She looked up at him and smiled. "I'm just out of practice. And you aren't trying to pretend anymore. Give me some time, I'll beat you again." There was an odd note to her voice, that said maybe she didn't want to beat him. She snuggled in close as he petted her and a soft smile came to her lips. Her breathing slowed and she relaxed. She was content here with him, snuggled in happily.
"I love you." And she did. Everything about her was focused on her love for him. "I'd like to play again once I can catch my breath. Maybe I will beat you then." She turned her head a bit and winked one eye. "Or maybe we could find a pinball machine..." Had the two of them taken pictures of their exploits on various pieces of gaming equipment, it would have made a lot of money in a certain fetish community. "Whatever would make you happy my love would indeed make me very very happy."
Opening Night (Open)
((OOC: The grand opening of Terminus has been big news in Nachton for weeks. The complex is huge and puts a new spin on night clubs and gaming establishments. The owners have spared no expense in advertisement and entertainment. Come join us. Enjoy the show! ))
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Opening night had finally arrived. They were doing their best to make it an event to remember. They had a big pre-show that began around mid day for the crowd that had begun to form before the doors opened. Around dusk several live bands began to play for the much larger audience as the sun set and the doors opened.
Then Evan began his magic show. Normally he was not fond of big stage acts. He preferred more up close and personal illusions but you just couldn't beat big and flashy for keeping the attention of the crowd.
He appeared on stage in a puff of smoke. That was the mandatory magician's entrance wasn't it? He was dressed all in white: jeans, boots, shirt and trench coat. The coat and shirt had a thin line bright blue PVC piping to add a futuristic flair. Evan had his hair loose and with a few white owl feathers braided into one side. A white band of face paint ran in a horizontal strip across his nose and eyes.
His performance began with taking one of the white feathers from his hair and transforming it into a small owl that flew from his grasp. Evan then produced a little replica contraption of an early flying machine. It rose from his hands and out over the stage before disappearing. Next a full scale version of of an old Vega prop plane was rolled onto the stage. He made it vanish and reappear with a woman dressed in an early aviation outfit at the helm.
Further illusions included more modern planes leading to space shuttles and eventually to a futuristic space craft.
Evan disappeared in a beam of light to be replaced by Kiyoshi.
Miya
12 years ago
Scott Kinney
12 years ago
Scott chuckled at her explanation. Her "out of practice" was usually leagues better than his 'best attempt', so he considered himself lucky. Damn. He should have set a friendly wager with her, if he had an idea he was going to win.
He gently stroked her hair as she relaxed. His other hand caressed her shoulder... then up to her neck, his fingertips feeling the pulse of the blood rushing through her veins.
Scott cleared his throat, moving his hand back to her shoulder. "I am sure you'll beat me now that you are warmed up," he laughed.
"I love you too," he responded, suddenly serious. She had to know that he always meant it, no matter how playful they were being.
Then she mentioned a pinball machine - and his face would blush deep red if it could. "Miya..." he whispered with a shy smile, as he looked around, as if those nearby could read their minds. "I do not think the good gentleman who spoke to us earlier would appreciate us using his pinball tables for... that," he whispered, licking his lips.
"But... maybe we'll just have to have one installed in our new house," he compromised for her, wondering if that would pique her interest.
He felt himself stirring in places he probably shouldn't at the moment, at her mention of deeds - or misdeeds - from times past. He patted her shoulder gently.
"Come, love... best 5 out of 9?"
He gently stroked her hair as she relaxed. His other hand caressed her shoulder... then up to her neck, his fingertips feeling the pulse of the blood rushing through her veins.
Scott cleared his throat, moving his hand back to her shoulder. "I am sure you'll beat me now that you are warmed up," he laughed.
"I love you too," he responded, suddenly serious. She had to know that he always meant it, no matter how playful they were being.
Then she mentioned a pinball machine - and his face would blush deep red if it could. "Miya..." he whispered with a shy smile, as he looked around, as if those nearby could read their minds. "I do not think the good gentleman who spoke to us earlier would appreciate us using his pinball tables for... that," he whispered, licking his lips.
"But... maybe we'll just have to have one installed in our new house," he compromised for her, wondering if that would pique her interest.
He felt himself stirring in places he probably shouldn't at the moment, at her mention of deeds - or misdeeds - from times past. He patted her shoulder gently.
"Come, love... best 5 out of 9?"
Miya
12 years ago
She smiled up at him. She was catching her breath and she tucked herself closer to him although it made her feel a little strange, as if she was doing something wrong by not immediately hopping up and heading back. Her voice held a slight note of disturbance, "Can we rest a little bit more, love? I promise to behave myself." She snuggled in further, a soft gentle smile on her lips as she thought about the pinball table.
