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@ridethemrough

the room is heavy with incense-- the light is low--and the candles light the room dimly. “we just--need a break.” she smiles as she shuts her computer and moves torwards him. her hair is damp still--and curling around her face in ringlets. she sheds her clothing-- in moments and by the time she straddles his lap she’s in a lace bralette and panties--though she doubts she’ll keep either of those for long. “we can research in a minute--just-- let me distract you.” her skin is cinnamon in this light-- golden red and dark against the white, and when she straddles his lap the light dances across her skin. “physical activity can boost brain function--” she offers him a small smile and presses her mouth against his in a long over due kiss. “let me... stimulate.. your brain.”  

[loveisliquor]

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she feels his hand on her lap mid way through her steak. she’s done a good job so far of meeting his family-- though the idea of meeting anyones family confused her. they seem not to mind the quirky chinese girl with the large smile and cheeky commentary. he seems distracted through out most of the dinner and she’d held herself back from her desire to pry. his hand moves up the soft fabric of her dress, pushing it aside whilst is searches for her inner thigh and gray forces her mind to remain at the table, with his family and not on the fact that she was wearing no underwear as she asked about his uncles job. she glances at him as she takes a sip of wine and feels heat flood her face. a question from someone on the table jolts her into reality. “oh-- oh! right--yeah. sorry. wine makes me blush-- i have no idea why. i’ve always been that way.” her giggle is innocent-- but the way she spreads her legs a little is not. game on.

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     Schuyler knew that it was possibly a very bad idea what she was doing. It had been a few weeks since she and Victor had ended up going at it like animals on the floor of her home. Since then it was like he was a ghost and she had sort of been avoiding him. Finally she decided that she didn't want to hide. It had taken a lot of snooping but she managed to find his address. Of course she was nervous but she found herself walking through the hallway of his building. More than a few people had given her weird looks. A sigh escaped from her but she went to knock on the door. It took her by surprise when the door opened and she went to peer inside," Victor?" She slowly stepped inside and went to shut the door behind her," I got your address from the restaurant you work at," she said, not sure if he was even home," I just-I wanted to talk to you about everything, I hope this isn't a bad time."

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     "This isn't what I asked for!" hissed Vera, doing her best to contain her temper. Though it didn't seem to be working considering the man in front of her looked like he was going to burst into tears," I agreed to work with your company because I was told you are the best but this is shit!" She barely noticed that her assistant was standing at the door with Brent behind her. It had been about a month since he had started to work with her. They had barely seen any of each other because work consumed everything. She forced herself to stand upright, pushing her hair away from her eyes," Go fix it! And I swear to god if it isn't what we discussed you are fired!" The man was eagerly nodding before rushing to get out the door. She forced herself to take a deep breath, running a hand through her hair," Sorry," she apologized," Come in, I forgot we had a meeting." Her gaze went towards Irene who also looked nervous," All calls go on hold and do not let anyone in."

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    Addison wasn't entirely sure how everything had started. How she had ended up becoming involved with her professor. She had thought that it would be nothing more than a fling. But one night had turned into multiple. It had been months and he still hadn't grown tired of her. It was a bit odd for her to be sleeping with one of her professors. She had even ended up living with him even though she had a dorm. Her roommate barely noticed which was a relief. That day she found herself sitting in the lecture hall, chewing on the tip of her pen. Marcus had sent her a text to tell her to stay after. Time seemed to move slow but eventually he was dismissing everyone. She was fiddling around with her bag, acting as if he couldn't find something. The second that the hall was clear, Addison was climbing to her feet. She left her bag on her desk before walking down the steps and towards his desk," Hey," she said after a few seconds," Is everything okay? I thought I would just see you tonight." Part of her always felt nervous because she thought he would get tired of her. She knew his reputation somewhat but she hoped that maybe she was different. Even if that was an insane thought.

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she thinks nothing of it when the first bullet tears into her abdomen. for the first few moments her world seems filled with bullets-- like burning spears of pain-- they rip through her and she doesn’t have time to calculate how many she ends up with-- doesn’t have time to think about the trouble she has gotten herself into. instead she phones it in and manages to call 911 before succumbing to blood loss and pain. 

when she wakes she’s patched up and bullet free-- even though she still feels like swiss cheese. a part of her had hoped for a relatively normal evening-- a pick up and then a bridget jones marathon. instead she’d watched several of xin’s men die in what had been the bloodiest show of power she’d ever had the displeasure of seeing. 

they’re all patched up and sent on their way eventually-- she get’s an extended stay mostly because of the sheer damage-- and she tells xin that she managed to get the information but that she’d be unreachable for a few days. she isn’t sure what else to share--she’s sure his men will relay the rest of the details to him.

it isn’t until she’s hobbling around her kitchen a few days later in a pair of silk pyjamas that it occurs that she should have said more-- but he has enough to think about. not that she’s convinced he’d think about her anyway. despite one amazing night of sex-- neither have had any real time to talk. she’d woken up to a job that required her presence in paris and whatever they had started in his bedroom had ended there-- she hadn’t even seen him since she’d been back. the bullets had interrupted her plans to show him her new french lingerie. 

when she wakes to his surly presence in her kitchen yet again she’s almost completely unsurprised.  “I hope you came here to make me eggs. do you want tea? i’m putting the kettle on.” 

[rhemic]

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yeah i can only imagine how wild things got when the main games were going on where you are but it’s good that the dust is beginning to settle so things can calm down for you. I HAVE BEEN AVOIDING THE SUN, IT’S BEEN BEAUTIFUL BUT BUSY

ugh it was tourist central. literally if you had the slightest accent you were considered a tour guide. we actually commuted a few tourists just to help out. turned out into a pretty good time because we all ended up hanging out for the first weekend! IM HAPPY FOR YOU THOUGH YOU’VE PICKED UP A LOT OF SUN TIME OVER THE SUMMER. 

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FOR REAL WE KEEP MISSING EACH OTHER IT’S TRAGIC HOW’S IT BEEN GOING???

I DUNNO MAN, LIFE IS A BITCH

it been going pretty okay?? things are somewhat starting to settle but not so much at the same time because of paralymics?? but still much much better than the main games

how about you?? staying out of the sun?