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Vincent ([info]king_of_gods) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-08-18 16:33:00

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Entry tags:hera, zeus

Who: Vince & Honey
What: After hearing about his father, some deep soul searching in the pitch blackness of his room, meditating at the bottom of a bottle of bicardi, Vince has decided that he's going to announce his plans to his wife. His plans to run for... wait for it... City counsel.
Where: Fancy shmancy restaurant.
When: Afternoon because Honey is uppity and believes in 'brunch.'
Warnings: Bad words. Fade-to-black doin' it high school style in the car.



Just because he was a well-trained expert at pretending he was all right didn't mean he was, nor did it mean that his act to those closer to him than other acquaintances were entirely convinced of his 'all rightness.' Gardened within the blue ambrosia of his overwhelmingly telling eyes was a static, swelling passion for answers, revenge, justice, anything that could fill the open chasm that had been left behind in the cataclysmic blast of the knowledge of his fathers murder. Anytime he touched a lamp or was near any electrical appliance the shit would short, shut off, or malfunction. Making his irritation for the world at large and its non-compliance with his wishes even more profound. Was it shit on Vince week? It must fuckin' be.

It was best to bring the wife out for 'brunch' to let her know what he'd decided on last night in his boxers as he stared out the window and to the giggling little stars that stared back at him. The waves crashed and tumbled like glitter bombs underneath the smirking moon and it came to him ... if he ran for office, which was not far fetched considering his alliances, his experience, his resume, his education, his money, his connection... not only would he hold a well-deserved position of power in this neck of the woods, he could also begin digging. Digging deeply into the plot that they had exhumed just a few days ago, ask around, manipulate, find hints, clues, slanty-eyed, side-long glances, anything suspicious that could point him into the right direction of where, why, or how his father was singled out for murder.

It was going to be a busy, long, strenuous next few months. When Vince decided to do something, he did not stop until it was done.

And so, back to the point, the fancy shmancy place he was bringing his hardly blushing bride was by the sea and served meals that were so fucking expensive they should've come with a television or at least a new kitten. Unfortunately, no such luck. Brunch only came with food and wine. They sat across from each other surveying the menus, awaiting the arrival of their decided red wine, and Vince sighed. You know, the I have something to announce sigh. She'd know it well.

"So peaches," Fruit pet-names were always a good sign. "I decided I'm going to run for counsel."


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[info]queen_of_gods
2010-08-19 02:09 am UTC (link)
Honey didn't enjoy fancy shmancy places as much as she enjoyed dressing up for said, fancy schmancy places. There was just something so very crisp about dressing up to go to a combination thing. Which is one reasons she enjoyed brunch. She also enjoyed brunch because...where else could you get waffles, prime rib, hollandaise sauce, quiche, shrimp, oysters, pastries...well, the list goes on? and things had been sort of stressful lately. Honey Skye happened to be an emotional eater. A fact that was not lost on her as her hands slimmed up the tight wasp like waist on her waspy type dress after she'd set down her menu...waiting for whatever other news Xander was going to lay on her.

The news of his fathers murder had been hard on her too. She loved his father...his parents. But, she hadn't been able to talk about it with him because he seemed so unable to open up to her and fancy type restaurants wasn't where someone came to unleash their inner turmoil.

On the way over she had thought he would pull over in a park and perhaps she would have preferred that but he hadn't and when they drove back it she fingered her pearl necklace and wished for a cigarette. Now she wanted one again! Why couldn't one smoke in public places anymore? She felt like such a villain.

"Alright." Honey Skye told him, almost as non-chalantly as he'd told her. She wasn't surprised. He'd be great in government and of course she supported him no matter what he wanted to do. She wasn't just his wife...she was his friend-despite how much she sometimes wished she wasn't. "What can I do to help?"

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-08-19 02:23 am UTC (link)
"You can do plenty." He began, as he eased back into his chair and tore her attention away from her menu by slapping it flat with his palm. The center of it collapsed onto the table, and he watched her barely surprised look trickle upward into his eye line. Baited of course by the abruptness of his gesture. "You can continue to be supportive, sweet, and beautiful. You can continue to look at me the way you do when you think I'm not looking, because I see it, and I know what it means. It means you love me, and I love you. And I might not say it or express it all the time, because I'm like a really... frozen turkey like... uhh.. " His brows came together for a moment, blues bouncing down to the word 'hummus' on the menu and then back up. "Before Christmas or Thanksgiving, like the night before. When the turkey is really icy and you have to leave it out like, all night to thaw. Then the next day it's pretty icy too, but it's a lot more malleable, and ready to be stuffed and uhh, prepared..."

