It's Just a Kiss Away

Oh, well what a nice surprise. My name's Mick and I'm in the Rolling Stones, but...er, not...."that Mick"--the other one. Oh, it doesn't really matter. I play guitar. Nice to meet you. (Multiship/Multi-era Roleplay Blog)

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Improvement

Improve Your Writing Habits Now

5 Ways to Add Sparkle to Your Writing

Getting Over Roleplaying Insecurities

Improve Your Paras

Why the Right Word Choices Result in Better Writing

4 Ways To Have Confidence in Your Writing

Writing Better Than You Normally Do

How’s My Driving?

Describing

A Description Resource

55 Words to Describe Someones Voice

Describing Skin Colors

Describing a Person: Adding Details

Emotions Vocabulary

90 Words For ‘Looks’

Be More Descriptive

Describe a Character’s Look Well

100 Words for Facial Expressions

To Show and Not To Tell

Words to Describe Facial Expressions

Describing Clothes

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Writing Help for Writers

Ultimate Writing Resource List

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Body Language Cheat

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Types of Crying

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Words Instead of Walk (2)

Commonly Confused Adjectives

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25 Synoms for ‘Expession’

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Words to Keep Inside Your Pocket

The 13 Trickiest Grammar Hang-Ups

Other Ways to Say..

Proofreading

300+ Sophiscated and Underused Words

List of Misused Words

Words for Sex

100 Beautiful and Ugly Words

Words to Use More Often

Alternatives for ‘Smile’ or ‘Laugh’

Three Self Editing Tips

Words to Use Instead of ‘Walk’, ‘Said’, ‘Happy’ and ‘Sad’

Synonyms for Common Words

Alternatives for ‘Smile’

Transitional Words

The Many Faces and Meanings of ‘Said’

Synonyms for ‘Wrote’

A Case Of She Said, She Said

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Domination and Submission

Making Love

A Smut Guide

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Different Types of Kisses

Writing Out the First Kiss

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[themicktaylor]

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Imagine this in your living room. 

[lamystical]

[helen-of-london]

sticky fingers

[helen-of-london]

Helen wasn’t daft– she could tell when a person was lying. And Mick wasn’t a particularly good liar; his voice was monotone, his eyes tired and worn down, his smile limp, with lines forming at the edge of his mouth. Her lips pointed downwards in a sympathetic frown; she knew the feeling of simply everything going wrong at once, and she had a knack for recognizing it in others. 

“Hey, Mick, you doing okay?” Her tone of voice was gentle and soft, her eyes doe-like and inviting as she looked up to him. Her brows were knit together with a sense of worry– obviously exaggerated by her alcohol consumption, but nevertheless genuine. The loud, roaring sound of guitar filled the room, so Helen leaned in closer to he could hear her, making herself comfortable against the wall that he, too, was leaning against.

Helen got that queasy, uneasy feeling of questioning morality and ethics in her stomach once more. She had been invited to complete an assignment, but at the same time, she’d met Mick before- she knew he was a nice, kind, simple man, and clearly he wasn’t doing too well. Sure, success mattered to her, but she felt like an asshole if she left this guy without no other opportunity except to drink himself to misery. As she looked around, the pure hedonism of it all struck her- lines of cocaine being snorted, large, expensive bottles of champagne being popped, everyone swaying and touching in pursuit of personal pleasure and adrenaline rushes. No one else seemed to care how out of it the guitarist seemed. 

“Hey, Mick, if you’d like, I’ve taken all the photos I need for tonight. If it’ll perk you up, we can get outta here. I know a coffeeshop that’s open late, or if you’d like, you can snuggle up with my pup and I can make a mean cup of tea, or a gin and tonic, or whatever. You can watch my telly or somethin’.” She looked up at him tenderly, and cracked a friendly, sympathetic smile, “In short, if you wanna get away and cool off from all the chaos for a moment, my place is open to crash. I got a real comfy couch and warm blankets and a nice dog. You look like you need it. But y’know, the choice is yours,” she said sweetly and softly, shrugging and taking a sip from her champagne flute as she went back to glancing around the party. 

[themicktaylor]

Mick gazed drearily into his glass, watching the minute bubbles of carbonation dance around in the pale yellow liquid as if that was far more interesting and superior to keeping his attention than the rowdy people that surrounded him at this supposedly joyous occasion. He hadn’t received a proper night’s sleep in months between his daughter’s cries in the middle of the night and Keith and Mick’s long yet randomly-spaced lengthy studio sessions. It wasn’t necessarily depression but more so sleep deprivation.

He lifted his eyes from the beverage to meet with Helen’s from her question of his health and current predicament. His ruby lips compressed as he forced yet another grin and nodded his head patiently. The lighting in the room exaggerated the dark circles underneath his soft eyes which didn’t do him any favour but he wasn’t feeling as down as he appeared. He listened to her generous offer and felt a feeling of kindness that seemed all too surreal for someone of his now elevated status. However, it also felt incredibly invasive to leave a party he was contractually obligated to stay at just to loiter around a person he barely knew from the press’ house. With a click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, he shook his head, stammering slowly, “Oh no, I....I couldn’t impose myself upon you. Besides, I have to be here whether I’d want to or not, so even if I knew you better, I couldn’t. “ He looked around the room quietly then huffed, deciding to explain his situation. “I’m just tired. It’s not recording so much as now I have a child to care for with my girlfriend. I assure you, nothing’s wrong....except for one thing but I’m afraid I can’t tell you due to your connection with the papers.”

[themicktaylor]

❝ I love the feel of silk against my skin. ❞

“Do you now?” the young man asked absently before turning his head slowly over his shoulder to look at who might be speaking only to find the voice belonging to an all too familiar face. A soft grin pressed itself into his seraphic features upon recognisation. “I can’t fathom how lovely a combination of the two must feel,” he effused as he turned to face her. “So what is America’s most ubiquitous young woman doing back with The Rolling Stones on this lengthy expedition? I was wondering where you had run off to following our shows in Chicago.”

