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Post by Nicholas Hawthorne on Mar 28, 2009 21:59:25 GMT -5
Nicholas chuckled, "I think I do." Nicholas replied, his voice making him sound as if he was completely, one hundred percent positive about his previous statement. "I don't think you could handle my worst Miss Callie. Though, you are free to do whatever you please to try and convince me otherwise." Nicholas retorted, smirking, wondering exactly how Callie was going to reply to that statement. Nicholas absolutely loved playing games with people, and the fact that Callie seemed like she did so as well, only heightened the experience for Nicholas. When Callie let her hair fall loosely, Nicholas grinned and ran his hands through it. Nicholas hated how one of the newer styles was for a girl to cut her hair short. Nicholas liked it when girls kept their hair long and he wished he could talk some sense into those girls who cut it short.
Nicholas grinned when Callie started to unbutton his shirt and he smirked even more when he felt her warm hand on his cool skin. Nicholas absolutely loved that feeling of hot on cold and it sent shivers down his spine. When Callie observed that his skin was really cold, Nicholas cursed in his mind for he had been hoping that she wouldn't think too much of it. " I guess I'm just cold blooded." Nicholas said, smirking, a joking tone in his voice. Callie had no idea how true that little joke was. Nicholas shrugged his shoulders before once more leaning his lips in close to Callie's, "I might just not be used to the weather here. Does it matter?" He whispered, brushing his lips against Callie's but not kissing her again just yet.
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Post by Callisto Monmair on Mar 28, 2009 22:05:01 GMT -5
I smiled at him, biting back my anger as he whispered into my ear...my favorite thing. "Well, how about this?" I whispered back to him, as I nibbled his ear for a second then stopped. I pushed myself away, and threw my hair up and jumped off the table. With a stifle yawn I started to untie my ballet shoes, reaching for my heels.
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Post by Nicholas Hawthorne on Mar 28, 2009 22:20:50 GMT -5
Nicholas arched a brow and then, right when Callie hopped off of the table, Nicholas's eyes went as wide as saucers. Nicholas looked at Callie in complete and utter shock as she started to reach for her heels. Nicholas frowned and looked around him in shock, as if this had to be some sort of joke. Things like this just did not happen to Nicholas Hawthorne. Girls were always throwing themselves and Nick and he was not used to a girl playing this much of a game with him. Nicholas arched a brow and ran a hand through his hair. A chuckle escaped Nicholas's lips and he grabbed Callie's hand, turning her around and pulling her right into his chest. "You do know it's not nice to tease a guy, right?" He whispered. Nicholas pushed Callie up against the closest wall, pressing his body up against hers, bringing his hand up to her hair and undoing the band that was keeping up up. "I give. I guess I don't know you all that well Miss Callie. Care to educate me?" He questioned, bringing his lips to her neck. Nicholas kissed her neck for a few moments before tracing her jawline with his lips.
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Post by Callisto Monmair on Mar 28, 2009 22:31:52 GMT -5
I suddenly felt his weight pressed agianst me. He was a ghost, a amazing sedeuctive ghost. I felt his lips graze my neck. "I give. I guess I don't know you all that well Miss Callie. Care to educate me?" I moaned slightly, feeling his touch. "If you wish" was all I managed to gasp as playfully bit his lip and then moved to his lower neck.
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Post by Nicholas Hawthorne on Mar 29, 2009 0:32:15 GMT -5
Nicholas smirked broadly upon hearing the small moan that escaped Callie's lips. Hearing the way a woman responded to him always made Nicholas get even more into it. Nicholas chuckled at Callie's reply and nodded his head, "Very good. I'm glad you've agreed to educate me on that manner. I would hate to be ignorant about something like that." He replied, grinning. As Callie bit his lip, Nicholas arched a brow and smirked playfully as she moved onto his neck. Right after a girl playing with his hair, a girl kissing his neck was Nicholas's second biggest turn on and he let out a satisfied sigh as Callie kissed his neck. Nicholas slid a hand under Callie's shirt, resting his hand on her waist, enjoying the feeling of her warm skin on his cold skin.