He paused, mouth agape, what the fuck was he even trying to say? He retreated his hand and left it at that for now, letting the confusion sink in and attending to a sudden itch on the bridge of his nose. Admitting all that felt nice. It also made him feel itchy.

"What are you going to have?"

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[info]queen_of_gods
2010-08-19 02:56 am UTC (link)
The Turkey speech (as it would go down in history) touched her but it also made her feel sorry for him. She hated when he got so awkward suddenly and that was, perhaps, why it seldom happened. Her eyes, the same color as her name sake stared down his royal blues and she stated in the most matter of fact way she could. "That goes without saying Pumpernickel. I am the best wife you could have married. I will take care of all that and more. I am not a whore....your money was nice but I considered all the other possibilities too. I've never been for sale you know."

"I am going for the buffet." She said, her hand retreating, deposited back in her lap. Where was that wine? Honey glanced over her shoulder after the waiter, wondering why it was taking so long to uncork a bottle and get it on out here.

She smiled then and said, "and you may not want to tell the voting public you're a frozen turkey. Besides, you're more like a Christmas ham." tapped the menu with a perfectly shaped nail, painted in a dusty pink pearl.
"Maybe we should hire a speech writer. We'll have to assemble a team. Have you looked into a campaign center? We passed a place on the way here that might be perfect. It was vacant. I wonder if they are renting..."

And then the wine came and she grabbed hers immediately and held it up for a toast, "Here's to the best politican this town has ever seen!"

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-08-19 03:42 am UTC (link)
And mightily, the King of Olympus too proud Vince that was perfectly capable of composing his own speeches without hiring some dingbat speech writer raised his hand between them, swatting affectionately at the air there, and the suggestion, as if what she were saying was a tornado of bullets headed for his man-of-steel-hand. "No asshole speech writers." Said he, siiiighing because now he began to fully realize how much work this was going to be, or rather, to recall. His dad did this shit all time and he remembered poking into his office with a curious seven-year-old-nose while he was burying himself in an early grave of paperwork and protocol. Like Scrooge McDuck swimming through his gold coins, his dad would pop out of no where from the pile, snapping that DADDY IS BUSY WORKING!

"Teams and renting and all that, I guess I have to look into it. Or you could, since you like doing boring things like organizing and," He paused, compiling a crooked, cornerly grin as his glass was raised to clink with hers. It was moments like this where he was truly happy to have her as a friend. It was also moments like this that he had to sweep the fact that he was probably one of the best jerks this side of America has ever seen under the rug of his dignity, because hello, there's way worse losers out there, and Paul and Honey only teased him. He wasn't a jerk. "Seeing to it that I make more money for our empire in the -- hey, did you hear? Some asshole rented the top floor!"

Vince threw his head back, nailing that glass of wine like a blonde in the back of a limo on prom night. He swiped the side of his mouth once he'd drained the glasses contents of every red stray drop, and audibly announced aaahhh.

"But whatever. Maybe he's, " He made a mock-grimace and high-pitched voice. "Important."

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[info]queen_of_gods
2010-08-19 04:16 pm UTC (link)
"I don't care about him..." Honey told him, in regards to the asshole on the "top floor". She brushed his stupidity aside. Imagine, being upset about something so silly. He could be so competitive. It wasn’t like they would live in an apartment building forever. She completely expected they'd move into a more choice settings someday. Besides, he was moving off topic and she wasn't going to allow him to side track what had previously been implied.

"Stop changing the subject. You'll have to put in the leg work Xander. You can't expect me to be a slave to your cause. This will be mostly your show." She wanted to put in her two cents now before he started day dreaming about her doing everything. He had the tendency to lazy but the charisma to make this a successful lifestyle choice. Good thing she was smart enough to see through his charm. It was one of the reasons he married her...she was certain. Despite this "love" he had just spoke of, Honey didn't look exactly pleased that he seemed to delegate her to his first lady already. Then again, she probably shouldn't be so bothered. She'd never dreamed of political office and she supposed having a husband that was an exulted public servant would serve her in some capacity. She could take a year off and maybe...help with his campaign.

She was suddenly reminded some other things she'd been thinking about the past few days.


