Welcome to Hell.

hmm.. You know, i have noticed people dont realize they miss a shadow till it returns. Its an odd phenomena.

And I'm back now. So it was more like closer to 20 minutes, in that case. And now I'm too frustrated by the end of that game to want to think about it any more than that.

Yes, I suppose I understand about not being missed until you're back. Which is why I decided to announce my absence that time, so that people would definitely notice it.


He gives Nina a quick, smarmy grin, and sips on his fresh drink.

And if I need to stop being distracted, you certainly need to be a lot more talkative. You also have a tendency to disappear into near silence for hours at a time, even when you're around a lurking.

He perks an eyebrow at her, challengingly.
 
And I'm back now. So it was more like closer to 20 minutes, in that case. And now I'm too frustrated by the end of that game to want to think about it any more than that.

Yes, I suppose I understand about not being missed until you're back. Which is why I decided to announce my absence that time, so that people would definitely notice it.


He gives Nina a quick, smarmy grin, and sips on his fresh drink.

And if I need to stop being distracted, you certainly need to be a lot more talkative. You also have a tendency to disappear into near silence for hours at a time, even when you're around a lurking.

He perks an eyebrow at her, challengingly.

-nods-

well... notice happened. :p -smarmy, giggles-

well.. well.. yes.. i have been distracted .. and do disapear.. happens because im usualy always logged into lit.. just not always on this page.

So.. :p agian.

and.. all this typing... sucks ass sometimes.

oh... and another thing.. my pm box does work.. you are capapble of going.. "hey, where did you run off to" ... You might get a fuckoff reply but at least you know i'm paying attention.

:D
 
-nods-

well... notice happened. :p -smarmy, giggles-

well.. well.. yes.. i have been distracted .. and do disapear.. happens because im usualy always logged into lit.. just not always on this page.

So.. :p agian.

and.. all this typing... sucks ass sometimes.

oh... and another thing.. my pm box does work.. you are capapble of going.. "hey, where did you run off to" ... You might get a fuckoff reply but at least you know i'm paying attention.

:D

He slips over to sit next to Nina, leering at her slightly. His eyes slide up her figure, from her hips to her waist, then trailing back up to her face, lingering on her chest as she lounges back. He leans down teasingly, his lips pressing up against her ear. Well, you know, I do try to avoid invading people's boxes unless I am invited. Otherwise I might be thought rude.

He chuckles as he nips at her ear, and then takes one more sip of his drink before dropping a hand down to her shoulder, letting it lightly stroke against skin, fingers moving on her. He stands up, perking an eyebrow at her thoughtfully.

And you're one to talk about ME being distracted, in that case, if you're often disappearing due to your own distractions.
 
He slips over to sit next to Nina, leering at her slightly. His eyes slide up her figure, from her hips to her waist, then trailing back up to her face, lingering on her chest as she lounges back. He leans down teasingly, his lips pressing up against her ear. Well, you know, I do try to avoid invading people's boxes unless I am invited. Otherwise I might be thought rude.

He chuckles as he nips at her ear, and then takes one more sip of his drink before dropping a hand down to her shoulder, letting it lightly stroke against skin, fingers moving on her. He stands up, perking an eyebrow at her thoughtfully.

And you're one to talk about ME being distracted, in that case, if you're often disappearing due to your own distractions.

-i'd smack him, i really would, all that leering at me.. but he knew i liked it from him and i'd think him insane if he didnt.... she giggled at the lips to her ear-

how very gentlemanly of you! even though you have been invited prior you dont take it as an open invite anytime you feel a twitch in.. in places the sun dont shine... such a gracious man you are.

-his fingers left delightful little trails on her skin before she just had to laugh-

I know, that is why it was funny. but what was funnier is that even though i'm insanly distracted most of the time I still noticed that you are distracted.. So HA. it makes perfect sense to me.
 
