Looking For Fun (OPEN)

[ARIANNA "NIXIE" SYMPHONIA]

Nixie found herself being damn glad that Justin had suggested that they move to the dance floor. The dance floor, in many ways, was the perfect way to get to know someone right? To see if your bodies could move together, to see if you were in sinc, to see if it was even worth trying to form any sort of bond. Not that the pair of them had much of a choice about that, being that they were matched, but the thought was what mattered, right? She wanted to see if they could move together, she wanted to see if he could move at all in that respect.

She had been pleasantly surprised.

Even in a club like Pantheon where you had to “dress to impress” to even get in and they would kick you out if you didn’t meet their standards. Even in a club where everything was black and white and you’d assume that the place would be as rigid as their rules. Even in a place like this…the dance floor was the same as it was at Noct, which was a much less high end club that Nixie happened to love frequenting, there was still a wild dance scene.

It was always the same at clubs. Couples or rather hookups getting close and personal, people fist pumping, everything going wild under the booming bass of the music all around them. And Nixie ate it up. Justin seemed to to if the way that he moved behind her was any indication of that. She liked it though, Because, to her, this was a very good sign of the things to come. She liked moving with him though, loved the way that it felt, and absolutely adored the fact that the nagging need to find her match was gone from the back of her head.

Whether or not she would approve of spending her whole life now with one person in her bed was remained to be scene. But for tonight, because she was focusing on tonight, things were going fun…they had started some weird game out of no where. It was an unspoken game, but it seemed that they both knew that it was being played from the way that they both kept taking turns. From the way that he ran his fingers down her marks—even if he didn’t know how that made her feel—to the way she hd turned to face him.

It had only started to heat up when he had pulled her close, and she had brushed her lips to his. And then he had accused her of cheating which had made her laugh. It wa a rare thing for her to be able to laugh anymore. She rarely let down her guard. She had let down her guard once before and a person she had cared for deeply had been killed. SO now she just didn’t let down her guard, but even still she was enjoying herself. It was weird. Was he to be the one that would kill her solitary life style? She didn’t want to think that far ahead. And yet her thoughts kept straying that way.

Nixie, personally, enjoyed her own little move. They had been getting closer and closer slowly. And it would have been predictable for her to pressing up closer still in her move in the game. It was what was expected, and Nixie refused to ever be predictable, or let this boy ever think that he could predict her, especially if he was to be her match. That just gave her more of a reason to not want him to know what she was about to do, ever.

So she had pulled away.

She arched her hands over her head as she began to move her lithe little body to the music, knowing her dress was short and that made it more fun. Through half lidded eyes she saw Justin glare at some other guy that was giving her that appreciative look that guys tended to give to women and that Nixie loved to get when she could. Yep, this move had been totally worth it. And it told her something about him: He got jealous easy. That was a good little fact to know, of course. Nixie tended to steer away from the jealous types because of the way that she operated, but she didn’t seem to mind it in Justin.

And then some other little chick decided to shimmy up to him. Well fine, she wasn’t the jealous type. But she did hope he realized that if he decided to dance with this little chick she would find herself another person to dance with until he came to his senses.

She just kept dancing, until Justin came back over to her. She grinned a bit. Well then, he had brushed off the hot little blond in the hot little dress for her? How touched did she feel. She smirked, turning the grin into a bit more of a cocky look, because she was good at that. What? So she had a bit of an ego. It made her feel good to know he had chosen her little shade self over another Angelli. He spoke and she grinned, tilting her head slightly. ”Ah, so hot women coming up to you is awkward? Note to self” she teased lightly when he apologized for what happened.

And then he asked her the question she was waiting for.

”As long as you understand I’m dragging you to my place if we get out of here” she said, hoping he understood that. She hadn’t felt like leaving the city tonight. And also, part of her wanted to see if she could impress him with her place. She was oddly proud of it because it was her own place. Not her mothers, and not the dump she had lived in when she had been basically homeless. She wanted to see what he thought of it. It was a weird sort of anticipation in her gut. She had never felt this way before, she had never cared. This was so weird.

She waited for his answer, and then took his hand without a second thought and began to tug them through the dance floor and back out into the open air. It was almost deafeningly quiet out here after the heavy beat of the music out there but she didn’t mind. She was excited to get out of her. She hoped he meant the same thing as she did when he said get out of here though, because otherwise that would be embarrassing.

And Nixie hated being embarrassed.

Looking up, she saw the impressive sight of her body guard in front of her. But she had been expecting it. Marco wasn’t the type to wait for her at home, of course he had come here. He was leaning back against his car, a sleek little black number, that also doubled as her car because she didn’t drive. She was utterly not surprised by his appearance. And he was utterly not surprised by the fact that she had a male with her. She grinned at him and he just rolled his eyes at her and looked at her like she was an annoying little sister who had snuck out. ”Justin, meet Marco, my big brother” she lied, mostly to amuse herself.

Marco opened the door for her to slide into the back seat of the car and then corrected her. ”I’m her body guard” he corrected with a roll of his eyes. ”But some days it might as well be the same thing” he continued, teasing her as a brother would and speaking in his low gravel voice. Nixie easily slid into the back seat of the car, and hoped that Justin would join her and not be scared off by Marco. Sometimes he did that. Nixie often forgot how intimdating her body guard could be.

[JUSTIN ALEXANDER FLYTE]

Justin Flyte


Hasn’t anybody told you to sit back and breathe?
You can’t be living life like a loaded gun,
Sing out, sing out,
Things can only get better!

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.xXx. [/color] If there was one thing Justin was slowly beginning to wrap his head around, it was the fact that Nixie seemed very, very unpredictable. She never ceased to zig when he was sure she was about to zag, and she came to surprise him time and time again, with each and every one of his questions. Some thought unpredictability was a bad thing; that it was a sign of loose cannon. But, Justin? Justin found it fun, thrilling, and completely intriguing. He found himself wondering what she would do in certain situations, and why she was the way she was. He loved the element of surprise, and found himself longing to understand her, and how she worked. As of right now, Nixie was a complete mystery. This woman who was so-conveniently his match, was an absolute, utter mystery. He knew not where she came from, and hell, he barely even knew her as a person.

Justin didn’t know what about that fact he found so, entirely exciting.

The two melded together without any hesitation whatsoever, confidence radiating from the both of them, as they immediately moved to the fast-paced music surrounding them. Their dance seemed to get more intense with each and every passing second, as if feeding on one another’s desire and confidence, creating a dangerous whirlwind of emotion and hunger. Justin fed off of her exuberance and intensity all too easily, letting himself become entirely enveloped in their little, competitive game. It wasn’t your average lustful game, god no, but rather a game of pushing limits; exploring something new. Justin knew very well she would be testing the water for sharks, and to be truthful, he was, as well. How could they call themselves matches, if they only swam in the kiddie pool? They were learning about one another in depth, and yet, managed to keep playful. That’s what Justin appreciated most. That the both of them could move together, emotions running high, only to be laughing. The man almost grinned at the very thought of it.


He rejoiced in the contact with another body moving in unison against his own, his body responding instinctively when Nixie brushed her lips against his own; leaving him just a taste, and longing for more. He dipped his own head to trail his lips along her neck briefly, hands trailing down her body, only before doing as she did; pulling away without enough touch for satisfaction to be achieved. The taste of her lingered on his lips, and as the man shot her a confident, flirtatious little grin, she pulled back, once again living up to her expectations of being unpredictable. Justin was left momentarily confused, though kept moving, letting his eyes feast over the sight that was Nixie. She was a stunning woman, and it was no doubt she had more appeal to her then necessary.


And it looked like other men seemed to think the same, too.


Justin caught glance with another lone man, who, much like himself, was gawking at the sight. It wasn’t often that a girl like Nixie was seen dancing by herself. Jealousy flared up like a wildfire within Justin, and he glared at the threat, eyes narrowed with obvious malice. After finally noticing Justin’s warning, the man rolled his eyes and turned towards his pals, before resuming his ignorant fist-pumping. Fuck yes, bastard. Keep your eyes to yourself. Justin almost smirked slightly, before he turned back towards Nixie, only as another woman approached him. Both brows shot up as she looped her hands around his neck and asked to dance, before the Angelli turned her down as politely as he could, and hurried back over to Nixie. He didn’t want to leave her out in the open for too long; for the night, he counted her as his. No other man would take her from him, not tonight. Justin apologized with a small smile, and Nixie replied very easily, earning another chuckle to exit through his parted lips. Trust her not to freak out, like he fully expected. He rolled his eyes, before subconsciously pushing up one of his sleeves that, without him realizing it, had begun to un-roll rather discreetly.

