Post by Alex Vipond on Mar 21, 2015 18:27:05 GMT -8
Rissatopia: From the far edge of the parking lot she appeared as a tiny swirling orb of warm soft light. Swirl-swirl and then she was there, a long lanky Fae woman who smelled like honeysuckle & sugar, clad in a little black Valentino dress with the blood red heels and fingernails to match. She'd sent the Vampire a text telling him she was back -- and letting him know where she was. And then she wandered inside to get herself a drink. They didn't have straight up sugar water so she opted for the next best thing: Cherry Coke.
Alex Vipond: Alex was on his way out the door of the studio when the text came in... don't ask what he was doing at work on a Saturday, he'd been going stir crazy and needed the distraction. Between the pending divorce, and little to no contact from his soon to be ex-wife and now Sebastian's issue, on top of which Alex had not seen the man in two days and he was beginning to think he'd either gone into hiding, or had decided to carry out his insanity and attack the council head on... Alex was praying for option one. He headed inside, not long after the little Fae had arrived, and damned if she wasn't a sight for sore eyes. Once he was through the door, he headed straight for her, arms wrapping her up and giving her a tight hug. Okay so maybe there was a little more than just a hug but what was a little grope amongst friends?
Rissatopia: Like Arissia minded if he got a little handsy. She snuggled up against him way too sweet and sugary, soft kissy pressed to his jaw. He wasn't exactly c o l d but he always felt cool, especially in contrast to her sunshine-self, because she was so warm, she always felt like she was running a low grade fever. "Hi!" Eternally peppy. The corners of mouth like a plum curving right up, she jealously snaked her arms around his neck and drove her fingers through his hair before f i n a l l y backing off so the guy could breathe. "What's up with you Alexandre? Are you stressed again? Your texts almost seemed a little down."
Alex Vipond: "Missing you, worried about Sebastian of all people..." The guy had a way of getting under your skin, no matter how annoying he could be at times. Alex truly considered him a friend and he was worried. Settling beside her at the bar, it seemed fitting that they were here, discussing things as it was here, just a couple of days ago, that the news that Sebastian was marked came to light. "I haven't seen him in a few days." He looked over at the tender, and motioned for his usual, then looked back at Rissy. "You look good." She always looked good; edible, in point of fact, but in a good way, not the Hannibal Lecter way. "I was actually jealous of Miami." he was too. All that hot sweetness was being enjoyed by a city clear on the other end of the country.
Rissatopia: "What's wrong with Sebastian?" Whisper whisper, her usual M. Monroe voice, lullaby soft. She had a soft spot for the rotten Sebastard since he'd seen her back to Las Vegas safely without molesting her or robbing her. Worst Vampire e v e r to have a soft spot for, but Arissia tended to see the best in people -- her downfall. She grinned warmly when he said she looked good. "If I'd remained I would have pleaded with you to come out." But he knew that. She tended to come and go, go and come, never happy in one place for long, but never did much time go by before she was harassing the Vampire again.
Alex Vipond: "I was ready to jump on a plane the moment you sent that selfie." And he had been too. He'd had a sudden and powerful need to roll around naked with her. He'd shown far more restraint than he'd ever given himself credit for. Taking up the glass the tender set down before him, Alex took a sip, then took a moment to light up, then took another sip... No, he wasn't stalling; he was forming his words carefully. When he looked back at her, he spoke low, leaning in. "Apparently he pissed off the PTBs in Europe, and they're looking to ... correct the situation. Permanently if the message he received can be believed. It could be someone fucking with him in the hopes he'll lay his dick out and trip over it." Which was what Alex was worried about, especially since he'd not seen Sebastian in a couple of days.
Rissatopia: "You should have," she whispered. Then again, Fae. She didn't believe in things like restraint or over thinking anything. She lived in one moment to the next and did whatever she wanted. She always thought Alexandre should do the same but of the two of them; he was by far more mature and pragmatic. He lived on calculated plans and she lived on whimsy. ---- Wonder he didn't want to strangle her at some point over the years. She canted her head listening when he leaned and spoke quietly, her features pulling into a troubled expression. That shit he said, it sounded s e r i o u s. She wasn't sure what to say for a moment, fox lashes fluttering while she considered. "Is there anything we can do?"