-i'd smack him, i really would, all that leering at me.. but he knew i liked it from him and i'd think him insane if he didnt.... she giggled at the lips to her ear-

how very gentlemanly of you! even though you have been invited prior you dont take it as an open invite anytime you feel a twitch in.. in places the sun dont shine... such a gracious man you are.

-his fingers left delightful little trails on her skin before she just had to laugh-

I know, that is why it was funny. but what was funnier is that even though i'm insanly distracted most of the time I still noticed that you are distracted.. So HA. it makes perfect sense to me.

He chuckles thoughtfully, nodding, adjusting his hips slightly as he carefully chose the words to respond to her comment. Well, perhaps I'm just clever enough to realize that having been invited once does not mean I'm invited in perpetuity. I mean, as tempting as it might be to... he licks his lips at her significantly just slide in wherever I feel like it, it's probably best to get at least the suggestion of permission each time. Especially since I do tend to get rough when I do. Not everyone can handle that all the time.

He leaned over farther to continue running fingers against her, his ilps hovering near her chin. He strokes down her side, and one of his hands cups her thigh. He squeezes at her leg, and then gives a gentle tug on it, pulling it suggestively apart from the other, his hand stroking the inside of her thigh, feeling the warm, soft flesh. His other hand was pressed against her top, feeling the outline of her breast beneath, squeezing it. He was being very presumptuous indeed.

Well, perhaps you noticed my lack of attention, since you were hoping for my attentions to begin to focus in certain places? Though, in that regard, I do think the ball is somewhat in your court. You seem to have paused our last potential play-time, and you made wicked promises about teasing some time well before that. Maybe I'm just waiting to see what you have in store for me? his eyes glanced up at hers, with a wicked shine to them. She was lounged back, and he easily slid out of his chair and halfway on top of her, his knee resting down between her legs.
 
-she squirmed purposefully at his chosen response-

Goodness, Even knowing I like rough you mind your manners...

-her skin lit up, lounging back watching him, feeling him stalking her in word and touch... and she grinned-

I do love specificity and the toying with the ball in my court... endlessly.

-shifting beneath him she finally engaged him physically, by sliding her hands down her body, over his own hands then up his thighs. Both of her hands gripped his cock through his pants-

Perhaps my plans were no more nefarious as making you look over your shoulder and catch your breath thinking of our next encounter and perhaps they are so much more than that but like any good strategist, I dont give away my hand without a purpose.

-she released him and lounged back and smiled-

That paused scene will be restarted sometime soonish, it was with great regret it was paused at all!
 
He chuckled as he loomed over her, looking down at her. His fingers lightly parted the robe she was wearing, enough that his hand reached inside to cup at her bare breast. He could feel the the evidence of a hardening nipple even as he as he stroked at it, his finger sliding around the areola and then rubbing against the nipple itself. His eyes were practically shining in the dim light, highlighted by dark flames casting shadows on him.

What are we without manners, after all... He moved his lips to one side, beginning to kiss her neck. His tongue slid out, one long stroke tracing the flesh from her shoulder up to hear ear.

He then gave a slight grunt as he felt her hands close around the outline of his cock, and he narrowed his eyes at her as she gripped him. In response, he leaned down and bit on her lower lip, pulling on it roughly with his teeth, and then slapping down harshly on her thigh as she let go, hard enough for the sound to ring out and echo off the walls.

Perhaps you're quite the strategist you think you are. And perhaps, you're instead timid. Overly cautious, biding your time too long, and instead waiting until you fall into a trap of your own.

You know, if we're goign to play around like this, as long as it takes, we really do need to get started earlier in the evenings.


He chuckled before he leaned down to her lips, kissing them softly, as his fingers tugged on her nipple. A good mix of gentle and rough.
 
-her skin rippled under his fingers, his tongue, his lips... yet she moved only enough to gasp and swallow the radiant echo from the solid collision of his hand and her thigh. Her eyes closed and she breathed deeply several times before her bitten lip shown puffy, exaggerated by the smile of darkest joy slowly lighting up her features-

You will learn in time. I am never where I do not wish to be and I hardly ever allow myself to be baited lest it is the game I wish to play.

