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Standing at the edge of the dance floor, Everett indulged in another Old Fashion cocktail - the smooth aged whiskey burned deliciously as it slide down his throat. He was alone at the moment - watching members of his staff dance on the dance floor - it found it amusing to see the people he employed be set free to be themselves. Many of the straight laced members of his team were quit party animals when given the permission to unleash. A moving figure caught his eye, Freya - a natural born dancer she moved with a grace that made it look like she floated thru crowds - moving effortlessly between the members that lined the dance floor. Stepping onto the dance floor he cut thru the dancing members, skirting around them in his own less graceful way to make it to his beloved.

Clasping his large hand around her wrist, he smiled as she startled and turned - the look in her eyes one of fire and ready to scorn the person who had grabbed her - the ice melting quickly from her chocolate hues to warmth. “Dance with me?”

It wasn’t difficult to weave her way through the crowd with lowered inhibitions and heightened spirits. Despite the fact that she was herself a little tipsy, there was no stumble in the way she glided around, dark mahogany hues searching for that one face that was the balm to her soul. As the seconds ticked by and she couldn’t spot the man who dominated a room with just his presence, the more agitated she grew. Worry clawing at her chest.

Just then, she felt warm digits wrap around her slender wrist. Her eyes flashed with anger at someone’s audacity to put their hand on her. Reproach ready to fall of her tongue evaporated at the sight him. Her features brightened like the sun emerging from behind a dark cloud. “I have been looking everywhere for you,” she groused quietly, lacing her fingers with his, while her other hand set on his broad shoulder. “I’ll be happy to have this dance with you, mon cœur,” she added lovingly, leaning in to brush her lips against his cheek, careful not to leave a mark of her lipstick.

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His thumb stroked the back of her intertwined hands, his other finding its home at the small of her back. Stepping backwards towards the dance floor - her gentle air lite kiss brought a smile to his face. Although he loved the look of her with makeup on, it encumbered his ability to kiss her - although he didn’t mind her shade of red lipstick but it wasn’t something he needing to be wearing smeared on him at a work event. Stepping into the middle of the floor, Everett released his hold on Freya’s back and spun her around, the lights of the dance floor reflected like a kaleidoscope off of her fair skin. Snapping her back into his body, his hand slid across her lower back pulling her in tight to his body, the bourbon slowing his mind and speech “I think it’s been successful enough”, his eyes stuck to her hues, “I’m sure they wouldn’t miss us if we slipped away?” A Cheshire smile played across his lips, his need to smear her lipstick grew increasingly important to him.

[curlsncynefin]

Of course Freya would retaliate - he had indeed done his best to tease her while at home. His azure hues focused on her lush lips as she sipped champagne thru them, allowing his eyes to linger on them as she spoke and cast a mischievous smile at him. The feeling of her hand on his chest sent shockwaves thru his body - a simple touch from Freya, especially while his mind was in an other worldly place, could bring him to his knees. Taking a deep breath to attempt to clear the image of him pressing her into a dark corner, his eyes pulled away from her - “Touché ,” bowing his head so the intimate words were only heard by her, “please believe that the second I get you alone,” clearing his throat he erected his body, his eyes focused on hers, the words leaving his lips slow and at a whisper tone “that ass, is mine.” A playful school boy smile tugged at his chiseled features before turning his head to greet a guest.

Further into the party, Everett was a few good drinks into the night - the formalities of the gala were over and he was allowed to resume party mode, not having to worry about greeting every soul and forging future business deals.

While people only saw what Everett wanted them to see, Freya knew the love of her life more closely. She could see the heat in his guarded gaze, the way it stayed upon her lips. She noticed the way his body thrummed to her touch, even as he stood tall and dignified. She knew his wonderful mind was concocting some dark fantasies. The brunette bit at the corner of her bottom lip to suppress the Cheshire Cat smile that threatened to unfurl across her face. Their gazes met with such swirling heat that, if she could spare a thought, she’d wonder how so many people could be oblivious to the bubbling desire that rolled off them in waves. Leaning forward, she planted a quick kiss to his cheek, tucking a whispered, “I would love that,” in his ear, as she pulled back with a smile as bright as his.