“Oh, definitely.”

He replied with a smirk, kidding, before continuing.

“It’s a good thing I approached you rather than the other way around, or I might have frozen up completely.”

He added with a short wink, before commenting on the fact that he believed they should either leave, or pretend as if nothing happened. Justin’s personal preference? He definitely wanted to leave. Like, the quicker the better. That is, if he got to leave with Nixie. A grin threatened to curve his lips with the thought. He’d asked though, because it wasn’t right to drag her off without options. He’d always give her options; never, would Justin cage a woman in. Nixie’s answer brought him out of his thoughts effortlessly, and almost immediately, a grin spread across his lips; obviously in approval. He nodded in agreement, before speaking.

“Yeah, anything’s good with me.”

He added with another smirk, before she grasped his hand (which he didn’t mind to the least), and began tugging him through the crowd towards the exit. The silence of the outdoors was somewhat dramatic compared to the shocking volume inside the club, but Justin didn’t mind much. The cool night air felt good against his partially dampened skin, and Justin let out a sigh of contentment, before his gaze flickered towards the rather massive man leaning on a slick, black, damn attractive vehicle. Both bros shot up as Justin observed the man, obviously here to pick up Nixie, and slight questions began to build up within his head. Who was he to her? How close were they? Justin offered the man a smile as Nixie introduced them, only before the larger man, now known as Marco, corrected her. So he wasn’t her brother; that was good, right? Justin wasn’t sure. Either way, Justin nodded and offered his hand to the man, before introducing himself.

“Justin. Nice to meet you.”

He said simply with a nod, not thinking of the action as odd. He was a generally polite man, and certainly not one that would brush off another person as if they weren’t even there. He grinned slightly, before slipping into the seat beside Nixie, and closing the door behind him. Inside the vehicle was dark, and although slight thoughts of Marco lingered in the back of Justin’s mind, his attention shifted towards Nixie. He had no idea where she lived, but he had a slight idea that it wouldn’t be nearly as modest as his own home. Justin was all about comfort, and his own apartment was smaller, but very warm and homey. That was just his personal taste. He had a feeling he’d enjoy her place though, no matter what. Hell, the car was enough to catch his attention. Fricken sexy.

“Council Member, bodyguard, nice car... I should be intimidated, Nixie.”

Not to mention she knew exactly what caught guy’s attention on the dance floor. But would Justin say that? Of course not. He just grinned, reclining back into the seat with a small sigh. He had a feeling that tonight, no matter what took place, would surely be fun.

We’re bound to make a change,
Take some time to hold somebody!
Leat go of fear and all your heartache,
Learn to laugh, and learn to cry!

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Muse: Alright
Notes: Didn't proof it, sorry it took so longgg, aaanddd that I didn't give you much to reply to. D: ILVOEYOUTHOUGH, and I promise I'll get bettur. [/size][/blockquote]

[ARIANNA "NIXIE" SYMPHONIA]

Nixie was fully enjoying this odd little unspoken game that the two newly matched people were currently engaged in. What better way to get to know the person who had to be with you whether you liked it or not? And so far she was certainly enjoying this game and getting to know him. It scared her more than a little bit to be enjoying someone else’s company as much as she was. She never let anyone close enough, and even as she let him get to know bits and pieces of her, she knew she was holding back a lot as well.

It was no way to start a relationship, but Nixie had never had one. She had never let anyone close enough. The closest she had was Marco and he wasn’t interested in sitting up all night and chatting over a glass of wine. Sharai was the only person she still talked to from her family but even Sharai didn’t know a lot of her. Most people only knew bits, little bits. She had a hard time pulling people in to her and letting them stay in. Even through her flings and one night stands, that was all they were and nothing more. She couldn’t do that with him but knowing her she would try. Maybe that was why she did what she did next in this game.

Rather than getting closer, she did something unexpected and classical Nixie. She pulled away to dance by herself. She wanted to see what Justin would do and how he would react. And he seemed to be the jealous type if the way that he kept glaring at other men that happened to look at her was any indication of the fact. Not that she minded, she found it entirely amusing and made a note to play with that fact later. Later. There was that again. The idea that there would be a later.

She didn’t mind dancing by herself. She wanted to get as much attention as she could to see how he would react. But, in her little dance, some other little Angelli chick waltzed right on over to him and asked for a dance. It didn’t bother her, she wasn’t the jealous type and as much as she wanted to get to know him more, she wasn’t in a rush to pin herself down. If he danced with another woman, well, she would just adnce with another man until he decided to see sense. But, she didn’t have to do that, because he brushed off the other woman and went back to her, calling it awkward. She teased him, and he teased her right back with a wink. She rolled her eyes at the comment, but he had—possibly on accident—called her hot when he said it was a good thing he came up to her. She grinned a bit, impressed at the near complement. Skills. She still rolled her eyes at him though. And debated kicking him for the hell of it.

Then he added that he wanted to either continue as they were, with their dancing, or get the hell out of there. She was more interested in getting out of there though. It seemed like a more interesting idea to her. Besides, she hoped that he ahd the same idea of what that meant that she did. She made sure that he realized they were going back to her place, mostly because it was in town and also because she wanted to try and impress him, and was pleased with the reply. ”Good” she replied, grinning, and then took his hand to lead him through the dance floor out into the actual outside where Marco was waiting for her, as she had expected.

She watched, slightly impressed, when he offered his hand to Marco and introduced himself. Most dudes found themselves afraid of Marco because of his size and the fact that if they did anything to her they’d be doomed with him around, but he didn’t seem to blink. She watched as Marco took his hand and shook it firmly, but that was about it, before opening the door and letting her slide in.

It made her undeniably happy, though, when Justin slid in next to her in the car. She had been afraid for a moment that he wouldn’t want to after all this fancy shit right here. She hadn’t meant to intimidate or impress…okay maybe she had a little. He should probably know what he was getting in to after all. Not that Nixie chose any of this, but it ws her life and she couldn’t escape it. If he wanted to be part of her life, he should know this.

Marco slid around to the front of the car and got in the drivers seat, smoothly pulling out of the spot easily. Nixie turned her attention back to Justin as he spoke to her though. And then she smirked. ”Well, I didn’t chose the Council Position or the body guard, though I love him anyway” she said, sparing a smirk for Marco who caught her eyes in the rear view mirror and rolled them to show he wasn’t amused. He was often unamused by her though. She turned her attention towards Justin, shifting her seat subtly to be turned towards him. ”The car’s Marco’s, he just likes driving me around in it because I don’t drive and he hates when I walk around at night. But I’d like to think I’m impressive all on my own” she told him with a cocky little smirk.

She leaned towards him slightly as she spoke, getting closer but at the same time still staying in her seat, separated from his by the middle one. She liked to tease and test and play. And though he had passed every test so far, she was wondering if he would keep it up. Be bold or be classy? Depending on how he reacted, she would judge a lot. That was the scary thing about this woman. She had issues and she knew how to use them, thank you.

She was pulled from her thoughts by Marco pulling the car into it’s designated spot for her suite and waited impatiently until her body guard opened her door. She hated waiting but the man had a fit when she opened it herself, like it would explode and kill her or something. She would have thought it was ridiculous except for the fact that she had almost been shot once when she had gotten stubborn and opened her door before Marco was out and in front of her.

She learned her lesson. Though she was huffy about it. ”I hate being pampered” she muttered, obviously annoyed, but slid out like a calm and rational child when her door was opened, going to rejoin Justin and confidently take his hand. ”So, ready to step into my lair? I promise I don’t bite…much” she teased with a smirk before happily walking into the lobby where the man behind the counter waved and unlocked the elevator that led to her suite for her. Marco, for all his tact, waited downstairs while Nixie happily tugged Justin into the elevator with her, slid her key into the lock and turned to unlock her button—she hated all the unnecessary precaution—and pushed her button impatiently until the doors closed.

This could be fun.

She fought the urge, just barely, to kiss him as the elevator rode up to her floor. Twenty eighth fucking floor. She hated being so high up, but she loved her place.

The doors opened and she dropped his hand, walking directly into her suite because it took up the whole floor. Everything was very…Nixie. Soft carpet that seemed to eat your feet, her own artwork—both charchol, pencil and paint—hanging on the walls, everything done up in different shades of blue with black leather furniture, doors that led various places, a state of the art kitchen. And then there was her favorite part, the wall of windows that let the stars and the moon shine down on her living room. She turned and smirked at him. ”What’cha think?”

