JAMES/ back at your door

[JAMES ANDREW MICHAELS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, width: 420px; background-color: 888888; border: 10px solid #343138; padding: 2 2 2 2px;] WORD COUNT: too lazy to count | TAGGED: Devyn | OUTFIT Feel the bile rising from your guilty past 'Wrong again Devyn. Sweetcheeks would be the perfect name for you...just not in regards to the ones on your face.' He'd already checked her out and gotten caught, why not compliment the girl on her perfect assets. He smirked at the dark haired girl, fully expecting her face to turn red once again as she always seemed to do when he complimented, or said something of a sexual nature to her. He enjoyed the back and forth they flirting they shared, though he could admit sometimes he wanted just a little bit more. It might have been the apocalypse but he was still a man with certain needs. 'What would I need to draw the curtains for, were only here to clean up right?' He flashed her his pearly whites again continuing on towards the bedroom. In his room they would be safe from any wandering eyes, but her comment had left him with the idea that she was thinking the same thing that he was. Was this really about to happen? What if Mary and the boys came back early? He should have worked out some sort of signal so his housemate would know he needed alone time. Then again until he'd met Devyn and started getting closer to her sex hadn't exactly been the first thought on his mind. Now it was a constant thought. He turned back towards her, as she flashed the bottle of scotch. 'Never took you for the type to handle scotch. There's some coke in the fridge, if you want something to chase it with.' He walked back over to her after giving somewhat of a challenge, wondering how well she could handle alcohol. The last thing he needed was for her to end up puking on him again. Inside the kitchen he shuffled through the cabinets looking for certain glasses. 'Here they are.' He pulled out a couple of shot glasses. 'You sure you can handle it? I wouldn't want you to do anything you don't wanna do. His comment was clearly about the alcohol, but also hinted at what it looked like they were about to do. He needed an answer before she started downing alcohol because the last thing he wanted was for her to think he was taking advantage of her. You better run like hell You better run all day template created by brooke!

[DEVYN JENINA HORTON]

you're something beautiful

a contradiction

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Just not in regards to the ones on your face. Hot damn. She had to hide her face in her hands for that and shake her head, red and grinning behind them like the shy little virgin that she was. It was her fault for going along with it in the first place, but she found it kind of cute that James seemed to be having a blast out of making her blush. She had a feeling the teasing wouldn't end anytime soon unless she'd do something to shut him up for good. Or make things worse the following day, who knows.

"Right. Place needs some good rough lovin'. I mean, scrubbing. Although that works, too." She rolled her eyes and let out a small chuckle, pulling herself a chair to rest her elbows on its back. She ignored the coke comment, though it was definitely nice to know she had other options. As for other things, she'll just have to see.

A steep screeching sound tore through the tense silence in the room as she leaned forward against the metal chair, moving her body closer to his. She could feel her cheeks burn up, her heart beating against her chest as she swung her eyes up at him, nailing them in place. She smiled knowingly as James laid down the shot glasses before them. But before he could make another move Dev caught his wrist with one hand and pinned it down against the table. With one finger pressed on his lips, she angled her head to the side and flashed him a pretty smile.

James had this annoying habit of fishing for answers. At times it was charming; other times, it just rubbed her the wrong way. The guy meant well, of course, but Devyn wished he didn't play safe all the time. She'd feel like a child being eased into bedtime whenever he does. And the last thing she wanted right now was to be treated like a child. But bedtime--bedtime sounded good. "Shut up and kiss me."

i wanna play the game i want the friction

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[JAMES ANDREW MICHAELS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, width: 420px; background-color: 888888; border: 10px solid #343138; padding: 2 2 2 2px;] WORD COUNT: too lazy to count | TAGGED: Devyn | OUTFIT Feel the bile rising from your guilty past And there it was. Devyn never came off as the shy type until she was facing down a compliment. She'd say anything that was on her mind to anyone, but James seemed to have this way of leaving the girl speechless, and he loved it. He let out a small laugh as she hid her face in her hands. James loved that Devyn wasn't afraid to speak her mind, but there was something he loved even more in the fact that he could get her to show signs of vulnerability. The sexual tension in the room continued to grow, and it was beginning to drive James insane. At this point he was ready to pick her up and carry her to his bed. Rushing would be a bad idea though. Or so he thought. Devyn leaned closer towards him and grabbed him by the wrist, catching him off guard. Silence filled the room for a moment while he stared down in her gorgeous eyes. Those eyes always got him. With a finger pressed against his lips, James got the answer he'd been looking for. She wanted exactly what he wanted and he didn't want to disappoint. He leaned down and kissed her with the chair still between them. He broke the kiss and slipped around the chair to stand in front of her, realizing that the curtains were still open. He kissed her again, placing his hands on the small of her back. He could feel something begin to grow as the reality of what was taking place hit him. It was really about to happen. He gently took her by the hand and began to lead her towards his room. 'The bedroom might be a little more comfortable don't you think,' he said as he flashed her another smile. You better run like hell You better run all day template created by brooke!