[greyhoundgxrl]

“Ohh, you wanna make love,” Madeline said, giggling. It wasn’t her style, usually. She didn’t like gentle caresses and sweet nothings. It almost reminded her of her daddy. She kissed back, gently tangling her fingers in his soft curls. Maddie pulled away, “let’s not go too slow and gentle, though. I don’t…I’m not like that, okay?”

[themicktaylor]

A smile cracked between Mick’s normally stoic lips at her reaction, shaking his head slowly as he reciprocated her saccharine kisses, placing a hand onto the curve of her slender waist only to withdraw once more and rose a finger to her lips. “I’m afraid you don’t quite understand.” The hand that was near her face shifted to brush against her cheek, grazing his thumb delicately over her lips. “I want much, much more. I prefer a build up,” he leaned his face in close, gazing deeply into her eyes, his voice growing softer yet brimming with confidence. “But once you get me started, I’m not entirely sure I’ll be able to control myself when driven by your feminine wiles. “

[greyhoundgxrl]

Her velvet lips parted a bit while his rough thumb grazed them. “So foreplay,” she said, suddenly aware of how close his face was to her own. The confidence in his voice was new and it suited him well. Maddie touched his chest, leaning up towards him and biting her lip. “Well, I’m not sure I’m able to control myself either.”

[themicktaylor]

Mick grinned at her words, taking them to heart as he lowered his head in a somewhat bashful manner, breathing slowly through his nose to push back the shyness that was part of his nature. There was something about Madeline that often stirred up emotions that the young guitarist didn’t feel too often. It was strange and yet deeply alluring; in a way it made Mick feel more like his peers and no longer just the timid, angel-haired boy who played the guitar in the background. With his eyes solely on the hand that was pressed against his chest, the young man chuckled in agreement. “For lack of a better term, that is what I meant but to be frank, I’m not entirely sure how to go on doing something the way you’d prefer it.”

[greyhoundgxrl]

“Start here,” Maddie guided his hand to her hip, and his other hand to her inner, upper thigh. She felt like an erotic Virgil, guiding a virginal Dante. “Go with the flow. Kiss me and touch me where you think I’d like it.” As if to demonstrate, Madeline undid the buttons on Mick’s shirt, leaving a trail of kisses after undoing each one. She looked up at him, “you see?”

[themicktaylor]

For Mick, he had yet to know Madeline as intimately as her other suitors and despite the rumours surrounding the young woman, he chose to learn about exactly what she wanted before making any mistakes. He had been with girls before but it was often after he had gotten to know the person for a while. He drew in a deep breath through his nose as his hands were pressed against her creamy skin, his eyes lowering to watch her as she used her nimble fingers to undo his shirt, brushing her lips tenderly against his exposed flesh. With a gentle sigh, Mick prudently receded his hand from its placement against Madeline’s upper thigh to resting his fingers under her chin, lifting her head up to maintain eye contact. “You’re really quite exquisite, you know. I can’t believe I resisted you for as long as I have.” He chuckled softly then, using the hand that remained on her hip, guided her against him; baby blue eyes fluttering to a close as he leaned in once more to ravish her saccharine lips, slipping his tongue briefly into her mouth as a subtle hint of how much deeper he was going to go.

[greyhoundgxrl]

Madeline looked up at him with her russet eyes widened. She couldn’t help but blush as he called her exquisite. It momentarily broke her sexy demeanor. Regaining her composure, Maddie merely smirked and asked him took him so long. Her eyes fluttered shut while he kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Maddie ran her fingers through his thick blonde hair. “I didn’t expect that of you,” she giggled.

[themicktaylor]

Mick could tell that Madeline didn’t receive those sort of compliments often, smiling smugly as her face flashed a slight shade of crimson, though it was only brief he did certainly relish its memory. He tilted his head to reciprocate the kiss tenderly instead of giving a verbal response as to how come it took him such a long time to act on his emotions,  knowing very well that he wasn’t exactly everything she wanted, if he had to be perfectly honest. The young man was practically as angelic as he looked–not really any strange turn-ons or a very dominating presence. A more moderate soul to fit his image though he did partake in minor stints and flirt though he was more of the “keep you warm at night” type than the “screw and leave” sort that many rock stars seemed to be. He wouldn’t voice this, at least not now. Not while he was feeling confident. Her fingers made their way through the tresses of his thick wavy locks, lips withdrawing to speak candidly of his actions. Mick sighed softly, speaking in a sultry quieted tone, “I merely felt that I didn’t know you well enough. Now you’re a good friend, and I assure you to expect much more than that.” his hand moved to cradle the small of her back while he leaned in once more, though not toward her face but to her neck where he planted his pillowy lips along her flesh, occasionally sucking on it to continue his ongoing teasing.

[greyhoundgxrl]

“Well I guess now I’m gonna be your very good friend,” Madeline giggled, letting her head fall back a bit so he could kiss all of her neck. It felt better than being with Mick J or Keith for some odd reason. Maybe because it was new and exciting. Maybe it’s because it was Mick and she had wanted this for a long time. Whatever it was, it felt sweet to finally get what she wanted. Her hand wandered from his chest downwards, resting at his belt. “Oh, Mick,” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “You’re the exquisite one.”

[themicktaylor]

“One would hope so,” he mumbled against her warm flesh as she made her neck more accessible to his needs. For once it seemed that he was the one playing hard to get due to Madeline’s much more confident demeanour compared to the mindset of most English girls who were coy and tended to play mind games to get what they wanted. The young man was incredibly shy even in the present but it felt as if Madeline was luring him out of his shell; whether it be what they had in common with age or just the strange feeling of being a young person who was someone of interest on the music scene. Mick had yearned for her attention every time they met. To not feel isolated; like he didn’t belong as a result of being hoisted into the limelight onstage with The Stones. It was a lonesome path he had to walk but he was gracious not to go it alone on his debut tour. As Madeline’s long lacquered nails ran delicately against his flesh until reaching his belt, he lifted his head from her neck to study her features, a soft, early renaissance-esque grin painted itself upon his seraphic features. No words were spoken, his baby blue eyes fixated on her crimson lips before moving in to join them with his own once again, kissing her deeply and placing a hand carefully on her shoulder while the other remained on her waist; lowering her onto the soft, modernistic-patterned duvet where he sighed  prior to drawing his lips away. “You know you look incredible in nearly any lighting.”

