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Post by samuele vitale. on Oct 10, 2010 23:49:37 GMT -8
 he didn't know what the fuck he was doing... it made no fucking sense. was he seriously going to try his hand at dating a girl? no. sam and dating just didn't go together. or at least, not since the last time he'd tried dating. the thought of it put a weird ache through his stomach that he pretended didn't exist. even as he felt the phantom finger tips running down his bare and water dropped chest, he shook his head, dispelling the illusion before he pulled a white shirt over his head. aris wasn't like her. this wasn't a date. and... well, this wasn't a solid like, discussed thing, or something right? they were joking about this.. or something. he sat at the computer for a few minutes after he'd told her he was going to shower and be over, going over the conversation trying to figure out what the fuck had possessed him. trying to pinpoint when his hostility had turned into agreeing to giving her a chance. what did that mean? was it dating or was it just making her his only bedfellow for awhile. was that what he wanted? or at least was that what he wanted from her? it was a lot of question swirling around in his head as he turned over the orange prescription bottle in his hands. he'd flirted with her a lot before he'd ever actually made any headway with her, she'd go off with another guy or he'd be distracted by another girl and then one night, they'd finally gotten each others undivided attention, and he had more then tolerated her conversation, he'd found himself enjoying it a little, but of course the alcohol he kept pumping her with took effect and she was less inclined to talk and more inclined to press her slender top heavy body to his and they couldn't get into the private car fast enough. an amused smile played over his face even now thinking about it. sure, he'd been pissed when he'd found out she'd lied to him, or rather, neglected to mention she was underage. he knew she wasn't twenty one, most of the girls he'd fucked or flirted with in the clubs hardly ever were, but she for damn sure looked above eighteen. coupling that with the frequency he'd seen her on his campus and never once when he'd gone to see delilah for some reason or another at the academy more then reassured him that she was above eighteen. no one he knew had classes with her, and neither did he but that really hadn't concerned him - it just happened that way sometimes. he'd since learned that her dad was a professor, one of his actually which had further spurned irritation in him, but he'd come around and they'd taken up texting. texting that pushed at his self-control, he wanted to fuck her again. she was amazing in bed and beautiful and blessedly silent unless it was to purr into his ear. however he couldn't get past the whole seventeen year old girl thing. he might have been blowing it out of proportion, he'd always had a tendency towards hyperbole, but they were understandable concerns...
after all the shit with juliet and getting aris' flirty text at the right moment, he'd easily given in to her. he'd shown up at her house and hardly let her open the door and say hello when he'd pulled her to him, mouth fully on hers and she already working on the buttons of his shirt. another smirk trailed his lips, he'd been using her to get his mind of the fuckery with juliet, and aris gladly let him. though for a split second he felt a moment of guilt, something that he hadn't really felt until she'd revealed that he'd kind of manhandled her yesterday. he knew he was being a little forceful with her at the time, he tiny whimpers every now and then that held a different pitch and the gasps that also had a different flavor was proof enough of that, but he hadn't thought things had been that bad. his head hadn't been in the right place then though, he was more focused on trying to replace his anger with complete pleasure so the only burn in him was of lust. and it had worked. after a couple rounds he'd let her fall asleep curled into his side, his head resting on her head of endless black waves and staying that way until the morning, getting up with her alarm for school and getting that pedobear feeling because he knew that at that very moment his sister was doing the very same thing, maybe she was extracting herself from jayden's naked embrace too. he ignored aris' advances that morning, kissing her forehead and then pulling himself from her bed, citing that he had class too reaching for the boxers that lay crumpled on the end of her bed laughing a little as she snatched them from under his fingers and pulled them under the covers with a coy "mine now". he'd allowed himself a chuckle as he pulled his jeans on and haphazardly buttoned his shirt and ducked out of her room.