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Muse: Okay
Comments: It kinda rambles? But I wanted to get them to the apartment. Sorry it sucks -_-

[JUSTIN ALEXANDER FLYTE]

Justin Flyte

Hasn’t anybody told you to sit back and breathe?
You can’t be living life like a loaded gun,
Sing out, sing out,
Things can only get better!

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.xXx. [/color] The way Nixie chosen to tug Justin by his hand, rather than just motioning for him to follow or tugging him along by his arm, had, for one reason or another, gotten Justin thinking. It’d successfully captured his attention, and despite being slightly surprised by the action, he went along with it very, very easily. He hadn’t held anyone’s hand in years, and to be truthful, Justin found it somewhat comforting. Sure, hand-holding was a small, generally overlooked action. But still, it gave him hope that perhaps these two had a reason for ending up as matches. Maybe, just maybe, everything would work out, and they’d be happy together. Could one, sweet, possibly over-thought action really tell him that, though?

Justin dropped the mental question, knowing very well he wasn’t being rational.
The whole idea of him finally meeting his match was planting overly warm and fuzzy thoughts in his head.
Which he didn’t really approve of. I mean, they’d just met, right?
Right.

Justin decided then, to try and keep himself thinking strictly about the here and now. He wouldn’t over think things and get overly attached too quickly, because although tempting, he knew better. Justin would need to move slowly; hell, he didn’t even know if the two meshed right, just yet. Well, so far they seemed to-but, that could always change, couldn’t it? She could have some pet-peeve he wasn’t aware of, and suddenly decide she never wanted to see him again.

So much for not over-thinking it.

Justin almost scowled at himself, before the two exited the club, and he was brought before the sight of a rather large, important-looking man. Justin couldn’t help a small bow-raise, though listened intently as Nixie spoke of the man, apparently named Marco. For the few moments Justin thoughts this Marco was Nixie’s brother, he did feel somewhat... intimidated. A brother was always someone to watch out for, especially if you’re going home with their little sister. I mean, it’s something every guy knows; stay clear of the big brother. Justin hoped it wasn’t obvious, but when Marco introduced himself as Nixie’s bodyguard, a little weight was lifted from the Angelli’s shoulders. He sighed slightly and offered a hand to the man, briefly introducing himself, before sliding into the seat beside his match. He would admit that Marco could, in general, come across as frightening, however Justin knew that he didn’t need to fear the man. Why? He was a well-behaved guy for the most part, and I mean, it wasn’t as if Justin wanted to murder Nixie, right? Marco had no reason to want to drop him down a well.

Justin just needed to keep it that way.

If anything though, it was all the... flash, that truly intimidated Justin. Nixie was a council member; around here, she was practically a celebrity. Could Justin live up to that? He was just some bartender-slash-waiter, who came from a poor family and a small town. He wasn’t any hot-shot with tons of money, nor could he afford any large, extravagant gifts to show his affections. The thought faltered his confidence momentarily, before he spoke, choosing to, once again, ignore the questions. He always over-thought things when he was nervous. Did that mean Justin was nervous? Probably. Though, he’d deny it if asked. He listened to her first comment with an easy smirk, leaning back against the rather comfy seat in order to watch her speak. As the woman began speaking once again, Justin was vitally aware of the subtle turn of her body, so she was facing towards him. Intentional? It looked like it, but Justin wasn’t about to go around making assumptions that could be wrong. His smirk grew into somewhat of an amused grin as he last words, and he tiled his head, continuing to observe her.

“I think that’s pretty accurate.”

He replied with another smile, referring to her rather cocky comment about being impressive. The girl knew she was, therefore it was more than fine for her to flaunt it. He noted her moving closer, just slightly, and Justin fought the urge to make some sort of outgoing, wild attempt at mauling her in the backseat. He wouldn’t try and pull anything in front of a man Nixie titled originally as her brother, let alone in that man’s car. He was tempted, don’t get me wrong, but only allowed himself to lean a little closer and smirk at her, instead. It was at that moment that Justin turned his head to look through the window, as the vehicle pulled up to a residence that Justin figured was Nixie’s. He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander around the place, and from the looks of it, it was certainly not in bad shape. Justin chuckled lightly as Nixie muttered about hating being pampered, before sliding out through his own door, shutting it carefully, and waiting for further direction from the woman that had brought him here. That direction, it so happened, came in the form of another round of hand-holding.

But of course, it wasn’t like Justin minded.


“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

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He replied with another playful grin, before being happily led inside and towards the correct elevator.

There was, of course, a secret part of him that loved the fact Marco stayed downstairs, even as the elevator doors closed.

Justin stayed silent during the ride up, unsure of what would be appropriate at the moment. If this were a movie, the two would probably spontaneously turn and have a nice little makeout. But Justin was well-behaved, and decided not to do anything too, too bold. Yet. He watched the floors change, taking a discreetly side glance towards the woman, before the elevator stopped at the 28th floor, opening to reveal... well, the whole floor. That also happened to be Nixie’s living quarters. Justin paused, brows shooting up, before he walked from the elevator, taking a moment to observe the place in what could easily be described as awe. It was absolutely fucking stunning, that’s what it was. Justin fought the urge to explore, and dragged his eyes back towards Nixie as she spoke, his eyes still wide with amazement. He, oddly enough, had somewhat of an appearance like a child at their first amusement park.

“Damn.”

He said, taking another moment to glance around him, before returning to look at her once again, his lips once again curving into a smile.

“Like... ]Damn.”

He said again, letting out a small, breathless laugh, watching her, eyes brimmed with awe.

“You’ve got one hell of a place, that’s what I think.”

He said with a grin, taking a few steps forwards so he was beside her, before he cast his eyes towards one of the pieces of work on the walls, and pointed towards it as he spoke.

“Those yours?”

He asked, glancing back towards her. Hell yeah, he’d been paying attention. Justin couldn’t help his grin, as he watched her. He was... excited. About everything. The possibility of having a match he got along with, a future, hell, even the fact that he might just get a little action tonight. What wasn’t to be excited about? It was almost too much to take in.

Almost.


We’re bound to make a change,
Take some time to hold somebody!
Leat go of fear and all your heartache,
Learn to laugh, and learn to cry!

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Muse: Alrightish
Notes: Sorry it's long, rambly, and I didn't proof it. :3[/blockquote]

[ARIANNA "NIXIE" SYMPHONIA]

Nixie had come to Pantheon tonight fully intending to bring someone back home with her. She had not intended for that someone to be her match however. But hey, they had hit it off hadn’t they? They had. To the point that Nixie was still bringing someone home. So that was a plus right? In true Nixie fashion, she didn’t want to think about the future or the past, but just this point. If she focused on the past she’d freak out about letting someone in like this, even though she was just taking him to her apartment.

And thinking about the future would just do the same thing.

Okay, so Nixie had issues. She was fully aware. She shook her head and got back to the situation at hand. She had tugged Justin through the crowd back outside of the club. She had taken his hand to make sure she didn’t lose him, that was all. That was what she told herself to, like with the past or future, avoid a freak out. It had been known to happen frequently. Her freak outs that is. She couldn’t help it. It was like something snapped in her and she had to get away. But she wasn’t focused on that.

She was focused on introducing Justin to Marco and being impressed when he shook Marco’s hand instead of freaking out and running away. She was focused on sliding into the car with Justin, ready to head home and hopefully impress him. She was focused on talking to him and seeing how his reactions were so she could continue playing her odd little games, which she had to play. She had to test people. How else could she know who she could let in closer and who she should avoid? She couldn’t trust. Oh no, trust was a foreign concept to her. The only thing she trusted was that she liked being on her own. No one to betray her.

He had called her things impressive and her status, and she had turned and said that she thought she was impressive all on her own, giving a cocky little smirk that she usually had on her face. He was watching her, she knew this, but she was watching him right back. He said that was accurate and she laughed, approving the answer. And she could practically feel Marco’s confusion. Mostly because Nixie rarely laughed. Third time in one night though. Impressive. Was it sad that someone made her happy made her very wary though?

She shifted closer to see what he would do, needing to see what he was made of, test him. She tested everyone. She arched a brow when he leaned back closer and smirked, not sure what ot make of it. It wasn’t a full out commitment to coming closer, but it wasn’t him staying still either. It was in the middle and she had no idea what to make of it. It confused her to not get a reading off of one of her little games.

Maybe Marco just scared him. That was the answer she was sticking with because it satisfied her.