[helen-of-london]

sticky fingers

@themicktaylor

It was one of those ‘drunk but composed’ nights: it was the Sticky Fingers release party, and Helen had been lucky enough to be one of the Stones’ management-approved journalists who scored an invite to the event. What was laid out in front of her was an incredible vision; celebrities, hundreds of them, drunk & stoned & coked-up, swaying to ‘Can’t You Hear Me Knocking’. Though the American wasn’t one for the fine, powdered white lines of adrenaline and energy, she was one to welcome a joint with open arms… but not tonight. As chaotic as the party was, she had to be one of the few who stayed orderly and composed– she knew how these events went, and often other journalists got wrapped up in the pandemonium of it all, and failed to deliver the few, approved pictures that would give Londoners a glimpse of rock ‘n roll nightlife. If she was the only one to come out with photos from the party, she’d be hailed a heroine. 

And so there Helen was, in a bouncy, shimmering silver haltered mini dress and high-heeled white ankle boots, dark locks up and back in a sleek ponytail as she closed one eye and focused her lens, snapping photos of the more appropriate corners of the party– the bartender handing Donovan a drink, or Marianne Faithfull smoking a cigarette in a glorious, sheer pink, floor-length gown. Then she spotted the guitarist, sipping a large, dark drink (rum & coke, perhaps?) in the corner, taking a moment to watch other guests. Mick. She’d met this one before. She’d had a lunch date interview with him about a year ago! The American had found him irresistibly charming in his boyish mannerisms.

Picking up her flute of sherry in one hand, and tucking her camera under her arm, she weaved across the room till she was looking him in the eye with her bright hazels and thick, curled, mascara-clad lashes, a welcoming, soft smile on her face. “We’ve met before… don’t know if you remember me, but I sure remember you.” The sherry gave her the subtle confidence to be more outgoing, “Helen, Helen Parker. I interviewed you a while back, at a restaurant in Hyde Park. I found you so… endearing, kind! I never thought I’d get a chance to see ya again!” Leaning against the wall, she grinned up at him, “So how are you, guest of honor? This whole ball… all these people… for you. Must be cool, hey?”

[themicktaylor]

Sticky Fingers. The band’s first big comeback following the loss that plagued the media as “The First Great Pop Star Death”. A mouthful, but a truthful one at that considering the entire world seemed to be in shock over Brian Jones’ untimely death just a few days prior to the Stones’ rebirth at Hyde Park. Musicians from all over were in awe and fans collapsed in the street. Poor Brian couldn’t have come back from the dead if he tried; buried 12 feet deep in case there were any fans sick enough in the head to want to grave rob a dead musician. 

Then followed the band’s first tour of America in over 2 years featuring Mick Taylor as their other guitarist in Brian’s place. It was virtually a renowned success in every single part until the very end of 1969 where Altamont had occurred. A mistake. A huge mistake. The 1960′s died with that performance just like Meredith Hunter; brutal, agonizing and for the whole world to watch. When Sticky Fingers came out, a whole new plethora of problems would emerge including the issues with the tax from England that would pressure them to leave the country though not quite yet, fortunately for some.

Since their last meeting, much had changed in Mick Taylor’s life. He had no longer been the young man who refused drugs and drink though it had not gotten to any worrisome point just yet. Instead, he was simply sipping a flute of champagne to forget from the reality he would have to face once he returned home. In the previous year, the young man had managed to get his girlfriend, Rose Millar pregnant which led to them hastily moving in together and struggling to figure out how to balance their newfound personal lives with that of the road when Keith Richards bringing Marlon around wasn’t the best decision as new parents. Mick was exhausted due to the inability to find that balance but the alcohol kept him from worrying too much. 

As the young woman introduced herself to him once again, the feeling of familiarity began to gnaw at the back of his mind but as she continued her words, Mick could only mutter back a weary response along the lines of, “Oh, yes. It’s great, uh...I think things are going to go really well once we get going again.”

[themicktaylor]

❝ I love the feel of silk against my skin. ❞

“Do you now?” the young man asked absently before turning his head slowly over his shoulder to look at who might be speaking only to find the voice belonging to an all too familiar face. A soft grin pressed itself into his seraphic features upon recognisation. “I can’t fathom how lovely a combination of the two must feel,” he effused as he turned to face her. “So what is America’s most ubiquitous young woman doing back with The Rolling Stones on this lengthy expedition? I was wondering where you had run off to following our shows in Chicago.”

[greyhoundgxrl]

“Ohh, you wanna make love,” Madeline said, giggling. It wasn’t her style, usually. She didn’t like gentle caresses and sweet nothings. It almost reminded her of her daddy. She kissed back, gently tangling her fingers in his soft curls. Maddie pulled away, “let’s not go too slow and gentle, though. I don’t…I’m not like that, okay?”

[themicktaylor]

A smile cracked between Mick’s normally stoic lips at her reaction, shaking his head slowly as he reciprocated her saccharine kisses, placing a hand onto the curve of her slender waist only to withdraw once more and rose a finger to her lips. “I’m afraid you don’t quite understand.” The hand that was near her face shifted to brush against her cheek, grazing his thumb delicately over her lips. “I want much, much more. I prefer a build up,” he leaned his face in close, gazing deeply into her eyes, his voice growing softer yet brimming with confidence. “But once you get me started, I’m not entirely sure I’ll be able to control myself when driven by your feminine wiles. “

[greyhoundgxrl]

Her velvet lips parted a bit while his rough thumb grazed them. “So foreplay,” she said, suddenly aware of how close his face was to her own. The confidence in his voice was new and it suited him well. Maddie touched his chest, leaning up towards him and biting her lip. “Well, I’m not sure I’m able to control myself either.”

