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Post by Nathaniel Bernhardt on Apr 18, 2009 20:28:42 GMT -5
The photoshoot that afternoon had gone about an hour over. Some prima donna was having a hissy fit and refused to come out of her dressing room, throwing the photographer into a fit of his own, while Nathaniel cooled his heels and wondered if he should text to say he was late. He couldn't get to the phone at the time, which meant that here he was, sighing as he came into the bar.
He couldn't help but glance at the score on the TV as he made his way over to the bar, but stopped short with a dark scowl as he saw another man having a drink with his woman.
"Sorry I'm late," he said casually, strolling up behind her and slinging a possessive arm about her shoulders. "Work went late. This must be one of Usagi's friend's... right?" he asked sternly, leveling another glare at the other man. She wouldn't be having a drink with just some stranger who hit her up....
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Post by Chiba Mamoru on Apr 19, 2009 1:36:32 GMT -5
Mamoru couldn’t deny that he was beginning to enjoy this game, even if it was far outside his normal behavior. He was enjoying every bit of it, from the feel of her fingers in his hair to the fact that her innocent smile had turned into a wanton smirk just for him. There were benefits to letting down your guard at times and acting entirely out of character. He did at least attempt to be the voice of reason however, though his tone was not at all convincing as he muttered, “We shouldn’t, anyone could walk up ...”
Still his words certainly didn’t stop him from continuing to allow his fingers to play beneath the hem of her skirt, daringly brushing the inside of her thighs once or twice. He gave her an amused smirk, throughly enjoying torturing her in retaliation to everything she was doing to him. He slid his other hand slowly up her side, purposely lingering at her breast lightly caressing her through the material of her shirt.
She was very nearly driving him mad with want, especially when she mentioned they could relocate to a much private location. He couldn’t keep from groaning when she shifted her weight, though he tried to keep it low enough not to bring too much attention their way. He immediately slid his hand up to cup the back of her head as he kissed her with an edge of desperation. His tongue drove into her mouth, sliding against hers for a long moment before he drew away.
"You're driving me crazy." His voice was a husky whisper. “We could leave, but your friends might get upset if you ditch them. This is after all a time you were suppose to be reconnecting with them or whatever ...”
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Post by Neo Queen Serenity on Apr 19, 2009 1:51:13 GMT -5
She had died and gone to heaven. That must be it. Mamoru must have been in an exceptional mood, the bourbon must have lowered his inhibitions, and the stars aligned.... for this was paradise. Not only was he being tempted by her, he was returning affection publicly!
Oh, blessed Selene! Usagi felt her own body continue to respond, especially as his hand found a way to taunt her through the fabric of her dress... Anyone that took a look at her breasts could tell what she was thinking, now, because it was warm in the room... It couldn't be for any other reason!
Luckily, she was against Mamoru so there was no need for anyone to see, just like she was in his lap to disguise his little predicament, though his was far more visible than hers. The flush on her cheeks now had more to do with arousal than surprise.
After a kiss that made her dizzy with need, Usagi wasn't sure she could walk in a straight line to wherever they needed to go-- which was more than enough reason to leave, as it was. Friend, shmiends! She had to take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
"Nate just arrived, he'll keep Mako-chan company. And the rest are late as it is! Mamo-chan.... If we don't leave now, I'm not going to get out of here under my own power, now or any other time..." She slid off of his lap, intertwining her fingers with his and giving his arm a gentle tug.
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Post by Kino Makoto on Apr 19, 2009 14:24:09 GMT -5
Makoto moved to a spot a bit further away from the handsy couple and sat beside the barfly. He called over the bartender and asked, “So what’ll it be for you, young lady?” She smiled and held up her empty glass, signaling to the bartender for a refill. “It’s a whiskey sour kind of night, and thankfully this guy here knows how to make ‘em.” The other man chuckled. “I would have had you pegged as a rum drinker. I should have known better.” Makoto smiled as the bartender set her drink in front of her. “Appearances can be deceiving.” The man leaned closer and lowered his voice. “Well then maybe after this drink we can spend a little time getting to know each other better.”
