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Who: Samson and Delilah
What: A scheduled meeting and (oh god woman don't cut meh hair!)
When: Monday night
Where: Restaurant Daniel and then who knows....all depends on the little temptress.
Note: Reposted as a favour



It was only the third time Samson would see Delilah since this new life. There was the temptation there as much as it ever was, which had made him sit and pray about what he was getting himself into. Times had changed and matured since then, Samson was not the prideful man he had been in the days of Judges, but he had a weakness for beautiful women. Delilah was an exotic beauty and while he couldn't see her with the same clarity, she was still the vision from memory. One that would always haunt him.

He sat there waiting at the table scratching his chin in thought. He owed her nothing, though some could argue she owed him everything. He would not fault her for her bad decisions. He only faulted his own heart for still beating wildly for her, for even contemplating what she could be to him. If anything at all.

She could be his ruin all over again. His god may not be so forgiving if he tripped on the same mistake a second time.

[ooc: going with the notion that they had lunch or whatever the week or so ago though we didn't log it. Hope that's cool.]



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[info]darkdelilah
2010-12-13 06:02 pm (local) (link) Track This
In her own opinion, she owed Samson nothing. She had spoken to her own goddess, and the thought of disappointing her was great enough to squash whatever feelings of guilt she may have.

Yet when he called she still went to him, and didn't charge him. She had no idea what he wanted with her, but he was familiar. It gave her no answer why she came to him, save that she did.

The restaurant was familiar, she'd been here before, and she found him easily enough. She handed her coat to the waiter before sitting down. "You're costing me quite a bit of money." Maybe if she kept pointing out what she was, he'd stop calling for her. She wasn't ever going to be the woman he wanted her to be.

"And you're fortunate I have no appointments, or I wouldn't come."

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[info]blind_leader
2010-12-13 06:20 pm (local) (link) Track This
Samson laughed lightly at her approaching comment, having felt her the moment she walked into the door.

"You keep saying that, but you still show up." She didn't have to come, but something kept telling him she would. Out of what? Intrigue, desire, formalities? He didn't know the answer to the question, he only knew those were all reasons for his own persistence. If she cared nothing at all, the coffee shop would have been the only new memory he'd have to hang onto.

The necklace she'd had sent to him (though the gift came with nothing more than the package, he had figured it out by it's mere make) was hanging around his neck. Perhaps that had been his first mistake this time.

This time it wasn't she that had a trap ready. This was his own snare, only for her company if she'd let herself in. They'd never know what could have been.

"Wine?" he asked tapping the empty glass.

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[info]darkdelilah
2010-12-13 06:42 pm (local) (link) Track This
She nodded and ordered her own, not commenting on the fact that she had come. Or the fact that part of her was pleased he was wearing her gift. It was so confusing, whatever there was between them. There was desire, he was still attractive and she remembered their nights well, but she would never give up what she believed in, and she knew he would not like sharing her with others. She doubted there could be anything but friendship.

And perhaps it was good. She had few friends, and Christians would always believe her evil.

"You look well." she realized he couldn't see what she wore and thus never dressed up. But she wouldn't avoid such subjects. She was too blunt.

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[info]blind_leader
2010-12-13 06:58 pm (local) (link) Track This
She wasn't the only one confused, there was a lot to think about, to wonder about and yet here they still sat. Theirs was a story shrouded in mystery, mystery that still had yet to unfold.

Samson had not come to expect anything of her, just a dinner. He wasn't sure what he was expecting of himself there was just something strangely pulling now that he knew she was here. It wasn't the first time he'd thought about her, it most clearly wouldn't be the last.

"Thank you," he addressed, running a hand against his buttoned up shirt, a few undone. "So do you," though that comment could be made more for just expression as he clearly could only see the blur of her person.

When the waiter came he placed the menu's down on the table in front of each, Samson keeping his closed laid his hand across it. He turned to face the waiter asking the specials as he wasn't going to be reading through the whole menu.

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[info]darkdelilah
2010-12-13 07:03 pm (local) (link) Track This
She laughed and shook her head, "I doubt you know what I look like right now." Smiling she ordered cheerfully, like this was just another client, before setting her menu down. She had her favorites here, as she did in many other up scale restaurants. She'd gotten quite used to fine dining.

"So how are you?" Delilah couldn't think of anything to truly talk about. There was nothing she really had in common with him and she refused to pretend to be interested. She knew what he liked, and how he worked. She doubted that was different now.

