she was like the sea on a stormy day.

Run, whirlwind run Further and further away Into the sun In, 20 minutes Everyone will remember you when you're gone And your heart, is a stone Buried underneath your pretty clothes Don't you know people write songs about girls like you?

[dleonhart]

"Hilarious, actually."

"Have you seen that place? It’s two hundred years old and the owners are about the same age. They’re not installing cameras anytime soon."

[wildstormofagirl]

"Point taken. And they trust you with the keys, they can't be too smart. I'm happy to see you're still in one piece."

[dleonhart]

"Who are you? I was only recommending an option of the menu."

"I’m joking, Brinley, since we screwed on a display at the museum that is my place of employment. Couldn’t forget; didn’t expect to see you so soon, though."

[wildstormofagirl]

"Ha, funny."

"Yeah, that's exactly what I meant. Well, I do live here. So, you still have your job? Guess that means they aren't any cameras in there. Which is a relief."

[dleonhart]

"You ordered the wrong thing, is all. Should’ve gotten the Jambalaya."

[wildstormofagirl]

"I'll remember for next time. Donovan, right? Haven't seen you since... you know."

[bonesofsteele]

"God, I know. Of all the restaurants to set a bomb off outside of, they choose the only one with decent food."

[wildstormofagirl]

"My thoughts exactly. This? This is disgusting. Hopefully the reparations won't last too long."

[doctor-porter]

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[wildstormofagirl]

Brinley pressed her lips to his collarbone, tracing the hard line of bone with her teeth and tongue to the hollow of his throat. The girl was usually above begging, being the one that called the shots in all aspects of her life – especially sex, but there she was. He was barely touching her and she was just about ready to say pretty please. She moved her fingers down his exposed stomach, smirking up at him. She was prepared to just flip him over and have her way with him, but Marcel finally gave her what she wanted.

She moaned, the anticipation of more driving her body crazy with desire. She gasps at the slide of his tips against her slit, circling her sensitive clit. She muttered his name, her eyes closing and her fingers clinging tightly to his arm. Her eyelids fluttered open and she looked up at him, rocking her hips forward and biting down hard on her lower lip. She smiled softly when he felt his teeth pulling on her skin, sending tingles down to her core. “Shit, Marcel, you–” She couldn't get the words out, the sounds coming out of her mouth communicating perfectly what she was trying to express. Her legs moved closer to her body easily, she'd never been so thankful for tennis in her life.

Her hands grasped at his strong arms, getting accustomed to his size with every thrust. He was buried deep inside her and she could say with certainty that this was going to be the best sex of her life. Brinley could feel her clit throbbing as he started moving faster and deeper, begging for attention. His finger found her clit and she shuddered under him, panting heavily. She managed a small smile when he brought his wet finger to her lips. “You're kind of kinky,” she whispered before grabbing his hand and bringing the finger to her lips, sucking on it gently.

[wildstormofagirl]

"This place is not nearly as good as Rousseau's."

[doctor-porter]

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[wildstormofagirl]

The blonde narrowed her eyes at the man hovering over her, the grin on his face and the chuckle escaping his lips having the desired effect. She felt like she was on fire. Every inch of her skin was burning up and the light touches on her skin only made him crave him more. Teasing was fun and all, but she was just about ready to rip off the fabric that was hiding was she really wanted. “For god's sake,” she muttered, staring at him back. Brinley was a competitive girl and telling him what he wanted to hear sounded a lot like losing, but she was so desperate for more she would've said just about anything. “I want you, Marcel,” she groaned, needing more of him and fast. Her hand quickly reached up to grasp the back of his neck and pulled him down, crashing her lips on his.

