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Post by ildottore on Dec 29, 2007 17:12:38 GMT -5
Dottore flared her wings before they vanished landing on the balcony of one of the many suites in the hotel. She sighed gently as her dark lines faded away in to her beautiful skin the tight black leather dress she wore that bore her breasts well fitted her with a sort of elegant grace while her hair that she'd cut short on her shoulders and curled bobbed lightly resting framing her face and on her shoulders. She sat back on the chair and looked behind her, someone was asleep in the room, someone with an evil presence. She rose an eyebrow and got up opening the sliding glass door before stepping in to the suit on to a black rug that stretched to a bed with black sheets and the body of a man, she grinned would this be another prey for her? Even resting she never stopped thinking of the kill.
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Post by havock on Dec 30, 2007 16:23:52 GMT -5
Havock was fast asleep on his bed, rumpling the black sheets that the maid used to grace the soft matress.His head laid upon a small pillow draped in black and gray stripes. He was hidden behind the black sheets, underneath completely naked, bearing his carefully toned skin and worked body. He was always one bound for freedom, he was one bound to be loosed, not very much desiring to hide what he deeps appropriate to be viewed.
He heard a slide of the glass door open. Such never happened in the darkness of night, for he kept it closed, unless he was sneaking out to dive into the pool that was directly below his suite. He was still in a dream, one that included him driving a stalactite into the soul of him, merely because he refused to answer the question. Luckily, the girl's footsteps on the ground made it known that the sliding of the glass door was not a part of the dream. He rolled over, looking up, grabbing hold of his sheets as he stared into a face of a woman.
He was usually the one sneaking into the suite of a woman, he was usually the one that would suddenly appear in the night at the glass of some random woman, he was usually the one that would follow some man that he deemed attractive, so seeing a woman coming to him was shocking. His voice was dark and sleepy, not holding much of the masculine tone that he normally possess, his voice slaved to his dreams,"Who are you?"[/color]
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Post by ildottore on Dec 30, 2007 17:20:04 GMT -5
"Just a pretty little girl who got lost on her way home." She scoffed with a small laugh at his question. She bent over him slightly and sniffed along his cheek, tortured, she liked the smell of a tortured man. She smoothed her hands over his on the sheet and grinned brushing fangs against his cheek. "Shaddai, Il Dottore Shaddai. The pleasures all mine." She said softly as she leaned back crossing her arms her hair falling over her shoulders lightly with the breeze blowing in from the open sliding glass door.
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Post by havock on Dec 31, 2007 9:39:50 GMT -5
He had to still be dreaming. This woman was over him and sniffing him as though she was an Inspector, and he was a crime scene. His eyes were still dazed, and he was somewhat still alseep as the girl continued her pursuit of disturbing his sleep. He rose a bit more, looking over at the clock that sat perfectly on his gray bureau. "Lady, its 3a.m." He stated nodding his head, allowing his hands to grip his waist as it covered his lower self. "How lost are you?" He questioned slightly annoyed by the girl's interruption, and the sudden wind that was blowing over the once warm furnace. He was tempted to shut it with a flick of his wrist, but he caught himself right in time, now fully awake and aware, this was not a dream.[/color]
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Post by ildottore on Dec 31, 2007 13:53:27 GMT -5
She sat on the side of his bed one leg crossed over the other and with a flick of her wrist the sliding glass door slid closed and the curtains became still again. She looked over her shoulder and a dark light passed behind her dim eyes "Wanna find out just how lost I am dear?" She stated smoothly with a smirk as she wiggled slightly getting snug against the bed giving him a perfect view of her amazing backside, she was beautiful and she made sure people knew it. "Rude not to give your own name back you know?" She said giving him the full force of her dazzling eyes now even if her body distracted him.
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Post by havock on Dec 31, 2007 14:01:58 GMT -5
Havock realized what was going on here, and he couldn't help but laugh as the girl placed herself on his bed, not many make it through the night when they come on his bed. He watched as the girl slammed the glass door shut, and he realized that she was not as innocent as she seemed. He raised an eyebrow, obviously stunned that this woman, this being, decided to come visit him tonight.
She dared to assert he was the rude one, and this forced a laugh, one that came directly from his stomach. "It's Havock, Havock Supercross." He said merely, playing along with the girl's little game. "Care to tell me why you're here?" He questioned.[/color]
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