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[info]blind_leader
2010-12-14 12:58 pm (local) (link) Track This
"I probably don't but humor me," he said pouring his own glass of wine once the waiter passed on by. "Been here before have you?" he asked with another soft chuckle. He should have known as such.

This awkwardness of casual conversation while a starting point, made him wonder if they'd ever talked in between her seductions before. They had, but times were different now.

"I'm decent," he admitted truthfully. "Helping out a friend until she knows if she wants to go home or not." He wasn't so sure now where this left him. If Hebe left or stayed in San Francisco. They both had jobs there, commitments even though things had turned around in a few weeks.

He took a swallow of the wine.

"And you Delilah, since your so busy. How are you?" There was some amusement in his voice, perhaps a bit of sarcasm. He'd yet to sleep with her, a mental note he'd given himself, though he couldn't help that his thoughts deviated from time to time towards the idea.

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[info]darkdelilah
2010-12-14 01:23 pm (local) (link) Track This
With a smile she picked up her glass. "Beige shirt, jeans. Hair's down." She would indulge, and perhaps give him a little prick of desire. "Yes, several times. I tend to float around most up scale places. Men like showing their wealth for some reason, I don't mind. It means I eat well."

"A friend, huh? Samson have a little romance?" Smirking she took a sip from the wine before settling in her seat. Perhaps she could get him to tell her to go away. "and what of yourself? Plan to go home?" She shrugged, "well. Busy like I said but that's a good thing. I took a bit of a plunge when this recession hit, but in my line of work someone always needs comfort. The season gives me more clients too. Everyone wants company now. Makes them feel loved."

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[info]blind_leader
2010-12-14 01:36 pm (local) (link) Track This
"And here I suspected a little more, my eyes are playing tricks on me." Half smile. If she was fishing for compliments, he wasn't about to give them just yet. "It's a nice place," he motioned with another drink of wine.

"Oh no, Hebe's got her own immortal boyfriend," he laughed. "Just a friend." Not many people went after the blind guy even if he was attractive. There was something of a turn off when he couldn't see what he was looking at. Preferably a good handicap as wining and dining lead elsewhere and Samson was more a man of his teachings now. At least he tried to be. "Ah," he spoke on the matter, finding a slight uncomfortable vibe that she would still throw herself around even at her own hand to men that lusted for her. "And you Delilah, no man to call your own? Still not a fan of love?"

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[info]darkdelilah
2010-12-14 01:40 pm (local) (link) Track This
She gave a sarcastic smile to that, "Why bother dressing my best for a man who cannot appreciate my efforts? Besides, I'm not working now so there is no need." She nodded then, "it is."

"Of course not. Love is a lie. I've heard too many people claiming they love me, while they have a wife and often children at home? No, I do not like being owned by anyone. I am my own woman. Besides, not a lot of men would find the idea of having a whore for a wife appealing." She gave him a smile, even if he couldn't see it. "And I would never give up what I do."

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[info]blind_leader
2010-12-14 01:49 pm (local) (link) Track This
"Who says he can't appreciate them?" he spoke, though a little more serious. With a heavy sigh Samson sat back in his chair, fingers drumming against the tabletop.

"Is love just a trap to you? A way for another to own you as you say?" Even if he'd gotten his heart ripped out from under him by her, there was still some strange beating inside that was for her. "Love is a feeling Delilah, it is not a trap." Yet, it had been just that for him.

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[info]darkdelilah
2010-12-14 02:05 pm (local) (link) Track This
She saw that as a challenge and with a smile leaned forward, "you can't see me Samson, and what I might wear under them is for anyone to guess. Perhaps it's nothing at all." She nodded then, "well of course."

When her lunch came she focused on that and sighed, "says the man who let his dick think for him, and look where it got him. And you can't say you loved me, I played you. And you believed me too, even when I was asking for your secret. Never can figure out why you told me."

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[info]blind_leader
2010-12-14 05:13 pm (local) (link) Track This
His plate was also placed in front of him, fingers sliding across the table to find his fork. He took another heavy breath when she spoke. That wasn't something he liked hearing her say, as if his feelings had been meaningless.

"You give me little credit, Delilah. As if you would rather deny I felt a thing for you instead of believing it." His voice was stern now, maybe a slight tinge of anger, "You played me, but I never once played you."