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Post by Callisto Monmair on Mar 29, 2009 0:37:49 GMT -5
I wanted to stop I knew this wasn't right, I knew I should be home at least acting like a resonsible teenager. I moved further down his chest, pulling each sleeve off until I had him shirtless. His pale white skin was so handsome in the candle light. Placing one hand on his neck, and another on his back I pressed myself harder and harder agianst him. I felt my heart contract by 2 seconds asI tilted my head back. "Whose the one who talks too much now?" I gasped, refusing to look him into the eyes.
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Post by Nicholas Hawthorne on Mar 29, 2009 22:53:51 GMT -5
Nicholas smirked as Callie pulled his shirt off, throwing it to the ground so that it landed in the same spot where his tie had been thrown down a few moments earlier. The air in the room was cool, but Nicholas didn't really notice it, and he was most definitely wasn't bothered by it. That was one of the few advantages to being a vampire. One was never bothered by how cold or how hot it got because the internal temperature of a vampire never changed. Nicholas let out a satisfied sigh as Callie pressed herself closer to him. At the beginning of this night, when Nicholas had first walked into the dance studio, Callie had seemed to distant that Nicholas honestly didn't think that things would have gotten this far between the two of them. However, now that they were proceeding in this direction, Nicholas couldn't have been more satisfied with himself. After all, it only proved to him that his charm was nearly irresistible, thus giving him a huge ego boost.
Nicholas chuckled at Callie's comment and he nodded his head. "Point taken." He muttered before crashing his lips onto hers. Nicholas put his hands on Callie's back, pulling her right into him. As Nicholas continued to kiss Callie, he let his hands find their way to the front of Callie's shirt and he slowly began to lift it, giving her time to refuse if she wanted to. Nicholas may have loved to sleep around, but he rarely was the violent type to force girls into anything.
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Post by Callisto Monmair on Mar 29, 2009 23:18:42 GMT -5
I felt the rush of the silk agianst my skin, but instead of the usual feeling of heat, I just felt the usual feel of cold, cold hands. I wanted his touch, but that familar cold...
Come on Cal. Don't you want to play?
I twitched in his arms, my nails digging into his bare back. I laid my head agianst his shoulder to catch my breath as the voices looped.
Your brother said you liked to play rough
"NO" I screamed, pushing Nic away, breathing hastly, feeling the same pain and terror...I raised my hand to my forehead to fell the cold sweat, My hands shook as feeling the scar on my hip. "I'm sorry" I whispered to him, not looking up.
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Post by Nicholas Hawthorne on Mar 29, 2009 23:51:55 GMT -5
Nicholas definitely thought that he was going to get lucky tonight. Well, that was at least until he felt Callie rest her head on his shoulder. Nicholas's hands froze in the process of pulling up Callie's shirt as he heard her breathing become more irregular than before. Nicholas was about to lean in, in order to ask her if she was okay, when she suddenly screamed 'no' and pushed him away. Nicholas's eyes opened wide in surprise and he instantly dropped his hands from Callie's shirt, back down to his sides. Nicholas was beyond surprised that Callie had pushed him away so violently. Nicholas couldn't remember the last time had gotten denied by a woman, and the fact that Callie had been so vehement about it made Nicholas curious.
Nicholas arched a brow at Callie as she apologized. Though he had never been denied by a woman before, Nicholas could hardly imagine that it was normal to receive and apology after words. "It's quite alright." Nicholas replied, his tone smooth, as if he really wasn't bothered my the situation. Though Nicholas's voice was collected and serene, his face told a slightly different story. Nicholas's brows were furrowed and his eyes were a bit annoyed. After all, no man liked being pushed away after having been convinced that he was going to get lucky. Especially men that had never before been denied. Nicholas cleared his throat, "You okay?" He questioned, scratching the back of his neck before he turned around and walked over to where his shirt and his tie were lying. Nicholas bent down, picking up both articles of clothing. Turning back around to face Callie, Nicholas awaited her reply as he shrugged on his shirt.
