We Could Get Down

Jeez. Long showers and sex. I suppose you could do far worse in terms of hobbies.

I do watch a film every so often, actually.

I refuse to believe it, you must do something else in between.

Few things strike my fancy.

What have you been up to, MacKenzie? Other than stealing away innocence.

That's my life's work.

#alexis #swag

Well, you’ve got plenty to kick start it for in here…though I can’t be sure if that’s a good or bad thing yet. I think I’ll consider myself lucky for not needing your, ah, generosity. Poor souls won’t know what hit ‘em.

Oh, it's always enjoyable.

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Meg Myers - Desire

I wanna taste you I wanna skin you with my tongue I’m gonna kill you I’m gonna lay you in the ground

#music

Now MacKenzie, hasn’t anyone told you that you shouldn’t urge young, gullible people to have sexual intercourse with other young, gullible people? You should be down right ashamed of yourself.

Everyone has to grow out of their young, gullible selves eventually. I'm just kickstarting the whole process.

Being generous, really.

…Or anyone else I may know, for that matter. It’d be awkward.

Perhaps you need to experience them firsthand then.

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Cold Hearts, Warmer Bodies // Nathan & MacKenzie

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It was very true that everywhere Nathan went, he felt the desire to leave his mark on everyone he met. Obviously his mark was rarely physical, save for cases like MacKenzie, but most people remembered him, and knew who he was. Rather, they knew what he told them. They never actually knew who he was. MacKenzie, and unfortunately Jane, were two that would have the advantage of knowing a bit more about him than most others, for it was through sex that Nathan unintentionally revealed the colder, truer details of himself.

His eyes never left MacKenzie as he expected her to comply with his wishes. Subconsciously, he was sure he didn’t actually expect her to go along with what he had asked, considering that wasn’t the type of girl he took her for, not in the slightest. Nathan didn’t expect her to turn the tables on him, however. Few people had left physical marks on him during intercourse, but MacKenzie seemed intent on doing so, and Nathan was far too intrigued to protest, even despite his distaste for blemishes of any kind.

The feeling of her mouth on his skin and the intensity in the gesture said more than anyone could have ever verbalised. It was an unspoken challenge to show him that this was not just his game anymore. The minute he had tangled his life with MacKenzie’s, he had opened up the contest. Smirking slightly, Nathan watched her undress after she had marked him, and frustration knitted his brows together for a fraction of a second when she toyed with her waistband. His eyebrows normalized, surprisingly, when MacKenzie settled on pleasing herself while he watched.

Nathan pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side, much like she had done with her clothes. Running his fingertips through his hair beforehand, his own jeans landed in the pile soon after. But much like MacKenzie, the last garment covered his stirring organ. Nathan arched a brow now and strided towards her, to shove her against the wall nearest to them. His hands rested on either side of the wall, caging MacKenzie in, and continuing the teasing by not yet touching her. Instead, he leaned back in and kissed her neck once, then trailing along her jawline to meet with the corner of her lips soon after. His own green eyes finally moved from hers and slid down her body, though that was not his focus. Removing one of his hands from the wall, he copied her, and made sure she could see as his hand ghosted between them, only to palm teasingly at his cock. In a low voice, Nathan murmured to her, his teeth nipping at her earlobe now. “You won’t win, MacKenzie.” He breathed her name as he finished the statement, his accent twisting around the words.

Certainly, MacKenzie wasn't the type of girl to willingly indulge in anything anyone asked of her. Needless to say, she was especially less compliant when it came to sex. Having been through numerous sexual encounters, she knew what made things run smoother, what was more fun, and what drove people insane, no pun intended. Rarely was her cooperation the key to a good time.

And just as rarely did she meet someone like Nathan, who knew what he wanted, knew how to get it, but played his way to the goal, rather than straight shooting. The words 'just my type' came to mind immediately once she considered it and it only seemed to increase the heat of the moment even more, at least on her end.

Caged in under Nathan's close proximity, MacKenzie's eyes followed his down to where she had assumed he was going to watch her pleasure herself. But rather than do that, he touched himself and MacKenzie indulged him by slipping up and biting down on her lower lip at the very sight of it. She caught herself soon after though, just in time to register what he was saying to her. MacKenzie didn't respond instantly.

Pulling her fingers from her wetness, she slid her hand up his toned abdomen and used her still slightly coated index finger to playfully pull his bottom lip down for a second. MacKenzie leaned in and kissed him, a smirk toying at her features with her lips pressed to his. It was then that she responded with a well sculpted lie. "I know, but I'm not playing to win, Nathan," intentionally, his name came from her lips in a breathless moan, "I just like to play."

With that, she kissed him on the lips, and then on the neck as she slid down to the ground. Surprisingly, MacKenzie rarely did oral, but something was telling her that it'd be the best way to transition. Before even touching him, she finished undressing, slipping her panties off effortlessly, and grazing her fingertip along her clitoris for a second more. Peering out devilishly from under dark lashes, the nympho smirked when she removed his boxers, revealing his cock. As always, MacKenzie observed his size and only hoped he was skilled with actually using it. She didn't doubt it, though. Angling her head towards his member, MacKenzie's hand wrapped around it and stroked him a few times, varying in her rhythm, before her lips travelled along his length. The kisses were paired with her fingertips exploring the opposite side of his cock and every so often, she would gently drag her fingernail against his sensitive skin. Not forgetting herself, her free hand massaged at one of her breasts as she worked his cock, only to slide it down, where she inserted one of her digits into her wetness, pumping it while her tongue met with the tip of Nathan's cock. Her mouth closed around just the tip, and her tongue continued to swirl around it. MacKenzie's hand stroked the rest of his length in a tantalizing motion, with just enough pressure from her nails. Each time she reached the base of him, her thumb rubbed teasing circles along his ballsack. MacKenzie moaned purposefully against the tip of his member, creating a vibrating sensation against it.

