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Tweak says, "I LOVE THE JUSTIN."

Kostya (kstya) wrote in darkestdays,
@ 2009-11-04 21:26:00

WHO: Kostya and Natalya
WHEN: Wednesday Evening
WHERE: Sunrise Village then Retail district
WHAT: Shopping?
RATING: TBD

He really was just going to show up. Show up whenever his schedule suited him and if Natalya was there and ready to go shopping then so be it. If she wasn't, there was absolutely no skin off his back. And for once he didn't mean that in the literal sense as he did most of the time. His sister did need some things that he'd promised he'd pick up for her days ago but while he didn't cringe at buying tampons, purchasing other female sorts of things were a bit more complicated for him. Insert escort duty with a proper female who would purchase something other than the Hanes Her Way extra granny panties and hope for the best.

Leaving Andrea at home and telling the old bitch who owned the Deli that he'd be back when he damn well pleased, Kostya set off toward Sunrise Village. His bike moved smoothly through traffic, or rather Kostya moved it smoothly through traffic in several illegal maneuvers that pissed off nearly every driver in his general vicinity. That was the beauty of a bike though, crotch rockets could fit through spaces not intended for cars. So sue him for taking advantage of that. He didn't think twice about whether this would be a problem for his shopping excursion or not. She could ride behind him or find her own transportation there. Maybe he was an asshole, mostly though he just couldn't be bothered to care. At least he found Natalya to be generally acceptable company which couldn't be said about most people. Though she wasn't at Bianca status, which was probably good for Natalya not everyone loved body parts as gifts in quite the way the Italian did.

Killing the engine to his bike, Kostya left it on the curb as he made his way into the complex. His typical leather jacket covered the only sort of apparel he seemed to own a white t-shirt (Fall meant he had to pack away the wife beaters) and jeans. Yellow helmet tucked under his arm he worked his way through the halls to the door. One knock and his hand was turning the knob. She had said it would be open.

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nnn
2009-11-05 07:14 am UTC (link)

The door had been open, the nearly six hours ago that he'd said he was going to show up to take her out. Nina didn't wait for anyone, especially not some pretty idiot that she kept around for his rippling muscles (and not much else). After she'd gotten ready, which in fact took her nearly an hour after he said he'd be there, she waited for about twenty minutes (actually rather generous of her, considering) before locking the door and throwing an absolute tantrum. She almost went to go see her brother to rant before she realized he was at work and decided she didn't feel that angry. Not to wander down to the Tunnel at least, she'd just make it up to herself other ways.

Like the small bag of beautiful white powder she had had stashed in one of her shoes; and so with a curse to stupid pretty idiot Russian boys she did lines and drank red wine, because Natalya partied by herself in style with Louboutin and Cavalli and dance music and cocaine and red wine. So by the time Kostya did come to her door she wasn't nearly as angry as she had been that afternoon.

As the door rattled in his attempt to open it she nearly bounced over her sofa, red wine glass in hand, hair ruffled and music still blaring as she looked through the peephole and nearly threw open the door and grabbed the front of his shirt tugging him hard into the apartment. "You." Natalya nearly spit the word as she slapped him and then with a smirk, hand still fisted on his shirt pulled him to her lips, hard.

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kstya
2009-11-07 08:30 am UTC (link)

So it had taken him a while. He had shit to do. Some people worked for a living. Okay so it wasn't like Kostya worked at the deli for the money, rather for the fun of it. Ambitious and money grubbing he was not. Caring and timely he was not either. Had she thought he'd be right over? Probably. Did he think about that fact? Not a chance in blackest hell. He wasn't going to get any good friend awards anytime soon, but he wasn't looking for them either.

So rolling up hours later he was halfway expecting a female tantrum and maybe actually looking forward to it. Always entertaining to watch them get all hissy pissy over nothing. And Natalya didn't disappoint, for multiple other reasons though. First it was the very fact that he could tell she had spent her time oh so productively. Drugs were not something that Kostya dabbled in. Rather he thought they were rather disgusting habits for weak minded people. Nevermind the fact that he did enjoy a lot of vodka all too often. Hypocrite. Whatever. Second, it was the forceful reception he received. Oh yes, he did enjoy that. Tug of his shirt and a resounding crack against his cheek. He was smirking when things went south.

Woah there. Lips pressed hard to his and his smirk died. Maybe he had a few issues when it came to lip locking as in he didn't do it. If a bitch wanted to put her lips on his cock... by all means, but his lips were a whole other story. His mother had been a fan of pretty woman... and the no kissing rule had apparently rubbed off on her son. Kostya's hand shot up and curled tightly around her jaw as he pulled his head back slowly. "Little girls should ask permission first before shoving their tongues down people's throats." He replied not letting go of her jaw, rather rubbing the pad of his thumb along her jaw bone.

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nnn
2009-11-07 09:04 am UTC (link)

When there weren't arms wrapped around her or even lips returning the heady press she should have stopped; when there was a hand around her jaw pushing her away- she probably should have been mildly scared or at least looking apologetic. Instead, she was grinning--smirking really--ear to ear and raising her nose (as much as she could in his grasp) in the air. "Don't be an asshole. You were late. You should be happy it was only my tongue down your throat." Pulling her lips in a pursed fashion, as if blowing him a kiss, only to follow it by winking; Natalya let her body hold submissive to his grasp, waiting for his decision on what to do with her. Because Nina apparently had no sense of self-preservation, as her brother always complained to her about.

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kstya
2009-11-07 09:21 am UTC (link)

"But I am an asshole." Came his easy response and something of a smile moved across his own lips. Irregardless of the fact that he held her jaw in a hold that wasn't in most cultures seen as friendly or even less than hostile. His lips held that look her response just right to move him from that line that inevitably ended up in violence.

Angling his head to the side, Kostya took a long lingering glance down the length of her body. "What else you going to shove in my mouth kitten? Holding out on me?" He asked before finally releasing his hold on her jaw only to let it slide behind her neck, just under her hair. On any other person that might have been romantic but he clearly didn't know the meaning of the word. He just didn't want to miss an opportunity to pull her hair. He'd bet she'd like it.

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nnn
2009-11-08 04:55 am UTC (link)

With a quiet snort, Nina's eyes rolled and her lips thinned though it was all in good nature. "As I've noticed." Really, her mouth would eventually get her in trouble but Natalya's level of self worth and self denial in her status in the world made her believe whole-heartedly she never needed to worry about it. Blame her father, blame her brother, it didn't matter who was responsible, in the end Natalya would have to face her delusions. But woe was the man or woman that made her, because they would eventually face the face of her family and they would not make it out unscathed.

Still, Natalya didn't worry about Kostya being that person regardless. She was an Underboss' daughter and much too hot for all that. The way his eyes looked her over only confirmed her thoughts. Although, his comment made her bend her body towards him, eyes turning cold, cruel, and amused. Slowly she bent a leg, lifting and rubbing her thigh over his before her knee was most precariously resting against the meeting between them. Giving a little jerk, not enough to hurt but to make him very aware of where she was resting Natalya raised her chin and smirked harsh. "What like my knee in your dick darling?" She wouldn't and after a moment let her leg drop back down still looking at him with an even stare, as if daring him to do or say something else.

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