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Post by Melissa|Tristan on Aug 21, 2009 9:48:13 GMT -5
Pretending to ignore Jo on her way out, he actually closely watched her stalk out the door. If she'd been looking for a reaction from him, she certainly hadn't gotten it, and that had made her ticked apparently. Aiden wasn't too worried, since she'd burn off her anger when she was walking around shopping for 'clothing'.
She'd started getting dressed now, revealing her soft curves to his burning gaze as she shamelessly dropped her towel in front of him. Aiden resisted the urge to tell her not to get dressed; that they wouldn't be needing their clothes, but she was all business at the moment. Or so it seemed at least.
*3 hours later*
He'd gone out and found the name of the club where all the high rollers went to have fun, drink and pick up cheap girls. The thought that Jo would be among them almost made Aiden want to be sick. His only consolation was that he would be able to keep an eye on her, even though the thought was kinda ruined by the fact that she was going to be hitting on some other guy. It was just wrong, plain wrong.
He'd taken a shower to wash the filth from the street off his body, and pulled on a pair of jeans, forgetting the shirt as he became absorbed in a magazine article. After reading it standing for a couple of minutes he'd lay down on his back on the bed. That was when Jo finally decided to show up, and she immediately plunked herself next to him on her stomach, providing him with an unintentional peek down her shirt. It was enough to make his temperature rise, but he pretended to be absorbed by his article.
Looking up only to answer her question before returning his eyes back to the story, Aiden shrugged. It wasn't that hard. Apparently they all go to a club called Table 50. It shouldn't be too difficult to get close to him, once we get in that is. It's pretty exclusive from what I've heard, but since I've got connections, we're going to skip the lines and walk right in. Cool, huh? About to lean over and grab a hold of her, she moved too quickly and started pulling out some of the clothes she'd bought. All of them looked good to him, but he'd rather see her not wearing any of them.
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Post by Jocelyn[Spirit] on Aug 21, 2009 10:01:57 GMT -5
Jo decided that she was going to try one some clothes, however with some of the dresses she had chosen, she wouldn't be able to wear a bra or panties, or in one case, either. She moved over to a dark purple dressed and pulled it out. Almost 'ignoring' Aiden, since this was therorectically business, she again stripped to bra and panties and pulled the tight dress on over her head. It was really tight and clung to every curve of her body. She looked at it in the tall mirrow on the back of the door and frowned a bit.
She tugged it off, man it was tight. And moved to pick another dress, still only wearing bra and panties. She chose the dress she like best, the little black one. With this dress however, it was best with no bra and a thong. So. Being 'busniess' like, she tugged off her panties and slide the thong on over her hips. She unsnapped her bra and then slide the dress on.
The dress came to her knees, but on the left side it had a slit runing up the thigh, pretty much to her hip bone. The top was a v-neck and very low to show cleavage. The dress itself was tight, but not like the purple one so she could still move. The dress was a halter top and the back was very low, revealing smooth skin. She turned this way and that in the mirror.
What do you think? Um, no maybe I don't want to know what you think. Jocelyn looked like a bomb in the dress that was about to go off. She felt like a slut and almost smiled outwardly. She reached her hands to her breasts, and 'adjusted' them like many women do to get the best cleavage. She nodded her head. This was the dress.
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Post by Melissa|Tristan on Aug 21, 2009 10:22:20 GMT -5
She was back in her bra and panties, a sight to make even the most boring of men feel a little hot. And Aiden was steaming right now. Wrinkling his nose at the first dress, because it showed her curves off too well, and no other man was allowed to see her wearing something like that. Not that she'd asked for his opinion, or anything.
He stood up as she studied herself in the mirror before shaking her head and taking it off again. With the next dress, she slid her panties to the floor, making him simply want to take her then. She was doing it just to make him like this, wasn't she?
What do you think? Um, no maybe I don't want to know what you think. The smugness in her voice was maddening, and Aiden had to forcibly restrain himself to prevent him from grabbing a hold of her and wiping it off her face. Instead he moved intimately close behind her, sliding a hand up the slit of her dress until his hand was resting on her bare hip, playing with the string that held together her underwear. Good enough to eat. His other hand had wrapped around and rested on her stomach, gently playing with the fabric mere inches below her chest. How did she like that.
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Post by Jocelyn[Spirit] on Aug 21, 2009 10:51:41 GMT -5
Jo was facing away from him when he came up behind her. She felt his hand slid up her leg and onto her hip, and when his other arm wrapped around her stomach she just about spun around to tackle him. Her heart fluttered and so did her stomach. But she took a breath and tried to control herself.