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[info]darkdelilah
2010-12-14 05:30 pm (local) (link) Track This
If she got him angry enough, perhaps he'd leave. There'd be less temptation for her, and less complications for the both of them. "I never said that you didn't feel something, I'm just saying it wasn't just your heart. You barely knew me, how can you claim to even love me?"

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[info]blind_leader
2010-12-14 06:26 pm (local) (link) Track This
"You don't know what was my heart. You never took the chance to find out." He turned his head to the side, suddenly not feeling as hungry. When the waiter returned to ask if he wanted more wine he waved the man away.

"You don't know how to believe in love to ask me that question." He wanted to leave but by god something kept him there in that seat.

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[info]darkdelilah
2010-12-14 06:33 pm (local) (link) Track This
"I never cared to find out." It would have been too dangerous to let her heart get into the matter. She would have never gone through with it and it would have cost her neck.

"Because you're my proof. You let love guide you and you ended up blind and dead. You were a fool, and I'll have none of it." She wouldn't be the first to leave, and with a sweet smile she accepted a refill.

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[info]blind_leader
2010-12-14 11:21 pm (local) (link) Track This
It had been too dangerous for her, but not for him because he was the one that was made a fool of. Their story would not have been the powerful one of deception as it had become.

"I let the wrong love guide me," he admitted. "Had I kept my heart with my god and not in the arms of a woman then perhaps I am the fool you speak of. I learned a lesson just the same, so I don't find what happened a waste, if that is what you think Delilah." He was growing agitated with this, but he would stand his ground on the matter. It was likely the two of them would not see each other again once he left New York, and perhaps that was for the best.

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[info]darkdelilah
2010-12-14 11:41 pm (local) (link) Track This
"I never said it was a waste, just that mores the pity to you for believing in love in the first place. And your people keep thinking us women are evil." She rose then. Best that they never meet again. She'd want things she couldn't have near him, and she was independent. She told the waiter to put her lunch on her name and then looked to Samson.

"This was a mistake, like I told you the first time." She turned then, ready to walk out.

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[info]blind_leader
2010-12-14 11:46 pm (local) (link) Track This
He realized real quick that he did not want things to end on such a note, be it whatever it was he still felt. It seemed as if he was being pulled in so many directions.

"Delilah," he said softly, reaching out a hand. "Don't leave like this. You mistake me for everyone else. I am not the they you speak of. I've never considered you evil, stop insisting otherwise." He may be irritated, but he was not going to dangle judgment over her head. It wasn't his place.

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[info]darkdelilah
2010-12-15 12:12 am (local) (link) Track This
She looked to the hand but neither took it nor sat back down. She didn't leave yet either. "We'll keep having this argument Samson." She sighed, "we are what we are. We're not going to agree."

After a few moments she sat back down, "I do not want to risk my heart, and I am never going to be what you want me to be. I would never give up what I think is sacred. Could you live with knowing other men paid me for sex Samson?"

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[info]blind_leader
2010-12-15 08:18 pm (local) (link) Track This
It was an argument that was doomed to fail on false ears every time. He stayed silent, hearing the chair move as she sat down again.

"You have nothing to lose in this time," that was the truth. Delilah would always be just that forbidden fruit dangled in front of him but never really his. Could he live with that. Adultery was something he held no favor in, and at the same time had committed such acts himself. He was still just a walking contradiction.

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[info]darkdelilah
2010-12-15 08:38 pm (local) (link) Track This
She gave an unconvinced, and unladylike, snort and shook her head. "I have everything to lose, don't assume Samson. And you haven't answered my question." She leaned closer to him, fingers ghosting over his arm. "Lust is easy, and I could make you crave me like a desert bound man craves water, but at the end of the day I am what I am."

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[info]blind_leader
2010-12-16 12:37 am (local) (link) Track This
He wasn't about to answer that question, she already knew the answer. At that the ruffled Nizirite placed the napkin over his food that he was no longer hungry for and poured another glass of wine.

Sometimes when he wanted to see, no amount of focusing could make that image clear. She was tempting him already, he should walk away while he could.

"You give man little credit," his tongue was sharp. Perhaps he always would see her as more, which would be his step back. He wasn't asking god to help him out of it, which told him he was falling back into old habits a little too easily.

