenne rest both hands on his cheeks and kissed him. lips lingering for only a moment before their bodies were once more pressed against one another. "this is just... it's moving too fast. we need to stop for a minute." she desperately needed to feel in control. it was, perhaps, one of her more flawed traits, but it was that desire mingling with a bit of fear that made her stop things in their tracks. the wealth of emotions flooding her - lust, guilt, happiness, frustration, confusion - from various directions seemed to only drag the moment into an awkward silence. "fuck." tugging her nightgown up and over her head, her self-confidence seemed to waiver. normally a confident girl, vivenne was struck in an awkward rut when confronted with such a circumstance. "on second thought, i don't think i can call you neville anymore. it makes me feel like the big bad slytherin trying to compromise your innocence. oh woe is my life, how ever will i resist you? " collapsing into the bed, a hand to her head in a feign attempt at swooning. the dramatic attempt at jest gave her relief some of the pressure she was feeling. even if the boy before her was something of a mind-fuck.
notes - - finito , i legit suck. </3
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Post by ezio cortéz on Aug 31, 2011 2:34:50 GMT -5
---HE could feel heat rise up his neck and color his cheeks as he continued to keep her locked in, unwilling to let her leave just yet. He stroked her shoulder more with his free hand before closing his eyes when her lips attacked his neck. He struggled to keep from groaning, while all the while letting his hand get tangled in her long hair. He could feel her hands move quickly with the buckle and zipper on his pants, and he almost wanted to pull them down himself and take her now, pinned against her very own bedroom wall, but he refrained. He didn’t want to seem too aggressive, or would she consider him not taking that chance as passive? The small debate didn’t last long as he ended up leaving his pants on. And in replace of his past desire, he hungrily felt about her body, under and on top of her nightgown as he wished to feel every inch of her soft skin before the night ended. “Neville, really? Nahh call me Dean..
[/i]” he uttered between short breaths as her hand continued to fiddle with his pants. His wish to be close to her soon became a need, as just hearing her harsh breathing and feeling her hands rise and fall against his body once again was enough to trigger his inner animal. When she had finally managed to untangle herself from him, his eyes narrowed as he followed her shadowy figure toward her bed. The way she was acting, quick and to the point, it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up in excitement. They were running on pure lust, or that was what Ezio had concluded once she had tried to seduce him to her bedroom a few minutes earlier. Though clearly sexy and provocative, a woman who also seemed set on what she wanted at the moment, he wondered silently of what Viv actually thought of him, for real. Did she consider him some big goof and out of seeking solace after her sudden breakup, she turned to her easiest target for a brief pleasurable encounter? Though he told himself before he entered that he would take what he could get with her and not mind if this ended up casual, his heart would not let him fully accept the idea that Vivenne was going to be just another noch on his belt. And as he got closer to her bed and he could pull her against him once again, their hands intertwined for a moment and the fit perfect, he continued to internally struggle with his wants and desires amidst the darkness. ---THE moment she pressed her lips to his, his hands automatically slide down her sides before resting firmly on her hips where he gently tugged her closer to him, smirking into the kiss as he deepened it. The kiss, though brief, was something he had wanted since he first met Viv. Though he was sure she struggled to believe he wanted her more than Felice, or even Persephone, Ezio was determined to make her see differently. Ironically, only months ago he only wanted her because of her attractiveness, but now, as he ran a hand slowly over her rear and hugged her closer, their bodies barely being able to breathe with such closeness, he realized he felt something that wasn’t superficial anymore. When she pulled away he frowned a little, as he felt it was too soon and he struggled to not show he was clearly hungry for more. His emotions were going haywire, and he wasn’t thinking when he tugged