-the temperature of her lips increased steady as she whispered into his mouth-

Timid, cautious, biding my time... could be correct.... if this were simply just a game of brute strength, you my darling boy, would always win.

but now... you fall

-she left the way she always entered... as a rush of flame; hot, bright and all consuming. Leaving him washed in heat and leaning into nothing-
 
He can't sleep. It's not a concern, not at the moment, since he's typically not quite ready to sleep at this hour...but the lack of sleep had been troubling him lately. It was messing with his health, at least enough to make his feel fuzzy, causing difficulty for all other activities. With a sigh, he settled into the warmth of Hell. The heat was around him as he stretched out his legs. There was no one here, aside from the inanimate staff. They were of no use to him.

He briefly considers the soporific benefits of alcohol Perhaps...well, nothing would be amiss with a single glass of wine. He smiles and helps himself, and the relaxes. It seems he might need to begin formulating another thread idea in order to keep his creative juices flowing. What he needed was another talented co-writer.


Hmmm. Quiet this evening. A completely useless observation, but speaking into the empty air felt reassuring.
 
He's back in Hell, for a second straight night. And for a second night, he's pouring himself a glass of wine, twisting his wine glass slightly to release the aroma of the vintage, and then sipping on it slowly. He's quite content to relax on the couch down here, come what may. His eyes fall closed as he enjoys the comfortable warmth.
 
-= It's been a little while she's stopped by and how ones misses Hell is a curious notion, but she has a soft spot for the place. She comes here for a drink or conversation; tonight is no different. A shimmer, a twinkle and she appears on the couch, her usual spot. Glancing to the bar, she smiles. =- Hi again.
 
He turns to Sia with the glimmer of a smile on his lips. He sips on his wine as he stretches an arm out, resting it on the back out of the couch. She'd appeared on the couch, opposite end from him, as he'd expected. He let his eyes glance down at her legs for a moment before back up to her face.b

Yes, hello again. I'm glad you could join me. I was enjoying our previous conversation. He smirked teasingly and perked an eyebrow at her. Though you never did quite answer my question about temptation.
 
As was I. -= There is an ever present hint of a smile at the corners of her lips as she sits on her side of the couch. She wears a sun dress, purple, thin straps; after all it is rather warm down here. =-

Temptation... actually, I beileve the subject was teasing... allowing the tension to build. -=standing up she walks to the bar signaling the tender.=- Wine, red.

-= leaning against the bar's edge she looks back to Noon.=- And I don't recall a question, but I do recall perhaps the slightest build of tension before you suggested we move the conversation.

-= turning to pick up the glass of wine she looks to him once more.=- I enjoy temptation, teasing, yearning... wanting something so badly you can taste it and even though it might be in your reach you hold back.
 
He nods his head at her, studying her as she walks over. Away from him, and he did not doubt that the separation was perfectly intentional. He smiled. Temptation, teasing, they're quite interrelated. For teasing is simply a method of playing with temptations.

He allowed his eyes to linger on the cleavage her dressed showed, the straps showing bare shoulders and plenty of suggestion of soft skin. He wet his lips, and then took a sip of his own wine glass partially to cover the gesture. Yearning, in fact needing. It's not just holding yourself back, sometimes, it can be reaching out for something, even desperately, knowing how close it is, and it still escapes you. But with each successive grasp, you get closer and closer to realize it, and you know that it's coming at any second.

His eyes dilated slightly as he felt a hint of arousal, finding the conversation stimulating. He allowed her to see, openly, the flicker of desire as he looked at her. He remained seated, though, calmly, waiting to see if she would return to the couch, or if she would remain distant, holding herself aloof, at least for the moment. That's the great thing about indulgence, after all. If you don't allow the cravings to build to a breaking point, you're simply diluting the pleasure of your own enjoyment. Racheting up your own desires until they are all that is present in your mind, that is a true joy.
 