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[info]darkdelilah
2010-12-16 12:53 am (local) (link) Track This
"Oh Samson," her voice turned smoother, lower, the perfect pitch for seduction. Her fingers glided over his arm, knowing how to tantalize even those without sight. Sometimes it made it all the more fun.

"Don't make me prove you wrong. I know how you work, what you like. What you crave and desire." Her other hand set on his knee, her fingers teasing.

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[info]blind_leader
2010-12-16 01:03 am (local) (link) Track This
His eyes closed trying to block it out. The way she made the hair on the back of his arm stand up. She was afflicting him in all the wrong ways, but he'd set himself up for it.

"What are you trying to prove, Delilah?" he said in a hushed whisper of a breath. "If you've nothing to lose why bother with an old blind man you used to know?"

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[info]darkdelilah
2010-12-16 01:09 am (local) (link) Track This
She knew she was affecting him and drew back. Let him suffer knowing he could have her and that he wanted her. She'd made her point.

"You challenged me my dear. I was making a point that in the end, I still hold the strings to you."

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[info]blind_leader
2010-12-16 01:19 am (local) (link) Track This
"I'm not your puppet," he said through thin lips, a deep breath and open eyes. "You have nothing to run from now, so as you said. There is no point." At that it was Samson that stood up this time, fishing around his pocket for his wallet to pay for the meal.

In his irritation it fell from his jacket pocket.

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[info]darkdelilah
2010-12-16 01:40 am (local) (link) Track This
With a smile she picked his dinner, taking his I.D. and hiding it in her bra. Just because he'd irritated her. She set it on the table and rose herself. "Maybe, maybe not. I still got your I.D. and if you want it," her voice became a purr and she leaned close, "you'll have to find where it is."

With a smile she turned and walked away then.

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[info]blind_leader
2010-12-16 02:12 am (local) (link) Track This
With a huff Samson patted the table, seeing the shape of the leather bound wallet in front of him. He threw some money on the table after feeling each specifically creased bill carefully to know which one to put down.

Putting the wallet back in his pocket he stood behind her now after she'd walked out of the restaurant and stood there on the sidewalk.

"This isn't a game Delliah," he spoke putting a hand on her shoulder. Not anymore.

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[info]darkdelilah
2010-12-16 02:29 am (local) (link) Track This
"Funny," she shrugged his hand off her shoulder as she hailed for a taxi. She may be of a darker skin, but she was pretty and it did the work for her. "I think it is. You want it, get it out of wherever I've hidden it."

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[info]blind_leader
2010-12-16 09:02 am (local) (link) Track This
"Delilah," Samson said in a whisper finding that his defenses were breaking down. He slipped into the taxi with her, wanting to just let this night end before it had a chance to begin. "Don't do this," because she could tempt him.

That blurry vision searched her face for some sense of understanding, and he had none. Why play cat and mouse now?

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[info]darkdelilah
2010-12-16 02:34 pm (local) (link) Track This
She didn't answer him and just gave the driver her address. "No one is forcing you to follow me like a blind puppy Samson." The joke made her smile, and once she was at her home she made her way to her apartment.

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[info]blind_leader
2010-12-16 09:57 pm (local) (link) Track This
Everything about her offer strung him along the wrong path again. He found no pleasure in her teasing, he'd lost that mood long before their meal had been over.

And yet, he still followed her there. A man's ID was an important piece of information, be it a pseudonym or his real name. "I'm not playing this game, Delilah, hand it over?" he asked once they stepped inside her room, his hand reaching out to make sure he did not walk into something unknown.

There was something soft that he found himself up against, and he knew by the smell of her perfume.

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[info]darkdelilah
2010-12-16 10:02 pm (local) (link) Track This
She smiled as his hand fell on her and crossed her arms, "oh, close but no go there Samson. And I keep saying you want it you'll have to take it from me. Or you can leave and get a new one. It's not that hard you know." She was being stubborn about this and she knew it but she wanted to make it very clear that she still owned him.

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[info]blind_leader
2010-12-16 10:10 pm (local) (link) Track This
He could wring her neck and snap it with a mere feather of a touch if he wanted to. He only sighed in frustration, shaking his head. "Why must you play such a game?" he asked in a whisper. He'd always give her something more and she'd bait him around on a string--and he was willing to let her for some ungodly reason.

"You've made your point, now I think you only wish for something else." There was a splash of arrogance there, and he willed it back.