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Post by Callisto Monmair on Mar 29, 2009 23:59:19 GMT -5
I held my arm, trying to collect my head. Why did I have to think about him, why now? "I'm fine" I said in a stern voice, but I rolled up my sleaves and stepped away from him. The air had suddenly became stale and tense. "Look,-" I said, turning back to him, looking directly into his dark eyes. "-you were fun and was about to be funner, but not tonight" I said, my voice turning hard and stubborn.
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Post by Nicholas Hawthorne on Mar 31, 2009 17:07:16 GMT -5
Nicholas immediately noticed the change in tone in Callie's voice and he arched a brow at the sudden change in her demeanor. Callie's attitude had done a complete 180 degree turn, and Nicholas most certainly did not like being talked down to, in addition to be being denied. Now that his shirt was back on, Nicholas quickly buttoned it back up and rolled back the sleeves, fixing them into place with the small, golden cuffs. Nicholas grabbed his black, silk tie off of the floor and began to redo it when he felt Callie's eyes lock with his eyes. At Callie's remark, both of Nicholas's brows shot up and a sneer slowly took over Nicholas's face. Nicholas Hawthorne most certainly did not enjoy being spoken to in that manner.
A laugh escaped Nicholas's lips as he tied his tie. With a shrug of his shoulders, the sneer on Nicholas's face turned into a rather smug and self-satisfied smirk. "Not a problem love." Nicholas replied, shrugging his shoulders once more as a look of complete disinterest washed over his face. "It was fun, but now I'm sure I can go find someone else to go preoccupy myself with." Nicholas said, his smirk growing wider as each word slipped out of his mouth. Nicholas hated feeling as if the other person had control over the situation, and thus Nicholas was going to say or do anything to put himself back in control.
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Post by Callisto Monmair on Mar 31, 2009 18:08:50 GMT -5
I controled myself as I hid the twitch in my face, instead of anger I simply smiled at him, straightening my shirt. "Theres a brothel 2 doors down, if your lucky I'm sure they'll take you in" I said with a wink to him as I reached for my shoes. I hated men who think they could manlipate me, it was so imature...and besides revenge is better.
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Post by Nicholas Hawthorne on Apr 6, 2009 22:11:37 GMT -5
Despite himself, Nicholas let out a hearty chuckle at Callie's comment. Though Nicholas had to admit that he was extrodinarily peeved at the way that his evening was turning out, he was still able to recognize good remarks when he heard them. After all, Nicholas prided himself on having some serious talent when it came to the wit and the sarcasm department, and thus it was only fair that he recognize talent in others. Nicholas let out another chuckle before calmly running his hand through his hair. With an arched brow, Nicholas looked over at Callie from underneath his eyelashes "You're about a week too late with the information dear. Been there, done that. Or should I say done them?" Nicholas smirked to himself, arching a brow as his smirk widened.
Once Nicholas had redone his tie, his smoothed out his shirt, rolled up the sleeves and linked the cuffs. Nicholas ran a hand throug his hair once more to make sure that it still had that perfect messy look to it before he dusted his pants off. "Right well, since this party has ended, I best be off." Nicholas casually walked towards the door that would lead them out of the back room of the dance hall and back into the main area from which he could take his leave. Nicholas opened the door, but rather than going through it first himself, he helf it wide open and smirked at Callie. "After you Miss." He said, only the smallest hint of sarcasm in his voice. Even when he was peeved Nicholas managed to maintain some sort of semblance of gentleman like behaviour.
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Post by Callisto Monmair on Apr 6, 2009 22:21:02 GMT -5
I watched every mucle in his face, studying every twitch and serched for a drop of sweat, nothing this guy was cleaner than a bukingham palace guard. I nodded to him and passed him, feeling the cool air between us, but I turned once more to him and kissed him ever so lightly on the lips, just a taste. Without a a word I walked out of the dust invested building wondering why the hell I went in there in the first place.
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