her closer again even after she had voiced her resistance. It took him a moment to refocus, as the spell she had cast on him was leaving him dizzy with the need to touch and hold her close. He cocked his head to one side before calmly dropping his arm and releasing his grip on her arm. He raised an eyebrow before smiling slightly, realizing that though her breathless words were saying one thing, he saw the desire in her eyes as well as her body language that showed she wanted quite the opposite. But as a gentleman, he restrained himself from showing any type of disappointment from her sudden actions and merely took her hand in his and raised it to his lips, giving it a soft kiss. “ Slow down, stop for a minute… whatever you want babe. I mean, if you don’t want to go through with it, I won't force you or whatever,[/font][/i]” But right as his words left his mouth, she had slide her nightgown over her head and as if in slow motion, he watched it hit and crumble to the floor. This jump startled him, and he felt a lump grow in his throat as he finally looked back at her, overtaken by her exquisite frame. “ Holy Merlin… you’re gorgeous,[/font][/i]” he mumbled, getting lost in the buttery smoothness of her skin, her perfect tan, eyes, nose, hips, hands, lips… her everything. ---IT took but her next words to pull him from his trance, and before he knew it, she had collapsed back onto her bed in a dramatic fashion that left a fresh laugh to erupt from him as well as a smirk to play across his lips. As he attempted to slide out of the jeans she had previously unzipped, he tried to move too quickly which left his limbs tangled in the jean material and him practically tripping as he moved forward. He cursed a few times before kicking the jeans off finally to the floor, and then in typical Ezio fashion, he flexed his muscular arms a little and made a silly A-ok sign with his hands, a grin slipping across his lips. His nerves were getting the better of him after that small incident but whether she laughed or merely stared in confusion, he just wanted her to stay where she was and not kick him out. After regrouping, he slowly climbed on top of her, his hands on either side of her head.“ You corrupt me? No, no. I think it’s time for me to show you how us Gryffindor men are, lady Slytherin. Prepare to be stupified..[/font][/i]” he cheesily retorted, his lips immediately finding their way to her jawline where he began to kiss along softly. Soon he found himself trailing kisses down her neck, shoulder, back up and teasingly stopped near her breasts. When he placed his hand where her heart rested below, he could feel its fast beats, and it nearly drove shivers down his spine. His eyes locked on to hers and for a moment he got lost in them, just like he did every other time he looked at her long enough. Her beauty was readily making her too much for him to handle at this moment. The fact that she seemed to be in to him gave him the confidence boost he needed though, and within moments he scooped her light frame up with one large arm and grinned as their noses touched. “ You are too beautiful for words. You’ve always blown my mind, Viv[/font][/i]” he whispered, his cheeks reddening in the moonlight. Though he had wished to be a suave as he could tonight, he couldn’t help but geek out around her. Whether it was his cheesy lines or lopsided grin, he knew he was being anything but smooth. Determined to recapture his planned Bond like persona, after a pause he then leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, slowly elevating the intensity and hunger according to her response. He then climbed farther back onto the bed, pulling her along, while his hand which was holding her up, fiddled with the back snap on her bra.
FOR vivenne.
OUTFIT hot.
MUSIC lil wayne - how to love.
NOTES i suckkk more. i'm sorry! but my next one will be better, promise! and i also won't take so long. blargg.
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Post by vivenne dávila on Sept 2, 2011 22:14:39 GMT -5
- - - There was something ezio brought out in vivenne that she desperately tried to fight and reject at every given opportunity, but somehow it kept resurfacing. somewhere inside, she knew exactly what it was, but her mind refused to accept that there was any chance that there was anything but frustration for the boy. running a hand through his already fluffed up hair, a smirk crossed her lips for a moment. "your hair is much too nice to be dean. how about harry? or seamus? i can see you accidentally blowing things up in your spare time."