"Have you considered having children?" she asked bluntly and then,to soften that question since it seemed randomly blurted, she stuck in, "Did you want me to take your name? I am a little confused about this marriage to be frank. I know it was rather informal but...if you are campaigning and making our lives public then I need to know what you expect from our nuptials."

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-08-19 07:25 pm UTC (link)
Did he regret bringing this up? Maybe part of him did. She was so fucking responsible and organized, and so was he, but he was so much more silent about his hidden attributes. Not just that, she got that strict look in her swimming pools that spelled dangerous waters ahead. No horseplay. No running by the pool. He ventured to believe that while yes, he'd have to be a lot more careful in his 'fun times' not to get caught, or even to have as much fun any longer, that he could still have it. Take it if necessary. All to build up a sound, pristine image for the public.

He knew how to play the game -- was a producer. He was in the film industry.

Vince nodded as she proceeded to unleash on him, yes, he knew he'd have to do leg work, yes, he knew he shouldn't shift subjects. Yes, he wanted a drink of wine and ... CHILDREN? He choked. Children? His white cloth napkin captured the coughing which erupted in his throat from having had the burn inhaled through the incorrect piping. It took him a while to right himself, inhale, take a sip of water... smudge away the water in his eyes from the force of the throttle.

"Couldn't we just start with coffee?!" He cleared his throat and continued. "You should take my last name, hyphenated, I don't wanna steal you identity but obviously for image purposes, " Dislodging of sediment. "And image is everything."

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[info]queen_of_gods
2010-08-19 08:45 pm UTC (link)
His reaction was cherry. It sat up on top of their brunceon like a beacon of everything that made Honey Skye enjoy shocking and confronting this man of hers. She did not hide the fact that she was enjoying his coughing and sputtering. While he hacked and struggled she sipped gently the delicate velvet wine in her hand.

Of course he would skip the children comment first and really, that was all the answer she needed. She would come back to this point in a moment.

"Alright...I'll start the process. I figured that's what you'd want." She was in that sense open minded and completely rational. But, her soulful orbs held something else too, something that was a bity more stubborn minded and womanly within their depths. The emotions within bloomed like poisonous flowers. As compromising as she could be, she decidedly thought that he should be just as compromising in one regard.

"Xander..." She started, setting the glass down on the table in a graceful swoop that was swanlike in its ballet. "I do not and would not fool myself into thinking that I am the only woman you would like to or do spend company with. Your penis means very little to me. But, as far as your balls go and the life giving seeds within?...Those are mine. Whether we will have children together isn't my point or even really a concern of mine today." She'd never been as lady-like in speech and composure as her white bread pedigree appearance lead many to believe but, Honey was speaking quietly and there was enough noise surrounding them that they could have been talking about the price of coffee as far as anyone could tell, " My point is...if you get another woman pregnant I want to be free of you forever, with half of everything you own. I am not joking. I would find such a careless outcome offensive. All I ask, is...if you want the life you're pretending to have with me with another woman, to let me go."

Good timing was something that was innate in Honey Skye and as she let the last sentence dangle the waiter stalked over, his newly shined dangle decorated loafers marching on the garish damask print carpet. He arrived with a smile, ready to take their orders, "Finally..."Honey muttered as she picked up her menu and handed it to their server. "I'll have the Buffet." She smiled at this man sweetly and said, "I do enjoy a well laid smorgasbord"

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-08-19 09:18 pm UTC (link)
Wow. While she gave him the Ball Speech (as it would go down in history.) his life flashed before his eyes like a made-for-T.V. movie. There was him stealing gum in the grocery store, him dicing carrots with his mother in the kitchen, his first kiss with that bitch blonde girl in kindergarten who would steal and eat his paste, college, concrete, dust, vomit, faces in windows. When it all came to a close, he thought wow, she really thought he'd let some floozy get herself knocked up by him? And also, that he needed to do more with his life. Because wow.

The bargain was a fierce negotiation. He studied her then quietly, once the humorous grin died down on his features, left only were the embers of its earlier rein flickering out of their seething. It was kinda funny looking at her being all serious and business like and... jealous? Was she being jealous? He didn't know whether or not to be afraid or flattered. He settled for both. This topic was about his balls, after all, which seemed to wince at being mentioned through her biting conditions.