Aiden, dear, this is not yours to eat any more. She said going to take a step towards the rest of the clothes to either try on another dress or put her jeans and T-shirt back on. But she knew she was beginning to weaken. If he tried anything else for the second time Jo was unsure if she would be able to turn him away. The kiss by the front desk probed its way into her thoughts and that made her temperature rise about 10 degrees. Maybe if she was even more snapping he would leave her along so she wouldn't have to deal with this mental, and physical battle to control her hormones. God she wanted him.
I've been satisfied with many other men. I don't need you Aiden. You lost me. The part of the comment about the other guys was false, and the rest of it, just hurt. For it was a lie, and she did need him. But at the moment she just couldn't handle it. She was still hurt inside. But maybe she would have to put it aside. Yes it would have to be done at some point for she did want to be with him, in any way that she could. Her mind began to race.
Why was she running so hard, so fast? Why did she keep pushing him away? Yeah she was hurt how he had left, but she cares about him way too much to keep that between them. For god knows she did want him.
She turned to face him. Her breathing was elevated from her thoughts and her body aching for his touch. She felt so many different types of emotions she wanted to scream. Love. Lust. Pain. Anger. At the moment, lust was kicking the other emotions out the door. She couldn't help it. The fight was lost.
She caved. And she knew it. And she figured that he most likely knew it too.
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Post by Melissa|Tristan on Aug 21, 2009 11:46:36 GMT -5
They remained motionless for over a minute, with his hand on her hip, playing with the string on her underwear with one hand, and the fabric of her dress with the other. Aiden, dear, this is not yours to eat any more. Her voice was a little shaky, and it boosted his ego to know that he had put that quiver in her voice, and raised her heartbeat to it's faster rythm.
Saying nothing, he allowed her to take a single step away from him. At the second step however, he followed, not allowing her off the hook so easily. The kiss he'd initiated at the front desk seemed to hang between them, and he longed to do it again. I've been satisfied with many other men. I don't need you Aiden. You lost me. Lies! Aiden could tell by her eyes that she was lying about all of it.
Like hell you have been Jo! Taking three massive steps forward, he grabbed her by the shoulders, smashing his lips into hers. All of the frustration he'd been feeling since they'd met again went into this kiss. His lips were hot, insistent, and their lips fit like puzzle pieces. Aiden wrapped his arms around her, on hand on the back of her neck to angle her head better, and the other sliding down her body. He was no expert, but the kiss felt pretty mutual in his opinion; she obviously wasn't as over him as she wanted him to believe. There's been no others since you either. His talisman's opinion on such things was usually right, and Aiden gave a low growl of approval as he feasted on.
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Post by Jocelyn[Spirit] on Aug 21, 2009 12:11:11 GMT -5
Jo's jaw dropped when he screamed like hell you have been!. She new immediately that he could see right through her and that it was just a lie. She stood her ground, firming her body, for what reason she did not know. Her breathing increased, her chest and cleavage rose and fell. Jo gasped and took half a step back when she saw how fast he covered the distance between them. She braced herself.
He seemed to slam into her, she gave a small moan at the impact. Letting her body fall back and taking a few steps backwards. At the third step her body hit the wall. She was pined and then something clicked. She pressed her own lips into his and kissed him back deeply. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders and squeeze his muscles. Holding this arms, she brought her legs up to her stomach and wrapped them around his waist. Now Aiden was holding her up and pinning her against the wall. She moaned and said his name. Oh Aiden.
The passion was over whelming, she hesitated, pulling away. It pierced through her, right down to her talisman, who meowed and hissed. It was like it had gone into heat. Her heart raced, her breath came in shuddering gasps. Her hands moved all over his arms, chest and back. She grabbed his face, a hand on each cheek and kept him close to her. She clenched her legs around him, almost squeezing some of the air out of his lungs before releasing the pressure. Her whole body yeared for him.
She didn't stop. She slid the dress up higher on her hips allowing him to put his hands under the dress and on her skin. She reached down and felt for his belt buckle. She un-did it in one quick motion. She tugged at it, pulling it out of the belt loops. She wrapped each end of the belt around her hands, putting them behind his head. After a few second she let the belt drop to the floor with a thud.
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Post by Melissa|Tristan on Aug 24, 2009 7:41:00 GMT -5
He seemed to have taken Jo by surprise; she was practically gasping for air when she realized that he’d seen right through her lies. As her chest rose and fell alluringly, she backed up to absorb the shock of his body hitting hers. Aiden’s momentum carried them until Jo’s back had hit the wall, by which time their lips were locked together in a way similar to that of their bodies being locked together. The feel of her nails through his shirt only made Aiden become more heated. She was urging him on.
