Nova snorted at his assessment of the domicile, leaning back and giving him a cocky little grin.
“Okay Mr. Writer, what would –you- call it?”
She fixed him with a dubious look before leaning forward to pull the potato off Kyle’s fork with her teeth, deciding that tricking men into giving up their food was –not- the same thing as sappily feeding each other. There was still that element of getting away with something, so it was all good. She was, for that reason, just a little too close when Kyle almost absently stated his next thought.
Alright, if they were keeping score, that was a point for Kyle. That unfamiliar feeling of being just a little unnerved flickered through her. She wondered if he learned that vaguely disarming quality in journalism school.
She scooted back a little too quickly and tried to smirk it off.
“I don’t have a ‘type’. I am a type unto myself! A type of one!” She rolled her eyes, warming up to her own egotistic dramatics. “Which must mean you appreciate –me-. Not really surprising…I am wonderful.” She fluttered her eyes and looked up at the ceiling before breaking into a more genuine smile. “For real though. You like women who smack you around? Because, you know, I’m into that.”
She was, perhaps, trying a little too hard to make a joke out of the whole thing, when really he probably didn’t mean what he’d said the way it came out. Being put off balance had that effect on her and she rushed to lighten things up, all the while thinking that if he followed that up with some bullshit along the lines of ‘I wish I could meet a woman like you’ she was going to shove his fork up his nose.
Psycho woman of his dreams. (Nova)
Alcohol induced dreams were usually quite vibrant and fun. Usually involving large animals or cotton candy. He was quite fond of them. But Eternity dreams were a bit more...psychotic.
Kyle was standing in the cold rain and it was, of course, night time. He shivered violently from the cold as he stood on a deserted street lit only by one street lamp. There was a brick building in front of him with a neon sign that spelled Hotel but the O and the T lights were broken.
H e l.
'Oh joy,' Kyle muttered with his arms crossed.
Across the street was a pawn shop with gold lettering on the window. The lights were off. He turned back to the brick building and noticed the white door with the black scuff marks. Kyle stepped onto the stoop and pushed open the door and it swung loudly shut behind him.
He was suddenly in a broken down hotel room. Kyle turned around again and opened the door. Peeking out was a dimly lit hallway. On one end was a door poorly marked 'STAIRS'. The other end had a window and it was still raining outside. Kyle could not recall entering the lobby, checking in or coming up the stairs.
The room was very art deco circa 1920 style. An ornate lamp hung on the wall. Its glass shell was frosted yellow by age and broken on one end. There was a bed with a knit blanket and a single pillow. The walls were wall papered and again more filagree design, yellowed with age. A desk, one rickety chair, a bathroom with a glimpse of a single light bulb in its shadows. Kyle walked over and reached for light switch on the wall which was cold and damp, as if someone had just taken a shower in it. He flicked on the light and it was harsh and bright.
Kyle stepped back out into the room and sighed. He looked down at his clothes, they were partially dry but still damp and annoying.
'Well...this is...interesting.'
Nova
18 years ago
Kyle Evans
18 years ago
'I stand corrected. You are definitely not a type...infectious lethal disease maybe but not a type.' He air quoted his statement with his fingers and finished off his steak. Pushing the tray away he rubbed his belly. Kyle had yet to feel anything remotely close to the symptoms he had from his previous withdrawl attacks. He was starting to feel quite good, which made him worry.
'So, what's the deal now that I seem to have passed having those crazy wacked out attacks? Or will I still have them, just not as frequently...oh and where are my clothes?'
Slowly he stepped off the bed, testing his feet. He stretched out, putting his arms above his head and heard satisfactory cracking from his spine. Shaking, more to try and make Nova laugh, he pulled his scrub shirt over his head.
'Gibberz me my clothes, my wench.' He tossed his shirt at her and gave her a wink as he played with the draw strings of his pants. Kyle enjoyed teasing Nova, her awkward reactions cracked him up. Helped that she had a nice pair of gams, too.
'So, what's the deal now that I seem to have passed having those crazy wacked out attacks? Or will I still have them, just not as frequently...oh and where are my clothes?'
Slowly he stepped off the bed, testing his feet. He stretched out, putting his arms above his head and heard satisfactory cracking from his spine. Shaking, more to try and make Nova laugh, he pulled his scrub shirt over his head.