-= She lingers at the bar, wine glass in hand, the rim brought to her lips which brush against the lip of the glass for a moment as her gaze lingers on him, listening to him speak. Eyes watch his lips as the words tumble away and feel like tiny caresses on against her skin. Is it a bit warm? Of course, silly, you're in Hell. Tilting the glass she finally tastes the wine. =- The build is what I enjoy best though...

-= Her voice trails off for another sip of wine before stepping away from the bar and returning to the couch. She elects to remain on her end and sits sideways, so she might face him. Legs crossed the skirt of the dress sliding up to mid thigh.=- There are times when lust and desire don't want to wait and demand to be fulfilled.
 
His grin broadened as she strolled back over to the couch, her lovely figure sliding back down onto it. His eyes could hardly help but to glance down at her legs as they crossed, his gaze seemingly to caress her thigh. He found his tongue sliding out against his lips again, his thought appearing to betray themselves onto his face. Lust, indeed. It's nothing without without a proper build up. Without sufficient tension that gains time to grow and come to fruition.

He lightly ran a hand up through his hair, thoughtfully for a second, as he felt the temperature in the room definitely rising. Then his lips took on an absolutely wicked grin as he looked back at her face. He carefully locked his eyes onto hers, attempting to trap her into his stare. Lust is, in its essence, urgency. The need for immediate satisfaction, to have every need answered immediately and thoroughly. Which is why mastering it only makes it better-to answer it with lazy responses, taking ones time to explore the soft delights offered to them, every enjoyable measure of sweet skin contact, the flavor of each moment, savoring the sensations despite the urgency to reach the culminating moments. Because that only feeds it. and makes it more urgent.

Noon stood then, downing the rest of his win, and then strolled over to stand in front of her, on the couch, so that could lean down over her. He was still smiling, almost an evil grin at this point as his lips hovered in front of her face. His breath was hot, and moved against her nose and cheek. So that when the urgency takes over, and becomes an irresistible force, such that every action is taken with the desperation that it might as well be your last, you just...fall into it....with no time left for any thoughts.

He turned his head head softly and his lips brushed against the soft skin of her cheek...teasingly.
 
-= She watches him closely seeing the temptation she's stirring, yes, her actions have been with purpose. This little dance of words, shared glances, small shifts of the body it swirls together and rises the tension. Another sip of wine though it is meant more as a distraction, an excuse to look away, but he locks their eyes. Unflinching she doesn't look away though there is a flush of warmth to her skin, shading the olive tone pink in the lighter areas of her neck and chest. She has nothing to add to his little speech of temptation, nothing but a nod. Then he stands and she breaks away from his gaze briefly looking down into her glass till she sees his feet stop in front of her. Each breath, a little deeper, she lifts her eyes and is startled to have his face so near. Breath hitches in her throat as his warms her lips and cheeks. Lowering her eyes her chin tilts upwards as his lips tease against her cheek. Oh, there is the temptation. Strong. Holding still she can feel her heart racing. =-

I think you've said everything that might be said on the subject.. -= her voice a whisper, lips nearly brushing against his skin as she spoke.=-
 
He chuckled in response to her words. Her lips were lightly, every so faintly, brushing against his cheek as she spoke. He could smell her breath, as well, the slight hint of the wine upon it, and then scent of her as well, so close to her skin. He then nodded in response to her comment. Words can be a delight... he begins, as he allows his lips to press against her jaw line now. There is much less subtlety in his actions at this point. What is the point in it now? ...but after a certain point, they can just get in the way. These final words were spoke into her ear, directly, a soft whisper, before his mouth pressed against it, kissing her ear, letting her feel his lips and tongue emove now.

