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Post by Callisto Monmair on Mar 21, 2009 0:08:06 GMT -5
I watched his every moment, trying to see the weakness flicker in his eyes. His eyes stayed the same way they were when he first walked in, but humor I could tell was there also. I jumped up and tried to circle him. He was fun, but he didn't fall for my best tricks, not one! He was cold, but entertaining and i couldn't get that smile from my head.
I streched my neck, my eyes looking him over. "Well, i figured I would walk alone to some place," I said, placing a innocent look on my face as I neared his face and whispered, "Care to join me?"
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Post by Nicholas Hawthorne on Mar 22, 2009 13:54:49 GMT -5
 Nicholas Hawthorne ![/size] "seventeen", really 319, vampire-ny coven, womanizer, here to scope out the witches.l- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center]
Nicholas stuffed his hands deep into the pockets of his slacks, arching a brow curiously as Callie began to circle him. A small smirk began to play along Nicholas's lips and he turned his head to the right, and then to the left to follow Callie with his eyes as she encircled him. Nicholas pursed his lips, trying his best to tone down his smirk when Callie stopped directly in front of him.
Chuckling, Nicholas nodded his head. "I would love to join you Miss Callie." He replied, holding out his arm for Callie to take. "Would you care to inform me as to where exactly we will be walking to, or is that a secret?" Nicholas questioned.
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Post by Callisto Monmair on Mar 22, 2009 15:08:08 GMT -5
I watched him do the signature eyebrow arch. I playfully took his arm and nuzzled his neck before whispering in his ear. "A secert" I pulled him carfully bby the arm and snuck around the stage into the back stage. Dust covered ever inch and another cloud of it flew up as my feet touched the ground. I had no idea where i was taking him, but I didn't care, it wasn't ever day i found a cute stranger. I pulled him into the anicent dressing room. Above high ceilings let little light in from the broken window panes, from the street lights. I immeditly went to the counter pulling out candles that I had put there before in case of a emergency. I lit a few to keep the mirrors ablaze which cast a shadow of his face.
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Post by Nicholas Hawthorne on Mar 22, 2009 17:11:34 GMT -5
Nicholas Hawthorne ! [/size] "seventeen", really 319, vampire-ny coven, womanizer, here to scope out the witches.l- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center]
have i told you, pirate skittles! from caution! 2.0 made this template ?!
Nicholas grinned down at Callie as she took his arm. Nicholas's grin turned into a smirk as he felt her nuzzle his neck. As she nuzzled his neck, Nicholas took in a breath, taking in her scent. As Callie's scent filled his senses, Nicholas realized that not only did the blood of a witch have a different scent as opposed to that of a human, but it also smelled a lot better than that of a simple human. As this realization came over Nicholas, he couldn't help but wonder if the blood of a witch tasted better than that of a human. Nicholas could feel his mouth watering at the thought of tasting Callie's blood but he contained himself and forced his mind to get off of that subject. He had been sent to find out information about the witches, not to snack. There would be time for that later.
"You're lucky I like secrets." Nicholas replied, smirking as he allowed himself to be pulled around towards the back of the stage. Once backstage, Nicholas scowled lightly at all of the dust. He couldn't help but think that it was a good thing that he didn't need to breath in order to survive, or he would be breathing in all of that dust. When Callie began to light the candles, Nicholas stuffed his hands into pockets and leaned against the nearest wall. "So, why did you bring me back here? Did you bring me here in the hopes that I would let you have your way with me?" Nicholas half-teased, letting out a small laugh as he eyed Callie.
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Post by Callisto Monmair on Mar 22, 2009 17:52:35 GMT -5
I bent down to light the last candle. "Well, I was hoping that was your job" I said, hiding my smirk, refusing to look back at him. I've learned that never looking at them in a tense state creates pressure and what happened when pressure builds? I swept my air over my left shoulder, revealing a bare shoulder. I was never good at this when I was younger, just a nervous little stick girl who couldn't speak to guys and now I want to rip the guys clothes off, what the hell is wrong with me!
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Post by Nicholas Hawthorne on Mar 27, 2009 22:19:13 GMT -5
At Callie's words, Nicholas couldn't help but smirk to himself. Inwardly, Nicholas congratulated himself and patted himself on the back. Sure, things with Callie had started off a bit rough, but the Hawthorne looks and charm had once more been able to give Nicholas an advantage. "You were hoping, really?" He questioned, taking a few steps away from the wall he had been leaning against. Nicholas removed his hands from his pockets and walked towards Callie. Now standing right behind her, Nicholas placed a hand on her waist before leaning down so that his mouth was right next to her ear. "Seems you're in luck then." He whispered before using his hands to gently turn her around so that she was facing him. Once this had been accomplished, Nicholas leaned down, gently kissing Callie on the lips.
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Post by Callisto Monmair on Mar 27, 2009 22:30:37 GMT -5
I felt his hand on my waist ever so slightly and I sucked on deep breath, wondering why I wasn't breathing. He turned me around as I looked deep into his eyes, those strange dark eyes. His lips neared mine and slowly pressed against mine. Shock of electricity chilled me to the bone as I put my hand on his neck and pulled him forward. His lips crashed deeper into the kiss as I held a tangle of his hair. I parted from him to take a deep breath and then said in gasping breaths, "Do you always do this to strangers?"
