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Natalie Explosion ([info]soulmadeinhell) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2009-11-11 00:04:00

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Entry tags:natalie explosion, nathan explosion

Who: Natalie and Nathan Explosion
What: I DON'T KNOW. EMOTIONAL CRAP.
Where: Mordhaus, Mordland, then Berne, then Cabo, then Vegas
When: Tuesday night/Wednesday morning.
Warnings: Brutality, swearing, senseless destruction of expensive furniture and people's faces, sex, more swearing.


Natalie had been getting progressively surly throughout the tour. Not because she wasn't having fun, because she was, but for... Reasons.
She didn't like explaining herself to anyone, the least of all being herself. Or her male self, either. She knew she was fucked, because hell. Who the fuck could argue that the most metal relationship in the world, (yes, the ENTIRE WORLD!!!), was that of Nathan and Satan.
She couldn't fuck with that. She WOULDN'T fuck with that. Even though she already realized that the only person in the entire world who she knew wouldn't fuck her over, the only man she could actually for-reals say wouldn't make her want to choke someone and/or cry like a unmetal little pansy, was Nathan.

So... Natalie just decided to be surly about it. At the moment, she was stomping down the main hall in Mordhaus, on her way to... goddamn anywhere but where she was, and saw an opportunity to cause destruction that might cheer her up and let her release some steam. So she stopped in front of one of their statues that lined the side of the hall, and kicked it over with a loud, low growl, setting into motion a domino effect that went down the incredibly long hall.

Nope. Even that didn't help. It was pretty cool, though, how the statues all toppled over like that, though.


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[info]soulmadeinhell
2009-11-12 06:19 am UTC (link)
Gasping first at the increase in speed, which she completely enjoyed, and then at his fingers working her so perfectly made her tighten around him as she let out a sound that wasn't very low or metal at all, but in fact, completely feminine and rather airy and high pitched. She arched her back and leaned back a little on the bar to look at Nathan as she kept time with him, her hips swiveling as well as rocking forward and back. It wasn't too much movement, and managed to make her feel a hot, tingling sensation in the small of her back and inner thighs, before it spread throughout her body, sending her gasping for air as she hit her peak.

She hoped to hell Nathan wouldn't stop at that.

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[info]blackestblack
2009-11-12 06:24 am UTC (link)
He wasn't done, so he wouldn't stop until she decked him and told him to. In fact, he moved a little so she was all but hanging off the bar, using gravity to get a little more leverage, a little more depth. He growled low in his throat, gripping her hips hard to keep her from falling, leaning forward to nip at her neck and ears.

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[info]soulmadeinhell
2009-11-12 06:32 am UTC (link)
There would be no beating him up, especially if Nathan managed to get her to orgasm like that a couple more times. She slid her nails down his neck and scratched him down his back as she continued her persistent, consistent motion and her all-too-feminine moans and gasps. Her legs wrapped around his hips for better leverage as well, and shivered with each sharp nibble to her neck he provided. It was enough to actually get her to call his name.

Natalie wasn't one for talking during sex - hell, it was outright miraculous if she had half a mind for it while she was mid-coitus - and she didn't even like calling out the guy's name, usually. It sounded too slutty, too much like she was making a production out of it. However, when she called out Nathan's name, Natalie probably didn't even realize she had.

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[info]blackestblack
2009-11-12 06:37 am UTC (link)
He really liked the noises she made, and he realized he probably couldn't keep holding her up while keeping the pace they'd set, so he moved her around to a nearby table, sweeping off the napkinholders and salt shakers and laying her down upon it.

Talking during sex required too much blood for Nathan - how the hell could he think with an erection? - but his lips found hers again. He'd realize later that he didn't mind kissing her during sex, which meant a lot to him. A lot.

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[info]soulmadeinhell
2009-11-12 06:44 am UTC (link)
Natalie's lips parted after the initial kiss, allowing for Nathan to explore her mouth as they continued, on the table. She was all for new positions as often as possible, mostly because that way, she got the gamut of enjoyable sensations. She nipped Nathan's lower lip before nibbling his earlobe, hitching one leg up high enough where it nearly hit her shoulder, letting him get a better angle for deeper thrusts. It was one of those wanton moves which she never used for anyone, but didn't even think twice about it for Nathan. She enjoyed it, so, so would he.