'Gibberz me my clothes, my wench.' He tossed his shirt at her and gave her a wink as he played with the draw strings of his pants. Kyle enjoyed teasing Nova, her awkward reactions cracked him up. Helped that she had a nice pair of gams, too.
Nova
18 years ago
Nova tilted her head and pretended to look thoughtful at Kyle’s assessment.
“Well, the first two are dead on, though I guess it’s a stretch to take ‘infectious’ as a compliment.”
She did, however, take his next comment a little more seriously, and did her best to explain.
“You’re through the especially shitty part of it. Over the next few weeks you might experience symptoms to a lesser degree; your heart might start racing for no apparent reason, that kind of thing. That should fade away.”
She shrugged.
“At this point what we worry about most are the psychological effects. The cravings. You’re brain has learned a new way to feel really good and will want to try to feel that way again.”
In spite of the seriousness of what she was saying, she couldn’t help but laugh when Kyle sat up and demanded clothes while stripping off his clothes. She completely shamelessly checked out his bared chest, one eyebrow raised, before getting up and walking across the room to the duffel bag on the floor. This she gave a swift kick, sending it flying over to the bed.
“I’m pretty sure you’re well enough to stand, goofball.”
That said, she crossed her arms over her chest, making absolutely no effort to turn around or offer privacy. This was mostly because it didn’t occur to her, though if she bothered to reflect at all she might have concluded that she was hoping to call his bluff.
“Anyway. That’s the main thing the starbursts help with…which is kind of unfortunate in a way even though it’s good news for you. For us ‘unnaturals’ it was supposed to extend the life of the blood, and it does a little bit but not to the degree I was going for.”
“Well, the first two are dead on, though I guess it’s a stretch to take ‘infectious’ as a compliment.”
She did, however, take his next comment a little more seriously, and did her best to explain.
“You’re through the especially shitty part of it. Over the next few weeks you might experience symptoms to a lesser degree; your heart might start racing for no apparent reason, that kind of thing. That should fade away.”
She shrugged.
“At this point what we worry about most are the psychological effects. The cravings. You’re brain has learned a new way to feel really good and will want to try to feel that way again.”
In spite of the seriousness of what she was saying, she couldn’t help but laugh when Kyle sat up and demanded clothes while stripping off his clothes. She completely shamelessly checked out his bared chest, one eyebrow raised, before getting up and walking across the room to the duffel bag on the floor. This she gave a swift kick, sending it flying over to the bed.
“I’m pretty sure you’re well enough to stand, goofball.”
That said, she crossed her arms over her chest, making absolutely no effort to turn around or offer privacy. This was mostly because it didn’t occur to her, though if she bothered to reflect at all she might have concluded that she was hoping to call his bluff.
“Anyway. That’s the main thing the starbursts help with…which is kind of unfortunate in a way even though it’s good news for you. For us ‘unnaturals’ it was supposed to extend the life of the blood, and it does a little bit but not to the degree I was going for.”
Kyle Evans
18 years ago
Kyle chuckled. 'You're just taking that personally, aren't you?' He was referring to her use of the word 'unnatural'. Kyle took a moment to peek inside the bag and pulled out a casual looking blue button up. He carried the shirt in his hands as he slowly walked over to Nova, shaking his head.
'Dearest,' he started in a low voice, 'I meant that in the nicest way possible.' Kyle looked down at her and gave her a small grin as he closed the distance between them. He stopped about a foot from her, looking directly into her hazel eyes, his face inches from her's. Reaching out, Kyle tugged on the hem of her neon green shirt.
Nova's skin was a bronzy brown and he recalled how it glistened in the sun during the dream they shared together. He gave her shirt a slight tug again, this time pulling her closer about an inch. Tilting his head, he widened his smile and his lips parted and hovered over her's.
Kyle looked down at her lips and whispered softly, 'And I did mean infectious as a compliment.'
'Dearest,' he started in a low voice, 'I meant that in the nicest way possible.' Kyle looked down at her and gave her a small grin as he closed the distance between them. He stopped about a foot from her, looking directly into her hazel eyes, his face inches from her's. Reaching out, Kyle tugged on the hem of her neon green shirt.
Nova's skin was a bronzy brown and he recalled how it glistened in the sun during the dream they shared together. He gave her shirt a slight tug again, this time pulling her closer about an inch. Tilting his head, he widened his smile and his lips parted and hovered over her's.
