05-30-2008, 01:30 AM
For the space of several minutes, she just sat back and watched from her dark corner, wresting with herself over whether she should go to him, or not. There was business still left unfinished, and the urge to complete it was overwhelming. Her cornflower eyes followed the ebony haired Saiyan as he migrated from game to game, his attention focused on beating each one’s challenge, and succeeding. She smiled as he showed the difficulty in trying to beat one of them; from her position, she couldn’t see the game’s title, but knowing this place, it had to be a fighting game.
The rest of the back area was quiet, leaving only her and the object of her attention. She imagined how she would approach him, from being overly obvious, to just downright sneaky. Which would appeal to him more? Maybe a mixture of both? Her hands tingled with the texture of his skin, and rubbing them on the rough surface of her jeans, she tried to quell the irresistible pull.
Her feet moved on their own accord, her body following in step as she crept from the shadowy booth and into the back room of the arcade. Hands flexing at her sides, she padded softly through the rows of bleeping and buzzing games, her eyes transfixed on the distracted Bardock. A cool sweat broke out across her brow as she grew nearer, her heart hammering like a thousand drums within her chest.
Finally, it was the moment of truth: she could do this. She would. His back was turned to her, his attention completely immersed in whatever game he was playing now. It didn’t matter to her which, the only thing that mattered at this moment was him, and showing him that she wanted him: not because of some stupid championship or because of jealousy over the raging fans that practically threw themselves at him, but because…because at that moment, Epiphany let down its scarlet gown, revealing what Fate had so painstakingly pieced together for her. Denying herself was one thing: but not a single mortal on this planet could deny destiny.
Her fingers touched lightly at his hips, startling the engrossed Saiyan. Whirling around on her, Bardock’s cold eyes met hers, bewilderment shining within their onyx depths. She broke the contact between them, her eyes locked onto his. She didn’t say a word, as it would most likely deter her from her mission; she simply leaned her softness against him, melding herself against the unyielding hardness of his chest. Her hands snaked around his neck, and pulled him down so their faces were a mere breath away from each other.
“This,” she whispered, “this is what I want from you.” And with that, her mouth found purchase on the rough planes of his lips, the kiss almost painful in its urgency. Her entire body quivered in excitement as his arms encircled the soft curve of her hips, fingers digging into the flesh of her buttocks as he pressed her body closer to his. She fed from his kiss as he massaged the plush flesh, arms tightening around his neck as he returned her embrace.
All too soon, however, she broke away, her cheeks flaming, breath heavy and erratic. Her body slowly unmolded from his begrudgingly, the warmth of their skin stolen away by the cool air of the air-conditioned room. Time seemed to slow to a snail’s pace as her hands lingered at the empty space between his armor and torso, feeling the muscles of his abdomen move beneath her trembling fingers. “From this point onwards, you’re all that matters to me.” She promised. “I’ve taken what I wanted, and it would only be fair if I offered the same, in turn.”
“Ahem.” The pair’s heads turned in unison at the intruding noise, eyes lowering to see the bug-like creature that had greeted them upon their arrival intruding upon a rather private moment.
“What the hell do you want?” Bardock’s voice came out rough, but he managed to thrust as much intimidating force into it as he could muster. Right now just wasn’t the time to be dealing with the enterprising owner or Dante’s Bar.
“You’ve been accepted, you and your friend here. I just wanted to come give you the message personally. You’re free to head to the Barracks any time you wish.” The bugman’s multiple legs tapped nervously on the stone floor, a nervous glint reflecting from his compound eyes.
The news brought a wry smirk from the Saiyan, but before he could reply, Violet spoke, “Thanks. Now, could you ever so kindly shove off the other way? We were in the middle of discussing some rather…pertinent matters.”
The bugman scowled at the grape haired woman, seeing her as just an insignificant female who’s only goal was to get as close to their champ as possible. The bad thing, was that there was nothing he could do about it. The champ could handle himself, but he was just a man, after all, one the one language that they all shared was that of the flesh, and damn it if she wasn’t exercising her fluency in it.
“As you wish, Ma’am,” he replied. The black-faced arachnid disappeared back in the direction he had come, leaving two rather unsettled fighters basking in the awkward aftermath.
Chuckling, Violet stepped back, afraid that if she remained as close as she was to him, things would get out of hand, and that was something she didn’t want. Not yet, anyways; she respected him enough to let him digest what had already transpired, so his mind would be clear later when the time came for them to enter the battlefield. When that time came, no distractions would be welcomed.
“I’m headed to the barracks,” she informed him. “We both need some downtime.” Turning to leave, she paused, and threw behind her, “I know this changes something, Bar, and I’m sorry for that. If you don’t want me to stay after this game, I’ll understand.”
And with a slightly more defined sway to her hips, the perplexed woman left the bar.