Alex Vipond: "I don't know." He shook his head. "I'm hoping it's a prank, but at the same time, we should prepare, in case it's not. I should have called Alea. Sebastian said he was going to, but I haven't heard from either one of them. And Sebastian is worried about dragging us down with him." And Alex was certain there was part of him, sort of champing at the bit to go down in a blaze of glory, which if you had to go... Go down and take some with you, but Alex would prefer Sebastian not go at all. He happened to like having his friends on the walking, talking side of things.
Rissatopia: "I doubt its a prank," she murmured after a sip of Cherry Coke -- it needed more sugar but otherwise it was a perfectly fine drink. "Your kind doesn't tend to joke about that sort of thing." Of course, Alex would know far better than s h e would about his kind. "Well, call her. She should be informed anyway." Alexandre, if he wasn't stressed about one thing, it was something else. She gazed at him with that thought in mind, the corner of her mouth tugging to a small sad smile, concern about Sebastard causing the downward expression. "What am I going to do with you?"
Alex Vipond: "And for the record, I think I'm gonna burn in hell, because as bad as this situation is..." Alex looked back at her, eyes studying her as he lifted a hand and brushed her hair back, tucking it behind her ear. "I still want to drag you off to some corner somewhere until we're both exhausted from screaming and panting." He smirked, and took a sip of his Scotch. "There's all kinds of things I can think of that you can do with me." He set the glass back down on the bar, long fingers brushing the rim of the glass and turning it, slowly, on the bar.
Rissatopia: "It is pretty bad," she whispered, agreeing about the situation. As for the rest, the bit about him burning in hell -- she gave him t h a t gentle frown. He knew she didn't like it if he joked about damnation. He was too good to go anywhere but heaven, even if currently he wanted to do wicked-fun things. "You can, you know," she whispered when he tucked her hair behind her ear. He was always free to drag her off to wherever. When he said there were all kind of things she could do with him, she giggled --that utterly sweet musical sound, j u s t rotten enough. "I have a new wager with myself that we actually make it to your place or the studio one time." Just once. Gosh knows that Benz had seen some shit.
Alex Vipond: Alex chuckled as he studied her and nodded. "I am going to drag you home, even if it takes everything I have to make sure we actually make it all the way there." Whether or not he nailed her in the driveway once they got there, for the neighbors to see was another matter. "I'll call Alea, see if she's heard from him. And I'll call him and see if he's heard anything... actually I'll call him first, on the off chance he hasn't mentioned it to Alea yet."
Rissatopia: Sidelong she kind of grinned at him, warm white Christmas lights and burning apricots lacing her complexion. And it probably wouldn't be the first (or the last) time he nailed her in his driveway for the neighbors to see --- or against that fountain in London, or against that fence in Prague, and so on. She nodded, thoughtful about Sebastian. "You know. People like him...You always assume their train's eventually going to crash but then it's like... We're still surprised when it actually happens. If I can do anything tell me, even if you want to use me as a lure -- to draw out whoever might have him." Fae. She smelled like meth for most vampires.
Alex Vipond: To Alex, she smelled like Paris in Springtime and the kitchen back home at Christmas, and the most intoxicating wine imaginable, all rolled in one. "I'm not using you as a lure. I can't do that." It would kill him if anything happened to her. "But the sentiment is appreciated."
Rissatopia: He was so cautious! And she was, as always, anything but. "I've done worse. It'll be fine." But she could tell, just by the way he said it, it was a no. She sighed. Things were strained all the way around. She had a bad kid trying to run amok on this side of the Veil for the first time in her life, he was in the middle of a sticky divorce, Sebastian was missing and possibly in mortal danger, Mars was chasing after nightmares in the Middle East. Terri was in NYC or something. Good times, yeah? She leaned like an old sister or bestie, tilting her face so her cheek plunked to his shoulder in mute support and reassurance.
