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Post by Lindsey on Sept 18, 2007 21:57:55 GMT -5
"Define weird." he retorted, although he was in full agreement. He hadn't even noticed the little black security camera bubble thing up there, rolling his eyes up to get a look at it. "Smile, your on candid camera...." he said more to himself then Iiva, eyes still on the piece of equipment. "I never notice them anymore." A month and a half surrounded by them non stop was more then enough to desensitize him to these sorts of things. And given his history, he really should. Coppers tend to look at tapes. Tenth floor, eleven, twelve, thirteen, nearly there. Freedom from this metal death trap! And some action! Hurray! No guilt, no worries. Simple, straightforward happiness.
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Post by Julia on Sept 18, 2007 22:12:01 GMT -5
“Well, wouldn’t you be a little taken back by two people humping each other in an elevator? I definitely would. And then I’d take the stairs.” Or join in. HA. Just kidding. Iiva wasn’t that big of a slut. And fucking in elevators wasn’t her thing. She did it once and its not all its cracked up to be. When he stared at the security camera, she got more curious and glanced again but nothing looked different. It was sort of creepy to think a guy, or girl, was sitting in some little room, watching a screen with your face right on it. Iiva turned her head over to the buttons, watching them light up. She was paying attention to what floor he picked, so she didn’t know if they were close enough. Now she was just anxious.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 19, 2007 20:17:43 GMT -5
One single set of eyes on them electronically was laughable to him. Still, he hadn't done anything on the show for that exact reason. He apparantly had some modesty. "I almost always take the stairs anyways." he said truthfully with a shrug. "But yeah, I would be. Just a tad. Were almost there anyways." His tone picked up, tapping on the digital display. Sure enough, they were but a floor away. The lift finally came to a stop at the topmost floor, L frowning and the split second sense of no gravity that elevators provided. Ugh, just no. He forgot it incredibly quickly though, the metal doors sliding open to reveal a narrow hallway with a single door at the end. He stepped out with haste, gently tugging on Iiva's arm to follow him while he digged in to his dress pants for his card key, glancing back at her to give a look somewhere between reassurance, flirtatio and anticipation.
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Post by Julia on Sept 19, 2007 21:22:50 GMT -5
“Then why didn’t we take them?” She asked, eyebrow raised. It was pretty hard to walk in heels up stairs, especially her Gucci ones. Plus, as it looked, he lived on the much higher floors. Like most girls, Iiva didn’t like walking /that/ much, but she could normally take it. Her eyes glanced to the display, then at him and smiled. The small drop was a sign of them finally being there, which made her even a slight bit nervous. When he tugged on her arm, she followed him out, walking by his side. ooc: HHAA SHORT.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 19, 2007 21:38:37 GMT -5
"Didn't want you getting all tuckered out. Were a good twenty or so floors up." It took him a pretty good length of time to hike up in runners, nevermind crazy high heels up those stairs. He finally pulled out the card key and swiped it with one quick motion, pocketed it and turned the knob and stepped inside the room.
Again he was being truthfull, it was a lot nicer than the lobby downstairs. The walls were a royal blue wallpaper with little silver fleurs-de-lis patterns repeating throughout. It was spacious, but not gigantic, a large washroom, closet,mini bar, large king sized bed with silver linens, a desk with a laptop half opened on it, and a balcony with a huge window overlooking the busy street below. Two end table lights were on, illuminating the otherwise dark room. "Home sweet unhome..." he said faintly, beckoning her in and closing the door after her.
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Post by Julia on Sept 19, 2007 22:11:29 GMT -5
“Right. I’d be out of breath by the 5th floor and dead by the 10th, any way.” Iiva knew she would. Sweat and long, hard breaths are never attractive on a lady. What a sweet guy, L/James was. Her hands fiddled with her dress, watching him open the door but then glanced in back of her. She knew her business partners well. They were definitely to follow her here. They were probably outside this place right now, even.
Iiva entered the apartment, hands running through her hair and putting it behind her shoulders. The place was actually nice, for an apartment, she’d give him that. But still. Fucking in hotels on the first night you met? A lot more trashier than fucking in a house, in Iiva’s opinion. “Huh. Not a shithole, huh?” She grinned at him.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 19, 2007 22:42:32 GMT -5
"And that definitely wouldn't do." he grinned, gave her a quick kiss the took her arm and pulled her out of the small interior hallway and in to the main part of the room.
He didn't mind the place, though it was devoid of any of his characteristics. No books, no tasteful art, nothing. It was incredibly neat and tidy, but that could be attributed to house keeping. Naturally, it was kept so immaculate by his own hand. Unlike his apartment, this place offered no sense of anonymity. His credit card payed for it, his 'name' on the tab. With the right now how virtually anyone could track him down. A card key certainly didn't posses the same security as a triple lock system, which he was accustomed to.