[themicktaylor]

Mick grinned at her words, taking them to heart as he lowered his head in a somewhat bashful manner, breathing slowly through his nose to push back the shyness that was part of his nature. There was something about Madeline that often stirred up emotions that the young guitarist didn’t feel too often. It was strange and yet deeply alluring; in a way it made Mick feel more like his peers and no longer just the timid, angel-haired boy who played the guitar in the background. With his eyes solely on the hand that was pressed against his chest, the young man chuckled in agreement. “For lack of a better term, that is what I meant but to be frank, I’m not entirely sure how to go on doing something the way you’d prefer it.”

[greyhoundgxrl]

“Start here,” Maddie guided his hand to her hip, and his other hand to her inner, upper thigh. She felt like an erotic Virgil, guiding a virginal Dante. “Go with the flow. Kiss me and touch me where you think I’d like it.” As if to demonstrate, Madeline undid the buttons on Mick’s shirt, leaving a trail of kisses after undoing each one. She looked up at him, “you see?”

[themicktaylor]

For Mick, he had yet to know Madeline as intimately as her other suitors and despite the rumours surrounding the young woman, he chose to learn about exactly what she wanted before making any mistakes. He had been with girls before but it was often after he had gotten to know the person for a while. He drew in a deep breath through his nose as his hands were pressed against her creamy skin, his eyes lowering to watch her as she used her nimble fingers to undo his shirt, brushing her lips tenderly against his exposed flesh. With a gentle sigh, Mick prudently receded his hand from its placement against Madeline’s upper thigh to resting his fingers under her chin, lifting her head up to maintain eye contact. “You’re really quite exquisite, you know. I can’t believe I resisted you for as long as I have.” He chuckled softly then, using the hand that remained on her hip, guided her against him; baby blue eyes fluttering to a close as he leaned in once more to ravish her saccharine lips, slipping his tongue briefly into her mouth as a subtle hint of how much deeper he was going to go.

[greyhoundgxrl]

Madeline looked up at him with her russet eyes widened. She couldn’t help but blush as he called her exquisite. It momentarily broke her sexy demeanor. Regaining her composure, Maddie merely smirked and asked him took him so long. Her eyes fluttered shut while he kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Maddie ran her fingers through his thick blonde hair. “I didn’t expect that of you,” she giggled.

[themicktaylor]

Mick could tell that Madeline didn’t receive those sort of compliments often, smiling smugly as her face flashed a slight shade of crimson, though it was only brief he did certainly relish its memory. He tilted his head to reciprocate the kiss tenderly instead of giving a verbal response as to how come it took him such a long time to act on his emotions,  knowing very well that he wasn’t exactly everything she wanted, if he had to be perfectly honest. The young man was practically as angelic as he looked--not really any strange turn-ons or a very dominating presence. A more moderate soul to fit his image though he did partake in minor stints and flirt though he was more of the “keep you warm at night” type than the “screw and leave” sort that many rock stars seemed to be. He wouldn’t voice this, at least not now. Not while he was feeling confident. Her fingers made their way through the tresses of his thick wavy locks, lips withdrawing to speak candidly of his actions. Mick sighed softly, speaking in a sultry quieted tone, “I merely felt that I didn’t know you well enough. Now you’re a good friend, and I assure you to expect much more than that.” his hand moved to cradle the small of her back while he leaned in once more, though not toward her face but to her neck where he planted his pillowy lips along her flesh, occasionally sucking on it to continue his ongoing teasing.

[themicktaylor]

Tagged by: @greyhoundgxrl

Tagging: @helen-of-london @misspolythenepam

Note: Bold Applies to All Verses, Italics for occasional or Specific verses,

APHRODITE:     laughter-loving,      sweet  smiles,     dressed  in  silk and  satin,    flower  in  their  hair,     sees  the  world  as  a  runway,     unapologetically  sexual,     the  sea  washing  their  ankles,     in  love  with  love,      stirrer  of  passion,      cunning  concealed  by  painted  lips,     secret  daggers,     doves,      revolution  in  their  kiss,      delighting  in  the  waves,     flirtatious  winks,     strolling  along  the  beach,      staring  wistfully  from  a  balcony,    this  is  how  to  be  a  heartbreaker,     wants  to  be  adored,    gets  turned  on  by  danger.

APOLLO:      glitz  and  glamour,      art  galleries,     turning  the  volume  up,      being  made  of  gold,      neatly-organized  music  sheets,     notebooks  filled  with  poetry ,    bathing  in  the  sunlight,      the  powerful  urge  to  create,     collecting  vinyl  records,     beautiful  cover  of  Wonderwall,      playing  multiple  instruments,     tasting  like  sunshine,      healing  touch,     speaking  in  prophecies,      smile  mingled  with  wrath,     shunning  lies,      sporting  shades,   hanging  out  at  music  festivals  with  their  friends,     sleeps  naked,      arrow  to  the  heart,  paint  brushes,      probably  has  a  Tinder  account.

ARES:       armed  for  battle,      wants  to  raise  a  dog  with  their  significant  other,   soft  spot  for  children,     gives  piggyback  rides,   scarred  body,     blood  on  their   hands  and  face,      willing  to  fight  the  world  for  the  ones  they  love,     fights  against  injustice,    warm  hugs,      well-worn  combat  boots,      boxing gloves,    bandages  wrapped  around  bruised  knuckles,      fist  raised  in  protest,     ignites  revolutions,     fear  is  a  prison,  more  sensitive  than  what  their  tough  shell  would  have  you  think,     exhausted,     damaged  goods,    force  to  be  reckoned  with, red  roses,      curses  under  their  breath.

ARTEMIS:       keen  sense  of  a  hunter, freckles  like  constellations  on  their  skin,      piercing  eyes,  dishevelled  braid,   moonlight  peeking  through  the  shadows,  the  calm  of  the  forest  at  night,     lying  on  the  grass  and  staring  at  the  stars,  mother  doe  and  her  fawn,  protecting  their  kin,     the  moon  shimmering  on  a  still  lake,  quiver  full  of  arrows  resting  against  the  bark  of  a  tree,     running  with  wolves,  bonding  while  circled  around  a  campfire,   not  being  much  of  a  people  person,  arrow  hitting  a  target, popping  egos,     patience  on  3%,   touches  heaven  and  returns  howling.