despite whatever feelings of attachment that might have been breeding in him over the last couple of months, he wasn't trying to make this a on the regular thing, mostly because of her age and also because of his past. he wasn't a good person. that was pretty much an accepted fact. he knew he was a prick. fuck, he knew his little sister thought the same of him, still she tried to defend him, tried to champion remembering the good times from their childhood. still he knew he'd never deserve her defense, or the affection he'd get from a solid relationship. put whatever psychology you wanted on that and he'd shake his head at you, he already had counseling, he didn't need to hear it from anyone else. he tried to ignore his psychologist during his private weekly sessions anyways. shaking his head, he pulled the keys from his pocket and exited the dorm that he stayed in despite living less three miles from the sprawling university campus, it kept his strained relationship with his little sister in better order that he stayed away from her, another thing you could apply whatever psychology you wanted to and he'd just ignore. or punch you. whichever seemed more fruitful to him at the time. he wasted no time clearing the streets to her house, dusk fading around him and enveloping him in the darkness he liked, the darkness that signaled it was time to get ready for an evening of debauchery with his boys. pulling up in front of the home he ran a hand over his newly cropped black hair that was still slightly damp and he got out of his car, leaving the phone in the passenger seat as he shut the door, jogging up the walk to her house, hitting the doorbell, and leaning lazily against the wall as he heard the distinctive click of her heels against the hardwood behind the ornate door. the door swung open and he grinned at her, reaching for her waist and bringing them together in a much gentler kiss then he'd greeted with her the night before. don't you clean up well... he told her with a teasing smile and then brushing his lips over hers again.
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this post here is dedicated to arissana a.k.a sammy and it's complete. pretty much i've got about one-two-four-nine things to say to you. credits go to lizzie for being so fucking kick ass at everything! right now i'm rocking out to . oh, i can't forget to say; love love love. :) this is kind of awful, i'm sorry boo.
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Post by arissana shokri on Oct 11, 2010 14:15:26 GMT -8
 - - - - - aris sat there for a moment, eyes furrowed at the bright white chat window, before after another moment of confusion she shut the thin macbook. what just happened here? had she really just gotten by far one of the biggest man whores she'd met since her father had wrenched her from her comfortable life in chicago? no. this was.. not even real. aris drew gold tipped fingers through her hair, finally standing and starting to pace her room. no, this was just... a joke. they did that. even though he'd treated her like crap after they'd slept together the first time they'd formed an odd sort of friendship. they spent a lot of time texting, pushing the limits on their flirting in a way that totally amused her since he was adamant about not fucking her again until she'd hit her eighteenth birthday. which was probably the dumbest policy she'd ever had attached to casual sex, quite frankly she though his worries were dumb. as much as it should have stung her to admit it, she had no one here who cared about her enough to worry about their age difference, not that the four years that stood between them was that big of a deal. something that she maybe finally convinced him of considering he was coming over again tonight. then again, this just could have been there teasing relationship at play again, maybe he was simply indulging her, agreeing to give her a chance just to get her off his back. she had no doubts he was going to show up, sam was after all ruled by his hormones and even if they weren't being serious about giving dating ago he was still guaranteed a quick go around with her tonight. which despite his reservations about her age she knew he had to enjoy, it was why he'd come to her last night after the drama with juliet. a little more of her even smug that he'd come to her when he was upset versus just going out to the club with his normal crew. she'd seen him those nights, when something was bothering him, when he was more forceful with his flirting and heavy on the charm, she'd seen girls fall instantly for that wide charming smile completely oblivious to the way it didn't touch his eyes, the eyes that gave away more then he probably had realized.
like this morning... there was too much affection in his actions as he kissed her forehead and then again as he said goodbye. which she'd ignored because she knew there was no way they could actually have anything, it was not in his nature, nor was it really in hers. or at least, it wasn't anymore. she'd taken up a sluttier way of life since the relationship with a pretty steady boyfriend that aleks had ruined. she'd honestly been in love with thatcher, she knew now that he hadn't felt as strong an attachment to her but thanks to the lies aleks had told him prior to sleeping with him, maybe she would've done the same thing. it didn't take away the hurt of being betrayed by your best friend and your boyfriend all in one fell swoop so instead she'd built the walls up, stuck to casual no strings attached sex and setting out to make aleks miserable in return for the disloyalty. still that hadn't stopped feelings from forming in her towards a guy here or there that yearned for a little more then the nights she got with them. she hated that probably the biggest asshole she'd ever met was one of them. that was the trippy thing with sam though, she could watch him be a total jerk off one second and then less then a minute later seem like most chill person in the world. she didn't get the bipolarity in his personality, she'd even admitted it to him in their conversation just now, he was hard to keep up with. it was hard to imagine the guy who'd let her sleep in his arms all night and even hold her a little before she finally dragged her ass out of bed that morning was the same who'd called her a slut and made a slew of less then complimentary comments to her only a month or so ago. she hated when she finally had to pull herself from his arms, pouting a little as he'd shot her down for a little morning sex but felt a little better at the grin stealing his boxers had earned her. the same boxers that lay under her clothes from the night before and would serve as her new pajamas. her eyes fell on them as she pulled a new shirt over her head, a flowy white top one of her aunts had sent her, who like aris decided to shy away from the more traditional garb the women in their sprawling muslim family was stuck with but were still required to wear when they traveled out of the states to visit their family in syria and egypt.