Not that he needed urging.
He’d slid a hand down her leg to hitch her knee over his hip, bringing their bodies even closer than before. Jo did the rest, wrapping her other leg around him and using the wall and his body for support, all the while maintaining contact with his lips. All of a sudden Jo moaned and said his name. Oh Aiden. Cutting off her groan with a muted growl, Aiden continued to plunder her mouth, running his tongue along her lower lip, pulling back almost to the point of breaking contact before returning with more enthusiasm.
She was touching him all over, and everywhere her fingers met his skin, he caught on fire for her. The squeeze of her legs around his waist put her near his firm core, and he groaned against her lips. He helped as she hitched her dress higher on her body and he ran his hands over her smooth legs, running them up the insides of her thighs. As she pulled off his belt, he moved one of his hands from the inside of her leg to her back, where his hand began undoing the zipper on the back of her dress.
She was gasping for air as his fingers teased her panties, lightly fingering the flimsy material. His lips had moved to her neck, where he used his lips, tongue and teeth to make her gasp louder. She was better than he imagined, and Aiden didn’t want to stop anytime soon. Her hands were making him go crazy, and the sound of his belt hitting the floor turned him on even more. Nearing the point of no return, he pressed himself closer to the wall, unwilling to turn back from something they both obviously wanted so badly.
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Post by Jocelyn[Spirit] on Aug 24, 2009 8:25:20 GMT -5
Jocelyn tilted her head away from him, leaning it against the wall as he kissed her neck and shoulders. She closed her eyes and they near rolled to the back of her head. As she moved her hands and lips over his body, his groan and fierce movements made her body ache and go wild. She wrapped her legs lower around his hips, pulling him closer, although they were already so close it barely did anything. Jo moaned as his hands traveled over her smooth skin on the inside of her legs. She could feel the heat rise in her body. Her lower abdomen craved him.
His hands moved all over her body, creating tingling sensations. As she felt his fingers find the zipper on the back of the dress, she hesitated. She wanted it, oh yes she did. But maybe they were moving too fast. Yes, she didn't want to rush. It was bad enough they had only been together for a few hours...not even a day and they were already heading in the direction of making love. Too fast.
Aiden. She said as she pulled her lips away from his. She looked into his eyes, desire, love and hesitation clear. She slowly let her legs slide down his waist so her toes were on the room floor. Aiden. I think..this is too fast. I want to. I do. But...too fast. Her heart rate and breathing was very elevated, making it a tad bit difficult to speak. She leaned forward, her hands splayed out over his checks and pectoral muscles. She rested her head against his chest, listening to his heart beating rapidly. She didn't want to make him angry, or sad for the way she had egged him on only to stop. She so lifted her chin and gave him a soft, loving kiss. She let her tong linger in his mouth, caressing smoothly. Intimately.
Besides, we need to get dressed and ready to go to the club. She desperately wanted to say later. We can do this later. Maybe she still would. She just couldn't help it. The anger she felt before, was quickly leaving her. To help ease his anger, if he even felt it, she slid her finger along the edge to his pants around his waist. Tickling his skin with her finger nail. She hoped that move was enough to say 'later'. Or something very close to it anyways.
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Post by Melissa|Tristan on Aug 27, 2009 8:13:14 GMT -5
His lips wildly caressed her soft skin, as his body went wild under her touch. Feeling her adjust her legs to put her fractionally closer to his center, Aiden supported her more, leaning slightly more against the wall, pressing her just a little bit closer. Feeling her hesitation, Aiden forced his own body to slow down. We’re scaring her. He reluctantly allowed her lips to leave his own, and listened in satisfaction to her uneven breaths.
Aiden. He resisted the urge to groan as she slid her body the full length of him until she was standing again. They were moving too fast, but it was taking all of his self control at the moment not to take her right here and right now. The only thing stopping him was the fact that she did seem to want it, but was resisting her body’s urges. Mentally nodding, he commanded himself to follow her example.
With her head resting on his chest, Aiden knew she could hear how fast his own heart was beating. He smoothed her slightly worried expression out with a finger, silently trying to make her relax. His other hand rubbed gentle circles on her back, comforting at the same time. Her lips were soft this time, her tongue smooth and gentle, and Aiden allowed her to dominate the oh-so-intimate kiss. He silently tried to express that he would wait for her, no matter how long it took. If she wanted to wait ten years then so be it. Mind you, he’d probably spend all ten of them trying to change her mind, but still it was the thought that counts, right?