She had already enjoyed two flutes of champagne while getting ready for the gala, and as the evening wanted into night she had indulged a bit more in the delicious French bubbly that was her favourite drink. Most of the times she stayed by her fiancé’s side, however, other times she was pulled away by someone or the other, engaged in conversations that she could hold even if she wasn’t too well versed on the intricacies of the subject being discussed. Those who thought that the woman was good enough to discuss only fashion and dance with, only judged the book by its cover. “I will convey that impeccable piece of advice to him, for sure,” she chuckled, managing to extract herself in search of her fiancé who she had not seen over the last few minutes, even though not a moment went by when her eyes didn’t search for him in the crowd.

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Standing at the edge of the dance floor, Everett indulged in another Old Fashion cocktail - the smooth aged whiskey burned deliciously as it slide down his throat. He was alone at the moment - watching members of his staff dance on the dance floor - it found it amusing to see the people he employed be set free to be themselves. Many of the straight laced members of his team were quit party animals when given the permission to unleash. A moving figure caught his eye, Freya - a natural born dancer she moved with a grace that made it look like she floated thru crowds - moving effortlessly between the members that lined the dance floor. Stepping onto the dance floor he cut thru the dancing members, skirting around them in his own less graceful way to make it to his beloved.

Clasping his large hand around her wrist, he smiled as she startled and turned - the look in her eyes one of fire and ready to scorn the person who had grabbed her - the ice melting quickly from her chocolate hues to warmth. “Dance with me?”

[curlsncynefin]

The cameras had gathered for him. For the powerful man who commanded the respect of the city-wide elites at such a young age. For the tender man who smiled so lovingly at her. It always made her heart swell with happiness to know how much he was adored by the people, and how much respect he commanded in the society. Her small hand slipped into his bigger, warmer one as she turned around to step out of the limousine, the slit in her dress exposing her leg all the way up to the thigh. The brunette knew it had attracted her beloved’s attention. She smiled a private smile to herself, before posing with him for the cameras. Together, they made one gorgeous couple who made a lot of heads turn and a lot of people jealous.

As they moved inside, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries, Freya kept a bright welcoming smile on her lips. She loved meeting new people and making acquaintances. Maybe she wasn’t the ideal hostess, but that didn’t mean she didn’t like mingling. Which was why she had settled quite easily into the socialite lifestyle. She was taking a sip of her champagne when her darling redirected his gaze at her. A mischievous smile glimmered behind the glittering crystal. “Consider it payback for all that teasing while we were getting ready?” She teased right back, raising a brow at him as she ran her free hand up his chest, patting it right above where his heart was. 

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Of course Freya would retaliate - he had indeed done his best to tease her while at home. His azure hues focused on her lush lips as she sipped champagne thru them, allowing his eyes to linger on them as she spoke and cast a mischievous smile at him. The feeling of her hand on his chest sent shockwaves thru his body - a simple touch from Freya, especially while his mind was in an other worldly place, could bring him to his knees. Taking a deep breath to attempt to clear the image of him pressing her into a dark corner, his eyes pulled away from her - “Touché ,” bowing his head so the intimate words were only heard by her, “please believe that the second I get you alone,” clearing his throat he erected his body, his eyes focused on hers, the words leaving his lips slow and at a whisper tone “that ass, is mine.” A playful school boy smile tugged at his chiseled features before turning his head to greet a guest.

Further into the party, Everett was a few good drinks into the night - the formalities of the gala were over and he was allowed to resume party mode, not having to worry about greeting every soul and forging future business deals.

[curlsncynefin]

The brunette smiled wide at the Eskimo kiss. Though it soon turned into a pout when he unwrapped her arms from around his neck. She knew they needed to be there, she knew it was important, but she could also be a little disappointed about having to get ready when he looked so enticing. She realised how he must’ve felt earlier that day, when she left his office after teasing him. Boy, did it ache her to see his retreating form.