Alex Vipond: His arm slipped around her as she plunked her cheek to his shoulder, and he rested his head atop hers. "I'd rather your worse be on the fun side of things." he chuckled. "When this shit is over, we're going on that boat ride and we're going to party our asses off and become completely inebriated and give no fucks, whatsoever." He kissed the top of her head. "How's that sound?"
Rissatopia: "Whatever you want," she murmured. A boat ride sounded fun -- and Arissia was always down for fun. Her skin warmed and glowed when he kissed the top of her head. Pretty much whatever was wrong, was right again, whenever he did that. It was almost unfair, how easily he could get her perked right back up. "What else has been going on? Done any playing lately?"
Alex Vipond: "Other than playing around with some covers in the studio, the only playing I've done was a brief interlude at the pier the other day. About a week or so ago now. We had fun." And they'd drawn quite the crowd, and after three songs, packed it in out of concern of causing a ruckus.
Rissatopia: She sat up eventually and sipped at her Cherry Coke, the glass becoming frosty with sweat. Then she grinned at him sidelong. "I think the next time you get your hands on a guitar I'm going to be the singer. I'm going to drag you to some hole in the wall where nobody knows either of us and I'm going to sing Fleetwood Mac songs and you can be my band and backup singer." Sadly. She was serious. It was just what he needed too, in addition to relaxing and having lots of sex.
Alex Vipond: "I'm down." Hell, he'd be perfectly happy with doing that now. If they could find a hole in the wall where no one knew him. The downside of having made it in the music industry. People recognized your ass at random places and sometimes, inopportune times. "And when we're done, we'll hit some beach side hotel and fuck like minks." Yeah. He was ready for that. "Someplace warm and sunny and with thatched roofs."
Rissatopia: Her head lowered back when he added the part about fucking like minks. She wasn't sure where they'd find a thatched roof in Seattle, that was the one part she couldn't help him with. Finishing off her Cherry Coke, she turned inward sort of, the hint of a smile pulling her mouth up. "Which part do you want to do now?" They could try to find some place where nobody knew him, or they could do the mink thing. Easy to tell by her warm gray eyes, she was down for whatever.
Alex Vipond: Looking into her eyes he smiled. "Guess..." his head dipped, his lips taking hers as his hand lifted and slipped into her hair. This was usually how they ended up in the back seat of his Benz. The fact that the bar was, for all intent a fishbowl, didn't factor into his thinking either. Either he was loosening up, or he just didn't give a fuck if anyone saw him kissing Rissy.
Rissatopia: See! See how they always ended up in trouble? The fountain in London, the fence in Prague and the other times? It was because A l e x started that shit. She barely had time to flash a warm, tickled smile with the usual cherries stomping her complexion before his mouth touched her own. Mercy. Sweetly she crashed her mouth to his, pulse doing the jumping-thumping-racing thing when his hand found her hair. One of her hands, in turn, landed to his chest, her fingers curling as if she were calling dibs.
Alex Vipond: She could have dibs all she wanted. Alex's tongue chased hers even as he slid from the bar stool, his free hand slipping into the pocket of his jeans as he continued to tease at her lips, and he started dropping money to the bar. When the tender handed him back what wasn't necessary, Alex shoved it into his pocket and then started back pedaling toward the door, Rissy still in his grasp. Hopefully she'd slide right off that bar stool and follow.
Rissatopia: Tongue kisses with Alexandre were better than macaroons or gum drops. She slid from her perch, easily prowling along, hips leading, legs for days. They'd been tangling for so long that they could pull that shit off--- sliding off a chair, walking, exiting, all while being one grope away from throwing down like Romans. The more he kissed her, the more needy and warm she became, her vintage throat mewl rising and spilling softly, tongue to tongue.