[/i][/color] for a moment, vivenne could feel herself relax against him, her hand absentmindedly playing with a section of his hair. there was a moment of closeness that brought a smile to her lips and made her heart pound against her chest for a reason seperate from the desire seeming to be taking over [her body. although it couldn't have been more than a few seconds, vivenne suddenly felt all the more uncomfortable and snatched her hand back from his hair. this was about sex, nothing more nothing less, yet there was a voice lingering at the back of her mind that tried to protest something more. her face flushed in embarrassment at her hesitation, but his wandering hands brought her back to the moment. all thoughts of the awkward potentially fledging feelings pushed from her mind, her hands began to wander his torso. Her breathing heavy and her mind conflicted, there were little moments which made her wonder whether this was just another one night stand or there was something more. or if she was just having the stereotypical girl reaction and making more out of a situation than there was. - - - Struggling to even keep eye contact, her eyes wandered everywhere but ezio's face. every breath was ragged as her chest heaved against his and her blood seemed to boil beneathe her skin, but they had gone from roommates and friends to ... what were they now? were they still friends? was this going to make his last days as her roommate awkward? would they be friends when he moved out? questions of the morning after seemed to flood her mind. their closeness only adding to her confusion as her hormones and emotions seemed to spin out of control. for someone that was used to being in control of everything in her life, it was hard to simply let go and not overthink the situation at hand. while he seemed to understand her need to slow for a moment, vivenne still felt guilty for stopping him. as he spoke, vivenne felt all the more guilty, yet somehow more confident. he wasn't just another boy that was going to play games, he wasn't here to pressure her into something that she didn't want to do. even if this was just a fling, there was some bit of assurance from his words. "as long as you don't intend on telling everyone about this, i don't want to back out now."[/color][/font] it wasn't that she was ashamed of her actions or who she was doing it with, but she certainly wasn't typically a sexual person and the idea of ezio sitting around discussing this night with any of his male friends was awkward enough to scare her. "i just needed to breathe for a second."[/color][/font] biting her lip, vivenne felt her cheeks turning red in the dark as he complimented her, finding herself at a loss for words. - - - Watching as he struggled to pull himself from his jeans, vivenne couldn't help but laugh. proping herself up on her elbows, she cocked her head to one side and watched as he strugglged to finally untangle himself. she took the opportunity to take in every angle of his body, admiring the way the faint moonlight fell on his torso. every minute that passed seemed to drag on forever, her heart seemed to pound in her ears. nerves were getting the better of her, no matter how hard she tried to act as calm and collected as possible. "you know... you're going to ruin harry potter for me. everytime i watch it i'm going to want to maul the closest person to me."[/color][/font] every word spoken deliberately between the occassional gasp for air. vivenne couldn't help her nerves and couldn't help the flow of garbage that seemed to come out of her mouth. "i never noticed how nice you smelled."[/color][/font] avoiding looking directly at the boy whose lips sent shivers down her spine like an electric volt with every brush against her skin. so much for being relaxed, so much for being in control. the second his next statement hit her ears her face turned an even deeper shade of red. "oh shut up..."[/color][/font] it was all she was able to mutter before their lips connected once more. making herself more comfortable against the pillows, arching her back slightly to allow him room to work at the snaps on her bra. "good luck trying to act professional at the hospital after this."[/color][/font] hearing nothing but the sound of one another breathing was simply adding to her nerves. gripping the bed spread in one hand while the other made it's way to the back of his head, nails scratching lightly as she spoke. - - - The concept of having to actually interact with ezio in a work environment almost made her laugh out loud. instead she simply smiled before firmly planting her lips against his. there was an odd sort of comfort in their warmth; although her mind seemed to wander and race in fifty different directions while her flesh seemed to burn everywhere he touched, vivenne felt more at ease with their tongues entwined. at least with her mouth occupied, she couldn't babble on about useless topics. she could only imagine that he was praying for her to shut up. the second he'd unsnapped her bra, she'd tugged it off over her shoulders and tossed it somewhere off the side of the bed into the darkness. "i'll be sorry when you move out, z."[/color][/font] part of her knew that her words were true, that she would miss his company and perhaps even regret the opportunity for more encounters such as this. yet part of her was slightly grateful that his moving out would alleviate some of the guilt of a fling so out of her character as well as the pressure of attempting to figure out where they stood with one another. there wouldn't have to be any awkward conversations or encounters in the hallway. she was consumed with the after, yet couldn't stop her hands from wandering and her teeth from nipping at his lip and the flesh of his neck. notes - - done , this sucked so bad, i couldn't even bring myself to re-read it. so sorry if it makes no sense! </3
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Post by ezio cortéz on Sept 5, 2011 20:28:26 GMT -5
---"SEAMUS, are you trying to say i'm... clumsy?!