even if this wasn't going any further then another night wasted in his arms, she still wanted it to seem nice. she cast a glance around her room that mostly held the discarded tops she'd decided she didn't like in the past few minutes trying to look a little nicer for him, she hurriedly pushed them into her closet and shut the door, running another hand through her dark curls, the tinkling of her many bracelets barely filtering over the music coming from her stereo. he'd been to her house once, and that had specifically been to fuck her, it was really obvious by the way he had just gotten to it, the front door barely closed behind them before he'd gotten her shirt off of her and his fingers had moved towards the zipper of the tattered shorts she'd been lounging in. fuck, they'd hardly made it to her bedroom. amusement danced over her features as she headed downstairs remembering the pieces of clothing she'd had to gather wrapped in a sheet when they'd taken a break and he'd headed to the bathroom. she recalled her dad coming home that afternoon resting his hand on the exact spot on the stair railing she'd had retrieved her bra from and it was a little too amusing to the immature side of her and he'd given her a funny look as she'd tried to hold back her laughter. aris shook her head a little know as she took the last two steps of the stairs and wandered into the kitchen, the house was devoid of alcohol, or at least alcohol that her dad knew about, she hoisted herself up on the counter, getting on her knees and opening a cupboard that was never used above the fridge and thrust her arm in as far as it would go until her fingers finally brushed the cool glass of one of the bottles she'd stuffed up there. she pulled it from it's dark hiding spot and slid off the counter carefully trying to balance herself on her heels. she heard the doorbell about that time and she gave a small grin.
checking her reflection in the semi-reflective surface of their toaster she ran a hand through her hair and headed out of the kitchen and down the short hallway to the front door, she pulled it open, her smile widening a little as she took him in, his fingers reaching for her waist and it almost felt like last night again until he'd pulled her into a gentler kiss, she let her arms wrap around his neck, her fingers resting in a few damp curls at his neck, chuckling a little at his words, well, one of us certainly has to right? she teased, smiling as against his lips as they met hers again, she pulled herself closer for a moment before she stepped back, allowing him into the house and closing the door behind him, leaning against it for a moment, so... the teen felt a blush dust her cheeks, do you want food or something to drink? she asked, trying to act like this wasn't a big deal at all.
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Post by samuele vitale. on Oct 11, 2010 23:53:05 GMT -8
waiting on her doorstep felt like he was waiting at natasa's house again, those nights he'd actually taken her on legitimate dates that they'd spent time planning versus him shimmying up her tree and knocking on the bay window and saying they were going to a movie or a concert. it was almost three years ago now, but the memories hadn't really faded and he could feel the tree bark under his hands, the smooth parts that had worn with his repeated trips up the tree through the years and the rough parts who'd always been too stubborn to wear at his touch. when the door opened and it wasn't natasa there might have been a little disappointment but it was replaced by stronger feelings, ones that he didn't want to try to identify, apart from lust and need he didn't want to think about the others that could try to form there. he buried thoughts of the past as her body heat pulled into his own and his fingers moved over her skin, her fingers doing the same and tangling in his hair as their lips met. it was easier to forget natasa in the blaze that aris erupted through his body and licked at his skin. when the kiss faded, he shook his head at her retort, oh, haha, you are such a comedian there... he told her sarcasm lacing her tone, but obvious amusement playing over his features. that's what he actually enjoyed about talking with aris, they would still butt heads, yeah, they had strong personalities, ones that both wanted the control but they'd been able to push it aside every now and again. unlike with him and juliet he felt that all of their time was spent bickering, her calling him a douche and him - in the greatest show of hypocrisy outside the church - calling her a whore or a slut. he didn't feel bad for it. he should have, he definitely should have but no guilt filtered through him like when he said something to delilah he shouldn't have.