"Peaches," he began, breathing out the breath he finally had been keeping. "You understand that there's two types of getting pregnant, getting knocked up and getting knocked down. I'm the fucking prize." he batted his lashes, pointing down to the buffet since he couldn't settle on any one thing. "Same." he said to the waiter, grabbing both their menus and handing them off. Focus was on the conversation and his company, not mr. bowtie who wanted a nice tip for better shoes.

"And I realize that what glitters out of me like diamonds is the type of being knocked up that every gold digging cunt in Los Angeles drools and prays to Jesus for. But you see, I'm not dumb. There won't be any trips to Maury for or lie detector tests for you, you have nothing to worry about."

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[info]queen_of_gods
2010-08-23 02:03 pm UTC (link)
“mm hmm.” Was her brusque response to his sensitivity devoid speech. She studied him for a long moment. Maybe too long. She looked at every part of him, every stubble that was starting to jut out from his chin and every eyelash that swept out from the deceptively innocent blue of his eyes. She knew that he was confident enough to think these things wouldn’t happen but she also knew him and how he threw caution to the wind when it suited the moment and the feelings he was feeling. “I am sure I won’t have anything to worry about, especially because I’ll draw up the papers for you to sign…” Her flashed fluttered and the muscle in her jaw clenched before she claimed, “ I am not dumb either.”

The golden strands of her hair fall forward when she looked down at the table, breaking their eye contact. She knew it was a vulnerable move and she felt that way. She wasn’t sure she should have brought up any of what was just mentioned and in some regards she regretted displaying her rawness in a torrent. She hated when Xander got a dose of how she really felt and how affected she was by him and the possibility of a life with him. Honey wouldn’t just sit back and let him walk all over her though. Maybe other girls could settle for the money and the shopping trips but none of that mattered as much as him recognizing that she wasn’t some soft bellied trollop that rolled over for him whenever he wanted her to.

There were so many corners of their relationship. So many corners that needed sweeping.

“Have you introduced yourself to this man?” Maybe he forgot the man she was speaking of, “Pierce? In the suite at the very tip top of our place??”

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-08-24 12:25 am UTC (link)
Oh, she was so adorable when she got all jaw-clenchy! He loved inspiring that kind of reaction. Truly, it was how one could tell they were underneath someone else's skin nice and fully; saturated like warm water in a sea sponge. Fair trade he'd say. Her claws were as sunken into him, as full of his meat, and animalistically dug through him as wholly possible. Seeing the symptoms on her of only the phantom ache of that knowledge made it all the more sweeter. He felt no need to discuss the topic further, as, she was of course one person he needn't argue with. He didn't even feel compelled to reassure her more. She was being foolish, he'd thought, but for a good reason and one that was understood. He was a creature a slave to his passions and he refuse subjugation by any one pretty-skinned, hardly-blushing bride.

The eyes that until now had remained humorous in their corners hardened at the mention of 'Pierce.' Something flared within him then, not only evident by how his nostrils followed suit, but in his entire demeanor. With the remote and intangible intensity to rattle the ribcage and to tickle with energy, the electric verve of his eyes narrowed at her gravely in a way they never had before...

"He will introduce himself to me," he'd said, somehow calmly in how profound it seemed to pour out. "The true king waits for the other sovereigns of the kingdom to come and introduce themselves to him. You understand me, woman?"

Wow, wtf? Maybe he was more pissed than he thought. He blinked Zeus away the negative thoughts a few times, grinning. "So where's the food at here? I want cherry tomatoes."

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[info]queen_of_gods
2010-08-24 02:04 am UTC (link)
Her ruby lips clamped down into a tight line when he allowed his pride to come yipping at the table like an unleashed pomeranian. Woman was hardly an insult. Honey took great pride in her sex, "You sound like a fool and only a fool waits around to make enemies." She licked her lower lip, waiting a beat for telling him."He's already said he wants to meet us. He's a very busy man but I expect him for a chat any day. Maybe if you aren't out scampering through the panty section at the department store he can shake your hand."

With a distracted shrug of her shoulders she glanced behind her, spotted the makings of the buffet that awaited them, "Follow me." She told him, standing up from the table and moving away from. She knew other eyes besides his were upon her. It made her feel better about all that had transpired.


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[info]king_of_gods
2010-08-24 04:57 am UTC (link)
Vince stood up when the witch commanded it, muttering darkly but loud enough for his sweetheart to hear. "I'm a busy man too, you know. He's not the busiest man there is in the whole fuckin' world, with his fuckin' house on top the building. And his fuckin'... wait." his hand shot out to her upper arm, and although the grasp was instant and gentle, it was firm enough to punctuate his curiosity and demand for immediate attention. He strode in front of her, blocking her. There was no aggression in his eyes, only alarm and... was that jealousy? No! Never!