She wasn’t sure whether to be flattered or appalled at the rather direct come-on. Instead of answering, she just gave the man a slight smile and a wink as she lifted her glass to her lips. Before she could set her drink back onto the bar, there was a heavy arm around her shoulder and a smooth voice in her ear. Makoto looked up at Nate and smiled brightly, hoping she could convey her appreciation through the look on her face. “Hey you, I was wondering where you were.” She smiled back at the barfly. “No, this gentleman kindly offered to buy me a drink, and who am I to turn down a freebie?” She got up from her chair, grabbing her drink with one hand and wrapping her free arm around Nate’s waist. “Thanks for the drink, nice talkin’ to ya.”
She pulled Nate back over to a section of the bar closer to Usagi and Mamoru, still ignoring the couple who were oblivious to their surroundings. She chose a couple chairs across from a television, knowing that he’d want to keep an eye on whatever sporting event was on at the moment. Once re-seated, she leaned over and gave Nate a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks babe. You saved his life. That guy was about to lose a couple teeth.” She chuckled and took another sip of her drink. “So what happened at work? Is everything OK?”
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Post by Nathaniel Bernhardt on Apr 19, 2009 15:39:03 GMT -5
Nate looked down at her lovely face with a touch of suspicion, wondering if this was the whole story. It wasn't that he didn't trust her-- he just couldn't believe that she'd really have a drink with another guy.
"It wasn't really a freebie, love," he muttered. "It would have come with quite a price." He directed his ire, however, at the man who bought such a drink. "How kind of you to keep her watered until I got here." Under his glare, and their moving to another section of the bar, he was sure that Free Drink Guy wouldn't be making any more moves on his woman. Nor, probably, would anyone else in the bar.
"Stella Artois," he ordered. When there was a game on television, it was definitely a beer night. Deciding to let the whole Free Drink Guy thing go, he settled himself on a stool, with just a cursory glance over at Usagi and Mamoru. No use saying hi to those two.
"Nothing major, just some diva pitching a fit, and the photographer wasn't too happy. I would have texted, but I left my phone in the other room. How was your day?' he asked, taking a sip from the bottle.
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Post by Chiba Mamoru on Apr 19, 2009 17:08:00 GMT -5
Mamoru didn’t waste any time in following Usagi, ignoring the smirks of one or two of the patrons that had actually been paying attention to things going on around them. He quickly disregarded the restroom, it was the closest place, but it was the restroom of a bar. There was no telling what all had taken place in there and besides he couldn’t take the chance that anyone would just walk in and interrupt them. He took the lead and headed for his own car which just happened to be parked in an out of the way place that wasn’t likely to be bothered.
He really couldn’t get to the car fast enough, his senses on fire with need for the blonde at his side. Once they did reach the car, Mamoru fumbled for his keys and managed to open the door, but he couldn’t resist kissing her again. This kiss was hungry, raw. He had her plastered against him, pressed as close as he could possibly get her. His tongue drove into her mouth, sliding against hers. He moved his mouth down her neck. Stroked her throat with his fingers before moving back up to kiss her once again.
Mamoru gave a low growl of desperation, his mouth tangling with hers, his hands exploring her curves, while he continued nibbling and tasting until his breathing was harsh and ragged and his blood pumped through his veins like liquid fire. He ached to touch her, to caress and explore, but some dark corner of his mind attempted to reassert control.
This wasn’t how he had planned things. Mamoru had been intending to wait until they were married, had intended to make their first time as special as he could ... certainly not in the backseat of his car outside a bar. Reluctantly he tried to cool the ravaging hunger so that he could think properly, so that he could do the right thing when all he really wanted to do was throw her in the car and devour her.
Mamoru kissed her deeply once more as the intensity of his emotions surrounded him. "Usako" He couldn’t resist kissing her nose, her cheek, and nibbling on her ear as he half heartedly murmured, "I want you, more then anything ... but this isn’t how I intended this to be. I wanted it to be perfect, not like this. If you wanted to stop, I think I could, maybe ..."
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Post by Neo Queen Serenity on Apr 19, 2009 17:29:09 GMT -5
Oh, he was in a rush! Usagi was giddy, both with her own desire and the incredibly, lifting thought that he wanted her this badly. To rush to the car; she could barely keep up with his long stride! And the adorable way he fumbled with his keys. She barely managed to whimper, hoping he'd hurry, when she was up against the car, and plastered to him. He was ravaging her...
