blindspot (nophotos) wrote in monstermatch, @ 2016-03-12 03:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, june park, levi osgar |
WHO: Levi [blindspot] & June [gr8legs]
WHERE: Piazza Suite at the Venetian
WHAT: A spontaneous hookup.
WHEN: Saturday evening of March 12, 2016, a while after this exchange.
WARNING: There is going to be feeding and rough sex.
STATUS: In progress via Gdoc.
Levi hadn’t expected he would catch a bite so soon. He barely joined the site and he already had a hookup lined up for the evening — a cecaelia, no less. He had never tasted a cecaelia before, which was a rare occurrence for him. After all, he had about tried everything he could.
Considering how long he’d lived, Levi could only hope the world would continue to surprise him. He sought after change and new experiences because existence would otherwise become far too dull and he’d never want to turn into one of his many peers whom lost their zeal for life.
He might as well be dead if that ever became the case.
Booking a room at the Venetian didn’t take much effort. He could afford it and he needed to use his money sometime. The location didn’t matter to him. It never did. So he chose a random suite. As long as the sheets were comfortable, what else mattered?
Twirling his white cane in his hand, Levi allowed the concierge to lead him from the elevator to his room. A pair of sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose as he half-listened to the woman explain the Piazza Suite to him. She sounded sweet and sincere, but she gushed far too much. Her perfume was also a little too thick for his liking.
Once they’d reached the room, Levi waited for her to open the door before he stepped inside. He spun around, blocking her from following him in any further. “I’ll be fine, love,” he cut her off mid-sentence with a reassuring smile, his British accent a soft lilt, “If I need anything, I’ll call.”
The door slammed shut in her face seconds later.
Stepping into the elevator, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and sent a quick text to Flynn, letting the other woman know of her location and what she was doing. She also set an alarm to message the other woman in the morning so that she didn’t come over and start setting people on fire trying to find her. Well, that was if she was actually even still there in the morning. It was a nice hotel room and it would be a terrible waste if they didn’t keep it for the night.
After the longest elevator ride, she finally reached the designated floor. Each step toward the door made her heart beat a little faster with anticipation. They hadn’t even really talked and she had no idea what his name was...not that he bothered to ask for hers either. She wondered if she should introduce herself. She did like the sound of her name being spoken by her lover, but she didn’t know if he even talked. He could just be a grunter.
Her face scrunched as she got to the door and gave it a little knock to let him know she was there.
While he’d waited for her, Levi had accustomed himself to the layout of the Piazza Suite, so, when the time came, he could forego his white cane. He slid it into the front pocket of his coat, which he later draped onto the back of a chair. Wearing a black shirt and black jeans, Levi pushed his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose as he headed for the door. He counted the steps in his head until he finally reached out, turned the handle, and flashed a smile at the woman on the other side.
He could hear her heartbeat. Nervous or wary? A bit of both, perhaps? “Hello, love,” he greeted her, his British accent light and cool, “You’re looking lovely tonight. You must be ‘gr8legs’.” He extended his hand out to her. “I’m ‘blindspot’, but you may call me Levi.” When he felt her hands in his, he gave it a quick, firm shake before the corner of his lips quirked up and he pulled her straight into a kiss. He closed the door behind them as he started to work on undoing what felt like a jacket.
Straight down to business, as usual. He was never one to dawdle. As he tugged her gently back towards the general direction of the bedroom, Levi broke the kiss long enough to remove both his shades and his shirt to toss them onto the same chair he’d left his own jacket on. His eyes were closed. Opening them took too much effort, so he normally kept them shut when he didn’t need them (which was most days).
But just as soon as he’d rid himself of his t-shirt, his hands found themselves back on the mermaid’s waist. She was wearing cotton. His fingers traced the outline of her body. A cotton dress. How lovely. It wasn’t going to be on her for much longer though.
That smile should’ve tipped her off, but she’d expected maybe a little small talk first? Most encounters like this had at least a discussion of limits. She’d slip those later, she guessed. For now, she was more distracted at where his hands were going. The jacket was something she’d planned on removing, but he’d gotten to it first. She felt it slide off and heard it fall on the floor as he continued to lead her toward the bed.
The kiss broken, she watched as he removed his glasses and started on his shirt. It was just the moment she needed to catch her breath and also enjoy the view. At least, he wasn’t giving her a reason to regret her decision.
Feeling his hands back on her body, she slid her fingers along the waistline of his pants before easily undoing his belt and fastenings. “A few things,” she said sliding her hand down over what felt like boxers briefs. “No piss, shit, vomit, or permanent scarring.” It wasn’t a pretty way to say it, but she was rubbing his cock, and she found most guys didn’t seem to care what you said when you were stroking them.