Bianca Mesdag

Have you seen [ BIANCA “BEE” MESDAG ] around new york city lately? some people say that [ SHE] is the spitting image of [ DANIELLE CAMPBELL ], but they don’t see it. word around town is they’re a [ TWENTY-THREE ] year old [ CLUB PROMOTER/SOCIALITE ], which is probably why they’ve lived in [ SOUTH HARLEM, MANHATTAN ] for [ SEVENTEEN YEARS ]. [ SHE ] is known for being very [ CHARMING ], but watch out — they tend to become very [ TYRANNICAL ] on their bad days.

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ronanhenaghan:

“Never.” He said, a grin on his face as he spoke defiantly to her. “I disagree. You’re just always wrong which is why I hardly listen to you.” He mused. “Never said I wasn’t lucky for that.”

“I should just pay someone at the hospital to cut out your tongue... They’d probably do it for free honestly, it’d be a national service.” She teased, sticking her own tongue out at him. “Rude. I’m at least as right about things as you.” She tutted, shaking her head exasperatedly at him. “That could all change now unless you admit that I’m the smarter one between us.”

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dominic--cross:

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By the time they got to her apartment, it was decided Dominic would ‘perform’ first, so to speak. This of course tested his patience to no avail. There were too many images running through his mind about the things he wanted to do to her, but especially about the things she could do to him. “You have a nice place,” he told her with a small smirk, backing her into the nearest wall. “Where would you like my…” Instead of finishing his sentence, he pressed his lips against her neck, dragging his mouth down her neck, using his tongue only sparingly to tease her.   

Bianca had never been known for her patience, and the effort of getting back to her apartment while trying to maintain acceptable levels of PDA... had been as challenging as running a marathon. As soon as they’d gotten inside, she’d closed the door and turned her full attentions onto him, pupils dilating as her lust began to make itself known. “It does the job...” She answered flippantly, lips quirking up into a smirk as he walked her backwards until she was up against the wall. “I’m sure you’ll be able to figure it out.” She teased, before a low moan escaped her as he began to kiss down her neck. 

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darkokrasny:

Grinning, Darko placed a kiss to her cheek. “Well now, guess I’mma have’ta buy yah a drink then.” Turning to the bar he beckoned the bartender over before glancing back at the woman, “What do yah want, love?”

She couldn’t help but laugh as he moved to kiss her cheek, though as he beckoned the bartender over to buy her a drink, her smile grew. “I’ll have a dry martini.” She told the bartender, before returning her attentions to the charming stranger. “But I think we need to get a little better acquainted first... I’m Bianca.”

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dominic--cross:

He had to admit, he was dragging this one out quite a bit. There was nothing wrong with that as long as they both were still enjoying each other’s company. And as far as he could tell, things were only beginning; the night as young as the face looking up towards him with eagerness. He had plenty of intentions, yes, but none Dominic felt the need to act on aggressively or impulsively. Once in a while, he had to slow down to stop and smell the roses. “I don’t blame you,” Dominic said. “And how could you blame me when you have the softest lips I’ve ever touched?” he brought his finger to her lower lip, caressing her sweetly. “Ah, like an eye for an eye. Head for head. Fair is fair.” A twisted smile still hung off his lips. Dominic whispered, “I say your place.”

The only thing that Bee found more attractive than the usual good-looks, was quick wit. Of which Dominic had plenty. Their playful teasing was doing more to rile her up than any of the physical things they had gotten to thus far, which was why as he slowly trailed his thumb across her lower lip, she paused to nip it with a smirk. “I suppose neither of us can blame each other then.” She began with a purr, pausing at his next words before she was unable to contain the bemused bubble of laughter that escaped her at his pun. “Oh. Like that exactly.” She confirmed, eyes lighting up as she stepped that little bit closer to him. “I suppose it’s a good thing I live close by then, because I don’t think I’ll be able to behave myself for very much longer.”

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ronanhenaghan:

“Uh huh, whatever you say Bee.” He said, nudging her back with his own shoulder. “That’s true, you’re not wrong. I really do like free things that I don’t pay for.”

“Shut up.” She laughed, shaking her head at him even as she rolled her eyes. “I’m never wrong, you just hardly listen to me, most of the time.” She teased, lips quirking up again. “You’re so lucky to have a generous sugar-mummy in me.”

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A classy drunk he was not, the man mumbling, a slur of words stringing from Darko’s mouth, all nonsense as he walked, his balance only slightly off. A few too many beers his weakness as usual, he turned to the person with a lopsided grin. It was sweet, albeit drunken, unable to keep his eyes entirely focused. “Just one li’l kiss?”

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“On the cheek, sure... But anything more and you’d have to buy me a drink first.” She teased, winking back his way.

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reedxdexmuller:

“Just a bit.” He said forcing a laugh as he glanced over at Bianca before he took a deep breath and stared at her hand. “Fine…” He said as he let his voice drift off and slowly laced his fingers in between hers. Her skin felt soft against his. A feeling that he’s so used to feeling at this point after all these years. 

“Good. I’m kind of glad for the interruption. You saved me from plans of eating ice-cream and watching Dirty Dancing on my own. It’s been a long day.” She explained, lips quirking up. “I love it when you’re obedient. It’s such a rare event.” She teased, squeezing his hand reassuringly once more before she pushed open the lobby door to her apartment complex. 

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ronanhenaghan:

“Oh hardly.” He said, wrinkling his nose back at her as he looked at her. “Because you love me and your life would be a void of despair if anything bad were to happen to me?” He asked curiously. “As long as you pay I’ll go with.”

“And just like that, the moment is gone.” She teased, laughing softly before she bumped shoulders with him as they walked. “Let’s be real here, as long as I pay, you do whatever I want.” She winked. 