Usagi wasn't entirely prepared for this onslaught, but welcomed it, her arms finding their way about his neck, pulling him close, her own tongue sliding in to plunder the hot confines of his mouth.
She felt her knees growing weak; breathing dissolving into little pants. Thinking was out of the question, especially as he kept mumbling to her, kissing her cheeks and nose... She groaned aloud, his words finally making a dent in her mind. He wanted to stop?! Hell no!!
"Mamo-chan!" she growled, pulling out from him and giving him a mighty shove into the back of the car with a strength that she didn't know she possessed. Usagi pounced on him, shutting the door behind her and locking the car, listening to all four clicks with a certain wicked satisfaction.
"It's my virginity, I can lose it where and when I damn well please! And we love each other..." she stopped long enough to smile at him. "Of course it will be perfect..." She fumbled with his shirt, huffing with frustration and giving it a tug, eyes widening as a few buttons popped off.
"You don't need those... right? I don't think you need a belt, either...." she smirked, hooking her finger through the buckle, tugging on the strip of leather.
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Post by Chiba Mamoru on Apr 20, 2009 2:43:21 GMT -5
To say that Mamoru was startled to be shoved into the back of the car and then to have Usagi pounce on him would be something of an understatement. He hadn’t known that she had that kind of strength, but that also wasn’t to say that he didn’t enjoy it.
His uncertainty faded the moment she demanded that it was her virginity and that she could lose it where and when she pleased. She was right, as long as they were together and she was happy then it didn’t matter when and where they were. Things would be perfect simply because they were in love, that was all they needed.
Mamoru gave her an amused smirk as she tried to get his shirt off, popping a few buttons in the process. He caught hold of her hands, preventing her from doing any further harm to his clothes. “Easy Usako, I still have to wear these clothes later when we go back inside ...”
He helped her undo his belt before gathering her up in his arms and rolling so that she ended up underneath him. It wasn’t long before he had also shifted her clothes up and out of the way. Her skin was smooth, silky, heavenly. She was as soft as he was hard.
I love you Usako,” he growled as his mouth covered hers once again and he forgot everything but this moment and the woman beneath him.
------ and we should probably fade out here -------
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Post by Kino Makoto on Apr 20, 2009 16:07:28 GMT -5
Makoto kept up her innocent smile as Nate talked down to the barfly. There was no way in hell she’d tell him the full story, else the man be removed from the bar via ambulatory methods.
She glanced over to Usagi and Mamoru and rolled her eyes. She mumbled, “Get a room, why dontcha?” under her breath, and to her surprise the pair made their way to the door and out of the bar.
Looking up at the television, she tried to decipher the sporting event that was taking place. Something with an oblong ball being tossed around, lots of big sweaty men colliding with one another… Makoto had no idea what was going on, or the rules of this ‘sport’, but she was entranced by all the testosterone oozing from the tv. She could hear Nate’s voice coming from beside her but she wasn’t really ‘hearing’ him. Somehow she snapped out of the trance in time to hear him ask about her day.
“Pretty busy, but I managed. The professor issued a challenge today by giving us three very different ingredients and having us come up with an edible dish. Mine wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t the worst either. I really hope he doesn’t do that to us again. Some things just weren’t made to be eaten together…”
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Post by Mizuno Ami on Apr 20, 2009 16:24:20 GMT -5
Ami had been running late because she was helping a fellow student figure out an aspect of a lab that he was just not getting. There had been a time, when she was much younger, that she thought that struggling to get something had to do with being lazy, but then she had gotten to know Usagi, and while Usa was not the most dedicated student, she really just needed to learn how to learn. She had finally come to understand that just because some things came easily to her, did not meant that they did for everyone. And she had come to accept that about herself as well.
Unfortunately, she was not getting any reception on her cell phone to text anyone and let them know she was running late, and did not want to use the communicator and have to explain why she had two phones.
