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Post by Emiliana Guadalupe de León on Aug 21, 2010 19:52:44 GMT -5
Under normal circumstances, Emiliana would have long since pulled away - most likely with an indignant gasp and punch to her offender's face. However, even as she felt Francis' hands slide dangerously low, even as she felt him squeeze, and even when she felt him growing hard against her...she didn't want to stop.
No, instead she opted to arch against him, her fingers tugging gently on his hair as her mouth began to mark a path along his jaw, neck, and throat. Teeth gently scraping against his throat, she bit down teasingly before pulling back slightly.
She normally wasn't one for, ah, one-night stands so to speak. As the ones she did have were far and few in-between. But even so, Emiliana wasn't one to deny a chance to indulge herself. She knew the game, so to speak. She knew how to use her sexuality rather than allow anyone the chance to manipulate it for their own satisfaction.
Hips still rocking against Francis' and enticing him further, Emi's hands slid down to tug at his belt loops. "Francis~" she cooed, purposely allowing her accent to come out more than usual.
((OOC: We should probably bump up the rating. AVERT YOUR EYES, CHILDREN. 8U))
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Aug 21, 2010 22:18:19 GMT -5
As soon as her lips left his a glutteral moan escaped from his throat, unashamed of the eyes watching them. Francis threw his head back and allowed the woman full access to whatever part of him she may want to ravage with her mouth- really, he wasn't too picky about that. He knew then, that he was condemned to do whatever Emiliana pleased but-
He found he didn't give a damn either.
His hands dipped slightly lower, to the back of the woman's thighs and lifting her up slightly. "Emiliana-" he whispered back, finally managing to crack open his blue eyes and glance down at her. They were already moving- Francis walking towards the door to the club and away from the dance floor.
"My place?"
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