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Post by Lindsey on Sept 16, 2007 15:58:03 GMT -5
"I've been told I'm not a very good dancer. Sorry to say." he smiled, being assertive and taking the oppurtunity to close the distance between them and drape his arms around her waist nice and close. He could do all the formal dances incredibly well, a mandatory compotent of his youth. The modern stuff he wasn't terrible at, out of neccessity mostly. But he ws more then willing to godawful 'dancing' guys these days did, standing there and being grinded on. Perfectly fine with him.
Skipping this crap and just leaving would be fine with him too. Turn up the heat here, see what happens if and when they leave.
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Post by Julia on Sept 16, 2007 16:19:04 GMT -5
“That’s fine with me.” Her shoulders shrugged, then a grin moved across her face when she felt his hands. “I could teach you, if you want to look gay. Im sure you’d much rather want to not know what the hell you’re doing than look like a girl. And, well, I don’t think its humanly possible for a man to move his body like us girls can.” Iiva’s hands took ahold of his forearm, and her hips swayed from right to left, gently, only for his entertainment. Unfortunately for L/James, She wasn’t about to shove her ass in his crotch. That, to her, was much too American for this Russian princess.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 16, 2007 16:35:46 GMT -5
"I think I'll stick to being a rythmeless idiot like the rest of the straight male population." he said in agreement. Waltzes and quicksteps wern't exactly club material sadly enough. "No, I completely get what your saying. Us guys," his hands lowered ever so slightly down her back, but not too far, "Don't have have the curves for it." L smirked as her hips swayed, happy enough even though he wasn't getting the lap dance some of the people on the dancefloor were.
ooc| Yooo. Number one reason I hate clubbing with my friends. Scary/ugly/creepy guys coming out of nowhere right behind you. D;;;;
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Post by Julia on Sept 16, 2007 16:57:29 GMT -5
“Fine with me. Just don’t embarrass yourself.” She laughed. She knew a few straight guys that were actually pretty okay with rhythm. But it wasn’t like it mattered that much. Dancing, in Iiva’s opinion, was just sort of stupid. You ended up smelly, sweaty, and your thighs hurt thanks to dry humping your partner. Ew. “No, guys definitely don’t have much. That’s where us girls come in.” Her hips continued, eyes glued on him.
ooc: I've never been to a club. I think it would be illegal if I did... haha. But most older parties are like that. Really weird. I love older guys but not ones that are all creepy and touchy-feely. Eww.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 16, 2007 17:12:42 GMT -5
L attempted.. something. Some form of dancing that most likley looked ridiculoius. But he wasn't trying to impress her with his dance skills, thank god. He must have realized how stupid this was so he stopped and tugged Iiva a little closer, sly look on his face instead. "Lucky guys hey?" They were in pretty close proximity, L wondering if she'd make good on that teasing almost kiss from earlier. Hm. Maybe, maybe not.
ooc| Ew that was short. And we have a TON of all age clubs up here. There all like.. slutty ew.
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Post by Julia on Sept 16, 2007 17:36:59 GMT -5
Iiva just laughed at his attempt, which wasn’t supposed to be mean but kind of was. When he pulled her even closer, she grinned. This move must of meant he wanted some thing. What else could it be? “Mmmmhm.” Her lips once again got close, knowing that’s what he wanted, but no kiss. “A little impatient, arent we?” From the corner of her eyes, she could see one of her partners. He wasn’t looking at them, though, so she didn’t kiss him yet.
ooc: I dont think they have /any/ of those in New Jersey. My friend that lives in Florida goes to them all the time, though.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 16, 2007 17:54:39 GMT -5
He bit hard on his tongue, but his expression didn't betray him at all, and he looked completely relaxed. "Can you blame me though? I mean, really. Hard not to be." He said smiling with eyes locked on to her, silently contemplating something to himself. Specific reason for holding back, or not? Didn't seem like it was for the sake of decency, she seemed completely unabashed by the whole scenario. He could be patient though, very accustomed to sitting and chatting up girls for extremely long stretches of time before getting any action. Sometimes he didn't get any, which really royally fucking sucked.