A smirk appeared on her features when he pulled away and started pulling the last item of clothing he was wearing. Propping herself up on her elbows, her eyes drifted down his chest appreciatively until they stopped on his member, which was more than impressive. She wet her lips, raising an eyebrow as he stroked himself. “Funny, I was just about to say that,” she whispered, her eyes glancing up to meet his. He lifted her back off the bed with ease and unclasped her bra just as easily, her lips leaving sloppy kisses down his jawline as he worked his magic. She wanted to touch him so bad and was about to do just that when her back hit the bed again. Her hands were sliding down his chest slowly, about to reach their destination when he grabbed her wrists and pin them above her head. Her lips parted, about to protest this new position when his mouth found her chest again. She threw her head back, the cold air on her nipples sending shivers down her spine.

Brinley managed to lift up her head just in time to see his lips reach the waistband of her underwear. He'd barely touched her and she was already moaning and writhing for him. He was good, she had to admit that. She lost track of her panties as they went flying across the room, too focused on Marcel to really care about her lacy underwear. “I've been ready for you for awhile now,” she groaned before he shut her up by kissing her. Her hands moved down his back, pulling her down against her insistently. Her legged wrapped tightly against his waist and she moaned quietly as she felt his bulge pressed against her wet center.

[blakeslivelys]

[doctor-porter]

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[wildstormofagirl]

Marcel had barely touched her and Brinley was already panting with need. It had been a long time since she'd craved someone so much and it was both excited and terrifying. She didn't know anything about him except for his name, this was just supposed to be a random hookup. She had to keep reminding herself of that. The blonde wasn't sure what to reply to his question, she didn't want to seem as eager as she actually was. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out, only a soft whine when his tongue found her nipple. She had to fight back the instinct to close her eyes, not wanting to break eye contact with him. She ran her hand over his short hair, gripping the base of his hairline and keeping him close to her breasts. There was no protest from her when his hand found the back of her knee and pulled it further apart from the other. Her skirt hitched to her waist easily, probably due to its short length, and she sighed both in anticipation of what was coming and because of the attention he was now paying to her other nipple. She kept her head lifted the entire time, unable to tear her blue eyes away from Marcel's stare.

An impatient groan left her lips as he massages the inside of her thigh, making her legs twitch slightly. She felt like she was going to come out of her skin if he didn't touch her soon. She could actually feel heat radiating off her center, already soaking wet for him. Brinley was close to just grabbing his hand and slipping it under her panties. She inhaled sharply when his palm finally touched her center, pressing softly against her clit. Her lower back curved off the bed, her free hand roaming down his back. She smiled against his lips, her free hand pushing his down on her center with insistence. “Don't play with me,” she whispered, her voice low, breaking the kiss momentarily. She was usually a patient girl, but that was just another habit she was going to break with him.

[casey-dunbar-blog]

Oh, absolutely.

[wildstormofagirl]

Well, it's as interesting as it sounds.

[h-ellriot]

No, no; I’m working as a librarian at the local public library; I haven’t been in school for a long time - but that doesn’t mean I’ll be any less amazing at tutoring.

[wildstormofagirl]

Oh, I'm not doubting your tutoring skills. I'm sure if anyone can do it, it's a librarian.

[doctor-porter]

Marcel smirked as he noted that he wasn’t the only one eager to get rid of the layers between them, his hands running up and down the blonde’s smooth skin. “Bree,” He breathed against her lips as their bodies pressed closer together, his jeans suddenly feeling much tighter than they were just a few seconds ago. One of his hands reached up to squeeze her breast over her bra, his teeth sinking into her lower lip harshly. Without warning, his hands were on her hips again and he was carrying her to the bedroom, setting her down on the mattress and crawling over her. His lips trailed kissed up her chest and along her collarbone before settling on a spot on her jawline, sucking on her skin softly as he held himself over her with his elbow. His other hand found its way to the back of her knee again, rolling his hips continuously against her so she could feel every inch of him.