Alex Vipond: Key fob in hand, that Benz was unlocked and Alex didn't let go of her until he had her door open and was ready to hand her down into the car. And even then, he gave her one, long, lingering kiss before he forced himself to step away, and move around to the driver's side. He wasted no time, once there, in starting the car up and heading home, his hand moving to her thigh to rest there and yes, offer a bit of a tease.
Rissatopia: Long lingering kiss sucked and suckled, she whined like a pussycat when they had to stop and come up for air. Damn the pesky relocations. Once she was seated in the car, she gazed at him with the soft serene eyes, gaze kinda sexed up and lurid. He was teasing her while he drove, his hand on her thigh familiar and strong. She could tease too, yanno. Leaning forward, she unzipped her dress enough to wiggle so the top slinked down and bunched at her waist, perky bitties freed right up. Libertine. She so didn't give a fuck. Could he drive faster?
Alex Vipond: Alex did a double take as they pulled up at the light, his gaze going to those perky breasts of hers and damned if his mouth didn't water. One would think the boy had been bottle fed. With the changing of the light, Alex crammed down on the accelerator and negotiated traffic like a boss. One had to admire those quick reflexes and superb visual acuity.
Rissatopia: She wasn't done. She had shoes. And regardless of how hot they were, she wasn't going to throw down in strappy heels. Kind of coiling over, one shoe at a time removed and left on the floor of the car. And then she leaned back in her seat, slender hips bridging up like a CK model, skinny hands shoving her dress down --and down further--- till it pooled by her shoes. So all she had left was a pair of flimsy black panties. She hadn't even decided if she'd go ahead and shuck them now or let Alex handle it.
Alex Vipond: Alex was watching Rissy and not the road as he approached the guard gate into the upscale community and he didn't even slow down as he rolled past. The guard looked after them, and yes, he recognized the car. And yes, Alex would be getting a call from the HOA. Fuck that, he didn't care, Rissy was all but naked in his front seat and his jeans were entirely too tight and strangling him. He hit the button for the gate even as his right had slid up to tease the lace covered apex of her thighs. How was he steering you might ask? He wedged his left knee against the wheel until he had to crank it over and pull into the drive... and damned near into the garage before the door was fully up. The gate rolled closed behind them and the garage door rolled downward. Alex had the Benz a scant few inches from his Jag by the time he had the car stopped.
Alex Vipond: Alex was on his way out the door of the studio when the text came in... don't ask what he was doing at work on a Saturday, he'd been going stir crazy and needed the distraction. Between the pending divorce, and little to no contact from his soon to be ex-wife and now Sebastian's issue, on top of which Alex had not seen the man in two days and he was beginning to think he'd either gone into hiding, or had decided to carry out his insanity and attack the council head on... Alex was praying for option one. He headed inside, not long after the little Fae had arrived, and damned if she wasn't a sight for sore eyes. Once he was through the door, he headed straight for her, arms wrapping her up and giving her a tight hug. Okay so maybe there was a little more than just a hug but what was a little grope amongst friends?
Rissatopia: Like Arissia minded if he got a little handsy. She snuggled up against him way too sweet and sugary, soft kissy pressed to his jaw. He wasn't exactly c o l d but he always felt cool, especially in contrast to her sunshine-self, because she was so warm, she always felt like she was running a low grade fever. "Hi!" Eternally peppy. The corners of mouth like a plum curving right up, she jealously snaked her arms around his neck and drove her fingers through his hair before f i n a l l y backing off so the guy could breathe. "What's up with you Alexandre? Are you stressed again? Your texts almost seemed a little down."
Alex Vipond: "Missing you, worried about Sebastian of all people..." The guy had a way of getting under your skin, no matter how annoying he could be at times. Alex truly considered him a friend and he was worried. Settling beside her at the bar, it seemed fitting that they were here, discussing things as it was here, just a couple of days ago, that the news that Sebastian was marked came to light. "I haven't seen him in a few days." He looked over at the tender, and motioned for his usual, then looked back at Rissy. "You look good." She always looked good; edible, in point of fact, but in a good way, not the Hannibal Lecter way. "I was actually jealous of Miami." he was too. All that hot sweetness was being enjoyed by a city clear on the other end of the country.
