Now that she was up on her feet, heels clinking against the pathway as their bodies rocked alongside one another, Demetria couldn’t resist but lift her two wrists –– bangles of bracelets singing a melody that went solely with the beat box sounding steps of stilettos as her palms collided against one another to draw all musical attention to nothing but her single applaud. Amused hazels glimmered under the moonlight, the twinkling of glitter that danced behind two viridescents reflective of the stars that stained a navy sky with their shimmer. “Very good. Very good, indeed. Although I wouldn’t go around reciting your little monologue to just any girl walking around this campus, otherwise you might just have them quivering at the knees.” Her tone was dripping with its own style of seduction, though the whisper that rolled from her tongue also spread itself like butter –– a tease tainting her choice of wording as though she was attempting to speak on her own behalf, whilst mocking him. Their personalities were already beginning to bounce one another, their interests growing unveiled as smaller jokes were being cracked between the pair. Pretty bum… That was a nickname ( albeit, childish ) that the brunette could get used to. Truth be told, Demetria found his impression hilarious and had she not studied literature, she may not have grasped it. Though to understand something as complex as Shakespeare, it was important to demonstrate her own knowledge of other interpretations too. Demetria was savvy to reworkings and as cliché as it made her seem, her favourite would continue to be the Baz Luhrmann version of Romeo and Juliet.
“And did it? Did it work?”
Hanging on to every single word that the blonde had to offer, Demetria found her hazel hues entirely hypnotised by Leonard’s complete aura. Pearls clamped their way around a cherry blossom lip as excitement danced along her irises, her shoulder brushing against his every now and then as she followed him to the secret spot in which they hid the remainder of alcohol. There was a chord that struck within her soul, sparking curiosity as to why the two had never really spoken before. Perhaps, it was the fact that they both indulged in two completely different majors. Leo was a science nerd, whereas Demetria was the literature student who wrote about sparks between two elements ( a metaphor for two people ). Nevertheless, their paths were crossing now and that was what truly mattered. Two sporadic beings who were simply trying to find their place within a college and working towards two completely different goals and yet, their personalities just seemed to compliment one another’s perfectly.
As they found themselves clambering in to some smaller building, much like a modernised shed, the beauty found herself blinded by the white light –– squinting momentarily as she awaited her eyes to adjust, tugging at her leather jacket a little more to protect herself from the frozen temperatures of the room that kept the beer cold. The little set up that the leader of nerds had kitted out was rather impressive, though had Demetria found herself complimenting it, she may have boosted his ego and that was never a good idea. See, the second you gave a male reason to believe that he could do better than you, was when you lost him. And although in that moment, the brunette had no intentions of pursuing a romantic relationship, there was nothing wrong with a little flirting. Leonard did seem to be batting it back much like a tense game of table tennis. Autumnal hues watched as his figure gathered the specific beers they needed, fingertips roaming across bottles of liquor as though he was debating which ones made the cut and which ones would be saved for another occasion. Sneaking up behind him, the beauty found her own digits curving around his palm as her chin rest atop of his right shoulder –– allowing his fingers to stop playing their difficult game of ‘eeny meeny miny moe’, landing specifically on the one bottle of vodka that stood out from the rest. “How about that one?” Demetria whispered, knowing that the hot trail of breath that escaped from the confinements of her lips would most likely roll down the side of heck. Surely, that would be enough to cover him in goosebumps. See, the brunette was a SEDUCTRESS. She was somebody who knew exactly what she was doing and whilst she was not somebody for mindless one night stands, that didn’t mean that she couldn’t have her fun or attempt to put a hold on anybody she wanted. Though, as soon as she had implanted her little tease, the beauty found herself backing away –– hoisting her body to sit atop the waist-high refrigerator within the small room.
“Are you sure your muscles will be able to handle all of that?”
Cocking her head to one side, poking her tongue into the corner of her cheek, Demi allowed a smile to unveil the whites of her teeth –– once again, highlighting the cheeky attitude that she possessed, all whilst leaving her body language open for Leonard to make whatever move he felt was necessary. Perhaps, it was more of a test just to see what she could get away with… Demetria was in need of a friend who could make her feel relief and take away the stress from her degree, truth be told.
❛ &. ┊ He wasn’t even quite sure whether he ought to rise his brows in apparent question at the way in which vowels rolled over her lips, daring him to inch a little closer to the idea of taking this... in a different direction than he had planned to -- or furrowing them at the suggestion that he’d find himself under the imminent threat of being overfucked if he just played his cards right. His popularity amongst his female peers was no secret, the looseness of his attitude towards casual hook-ups neither, but swayed underneath what could vaguely be interpreted as a compliment, the unexpected suggestion that that was all he’d wanted out of it when leaving the heart of the scene and settling next to her on the staircase. And eventually was thus the expression on features torn, brows portraying a funny little game of which part of his confusion to show first, until the curiosity dripping off her tongue allowed him to take at least part of the control over the situation back.
“ Yeah, yeah -- ” absentminded, at least a little, and only reluctantly came the grin from before crept back onto his features. “ But I don’t hang out with lit students often. ” Which certainly was one way of drawing a line between the both of them, hand wrapping round the door knob to the building they, unbeknownst to most of the staff within, regularly used as some form of storage room -- at least until eventually being capable of investing in something less sly.
And she could have left it at that; poor Leonard Richards contemplating whether he’d taken the right turn, made the intelligent one of any offered decisions. But hand crept round his shoulder and he felt the same electrifying energy jolting through his bones as he’d done when fingertips had curled round his knee, her breathe hot against his neck and terribly efficient in distracting him from the bottles of beer positioned in front of his feet. How about that one? Eyes cast their gaze onto the bottle in question but, really, he felt more at display than the bottle’s decoratively written label. And yet had her whisper an almost bewitching effect on his brain’s motor cortex, large palm gripping the bottle automatically, without thinking, and it was as if his neurons had decided to prove himself before his pride could offer its five pence on the decision when arms picked up three boxes of beer at once, head turning only partially to look over his shoulder --
-- a terribly bad decision, really. He didn’t think she’d still stand so close.
❛ &. ┊ “ My muscles can handle a lot more than that, bookworm. “ A threat, perhaps? A promise? But either way was the given statement no better decision than the sudden closure of distance between faces -- his voice certainly didn’t sound as unaffected by her advances as he wanted it to be.