Kyle looked down at her lips and whispered softly, 'And I did mean infectious as a compliment.'
Nova
18 years ago
Nova trailed off in her scientific talk when Kyle stood and moved closer, his shirt in his hands, but she kept her arms crossed over her chest, her head tilted to one side. She managed a somewhat nervous laugh at his remark, tilting her head up a little.
“And how nice is it possible to mean that, exactly?”
She was beginning to wonder when he was going to stop walking; she was fighting against her instincts to step back, feeling that would mean losing ground, and it was getting harder to look nonchalant when Kyle was so close and looking…right…at her. Right in her face, right into her eyes with no sign of being unnerved, no quick motion backward or forward to break the moment or escalate it. There was challenge there, just below the surface, their constant give and take in the struggle for dominance brought to another level. It was the triple dog dare, the big money bet, and this wasn’t one she wanted to lose.
This was the point, this was the moment when someone either shoved the other away and gave a nervous laugh to break the tension or grabbed them, kissed them senseless so they wouldn’t have to think about what they were doing.
Surprisingly, that wasn’t what happened at all. Instead everything seemed to slow down. She was moving forward, tugged by her shirt, they were inches apart, eyes still open, lips almost touching, and even now Kyle was talking. That seemed to be a thing with the both of them, never knowing when it was time to shut up, and she found she liked it. She whispered back, her lower lip brushing against his in what could have been mistaken for an accident.
“Kyle Evans gave me a compliment? Isn’t this a red letter day.”
She wondered, for a moment, just how amoral it was to neck a guy going through rehab, and decided this would have to go on the list of very wrong things she’d done. ‘Taking advantage of recovering E addict’. Right between ‘petty shoplifting’ and ‘sleeping with engaged teacher.’
For a minute she felt like a huge dork for having a list, even if it was only a mental one, but she shook that thought off. Yeah, this was bad. And probably pretty stupid. And there was no way in hell she was backing down now.
She ran her tongue over Kyle’s upper lip, not quite letting their mouths touch.
“You think I won’t?”
She wrapped one hand around the back of Kyle’s neck and pulled him toward her, pushing their mouths together and slipping her tongue between his lips with absolutely no regard for niceties. Kyle had once asked her if she did anything softly, and she hadn’t been lying when she told him no; this was filthy, this was profane, and there was nothing soft about the way she wrapped her arm around his waist, pressed her hand flat against his bare back, crushed his chest almost painfully into hers.
“And how nice is it possible to mean that, exactly?”
She was beginning to wonder when he was going to stop walking; she was fighting against her instincts to step back, feeling that would mean losing ground, and it was getting harder to look nonchalant when Kyle was so close and looking…right…at her. Right in her face, right into her eyes with no sign of being unnerved, no quick motion backward or forward to break the moment or escalate it. There was challenge there, just below the surface, their constant give and take in the struggle for dominance brought to another level. It was the triple dog dare, the big money bet, and this wasn’t one she wanted to lose.
This was the point, this was the moment when someone either shoved the other away and gave a nervous laugh to break the tension or grabbed them, kissed them senseless so they wouldn’t have to think about what they were doing.
Surprisingly, that wasn’t what happened at all. Instead everything seemed to slow down. She was moving forward, tugged by her shirt, they were inches apart, eyes still open, lips almost touching, and even now Kyle was talking. That seemed to be a thing with the both of them, never knowing when it was time to shut up, and she found she liked it. She whispered back, her lower lip brushing against his in what could have been mistaken for an accident.
“Kyle Evans gave me a compliment? Isn’t this a red letter day.”
She wondered, for a moment, just how amoral it was to neck a guy going through rehab, and decided this would have to go on the list of very wrong things she’d done. ‘Taking advantage of recovering E addict’. Right between ‘petty shoplifting’ and ‘sleeping with engaged teacher.’
For a minute she felt like a huge dork for having a list, even if it was only a mental one, but she shook that thought off. Yeah, this was bad. And probably pretty stupid. And there was no way in hell she was backing down now.
She ran her tongue over Kyle’s upper lip, not quite letting their mouths touch.
“You think I won’t?”