ATHENA:      discerning  gaze,  unreadable  face,  quiet  museums,  owl  perched  on  their  finger, armour  that  intimidates,    eye  for  architecture, plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  building   houses, studied  the  blade  while  everyone  else  was  busy  getting  laid, big  fan  of  logic,    loves  brain  teasers, ancient  buildings, sweaters  in  neutrals and  cool  colors, hair  done  up, can  kill  you  with  their  brain,  heads  to  the  library  often  to  research,   sharpened  pencils, abs  that  can  cut  steel,  stoic  statues,  pottery classes.

DEMETER:      soil-covered  hands, smile  that  can  bloom  flowers, skin  loved  by  the  sun, being  the  mom-friend,  can  lift  you  and  your  friends, flowers  kept  in  the  pockets  of  overalls, takes  pride  in  their  beautiful  garden, speaks  to  their  plants, leaves  rustling  in  the  wind, stalks  of  wheat, picking  fruit, greenhouses,  heart  as  strong  as  a  mountain,    values  simplicity, daisies  dotted  across  a  collarbone, curls  crowned  with  flowers, folded  pile  of  sweaters  in  warm  hues,   pulling  out  fresh-baked  bread  out  of  the  oven  and  the  smell  wafting  through  the  air.

DIONYSUS:     drunk  shitposter, on  their  sixth  glass  of  wine  before  you’ve  even  finished  your  second, seductive  smirks, untamed curls,  rich  fabrics  on  dark  skin, sleek-furred  panthers, theater  masks, stage  productions, receiving  a  standing  ovation, rose  caught  between  their  teeth, being  the  baby  of  the  bunch,   wild  parties  that  last  from  sundown  to  sunup, creeping  vines,  inspiring  loyalty, grand  opera  houses, masquerade  balls, rolls  of  film,  shattered  chandeliers  with  broken glass  scattered  across  the  wine-spilled  floor, pouring  champagne  into  flutes,  lives  for  the   applause.

HEPHAESTUS:  the  calloused  hands  of  someone  who  knows  labor,  sweaty  brow,  flame  burning  in  their  eyes,  inventive  mind, broad  shoulders,  steampunk  goggles, nuts  and  bolts  stored  away  in  little  boxes,  ashes,  striking  a  match,  blueprints  for  future  projects, fixing  up  a  busted  up  car  and  giving  it  cool  upgrades,  wrestles  with  bitterness, work  boots  have  seen  better  years, wrinkled  plaid  flannel shirts,  iron  melted  in  blazing  fire, huge  jackets, crafting  masterpieces, grease-stained  overalls,   fascination  with  robotics, pain  is  fuel, stack  of  weaponry, even  their  muscles  have  muscles.

HERA:       resting  bitch  face, dressed  to  the  nines, cows  grazing  on  a  pasture,  cool  rain, loving  and  hating  fiercely,    hand  clutching  a  string  of  pearls,  large  chandelier  with  glittering  crystals, plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  killing  off  their  sims, romance  to  realism, pictures  of  the  sky  while  flying  on  a  plane,    files  that  under  fuck  it, downs  glasses  of  wine bottles of beer as  they  relax  with  a  scented  bubble  bath and  Netflix, like  their  selfie  or  you’re  grounded, knows  57  convenient  ways  to  murder  a  man, dark  eyes  that  penetrate  your  soul,  marble  and  gold.

HERMES:      devil-may-care  smile, always  up-to-date  on  the  latest  technology, will  steal  your  french  fries, does  it  for  the vine,    shitposter,  puts  googly  eyes  on  everything, meme  hoarder, long  drives  on  the  highway,   ma  and  pop  diners, spontaneous  road  trips, folded  maps, fingers  dancing  across  the  keyboard  of  a  laptop,  shooting  hoops  on  the  basketball  court, chatting  up  strangers  as  you  all  journey  to  your  own  destinations,     goes  jogging  in  the  morning,   mixes  Redbull  with  coffee,    menace  on  April fool’s, hoodies  and  sneakers.    

POSEIDON:      storm  with  skin, colorful  coral  reefs, waves  crashing  against  the  shore, stroking  the  soft  fur  of  a  cat,    their  heart  pounding  as  their  horse’s  gentle  trot  speeds  into  a  gallop, tousled  locks, clothes  smeared  with  paint, owns  several  sketchbooks  yet  always  yearns  to  own  more, leather  jackets,  fondness  for  DIY  projects, handwriting  that  flows  across  the  page, nimble  fingers  playing  the  strings  of  a  violin,  singing  voice  that  haunts  your  dreams, mood  as  ever-changing  as  the  sea,the  roar  of  a  motorcycle, compass  with  a  spinning arrow.

ZEUS:      thunder  in  their  heart,     running  on  coffee,     flash  of  lightning,     natural  charisma, eloquence,     badass  in  a  nice  suit,     aficionado  of  history,     force of nature,   Lenny  face,     nightmare-filled  nights,     proud  arm  around  their  lover’s  waist,     high-rise  buildings,     planes  soaring  through  a  cloudless  sky,      technician  on  the  piano ,  maintains  order,  strong  handshake,   juggling  multiple  events  on  their  busy  schedule  with  ease,  expensive watch

[themicktaylor]

❝ I love the feel of silk against my skin. ❞

“Do you now?” the young man asked absently before turning his head slowly over his shoulder to look at who might be speaking only to find the voice belonging to an all too familiar face. A soft grin pressed itself into his seraphic features upon recognisation. “I can’t fathom how lovely a combination of the two must feel,” he effused as he turned to face her. “So what is America’s most ubiquitous young woman doing back with The Rolling Stones on this lengthy expedition? I was wondering where you had run off to following our shows in Chicago.”