samuele chuckled a little at the almost awkwardness that had floated between them after he'd stepped in, he looked over her lean body pressed to the door and he got a mischievous grin on his face imaging himself pushing her to that door, instead he reached for her hand, i think i'm in the mood for something sweet, he said as he pulled her forward into his chest his hand curling again around her waist and pulling her into a kiss, hungry but more gentle then he'd probably ever been with her. he knew that last night after he'd been able to control his temper and they'd went for a round two he'd been much more gentle, focusing more on her rather then trying to work off the irritation with juliet, still his touches hadn't been feather soft, and his kisses weren't meant to caress, they were hard, he meant for her to feel them and to show his dominance. this moment was about power, he pulled back from her kiss, a smile touching his lips, real food sounds good though, i haven't really gotten to eat today... his diet consisted of what he could eat between classes, so he lived on a lot of cup noodles and pop tarts, which was hardly the healthiest or most filling diet. bringing his hand back to hers, he went towards the kitchen remembering seeing the gleaming and pristine room as he'd came down the stairs that morning, his eyes fell on her bottle and he chuckled, ah, the good stuff.. he picked it up, letting go of her hand, and hardly touched. you have to be hiding this from your dad, cus i know mine would be all over it... he remarked with a chuckle as he pushed her down into a stool at the island bar in the kitchen, i can cook you know, he told her with an almost smug smile that wrapped around his barely accent laced voice, i play dumb in the kitchen so i get out of cooking, but i'm really good. he told her letting his lips trail over her neck, i'll show you, he said stepping back from between her legs, his fingers trailing down her thighs.
ruffling a hand through his hair, he turned to her cupboards, delilah has more talent in cooking then i do, he said looking over the food she had, mostly stuff that he'd not heard off, packages with odd writing he recognized but couldn't identify, but like i said, i fake that i'm bad so i don't quite get the lessons from my mom like she does, he gave her a lopsided grin. he didn't enjoy cooking like his sister either, sure, he saw the relaxation and shit in it, and it kept his hands and mind busy while he was doing it, which helped him push away the things he shouldn't think of but he was still pretty spoiled. he'd never wanted for anything growing, his family had plenty of money, more oney then they could ever spend in their whole life, they had a maid and they had a cook, yet still their mom made sure they cleaned things on their own around the house, or learned how to cook. instead of hiring a baby sitter when she and his father were intending to g out sometimes they'd pass the task on to him or delilah. which meant that he normally found a way to pass it off on delilah. after a moment of staring in another cupboard he turned to her, haven't you any normal food? he asked an edge of teasing to his voice, pasta perhaps? that's always a safe bet. a chuckle barely cut into his words before he let his dark eyes scan the shelves in front of him, ah, this i know. he reached for some rice, setting it behind him on the counter, trying to ignore the bemused grin on her face, after a moment of more consideration he pulled some other things from the cupboard, spices, liquids he thought he identified pretty clearly despite the labels not being what he was used to. arranging his haul in front of him he looked up at her, what? he asked to the look on her face, what? don't look so apprehensive. we all have our secrets, don't we? he asked, stepping back and coming around the counter to wards her, i happen to be a leaner, sexier, more talented closet emril. smugness dancing over his tone again as he brought his hands up her thighs his lips meeting hers again, threading his hands in her hair, before he smiled against her lips and leaned his face away from hers, no more distractions... he said trying to sound stern, as he went back around to fiddle with his new project.
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this post here is dedicated to arissana a.k.a sammy and it's complete. pretty much i've got about i don't know things to say to you. credits go to lizzie for being so fucking kick ass at everything! right now i'm rocking out to . oh, i can't forget to say; i like doing sane!sam lol. i don't feel so itchy! crazy!sam is still really fun too though.