Nixie had snagged his hand when she slid out of the car after they stopped at the Pent House, the place where she had a floor to herself complements of being a council member. She asked if he was ready to enter her lair, and grinned wickedly in response to his answer and playful smile. She didn’t answer any more than that though, she wanted to leave him wondering and see what he thought about that. It was just her way. Instead she tugged him into the building confidently. She figured if she dropped the hand he would still follow after her, and she didn’t have the excuse of the club anymore. But if she had his hand, it meant the doorman wouldn’t question and she wouldn’t have to answer any awkward questions about what he was to her and all that shit that nosy doormen asked.

She waited until said doorman unlocked the elevator that led to the upper level suites such as hers before tugging Justin in there too, being the dominant woman that she certainly was. Okay, so she was a tad bit dominating and she couldn’t help it. Nor did she intend to to be quite honest. If he couldn’t deal with that, that was his issue not hers. She jammed her key into the thing in the elevator and then impatiently jabbed the button for them to go up. And then barely managed to avoid kissing him as the elevator went up. What? She hadn’t kissed him yet and she wanted to! That little brush in the club didn’t count. Her sin as a Shade was Lust for a reason after all.

But it was worth being patient for the look on Justin’s face when he saw her apartment. She walked backwards into her living room with a grin, happy she had managed to impress him. That had been the goal after all. She found she had the oddest urge to impress him. It was weird because usually she didn’t give a shit about what people thought about her, but the expression on Justin’s face and the damn made her grin and feel very proud of herself for odd reasons she couldn’t quite pin point. It wasn’t important, but she was amused to have impressed him.

She asked what he thought, and laughed again when he made a comment that was just …damn… again. He answered finally, saying that he thought she had one hell of a face and she grinned back at him. ”I know,” she said, all confident as usual. ”I decorated it, made them add the wall of windows and all that” she said, feeling the need to add that that little detail was all her, and it had been worth it. Nixie had a thing for the moon, and during the day she could just close the curtains. And Marco didn’t mind it becase she was high enough up that it wasn’t a security risk.

He came to stand near her and she looked up at him slightly, arching a brow. He pointed towards her art and asked if those were hers. And she felt oddly pleased that he had recognized it as hers when he had never seen her work and only knew that she sketched. For some reason that pleased her to no end and she wasn’t sure why again but she let it go, tilting her head. ”Someone pays attention” she teased lightly. ”What a gentleman” she said, being playful still and teasing. She could be this way when she liked a boy and wanted them in her room and she made a point not to let it be more than that.

Then she grinned and turned to face him and started walking backwards towards a closed door. Beyond that door was her bedroom. She let her hands twist into the fabric of her dress, tugging and pulling at it playfully, a fully mischievous look in her eyes as she looked at him, eyebrow raising and challenging as she spoke. ”This dress is pissing me off though. Want to continue that gentleman streak and help a lady out with that?” she said, challenge in her voice as well as in her eyes as she continued walking backwards towards her room.

If he didn’t get that entirely blunt hint, then she may have to kick him somewhere worse than the shins.

Words: 1308
Muse: Good
Comments: I didn't realize what serious issues she had until this post -_- seriously, she needs a therapist lol...glad I didn't give her Cris's claustrophobia, she has enough issues.

[JUSTIN ALEXANDER FLYTE]

Justin Flyte


Hasn’t anybody told you to sit back and breathe?
You can’t be living life like a loaded gun,
Sing out, sing out,
Things can only get better!

.xXx.

[/color]If there was one thing Justin wouldn’t have expected from Nixie when he first spotted her in the club, it would probably have to be the size, or condition, of her flat (this, of course, excluding the kicking). Hell, it seemed too big to even be classified as a flat any longer. It, quite literally, took up the entire 27th floor. And it was a work of absolute art. He walked in slowly, taking in the obviously expensive room all around him, his expression stunningly close to awestruck. Justin had only seen these type of places in magazines and movies, but never, ever, in real life. He took a moment to just let his eyes wander about the room, muttering a few words to let her know he was most definitely impressed. After a good minute of observing, Justin kicked his shoes off as she asked him what he thought of the place. Clearly, she approved of the response. “I know.” She replied easily, causing Justin to grin, bringing his eyes from the room back to her. “I decorated it, made them add the windows and all that.” She added, causing both bros to rise, as the man glanced towards the wall of windows. It was a stunning site, there was no doubting that. Justin nodded a little, obviously impressed about her choices.

“Nicely done.”

He complimented casually, taking another moment to absorb the room around him. It was then, as he did so, that Justin spotted the several pieces of art lining the walls, the sight triggering the thought that Nixie sketched. Were they hers? Justin pointed towards one of the works as he walked up to her side, asking her whether or not they were hers. “Someone pays attention.” She said in a teasing manner, earning a playful little grin of Justin’s own. “What a gentleman.” The words caused a small, breathless chuckle to slip from his lips, before he turned his head back towards her, watching her with an amused expression.

“You know it.”

He said with a light smile, before Nixie shifted to turn towards him, causing Justin to raise a questioning brow. Only when she let her hands pull and tug at the fabric of her dress did the other brow raise as well, interest completely wiping all emotions from his mind. He stood for a moment, letting his eyes roam over her body without preservation, before a small, flirtatious smirk caused the corner of his lips to curve up, suggesting that he certainly enjoyed what he saw. Her own expression was both mischievous and challenging, leading Justin to believe she knew exactly what she wanted. His eyes flickered from her towards the closed door behind her, the one in which, if he thought right, was probably her bedroom. Immediately, his smirk grew, and the man fought the urge to stalk towards her right then and there. He needed to have patience; the chase was half the fun.


“This dress is pissing me off though. Want to continue that gentleman streak and help a lady out with that?” Justin tilted his head, as if thinking the decision over, before walking forwards easily, his smirk turning into a very, very approving grin. He closed the distance in a timely fashion, not taking the entire night to walk over in slow motion, but doing it in a way that made him look less eager then he really was. Because, trust me, if Justin had his way, he’d hope right over to her and that would be the end of the story. Once the man was close enough, he paused, hesitating. But only for a moment.

“I don’t have to be asked twice.”

He said quietly, before wasting no time to lean in and kiss her. He couldn’t exactly help it; he’d really, really wanted to ever since her little teasing brush at the club. But that didn’t count as a real kiss, now did it? If there was one thing Justin knew right then, it was that if that one didn’t count, this one sure did. He kissed her hungrily, however in a very Justin-like manner, he wasn’t harsh or rough in the slightest. His hand extended to place itself on her waist, his fingers fisting the fabric of her dress, tugging lightly, just to let her know he definitely intended to take her up on her offer. And, without parting from her, he slowly began moving the two backwards, towards the door Nixie was originally heading towards. He was slow and careful, just to be sure this was what the woman wanted, though his instincts were raging in the back of his mind rather relentlessly. To tread carefully, or let his hormones drive him into full force? Justin figured it wouldn’t take long to find out.

We’re bound to make a change,
Take some time to hold somebody!
Leat go of fear and all your heartache,
Learn to laugh, and learn to cry!

Words: 871
Muse: Alright
Notes: Little bit of maul-ness, but not tons. :3 Didn't proof it and it was rushed, so sorry if it fails. D;[/blockquote][/size][/blockquote]

[ARIANNA "NIXIE" SYMPHONIA]

Nixie found herself very pleased with Justin’s reaction to her apartment. She wasn’t sure why it was so amusing to her that he was impressed, or why it had been important to her that he was impressed, it just was. Maybe it was the fact that she had decorated it herself. But she had never bothered to let anyone else stop and admire her decorating skills or her artwork on the walls. Maybe it was because he was her match? But that was bizarre, just because he was her match didn’t mean that it made him special right? Or did it. She wasn’t sure. All she knew, and all she would let herself focus on, was that she was happy he was impressed.

She was all cocky and happy, telling him that she made them put in the windows and showing off a little. It just pleased her, his expression and all that. She was happy he was impressed and it was a weird thing for her. Though it did help her ego. Not that her ego really needed helping. At all. He said nicely done and she just smirked, all happy and shit. She’d say I know, but she had already said that and she wasn’t a parrot or some such shit like that.

She teased him and called him a gentleman when he noticed that the artwork on the wall was hers. But in reality, it really pleased her, and surprised her, that he had noticed. She had only mentioned in passing that she sketched, only as a bit of a tease, but here he was…noticing that the artwork might be hers. It made her stomach flutter a little which made her scowl at her stomach. She wasn’t some little highschool girl that got easily tugged into these things and didn’t flutter and blush at the little things. But at the same time, it pleased her. Like she had thought earlier, no one ever bothered to even look when she took them here, it was mostly for her own pleasure that her art hung there. So that he had noticed was something impressive to her.

