The Lounge's Summer Pool Party

*makes the appropriate listening sounds all the while distinctly aware of what his hands were up to. When he starts to tug her zipper down, she jumps up with a nervous giggle, taking care to step out of reach*

Ummm, too early for a drink?! I don't think so... Lemme get you something from the bar...

*pivots on her heel and all but speed walks to the safety of the bar*

What's your poison this afternoon?

*laughs at her squirming discomfort, taking up the lounge chair for himself after she flees.*

I can't stay too long, but if it's to be poison, I'll take a straight shot of rattlesnake venom.
 
*laughs at her squirming discomfort, taking up the lounge chair for himself after she flees.*

I can't stay too long, but if it's to be poison, I'll take a straight shot of rattlesnake venom.

*blushes at his husky laugh, knowing he had seen through her rush to the bar*

Hmmmm, I don't see any of that here... Any other preference?

*pours herself a two fingers of Captain Morgan's while she waits*
 
*blushes at his husky laugh, knowing he had seen through her rush to the bar*

Hmmmm, I don't see any of that here... Any other preference?

*pours herself a two fingers of Captain Morgan's while she waits*

No thanks, Angel. I'm going to a party later tonight, I need to save my alcoholic tolerance for later. But enjoy.
 
*remembering the days of preflighting before a party and smiles*

Good... I might have to warn Brit that her stock of rum is likely to go down quickly.

*wanders back to the lounge area, sipping her drink*

Enjoy your party, LS.
 
He smiles and he slips in, happy to see the pool party back. He wears a t-shirt and pair of plan black trunks as he slips over to the pool bar to pour himself a quick libation.

Hmm, nice, another year and summer has returned. It certainly feels like it here! He grins as he sips at his beverage.
 
*blinks as she looks up from her notepad, wondering where the time had gone and sees a familiar face*

Hey stranger, long time, no see...
 
Waves at Angel and gives her an appreciative glance, peeking down at her legs and then back up as I study her notepad curiously for a moment before smiling.

Well, I disappeared for a while, but I do peek in from time to time. Stopped in at MM recently but didn't see you there.

He grins as he takes his drink and scoots over to sit next to her, politely not trying to peek at her notepad but nodding toward it. What are you working on? Stories?
 
Most of the mischief makers are dealing with RW stuff at the moment. I got tired of listening to myself talk so I stopped going there except occasionally. I need to start up a new thread anyway, so will get around to it sooner than later I imagine. :)

*shifts on the lounge, crossing her legs at the ankles*

Yes, I've been working on stories... a lot of my current ones are being affected by summer vacations, and I've never been good with idle hands... :rolleyes:
 
Chuckles at her playfully and gives a teasing wink. Well the word "good" in that sense is highly subjective I am sure. He gives her a teasing grin and then glances down as her ankles cross, the gesture drawing attention to her long legs before he smile back at her face.

Well, why is it that you've been wanting to open a new place? Is there something wrong with your typical mischief making environment?

He smiles as he leans over toward her and gives her a rather chaste kiss on the cheek, but he lets his lips linger there for more than a brief moment. Well, I hope you've been well. Are you finding appropriate inspiration for your stories?
 
*wrinkles her nose at his teasing words but grins back at him, refusing to debate just how good said hands could be*

There's nothing wrong with MM per se (well outside of the ghost town that it is due to the RW), but it's well over 5k posts, so it will likely get shut down soon. I want to get something set up for when everyone eventually makes their way back.

*giggles at the chaste kiss*

I've been busy too, and am super happy that school is finally over. I was getting mighty tired of the kids' homework infringing on my Lit time. ;)

And yes, there's tons of inspiration out there... Now I need to figure out how to channel it. :devil:
 
Yes. Sorry to see that it has become a bit abandoned by RW issues. But these things do tend to be cyclical, and most of us eventually wander back around. Smiles at her and then gestures down at himself. Case in point! He chuckles at her playfully.

Hmm, well...you certainly don't want to ask me for ideas about how to channel your inspiration. Not that I don't have ideas, they just likely wouldn't do much to help you with your writing at all. He gives her a teasing wink.

But yes, it's nice that school is out and there's more personal time to enjoy. FI only it wasn't so damn hot sometimes.
 
*her eyes dance in mischief as she wets her lips and gives him a little pout*

You would hold out on me in my time of need?! What kind of friend are you?! :p
 
He laughs playfully at her pouting and then smiles, shrugging half-heartedly as he slips out of his seat and then drops down to sit next to her on her lounger, nodding.

Well, you've got me. There just times when I absolutely cannot ignore a cry of need in good conscience. Such a call must be properly answered. So I'll see if I can stimulate any of your creative juices in the right direciton.

He reaches a hand up against her shoulder and then drags his fingers up, lightly sliding up until he strokes her hair as he leans in to look at her face. Well, the first thing you need to do is to allow yourself a bit of free brainstorming. You need lean back and closer your eyes. He gives her shoulder a gentle nudge to ease her backward, leaning forward with her as he does.