I’m torn between “that’s interesting tell me more” and “oh dear god don’t say another word”, but I think I’m going to go with the second. So, oh dear god please don’t tell me your sex story about Nathan Fox.

Fair enough, to each their own.

[Alexis furrowed her eyebrows for a moment before chuckling and shaking her head.] That boy sure gets around. At least you seem pleased with it.

Of course I am. It's not every day you meet someone who actually knows what he's doing.

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Cold Hearts, Warmer Bodies // Nathan & MacKenzie

For quite possibly the only time going into a sexual encounter, Nathan was extraordinarily aroused from the moment it began. MacKenzie Fay was not only a physically pleasing woman, but her attitude and mind were those of very few people he had ever had the pleasure to meet in his eighteen years of life.

Nathan didn’t care that they were about to fuck in a very public place; it was nothing he hadn’t done before. There was a good chance they’d be caught, and the fact that MacKenzie didn’t even care about that fact sent a shiver down his spine, though one he did not visibly express.

Instead, his hand wrapped around her wrist under his shirt, with her nails dug into his abdomen, and he pulled away from their kiss to lick his lips. He kept his grasp on her wrist, and moved his mouth down to press a kiss to her neck. Lightly at first, he suckled at her skin, teeth grazing the area as he did so. His free hand moved expertly to unfasten her bra again. “You wasted your time putting this back on.” Nathan murmured with amusement against her skin.

His hand remained on her back though, only sliding down to grasp at her side, digging his nails into her now. Once a satisfying mark was left on MacKenzie’s neck, he returned to kiss her on the lips. Nathan angled his head to the side and slid his tongue into her mouth, running it along her teeth for the first seconds. Then he pulled away again and even took a step back. His eyes scanned her and a smirk twitched at his lips. Nathan spoke after taking a moment to actually appreciate her body. “Take the rest off for me.” He spoke softly, but the amusement in his voice had vanished, replaced with a cold desire instead, icy green eyes locked on her.

MacKenzie prided herself on...well...every aspect of herself. It was no surprise to her how many people in her lifetime had found her to be desirable. She was, most certainly, not an idiot, either. Every fuck had a different motive, and rarely was it just to fuck. But that seemed to be what Nathan wanted. Just a fuck. There was something about Nathan, though, that she almost ached for, but would not admit.

His name was one she had heard too many times in the halls, from the mouths of her companions, and even from passing by doctors. But she wasn't one for gossip. She needed him firsthand. It was funny what one could assume from conversation, and she knew immediately that she shouldn't play his games, and this was probably one of them. And it only made her want to keep playing, because if anyone was a fair competitor: it was her. She would play, and she would keep him from winning, simply because it would be more fun that way.

The brown haired girl nearly scowled when he pressed his mouth to her neck, as she knew what was to come. Oh well. She allowed him to leave his mark, but when he pulled back after his tongue explored her mouth, MacKenzie did not comply with his wishes. Instead, she closed the distance between them again, and shook her head. Wordlessly, MacKenzie tangled one hand into his hair and pulled his head to the side with it. Now it was her turn to leave her mark on him. She rarely gave hickeys or lovebites, but when she did: she made sure they hurt, especially this one. So as her teeth lightly pricked at his smooth skin, she applied unnecessary pressure, and then closed her mouth around the area. Pleased with her work, MacKenzie pulled away, put one hand on Nathan's chest, and pushed him back slightly, with very little force, and then casually slid her hand down her bare torso, spending a few seconds too long when she massaged her breasts. Her eyes met Nathan's and she continued to trail her hand south before unfastening her jeans uninterestingly and kicking them to the side.

Now her fingertips pulled at the waistband of her lace panties, though not immediately removing them. Rather than do that, she snuck one of her fingers into them, and within seconds, with her eyes still on the Irish teen's, she rubbed her clit with it, feeling a warm pleasure surge through her body.

"You first." She smiled as she spoke just as quietly while she began to pleasure herself, her light eyes darting from his, down to the clothes he wore, and then back up to his noticeably cold eyes. MacKenzie didn't care about the ice and malice that had taken over, because after all, two could play at that game.

Ah! Yes, I get those sometimes. They’re very rare. Like meteor showers. But instead of awesome space rocks, they’re just words I say that happen to make sense. Still impressive, I like to think.

#she just feels like bragging about that one #and also yay

[blinking, she glances down and then points to one of the marks on her neck] Nathan Fox.

If that’s the case I don’t want to imagine what the rest of you looks like.

You have a point.

#o #snizzle

Still better than the infirmary. You look like you’re having a sexually rough day, christ ‘Kenz, you’re going to turn purple and blue if you get any more hickeys.

I do try to tell them not to use the neck. But men will be men.

#tess pls

Go be social, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. You have to leave your room eventually, they said. What a load of crap. [Alexis muttered the words quietly under her breath as she trudged down the halls and back to her room, shivering slightly and soaking wet. Some patient had thought it would be funny to knock her into the pond, but unlike the time with Kieran, Alexis was not amused and, after finally managing to get away from the obnoxious patient, just desperately wanted to get out of the freezing wet clothing.]