She had turned towards him then, being mischievous and challenging in her look towards him. He was questioning but she watched as he looked at her when she started to tug at her dress a little. She grinned when she saw he liked what he saw and tilted her head playfully. She knew she was pretty, why not work it to her own advantange? She wanted to peak into his head but that was cheating. She could use her own skills in this particular game just as well as she could use her Council given skills. And she intended to.

She started walking backwards towards the door, and hinted that basically she wanted her dress off. And his clothes too, please. And them horizontal on her bed. Or vertical against her door. Either one worked well enough for her. It didn’t matter, as long as they got to what she wanted to do. And she was pretty sure it was obvious what she wanted right now. He paused and she arched a brow, before he spoke. And her smirk grew. ”Good” and then she watched as he came closer, still backing towards her door.

And then he kissed her.

She returned the hunger of his kiss right back at him, reaching up to place one hand on his shoulder and the other tangled up in his hair, tugging slightly as she kissed him back, hungry for more. The little light brush from back at the club had been nothing, it had just made her hunger for this grow. It made her want more. She grinned against his lips when his hand started to tug at her dress, fully approving of his intent to get it off of her as soon as possible and moved back with him towards her bedroom.

Soon enough, her back found the door and she found herself happily against it and tugging him closer to her. She pushed his jacket off of his shoulders, disapproving of all the layers that he was wearing. They needed to be off as soon as possible. She wanted nothing but skin, thank you very much.

Was it really that hard to see that her main sin was Lust? She found it building, the need, faster than it usually did to have skin against skin. For a moment she forgot that she had to turn the doorknob to get them back and into her room. For a moment all she cared about was the feeling of the hunger growing in her gut and the way his lips felt against hers, and her back against the door. She wanted to feel more than this. She wanted no clothes in the way.

She pulled her mouth away from his only when the need to breathe overrode the need to kiss and took this moment to reach down and turn the doorknob, nearly falling backwards into her room when the door opened. Instead she teasingly pulled away from him, much like she did when they were in the club and playing their game, and into her currently dark room, though still light enough to see by, and towards her bed slightly. The color scheme and decorating was much the same as everything else in her apartment. She grinned and tilted her head slightly. ”So…?” she asked playfully, waiting to see what he would do.

[JUSTIN ALEXANDER FLYTE]

Justin Flyte


Hasn’t anybody told you to sit back and breathe?
You can’t be living life like a loaded gun,
Sing out, sing out,
Things can only get better!

[/i]


.xXx. [/color]Justin was doing everything he could to get points. Be it introducing himself to Marco, to pointing out the work on the walls, he was trying his best to make a good first impression. Not to say Justin didn’t do these things regularly, because that wasn’t the case, but he felt like the need to catch Nixie’s attention was a little more... extreme, compared to normal. He couldn’t decide whether it was because of the fact she was his match, or if he had just taken a particular little liking towards her. He could easily agree with both, though he tried his best not to think about it; not to get ahead of himself. Did it really matter why he was striving to be in Nixie’s good books? Should it bother him not to know the exact reason?


It was around this time, as Justin fought to understand his own actions, which he turned towards her, brows shooting up at her rather flirtatious display of pulling and tugging at the fabric of her dress. He watched her walk backwards; eyes running down the sight of her body without reservation, as he felt desire once again begin to creep forth into the back of his mind. Even if he’d wanted to leave right then and there, Justin didn’t think it was remotely possible. Like, at all. He listened to her speak, his smirk growing into a flirtatious, playful little grin, before he replied, and began stalking towards her, determined. “Good.” The word was obviously approving of his choice, and it didn’t take Justin long to lean down and kiss her, relishing in the contact. He kissed her hungrily, his desires obvious, and leaned into her as she tugged him closer lightly, appreciating her hand on his shoulder, as well as in his hair. The closer the better.


Soon enough, once the two had made their way towards the bedroom, Justin pressed up against her frame as her back met the door, lifting his hands to aid her in tugging off his jacket. He pulled the article of clothing from his shoulders easily, before twisting to pull it off completely and drop it to the ground without a second thought. He let his hands return to her sides, eagerly grasping at the fabric of her dress, pulling it tight across her hips as he resumed kissing her. The need to get closer, to get the two into that room, was becoming too overwhelming to ignore, and Justin found his rational mind slowly slipping out of his grasp.


As Nixie broke the kiss (a rather unwanted, painful loss), Justin dipped to kiss her neck and leaned back slightly, grasping the doorframe, so she wouldn’t fall through the door once it was opened. He knew they would eventually make it into the bedroom, and hopefully the bed, and although it took determination to quit pressing up against her, he figured he could live being separated for a few moments. It was then Nixie pulled away, leaving Justin once again confused, his mind entirely clouded with the fog of his hormones. His brow furrowed momentarily, grip on the doorframe keeping him upright, before he caught her grin, his own smirk returning, wiping away the confusion. She had a way of doing that; getting him so caught up in the heat, and then pulling back, leaving him confused and wanting more. Justin’s chest rose and fell quickly, and as she spoke he raised a brow, before once again moving to stand in front of her.

“I think it’s about time for me to continue that gentlemanly streak, hmn?”

He spoke with a grin, before leaning forwards once again, his hand slipping into the small of her back and tugging her closer to him. He kissed her, more passionately this time, and leaned in closer, all the while moving forwards, wanting to get her nearer to the bed. He wouldn’t shove her down or any sort of shit, but instead just kind of... hint to it. After a moment Justin broke the kiss, his lips hovering tauntingly close to her own, only to trail kisses down her neck for a moment, before soon settling with kissing along her collarbone. His hands pulled around to her sides once more, lowering to grasp at the hem of her dress, before he tugged upwards lightly in what was the only warning he was ready to give her. He paused for a moment, hesitating in wanting to get her reaction, before separating from her in order to pull the dress up and off of her. He tossed it onto the end of the bed, vaguely thinking that she may not want it to end up on the floor, before letting his eyes run over her with a devilish little smirk, and leaning in to kiss her yet again. His hands roamed over her exposed skin, flourishing in the feel of it, as he smiled into the kiss, obviously amused, and certainly approving.

We’re bound to make a change,
Take some time to hold somebody!
Leat go of fear and all your heartache,
Learn to laugh, and learn to cry!

Words: 903
Muse: Alright
Notes: Hope I gave you enough to reply to? D: If you want me to change anything, lemme know buddss. And sorry if it suckss. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[ARIANNA "NIXIE" SYMPHONIA]

Nixie was entirely pleasantly surprised when he had taken her quick and offhanded question from the club about letting her sketch him and applied it to realizing that the art on the walls was her own. It caused an odd little burst of pride for her artwork to be noticed as her own, rather than just decorations on the wall. Her art was important to her after all. And for her match to notice was important to in an odd sense. It was what solidified her wanting to do what she turned to do next.

Not that she hadn’t wanted to do that anyway.

She smirked, challenging him with her eyes and her looks, waiting to see what he would do. She wanted to get down to business, and she was not a patient girl. If he couldn’t keep up then he would have to learn, being matched to her. She smirked more at the thought and tilted her head as she tugged and played with her dress, catching his attention. She could tell she caught his attention even without the way that he looked her over. She began to walk backwards towards her room and he followed her all determined, which nearly made her want to laugh.

Nixie had long ago perfected the art of getting boys caught up only to pull away. It made them want it more, it made her more playful. It made it all that much more fun.

He caught up to her before they managed to make it to her bedroom door, not that she was complaining. She fed her hunger right back into that kiss after all, tangling her fingers up in his hair and the other hands going to his shoulders before her back found the door behind her. She let her hands leave his shoulders and hair long enough to push off his jacket, pleased with the way that he let it fall as well, one less layer to deal with. She approved of this, quite personally.

And then she pressed herself up against him in the kiss again, needing to get closer and getting frustrated with the layers of clothe that were in the way of that. She pulled back away from the kiss only because she had to breathe, unfortunately. Nixie moaned and tilted her head back, eyes dipping closed as he kissed her neck, getting distracted from the original mission which was to get into the bedroom which was right behind her. Okay, time to focus and actually get to said goal, right? Right. She reached down to turn the doorknob, and almost fell into her bedroom thanks to how much she had been pressed up against that door and Justin.

Nixie pulled away from him to back up into her actual bedroom, her own body and hormones screaming at her for pulling away like that. She was supposed to be getting closer! Not pulling away! But she smirked when his confusion faded and he just came back towards her once more. Good, she wanted him closer…she also wanted him into this bedroom and better yet over her on her bed. It was time to stop playing and get to it. She wanted to play, she was bored of this toying around, game was over time to get to checkmate.