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[info]blackestblack
2009-11-12 06:52 am UTC (link)
He did enjoy it. He actually groaned instead of growled, his voice almost normal, a lot less gravelly. If pressed about it, he'd deny it, but he knew she wouldn't say anything. He loved that she could keep up with him, that he never felt like he was going to say something stupid around her. He probably just loved her, if he'd admit it to himself.

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[info]soulmadeinhell
2009-11-12 06:57 am UTC (link)
There wasn't anything Natalie could possibly think up that was half as enjoyable as what they were doing right now. If asked later, she would say she'd rather be fucking than dealing with whatever it is they were dealing with.

She leaned back against the table, still managing to keep a consistent rhythm with her hips, though it was far more subdued in her current position. She looked up into Nathan's eyes, before kissing him again, arching her chest up with a coo into his mouth.

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[info]blackestblack
2009-11-12 07:05 am UTC (link)
He moved so he was almost flush against her, feeling rather hot, so he leaned back for a moment to tug his shirt off. Working his hands up and under hers, he pushed her bra up, carefully running light fingernails over the skin, around the nipple, knowing that sometimes a light touch worked better than a heavy one. He actually liked getting her off almost as much as getting himself off, which was really fucking weird.

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[info]soulmadeinhell
2009-11-12 10:11 am UTC (link)
It was just as odd for her to feel the same way! It never occurred to her that there would be some guy out there that actually would make her WANT to kiss him during sex, or actually get her off more than once without getting boring. The way she touched her, the simple act of keeping a rhythm, the sounds he made, all these brought her into another orgasm which made her gasp for air as she arched her back and into Nathan's touch.

Natalie smiled a bit darkly after recovering from that, however, and scratched light lines up Nathan's back. She liked the rough rhythms, but knew that there was such a thing as being too rough with scratching and biting, and there was also such a thing as too much of it. She used one arm to prop herself up on the table, while the other made its way up Nathan's back and over his shoulder, leaving little trails of pink in the nails' wake.

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[info]blackestblack
2009-11-12 10:16 am UTC (link)
He moved back a little and watched her orgasm, biting his own lower lip to keep from finishing just from watching. Nathan had actually slept with a number of girls who did porn, and Natalie was better than all of them. For one, she wasn't loose enough to drive a Mack truck through, but the big difference was that she wasn't faked. She was really enjoying herself, enjoying him, and it was reciprocated.

When she ran her nails down his back, he hissed lightly, groaning faintly in warning that he wouldn't be able to hold himself back. He was already pretty proud of himself for going as long as he had, considering the fact he'd been turned on since the first bar they went to.

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[info]soulmadeinhell
2009-11-12 10:22 am UTC (link)
Natalie nibbled a quick trail along Nathan's jaw and caught his lower lip briefly before kissing him again, knowing full well what that sound he made meant. She kept the pace as it was, but she arched into him, bringing them both into full contact with each other as she left another trail of scratches down the middle of his back. She wanted him to get off and feel just as good about the fun they just had as she did. Which, of course, was still fucking weird.

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[info]blackestblack
2009-11-12 10:25 am UTC (link)
He kissed her neck gently as he finished, not really even thinking about anything, or noticing the fact that his groans bordered on whimpers. He remained crouched over her, catching his breath quietly, running his fingers over her shoulders. Which were really smooth, and smelled nice.

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[info]soulmadeinhell
2009-11-12 10:28 am UTC (link)
She laid back once he finished and caught her breath, which she didn't even realize was quick paced and shallow still. She brought her legs down and could feel the toes of her shoes graze the floor below her. She couldn't even think of anything to really say after that except for, "Metal."

She ran a hand over the trails she left on his back and moved Nathan's hair out of his face so he could breathe a little easier, without the hair getting in his mouth. Nevermind the fact that her own hair was messy and wild at that point.

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[info]blackestblack
2009-11-12 10:30 am UTC (link)
He just nodded in agreement, waiting a few more moments before standing up to grab his jeans. He was really glad they'd cleared out the bar first, and helpfully, he helped situate her bra and shirt. "Your hair, it looks good like that."

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[info]soulmadeinhell
2009-11-12 10:35 am UTC (link)
She smiled faintly as she went to retrieve her underwear, which had come off while they were near the bar. "You think so? I don't usually like it so messy, it makes me look kind of unmetal and more like one of those stupid pop bitches." She wrinkled her nose as she stepped into her underwear and pulled them up, wiggling her hips and ass as she got them into place.