[greyhoundgxrl]

“Ohh, you wanna make love,” Madeline said, giggling. It wasn’t her style, usually. She didn’t like gentle caresses and sweet nothings. It almost reminded her of her daddy. She kissed back, gently tangling her fingers in his soft curls. Maddie pulled away, “let’s not go too slow and gentle, though. I don’t…I’m not like that, okay?”

[themicktaylor]

A smile cracked between Mick’s normally stoic lips at her reaction, shaking his head slowly as he reciprocated her saccharine kisses, placing a hand onto the curve of her slender waist only to withdraw once more and rose a finger to her lips. “I’m afraid you don’t quite understand.” The hand that was near her face shifted to brush against her cheek, grazing his thumb delicately over her lips. “I want much, much more. I prefer a build up,” he leaned his face in close, gazing deeply into her eyes, his voice growing softer yet brimming with confidence. “But once you get me started, I’m not entirely sure I’ll be able to control myself when driven by your feminine wiles. “

[greyhoundgxrl]

Her velvet lips parted a bit while his rough thumb grazed them. “So foreplay,” she said, suddenly aware of how close his face was to her own. The confidence in his voice was new and it suited him well. Maddie touched his chest, leaning up towards him and biting her lip. “Well, I’m not sure I’m able to control myself either.”

[themicktaylor]

Mick grinned at her words, taking them to heart as he lowered his head in a somewhat bashful manner, breathing slowly through his nose to push back the shyness that was part of his nature. There was something about Madeline that often stirred up emotions that the young guitarist didn’t feel too often. It was strange and yet deeply alluring; in a way it made Mick feel more like his peers and no longer just the timid, angel-haired boy who played the guitar in the background. With his eyes solely on the hand that was pressed against his chest, the young man chuckled in agreement. “For lack of a better term, that is what I meant but to be frank, I’m not entirely sure how to go on doing something the way you’d prefer it.”

[greyhoundgxrl]

“Start here,” Maddie guided his hand to her hip, and his other hand to her inner, upper thigh. She felt like an erotic Virgil, guiding a virginal Dante. “Go with the flow. Kiss me and touch me where you think I’d like it.” As if to demonstrate, Madeline undid the buttons on Mick’s shirt, leaving a trail of kisses after undoing each one. She looked up at him, “you see?”

[themicktaylor]

For Mick, he had yet to know Madeline as intimately as her other suitors and despite the rumours surrounding the young woman, he chose to learn about exactly what she wanted before making any mistakes. He had been with girls before but it was often after he had gotten to know the person for a while. He drew in a deep breath through his nose as his hands were pressed against her creamy skin, his eyes lowering to watch her as she used her nimble fingers to undo his shirt, brushing her lips tenderly against his exposed flesh. With a gentle sigh, Mick prudently receded his hand from its placement against Madeline’s upper thigh to resting his fingers under her chin, lifting her head up to maintain eye contact. “You’re really quite exquisite, you know. I can’t believe I resisted you for as long as I have.” He chuckled softly then, using the hand that remained on her hip, guided her against him; baby blue eyes fluttering to a close as he leaned in once more to ravish her saccharine lips, slipping his tongue briefly into her mouth as a subtle hint of how much deeper he was going to go.

[themicktaylor]

❝ I love the feel of silk against my skin. ❞

“Do you now?” the young man asked absently before turning his head slowly over his shoulder to look at who might be speaking only to find the voice belonging to an all too familiar face. A soft grin pressed itself into his seraphic features upon recognisation. “I can’t fathom how lovely a combination of the two must feel,” he effused as he turned to face her. “So what is America’s most ubiquitous young woman doing back with The Rolling Stones on this lengthy expedition? I was wondering where you had run off to following our shows in Chicago.”

[greyhoundgxrl]

“Ohh, you wanna make love,” Madeline said, giggling. It wasn’t her style, usually. She didn’t like gentle caresses and sweet nothings. It almost reminded her of her daddy. She kissed back, gently tangling her fingers in his soft curls. Maddie pulled away, “let’s not go too slow and gentle, though. I don’t…I’m not like that, okay?”

[themicktaylor]

A smile cracked between Mick’s normally stoic lips at her reaction, shaking his head slowly as he reciprocated her saccharine kisses, placing a hand onto the curve of her slender waist only to withdraw once more and rose a finger to her lips. “I’m afraid you don’t quite understand.” The hand that was near her face shifted to brush against her cheek, grazing his thumb delicately over her lips. “I want much, much more. I prefer a build up,” he leaned his face in close, gazing deeply into her eyes, his voice growing softer yet brimming with confidence. “But once you get me started, I’m not entirely sure I’ll be able to control myself when driven by your feminine wiles. “

[greyhoundgxrl]

Her velvet lips parted a bit while his rough thumb grazed them. “So foreplay,” she said, suddenly aware of how close his face was to her own. The confidence in his voice was new and it suited him well. Maddie touched his chest, leaning up towards him and biting her lip. “Well, I’m not sure I’m able to control myself either.”

[themicktaylor]

Mick grinned at her words, taking them to heart as he lowered his head in a somewhat bashful manner, breathing slowly through his nose to push back the shyness that was part of his nature. There was something about Madeline that often stirred up emotions that the young guitarist didn’t feel too often. It was strange and yet deeply alluring; in a way it made Mick feel more like his peers and no longer just the timid, angel-haired boy who played the guitar in the background. With his eyes solely on the hand that was pressed against his chest, the young man chuckled in agreement. “For lack of a better term, that is what I meant but to be frank, I’m not entirely sure how to go on doing something the way you’d prefer it.”

[themicktaylor]

❝ I love the feel of silk against my skin. ❞

“Do you now?” the young man asked absently before turning his head slowly over his shoulder to look at who might be speaking only to find the voice belonging to an all too familiar face. A soft grin pressed itself into his seraphic features upon recognisation. “I can’t fathom how lovely a combination of the two must feel,” he effused as he turned to face her. “So what is America’s most ubiquitous young woman doing back with The Rolling Stones on this lengthy expedition? I was wondering where you had run off to following our shows in Chicago.”