Rissatopia: "What's wrong with Sebastian?" Whisper whisper, her usual M. Monroe voice, lullaby soft. She had a soft spot for the rotten Sebastard since he'd seen her back to Las Vegas safely without molesting her or robbing her. Worst Vampire e v e r to have a soft spot for, but Arissia tended to see the best in people -- her downfall. She grinned warmly when he said she looked good. "If I'd remained I would have pleaded with you to come out." But he knew that. She tended to come and go, go and come, never happy in one place for long, but never did much time go by before she was harassing the Vampire again.
Alex Vipond: "I was ready to jump on a plane the moment you sent that selfie." And he had been too. He'd had a sudden and powerful need to roll around naked with her. He'd shown far more restraint than he'd ever given himself credit for. Taking up the glass the tender set down before him, Alex took a sip, then took a moment to light up, then took another sip... No, he wasn't stalling; he was forming his words carefully. When he looked back at her, he spoke low, leaning in. "Apparently he pissed off the PTBs in Europe, and they're looking to ... correct the situation. Permanently if the message he received can be believed. It could be someone fucking with him in the hopes he'll lay his dick out and trip over it." Which was what Alex was worried about, especially since he'd not seen Sebastian in a couple of days.
Rissatopia: "You should have," she whispered. Then again, Fae. She didn't believe in things like restraint or over thinking anything. She lived in one moment to the next and did whatever she wanted. She always thought Alexandre should do the same but of the two of them; he was by far more mature and pragmatic. He lived on calculated plans and she lived on whimsy. ---- Wonder he didn't want to strangle her at some point over the years. She canted her head listening when he leaned and spoke quietly, her features pulling into a troubled expression. That shit he said, it sounded s e r i o u s. She wasn't sure what to say for a moment, fox lashes fluttering while she considered. "Is there anything we can do?"
Alex Vipond: "I don't know." He shook his head. "I'm hoping it's a prank, but at the same time, we should prepare, in case it's not. I should have called Alea. Sebastian said he was going to, but I haven't heard from either one of them. And Sebastian is worried about dragging us down with him." And Alex was certain there was part of him, sort of champing at the bit to go down in a blaze of glory, which if you had to go... Go down and take some with you, but Alex would prefer Sebastian not go at all. He happened to like having his friends on the walking, talking side of things.
Rissatopia: "I doubt its a prank," she murmured after a sip of Cherry Coke -- it needed more sugar but otherwise it was a perfectly fine drink. "Your kind doesn't tend to joke about that sort of thing." Of course, Alex would know far better than s h e would about his kind. "Well, call her. She should be informed anyway." Alexandre, if he wasn't stressed about one thing, it was something else. She gazed at him with that thought in mind, the corner of her mouth tugging to a small sad smile, concern about Sebastard causing the downward expression. "What am I going to do with you?"
Alex Vipond: "And for the record, I think I'm gonna burn in hell, because as bad as this situation is..." Alex looked back at her, eyes studying her as he lifted a hand and brushed her hair back, tucking it behind her ear. "I still want to drag you off to some corner somewhere until we're both exhausted from screaming and panting." He smirked, and took a sip of his Scotch. "There's all kinds of things I can think of that you can do with me." He set the glass back down on the bar, long fingers brushing the rim of the glass and turning it, slowly, on the bar.
Rissatopia: "It is pretty bad," she whispered, agreeing about the situation. As for the rest, the bit about him burning in hell -- she gave him t h a t gentle frown. He knew she didn't like it if he joked about damnation. He was too good to go anywhere but heaven, even if currently he wanted to do wicked-fun things. "You can, you know," she whispered when he tucked her hair behind her ear. He was always free to drag her off to wherever. When he said there were all kind of things she could do with him, she giggled --that utterly sweet musical sound, j u s t rotten enough. "I have a new wager with myself that we actually make it to your place or the studio one time." Just once. Gosh knows that Benz had seen some shit.