Touching up her lipstick, and collecting her things in a Chanel clutch, Freya sashayed out the walk in closet just in time to hear her beau call for her. They met half way, and that puppy dog look in his eyes made her chuckle, shaking her head lovingly at him. “You shouldn’t be allowed to give that look,” she chuckled, taking the bow-tie from him, their fingers grazing softly as she did. Stepping closer, she inhaled his tempting scent as she worked on the perfect bow. “What do you do when I’m not here to tie these?” She teased him, aware that he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself. With one final tug, the brunette announced, “There! All done!” Her hands rested flat on his chest, admiring how he rivalled a demigod. “Let’s get going, handsome?”

The drive to the venue was short. They had decided to take the town car, because Freya didn’t want him driving back after entertaining guests all evening. Sitting comfortably, snuggled close, in the stretch limousine the couple arrived at the gala to a flash of cameras.

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“Let’s”, his arm wrapped around her lithe frame and soon they were in the limo on the way to his event. She was stunning in all white - his mind wondered how long it’d be until she was wrapped in white and walking towards him on the would undoubtedly be the best day of his life - the day she became his wife. The flash of light drew his from his day dream as they arrived to the walk up carpet of the event, his eyes scanning the small crowd that gathered around before turning and looking at Freya. Her warm kind dark hues smiling back at him, his chest swelled with pride when she looked at him that way - he felt like he could accomplish anything with her at his side.

Soon the door was being opened for them, Everett slid out of the car offering his hand as assistance for her, his eyes catching an exposed toned thigh as she crept from the limo - his pulse increasing at the sight of her exposed skin, the image of his hands sliding up her hairless thighs earlier that day flashed in his mind. Almost as if she knew what he was thinking she adjusted herself and stood at her full length next to him, his hand reaching for hers.

After a few staged photos, Everett ushered her through the crowd - stopping to offer his hellos and promises of shared drinks once inside. His eyes turning back to take in her sweet face once more “You really do look ravishing,” his eyes trailed down her length “I didn’t notice the slit detail before...” A devious grin crossed his face “Are you trying to give me a heart attack, don’t you think I’ve gotten my ration of torture today?”

[curlsncynefin]

While it did sound cliché, it was true that before Freya met Everett her life was dull. A shell of what it was currently. Did she enjoy luxuries? Of course. However, even her parents didn’t take care of her as well as her fiancé did. If she was a princess at her parents’ house, Everett treated her like nothing less than an empress. She loved the man so much because he had earned it. He had earned her trust, as well as her devotion. She wasn’t attracted to his demigod like appearance. Every fibre of his being, every thought, every look, every touch, every habit, attracted the brunette to him. 

His scent reached her before he did, her gaze drifting in the mirror to take in his clean shaven appearance. The towel tied so teasingly low that she craved to undo it. A contented sigh left her as she leaned back against him, letting his warm embrace envelope her petite form, her head leaning away to grant him full access to her shoulder. Chuckling softly, she lovingly looked met his eyes in the mirror. “I need to keep up with my handsome fiancé,” she hummed, smiling humbly at the compliments he showered her with. Turning around in his arms, she wrapped hers around his neck and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, careful not to smudge her lipstick. “Thank you, mon amour. Though, we need to get moving, otherwise we won’t be able to leave here.” The softness in her chocolate hues gave way to a naughty gleam.

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Before Freya, Everett was know for being a play boy - no women was capable of holding his attention longer then a month and he was always on to the next best thing. He still reflected back to the day he first saw Freya - the graceful way she moved across the stage, later after her performance he met her in her stunning gown at the benefit’s dinner. She was composed and completely unbothered by his existence - she didn’t swoon like the other girls did. She was intelligent and had her own agenda. It wasn’t until nearly a month later of working for every second of her time that she finally gave herself over to him and the memory of her breathless panting still sent shivers down his spine.

The same determined, ethereal woman stood draped against him, but now they shared a mutual obsession with each other. It had taken months for Everett to earn her undying trust and faith, the most precious and unwavering gift she’d ever given him - each day he worked to insure he was everything she dreamed of. Leaning his head down to offer her a lite Eskimo kiss, his hands reaching up to hers, pulling them from around his neck. “You are right, it’d be impolite to be late to my own gala.”