She already knew she had won after all.

He commented on the gentlemanly streak and she just smirked back at him before he put a hand around her and pulled her closer. She arched a brow at him at the movement, tugging the likes of her was he? Oh no, people didn’t tug her. But seeing as it got her against him again, she was thinking she could ignore that little slight for now. There were more important things to get to right now. Like getting down to what she had been thinking about since before she had even gotten to the club. She had only wanted to do it more since she had met Justin. She could behave herself in the club, but now they were out of the public eye.

He kissed her and she kissed him back, the hunger back in her kisses as her arms wrapped around his neck to kiss him deeply. She moved with him happily towards her bed, not protesting this movement in the slightest. It got her closer to her own personal destination so why should she be opposed? He broke the kiss and a soft whine that she would deny later passed her lips, protesting that loss of touch. She was the one who broke off the kisses here, thank you. She stopped complaining though when his lips touched her skin again. Touching her neck, her collarbone, her eyes dipped closed in response and she slid her hands to the front of his shirt, starting to work on the many annoying little buttons that kept his skin from her.

Button down shirts were too much work.

She didn’t stop him when he grasped the hem of her dress, and made a soft noise of approval when he started to tug it up, lifting her hands to help him lift it up and off of her. Due to the nature of the backless dress and her lack of a chest, that now just left Nixie on one black pair of panties and nothing more. Not like that bothered her, she just got right back to work on his button down. She caught his little smirk as he looked over her, and smirked right back at him in her usual cocky manner. Most people didn’t know underneath that she was insecure as all hell, but not about her looks. She knew she had good looks.

She kissed him back with all the heat she felt building rapidly between them, and then fisted one hand on either side of his now open shirt to tug him down with her when she sat and then laid back on her bed, before pushing off the shirt and arching up to feel skin against skin. Yeah, she was a happy little girl right about now.

Words: 1032
Muse: Blah
Comments: I discreetly hate this post, sorry....fail -_-

[JUSTIN ALEXANDER FLYTE]

Justin Flyte

Hasn’t anybody told you to sit back and breathe?
You can’t be living life like a loaded gun,
Sing out, sing out,
Things can only get better!

.xXx.

[/color]Justin knew this was no way to start a relationship. He knew it could only complicate things, and that they were moving too fast. But, no matter how he tried to convince himself that it wasn’t the right thing to do, his clouded, vague rational mind always seemed to be drowned out by his quickly heightening need to have her. He wanted to get to know her, absolutely. Hell, she was his match; of course he wanted to get to know her, and if she allowed it, perhaps even engage in a relationship with her. Wasn’t that what fate wanted, given that they were matched? Justin wasn’t sure. All he knew was that, right now, he couldn’t seem to be able to get a clear enough head to stop himself from what he knew he would end up doing. Justin was letting lust, quite literally, control him. Now, don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t that Justin didn’t want to have sex with Nixie. God, no. He just feared that it might complicate things. But hey, maybe he was wrong. Maybe it would work to their advantage. Either way, they would cross that bridge when they got there. Whether it was in the morning, or a few days from now. Because currently? Justin was far too busy to want to worry about that shit. Far, far too busy. Thanks.

Her kissing him back just as hungrily as he kissed her only fed his fire.

Nixie’s back hit the door after a few seconds, and Justin felt his breath grow ragged. He pressed up against her, as she did to him, and relished in being so close; her taste, her smell. It was only instinct to aid her in shrugging off his jacket, and letting it drop to the floor. Hopefully, if all panned out well, the rest of their clothing would join his jacket. Justin almost chuckled at the thought, but instead focused purely on kissing Nixie’s neck as she parted from him, her moan only bringing an amused, devilish little grin to his lips as he did so. He continued to kiss and nibble lightly, leaning into her, all before she reached down to turn the doorknob, forcing Justin to back off a little bit. He leaned on the doorframe as she separated from him, rather tauntingly, before moving towards her as he spoke, and slipping a hand into the small of her back. He pulled her forwards, just lightly, and when she arched a brow at him in response, Justin knew not to go there again. This was all about learning and exploring, and when she warned him about something she didn’t like, he would happily listen. Justin loosened his hand lightly in response, a silent apology perhaps, before moving into kiss her.

Justin had decided kissing her was something he really, really enjoyed doing.

She kissed him back how he needed to be kissed though; her arms wrapping around his neck, everything intense, and certainly hot. He kissed her passionately, deeply, and as he began to timidly walk her towards the bed, hinting at his desired direction to her, she moved with ease, giving Justin the okay. After his last little screw-up, he didn’t want to take her permission for granted. The man parted from the kiss, his lips moving to trail down along her neck and collarbone, though not before her silent, soft whine caught his attention. Another small smirk slipped onto his lips as he kissed her, knowing well she may have been enjoying kissing him as much as he was with her. He leaned into her slightly as she began undoing his shirt, wanting desperately for the garment to be gone. At the thought of the removal of clothing, it was then Justin decided that her dress was very much in his way. And therefore, very much needed to be gone. The man took care in lifting the hem of the dress, making sure to go slowly at first to give her a chance to deny him what he wanted so desperately, before pulling the article of clothing off, with her help. He didn’t bother hiding his approval at her lack of a bra, and it very much showed in his lustful, flirtatious little smirk. He could definitely deal with being with her for the rest of his days.


Justin approved of Nixie continuing with his shirt, though let his own hands fly down to the last few buttons to help her out, and get the job done quicker. Fucking button-up shirts were assholes. Justin let a little sigh slip through his lips once it finally came undone, before leaning forwards to meet Nixie’s lips in yet another kiss, obediently falling forwards as she tugged on the sides of his shirt. He leaned over her, practically unable to break the kiss, and brought his legs astride her hips, thankful for the feel of skin against skin. His hormones raged wildly within him, and Justin found his composure lessening, his desire for her far too strong to bother with control. He leaned into her, a hand trailing down her sides in order to grasp her thigh lightly, and encourage it around himself, wanting to be closer; needing it. The Angelli continued to kiss her, fervently, desperately, letting his want for her show in the way he did so. Justin knew then, that there was no going back. He’d deal with the consequences later, because there was no way in hell he wanted to stop this from happening.

We’re bound to make a change,
Take some time to hold somebody!
Leat go of fear and all your heartache,
Learn to laugh, and learn to cry!

Words: 997
Muse: Alright
Notes: Sorry didn't proof it, it prolly fails. D; [/blockquote][/size][/blockquote]

[ARIANNA "NIXIE" SYMPHONIA]

It wasn’t like the kissing quenched the fire, the aching need in her, not in the slightest. In fact, it fed that fire. It made it grow and made it hungrier, made her want it so much more. The more she had him, the more she wanted of him. She had felt lust before but this was something different. Was this what it meant ot have a match? To have need consume you this badly all stemming from a simple, if passionate, kiss? She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. On one hand it was almost like the ultimate lust.

On the other, it meant she needed someone.

See, that was what always stopped her. The idea of needing someone else. She had needed her nanny, and her nanny had been murdered—ordered by her own mother she assumed. She had needed her mother, her mother had kicked her out. She had needed her father and she didn’t even know what he looked like or even what his bloodline was. She had needed her friend and he had been killed for letting his guard down. So the idea of needing Justin, of needing her match, scared her. When she needed people, bad things happened to them.

It was just the pattern of her life.

But thinking that logical was not a possibility right now when he was kissing her like that and feeding the fire that ignited in her from the moment that they began to dance. Or perhaps it was even before that. All she knew was she was pulling away from him after opening the door and her body did not approve. It was practically screaming for her to go right back to him right this instant. But she didn’t play like that. She intended to make him come to her instead. She liked that plan better. And come to her he did.

He tugged her close and she arched a brow at the tugging, which made him loosen his grip. She growled softly and moved to tighten his hands around her before kissing him back. Just because she had noted that he shouldn’t tug her around didn’t mean he was allowed to hold her any looser. She liked being tight against him thank you very much and in her opinion he would do well to remember that. Though, she approved of the way he took note, it shouldn’t be taken that seriously.

She liked a little challenge here or there after all. But she didn’t mind that he was being careful about walking her to the bed, though she had no protest about that and moved easily back towards it without a second thought, kissing him all the way with as much passion as she could poor into a kiss and her arms looped around his shoulders to keep him as close as she liked him to be, which was right as close as they could get.

