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Post by lacey rose watson on Nov 14, 2008 22:35:21 GMT -5
 
Lacey rose Watson
Okay, so maybe it was a little over twenty minuets but whatever, Riley could deal with it. Lacey was rarely on time anyways she always found some way to be late, whether it was changing her clothes for the thousandth time or redoing her hair or redoing her make up. This time though, she’d had to speed up her routine just a little, and it’s not like it would really matter she’d just be taking her clothes off anyways. Lacey ran a hand through her hair messing it up so it sat in all the prefect positions just like she always did, it takes talent to make it do that every time you mess up your hair.
Slipping her phone in the back pocket of her tight gray skinny jeans, she carefully slipped on her ugg boots before heading out the door to the guy’s dorms. It was kind of chilly out so she made sure to grab a sweater before she left. No need to get sick now, she hated being sick it made her feel icky and lazy since she couldn’t do anything without getting a headache or something like that. The walk to Riley’s dorm wasn’t long and she knew it so well she could probably walk to with her eye’s closed.
Soon enough she had arrived, late like always. Before giving a knock on the door, she pulled a tube of cherry flavored lip gloss from her pocket and swiped a quick coating across her lips. Tonight was going to be interesting, she could already tell. Giving three solid knocks on the door, she stepped back a couple of steps and pulled her phone from her pocket checking her messages while she waited for riley to ‘magically’ appear at the door, or just open it. Even though she always kept people waiting, she hated to be kept waiting.
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Post by riley chance jennings on Nov 14, 2008 23:25:45 GMT -5
RILEY CHANCE JENNINGS
[Riley] sent Lacey his last text, or at least the last one he would reply to for right now. He shut his phone and set it on the side of his bed, leaning down before he lay completely on his bed. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed deeply. Today was definitely going to be interesting. Hopefully there wouldn’t be much talking between them today, it would ruin the mood. It didn’t help that Ri was already in an impatient mood. Another sigh filtered past his lips before he inhaled deeply, his throat suddenly tightening with the longing for a cigarette. He reached into his back pocket and retrieved his pack, flicking open the paper top. He had nearly a pack left but there wasn’t enough time to go off campus, smoke, and then come back before Lacey got here. He growled under his breath before shutting the top to his pack and pushing it back in his pocket.
[Muscled] arms pushed up his spinal so he was he was once again sitting on the edge of his bed. He needed something to do for the next twenty minutes or so, something to calm him down. He looked around, his dorm was empty right now and would be for the rest of the night. Adam was staying with Noah and the other two had gone somewhere for the weekend, perfect. He shifted his gaze throughout the room before it landed on the bathroom door, ah, a shower. A smile tediously crept across his lips as he stood up, walking over toward the bathroom. He opened the door, slipping inside before shutting it behind him. He stripped down without bothering to lock the door, who was really going to come in anyway?
[The] water ran soothingly down his back and over his chest, dampening his hair and flesh. He ran his hands through his soaked hair before reaching for his own person shampoo. He squeezed a drop into his hands, rubbed them together, and then ran them through his hair until bubbly foam covered his head. Rinsing out his hair he repeated this with the conditioner, letting it sit for a minute or two before washing it out. Once he’d finished that he grabbed his axe body wash and, like his shampoo and condition, squeezed some into his hands. He rubbed down his entire body before washing himself off under the warm water that was slowly getting colder. He turned off the water then, stepping out of the shower and drying his body with a fresh towel under the cabinet.
[Once] he was dry he looked into the steamed mirror, wiping it off with his hand. He nodded to the image approvingly before grabbing the hair-dryer to the left of the sink. This was the annoying thing about having longer hair, he had to maintain it. He began to dry it and after about ten minutes his hair was finished. He’d never had to bother with straighteners as his hair was naturally straight. He wrapped the towel he’d used around his body and then opened the bathroom door, the cool air of his dorm room hitting him like a bullet. He moved over toward his dresser and opened the top drawer, grabbing a pair of boxers.
[Riley] dropped the towel around his waist to the floor and slipped on the dark bed and black stripped underwear. As soon as they were on there was a knock at the door. Ugh, Lacey. The thought immediately struck his mind and just to be an ass he, instead of going straight to the door sat on his bed and grabbed his phone, opening it,. He checked the time and then the time of her last sent message. She was 12 minutes late. Knowing how much she hated to wait he sat there for just another few seconds before walking to the dorm room door and opening it. “You’re late.” Crude baritones hissed as he stood with the door partially open, only in his boxers.