Striding out of her closet, moving towards the master bedroom. Everett stripped the towel from around his waist and tossed it on the bed. Retrieving a pair of underwear, under shirt and pair of dress socks he slipped them on carefully, before slipping into his designer suit. Soon he was dress, finding the bow tie and cuff links Freya had selected for him. “Baby!” He called to her from the master grabbing the bow tie he’d need assistance with “help.” His eyes falling on her as he rounded the corner his eyes pleading like a lost puppy for help.

[bustyprincesses]

When your RP partner is way better than you and you have to write your reply

[curlsncynefin]

A soft laugh fell from her lips before she jumped slightly at the spank, gasping softly. Her gaze following his retreating form, with longing colouring them, till he reached the master bath. With a wistful sigh, she too returned to what had kept her occupied before his arrival, though now she wanted to be under the water with him than standing before the dresser picking out her jewellery. She had finally chosen what she wanted, and worn them, when her beloved called for her. “Yes, love?” She emerged in the doorway, watching his tempting form through the foggy door. She could feel her heart race. Teeth nipped at her lower lip, as she tried to focus on his and not at the shaft the outline of which she could make out despite the door being foggy. She knew he was toying with her, getting back at her for how she had left him hanging that afternoon, but god was he good. In a deliciously bad way. “Okay, darling,” she replied, gaze dipping down to his length one last time before she turned around and left. Her mind a haze of what all they could be doing under that shower instead of getting ready for the blasted event. By the time he returned, she had put on her dress and picked out his tie and cuff links, and was admiring herself in the mirror, finishing off her second glass of champagne.

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Everett lived for the tension in the air between them - he appreciated their relationship because even though they had been together for quit some time there was still that raw attraction and sexual energy between the two of them. They were a team in every sense and took keeping things spicy as a major priority in their union.

Watching her swish out of the room, his eyes devoured her tight rear end - a naughty thought involving the white thong and it’s removal with his teeth flashed behind his eyes as he washed his hair and body clean.

Once showered, Everett took care in reshaving his face - applying all his toiletries, with his used towel wrapped around his lower half. After grooming himself to near perfection he sought out to find Freya and dress himself. Rounding the door frame of her luxury closet his eyes fell upon her - she was perfect. The white dress left little to his imagination. She was sexy, classic and exuded wealth. Crossing the room to her, he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her back into his strong frame, a few sweet kisses scattered over her exposed shoulder “will you ever stop outdoing yourself?” Looking into her eyes thru the reflection in the mirror “really, you only get better and better.” A sincere boyish grin pulled at his lips as his wide palms traveled up her sides.

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Her face leaned into his touch, enjoying the warmth of his hand that wielded so much power. The bottom lip along which his thumb stroked trembled as she drew in a shaky breath. Every time he touched her a need blossomed within her that would make her petite frame tremble deliciously. She could it help but chuckle at his words, delighted to know that she had been on his mind all day. Seeing his lower lip tucked between his teeth made her want to sooth it with her tongue. Unknowingly, her tongue flicked over her own bottom lip, while her gaze stayed on his. “Mmh… I’m your little minx,” she whispered, locking her chocolate hues with his. His trailing hand made her sigh, smiling softly as sinful thoughts clouded her mind briefly. Her eyes fluttered close at the kiss to her forehead, her smile stretching wide, head bowing a little. “Let me know if you need a hand,” she replied with a mischievous grin.

Pushing off from the door frame, a playful smile pulled at his lips “if I had you help me, you’d be incapably of leaving this suite.” Reaching down he spanked her thigh playfully before leaving her in her glamdom. In the large master bath, Everett prepared a steam shower while he checked his visage in the tall length mirror, a wide palm brushing over his 5 o’clock shadow, stepping in the large steam shower he called to Freya “Sweets!” Reaching for his luxury cedar wood smelling shampoo he squeezed some into his hand, hearing her response he spoke as he massaged the liquid into his hair “would you mind picking out a tie and cufflinks for me to compliment your look?” He smiled at her thru a foggy door, stepping forward his sudsy length in full view. As much as she had teased him earlier he felt like it was fair to give her a taste of her own medicine.

