DutchStudent

Care to give your right hand the night off?

Well hello there, pretty boy, you got a name?

Dominant and kinky. [Plays with the hem of her shirt]

But I can’t really get them if you won’t let me go. Unless you want me to carry you.

Did you think those toys were meant for me? *chuckles, taking her shirt and tossing it over her head.*

*grins* Yeah, carry me. If you can…

#Thank You #Work was great #one night stand #ironwomanjones

[Looks at her breast for a second before looking her in the eyes again with a playful smirk] Who knows. [Lifts her up]

Which room is your bedroom?

Directions Maybe? || Tim and Saadt

"No actually," She said pulling open the door of the fridge. She motioned him to come over into the kitchen with a smile, that hadn’t faded since the moment they started talking. "Well, I was sent to boarding school and started my graduate studies there so I spent more of my life in England than I have in Turkey." Saying that made Saadt feel a bit homesick…

She missed the coffee that never stopped flowing, the things that ten year old Saadt remembered. Every time she had visited Turkey in the past few years everything always ended in a fight. She swallowed back her tears because she didn’t want to look like a child in front of Tim.

Turning around, she had a plate of waffles in hand, that she had taken from Emma, “I hope you like them. If you don’t I’m not the one that made them.” She laughed setting them on the table.

#From which country are you?#Because southern can mean a lot of things #Directions maybe #thedancingturk

Tim followed her into the kitchen and decided against asking more, he could see it brought some hurtful memories. She had hidden it well but there had been something in her eyes that told him not everything was well. It was gone through when she offered him some waffles. The waffle did seem familiar, they looked just like the ones his cousin makes. He wondered if they were going to be just as good. He took one of the plate and took a bit. Yep these were Emma's waffles. "Have you tasted them yourself? Because you wouldn't be saying that if you did." Alright maybe some people didn't like her waffles but Tim had yet to meet anyone.

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Catching up || Tim and Emma

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"Of course, American society is one of the more diverse ones in the world and it has the most opportunities," she agreed as she tried to smooth down the one last flyaway hair before giving up and leaving it as it was. "It really is the best university around, isn’t it? Not just the academic programs, but the people here and the campus too! It’s so ethnically diverse and there’s so many programs offered." Emma was very happy with her choice of university, she’d deliberated about which one to go to for a long while before she’d applied. "I’m a history major and I’ve always studied history and wars in the same perspective, so looking at it from a new one, especially America since they weren’t involved in most European wars until World War I, is a great experience. Since New York is a cultural melting pot there’ll also be different views on history and I thought it would be a good challenge."

"I do a core workout on Monday, on Tuesday I do a race-pace run for about four or five miles, Wednesdays is a recovery day so I just do a jog or a run for about thirty minutes, Thursday is my mile sprint repeats, Friday is a long 10k, Saturday is another recovery day, and Sunday I take off," she explained in one very long run-on sentence. She had a schedule going which was only interrupted if she had a meet that week, and running was one of the only areas where the Belgian girl was able to keep a steady schedule.

#Catching Up #wafflesandmuses

“I defiantly agree on the many different view and etic groups that live here. But wouldn’t a Asian country have been richer from a historical point of view?” As far as Tim knew most American history became document after the Europeans came, but it was still different material than what they learned in school. “I mean they have records of history that are dating back in time for quite a couple of years, more so than American history. And it is certainly a different view and culture” Asia was defiantly more of a culture shock then the USA was.

That sure sounded like a tight and strict schedule. “What are you training for again?” He through he heard her say something about a marathon but with such training one wouldn’t hold out the 42 something km. This type of training was more for speed.

Directions Maybe? || Tim and Saadt

"Most Turks and Arabs do, but it’s used mostly for Turkish coffee because Arabic coffee is made much differently than, I’m sorry I wouldn’t bother you with all these facts about coffee." She laughed light-heartedly at his comment. "That’s because I studied in England for the past twelve years of my life, Tim." She didn’t use their slang, only adapted the accent.

“Oh, I’m just wondering, because I would hate to have you go home too late.” She told him, and picked up her and his coffee cups. “Do you want anything to eat?” She asked, remembering she had some of Emma’s leftover waffles in her fridge.

#I absolutly have a Dutch accent #but unlike some of my friends I can't change it by will #I ones had a American British and Austrailian accent in one sentence #Directions maybe #thedancingturk

It was funny to hear her ramble on and then stop, catching herself in the act. “For the past twelve years? Did your family move when you went to secondary education?” Now that she mentioned it, she did sound more British then the average person on campus.

"You don’t have to worry" Tim could take care of himself, even though NYC was defiantly not one of the safest places on earth.

He was going to decline the offer when his stomach started to protest, growling quietly. “I would like something, yes” it wasn’t so weird that he was hungry but hadn’t notices, he had eaten something during work in the kitchen but those were all small bites because he wasn’t supposed to eat at all.

Care to give your right hand the night off?

Well hello there, pretty boy, you got a name?

*Presses her hand against his back, pulling him forward and back against her* ‘How about we play fair, and you go to the second drawer in my room, pick out whatever toys you want to be used on you, and then come back?’

#I'll have to dissapoint you #I'll only go with two toys #I'll be gone today #I have to work the whole night #one night stand #ironwomanjones

Dominant and kinky. [Plays with the hem of her shirt]

But I can’t really get them if you won’t let me go. Unless you want me to carry you.

Directions Maybe? || Tim and Saadt

Saadt took in about every piece of information she could, even though come three hours later she would have forgotten about half of it or even more. But she did try to stay attentive.