She wrapped one hand around the back of Kyle’s neck and pulled him toward her, pushing their mouths together and slipping her tongue between his lips with absolutely no regard for niceties. Kyle had once asked her if she did anything softly, and she hadn’t been lying when she told him no; this was filthy, this was profane, and there was nothing soft about the way she wrapped her arm around his waist, pressed her hand flat against his bare back, crushed his chest almost painfully into hers.
Kyle Evans
18 years ago
Kyle wasn't sure what made him thought Nova would try to do this softly, but deep down, in the southern regions, he was very happy she didn't. He was, of course, in need of air.
Reaching out, Kyle put his hand on the wall behind Nova to steady himself and gasp for air.
'Wait...wait...I'm the boy,' he tried saying through their deep kiss. The situation was beyond comical and he started to chuckle as he pushed her back up against the wall and then reached down to pick her up. He straddled her legs around his hips as he held her up by getting a grip on the soft skin just below her ass.
Happy now with the repositioning, he pressed his hips and his now rigid hard on, into her crotch area. Kyle disengaged from their kiss again to rest his forehead against her's and he moaned softly at her warmth before he reclaimed her lips again.
So engrossed with Nova's sudden disposition, Kyle did not hear the door open.
Reaching out, Kyle put his hand on the wall behind Nova to steady himself and gasp for air.
'Wait...wait...I'm the boy,' he tried saying through their deep kiss. The situation was beyond comical and he started to chuckle as he pushed her back up against the wall and then reached down to pick her up. He straddled her legs around his hips as he held her up by getting a grip on the soft skin just below her ass.
Happy now with the repositioning, he pressed his hips and his now rigid hard on, into her crotch area. Kyle disengaged from their kiss again to rest his forehead against her's and he moaned softly at her warmth before he reclaimed her lips again.
So engrossed with Nova's sudden disposition, Kyle did not hear the door open.
Carol
18 years ago
Carol was happily swinging her arms forward, clapping and then swinging them back behind her. She was whistling as she walked down the hallway towards Kyle's room. Upon opening the door, her whistling stopped and her lips were shocked into an O position at what she saw.
Now, Carol's been around the block. Quite a few times. She prided herself in being quite the slut in college, but still maintained good grades. So it wasn't that she was surprised to see Kyle Evans kissing on someone, rather vigorously...in fact she was envious, he was a good looking male specimen. It was WHO he was kissing that blew her mind.
Carol blinked and watched Kyle Evans kiss the fuck out of Nova.
'NOW THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!'
Now, Carol's been around the block. Quite a few times. She prided herself in being quite the slut in college, but still maintained good grades. So it wasn't that she was surprised to see Kyle Evans kissing on someone, rather vigorously...in fact she was envious, he was a good looking male specimen. It was WHO he was kissing that blew her mind.
Carol blinked and watched Kyle Evans kiss the fuck out of Nova.
'NOW THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!'
Nova
18 years ago
Nova smirked a little when Kyle pulled away, taking the opportunity while he was distracted to bend down and suck hard on the skin at the base of his throat before returning to his mouth. He was trying to say something or other, something about waiting. She didn’t want to wait, she didn’t want to slow down or hold still or behave. She wanted her hands everywhere at once, wanted the sensation of their bodies pressed together, wanted skin and pressure and heat and sweat, and she thought it was a damn good thing Kyle was apparently a step ahead of her as she felt her back hit the wall.
She chuckled a little at his declaration of gender, wondering how they had ended up laughing in the middle of all of this, but her snickers turned to a grunt of surprise when he lifted her off the ground. Her foot dug into his calf while she struggled for purchase, it probably wasn’t that comfortable, but between her hard grip on his shoulder and a little talent with climbing (though it had never occurred to her to climb up a person), not to mention Kyle’s surprising strength, they managed to get aligned…quite nicely…
Never one to sit back and take such treatment for long, or at least not without the proper restraints in place, she grinned and moved her hips against Kyle’s, growling a little at the contact, and whispered low in his ear. She was going to say something along the lines of
‘drop me and I’ll hurt you’, but, still amused by the ‘I’m the boy’ remark, what came out instead was a huskily spoken:
“And how.”
Then they were kissing again, fiercely, Kyle seeming to match her push for shove, and she wondered in the back of her mind how she didn’t see this, the way he would just stay in her face and never back down, she wondered how she never noticed with all her supposed perception. She pushed just a little harder against his lips, until her bottom teeth were digging sharply into the soft flesh inside her lower lip, and her fingers curled tightly around Kyle’s shoulders.