Now...rest your hands in your lap, gently, and take a few deep breaths...let your mind go where it will. He smiles to himself as he watches her, fingers lightly stroking through her hair as he waits for a moment.
 
*snorts inelegantly at his words, thinking the two of them likely had different definitions for creative juices and watched as he settles himself on her chair*

You are too kind, Noon...

*she sighed softly as his hand brushed against her shoulder and she shoot him a look when he stroked her hair, knowing he knew exactly what that did to her. She knew she probably shouldn't listen to the handsome devil, especially since he had adopted that husky tone that signaled he was up to no good, but she was bored. Bored and in need of a creative kick start, so she leaned back when he gave her a little nudge, rested her hands in her lap when he said to and took a deep breath when he continued to play with her hair*
 
When she snorted as his choice of terminology, he reached down to her waist and playfully flicked her skin with his finger before pulling it away, leaving the hand in her hair as he sat next to her. AS her eyes closed he allowed his body to slide closer...letting her feel his weight shifting on the seat and to feel the slight sensations of an unseen body right next to you-the soft displacement of air, the feeling of nearby body heat.

Now, you just need to seek your energy. He nods. Feel where it's taking you. Don't try to picture anything, but don't keep your mind blank. Just allow the images, the thoughts, to feel your head.

He kept his hand stroking her hair, fingers curling in as he listened to her breathing. He glanced down at her chest, watching it rising and falling with her breathing, her t-shirt revealing the swimsuit worn beneath it.

Your story always needs a hook. That starting point. Those pictures, those vignettes you think of, the key scenes which are really the inspiration for why you want to create that story. So you should concentrate on that. What's the hook? What's the moment you want to find your character at? It's not the climax, usually-that's where the resolution comes in. He nods and drags a finger up to lightly stroke against her scalp.

No...the climax is the resolution of tension, but the hook: that's where the tension is rising. Building up, slowly. He leaned a bit closer, letting his voice drop down a bit more as he whispered softly. Where is your energy leading you, lovely one? His free hand lightly reached out to rest on her knee as he stroked her hair.
 
She had never attempted to brainstorm while someone else was nearby, and it was difficult to block out the sensation of having him sit so close and yet there was something oddly soothing about it as well. Soon she was breathing in time with the gentle strokes through her hair. In and out. In and out. All the while she tried to follow his quiet suggestions - not to picture anything, but to let allow the thoughts and images to simply be.

She almost gasped when the thoughts started to actually congeal, images clicking through her brain like pages being turned in a book. She was almost to a point where she thought she could pluck out an idea, and then he had to go and mention a climax and talk about tension building up and her wayward mind took a left turn.

Her shoulders slumped and she sighed deeply before she admitted, "My energy is leading me astray, Noon... Especially if you keep doing that."
 
He smiles but avoids laughing, even while his lips form a grin. He leans down and his lips softly make contact against the line of her jaw before he whispers softly into her ear. Oh, I'd be very wicked if I led an Angel astray. I guess we just need to focus a bit harder.

He twisted a few strands of hair around his fingers as his other hand on her knee lightly traced patterns on her soft, smooth skin. He kept his voice level and even, despite the husky edge to it. Perhaps astray is where you want to be. Perhaps that's how your story begins: How do you reach this hooking scene? Where is character coming from....what is leading her astray? He grinned as his palm more brazenly moved against her leg, gripping her soft skin just above the knee. Then his ilps dipped down slightly below her ear to kiss against her neck before he pulled himself away.

Maybe you just need to follow my voice. See where that leads you. Just following along rather than trying to force it. Yielding, like you yield to your creativity. Letting go. While playing with her hair, he let a thumb lightly brush against the line of her collar bone before sliding up behind her ear. Submitting to your inspired parts. Do you feel yourself becoming lighter? Your hands feel as if they could float directly out of your lap, lift off into space...weightless and buoyant....
 
Her lips twisted at his words, knowing without a doubt that the handsome man beside her was the epitome of wicked, but she kept her eyes closed even though she knew the safest thing to do was to open them, thank him for a valiant attempt to help her creativity and get the heck out of there before she ended up showing him just how creative her juices could get.

She sighed softly as his hands and voice worked in tandem to beguile her, thinking it would be wise for her to remember that he should come with a warning label "Beware your virtue". Her cheeks flushed at the realization that he was likely right. Being led astray did have quite the appeal, but she wondered if it was simply a story she was thinking about now.

Again, she found herself sinking into the seductive whispers, wanting very much to just let go and see what happened. And again, there was that little section of her brain that started giggling like a school girl when he mentioned yielding, giggling to the point where her nose scrunched up and her lips twitched.

Opening up one eye, she peeked at him as she asked, "Don't you need a watch or something if you're going to hypnotize someone?"
 
He chuckled as she peeked at him and he just nodded at her face, a very straightforward smile as he glanced back down at her. He was looming over her slightly, and his hands were on as his head hovered above hers. He gave a soft nod and spoke straightforward. Well I wasn't explicitly going for the hypnosis angle. Just was offering to lead you along a little bit. To take you to some new places perhaps. But it would be up to you to decide to follow that trail.