He kissed down to her neck and she made a sound of protest and loss when he stopped kissing her that she would not admit to. Ever. But she approved of the way that he kissed to her neck and collarbone, it made her eyes drift closed as he did it. But she fully disapproved of his shirt. He was not allowed to wear button downs again, they were too much work to get off in her opinion. She would deal with the again in that sentence later when she didn’t have far more important work to tend to. Like getting them touching skin to skin as soon as possible.

And then she stopped for a moment to let him lift off her dress. She approved of this movement, not bothered in the slightest about her lack of lingerie on top. It was hard to figure out what worked with backless things so she had given up on trying to find anything, now she just didn’t bother with a bra if she was going backless, which was most of the time. She saw the approval in his eyes and she smirked, happy with it. She wasn’t big on top, but he didn’t seem to mind, so that worked in her favor. Most dudes didn’t seem to mind because her skill made up for it.

She finally finished unbuttoning his shirt, with some help from him, and used the two now opened sides to tug him down with her to the bed, not caring if he didn’t want to go at this point, there was no turning back any more, and then she pushed the shirt off him, arching up and being happy with the way her skin felt against his. She kissed him hungrily, knowing that it wasn’t enough, she needed more…fuck she craved so much more. And he didn’t seem to want to hold back either, so why keep holding back?

He encouraged her thigh around his waist and she didn’t let that encouragement go to waste, happily wrapping both legs around his waist and loving the contact it provided her with him. She wanted to get closer, she wanted to let this fire consume her and when ti came to lust, that sort of thing didn’t scare her at all. She could let that type of thing consume her, it didn’t need to have emotions factor in after all.

She broke from the kiss in order to breathe, again, silently cursing the need for air before dipping her kisses and nips to his neck, needing to repay his earlier touches with some of her own as her hands were allowed to glide across his skin. She just wanted to touch him, wanted to memorize every inch of him. And if she had her way, tonight she would. She brought her lips up to his and kissed him again, deeply and wanting even more again, so she arched her hips to his, hinting that he better lose his pants damn fast…she was getting impatient. And a gentleman didn’t leave a lady waiting, right?

Fade Out

Words: 1037
Muse: In and Outish?
Comments: I always find it weird to post with no talking involved, all action.

[JUSTIN ALEXANDER FLYTE]

Justin Flyte


Hasn’t anybody told you to sit back and breathe?
You can’t be living life like a loaded gun,
Sing out, sing out,
Things can only get better!

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.xXx. [/color] It hadn’t taken the two very long, to get to a point of hunger that was almost dangerous; neither of them wanting to part from the other, their bodies craving more, or rather, needing it. They’d just met, and already, they were well on their way to the point of return. Was this a bad thing? Justin didn’t give it much thought, though he hoped rather desperately the answer was a no. Nixie, all too easily, had brought out a side of Justin that usually ceased to exist, one that, no matter what his logic said was right, his instincts would override, and steamroll without mercy. He was usually a more respectful, relationship-oriented man, and although he tended to be flirtatious, he knew his boundaries. It wasn’t very often Justin slept with women he barely knew, but tonight, he fully intended to do exactly that, and was more than content with the idea. Could Nixie have brought out this side in him because she was his match? Or was it something else entirely? Justin decided then to ask himself this later, when he wasn’t so busy. Kissing Nixie, at the moment, was his top priority.


He was so consumed with just kissing her that it came as a bit of a shock, when she pulled away so suddenly. He’d known it was going to happen, but even though he’d been prepared, his body still reacted terribly to the separation, leaving Justin momentarily confused. She seemed to have a habit of doing that; letting him close, then leaving him. Justin wondered vaguely if that applied to her outside of the bedroom, before the question drifted out of his mindset, as he made his way back towards her. His hand slipped into the small of her back, lightly tugging her into him, though at the quirk of her brow, Justin loosened his grip, automatically trying to make up for the mistake. This was all about exploring, and getting to know one another, wasn’t it? How was Justin supposed to know she didn’t like something, unless he found out the hard way? The man kissed her passionately, though confusion bubbled within him as she tightened his grip once again, emitting a low growl. He took this as a sign to resume his previous grip, trying his best to ignore the fact her growl somewhat excited him.


He began walking her towards the bed slowly, so as to hint rather than force, however he was pleased when Nixie seemed to get the idea, and approved of it entirely. Justin’s hands shifted so they were on her sides rather than in the small of her back, holding her firmly against him as they kissed, quite happy with the closeness the two were accomplishing, though he knew it wasn’t nearly enough. He broke off the kiss after a moment, his breathing ragged, and immediately dipped to kiss and nip along her neck and collarbone, still keeping himself as close as he could to her, revelling in the taste of her on his tongue. Her eyes drifted closed, a sign that Justin was doing things right, and he chuckled against the skin of her neck lightly, before parting from her to lift up her dress. She seemed more than happy to aid him in this, and Justin took a moment afterwards to look her over, obviously satisfied, before moving to help Nixie finish off unbuttoning his shirt; a task that had proved to be far too annoying and time-consuming for either of their likings. Justin decided then that it would be best for him to not where button-up shirts around her. Ever again.


And it was then Nixie used his open shirt to tug him down onto the bed with her, an action in which Justin followed eagerly, leaning in to kiss her as they did so. She arched up to brush her skin against his own and Justin leaned into her instinctively, happily shrugging off his shirt as he did so, before letting it fall to the floor without another thought. One of his hands snaked down her side until it came into contact with her thigh, and began encouraging it around Justin’s waist, as he kissed her. And fuck, did he approve of her next action. She wrapped both legs around his waist, successfully giving the two contact that Justin craved, before Nixie shifted, dipping to kiss and nip along his own neck. Justin paused, leaning into her touches, his own eyes flickering closed as she did so. He let out a very approving, hoarse hum, before her hips brushed against his own, and Justin decided then his pants, as well as her undergarments, very much needed to be dealt with. He kissed her deeply once again, putting his efforts into pouring his hunger into it, before shifting, in order to begin undoing his belt. Another fucking thing he didn’t approve of. It took him a moment, but finally the man undid it and pulled it off, before hastily dropping it to the floor, and soon after, doing the same with his pants. He kissed her once again afterwards, his hands moving to her waist, asking for permission in order to slip off her underwear. It was the last time he’d hold back, the last time he’d ask for permission. He was impatient, hungry, and no matter how he tried to calm himself, his body screamed to be closer.

FADE OUT. THEYZ IZ BE GOINGZ TO DISNEYLANDZ.


We’re bound to make a change,
Take some time to hold somebody!
Leat go of fear and all your heartache,
Learn to laugh, and learn to cry!

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Words: 990
Muse: Alright
Notes: I may proof it later, gotta go and do the dishes D: [/blockquote][/size]

[ARIANNA "NIXIE" SYMPHONIA]

Nixie had slept like a fucking baby the night before. She wasn’t sure when the last time she had slept that calmly had been. Usually she was on high alert, even as she slept and even knowing the security in this place and Marco’s own watchful eye were on her, it didn’t matter to her. Usually she had nightmares that plagued her and kept her from having a restful sleep or sleeping through the night most of the time. But last night she had slept so deeply, that she felt fully refreshed when she woke the next morning.

She didn’t shift when she woke, she didn’t shift usually. But this morning she was fully and acutely aware of the arm that lay draped over her as securely as her blanket did and the body that was pressed against hers even in sleep. She didn’t move, simply closed her eyes once more and reveled in the warmth and security this had allowed her. This security was what had let her sleep through the night after all, which was odd. She had fallen asleep on Marco before, and that was the only time she had felt this secure in being allowed to let down her guard before.

It scared the ever loving shit out of her when she realized it. She didn’t freeze, not wanting to wake him and feeling like that movement might cause him to stir. And she didn’t want that, she needed to think and she had discovered that being around him and interacting with him caused that thinking ability to be disturbed. Which also scared the shit out of her. She was usually able to be so critical all the time, and sharp witted, and instead with him she just wanted to get closer and there was nothing logical about that at all.

He also was so nice to her. She felt this list growing. And to a normal person, there was nothing wrong with the things that he had made her feel or the way that he acted around her. It was all normal and most girls would probably die for feeling like she was feeling right now. Most people would give anything to feel safe even though they had only just met, or feel the want that made the brain go fuzzy. But Nixie was as far from being a normal person as one could get.

Instead it scared her. Because never before had someone wanted to be so nice to her. Her own mother had kicked her out of the house—because she was matched to him she now realized but that was her mother’s racist fault not his—and everyone she had ever cared about in life had died or disappeared. No one had ever been overly nice to her and she was used ot that. It made her wary when they were. Even Marco and Riv often teased and bitched with her rather than being sweet to her and she was comfortable with that.