Perception could be an interesting ability, particularly in Nova’s hands; it didn’t seem to offer up much in the way of answers when it came to the weird assed way people behaved, but she had for quite some time now been able to tell when something was off. She privately called it her personal BS meter, and it very suddenly went through the roof at the sound of the door clicking open.
She pulled away from Kyle with an unnecessarily loud, wet noise and glared at the intrusion, her brain rushing to put time and place and voices and people back together. Then her expression changed to a smile…well, a Cheshire cat sort of grin, in any case…and she gave Carol a rather shameless:
“Hey. What’s up?”
She made no effort to disentangle herself, they were caught, good and proper, and all the time she was wondering who would come out the victor in the latest match between Kyle and Nova, Carol had quite deftly come in and stolen the prize from the both of them.
She chuckled a little at his declaration of gender, wondering how they had ended up laughing in the middle of all of this, but her snickers turned to a grunt of surprise when he lifted her off the ground. Her foot dug into his calf while she struggled for purchase, it probably wasn’t that comfortable, but between her hard grip on his shoulder and a little talent with climbing (though it had never occurred to her to climb up a person), not to mention Kyle’s surprising strength, they managed to get aligned…quite nicely…
Never one to sit back and take such treatment for long, or at least not without the proper restraints in place, she grinned and moved her hips against Kyle’s, growling a little at the contact, and whispered low in his ear. She was going to say something along the lines of
‘drop me and I’ll hurt you’, but, still amused by the ‘I’m the boy’ remark, what came out instead was a huskily spoken:
“And how.”
Then they were kissing again, fiercely, Kyle seeming to match her push for shove, and she wondered in the back of her mind how she didn’t see this, the way he would just stay in her face and never back down, she wondered how she never noticed with all her supposed perception. She pushed just a little harder against his lips, until her bottom teeth were digging sharply into the soft flesh inside her lower lip, and her fingers curled tightly around Kyle’s shoulders.
Perception could be an interesting ability, particularly in Nova’s hands; it didn’t seem to offer up much in the way of answers when it came to the weird assed way people behaved, but she had for quite some time now been able to tell when something was off. She privately called it her personal BS meter, and it very suddenly went through the roof at the sound of the door clicking open.
She pulled away from Kyle with an unnecessarily loud, wet noise and glared at the intrusion, her brain rushing to put time and place and voices and people back together. Then her expression changed to a smile…well, a Cheshire cat sort of grin, in any case…and she gave Carol a rather shameless:
“Hey. What’s up?”
She made no effort to disentangle herself, they were caught, good and proper, and all the time she was wondering who would come out the victor in the latest match between Kyle and Nova, Carol had quite deftly come in and stolen the prize from the both of them.
Kyle Evans
18 years ago
Nova noticed the door before Kyle did, much to his displeasure, but up until that point, he was very much feeling this vampire chick.
Kyle gripped the skin on the back of her thighs a little harder as she matched his forward thrust with her own. He could barely keep from whimpering when she whispered into his ear. Not exactly recalling the last time a woman enjoyed kissing him with this much gusto, Kyle pressed his entire body against Nova, pinning her to the wall. Their tongues assaulted each other, pushing, caressing and flicking together with an occasional sucking of the other's bottom lip for good measure. He distinctly remembered feeling like his legs were going to buckle when the tip of his tongue grazed one of her fangs.
The realization that Nova was a vampire made the throbbing of his hard on just that much more obscene. He was jerked back to reality when Nova disengaged from their kiss and turned towards the door.
Kyle almost dropped Nova as he followed her gaze towards Carol. The wee petite blondes exclamation made him snort out loud and Nova's nonchalantness made him want to press his mouth against her neck and laugh like a mad man.
'Carol,' Kyle said. 'Good to see you?' Clear throat. 'Nova was just...' Close eyes and blush. 'Assaulting me...she used her mind control, I swear.' Insert bat eyelashes here.
Kyle gripped the skin on the back of her thighs a little harder as she matched his forward thrust with her own. He could barely keep from whimpering when she whispered into his ear. Not exactly recalling the last time a woman enjoyed kissing him with this much gusto, Kyle pressed his entire body against Nova, pinning her to the wall. Their tongues assaulted each other, pushing, caressing and flicking together with an occasional sucking of the other's bottom lip for good measure. He distinctly remembered feeling like his legs were going to buckle when the tip of his tongue grazed one of her fangs.