Besides, we need to get dressed and ready to go to the club. Releasing a small sigh at the thought, he nodded. Duty first, fun later. That’s the way it always had been, and probably always would be. The way Jo was fingering his pants at the moment suggested that this didn’t mean never. Just not right now. He nuzzled her neck, then whispered in her ear. I like your dress. Smiling, Aiden backed up a couple of steps, pulling her with him towards the suitcases. Opening his own, he pulled out two shirts and held them up for her. I couldn’t decide. Which do you think? One was green, like his eyes and the other was black, so he’d look mysterious and classy at the same time.
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Post by Jocelyn[Spirit] on Aug 27, 2009 8:29:11 GMT -5
Jo let her head rest against his chest a while longer, listening to his heart and smiling at how fast it was beating. When he rubbed his hands all over her back she melted, it just felt so good. Damn you Aiden. I just can't stay mad at you. Never have been able to. She gave a soft smile when he commented on her dress. She reached down and adjusted it, pulling it back down over her hips and straightened it.
She followed when he tugged her to his clothes and looked at the two shirts he held up. She bit her bottom lip as she thought, and the gestured to th black one. For this occasion...I'd say black. Green they will think your a goody two shoes. She gave him a playful smile at her jesting and went to her own bag.
She pulled out hair and make-up stuff and went to the bathroom. She was in there for close to 30minutes before she finally had her hair and make-up done. Her hair was down of course, with the wavy, messy but so fashionable look, and her make-up was the sterotypical club girl. She slipped on her black strappy stilettoes and looked at Aiden. How do I look? She gave a pose in the little black dress, her long toned legs, curvy hips and smaller waist, and the perfect cleavage for this mission.
She grabbed a small black hand bag and headed towards the door. Before walking through the doorframe, she stopped and turned to Aiden. Um, don't mess this up, ok? You know the drill, and you know how I have to act and what I have to do. Ok? She of course hinted at the flirtations she would have to do get this man to be interested in her.
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Post by Melissa|Tristan on Aug 27, 2009 9:56:47 GMT -5
The two of them remained silent and still for several minutes, Aiden simply reveling in her company and the fact that she still wanted him. Jo’s body was soft and pliable in his arms, and she seemed to sink into him as he held her. Damn you Aiden. I just can't stay mad at you. Never have been able to. Echoing her words, she didn’t sound angry at all anymore. He could hear the smile in her voice as she pulled her dress back down to where it was supposed to be.
He took her advice, pulling the black shirt over his head and further exposing his stomach muscles. By the time he’d turned back around she was in the bathroom again, doing who knows what. Patient as ever though, Aiden turned back to his magazine article and re-settled himself on the bed again to wait for her. How do I look? Jo had struck a pose in the doorway, and Aiden’s gaze ran over her long legs, curvy body –which was made more obvious by the dress- and her hair briefly before settling on her face. Perfect. His expression was neutral, but there was no hiding the heat in his tone.
Aiden’s first instinct when she cautioned him not to get this wrong was to scoff at her. Him? Mess up? She was the one out of practice! At the same time though, he could see her point. It wasn’t like he was happy with the plan, no matter how necessary it was. Wait! He grabbed a hold of her hand and pulled her back to him. Wrapping his arms around her again, Aiden pressed his lips to hers tenderly for a minute before pulling back again. For luck. He forced a grin onto his face again.
They exited the hotel still holding hands, and Aiden signaled a cab for them. After giving the driver the club name, and instructions to drop her off at the front door and him a couple of blocks away, he sat contentedly next to Jo. That is, until he realized something. Give me your ring! It was a hurried whisper, for they were getting close. Only hours earlier, he’d never wanted her to take it off, and now she couldn’t remove the gold ring from her finger fast enough. Life sure was ironic sometimes, wasn’t it?
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Post by Jocelyn[Spirit] on Aug 27, 2009 10:10:19 GMT -5
Jo smiled at his 'perfect' comment about her looks. She was pleased for she mainly wanted to impress him and not the Hunter. As they walked out and he grabbed her in another embrace she couldn't hush the butterflies. He was soft this time, not hurried or forceful with the passion. She could see on his face he was not thrilled about what she would have to do to get this guys attention. Hopefully, the Hunter wouldn't be THAT into her and request a 'private' meeting.
They walked to the cab, her high stiletto heels raising her height a few inches, although Aiden was still taller. She always like that. He guided her into the cab and they took their seats next to each other. But only minutes later he turned to her, give me your ring! Jo gasped, shocked she had forgot about that. After all she couldn't flirt with a ring on her finger. She tore it off and handed it to him. Sad to see it off her finger, but she shooed the feeling away. This, was business.