"You fuckin' talked to him? What the shit do you mean he wants to meet us." he threw his arms up, the patrons and employees of this restaurant by now accustomed to his occasional dramatics. Because mostly he did it to amuse people. "Who is this guy! Why is he trying to ruin my life!"

... if only he knew.

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[info]queen_of_gods
2010-08-24 01:33 pm UTC (link)

There was a roll of her eyes when her back was turned to him. Not that she wouldn’t be perfectly willing to show him her exasperation directly. Honey was about to tell him to be quiet for lands sake but he decided to get grabby with her arm and then rush out in front of her with his expletives still jumping off from his tongue. “Will you keep your voice down and stop swearing at me.” She hissed at him, but the scolding was more for his benefit that hers. If he wanted to be in political office then the patrons [especially] of this restaurant would remember and gossip ‘til the cows came home. People loved to make a villain out of a handsome, wealthy man. Xander needed to be flawless.

“I didn’t …talk to him. He replied to my How-do-you-do post for the building. And, he really didn’t mention us just that he’d like to borrow a cup of sugar sometime and bring down his card so we could have a chat.” She pushed her hair from off her forehead and anchored the soft strands behind her ear.

She gulped down whatever apprehension she had because she wasn’t sure what sort of reaction he would have to this Pierce guy wanting to come down from his tower and meet his new wife. “He said he wanted to meet everyone in the building.” She added as her arm reached out toward him and she fiddled with his collar before it swept down his arm. “It would be good for you to make friends Butterscotch. He’s THE news mogul for this part of California. If you make enemies with him then every time you fart it’s going to end up in the news.”

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-08-24 11:32 pm UTC (link)
"A cup of fucking sugar?" his tone hushed now, little baby, don't say a word. The fact that yes, he was going to be a minor political figure in this town did affect his idea of how he could allow his reputation to remain that of an outspoken, even dramatic sort of man, but he knew there were thousands more in this city who knew not of him, and knew even better that people picked a PUPPET. And he was just the right sort of devilishly handsome puppet all the shallow people in Orange County wanted as their voice and face.

Peering down at her, clenching his jaw, he continued. "That's what men say when they want your cup of vagina. And I don't care what he does, or what stupid news he reports about my gas, or what color his shit is and how it curls into the shape of Jesus-tap-dancing-Christ or mother-fucking-Mary. I have my own connections!" If he were five years old, he would've stamped his foot. Instead he just hissed between his teeth. "I'm only going to play nice since you want to him your cup of sugar." Yes, it was jealousy. His eyes gave a quick up and down of her before he began walking toward the buffet.

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[info]queen_of_gods
2010-08-25 12:51 am UTC (link)
Now she was equally angry and hurt. She wanted to reach out, grab him by the hair and yank it out so he had a bleeding bald spot right in the middle of the scalp.

Honey knew that if no one was interested in her honey pot then he wouldn't either. He was prejudice that way and when the time came when her chin began to sag and her veins sprouted blue branched...he'd be seeking younger pastures.

She was seething. If this was a cartoon, steam might have come billowing out of her ears.

But she wasn't the sort to get violent. Honey was the kind that got even. He expected her to chase after him like he'd just lost the prom title but right now she didn't have it in her. She didn't deserve having to exert so much emotional energy in spending time with him. Instead she cried out after him, "Well how was I supposed to react to you having herpes! Get some ointment for christ sakes!"

Then she turned to leave the restaurant, going back to the table to grab her purse and whatever else she didn't want him to toss out his car window.

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-08-25 01:25 am UTC (link)
WTF? Herpes? Were there any women here he'd ever be remotely attracted to? He halted in the middle of the aisles of occupied tables. Calmer skies roving over mouths agape and bewildered faces, fingers, attitudes, reactions... he whipped around to see her grabbing her stuff and leaving. Leaving? Who said she could leave? Not him. And he was the one with the car... he felt for the shape of his keys in his pocket... yes, yes he was.

When he turned around, it was difficult for him not to reveal those fine, even rows of pearly whites. Even in situations where his pride was cut, or a shameless joke at his expense sought to stab at his dignity he just... he couldn't help but find the humor in it. Herpes? Who fucking thinks of that?