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ronanhenaghan:

“Not all the time.” He said, a smirk on his face as he looked at her. “Okay, we’ll go inside.” He said as he stood up, pulling his coat tighter around himself and quickly going inside. “Next time we go on a trip we’ll go to Vegas.

“Ugh. I made that too easy for you.” She complained, wrinkling her nose at his comment. “Thank you, see, it’s moments like these that I remember why I’m friends with you.” She cheered. “And I will hold you to that. God I love Vegas.”

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ronanhenaghan:

“I love you too.” He mused, his grin only growing as it started to snow. “Oh come on. I love the snow!” He said as he looked up at the sky. “Okay yeah. I agree, five star hotel with wifi would be a million times better but hey. We have each other.”

“You suck.” She told him bluntly, crossing her arms as she tried not to shiver in her stylish albeit not warm, coat. “I hate snow. It’s just cold and wet and ugh. Let’s go inside, please? I’ll shout us drinks.” She pleaded, tucking her hands in her pockets. “That’s what I’ll be dreaming of tonight. No jokes.”

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ronanhenaghan:

“If I’m stupid then you’re stupid too because guess what? We both ended up here!” He laughed. “Um because we would have gambled all of our money away quicker than anything and ended up stuck there. Yes, yes you will.”

“I hate you, have I made that perfectly clear?” She pouted, grimacing as it began to snow around them. “This day just keeps getting worse and worse.” She complained, tilting her head back to look into the sky. “At least we’d be staying in a five start hotel instead of this... quaint? is that the word I’m looking for? Whatever... This place that even my grandmother would turn her nose up at.” 

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ronanhenaghan:

“Um no, I’m not an idiot. You’re an idiot for agreeing to come!” He said, smacking her arm. “Uh huh, you never will. You’ll love me forever.” He said, grinning and leaning his head on her shoulder.

“You so are. I’m just too loyal a friend to trust my instincts of how dreadful trips like this are.” She groaned. “Why couldn’t we have gone to Vegas instead? That would have been fantastic!” She enthused, before shaking her head at him accusatorially. “I’m sure there’ll come a day. Until then I guess I have to grin and bear it, huh?”

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ronanhenaghan:

“That’s why I’m bitching to you. It can be a two way bitching conversation.” He said, grinning at her. “You wish you did, but you don’t.”

“So basically us just agreeing with each other that you’re an idiot for thinking this was a good idea? We’re in agreement then.” She teased, shaking her head with a huff. “I’ll find a way to get over my affection for you one day, just you wait and see.”

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dominic--cross:

Dominic couldn’t believe how drawn to her he was. He blamed his weakness for beautiful girls. How could he deny such a pretty face? There wasn’t much he could do to save himself now. Dominic was doomed to crash and burn with her; something that would inevitably happen if they continued at this rate.He fell more under her influence as his high took over. He no longer gave a fuck if she knew what was on his mind, especially with the newfound knowledge that she liked directness. “Well, I can’t stop thinking about those lips, mm,” he kissed her, grabbing her face to his, being greedy with her. “I want to know what I have to do to get those lips all over me?” Dominic stopped himself, but still held her closely. While he looked into her dreamy blue orbs, he caught her bottom lip with his teeth, giving it a playful tug.

It certainly wasn’t an unusual event for Bianca, being kissed by a handsome stranger that was. She wasn’t entirely sober, he definitely wasn’t sober... and the feeling of his lips on hers was addictive. Letting out a quiet moan as he deepened the kiss, she pouted as he pulled away... only to smirk again at his comment. “Maybe I can’t stop thinking about your lips either, or that tongue of yours.” She began innocently, a coy smile beginning to grow. “Oh... I believe in equality... You know, I give what I get and all that.” She purred, meeting his gaze again before she wrapped her arms around his neck as he nipped at her lower lip. “Tease.”

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reedxdexmuller:

“I didn’t even want to go out tonight.” He said with a laugh as he looked up at the sky as he walked and the smile faded rather quickly as he realized that what he did was wrong. He shouldn’t have gone out tonight, or all those other nights before. “I messed up. I messed up a lot.” He admitted as he let his hand slowly unlatch from hers and kept his eyes locked in front of him, not daring to make eye contact with her.

“Then aren’t you glad I was here to save you?” She asked, a pleased smile spilling across her face. As he frowned again, she let out a soft sigh, refusing to let him dwell on the mistakes of the last few nights. “Reed. Don’t do this, not right now. Let’s just get you back to mine and we’ll have a good time. Come on.” She pleaded, gesturing for him to hold her hand again. “Don’t leave me hanging here.”

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reedxdexmuller:

“Walk.” he muttered as he let his hand link in between hers once they got outside. People were staring at him like he was crazy, but he’s used to those stares at this point. He knew that if he were to get into a car he’d probably end up throwing up. “I’m sorry, Bee…” He said sounding defeated as he let his sweaty head rest on her shoulder. “I…. I didn’t mean to be like this.” He said running his free hand through his already messy hair. 

“Good.” She began, smiling reassuringly again before she began walking, squeezing his hand supportively as they began heading back. While it wasn’t unusual for Bianca to be seen taking someone home from the clubs, ordinarily she was draped all around them instead of platonic hand holding. “Don’t apologise. You’re my friend. I love you the way you are, so stop worrying. I don’t mind doing this for you. It’s okay.” She soothed, bringing her other hand around to rub up and down his arm supportively. 

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ronanhenaghan:

‘Because I love you and you’re the only other person who is as much of a bitch as I am.”

“Then I’m not the person to bitch to, about this trip Ronan. Because I’ll just bitch right back at you.” She teased, before groaning slightly. “I hate you too.”