[wildstormofagirl]

Brinley couldn't help but grin against his lips when he whispered her name, the nickname he gave her growing on her incredibly fast. She whimpered quietly as he bit down on her now swollen lips and palmed her breast over the fabric of her bra, craving his touch like she rarely did. There was no denying that she had some experience with boys and Marcel definitely knew what he was doing. She was so distracted with his lips and the feel of his skin against hers that she barely noticed him picking her up setting her down on the bed. Biting down on her bottom lip, the blonde threw her head back against the bed as he left kisses up her chest to her jawline. She ran her palms down his sides, only to slid them back up again, her nails leaving subtly red marks on his skin. She squirmed under him, rubbing herself upwards on his hardening bulge. Moaning quietly, she moved her hands down his back and over his jeans, pulling him down against her harshly. "Marcel," she murmured, glancing down at him. She rarely spoke the other person's word during intercourse, sometimes because she didn't know it, but mostly because it felt too personal. For some reason, she hadn't been able to help herself now.

[breathtakingqueens]

[h-ellriot]

I guess we will.

So you’re aiming for the pros, then? If school is more a necessity than a choice, I mean. Looks like we do; and, I mean, if you ever need a tutor…

[wildstormofagirl]

I am. Things are going well for now, my odds are good. Do you go to Tulane's too? Might just take you up on that tutoring.

[dleonhart]

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[wildstormofagirl]

Brinley chuckled quietly and moved her hands up his chest, not wanting to prolong this any longer than it needed to be. He was hot and all, but random hookups were meant to be quick and easy. “My bad, won't try that again,” she whispered before going back to kissing. Her legs parted when he stepped closer, allowing him easier access. She grunted softly when he started moving inside her, her hands gripping his back roughly. Her mouth opened slightly against his lips and she arched forward to meet his thrust.

[doctor-porter]

Marcel groaned against her as she arched into him, his other hand moving to hold onto her waist as the kiss deepened. The hand on her waist ran up and down her side, keeping her body firmly placed against him as the hand that was on her cheek moved down to her side as well, only to then move to her hip, gripping it closely. Breaking the kiss suddenly, he turned them around so that her back was pressed against the wall, giving her a lust-filled gaze as he pulled his shirt off. There was way too many layers between them. As their lips met again, one of his hands ran down to the back of her knee, hitching it around his waist as he pressed himself against her, rolling his hips.

[wildstormofagirl]

Brinley growled softly when he pulled away, breaking the kiss momentarily. She used the opportunity to take off her shirt, her fingers fumbling to undo the button of her blouse. The annoying piece of fabric joined his shirt on the floor. She paused to observe him, her eyes scanning down his body with an appreciative gaze. It took no time before his lips were back on hers, his hand pulling up her leg. Gripping the back of his neck, she hooked her leg around his waist and put her palms back on his waist. The blonde groped and pulled at him in a frenzied attempt to get as close as they could. She responded eagerly to the roll of his hips, groaning against his lips.

[doctor-porter]

"You really do," Marcel agreed with her, wondering how it was even possible that she’d hadn’t been around the Quarter before tonight. "The Quarter’s the place to be," He grinned with a nod and chuckled at her comment. "You already know," He replied in a sing-song voice, mimicking that one Iggy Azalea song. The vampire wasn’t a big fan of her music but that song was so overplayed, he couldn’t help but know the lyrics. "C’mon," He told her as he got the door unlocked and pulled her inside, locking the door behind her. Before she could have a chance to look around his ‘apartment,’ he was pulling her close to him, his hand on her cheek as their lips collided once again.

[wildstormofagirl]

"Yeah, I'm starting to realize that," she said with a grin. Truth was, she hadn't made many friends since moving to New Orleans, whether it was in the Quarter or at her university. She talked to everyone in her classes and on the tennis team, but never showed up when they invited her out. It was easier to keep that at a distance that way. It had never occurred to her to go out alone in the Quarter until recently, but she was sure glad she did now. "Alright, Iggy," Brinley said with a chuckle. She followed him inside, her eyes scanning the apartment. Just when she was about to give him the obligatory "nice place", she was pulled back to him. Forgetting all about their surroundings and common courtesy, she arched her body against his and slid her hands down his sides to his waist.