Alex Vipond: Alex chuckled as he studied her and nodded. "I am going to drag you home, even if it takes everything I have to make sure we actually make it all the way there." Whether or not he nailed her in the driveway once they got there, for the neighbors to see was another matter. "I'll call Alea, see if she's heard from him. And I'll call him and see if he's heard anything... actually I'll call him first, on the off chance he hasn't mentioned it to Alea yet."
Rissatopia: Sidelong she kind of grinned at him, warm white Christmas lights and burning apricots lacing her complexion. And it probably wouldn't be the first (or the last) time he nailed her in his driveway for the neighbors to see --- or against that fountain in London, or against that fence in Prague, and so on. She nodded, thoughtful about Sebastian. "You know. People like him...You always assume their train's eventually going to crash but then it's like... We're still surprised when it actually happens. If I can do anything tell me, even if you want to use me as a lure -- to draw out whoever might have him." Fae. She smelled like meth for most vampires.
Alex Vipond: To Alex, she smelled like Paris in Springtime and the kitchen back home at Christmas, and the most intoxicating wine imaginable, all rolled in one. "I'm not using you as a lure. I can't do that." It would kill him if anything happened to her. "But the sentiment is appreciated."
Rissatopia: He was so cautious! And she was, as always, anything but. "I've done worse. It'll be fine." But she could tell, just by the way he said it, it was a no. She sighed. Things were strained all the way around. She had a bad kid trying to run amok on this side of the Veil for the first time in her life, he was in the middle of a sticky divorce, Sebastian was missing and possibly in mortal danger, Mars was chasing after nightmares in the Middle East. Terri was in NYC or something. Good times, yeah? She leaned like an old sister or bestie, tilting her face so her cheek plunked to his shoulder in mute support and reassurance.
Alex Vipond: His arm slipped around her as she plunked her cheek to his shoulder, and he rested his head atop hers. "I'd rather your worse be on the fun side of things." he chuckled. "When this shit is over, we're going on that boat ride and we're going to party our asses off and become completely inebriated and give no fucks, whatsoever." He kissed the top of her head. "How's that sound?"
Rissatopia: "Whatever you want," she murmured. A boat ride sounded fun -- and Arissia was always down for fun. Her skin warmed and glowed when he kissed the top of her head. Pretty much whatever was wrong, was right again, whenever he did that. It was almost unfair, how easily he could get her perked right back up. "What else has been going on? Done any playing lately?"
Alex Vipond: "Other than playing around with some covers in the studio, the only playing I've done was a brief interlude at the pier the other day. About a week or so ago now. We had fun." And they'd drawn quite the crowd, and after three songs, packed it in out of concern of causing a ruckus.
Rissatopia: She sat up eventually and sipped at her Cherry Coke, the glass becoming frosty with sweat. Then she grinned at him sidelong. "I think the next time you get your hands on a guitar I'm going to be the singer. I'm going to drag you to some hole in the wall where nobody knows either of us and I'm going to sing Fleetwood Mac songs and you can be my band and backup singer." Sadly. She was serious. It was just what he needed too, in addition to relaxing and having lots of sex.
Alex Vipond: "I'm down." Hell, he'd be perfectly happy with doing that now. If they could find a hole in the wall where no one knew him. The downside of having made it in the music industry. People recognized your ass at random places and sometimes, inopportune times. "And when we're done, we'll hit some beach side hotel and fuck like minks." Yeah. He was ready for that. "Someplace warm and sunny and with thatched roofs."
Rissatopia: Her head lowered back when he added the part about fucking like minks. She wasn't sure where they'd find a thatched roof in Seattle, that was the one part she couldn't help him with. Finishing off her Cherry Coke, she turned inward sort of, the hint of a smile pulling her mouth up. "Which part do you want to do now?" They could try to find some place where nobody knew him, or they could do the mink thing. Easy to tell by her warm gray eyes, she was down for whatever.