[greyhoundgxrl]

“Ohh, you wanna make love,” Madeline said, giggling. It wasn’t her style, usually. She didn’t like gentle caresses and sweet nothings. It almost reminded her of her daddy. She kissed back, gently tangling her fingers in his soft curls. Maddie pulled away, “let’s not go too slow and gentle, though. I don’t…I’m not like that, okay?”

[themicktaylor]

A smile cracked between Mick’s normally stoic lips at her reaction, shaking his head slowly as he reciprocated her saccharine kisses, placing a hand onto the curve of her slender waist only to withdraw once more and rose a finger to her lips. “I’m afraid you don’t quite understand.” The hand that was near her face shifted to brush against her cheek, grazing his thumb delicately over her lips. “I want much, much more. I prefer a build up,” he leaned his face in close, gazing deeply into her eyes, his voice growing softer yet brimming with confidence. “But once you get me started, I’m not entirely sure I’ll be able to control myself when driven by your feminine wiles. “

[themicktaylor]

❝ I love the feel of silk against my skin. ❞

“Do you now?” the young man asked absently before turning his head slowly over his shoulder to look at who might be speaking only to find the voice belonging to an all too familiar face. A soft grin pressed itself into his seraphic features upon recognisation. “I can’t fathom how lovely a combination of the two must feel,” he effused as he turned to face her. “So what is America’s most ubiquitous young woman doing back with The Rolling Stones on this lengthy expedition? I was wondering where you had run off to following our shows in Chicago.”

[themicktaylor]

“Well, boring happens to be my nature, at least according to Bill,” He grinned politely, never one to allow the words of others to bother him, he was well aware that keeping to himself on and offstage came with the occasional mockery. Tilting his head to the side, he covered his mouth to hide the smile of amusement that was making its way onto his face before collecting himself and gesturing to the table beside him. “Radio’s right here…” His thick brows furrowed as his voice continued its playful tone. “…now you mentioned getting creative earlier. What would you have in mind if given a chance to punish someone charged with theft?” he brought the joint to his ruby lips, taking a long, slow drag as his eyes dreamily gazed back into hers.

[greyhoundgxrl]

“Well, Bill is a bit of a bore himself, so he’s not one to talk,” Maddie giggled. She sauntered over to the radio and turned it on, flipping through the stations. Santana’s new hit, Black Magic Woman, was playing. Maddie smiled, doing a little danced before dropping down on the bed. She crawled over to Mick until their faces were only inches apart. A cute little smirk spread across her face, “you tell me, Mick.” 

[themicktaylor]

“That much is definitely certain,” Mick replied with a nod, letting the smoke drift from his lips as his eyes followed her across the room on her way to the radio. It made him curious when it came to her switching through various stations until she had found a song that fit the current atmosphere of the room, swaying her hips to the smooth Latin-based rhythm of the song and continued the smooth act on her way onto the bed. Her eyes glistened like fine jewels as she looked deeply into his eyes, her face tantalizingly close to his as though daring him to do something about it. Mick smugly grinned, setting aside what was left of the joint in the ashtray accompanied by a gentle sigh. He was well aware of her intentions, glancing down at her smirking lips only gave him all the more reasons to take part in the brewing temptation. “I’d rather you show me.”

[greyhoundgxrl]

“Aw come on,” Maddie said with a pout, “you were the one who said I needed to be punished for taking your grass. Don’t let me come up with said punishment because I’m gonna let myself off easy.” She moved away from him, adjusting the little silk dress she was wearing so it hung off of her better. She looked Mick up and down for a second, wondering what move he would make next. “The ball’s in your court.”

[themicktaylor]

Sat up as Madeline shifted away from him to adjust her pretty little number, giving him a long look over his appearance like a cat carefully studying its prey before pouncing. Mick tilted his head back and shook his thick, feathery hair away from his eyes before crossing his legs. He leaned toward her, reaching his hand out to gently brush her hair behind her ear, letting it slide down onto her shoulder. His soft blue eyes affectionately studied every singular line of her fair face before settling on the lips. He weighed the decision he had to make if only for a mere moment for his inhibitions were blocked by the loose feelings clouding his usually strict mind due to the inhalation of the marijuana and simply tilted his head with a dreamy smile before fluttering his eyes to close, pressing his plush lips against her own, lingering for a few lengthy moments before reluctantly withdrawing. “Now it’s your turn to act.”

[greyhoundgxrl]

Maddie watched him while he pushed her hair behind her ear. His blue eyes were soft as they examined her face, but there was something about them that made her want to get down on her knees and confess to him every sin she had ever committed.  When his lips met her own, Madeline didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. She ran her fingers through his thick hair, kissing him deeply and fully. When he finally pulled away, Maddie began her kissing assault on his neck. 

[themicktaylor]

Once the figurative ball was in Madeline’s court, Mick awaited her own planned action only to be greeted with something a bit unexpected. Her kisses seemed a tad too frisky for the pace he had in mind and, as a result, left him bringing a hand up to lift her chin to cease her actions and bring her attention to his words once more. “I’d rather we go at a more leisurely pace, if that’s alright with you,” he spoke in his usual soft endearing tone before leaning in once more to press his lips daintily against hers in hopes that she would understand that his shy nature wasn’t just a facade.

[themicktaylor]

❝ I love the feel of silk against my skin. ❞

“Do you now?” the young man asked absently before turning his head slowly over his shoulder to look at who might be speaking only to find the voice belonging to an all too familiar face. A soft grin pressed itself into his seraphic features upon recognisation. “I can’t fathom how lovely a combination of the two must feel,” he effused as he turned to face her. “So what is America’s most ubiquitous young woman doing back with The Rolling Stones on this lengthy expedition? I was wondering where you had run off to following our shows in Chicago.”

[themicktaylor]

“Well, boring happens to be my nature, at least according to Bill,” He grinned politely, never one to allow the words of others to bother him, he was well aware that keeping to himself on and offstage came with the occasional mockery. Tilting his head to the side, he covered his mouth to hide the smile of amusement that was making its way onto his face before collecting himself and gesturing to the table beside him. “Radio’s right here…” His thick brows furrowed as his voice continued its playful tone. “…now you mentioned getting creative earlier. What would you have in mind if given a chance to punish someone charged with theft?” he brought the joint to his ruby lips, taking a long, slow drag as his eyes dreamily gazed back into hers.