"I hope so." She then broke her promise almost immediately of being good. "We should test them all though. To be sure they are of high quality. After all, we can be a little rugged and ruthless in our attempts to uhmm... Play." She giggled in that soft mischievous way that she had. By now she was feeling a lot better, and she started to sit up. She must have drank more alcohol than she should have, because she felt very dizzy for a long moment. "No I'm ok. Just dizzy love."
"I hope so." She then broke her promise almost immediately of being good. "We should test them all though. To be sure they are of high quality. After all, we can be a little rugged and ruthless in our attempts to uhmm... Play." She giggled in that soft mischievous way that she had. By now she was feeling a lot better, and she started to sit up. She must have drank more alcohol than she should have, because she felt very dizzy for a long moment. "No I'm ok. Just dizzy love."
Scott Kinney
12 years ago
Scott's brow furrowed for a moment, his concern for his partner still evident on his features.
"Of course, love. We can relax as much or as long as you want. That's why we're here, right? To relax and enjoy ourselves?"
He smiled, trying to help her relax. She seemed... tense for some reason, and he wasn't sure why, and he wasn't sure right now was the time or place to bring it up for deeper discussion.
"Or, maybe you're just stalling so I won't whoop you again at your own game," he challenges playfully, trying to keep the mood light and fun.
At her continued comments about pinball tables, he looked shy and embarrassed, still looking around as if someone would over hear. He whispered back to her, just loud enough to be heard.
"You're *trying* to make me blush, aren't you?" he smiled widely. "I *will* get you back, you know that," he said.
He watched her closely as she sat up, but he did not immediately rise. Instead, he slowly scooted closer to her, leaning in to kiss her lips very tenderly.
"We can stay as long as you want - or leave when you want. Please remember that."
"Of course, love. We can relax as much or as long as you want. That's why we're here, right? To relax and enjoy ourselves?"
He smiled, trying to help her relax. She seemed... tense for some reason, and he wasn't sure why, and he wasn't sure right now was the time or place to bring it up for deeper discussion.
"Or, maybe you're just stalling so I won't whoop you again at your own game," he challenges playfully, trying to keep the mood light and fun.
At her continued comments about pinball tables, he looked shy and embarrassed, still looking around as if someone would over hear. He whispered back to her, just loud enough to be heard.
"You're *trying* to make me blush, aren't you?" he smiled widely. "I *will* get you back, you know that," he said.
He watched her closely as she sat up, but he did not immediately rise. Instead, he slowly scooted closer to her, leaning in to kiss her lips very tenderly.
"We can stay as long as you want - or leave when you want. Please remember that."
Miya
12 years ago
She grinned back at him and then nodded. "That is my plan anyways!" She leaned in and kissed him again, long and slow. "Would you mind if we ...just wandered around a little bit? I don't think I should really drink alcohol if it does this to me." She'd always had a low tolerance and she always forgot exactly what it would do to her. She twined her fingers in his, the touch of him sending a delicious shiver through her, her nipples hardening against the cloth of her clothing, quite evident to his practiced eye.
"Or maybe we should head on home so you can.... punish ... me?" Again another of her bratty little grins, testing him a little bit.
"Or maybe we should head on home so you can.... punish ... me?" Again another of her bratty little grins, testing him a little bit.
Scott Kinney
12 years ago
Scott laughed - a deep laugh full of mirth. "Oh you are being quite the little vixen tonight, aren't you?" he asked playfully.
"Ok... let's walk around a bit," he said in response, rising slowly, his eyes glued to her body for a moment. He knew she was testing him - trying to see how quickly his resolve would fade, until he'd drag her home to their bed.
"Maybe we'll see some other fun things that interest you.... that don't involve pinball machines," he smiled mischievously.
He helped her to her feet, and led her away at a leisurely pace. His hand collected hers, fingers intertwined and squeezed gently. She had to know he was here for her now - and always would be. He'd look out for her and care for her, and do everything in his power to give her what she wanted.
Scott watched Miya closely as they walked, not just to take in her beauty, but her mentioning alcohol had him a bit worried. Still, he didn't let it show. He smiled and held her close, and took in the fresh scents of this fabulous new place, eyes watching those around them curiously.
"Ok... let's walk around a bit," he said in response, rising slowly, his eyes glued to her body for a moment. He knew she was testing him - trying to see how quickly his resolve would fade, until he'd drag her home to their bed.
"Maybe we'll see some other fun things that interest you.... that don't involve pinball machines," he smiled mischievously.
He helped her to her feet, and led her away at a leisurely pace. His hand collected hers, fingers intertwined and squeezed gently. She had to know he was here for her now - and always would be. He'd look out for her and care for her, and do everything in his power to give her what she wanted.