He let his palm slide a bit higher on her thighs as he watched her and then scooted just gently...just enough to close the distance that kept the side of her hip from his, that kept her head from resting against his shoulder as he watched her. his hand slide out of her hair and then slide down her neck slowly...trailing lower, across the top of her shoulder as his hands wickedly sought to generate a reaction. You'd probably enjoy the places that it could take you. The place you'd find yourself. The only catch is....you might not be able to leave right away.

Then he leaned down and gave her a chaste, playful kiss on her nose that was at odds with the seductive motions of his hands. How far along that path do you think you'd be able to go before finding yourself trapped? [His eyes twinkled with mischief as he looked down at her.
 
Opening the other eye when he laughed, she watched as his hand slide higher up her thigh, her muscles started to twitch with the need to move, and the itch only grew stronger as his other hand slide down her neck and across her shoulder.

Her breathing quickened slightly before she forced herself to relax again. She wasn't going to give another person a chance to laugh at her and her panicked flight, not twice in one day. Besides, he was only teasing, well he knew how she was. Knew there was little chance of putting down her halo.

Blinking in surprise at the sudden kiss to her nose, her brow lifted at his question before the imp she tried to contain asked impertinently, "I don't know... How much rope you got on you?"
 
He felt her shifting slightly, getting nervous but ready to escape in a flight, even though she steadied herself. He recognized these signs in her at least. But she was playing with fire even more then she knew. He grinned wickedly once more as he looked down at her. His hands slide away from her body for a moment, giving her a little reprieve.

Well, that's quite a dangerous question, as you know the answer very well. There's always just enough rope.... He gave her a predator grin as his hands rests on her wrists and then lightly lifted them up as he watched her, looming over her softly, and then pressed them back against her head...both wrists together. Do you feel that, your little fantasy going astray, perhaps? Finding yourself trapped as the rope wraps around your wrists and begins to immobilize you?

He chuckled as he watched her face. Do you like the feeling of being trapped? Are you squirming in an attempt to get away, perhaps? Struggling to escape? He left one hand on her wrists as his other hand traces slowly around her collarbone and begins to walk down the top of her chest, across the front of her shirt. Or perhaps you're squirming for another reason entirely... He knee brushes up against her thigh as he holds himself next to her.

He leans down to give a very wicked, hustky whisper into her ear. I did threaten to steal your pretty little halo, once upon a time.... He pressed his lips against her earlobe.
 
The knowing grin that tugged at his lips caused her to squirm, but there was no mistaking the flash of confusion that crossed her face when he lifted his hands away. Her brows knit in puzzlement when he spoke of her knowing the answer to her teasing question, and her mind race along trying to figure out the punchline she was sure he was about to deliver.

Her eyes widened when his smile went from knowing to dangerous without warning and he gathered her wrists together, pressing them overhead. She bit her lip as the images his words invoked invaded her mind, images that left her breathless, and it became worse when his hand began sliding along her front.

His whispered reminder brought a small smile to her lips, even as his lips against her lobe caused her to shiver in response. It took her a moment before she found her voice, "t-that you did..."
 
He felt the subtle shift in her body that went from teasing and playful to suddenly quite serious, and very nervous, all at once. He did admire how she avoided squirming automatically, just as his description of her did. She maintained a bit of external composure even as he knew she was losing it internally. I remember you playing little games with me about that threat, knowing they were high stakes, but exciting. No reward with some risk...

He laughed again as he leaned down to nibble at the curve of her neck, even as his palm dragged against the front of her chest, feeling her breasts rising and falling with her breathing as he stroked her body sensually...cupping the weight of one in his palm as he tangled fingers in her hair once more. And it would be a great deal of fun. His tongue flickers up against her ear before he gives it a soft blow.

But not today. I guess you've been given a stay, though hopefully not a full pardon. He grinned as his hand remained resting on her chest even as he pulled his mouth away...idly playing with the shape of her breast beneath her shirt before he leaned down to kiss her mouth. Unfortunately, I really must be going now. I suspect you might need to as well.
 
Her lips formed a wide grin remembering the high stakes guessing game that he had lost, although the smile faltered and her breath caught when he nibbled on her neck and slid his hand to a stop over her breast. It took her a few seconds to remember to breathe and, when she did, it was a shuddery gasp that could be heard as well as seen.

"Y-y-yes, it's just about time for all good angels to seek their clouds...."
 
Brit pads onto the deck quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone who might be resting and enjoying the quiet...or who might be enjoying each other, curves in their costume concealed beneath a floaty kaftan which still leaves a fairly healthy swath of her cleavage on show. A tall glass of juice is collected from the bar and she makes her way towards a lounger near the ocean side.

The towel that was hanging over one shoulder is dropped rather unceremoniously onto the end of the seat and she flops down at the other end, her face and shoulders in the shade of a conveniently placed umbrella while her outstretched legs rest in the sunshine. Swimming could wait for a little while, first there was writing to try and do.
 
Back
Top