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Post by arissana shokri on Oct 22, 2010 0:04:25 GMT -8
- - - - - aris watched his dark eyes move over her body as she leaned against the door and a small blush tried to spill over her cheeks, she took the hand he held out to her and leaned against his body as he pulled her to him, she quirked a brow at his words, a laugh coming to her lips as she shook her head, seriously? could that have been anymore cheesy? she asked, but soon his lips were over hers again, soft, like he'd meant his words, the traces of lust still crossing between them but a kiss that was nice and welcomed contrast to the rough, needy ones they normally were. the ones that were clearly all about the endgame - the bed room. it was softer then he'd been with her towards the tail end of last night, when he'd first came over she could feel his anger, feel the irritation with the girl he was channeling into her, and while it wasn't completely un-enjoyable it did make for a rather sore day. towards the end of the night and after a little talking about what exactly had gone down and he'd seemingly pushed it out of his system in nothing flat and they started to have sex again it was different, it was about working off steam, it certainly wasn't about him having any sort of feelings for her apart from a quick piece of ass, but his kisses lingered longer, they had been softer. this kiss was even softer yet and it set off a storm of butterflies in her stomach and while her body wanted to push him, pull her teeth between his lip and press herself tighter, she enjoyed the change. when he pulled back her smile matched his and she didn't stop the faint blush, she feigned a frown at his words, well, that just won't do. she felt his finger lace in hers again and she followed him to her kitchen a little surprised he even knew where it was, san laughed at his words, nodding, yeah, he doesn't know we have this... she was totally dead if he ever found it, really she was dead if her dad ever found out half the shit she'd pulled, my dad doesn't even drink at all, so that's not the issue. she told him wrapping her arms around his waist and looking up at him, she tilted her head a little at his words, seriously? she asked, he definitely didn't strike her as the type to spend anytime in the kitchen apart from however long it took to find himself something to grub on while he watched tv or something. it wasn't an attitude she wasn't unused to, she came from a large traditional family, women had their place and men had theirs. he father had never cooked a meal for her, even after her mother died, they'd had her aunt with her until he thought aris was old enough to be on her own and she'd taken over all the duties that had been her mom's. of course you do. she gave him an indulgent smile, yeah, she knew how that went. his lips were on her neck and she allowed a small giggle, wrapping her arms around his neck. pouting a little as he pulled away from her but genuinely curious about his cooking skills, she watched him amusement dancing over her face as she watched his search the cupboards which were pretty short on food that was strictly american. or rather food that was plainly marked as american, there was plenty of "normal" food to him but hidden under packages that weren't written in english.
she laughed a little as he scratched his head, more then amused by this evenings development, i have to cook all the time. she said told him as she watched his search with an amused smile, though not really sure he could even cook. he'd always struck her as the 'i ruin boiling water' type of person, which was the same kind of person she had been up until her mothers death, her mom hadn't gotten around to teaching her how to cook yet and she certainly wasn't going to offer herself up for the lesson. she was a selfish person, she'd readily admit it. she was selfish and spoiled. she knew it was a problem but never saw a reason for changing it. another laugh fell at his question, that is all normal food. stop paying attention to the packages and look at the stuff inside, you'll figure it out just fine. i hope. she finished in her head, really kind of nervous about his cooking. like i said, just take a look around... she told him, her voice taking on a sing song quality. she watched as he finally had his eureka moment and began pulling things from the cupboard, chuckling a little as his brow furrowed as he examined the spices, opening the bottles, sniffing and then putting the ones that he either didn't know or didn't like back. she took in his final gathering of ingredients and a amused smile trailed over her lips, hopeful but again a little wary, obviously he only caught the wariness. apparently so... she muttered, watching him as he moved around to her, she let more laughter spill from her, unrelenting as he stroked his own ego, not like she wasn't completely used to it though, don't forget so much more modest, humble and down to earth. she said before she returned his kiss, pulling him closer to her as she leaned her back against the island to keep her chair from spinning, she wrapped her legs around him, smiling into his kiss, forget cooking, she muttered against his lips before she pulled on the bottom one, pouting when he pulled away from her, you came to me... she told him unwrapping her legs and watching him set to work over the ingredients he assembled. she kept quite watching him move, mutter under his breath, smiling a little at the italian she heard, and watched as he worked magic over the food, finding herself growing hungry as the scent surrounded them. after about twenty minutes she allowed a smile, you know, i think i underestimated you. hurrrrry up, i'm really hungry now. she teased as she watched him sample something, before he pulled a couple spices back to him.
tagged, my boo. <3
words, plenty.
wearing, right here
credits, banner & polyvore by lizzie, template by katie.
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listening, afroman - colt 45, liz got that shit stuck in my head today. lol.
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