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Keres knew he was watching her every move, she could feel it. His eyes bore into her frame as she danced with the other male, his lips kissing all over her upper body. If only the guy knew that she didn’t love him, nor did she see a future with him. Her parents wanted her to date a ‘nice boy from a good family.’ Someone that they could talk about to their friends at the country club. That was all Elliot was to her, but he was too smitten with her to even notice that she faked her orgasms with him every time they fucked.

The male soon moved behind her, grinding against her ass as her hands slid along his arm. His teeth sucked on her earlobe, licking lines of his saliva along the crook of her neck. Keres opened one eye to see Scott nearly fuming in the corner, hands tightening into fists as his gaze never left her. Elliot pulled her chin to him for one last kiss before he pulled away, telling the blonde that he was going to go drink and smoke some ‘shit.”

This allowed the blonde to finally be left alone, long enough for her to see Scott move his head in the direction of the kitchen; urging her to follow. Which she did, happily. She strode into the kitchen behind the taller male, a smirk covering her lips as he stopped in the smallest corner by the pantry. “Did you enjoy the show? I taught him to do that.” She said in a cocky tone, tongue appearing to wet her lips as her head cocked to the side. Tits were on fully display for him in the lacy bra that she wore as a shirt, mini skirt barely leaving anything to the imagination.

His eyes scanned the crowded kitchen, looking for a quite corner where no one would notice the two of them. There were a medley of people in the cramped room - most of all of them from the town the two had grown up in so somehow everyone knew everyone, how they had gone as long sneaking around as they had without being caught was a misery to him. Luckily enough everyone was caught up in their own activities, most heavily intoxicated at this point, some enjoying casual lines off the kitchen island, most tucked into their own corners sucking each others faces off. Looking over his shoulder he reached around, grabbing hold of Keres’s arm and tugging her around him, pushing her into the groove of the wall, his large frame blocking anyones view of who he had pinned in front of him. Towering over the stacked blonde,  his hand released her wrist, pushing it away from him. She loved the torture and as much as he hated to admit it - so did he. It fuel the aggression he took out on her, she fueled and stoked that fire because she wanted to be fucked, manhandled and left satisfied. Her snide comment dropped a little gasoline into the fire that churned in his core, her pushing was wearing him thin and the only reason he didn’t fuck her against the pantry wall was because of their agreement. He didn’t personally care if tittybaby Elliot got his feelings hurt - he simply cared about loosing the fantastic fuck that Keres was. If anyone found out, he’d loose that opportunity so he bit his tongue played his cards right and fucked the shit out of Keres any chance he was given.

Peering behind him quickly making sure no one was watching, his large hand snapped into action quicker then Keres could reach. Soon the same etherial neck Elliot was sucking on was pressed firmly into his palm, his thick fingers wrapped around the column of her neck. His head turned, shark like eyes absorbing the shock in her face as a snide smile crept across his face - the whiskey burning his gut. His voice coming out as a growl “do you think i give a shit about that pathetic loser and what you’ve taught him?” His eyes scanned down to her well endowed chest, “you know you didn’t invite me here to watch, you invited me here to give you what you’re not gettin” a devious little smirk played across his lips, his hand loosening it’s grip, move up to cup her chin before the wide pad of his moved across her lower lip, pushing it down slightly. His eyes following his process before they flashed to hers, the sharpness in then softening a bit as he played his domineering role.