OOC: BARRACKS!!! WOOT. Um, Bar, heh, I told you you'd probably kill me over this post, but you know, it was really fun to write. I may have jumpstarted shit a little, but that'll be all the emo shit from me for a few posts. :3 I left you back at the bar in case you had other plans in mind with anyone else.
The rest of the back area was quiet, leaving only her and the object of her attention. She imagined how she would approach him, from being overly obvious, to just downright sneaky. Which would appeal to him more? Maybe a mixture of both? Her hands tingled with the texture of his skin, and rubbing them on the rough surface of her jeans, she tried to quell the irresistible pull.
Her feet moved on their own accord, her body following in step as she crept from the shadowy booth and into the back room of the arcade. Hands flexing at her sides, she padded softly through the rows of bleeping and buzzing games, her eyes transfixed on the distracted Bardock. A cool sweat broke out across her brow as she grew nearer, her heart hammering like a thousand drums within her chest.
Finally, it was the moment of truth: she could do this. She would. His back was turned to her, his attention completely immersed in whatever game he was playing now. It didn’t matter to her which, the only thing that mattered at this moment was him, and showing him that she wanted him: not because of some stupid championship or because of jealousy over the raging fans that practically threw themselves at him, but because…because at that moment, Epiphany let down its scarlet gown, revealing what Fate had so painstakingly pieced together for her. Denying herself was one thing: but not a single mortal on this planet could deny destiny.
Her fingers touched lightly at his hips, startling the engrossed Saiyan. Whirling around on her, Bardock’s cold eyes met hers, bewilderment shining within their onyx depths. She broke the contact between them, her eyes locked onto his. She didn’t say a word, as it would most likely deter her from her mission; she simply leaned her softness against him, melding herself against the unyielding hardness of his chest. Her hands snaked around his neck, and pulled him down so their faces were a mere breath away from each other.
“This,” she whispered, “this is what I want from you.” And with that, her mouth found purchase on the rough planes of his lips, the kiss almost painful in its urgency. Her entire body quivered in excitement as his arms encircled the soft curve of her hips, fingers digging into the flesh of her buttocks as he pressed her body closer to his. She fed from his kiss as he massaged the plush flesh, arms tightening around his neck as he returned her embrace.
All too soon, however, she broke away, her cheeks flaming, breath heavy and erratic. Her body slowly unmolded from his begrudgingly, the warmth of their skin stolen away by the cool air of the air-conditioned room. Time seemed to slow to a snail’s pace as her hands lingered at the empty space between his armor and torso, feeling the muscles of his abdomen move beneath her trembling fingers. “From this point onwards, you’re all that matters to me.” She promised. “I’ve taken what I wanted, and it would only be fair if I offered the same, in turn.”
“Ahem.” The pair’s heads turned in unison at the intruding noise, eyes lowering to see the bug-like creature that had greeted them upon their arrival intruding upon a rather private moment.
“What the hell do you want?” Bardock’s voice came out rough, but he managed to thrust as much intimidating force into it as he could muster. Right now just wasn’t the time to be dealing with the enterprising owner or Dante’s Bar.
“You’ve been accepted, you and your friend here. I just wanted to come give you the message personally. You’re free to head to the Barracks any time you wish.” The bugman’s multiple legs tapped nervously on the stone floor, a nervous glint reflecting from his compound eyes.
The news brought a wry smirk from the Saiyan, but before he could reply, Violet spoke, “Thanks. Now, could you ever so kindly shove off the other way? We were in the middle of discussing some rather…pertinent matters.”
The bugman scowled at the grape haired woman, seeing her as just an insignificant female who’s only goal was to get as close to their champ as possible. The bad thing, was that there was nothing he could do about it. The champ could handle himself, but he was just a man, after all, one the one language that they all shared was that of the flesh, and damn it if she wasn’t exercising her fluency in it.
“As you wish, Ma’am,” he replied. The black-faced arachnid disappeared back in the direction he had come, leaving two rather unsettled fighters basking in the awkward aftermath.
Chuckling, Violet stepped back, afraid that if she remained as close as she was to him, things would get out of hand, and that was something she didn’t want. Not yet, anyways; she respected him enough to let him digest what had already transpired, so his mind would be clear later when the time came for them to enter the battlefield. When that time came, no distractions would be welcomed.
“I’m headed to the barracks,” she informed him. “We both need some downtime.” Turning to leave, she paused, and threw behind her, “I know this changes something, Bar, and I’m sorry for that. If you don’t want me to stay after this game, I’ll understand.”
And with a slightly more defined sway to her hips, the perplexed woman left the bar.
OOC: BARRACKS!!! WOOT. Um, Bar, heh, I told you you'd probably kill me over this post, but you know, it was really fun to write. I may have jumpstarted shit a little, but that'll be all the emo shit from me for a few posts. :3 I left you back at the bar in case you had other plans in mind with anyone else.
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