Alex Vipond: Looking into her eyes he smiled. "Guess..." his head dipped, his lips taking hers as his hand lifted and slipped into her hair. This was usually how they ended up in the back seat of his Benz. The fact that the bar was, for all intent a fishbowl, didn't factor into his thinking either. Either he was loosening up, or he just didn't give a fuck if anyone saw him kissing Rissy.
Rissatopia: See! See how they always ended up in trouble? The fountain in London, the fence in Prague and the other times? It was because A l e x started that shit. She barely had time to flash a warm, tickled smile with the usual cherries stomping her complexion before his mouth touched her own. Mercy. Sweetly she crashed her mouth to his, pulse doing the jumping-thumping-racing thing when his hand found her hair. One of her hands, in turn, landed to his chest, her fingers curling as if she were calling dibs.
Alex Vipond: She could have dibs all she wanted. Alex's tongue chased hers even as he slid from the bar stool, his free hand slipping into the pocket of his jeans as he continued to tease at her lips, and he started dropping money to the bar. When the tender handed him back what wasn't necessary, Alex shoved it into his pocket and then started back pedaling toward the door, Rissy still in his grasp. Hopefully she'd slide right off that bar stool and follow.
Rissatopia: Tongue kisses with Alexandre were better than macaroons or gum drops. She slid from her perch, easily prowling along, hips leading, legs for days. They'd been tangling for so long that they could pull that shit off--- sliding off a chair, walking, exiting, all while being one grope away from throwing down like Romans. The more he kissed her, the more needy and warm she became, her vintage throat mewl rising and spilling softly, tongue to tongue.
Alex Vipond: Key fob in hand, that Benz was unlocked and Alex didn't let go of her until he had her door open and was ready to hand her down into the car. And even then, he gave her one, long, lingering kiss before he forced himself to step away, and move around to the driver's side. He wasted no time, once there, in starting the car up and heading home, his hand moving to her thigh to rest there and yes, offer a bit of a tease.
Rissatopia: Long lingering kiss sucked and suckled, she whined like a pussycat when they had to stop and come up for air. Damn the pesky relocations. Once she was seated in the car, she gazed at him with the soft serene eyes, gaze kinda sexed up and lurid. He was teasing her while he drove, his hand on her thigh familiar and strong. She could tease too, yanno. Leaning forward, she unzipped her dress enough to wiggle so the top slinked down and bunched at her waist, perky bitties freed right up. Libertine. She so didn't give a fuck. Could he drive faster?
Alex Vipond: Alex did a double take as they pulled up at the light, his gaze going to those perky breasts of hers and damned if his mouth didn't water. One would think the boy had been bottle fed. With the changing of the light, Alex crammed down on the accelerator and negotiated traffic like a boss. One had to admire those quick reflexes and superb visual acuity.
Rissatopia: She wasn't done. She had shoes. And regardless of how hot they were, she wasn't going to throw down in strappy heels. Kind of coiling over, one shoe at a time removed and left on the floor of the car. And then she leaned back in her seat, slender hips bridging up like a CK model, skinny hands shoving her dress down --and down further--- till it pooled by her shoes. So all she had left was a pair of flimsy black panties. She hadn't even decided if she'd go ahead and shuck them now or let Alex handle it.
Alex Vipond: Alex was watching Rissy and not the road as he approached the guard gate into the upscale community and he didn't even slow down as he rolled past. The guard looked after them, and yes, he recognized the car. And yes, Alex would be getting a call from the HOA. Fuck that, he didn't care, Rissy was all but naked in his front seat and his jeans were entirely too tight and strangling him. He hit the button for the gate even as his right had slid up to tease the lace covered apex of her thighs. How was he steering you might ask? He wedged his left knee against the wheel until he had to crank it over and pull into the drive... and damned near into the garage before the door was fully up. The gate rolled closed behind them and the garage door rolled downward. Alex had the Benz a scant few inches from his Jag by the time he had the car stopped.