This made her nervous.

She was so not normal. She frowned a little bit at herself and carefully, making sure not to wake him, lifted his arm from around her, freezing any time he seemed to show any of the slightest signs of waking, and slipping a pillow under his arm where she had been before sliding out from under the covers to stand. She turned to look at him, slightly critically, as she pulled her hair into a sloppy bun in a way that spoke of long ease and not caring about the tangles last night’s sex had caused.

She paused a moment. The sex had been wonderful at least. That much she could note and keep a hold of. That almost tempted her to stop and wake him to go at it again. Sex she could do, lust and flings she oculd do. A real relationship with talking and letting other people in to see the real her really scared her. She frowned a little, the temptation of getting back into bed with him gone at that set of thoughts, sadly. The idea of a relationship scared her more than her want for sex, it was almost funny and she would have laughed if she didn’t want to wake him.

He was handsome, there was no denying that. He had those blue eyes that Nixie adored in Angelli and Half Breeds, mostly because it was almost forbidden fruit for a Shade like her, and he had a smile that made her want to grin along. She meant it when she said she would like to sketch him. But now she was more focused on freaking out about him being nice to her. It was sad that someone could be mean as hell to her and she laughed, but when someone was nice she ran away with her tail between her legs.

She plucked up her dress off the end of the bed from where he had discarded it and drapped it over a chair, remembering to get it cleaned later, and picked her way around their discarded clothing in a way that spoke of her doing this many times before with practiced ease. She had never done this with someone she cared about waking up before. It was weird. She frowned a little and plucked up a new pair of panties from her top drawer, slipping them on, and then pulling on the first shirt and jeans she came across before padding outside of her room, careful not to wake him.

And almost ran smack dab into Marco.

He was standing just outside her room, his back to the door, and the look he gave her clearly spoke of him disapproving of her slipping out like this. She didn’t know why though. She stuck her tongue out at him and slipped around him to tug on her shoes as well and then head into the kitchen, knowing he would follow her. He obviously wanted a conversation about this and Nixie wasn’t going to do that near the bedroom, she didn’t want to wake him.

”I thought you like this one” he rumbled behind her as she set about making toast for herself before she slipped out. She frowned at him over her shoulder because she knew he was heading towards scolding her for being afraid. ”That’s the problem” she answered back, her voice more of a rasp then it usually was from being far too vocal about her approval of last nights deeds. ”I need to slip out. And think. Cover for me? Tell him he’s free to mooch off my kitchen and stuff, but just try to make sure he’s not here when I get back? And don’t be mean like you are to all the others” she said, frowning at her own requests. Don’t be mean? Usually she didn’t care. She groaned and then turned to kiss Marco’s cheek. ”Please?” she asked softly and let out a relieved sigh when he nodded.

Then she took herself and her toast and left. Like a coward.

Damn it

Words: 1218
Muse: Epic
Comments: She's so weird

[JUSTIN ALEXANDER FLYTE]

Justin Flyte


Hasn’t anybody told you to sit back and breathe?
You can’t be living life like a loaded gun,
Sing out, sing out,
Things can only get better!

.xXx.

[/color] There was something that felt unnaturally right about falling asleep right next to Nixie; Justin’s arm draped around her tiny frame, the smell of her entering his lungs with every soft inhale. He felt undisturbed and completely relaxed, as if nothing in the world could upset him, right then. He just focused on the sound of her breathing and the warmth the two shared, partnered with both immense ease and fatigue. It didn’t take long before the man had drifted into a deep, undisturbed sleep, his frame unmoving; unwilling to separate from her even in slumber. His night was a dreamless, peaceful one, one in which he didn’t lash about due to some, wild, crazy dream he had, only to end up on the floor the next morning in a tangled mess of sheets. No, instead he was content and perfectly still, as if at peace. And in all truthfulness, he was. It made sense though, seeing as Justin was sleeping beside someone he felt oddly comfortable with. And in such a little time, too.


When Justin’s eyes finally did begin to drift open the next morning, his mind slowly awakening, his arm tightened instinctively around Nixie--or, what he’d thought was Nixie, until it squished far too easily under his grip. His brow furrowed almost immediately, his eyes snapping open and narrowing, looking at the offending pillow with a critical, confused expression. Justin hoisted himself into a sitting position, blinking to try and clear his blurred, tired vision. He took a quick glance around him, noting that he was still in Nixie’s room, just... without Nixie. Justin paused, stretching his arms out in front of him with a sigh, before glancing towards the woman’s dress, which now lay draped over a chair, rather than on the bed, where Justin had left it. So, it was safe to say she’d gotten up before him, but was she still here?

“Nixie?”

The man called out timidly, leaning over to try and look out the doorway, before taking a glance around to locate his pants, picking them up, and slipping them on. It wasn’t a moment after Justin had stood and stretched again that he heard a vaguely familiar voice, and looked towards the door to see Marco standing there. Justin suddenly felt overly awkward, and offered the man a small, slightly nervous smile, only before he told Justin Nixie had left, but left out a location. Oh. Justin nodded a little, picking up his shirt, before beginning to slip it on, trying to keep the disappointment from his expression. She probably had work or something, right?

“Do you know where she went?”

He asked the man politely, suddenly hopeful that she may return. However, the body guard once again answered negatively, and then continued to say he could help himself to Nixie’s kitchen, if he wanted. Well, that wasn’t half bad, was it? Justin was kinda hungry. He nodded slowly as he began buttoning-up his shirt, taking a moment to glance towards Marco and smile again, speaking.

“Thanks.”

Was all he said, before the man walked into the other room, leaving Justin by himself for the time being. He looked about him once again, eyeing the unmade bed, his eyes narrowing a fraction. He knew Nixie would probably change the sheets anyways, or have someone else to do it even, but he might as well try to make it look nicer than it did, right? As far as Justin knew, girls didn’t really like to come home to a mess. Justin nodded, attempting to convince himself he wasn’t doing this for nothing, before pulling the pillows off of the bed, and placing them on the same chair as the dress. He then grasped onto the sheets lightly, tugging them to straighten them out, before tucking them where the pillows would sit on top. He pulled the comforter over the sheets and smoothed out the wrinkles, before tilting his head and looked at the bed, deciding he should most definitely not become a professional bed-maker anytime soon. A small smirk curved the man’s lips, before he grabbed the pillows and set one of them down, before pilling the others on top of it to create a little tower of sorts. His smirk widened into a happy little grin, before he walked from the room, approving of his little creation. He hoped she’d laugh when she saw it, or hell, maybe just roll her eyes. Justin would settle for either.


Disappointment fully dissolved into giddiness from the night before, Justin headed into the kitchen, picking up his jacket and slinging it over his forearm lightly, before taking a quick look around him. Should he really go in and eat her food? The man thought for a second, before pulling the fridge open a fraction to peer into it, his brows shooting up at the sight. He needed to come here more often. After all, the way into a man’s heart is through his stomach, right? Justin smirked a little before reaching forwards to snatch an apple, decided he wouldn’t take any more. Imagine if Nixie came home and he’d eaten everything? That’d be so embarrassing. Justin closed the fridge, apple in hand, before walking towards the door, and slipping his shoes on. Only when he had a hand on the doorknob did he hesitate, turning towards Marco.

“Hey, Marco? Do me a favour and tell Nixie I say thanks?”

He asked with a small smile, before slipping out of the apartment, and into the elevator. Justin glanced down at the apple in his hand with a small smile, before waving at Marco for reasons he couldn’t really understand and pressing the button for the lobby. He’d left his car at the club, so he planned on grabbing a cab, and getting a ride over. Or, hell, maybe he’d just walk. Justin was feeling pretty fucking good this morning, after all. He grinned. Yeah, he’d walk. The man stepped out of the elevator and waved briefly at the receptionists with a smile, before exiting the building. He was beyond happy, for obvious reasons, and currently, felt like he might as well be the fucking king of the world. Justin smirked at himself, before turning to walk down the street, letting his mind drift into its usual nonsense, random train of thought. He had a little bounce as he made his way towards the club, humming an up-beat, happy song as he did so. Life was absolutely fantastic.

We’re bound to make a change,
Take some time to hold somebody!
Leat go of fear and all your heartache,
Learn to laugh, and learn to cry!

Words: 1, 169. Bahahhahaa. 69.
Muse: Alrightalright.
Notes: Sorry this took me forever, and it's kinda.. weird. He's way too happy. It's creepy. [/size][/blockquote]