The realization that Nova was a vampire made the throbbing of his hard on just that much more obscene. He was jerked back to reality when Nova disengaged from their kiss and turned towards the door.
Kyle almost dropped Nova as he followed her gaze towards Carol. The wee petite blondes exclamation made him snort out loud and Nova's nonchalantness made him want to press his mouth against her neck and laugh like a mad man.
'Carol,' Kyle said. 'Good to see you?' Clear throat. 'Nova was just...' Close eyes and blush. 'Assaulting me...she used her mind control, I swear.' Insert bat eyelashes here.
Carol
18 years ago
Carol snorted at Nova.
'Uh...hi?'
Upon seeing and hearing Kyle's response, Carol grinned. 'That's quite the lethal boner you got there, Kyle.'
Propping herself onto the edge of the bed, Carol swing her feet back and forth gently.
'I thought I'd come by and see how you were getting along with the staff here, Kyle. Obviously you are doing quite well. Oh, was I interrupting?'
Carol shook her head and laughed. 'You know, I'm fucking telling EVERYONE about this. OH MY GOD, I can't WAIT to tell Jan.' She took great pleasure in the large snort she released while chuckling.
'Uh...hi?'
Upon seeing and hearing Kyle's response, Carol grinned. 'That's quite the lethal boner you got there, Kyle.'
Propping herself onto the edge of the bed, Carol swing her feet back and forth gently.
'I thought I'd come by and see how you were getting along with the staff here, Kyle. Obviously you are doing quite well. Oh, was I interrupting?'
Carol shook her head and laughed. 'You know, I'm fucking telling EVERYONE about this. OH MY GOD, I can't WAIT to tell Jan.' She took great pleasure in the large snort she released while chuckling.
Nova
18 years ago
Nova tightened her grip a little when she felt Kyle’s hold loosen, and decided it would probably be practical at this point to get her feet on the ground. That motion in and of itself involved some rather comfortable rubbing that she was somewhat reluctant to give up on. Still, while she wasn’t all that heavy and Kyle was a big guy, she wasn’t exactly little either and it might be something of a strain to support her weight.
In any case, her feet hit the floor, though she kept Evans close by. Sure, if she were in Carol’s shoes she would probably say something about the whole raging hard on business too, but her noble streak felt it would be nice to not step back.
Drawstring hospital pants being what they were, after all.
“Yeah, I have cool mind control powers and I use them to force men to pin me to walls.” She snorted at the likelihood of –that-. “Please. If I had mind control powers I’d…” She frowned for a moment as she realized that she had no idea what she would use mind control powers for. She didn’t really have much use for that sort of thing. Probably because there were so few people she had a use for in the first place. “…I’d do something –way- cooler than that…”
She considered a few flip remarks in response to Carol’s question, but her mention of Jan kind of took the snark out of her.
“God, who needs the press when we have Carol. Jan will probably throw a party or something.”
It would probably be a bit before she heard the end of it from her brother, and while she brushed off the comment easily enough, she was kind of worried. This had the potential to look –really- bad; it was just a kiss…well, a groping, grinding, full body contact sort of kiss, but still…Evans wasn’t exactly every vampire’s favorite guy.
In any case, her feet hit the floor, though she kept Evans close by. Sure, if she were in Carol’s shoes she would probably say something about the whole raging hard on business too, but her noble streak felt it would be nice to not step back.
Drawstring hospital pants being what they were, after all.
“Yeah, I have cool mind control powers and I use them to force men to pin me to walls.” She snorted at the likelihood of –that-. “Please. If I had mind control powers I’d…” She frowned for a moment as she realized that she had no idea what she would use mind control powers for. She didn’t really have much use for that sort of thing. Probably because there were so few people she had a use for in the first place. “…I’d do something –way- cooler than that…”
She considered a few flip remarks in response to Carol’s question, but her mention of Jan kind of took the snark out of her.
“God, who needs the press when we have Carol. Jan will probably throw a party or something.”
It would probably be a bit before she heard the end of it from her brother, and while she brushed off the comment easily enough, she was kind of worried. This had the potential to look –really- bad; it was just a kiss…well, a groping, grinding, full body contact sort of kiss, but still…Evans wasn’t exactly every vampire’s favorite guy.