The cab dropped her off and she waved to Aiden, mouthing the words to go and ill meet you in there. She turned, adjusted her dress and her breasts one last time before moving to the body guard at the door. She smiled and battered her eyes and he unclipped the rope, letting her inside.
She walked in, swaying her hips more then usual and scanned the room. She immediately flicked her eyes over the VIP sections. Boom. There he was, surrounded by girls, other Hunters and his two body guards. She shifted, waiting for Aiden to talk game plans. But while waiting for him, she ordered a drink, and looked as sexy as she could sitting at the bar. She had to get his attention.
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Post by Melissa|Tristan on Aug 27, 2009 11:27:50 GMT -5
She looked so sexy that it was all Aiden could do to keep his hands to himself. He was happy that Jo had responded to his kiss, allowing him to remind her that she belonged to him and not some pimp. She was taller now, but he was still taller, and that gave him some satisfaction. He liked knowing that he was bigger and stronger than her, even though she could take care of herself if it came to that.
She looked shocked that she'd forgotten to take the ring off, and a thrill went through him at her reluctant expression. And she didn't even know that he'd bought it for her. He slipped his own off his finger and put them both in his pocket so that they wouldn't get lost.
As she stepped out of the cab and waved, Aiden knew she was mouthing something to him, but couldn't tell just what. To reassure her he smiled and waved back as the cab pulled away. Aiden craned his head to watch her flirt her way into the club before facing ahead again. The cab stopped just over a block later, and he got out, paid the driver and walked back to the club doors. With a nod to the bodyguards Aiden was allowed right in with no questions.
Upon entering Aiden's eyes searched the room before settling on the target and his pals, who had an entire VIP section to themselves. Jo was sitting at the bar, and Aiden had to pass right by her to get there, which was tough, but they couldn't know each other here. As he approached the table, a couple of the Hunter's pounded fists with him or slapped him on the back. They had no clue that he had a talisman, and the only one of them Aiden intended to tell would already be dead. The guys ordered him a drink as soon as he sat down. And so it begins.
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Post by Jocelyn[Spirit] on Aug 27, 2009 12:02:53 GMT -5
Jo tilted her glass back and let the last of the rum and coke slide down her throat. She needed a little 'encouragement' in order to be able to do this, and look legit. She could feel the slight buzz from the booze go right to her head, calming her nerves. She turned around, leaning her back and arms against the counter of the bar. She tilted her knees together and leaned the weight on one leg, emphasizing her curves. She took a quick glance at Aiden and gave him a very sudtle look, as if saying, ready?.
She turned her gaze up to the VIP section, and held it. Trying to catch the gaze of either one of the other Hunters, or the target. She waited, kept her patience about her, as well as her witts before finally several minutes later a Hunter caughter her eye. Unfortunately he was on the lower rung of the ladder. But still, it was better then nothing. He eyed her up and down and apparently liked what he saw. She gave him a coy, come get me smile and turned to face the bar again. A few minutes later, she recieved a free drink. She took it , glanced at the Hunter, sent him a seductive wink and took a sip of her drink.
Now it was an eyeing across the room game. Flirting and waiting for an invite. She stole a few glances at Aiden, saw him making buddy buddy with some Hunters which gave her a sinking feeling. She didn't like that. What if he got into trouble? She turned her head back to the VIP section. She was making headway. She guessed it was a matter of minutes before she was escorted into hell.
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Post by Melissa|Tristan on Aug 27, 2009 18:13:43 GMT -5
After the fist pounding and back slapping was over, Aiden put his contacts to work making small talk. He needed them all to be relaxed and not as tight lipped as usual. After slinging back a good portion of his Black Russian, Aiden felt more relaxed than he had since before he'd left.
It was hard to concentrate, with Jo leaning against the bar looking so sexy. It didn't help that she was looking flirtatiously in his direction, though her attention appeared to be directed at one of the Hunters. A stab of jelousy ran through Aiden; he didn't like her looking at another man like that, but business was business after all.
He'd spoken to several of the Hunters linked to the target earlier today, so they were all buddies now. Another round of drinks was passed around and Aiden pretended to drink this time. He needed them to get drunk so that they wouldn't remember what had happened in the morning. When one of the Hunters moved towards Jo, Aiden resisted the urge to leap over the table and punch him. Trying to master his feelings, Aiden too another swig and tried not to look at them. That was easier said than done though.
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