[/i][/font] he teasingly voiced, his lips and teeth beginning to tease her earlobe as well as her neck, before hanging his head near her face, their noses barely touching as he grinned. It wasn’t long before his eyes shut as he felt her hands run through his hair, a comforting feeling whenever anyone did so. Ezio would be lying if he said he felt uncomfortable at this moment, as he truly was falling deeper and deeper into a comfort as their closeness increased. Their touching, their kisses, their small laughs and their little jokes, it all seemed... right. He wasn’t sure how to put it into more logical terms, but his heart was pleased, and at this moment he believed that was all that mattered. He wanted to stop over thinking things and just let what was to happen, happen. He was increasingly aware of the consequences on their current actions, but Ezio found he cared little. His desires were overwhelming, his heart pounding harder than ever before, and he just couldn’t think straight. He felt high, intoxicated by her scent and even the mixture of sweat and heavy breathing. What they were right now, undefined, he figured he would live with it for now, just as long as he could make this night for her one that would not be easily forgotten. When his hands reached for her cheeks, he could feel them burning, and he gently placed a kiss to one before whispering, “ And you said you didn’t blush. Little liar…”[/i] ---WHEN Ezio had first told Ash of Viv, Ash had teasingly told him he was in love with a woman who was clearly too complicated and therefore not worth the trouble. Ezio, too proud to admit to his friend that he had any sort of romantic feelings for his roommate, brushed off his words with a casual laugh and a sarcastic remark that he couldn’t stand the brunette. He spouted off words that remained contradictory to what he truly felt, and until this day, Ash had concluded that Ezio was far from in love with Vivenne Davila. It wasn’t that Ezio was embarrassed by what he felt, but he found Viv to be an individual who should be much more respected than just to be called a woman Ezio wanted to tap once and then leave. Not wanting to voice her as just another girl in his black book, he made up the story of him disliking her, a strong enough one that every friend he talked to never once asked him of her, allowing Ezio to relax and sort out his feelings on his own terms. So when she mentioned her concern that he not tell his friend of their sexual encounter, Ezio tried to look at this as her wish to not be exploited, instead of believing she was trying to push that she was ashamed of him. He forced a smile before nodding his head slowly at her words, trying hard to think positively. “ Yea, of course I won’t. It’ll just be between us…[/font][/i]” he murmured, before running a hand through her brown locks slowly. Once he was comfortably on top of her and his hands had unfastened her bra, he breathlessly watched as she pulled it off completely. He was finally seeing her in a different light, and the more skin he saw, the more it reminded him that there really was no turning back now. The lump in his throat would not subside until her next words made him chuckle. “ It’ll make your Harry Potter experience more intense and real, don’t fight it. I call it the Z effect. It happens often when I start using movie references, amongst other things…[/font][/i]” he breathed, a small smirk playing across his lips as he returned her kiss. ---IT wasn’t long before he realized their comfort level had risen, as the words that Vivenne spoke seemed to be somewhat out of character. Or perhaps it was merely not what Ezio was used to her saying, so when she mentioned how nice he smelled and teased him about their work environment, he took this as a good change in conversation, one that immediately boosted his confidence. He held her a little tighter to him, before releasing her and having her lay back against the soft bed and the various pillows, letting his hands wander across her chest, and his kisses to do the same on every inch of bare skin he could find. “ I’ll act professional as long as you do. But the moment we are alone, I don’t think I’ll be able to help myself from wanting to sneak a kiss to these perfectly soft pink lips of yours.[/font][/i]” He paused before slowly sliding his hand down to her hips, and tugging her panties right off. “ You’ve got me hooked babe,[/i][/font]” he whispered, almost hoping this little revelation was inaudible, out of fear he revealed too much. Once they were kissing again, their tongues intertwining, and he could feel her nails scratching against her bare skin, Ezio groaned slightly and began to tug some sheets free with his free hand. But before sliding out of his own boxers, he stopped the kiss and looked down at her, his breathing still ragged but his eyes showing curiosity. Was she saying she was really going to miss him when he left? Her words had caught him off guard a little, but determined to follow through with his original plan, he merely smirked and let his hands cup her face, his thumbs making circular motions on the apples of her cheeks. “ Yea? Well, I can’t say I’m completely surprised. I mean,[/font][/i]” he paused while sliding out of his boxers and kicking them off to the side, before in a comedic fashion, showcasing his body. “ I figured you were going to miss allllll of this,[/i][/font]” he teased, before relaxing a bit and looking down at her. “ I’ll still be around, a phone call away really. But, as long as i'm here now, I think this means I’ll just have to show you what you might be missing out on every now and then…[/i][/font]” and with another smirk, he brushed some stray strands of hair from her eyes then quickly pulled a sheet over them, engulfing them in a more enclosed mess of darkness. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---WITH the sun rising high into the sky and the yellow and orange hues slipping in through the open blinds, Ezio stirred as the heat of the early morning began to disturb his sleep. Eyes slowly opening, Ezio squinted at the blinding light in his face before turning his head in the opposite direction. Just as he was to pull his entire body over onto his right side as well, he felt a tug and realized there were arms wrapped loosely around his chest. He slowly reached a hand up and felt the slender arms with his fingertips, the touch insinuating a brief flashback to the previous nights love making. With lips pressed together in a firm line, Ezio gently grabbed and pulled the female’s wrist upward as he scooted out of the bed as carefully as possible in order to not stir the sleeping brunette. Once on his feet, he searched the floor for his boxers, having to lift other items to find them hidden underneath a random shirt. After slipping them on, he ruffled his hair with his hands and took another glance back at the female. As Vivenne turned over onto her side, Ezio felt himself watching her as she slept. He wasn’t doing so creepily, though the thought of him being caught staring and her giving some sarcastic response anyway, drove heat to rise in his neck and cheeks. It seemed a bit unreal to think that the two of them had actually slept together, as if it was almost impossible of the two to even desire each other in that way. In what way though, specifically, seemed to continuously elude the two. Ezio wasn’t one hundred percent sure if their night together was merely a fling, a need for consoling or possibly a chance at something more. All he knew was that him leaving would affect their relationship one way or the other. A part of him wished she would state she didn’t want him to move out, but he felt like he was imposing too much on her life anyway, as they not only lived together but also worked at the same hospital. In a way, he felt like she hadn’t given him more reasons to stay, and in a drastic attempt to possibly cure the awkwardness that he was sure would come about this morning, he figured moving away was the best solution. Ezio glanced down at the ground in thought, before a small smile crept across his lips at the memories they shared the previous night. Wishing to let her sleep though, he turned and quietly slipped out her bedroom door. ---IT The smell of freshly made breakfast lingered in the air of the kitchen and soon traveled to other parts of the apartment. Ezio, with flour on his chest and spilled batter on his cheek, was busily at the stove flipping pancakes into the air and catching them, while also watching the microwave as the bacon sizzled away. Though he wasn’t quite sure of her plans today, having completely blanked on her work schedule this morning, he figured regardless, a good breakfast could ease the news of him leaving and also any awkwardness that could come from it and anything else. Once he saw her stroll in, he cleared his throat and smiled shyly. “ Ah, the Slytherin princess has finally awoken,[/i][/font]” he teased, before sliding a large pancake onto a plate and he began to decorate it with the other ingredients he had spread out on the counter. “ I made breakfast, if you want some.[/font][/i]” He paused, glancing up at her and trying to casually read her face in order to tell how she was feeling, especially toward him. Not wanting to stare too long though, he fixed his eyes back onto his task at hand. “ There is uh, smiley pancakes with bacon lips and chocolate chip eyes. I’ve also got orange juice or apple juice, oh and toast… I forgot toast... well if you want that, I can make some too,[/font][/i]” he distractedly stated, wandering to the cabinets to pull out a few glasses and silverware. His nerves soon started to build as he pulled things out, and once he returned to the stove he cursed a little when he burned his finger. “ Fuckin shit,[/font][/i]” he loudly uttered, before wandering over to the sink and turning on the cold water. He looked up at Viv with a goofy grin before shaking his head slowly and looking down at his burned finger embarrassingly.
FOR vivenne.
OUTFIT hot.
MUSIC lil wayne - how to love.
NOTES lol. that is all. c;
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