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Post by Julia on Sept 16, 2007 18:16:29 GMT -5
She just smiled at him, wanting to kiss him but having to wait. Wait until the Russian finally looked at them. “No, I definitely cant.” Hey, she knew she was irresistible. She stayed close to him, glancing at his lips, to his eyes, then out into the crowd. Ah, thank god. He was looking straight at them. Her arms lifted up to his shoulders, hanging around L’s neck and finally gave him what he wanted. A down-right lusty kiss. Woo. Either it was talent or just big lips, but Iiva always had been a great kisser.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 16, 2007 18:37:02 GMT -5
L was in perfect bliss at the moment, taste of her lipgloss in his mouth. Fruity, but bitter at the same time. He brushed his hand gingerly down the spine of her back, resting where they'd started. He thought he felt another set of eyes on them, and found her glances to the crowd unwarranted. But he couldn't blame anyone for gawking at them. She was hot, and with all honesty he was too. Finally, after a few intense moments he pulled away, satisfied grin on his face as he looked down at her. "So, she definately can do more than just dance well."
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Post by Julia on Sept 16, 2007 19:04:24 GMT -5
Iiva’s hands glided to his neck, then to his clavicle. Ah, exactly what she wanted. Hm, maybe she was a slut, but did she care? Nah. As long as she got what she wanted, any one could label her any thing. When he pulled away, a smile was left on her lips, eyes fluttering open. Then a laugh, and nod. “I’ve got lots of tricks up my sleeves.” Notice the plural in “sleeves”. She probably needed a lot more then two to fit all her little tricks, actually. There was a mischievous twinkle in those dark brown eyes of hers; all she was really thinking about was how deep she’d got this guy in shit. Poor guy didnt even know what was going to, maybe literally, hit him. Unless they were sneaky enough to not be found.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 16, 2007 20:08:21 GMT -5
"Oh realllly?" he said in a curious tone, brow quirked up. She couldn't have as many as he did. He naturally gravitated to her neck, which was fairly easy because she was a reasonable height with heels. Nothing sinister, just a playful kiss. He was uncharacteristcly gentle with these sorts of things, fingers light to the touch. Blissfully unaware to the shit he might get in to. On the other hand, it wasn't as if she knew he was packing pointing teeth either.
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Post by Julia on Sept 16, 2007 20:26:00 GMT -5
“Yeah, really.” She nodded. Maybe she should of mentioned that. Usually, Iiva didn’t have a very big blabber mouth, but telling him she had a few tricks and more was pretty suspicious. When she felt the kiss on her neck, a small shiver went down her back and a grinned again showed on her lips. Ah, that was definitely the final straw. He was coming back home with her. Though, she /much/ rather of preferred to go to his house. Hers was too sketchy. “Are you gonna invite me over or what, babe?” Her hands were running through his hair in the back, gently and slowly.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 16, 2007 20:54:51 GMT -5
Pulling his mouth away he smiled. Maybe he'd be lucky enough to see whatver other tricks she had. If they were as good as her kissing then he was set.
Being stuck in a hotel certainly had it's perks. He was more than willing to bring girls back THERE. He sent them packing come morning rather than sneak out like the asshole he was. Things went smoothely, less resent, even less of the miniscule amount of guilt he experienced. "Naturally. Unless you have something against the Hilton. I'm uh, between apartments as it is now." He had stepped back a little to face her properly, while in retrospect his hands had fallen the extra couple of inches down her back tantalizingly.
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Post by Julia on Sept 16, 2007 21:28:17 GMT -5
Iiva chuckled fakely, throwing her hand in the air. “You’re joking, right?” No man was going to take her to a fucking hotel. Utterly charming or not. She was no hooker and whether he was in between apartments or couldn’t afford a real one, it was kind of disgusting to hear. These Americans. What did he take her as? No mafia princess was to sleep on a shitty hotel bed! “Do I really come off as that much of a whore to you?” Her body took a step away, but she still was pretty close to him. Amazingly enough, she was quite pissed off now. Good move, L. ..James? L? James.
ooc: lmao. gotta love her c:
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 16, 2007 22:11:31 GMT -5
"Uh, no." he said with a bemused expression on his face. Kinda snobby, this one. "It's the penthouse if that means anything to you." He shrugged lightly, not thinking it would have been such a gigantic deal. It was a nice place, a better location and building then his actual apartment. Equally as clean, sans the million books. And the coffin.
As a matter of fact he did think she was that much of a whore. Like he'd EVER EVER EVER say that though. "Of course not. It's not like some seedy little place, I wouldn't pull that with a girl like you." he explained with a small smile, really not wanting her to get all pissy, especially when she'd got him sweating.
ooc| Haha. L. James. -amused-
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