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[info]darkdelilah
2010-12-16 10:25 pm (local) (link) Track This
She knew he wouldn't though. He was too nice to hurt her. She grinned and moved to her couch, sitting down. "Because I'll win Samson." She laughed then, "oh darling you're no better then any other man who walks through my door. At best you only got me half way there." She smiled innocently, "so don't count your luck. you're not that good."

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[info]blind_leader
2010-12-17 11:03 pm (local) (link) Track This
That overwhelming sensation to just let her in. One night. He'd be back in San Francisco, this would be their last night seeing each other if he could at all help it for his well-being. He'd opened the door, not her, he only had but himself to blame for what happened tonight.

"I'm not every other man that comes to your bed, Delilah. I would appreciate it if you didn't categorize me as one of your playmates." He seated himself on the couch next to her, slumping ever so slightly. If he could see her, honestly see her he would have caved faster than this.

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[info]darkdelilah
2010-12-17 11:19 pm (local) (link) Track This
She smiled, knowing how his ego worked. Despite what he claimed she knew his buttons better then anyone. Smiling she relaxed on her couch, "I can and will Samson. I've had many a playmate as you so call it and you really don't strike my memorable moments." With a smile she removed her shoes. This was her home and she would not let him make her feel uncomfortable in it. "No one's forcing you to stay. The door's right there."

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[info]blind_leader
2010-12-19 09:01 pm (local) (link) Track This
"I don't doubt that," he said exasperated. "I can't leave until you return to me what belongs to me." He motioned his hand for the ID. Walking around New York without so much as credit cards and cash but not description could land him in more trouble. Then again, at this point trouble was sneaking her way right next to him.

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[info]darkdelilah
2010-12-19 09:08 pm (local) (link) Track This
She smiled and rose, "and I keep telling you, you want it come take it. Or you can leave. Not that hard getting a new one you know." She was a woman of trouble, liked causing a bit of chaos now and again. And he'd upset her so she was taking it out on him.

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[info]blind_leader
2010-12-20 06:47 pm (local) (link) Track This
"But I want this one," he said sliding a little closer, that worried look on his face. "Please," he asked softly, knowing the last time she had been the one asking him questions that he denied her. He would refuse to think he was the only one to cave. She was pulling him in for her own ransom now.

He was letting her.

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[info]darkdelilah
2010-12-20 07:14 pm (local) (link) Track This
She smiled at him, sliding her fingers along his arms and up to his cheeks. She let her lips ghost over his, teasing him with what lay just beyond his reach. "Not in the least bit curious where I've kept it Samson?"

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[info]blind_leader
2010-12-21 11:46 am (local) (link) Track This
His eyes fluttered closed feeling that brush along his skin, it was dizzying. "I'm sure you've kept it somewhere I shouldn't be allowed to go." His eyes still remained closed, there were too many memories bouncing up at this moment, clouding any restraint he had.

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[info]darkdelilah
2010-12-21 11:21 pm (local) (link) Track This
She chuckled lightly, drawing back just enough to continue her game. "But you are allowed, it's only you who keeps back." she smirked then, "or are you going to let me defeat you all over again?"

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[info]blind_leader
2010-12-22 10:52 pm (local) (link) Track This
She was throwing words, all sorts of sinful thoughts in his head. Just as she drew back he'd had enough. She shouldn't be given the right to mock him, not after the things she'd done to him. He wasn't the kind of guy to play games with, he was honest and she was conflicting with his beliefs.

His hands grabbed her face, pulling her in for that kiss that she only teased him for.

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[info]darkdelilah
2010-12-22 11:04 pm (local) (link) Track This
She grinned as he pulled her in for the kiss and she eagerly returned it. She still knew how to play him and this was just proof of it. Her arms slid around his neck as she inched closer to him.

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[info]blind_leader
2010-12-23 01:45 am (local) (link) Track This
The longer he let his lips slide over hers, the deeper he fell into that kiss, the further his mind went from what he'd followed her for. What had he followed her for? Surly it wasn't just his ID or her would have taken a separate taxi.

His hands would stay away from touching, though that too was becoming harder to keep away.

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[info]darkdelilah
2010-12-23 03:04 am (local) (link) Track This
She knew how to lure him in, had always known, and part of it all was the familiarity of it all. While she didn't do relationships, what they'd had was close enough to it that she kept trying to find it. For all her talk she had missed him, and needed him.

She slid on his lap and settled her hands on his arms, setting his hands on her waist.