Vince wasn't storming after her, he was more pouncing, bounding, happily strolling but with swifter steps, much like PePe LePew. As a show of good faith he called out after her, throwing a wad of whatever cash was in his pockets onto their now abandoned table. "Peaches! I'll get the ointment just like I promised! If you just STOP accepting invitations for handing out YOUR CUP of SUGAR to busy men! Your sugar belongs to me!"

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[info]queen_of_gods
2010-08-25 03:12 pm UTC (link)
“Oh.” She said, not as all impressed with his lighthearted romp through this escalating scene. “So NOW you want dessert because a man, in a better apartment than you, wants to meet and greet me?” Her eyes squinted, her mouth pursed out and the saliva flowed, lubricating the chance to tell him off once and for all.

“The Bakery's closed. The hours are between Fuck and You.” She tucked her purse under her arm, ran a finger through her salon perfect hair, ““You are the biggest hypocrite ever! No wonder you want to be a politician. The snake suit fits.” and then she pushed past him, making sure her shoulder butted up against his in a display of the sort of wifely aggression a quarterback princess might attempt.

While she moved through the restaurant and of the faces aghast in the unbridled display of passion and newlywed anger it became more apparent that she had become entirely unhinged (much to her horror) in PUBLIC. A side that that was completely unlike her. When it got to be too much she cried out at a fat, nosey looking woman with an outdated mink stole and too much blush on her aging face, “MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!” and then the water works started as she made her exit out to the parking lot.

She didn’t even consider how she got here. Honey wasn’t thinking now. She was terribly upset and when she got to the car she grabbed the handle and tried to open the door with all her might, finding that the doors had been locked and then realizing that she should call a taxi or else endure the ride home with Vincent Alexander Laurent’s bloated, gloating face. She HATED when he was so unaffected by everything.

Until she realized that no…she usually didn’t care that much at all.

And then she realized that she wanted to make him pay for making her into a love sick fool.

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[info]king_of_gods
2010-08-25 07:28 pm UTC (link)
"Oh," the voice eased smoothly out of him, fluidly and unfettered as a purse of water from the fountain mouth of a baby angel. "Looks like somebody's locked out." he flashed for merely a moment the sound of the dull-clunk of the unlocking mechanism, but then secured the car again instantly. She of course then faced him, with her tear stroked face, the anger on her perfect skin, the soft wires that had escaped her flawlessly molded hair. It was a sharp reminder of how careless he could be with his words, how much weight she bore of his bad side than any other human being besides his mother... how lovely she was when she cried.

The hero in his heart blushed between the villainous fantasy that inspired him to advance forward in a very specified, desirous stride toward her, and the indicative way he'd moistened his suddenly not-too-talkative mouth with a curl of his tongue. There was a conquering taste of intensity in his now storming eyes. She was his whether she liked it or not. And really, her being his wasn't as bad as it seemed. The things he was going to do to her in the parking lot right now were far from mean or even lamentable. They would be as songs from the divine, unexpectedly profound, surprisingly emotional, and celestially long-lasting. Ahem.

When he reached her he spoke nothing, only took her face in his hands, smeared away the speckled splotches, streaks of black leaking mascara, hot tears turned cool with his thumbs and pressed his curious mouth urgently against hers (did those tears still taste the same?) until no breath could be rightfully distinguished between either hers, or his. It didn't break, that passion, as the full stock of his body gently collided with her to pin the request. And he hit the unlock button for the car again, grip aimed for prying open the backseat, grabbed hold of her hips to steer her into that direction, and as she complied at crawling in, got to hastily unfastening whatever obstacle lay between he and his prize.

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[info]queen_of_gods
2010-08-26 12:51 am UTC (link)
One solitary finger was held up when he started toward her. It was a lone soldier in the war she was fighting. It did its best to scare him off. It knocked back in forth, wiggled and waggled in the most aggressive manner a finger could muster but in the end her finger took the cowards way out and instead her lips took the full brunt of his attack.

These lips of hers did their best but in the end they did nothing to protect their owner. Honey surrendered to Xander with a feline growl. Now that finger, who was once on her side, joined in with the rest of the traitors and grabbed at him, trying to push and pull him in a position that best suited her devouring mood.

When the car door was open and she was pushed inside she didn't give their location a second thought. Her only thought was how much she wanted him, how much she loved him and how she had ached for him to make this very fantasy a reality.

Later she might regret this decision but for now she could only submit to it with wreckless abandon....

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