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Post by Judas on Dec 24, 2008 4:58:46 GMT -1
Oh god. This was not helping him fish his mind out of the sewer system. In fact, he might as well buy some scuba gear because he didn't think that his thoughts were leaving the gutter anytime soon. Of course it was somewhat comforting that her mind wasn't any better than his.
"Alright, blunt it is. I was thinking about how you'd look lying on that desk of yours. But, thousands of years have not cured me of the classic male problem of not calling back. So, I figured that a woman like you would be looking for a relationship rather than a one night fling AND that you probably have to much to do right about now to even think about having sex with me."
He raised an eyebrow, took a swig from his flask and breathed deeply. "There, blunt enough?"
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Dec 27, 2008 10:55:09 GMT -1
Words suddenly escaped Autumn and she could not help but allow her eyes to dance over to her desk then back to Judas, her lips parted, her eyes wide and taken a back. What the hell was she supposed to say back to that. A blush moved over her cheeks as her mind flashed with devious images that she tried to ignore.
"Erm...." She paused then taking in what he had said. Yes, she was a busy woman, but he had been rash to assume she was looking for a relationship, she did not have the time to commit to such a thing. "You assume much about me Judas," She said, almost purring the words out, now she had pushed the blush away from her cheeks.
"What makes you so sure I would not?" She asked with a small smile, "Surely if I am so terribly busy, a relationship would honestly be out of the questoin...Maybe the thought of you, the desk....is a little too alluring for me...maybe...tempatation is too much to bare..."
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Post by Judas on Dec 28, 2008 7:29:14 GMT -1
Judas noted the blush and tried to hide the half-smile that was breaking across his face. Nothing was funny, it just had been a long time since he'd seen a woman blush. Morgan didn't blush and he didn't spend much time around other women for obvious reasons. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed that innocent reaction until now.
He shrugged when she said that he'd assumed to much. "You wanted to know what I was thinking. so I told you." Judas wasn't the type to dance around things. Alright, so he'd tried to avoid this particular conversation out of respect for her position as a future ally. But she hadn't been satisfied with the vague answer he'd given and he hadn't wanted to waste any more time or energy hinting rather than answering straight out. He watched as the blush slowly faded from her cheeks.
"That's a lot of maybe's." He said simply, one eyebrow raised. "Now who's being vague?" He knew he was asking for, well not trouble, but something close to it with that comment but he hadn't been able to stop himself from saying it.
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Dec 29, 2008 19:49:50 GMT -1
Autumn kept her eyes glued to his, a soft laugh escaping her lips as he made mention of the maybes. Yes, she had been beating around the bush so to speak, nerves, worry, a mass of human emotions causing her to lack any form of conviction in what she wanted to say. Silently she exhaled deeply.
"You are not a man of action are you Judas, I normally find those that talk of something long enough..never..actually...do..."
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Post by Judas on Dec 30, 2008 5:22:27 GMT -1
Judas didn't look away when their eyes met and watched as she exhaled. He only smirked when she said he wasn't a man of action and said he talked to much to make her believe he'd ever really follow through with what he was talking about.
He took off his jacket, leaving it one the couch and stalked towards Autumn like a predatory cat, giving the woman plenty of time to watch him move towards her. In his mind he knew he was giving her time to say no, to tell him he was a demon and she had better things to do than waste her time on him.
Judas wrapped an arm around her waist, his other hand went to cradle the side of her face, and pulled her to him, pressing his lips against hers and holding nothing back. There was no starting slow or working up to the full blown kiss that he wanted, it was intense from the start.
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Dec 30, 2008 22:12:09 GMT -1
Hazel hues lay fixed upon the soul collector as his jacket was removed, followed by the slow steady steps toward her. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, a nervous reaction, her heart pounding harder and harder within her chest as Judas approached. His hand slid behind her waist and pulled her toward him on the couch, the feel of his cradling hand against her face sent a pang throughout her body. Then, before she could even take breath , he leaned toward her and his lips pressed against hers. Frantic and hungry Autumn kissed him back, her tongue pushing through and entwining with his, savouring his taste, the soft feel of his lips against hers. Her pulse quickened as her hands wrapped up around his shoulders, one hand trailing lightly up through his hair line. Autumn pushed her body against his, needing, craving to be closer as the kiss did nothing to calm her down, only excite her even more.
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Post by Judas on Jan 1, 2009 0:45:49 GMT -1
The kiss was frantic, heated and only continued to build. He parted his lips to let her tongue into his mouth, turning the kiss into some strange dance of lips and tongue. He nibbled on her lower lip a second before returning himself to the kiss.
He ran his hand along her back while he felt her own hands on his skin. He groaned when she pressed her body against his, using his hands to pull her even closer so that they were as close as clothing would allow.
Judas backed her up against the previously mentioned desk, feeling her bump agaisnt him with the force of the impact. He lifted her up to sit on the desk, his hands running up and down her legs.
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Jan 1, 2009 13:10:27 GMT -1
The sound of his groan heightened Autumns need and a gasp escaped her lips as she found herself pushed up against her desk. As he lifted her up her heels were kicked off and her black pencil skirt rode up an over he knees, settling tightly against her thighs, exposing the soft pale flesh of her legs. Kissing him, she pulled him against her more, wrapping her legs around his waist, pushing lightly against his body.
For a fleeting moment she thought of the unlocked office door, then pushed the thought away, closing off her mind to any distractions. He tasted sweet, a mix of his own flavour and the alcohol from his flask. Pushing her body more firmly against his, she felt her body rise in temperature, her heart beating quicker and her quickening breaths escaping into his mouth.
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