"I’m from Turkey, Istanbul specifically." She replied. He accent may have thrown him off, since most of her studies did happen in the UK. "You can tell by the way I make my coffee. Not everyone uses my small little pot to make it anymore." Her lips curled into a small smile, and stretched her arms. "Are you going to stay the night? Because you might have too if you let me talk."

#Then she shouldn't move to the Netherlands or Denmark #I'm not to familier with Turks #Atleast not full blood Turks #Directions maybe #thedancingturk

"Turks are the only one that use a little pot or is that something Istanbullers do?" He didn't know much about the specific of the Turkish culture but he could always learn. "And you don't sound like most people from the middle east." Then again people said he didn't have the typical Dutch accent.

The question threw him off a bit. It hadn't been to late when she had asked him for directions and he didn't life to far from here so he could easily go home at any hour really. "No I won't. I have no problem with going home at night" he didn't want to seem rude or make her feel like she was irritating or a bad host, but staying the night might be a bit much.

Care to give your right hand the night off?

Well hello there, pretty boy, you got a name?

[moves her against the counter, mouth close to her left ear] Ever heard of body language, it tells great stories.

[nibs at her earlobe, testing the water] And didn’t I tell you I’m in for anything.

Maybe I just want to hear how good of a time you’re having, loud and clear. //grins, letting out a small sigh, and running her hands up his chest.

You did, but you also don’t seem too prepared for what might be in store.

#one night stand #ironwomanjones

[goose bumps follow the trail of her hand] hmm, I'll try to keep it in mind.

[Slips a hand under her shirt] Now do I? [nips at her neck] Maybe you're right. [moves back a bit and looks her in the eyes while smirking] Why don't you surprise me and find out hé?

Care to give your right hand the night off?

Well hello there, pretty boy, you got a name?

Not really.

[leans into her personal space] Unless you are into that.

Well, how am I supposed to get an idea of what you like or don’t like if you don’t talk? //purrs slightly, moving her fingers towards the waistband of his jeans.

#one night stand #ironwomanjones

[moves her against the counter, mouth close to her left ear] Ever heard of body language, it tells great stories.

[nibs at her earlobe, testing the water] And didn’t I tell you I’m in for anything.

Care to give your right hand the night off?

Well hello there, pretty boy, you got a name?

[tries to keep himself in check]

Thanks

[takes a big wig]

You’re not very talkative, are you?

#I think I might make him a bit more bolt #one night stand #ironwomanjones

Not really.

[leans into her personal space] Unless you are into that.

Care to give your right hand the night off?

Well hello there, pretty boy, you got a name?

Beer’s fine by me.

Mmm, *gets them from the fridge, allowing him a great view of her behind* Here.

#Well you aren't making this 'easy' for the guy #XD #Or maybe a bit to easy #one night stand #ironwomanjones

[tries to keep himself in check]

Thanks

[takes a big wig]

Care to give your right hand the night off?

Well hello there, pretty boy, you got a name?

Sure, what do you have?

Regular; just some vodka, and beer.

#one night stand #ironwomanjones #How do I make this go to the action part #Maybe I should read some smut again today

Beer's fine by me.

Directions Maybe? || Tim and Saadt

"The Netherlands really does sound pretty." She wasn’t going to go on some rampage about tulips just yet. Maybe she should get some for her room later on, some pink ones would look wonderful in the abstract decor of her bedroom- She thought about what she actually wanted to know about the Netherlands and was faced with many very overwhelming questions.

"I would want to know what you like the best about it. Even though it is home, something else about it." She said, hoping he’d open up, or even warm up to her a tiny bit. She could go on for hours talking about Turkey, because she loved everything about it, right down to the immense amount of cats in Istanbul. "Please?"

#XD #Nice #Getting Tim drunk is hard to #I will have to dissapoint you #Tim is going to have a limited amount of knowlige about flowers #Directions maybe #thedancingturk

“What I like best about the Netherlands?” He did really have to think about that one. If he would get the choice he would rather live there than here but he had never really thought about the whys. “The down to earth and honest attitude probably” and the fact that he could go around easier and could find cloths easier was not a bad thing either. Now that he really thought about it the fakeness with which a lot of people here talked was driving him nuts. He now also started to appreciate the way the taxes were structured and all the social issues were mostly taken care of while still giving people freedom and rewarding people for hard work. If he were to get a health problem or some other shit here he was royally screwed. Yes living here was a lot cheaper but also a lot more dangerous.

He had to snap himself out of it, drifting too much into his own thoughts, forgetting that Saadt was sitting in front of him. “Where did you come from again?”

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Apartment hunting || Tim and Arthur

"Experience is probably one of the most important things in applying for a job, actually," Arthur admitted, taking another sip of his tea. His uncle’s company was a godsend, interning there would give him something to put on his resume that would hopefully boost him in applying for a job or starting one up himself. "Different culture, I guess. Having just a major would be helpful; you could just focus solely on that one area. Although I do admit it’s nice to have a minor, especially if it goes hand-in-hand with the major."

"I played while I was in secondary school and my first year at Imperial, but I quit after that. Just too much to handle with a job and the rigorous courses I was taking." Plus attempting to manage living away from home the first couple years was a rough ride too, even though the Brit enjoyed his new-found freedom.

"Imperial College was lovely, I’ll admit, and it had a lot of diversity in it. America, however, and especially New York, is the optimal place to study Political Science where there’s a plethora of different viewpoints and beliefs together in one city," he explained. London was indeed one of the more diverse British cities, however it didn’t compare to New York at all. "My uncle was already here for a business opportunity, and he needed a little help with it too so he offered me an interning position at his company. What motivated you to choose World University?"