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Post by lacey rose watson on Nov 15, 2008 22:29:38 GMT -5
Lacey rose Watson
A sigh escaped her mouth as she waited impatiently out side the door of room 2100. She knew he was in there, she could hear sounds of some one moving her guess was that he was probably doing it on purpose just to make her wait and she was about ready to kill him for doing it. As soon as she heard the door of the room open and the familiar voice of Riley, and oh how pleasant his remark was, as if she didn’t already know. She rolled her eyes not even acknowledging that he was there. After a couple more seconds, she flipped her long hair over her shoulder and slid her cell phone shut before sliding it into her back pocket. Big whoop. Ten minuets late. Riley of all people should know, she did work with him on projects before he should know by now that she was never on time. You actually expected me to be on time?
After a couple more seconds she realized that he was only in his boxers, that she was defiantly not expecting as she was fully clothed. She gave him a once over as she stepped closer so she was standing directly in front of him so they were almost touching, but not quite. Lacey tilted her head back to look him in the eye. And you kept me waiting, so I think we’re even. She growled as she brushed passed him and pushed the door open wider so that she was finally inside the dorm. She wasn’t about to wait any longer, and she knew all the guys that lived in that dorm so it wasn’t like she was invading someone’s personal space. Well not that much anyways. While she ran a hand through her hair once more she said. well what are you waiting for?
OOC: that was really baddd sorrrry <3
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Post by riley chance jennings on Nov 15, 2008 23:09:23 GMT -5
RILEY CHANCE JENNINGS
Mimicking her actions when Lacey rolled her eyes Riley did the same thing, his currently blue oculus finally focusing back on her with a rugged stare. Her vocals ran through his audits as she flicked her hair over her shoulder and he growled beneath his breath. He hated that behavior of hers. Her, I’m one of the elite’s so I’m too damn good for you, point of view, it made him sick. He knew she was popular, and he also knew that many males thought she was the prettiest thing to walk the face of this planet. To him though, she was just another toy, another booty call, another plaything. She was another female he hated that he just so happened to have relations with, but he would admit, she was damn good in bed.
Plus, everyone always knew that angry sex was the best sex out there. True, fuck me like you hate me status, or in Riley’s case at this moment, fuck me because you hate me. “Twelve.” He corrected, a handsome yet sarcastic sneer wrapping itself across his facials. “I gave you an extra ten minutes.” Hoarse baritones snapped, watching her take a step forward to where they were nearly touching. Her next set of words caused a dry, crudely amused laughter to escape his mouth, ivory dentiels flashing briefly. “Oh god, you waited at the door for what, 30 seconds?” Equally rude lryii remarked in response, his eyes flashing with malicious amusement.
As she brushed past him he shut the door, locking it with both the chain and deadbolt. He turned then to look at her, eyeing her choice of clothing, rolling his eyes once more. “You bitch at me because I didn’t jump on you the second you walk through the door and yet your wearing tight ass skinny jeans and boots.” He paused, shaking his head in a near aggravated manner. “That will really make me go faster.” He walked forward toward her then until he was directly in front of her, his chest touching her own. One hand wrapped itself around her waist, the other lying on her collarbone. Roughly, yet supporting her with the arm around her waist, he pushed her against the wall that she stood next to, his body smashing into hers. The hand that rested on her collarbone gently trailed upward until it rested on the side of her neck, his thumb caressing the side of her cheek. He leaned forward, his mouth now by her ear. “Besides, you now I like to take my time.” His voice hissed in a near lethal manner and yet a seductive tone layered them.
[OOC:] It was good. :] No worries darling.
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Post by lacey rose watson on Nov 16, 2008 19:45:33 GMT -5
Lacey rose Watson
After she heard him walk through the door and lock it, she turned around to face him when he spoke. As if he was criticizing her clothing choice he was the one who had only given her 20 minuets to get ready. What you would have preferred if I had just come over in sweats and a old tee? Lacey shot back sarcastically, of course she would never do that. She was too worried about her social status. The only time she didn’t really care about her appearance was when she goes jogging. She was going to get sweaty anyways so it’s not like it really matters.
She didn’t even realize what was happening as soon as he stepped closer so they were touch and one of his arms was around her slender waist. Soon enough she found herself pinned against the wall with riley on top of her. As Lacey reached her hands up, they brushed against his sides before wrapping around his neck. When he whispered in her ear, a chill rolled down her spin from the tone of his voice and she couldn’t hold back a smile when she rolled her eyes again. She knew he wanted this just as much as she did right now, and she wasn’t willing to wait that much longer.
Lacey kept one hand behind his neck and pressed very lightly with her finger tips as she drew little circles at the base of his neck. With the other she reached up and placed it on his cheek. See that’s where you and I are completely different. She whispered into his ear with a smug smile on her lips the whole time. Turning her head she looked him straight in the eye, their lips close to touching. Taking her hand, she gently brushed the black hair out of his eyes before she touched her lips to his but only for a split second.
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