Scott watched Miya closely as they walked, not just to take in her beauty, but her mentioning alcohol had him a bit worried. Still, he didn't let it show. He smiled and held her close, and took in the fresh scents of this fabulous new place, eyes watching those around them curiously.
Miya
12 years ago
Her hand twined in his, they wandered about. Realizing she was hungry she drew him towards one of the restaurants. They were seated quickly and she didn't even open the menu. She just looked expectantly at him as one of the servers came over to ask their drinks and starter. She loved him ordering for her, there was something so right about it. Something that should never have been lost from the past. Once he had done so, and the waiter had left, she lifted his hand to her mouth and licked the dent between his fingers. She was pushing him, a mischievous look in her eyes. Would they manage to actually make it through dinner before he gave in? She hoped so. And she knew that he could tease her worse than she could him. Actually the thought made her squirm some more.
"I can't imagine a night more perfect than tonight. Everything about it was so wonderful. I don't think anything bad could happen with you beside me." One hand drifted up to touch the very faint bruising left on the side of her neck, her nails brushing where he had bit her, the memory f the incredible sensations just flowing through her body. She was glad now that he had sat next to her instead of across, he was there for her to lean against as she remembered.
"I can't imagine a night more perfect than tonight. Everything about it was so wonderful. I don't think anything bad could happen with you beside me." One hand drifted up to touch the very faint bruising left on the side of her neck, her nails brushing where he had bit her, the memory f the incredible sensations just flowing through her body. She was glad now that he had sat next to her instead of across, he was there for her to lean against as she remembered.
Evan Talkingwater
12 years ago
Evan, Guillaume and Kiyo out to do other things.
For the purposes of the thread they are still there working but as none of them are needed then they are out for the purposes of thread count.
For the purposes of the thread they are still there working but as none of them are needed then they are out for the purposes of thread count.
Miya
12 years ago
Miya and Scott had a fantastic dinner. He knew her love of mozzarella sticks, and she knew how much he liked watching her eat. He had always seemed to take pleasure in the things that made her feel pleasure. Even if it was a bit of fried mozzarella dipped in marinara sauce. Miya laughed as he reached out, wiping the drop of marinara sauce from the corner of her lips, and bringing the dot of sauce on his thumb to her lips. She looked up at him through her long lashes and with a quick dart of her tongue, licked it away.
Dinner was always like this with the two of them. Every moment was an erotic adventure. She often wondered how it was possible to be this happy with someone else. Most articles she had read referred to it as a honeymoon period. Miya couldn't imagine this ending, and it hadn't the entire time the two had been together. Only when she had been stupid and run off. She was such a silly girl.
She stretched luxuriously and giggled when Scott had reached a finger into the whipped cream of the desert, painted her lips with the sweet confection, and then kissed her deeply, passionately and with great intensity. She mewed at how wonderful it felt. The touch of their lips was like electricity.
However the night was growing late, and the crowd was thinning. Her arm tucked into his, her body tucked tight against his body, protecting what was his. And there was no doubt seeing the two together that she was his. She was devoted, with a resolve seldom seen in the modern day.
Soon enough they were back in Scott's car, the tie looped around her wrists, not binding them above her head this time. He seemed to know that the slightly longer ride would make her arms ache a little too much for it not to be fun.
As they were pulling back onto the interstate, she spoke softly, "Scott can we go see the new house? Please?"
And so it was said, and so it was done.
ooc: Scott and Miya out, with permission from Scott to write us out. His work is crazy :-/
Dinner was always like this with the two of them. Every moment was an erotic adventure. She often wondered how it was possible to be this happy with someone else. Most articles she had read referred to it as a honeymoon period. Miya couldn't imagine this ending, and it hadn't the entire time the two had been together. Only when she had been stupid and run off. She was such a silly girl.
She stretched luxuriously and giggled when Scott had reached a finger into the whipped cream of the desert, painted her lips with the sweet confection, and then kissed her deeply, passionately and with great intensity. She mewed at how wonderful it felt. The touch of their lips was like electricity.
However the night was growing late, and the crowd was thinning. Her arm tucked into his, her body tucked tight against his body, protecting what was his. And there was no doubt seeing the two together that she was his. She was devoted, with a resolve seldom seen in the modern day.
Soon enough they were back in Scott's car, the tie looped around her wrists, not binding them above her head this time. He seemed to know that the slightly longer ride would make her arms ache a little too much for it not to be fun.
As they were pulling back onto the interstate, she spoke softly, "Scott can we go see the new house? Please?"
And so it was said, and so it was done.
ooc: Scott and Miya out, with permission from Scott to write us out. His work is crazy :-/