She finally made it - in clothing she knew that the others would berate her for for wearing to a bar - being that it was not "dressed up" enough. She wore a simple pair of mid rise jeans, a light blue peasant blouse, and a pair of sandals. She blushed as she passed a car that seemed to be rocking, looking away from it too quickly to have realized it was Mamoru's car.
Entering the bar, she looked around for her friends, only seeing Makoto and Nate. She got a glass of water from the bar and moved over, "Am I too much of a third wheel if I join you guys?"
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Post by Nathaniel Bernhardt on Apr 20, 2009 19:08:03 GMT -5
Nate listened to Makoto, still keeping one eye on the match, breaking his attention on her for a moment to let out a loud whoop as a touchdown was scored.
"Oh, yeah!!" He found himself high-fiving some other guy, who knew there'd be another American in this dive? Grinning, he seated himself down long enough to listen to her reply. "Three ingredients, huh? So is my talented cook refusing to go on Iron Chef, then?" he teased. "I'm sure you did fine."
He glanced up as Ami entered, grinning and slapping a bar stool right next to them. "Not at all, we'd love to have you. I'm afraid Usagi and Mamoru have left us for the time being. I can only hope I'll have that much fun later on tonight," he muttered underneath his breath, so that only Makoto could hear,and gave the arm about her waist a squeeze. Hint, hint.
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Post by Kino Makoto on Apr 20, 2009 19:35:46 GMT -5
Makoto was somewhat relieved that Nate hadn’t noticed just how distracted she’d been by all the men running around on the television. She smiled and covered her ear as he let out his ‘whoop’. “So I guess someone did something right? You really need to explain this to me sometime…”
She chuckled. “Iron Chef only uses one ingredient, hon. I had to use American bacon, banana and mushrooms. I have no idea how I pulled it off, but I did.”
About that time, Ami had entered and taken a seat next to them. “Oh no, you’re more than welcome to join us! I can’t stand to watch this stuff anyways…” She leaned in closer to Ami and whispered, “Well, with the exception of all those guys.” She smiled and winked as Nate snaked an arm around her waist after mentioning Mamoru and Usagi. Though the smile faded more into a mock expression of shock at what was whispered into her ear. She playfully elbowed Nate in the stomach. “Go back to watching your game, you perv!”
She pulled away from Nate and took another drink from her glass. Leaning back over towards Ami so they could carry on conversation without raising their voices, she asked, "So how was your day?"
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Post by Mizuno Ami on Apr 20, 2009 19:59:12 GMT -5
Ami blinked a bit, surprised that Usagi would leave when they were supposed to be meeting. "Wow, I got here after Usagi. I'm a lot later than I realized." She grinned as she sat down. "Actually, the game is quite fascinating. It's an interesting study in how strategies are made and yet often, but not always, discarded immediately upon the actual confrontation. Each down is like a battle with strategies and adjustments having to happen at incredible speeds."
She winked at Makoto. The fact was that she found it a fascinating study of strategy, but the brutality was often more than she enjoyed, though some of the men were pleasant enough to look at.
At the perv comment she blinked and whispered to Makoto, "Did I miss something?" She took a drink of her water. "It was good. Lab was actually quite enjoyable. Lecture, however, I almost think I'd be better off to not do the reading, then I wouldn't feel like lecture was a waste of time. Of course, then I would not be prepared if I was asked a question. It's really a no win situation."
"So... did I hear you made something with a banana, American bacon, and mushrooms? What did you make?"
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Post by Nathaniel Bernhardt on Apr 20, 2009 22:48:07 GMT -5
"Yeah, he scored a touchdown... and I will, just not now," Nate replied, eyeballs still fixed to the screen. Once again, he leaped out of his seat, hands in the air. "INTERCEPTION!" He turned out after the first few words of Ami's spiel. The fun was in the competition, the physicality of it all! Brute strength, triumphing to win the game...
He raised his eyebrow at her list of ingredients. "Well that can't have been too hard. Bacon goes with everything! If there was a bacon-flavored vodka, I'd buy a whole case of it, right now. Bacon is the best thing on earth."
Nate rolled his eyes at her playful elbow and order to get back to the game. "I think Usagi finally got into Mamoru's pants," he told Ami by way of explanation. No need to leave the poor girl in the dark.
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