[yesdarinaus]

[roddyjo]

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Chloë Grace Moretz

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Her signature scent — from shampoo to perfume — was always floral and citrusy. Sweet and sour just like her. It complemented the spring blossom outside that she cultivated with care in her free time. An assortment of seasonal flowers in their rooftop garden. It still lingered in the air as she got ready for the evening. So, lost in her own glamour session she was that the brunette didn’t even notice her beau’s reflection in the mirror. Deciding on the perfect jewellery require a lot of concentration and precision. Digits tapping along her slender neck, head tilted to the side, her chocolate hues were scanning the contents on her dresser when her beloved’s voice pulled her out with a slight jump. “Everett!” She breathed, features instantly lighting up with a smile as she met his eyes in the mirror before turning around. “When did you come?” Her lithe frame glided over to where he stood, looking nothing less than Adonis incarnate. Her gaze wandered down his frame that casually leaned in the doorway, and for a moment she forgot all about the expensive jewels on her table, the dress, the event they had to attend. Her hands slipped into his hair, before she leaned in to greet him with a passionate kiss. “A dress that I think you’ll like.” She winked. While it wasn’t short, but the way it hugged her figure left little to imagination. ““How was your day, mon cœur?”

His eyes consumed her in the perfectly lit mirror she reflected into, her excitement was contagious and made his heart swell as she cleared the space between them. A smirk lit up his face as her words were caught in her throat, his nakedness received the response he’d hoped for. Looking down at her thru sheepish lids as she tangled her fingers thru his hair, he smiled into their kiss. The champagne melted with the taste of her causing the hair to stand up on the back of his neck - his body involuntarily reached to Freya. As she pulled away from the kiss, his eyes took in her perfectly made face and hair, eyes scanning over her features as if to remember them forever, as she spoke about her dress and asked him about his day. Standing up a little straighter, his hand reaching to cup her face gently before the wide pad of his thumb stroked her lower lips “Well, it was nearly impossible to get anything done with the daydreams your visit created.” His eyes pulled down to her lower lip, taking his own between his teeth. “You’re a terrible little minx, you know.” His eyes flashed back to hers before a devious grin played across his five o’clock shadow. The twitter of piano keys playing in the background, his hand slipping down her neck to her shoulder “Well, I need to get cleaned up” Gently pressing a light kiss to her forehead to insure he didn’t fuss her makeup.

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She would do anything for the man who seemed almost dazed right now, but could command the respect of an entire room with just one look. In fact, her body seemed to rebel with her mind when she began to pull away from him. She craved him like a thirsty man craved water in the scorching desert. Yet, she let her mind take control. Teasing him had its own perks. She knew what she was going to get come night, and she was so excited that throughout her dress shopping she couldn’t keep the smile off her face.

Soothing melody flowed on the cool air, while the brunette stood in front of the mirror deciding if the earring that she had on would go with the dress that she had chosen for the evening. With a sigh, she began to remove them. Her dresser twinkled like a starry sky with the amount of diamond jewellery that was strewn around like constellations. Wearing a sheer, black agent provocateur gown, with a white thong— of the same brand — underneath, that was clearly visible through the gown, and nothing else. A dress from Ralph Lauren was carefully laid upon the ottoman, in its cover. Her hair already done, she just stared at the assortment of bling while sipping on the champagne.

Striding into the master suite, he found his Givenchy suit lane across their king size bed - quickly his mind when into considerations of what shoes, tie, and cufflinks were needed to adorn his ensemble. The smell of Freya’s shampoo and body wash lingered on the air in their room, a warm smile spread across his lips knowing she was on the other side of the wall - undoubtedly looking stunning in whatever garment she’d chosen for the night. Walking into their master bath on the way to his walk in, he smiled as he peeked into her sanctuary of designer garments. It was moments like this where she was completely in her own element, absorbed in her love for her diamonds and life of luxury that he was able to admire her unnoticed. She was a gem herself, petite and lean, seductive with an air of innocents, elegant and stunningly beautiful. His eyes scanned from her toes, over the perk roundest of her bum and up to the thinly vailed chest, before finishing on her sweet full lips that drew expensive champagne thru them. Smiling gently he retreated into his walk in now wanting to interrupt to glamming rituals. Once out of his clothes in his full naked glory he crossed across their marble laid bathroom to her walk in, pushing the door open and leaning into the door frame - admiring her once again as she floated thru the room in her barely there lingerie. Clearing his throat he pulled his flute of Champagne back to his lips taking a healthy sip before addressing her “Well, what did you find today?” His eyes cast over the garment bag that laid atop her ottoman.