"Yours looks better I think, you can get away with looking messy. You... huh. I guess you just look good no matter what." She had to stand on her tiptoes to reach the top shelf liquor, but she grabbed herself a bottle of brandy, and took a sip.

"Still don't feel like going home, though. What the fuck is there worth doing right now?"

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[info]blackestblack
2009-11-12 10:39 am UTC (link)
"You don't," he assured her, shaking his head. "You look wild." Sort of like she'd come back from kicking ass, which he supposed she had. He went back behind the bar to get himself another drink, picking out vodka. "It depends on where we go. Because different places have uh. Different times. Clocks. Things."

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[info]soulmadeinhell
2009-11-12 10:43 am UTC (link)
"Huh. So uh... Somewhere kind of like here and in this time whatever." She didn't even know what time zone they were in, really, but as she drank to think it over, she hopped back up onto the bar, crossing her legs demurely.

"Huh. Some place fun that we can blend in."

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[info]blackestblack
2009-11-12 10:47 am UTC (link)
"So, a big city. The country sucks ass and there's nothing to do there anyway." He tried to think, every now and then taking sips of the bottle. "And we'll have to sleep at some point. Or throw up."

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[info]soulmadeinhell
2009-11-12 10:52 am UTC (link)
"Big city we can puke in." She worked on that thought while she finished the brandy, before deciding to freshen up her makeup. She picked up her purse and went through it, grabbing out the handheld mirror and a few essential makeup products. First, she worked on putting on her eyeshadow, then her lipstick. It was midway through puckering that it came to her.

"Vegas?"

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[info]blackestblack
2009-11-12 10:55 am UTC (link)
He watched her put on makeup, knowing a little bit about how the processed worked from putting on stage makeup. He didn't say anything - chicks had their weird stuff they did, even the hot girl him, and it made her hotter and she didn't take forever. It was good by him.

"That's a fucking brutal idea, yeah. We can gamble and they have buffets." Buffets were actually really awesome. Private chefs were all well and good, but there was something that brought out his inner Viking fantasies about a long table with food already on it.

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[info]soulmadeinhell
2009-11-12 10:58 am UTC (link)
Natalie slipped the makeup and mirror back into her purse and shouldered it before hopping down onto the floor again. "I could probably eat a whole roast pig right now. And there's more booze. Let's go." She bumped him with her hip as she walked past, and tossed her hair as she led the way back to the bike.

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[info]blackestblack
2009-11-12 11:01 am UTC (link)
He got back on, driving to the nearest portkey that would take them to Vegas. He grinned when they ended up on the strip, figuring he'd let her pick out the hotel. He could tell when she wanted to stop by how she squeezed him. And it was nice, how she clung a little.

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[info]soulmadeinhell
2009-11-12 11:05 am UTC (link)
Of course, she picked the one hotel that she liked the most - Excalibur - since it was a giant castle and it had awesome jousting matches all the time. She liked the whole medieval scene, to be honest. She often considered herself the Fair Maiden that could save herself from dragons, thank you very much. She walked in once they stopped and was immediately assaulted by the sound of slot machines and the scent of coin dust and food, and it made her hungry.

"God. I hate the sound of slots, I forgot that until just now. Stupid... plinky noises. Ugh. Whatever. Nathan? Hungry?"

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[info]blackestblack
2009-11-12 11:09 am UTC (link)
Nathan nodded. "Yeah, I could eat everything from room service. We should do that, get a bunch of guys to bring us stuff." He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and walked toward the check-in desk. "Whatever room's the biggest. If someone's in it, kick them out."

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[info]soulmadeinhell
2009-11-12 11:18 am UTC (link)
Natalie leaned against Nathan as the man at the desk started bustling around and getting things set up for them. When asked what name would be on the bill, for whatever reason, Natalie piped up with "Wartooth."

They didn't need the press finding out they were here, and since there were like, a million Wartooths around, it would work out to their advantage. Anyway, it all came out of the same account, right?

Once they were handed their room key cards, she put hers in her purse and went to the elevator, and then up to the room.

"This has been one hell of a night," she said as she walked down the hall to the suite, "I haven't actually had, you know, fun in a while."

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