Carol
18 years ago
'Please girl, what's cooler than being pressed up against the wall...and with that being said, HIGH FIVE ON THAT!' She covered her mouth and giggled. Crossing her legs she looked at Kyle and purred.
'Anyhoo, Kyle needs to make a phone call. His people are running around with their heads cut off thinking he somehow got the scoop of the century and was buried in the ruble. So he'll have to clear that up and say he was...I don't know, in a coma or something equally SO believable.'
Carol smiled prettily and clapped. 'Oh, so we're off to the Domicile now, right?' She hopped off the bed and poked around in Kyle's duffle bag. She pulled out a pair of khakis and held them out.
'Here. Oh wait,' she gave them a sly little smile. 'I'll just...leave them right here.' Carol laid the pants on the bed and patted them with a snort. 'Right then, y'all finish up your canoodling and I'll see you in the Domicile!'
Clapping Carol walked up to them and pinched both Kyle and Nova's cheeks. 'SO CUTE.' She pulled out her cell phone and started text messaging with her one hand. Opening the door, Carol walked out, leaving them with her final thought.
'TELLING EVERYONE!'
((ooc - big mouth is out =) ))
'Anyhoo, Kyle needs to make a phone call. His people are running around with their heads cut off thinking he somehow got the scoop of the century and was buried in the ruble. So he'll have to clear that up and say he was...I don't know, in a coma or something equally SO believable.'
Carol smiled prettily and clapped. 'Oh, so we're off to the Domicile now, right?' She hopped off the bed and poked around in Kyle's duffle bag. She pulled out a pair of khakis and held them out.
'Here. Oh wait,' she gave them a sly little smile. 'I'll just...leave them right here.' Carol laid the pants on the bed and patted them with a snort. 'Right then, y'all finish up your canoodling and I'll see you in the Domicile!'
Clapping Carol walked up to them and pinched both Kyle and Nova's cheeks. 'SO CUTE.' She pulled out her cell phone and started text messaging with her one hand. Opening the door, Carol walked out, leaving them with her final thought.
'TELLING EVERYONE!'
((ooc - big mouth is out =) ))
Kyle Evans
18 years ago
Kyle released Nova gently as she slid back down him. He looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes. It took everything to repress the glorious shudder it caused. Damn her, he thought to himself. He looked at the pants Carol was handing out and he gave her a look. Seriously, she was enjoying this whole situation way too much.
Kyle looked back at Nova after Carol had exited, stage right. He gave her a smug smile. 'I told you, you like me. You really like me.' Placing his hands over Nova's shoulders on the wall, he couldn't help but smile at her.
'So, was it good for you?' He braced himself for her knee.
Kyle looked back at Nova after Carol had exited, stage right. He gave her a smug smile. 'I told you, you like me. You really like me.' Placing his hands over Nova's shoulders on the wall, he couldn't help but smile at her.
'So, was it good for you?' He braced himself for her knee.
Nova
18 years ago
Nova leaned her head back against the wall, playing a merry litany of ‘lalala, this isn’t happening’ before Carol took her leave. Once she and Evans were alone she pulled away a little more and made an effort to come back to her senses.
Kyle, on the other hand, seemed quite content to keep acting like a total goof, and she smiled a little before she could stop herself. She did, however, manage to clamp down on the impulse to give a rather dopey ‘yeah’ to his accusations of liking him, instead rolling her eyes.
She leaned forward a little, brushing against him, and whispered in a low voice at his question.
“…you’d better get dressed.”
She didn’t say it unkindly, but there was a firmness there that hopefully made it clear that they weren’t talking about this now. With that, she fully extracted herself from her position against the wall and slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her and leaning against it.
What the hell had she gotten into?
/ooc Nova out
Kyle, on the other hand, seemed quite content to keep acting like a total goof, and she smiled a little before she could stop herself. She did, however, manage to clamp down on the impulse to give a rather dopey ‘yeah’ to his accusations of liking him, instead rolling her eyes.
She leaned forward a little, brushing against him, and whispered in a low voice at his question.
“…you’d better get dressed.”
She didn’t say it unkindly, but there was a firmness there that hopefully made it clear that they weren’t talking about this now. With that, she fully extracted herself from her position against the wall and slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her and leaning against it.
What the hell had she gotten into?
/ooc Nova out