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Post by Nicholas Hawthorne on Mar 28, 2009 0:16:15 GMT -5
Nicholas smirked against Callie's lips as he felt her entangle her hand into his hair. Out of all the things a girl could do, when a girl played with or touched his hair, that was Nicholas's absolute favorite thing. He had no idea why, but it was probably Nick's biggest turn on. Nicholas brought his other hand down onto Callie's waist before he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her right up against him. When Callie parted from him, Nicholas let out a breath as if to pretend that he too, was out of breath. However, that was the farthest thing from the truth. Nicholas didn't need to breath, and thus, it was always a bit annoying for him when others did.
Nicholas chuckled at Callie's comment and shrugged his shoulders. "No, not really." He lied. The truth was that Nicholas would pick up girls in clubs and take them home nearly every night. Ever since Miranda had died, Nicholas had turned into one heck of a womanizer. "Do you usually talk this much when making out?" Nicholas questioned, arching a brow at Callie as a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.
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Post by Callisto Monmair on Mar 28, 2009 0:21:05 GMT -5
I smiled, making a show of it as I gave him a quick peak. "Well, only if I see if they think its worth it" I said, focusing intently on his eyes. I looked down at his plain black tie and held a grip on it before tugging on it, loosening it around the edges. "Are you worth it?" I asked him, throwing the tie to the floor, my fingers itching to unbutton his white oxford shirt.
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Post by Nicholas Hawthorne on Mar 28, 2009 18:26:17 GMT -5
Nicholas arched a brow, smirking at Callie. A small, short, chuckle escaped his lips and he shook his head. "So you ramble on when you actually think someone is worth it?" He questioned, the curious look on his face growing even more. "That sounds a bit counter-productive to me." In the back of his mind, Nicholas couldn't help but conclude that Callie was one to definitely like playing games with people. Rather than turning Nicholas off, this made him even more attracted towards her at the current moment. Nicholas was definitely one for games, and he liked it when a girl could keep up. Otherwise, it was over all too quickly and it was all too boring.
Nicholas grinned at Callie's next question and he brought a hand up from where it was resting on her waist, up to her cheek. Smirking, Nicholas leaned closer to Callie, placing his lips right by her ear. "I might be a bit biased, but I do in fact think that I am worth it." Nicholas whispered, the smirk on his face growing with every world that slipped out of his mouth. "What's your opinion on the matter?" He asked, trailing his lips along Callie's jawline, letting them hover right above her lips. However, as his tie fell to the floor, Nicholas had a feeling he already knew the answer to that question of his.
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Post by Callisto Monmair on Mar 28, 2009 18:34:37 GMT -5
Just feeling his bare lips on my cool skin sent a senation up my spine. He was worth it, he wasn't like ever other guy....he was diferent, mysterious. "Well-"I started to saw as I regained my posture, pressing my hands agianst his chest, feeling his hidden muscles. "I think your adquite." I traced the tip of my finger down his stomach then to his chest, then I pulled him closer as I felt his cold arm brush agianst me.
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Post by Nicholas Hawthorne on Mar 28, 2009 19:21:26 GMT -5
"Just adequate?" Nicholas said arching a brow. Nicholas clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shook his head a bit. "Now that just won't do." He said, letting out a small sigh, pretending to be dissapointed in himself. Nicholas smirked when he felt Callie's hands pressing against his chest and then running a finger down his abdominal. Nicholas dropped his voice down into a whisper, "Now there has got to be something we can do about that to change your opinion into a more favorable one." He said, tracing his lips along Callie's neck. Nicholas could smell her blood and he could hear it pulsing in her veins and he said his mental thanks to the fact that he had a very good amount of self control. Nicholas traced his lips along Callie's neck, then her jawline, until he reached her lips. Nicholas let his lips hover above hers for a few moments, before he kissed her rather gently to see her reaction.
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Post by Callisto Monmair on Mar 28, 2009 19:27:27 GMT -5
Those lips had such a familar sense that I could just melt. I kissed back visiously as I grasped him in my arms, wrapping one leg around his waist. The last thing he said rolling around in my head like a tumble weed. "Now there has got to be something we can do about that to change your opinion into a more favorable one." My breath was shortened as let his mouth do its own talking. "Do your wrost" I said, in a low voice, my tounge rolling.
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Post by Nicholas Hawthorne on Mar 28, 2009 20:46:28 GMT -5
Nicholas felt Callie's grip tighten around him and he smirked against her lips. Nicholas had succesfully reeled Callie in and he was quite pleased with himself. His grip around her waist tightened and Nicholas brought one hand up to the base of her neck before entangling a hand through her hair. Nicholas chuckled as Callie gave him permission to do his worst. "I'm not quite sure if you could handle that." He whispered into her ear as he gripped her leg with his other hand, running his hand slowly up and down her leg. Spotting a table behind Callie, Nicholas picked her up only to sit her down onto the table, meeting her lips with his as soon as she was seated on the table.
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Post by Callisto Monmair on Mar 28, 2009 20:55:08 GMT -5
I greeted the lips with welcome arms as he seated on the soild table. "Then, Nicholas Hawtorne, you don't know me very well" said, my heart beating beneath the pale white matieral. With his lips still searching mine, I felt blindly for his shirt buttons. I freed one of my hand and pulled the band in my hair, letting my hair flow freely. 3 buttons gone as I felt his pale skin delicitly, feeling the ice. "Your so cold" I whispered to him, freeing my lips from his hold.
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