"Hey, it's not bad. Can't beat the view." Like windows were his favorite thing. Ha. But he didn't want her attention diverted over towards the balcony, so he wrapped his arms around her waist in an aggressive move. No, he wanted her eyes on him.
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Post by Julia on Sept 19, 2007 23:01:22 GMT -5
“Correct.” Iiva nodded, and laughed shortly. The kiss made her smile even more, letting him pull her where ever the fuck he wanted. She was usually very dominate, in any situation, but it was his turn to show her around. She continued to eye the place, noticing the mini bar at first. Even if she was pretty slutty and rebellious, Iiva wasn’t into drinking as most people were. Some times, she’d enjoy a nice glass of wine or a martini, but nothing over the top. Sure, her dad was fun to fight with, but for some reason, deep down, getting drunk and stupid was totally betraying him in her mind.
Iiva’s eyes did look towards the windows, but when he took a hold of her waist, her attention was on him. “Oooh,” She reached up, giving him a kiss on his chin. “Aren’t you anxious?”
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 20, 2007 21:18:19 GMT -5
To him, the lack of alcohol was an extreme rarity in a girl. He wasn't going to complain one little bit, or even offer anything. Hell no. "Anxious?" he laughed, raising one hand to play with the ends of her hair. "I don't know if that's the right word. Not the one /I/ would use." Alright, maybe a little. But so many other emotions were running wild, anxiety was just that. laughable. "Why, are you? I can try and fix that if you are.." He gave her a plaufully squeeze and inched closer to the bed.
ooc| And then crazy Russians ram down the door. xD Poor guy.
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Post by Julia on Sept 21, 2007 22:26:30 GMT -5
“Not the one you would use?” Iiva smiled, her voice now soft, almost a whisper but not quite. He really did come off as anxious but she’d admit it: she felt the same. “I would.” She shrugged, simply, and just laughed when he squeezed her. Her hands played with the back of his hair, giving him a few quick kisses on the lips and chin, pushing up against him so he’d be forced to walk closer to the bed. Iiva could totally imagine her Russian mafia friends breaking down the apartment door right at that moment. There actually was a large chance that could happen. But, luckily for L, it didn’t. Iiva knew it was even worst when they didn’t come that night, because he’d probably be stalked and tortured and bothered for a rather long time. Maybe even killed after.
ooc: mwhaha. no, not yet.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 23, 2007 10:07:21 GMT -5
Abandoning any form of taking it slowly or holding back he easily made a move so they were both lying on the bed now, himself on top of course. "But enough on whether I'm anxious.. or not." he said with a soft smile, hands on the bottom hem of her dress and gaining altitude along her thigh. "Alrighty?" Shit he was anxious, just a little. This girl was sober, that was pressure enough.
ooc| Lalalal. Haha., yes.
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Post by Julia on Sept 23, 2007 16:17:07 GMT -5
Iiva laid there, patiently, her hands fiddling with the back of her diamond necklace. She took it off and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed, hoping it wouldn’t fall off or break while… uh, doing the dirty. Her arms then laid above her head, her legs spreading ever so slightly when his fingers touched her thigh. “…Yeah.” Her voice had a slight bit of hesitance. Not for her own good, but for his. A smirk moved on her lips and her neck reached up to kiss him.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 23, 2007 17:10:09 GMT -5
His fingers continued in the same light graze ticklish way, but was distracted when she kissed him. Leaning in passionately he pulled away to rid himself of the suit jacket, the damn thing. He really did prefer wife beaters, band tees, or nothing. Beer taste and champagne budget sort of thing. He tossed it over on to the swivel chair by the desk and the half opebned lap top, shoes kicked off in the process too. The hesitance in her voice ran clear over his head. He really couldn't bother to care.
ooc| And now I have nothing left to say. x) Cept like yeahh. L, mah whore, selfish, agressive blahh.
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Post by Julia on Sept 23, 2007 17:14:37 GMT -5
ooc: yaya. uh. we can skip >=D then they'll have da russians come in in the morning.
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Post by Julia on Sept 23, 2007 17:47:36 GMT -5
Next morning, Iiva got up a little before 10 o’clock. She rolled over a few times, accidentally hitting L’s side. A moan came from her mouth, and she sat up, staring at the clock on the nightstand. The blanket wrapped around her chest, with modesty, then she glanced down at L, thinking how utterly stupid he was. But, maybe, hopefully, if she left as fast as possible, Iiva could get away with it without him knowing her little secret. After a few seconds to think, she stood up, covering all her exposed parts she could and tip toed her way to her undergarments, dress, and then necklace. Sloppily, Iiva threw every thing on, and ran into the bathroom to wash her face, which was still sweaty from last night, and try to comb her hair with her fingers. Hopefully, she wouldn’t look too bad when she got home.
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