[greyhoundgxrl]

“Well, Bill is a bit of a bore himself, so he’s not one to talk,” Maddie giggled. She sauntered over to the radio and turned it on, flipping through the stations. Santana’s new hit, Black Magic Woman, was playing. Maddie smiled, doing a little danced before dropping down on the bed. She crawled over to Mick until their faces were only inches apart. A cute little smirk spread across her face, “you tell me, Mick.” 

[themicktaylor]

“That much is definitely certain,” Mick replied with a nod, letting the smoke drift from his lips as his eyes followed her across the room on her way to the radio. It made him curious when it came to her switching through various stations until she had found a song that fit the current atmosphere of the room, swaying her hips to the smooth Latin-based rhythm of the song and continued the smooth act on her way onto the bed. Her eyes glistened like fine jewels as she looked deeply into his eyes, her face tantalizingly close to his as though daring him to do something about it. Mick smugly grinned, setting aside what was left of the joint in the ashtray accompanied by a gentle sigh. He was well aware of her intentions, glancing down at her smirking lips only gave him all the more reasons to take part in the brewing temptation. “I’d rather you show me.”

[greyhoundgxrl]

“Aw come on,” Maddie said with a pout, “you were the one who said I needed to be punished for taking your grass. Don’t let me come up with said punishment because I’m gonna let myself off easy.” She moved away from him, adjusting the little silk dress she was wearing so it hung off of her better. She looked Mick up and down for a second, wondering what move he would make next. “The ball’s in your court.”

[themicktaylor]

Sat up as Madeline shifted away from him to adjust her pretty little number, giving him a long look over his appearance like a cat carefully studying its prey before pouncing. Mick tilted his head back and shook his thick, feathery hair away from his eyes before crossing his legs. He leaned toward her, reaching his hand out to gently brush her hair behind her ear, letting it slide down onto her shoulder. His soft blue eyes affectionately studied every singular line of her fair face before settling on the lips. He weighed the decision he had to make if only for a mere moment for his inhibitions were blocked by the loose feelings clouding his usually strict mind due to the inhalation of the marijuana and simply tilted his head with a dreamy smile before fluttering his eyes to close, pressing his plush lips against her own, lingering for a few lengthy moments before reluctantly withdrawing. “Now it’s your turn to act.”

[greyhoundgxrl]

I’m looking for reasons, 

                            I’m looking for reasons

[themicktaylor]

❝ I love the feel of silk against my skin. ❞

“Do you now?” the young man asked absently before turning his head slowly over his shoulder to look at who might be speaking only to find the voice belonging to an all too familiar face. A soft grin pressed itself into his seraphic features upon recognisation. “I can’t fathom how lovely a combination of the two must feel,” he effused as he turned to face her. “So what is America’s most ubiquitous young woman doing back with The Rolling Stones on this lengthy expedition? I was wondering where you had run off to following our shows in Chicago.”

[themicktaylor]

“Well, boring happens to be my nature, at least according to Bill,” He grinned politely, never one to allow the words of others to bother him, he was well aware that keeping to himself on and offstage came with the occasional mockery. Tilting his head to the side, he covered his mouth to hide the smile of amusement that was making its way onto his face before collecting himself and gesturing to the table beside him. “Radio’s right here…” His thick brows furrowed as his voice continued its playful tone. “…now you mentioned getting creative earlier. What would you have in mind if given a chance to punish someone charged with theft?” he brought the joint to his ruby lips, taking a long, slow drag as his eyes dreamily gazed back into hers.

[greyhoundgxrl]

“Well, Bill is a bit of a bore himself, so he’s not one to talk,” Maddie giggled. She sauntered over to the radio and turned it on, flipping through the stations. Santana’s new hit, Black Magic Woman, was playing. Maddie smiled, doing a little danced before dropping down on the bed. She crawled over to Mick until their faces were only inches apart. A cute little smirk spread across her face, “you tell me, Mick.” 

[themicktaylor]

“That much is definitely certain,” Mick replied with a nod, letting the smoke drift from his lips as his eyes followed her across the room on her way to the radio. It made him curious when it came to her switching through various stations until she had found a song that fit the current atmosphere of the room, swaying her hips to the smooth Latin-based rhythm of the song and continued the smooth act on her way onto the bed. Her eyes glistened like fine jewels as she looked deeply into his eyes, her face tantalizingly close to his as though daring him to do something about it. Mick smugly grinned, setting aside what was left of the joint in the ashtray accompanied by a gentle sigh. He was well aware of her intentions, glancing down at her smirking lips only gave him all the more reasons to take part in the brewing temptation. “I’d rather you show me.”

[themicktaylor]

❝ I love the feel of silk against my skin. ❞

“Do you now?” the young man asked absently before turning his head slowly over his shoulder to look at who might be speaking only to find the voice belonging to an all too familiar face. A soft grin pressed itself into his seraphic features upon recognisation. “I can’t fathom how lovely a combination of the two must feel,” he effused as he turned to face her. “So what is America’s most ubiquitous young woman doing back with The Rolling Stones on this lengthy expedition? I was wondering where you had run off to following our shows in Chicago.”

[themicktaylor]

“Well, boring happens to be my nature, at least according to Bill,” He grinned politely, never one to allow the words of others to bother him, he was well aware that keeping to himself on and offstage came with the occasional mockery. Tilting his head to the side, he covered his mouth to hide the smile of amusement that was making its way onto his face before collecting himself and gesturing to the table beside him. “Radio’s right here…” His thick brows furrowed as his voice continued its playful tone. “…now you mentioned getting creative earlier. What would you have in mind if given a chance to punish someone charged with theft?” he brought the joint to his ruby lips, taking a long, slow drag as his eyes dreamily gazed back into hers.

[spookywarmlight-deactivated2014]

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[promptos-biceps]

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