There's definitely a delight to be had in looming over her body like this. He has her now just where he wants her, vulnerable, and trapped in a sense. Not that she's making much attempt to escape. He leaned down, resting on hand onto her knee, his fingers feeling the soft sweetness of her skin as he traced it with his fingers. It was a light, fleeting touch, still teasing-almost tickling-even as his mouth moved away from her ear to kiss at the top of her neck. His other hand was on her shoulder, fingers sliding down onto her back and then back up to her skin, stroking her.

He sighed against her skin, a gentle sound of wan pleasure in his current state.
 
-= She feels as if she's been holding her breath since the moment he whispered against her cheek, there is a tighteness in her chest and finally she forces a breath out, a small rush of air from between lips. Yes, words are delightful, she thinks, but then again, so is this. The caress of his lips against her ear, jaw, neck sends a shiver down her spine. A soft sigh, a mild moan and she reaches for him, fingertips brushing against his side inviting him to come in closer. The hand holding the wine glass sneaks out from between them and turning her head away she stretches to set the glass down on a small table. Glancing up her now free hand reaches for his shirt, drawing him closer as her lips brush against chin and then to the corner of his lips.=-
 
He feels her hand on his side, which draws him closer. He nibbles playfully on her sweet, deliciously neck for the moment as he leans in until her can feel her chest against his, the protrusion of her breasts obvious to him. Her soft sigh and her moan delight him-he always loves to hear women make noises for him, and the more unintentional the better. When the sounds just force their way between lips, those are the moments worth enjoying. With a smirk, he moved his hand farther up her smooth thigh, his palm now touching the skin as he strokes higher, than slides his hand back down, caressing the skin. His hand moves higher this time, until it is stopped by the material of her skirt.

He has to pause for a moment, as she turns to set her wine glass aside on the table. He grins as he feels her hand land on one of the buttons, and then her lips turn to mett his. He kisses her mouth back, hungrily, the shared taste of wine and lips and tongue between them. He moans very softly into his mouth before he moves, very intentionally. His body suddenly slides down next to hers, his hands still on her, pulling her body tighter into the kiss, turning her toward him as he sat back down. One hand wrapped around her back and was moving on her, tracing fingertips up and down her spine, while the other was cupping her thigh. Before she realized it, he had settled her into his lap amidst the kiss, sucking on her lip. His eyes glinted wickedly as he cupped her ass, his other hand teasing at the hem of her skirt.


You know, i never complimented you on your dress...it's lovely, he murmured, distractedly, as his lips moved down to her shoulder. He dragged his mouth against her skin until the strap of her dress slipped haphazardly off her shoulder, dangling over her arm. He winked roguishly at her. Woops. He kissed her shoulder again, wriggling his hips lightly beneath her.
 
-= The invitation to come closer is quickly met as are their bodies his chest lightly pressing against firm breasts, the light material of the dress revealing stiff nipples. He feels strong, capable, confident all the qualities that make her weak in the knees had she been standing up. She hated to part their bodies, but that pesky wine glass had to go.

He met her lips with fevor fueling her own desire as their tongues entwine. Softly she moans a sigh as fingers tighten into his shirt drawing herself closer as he sits back down on the couch. It was easy to draw her into his lap, thighs straddling his waist as the skirt of her dress pushes up to the top of her thighs. A smile, a light giggle falls from her lips as he compliments her dress.=- thank you...

-= His "whoops" is met with a laugh, the touch of his lips warm even against her warm skin. Sliding her hands down his chest she plays with the top button of his shirt, teasing to free it from the hole as her lips against his ear. The tip of her tongue licks against the lobe as the first button comes undone and then a second.=- Oops...
 
he felt her dress sliding up her thighs as she moved to straddle him, revealing more and more of the legs he'd admired, once or twice in time. He could see them as he glanced down the length of her body, though his eyes struggled to get past her cleavage, so close beneath his mouth now as he was kissing on her shoulder. His hand on her thigh had dragged higher on her skin, and he slipped it to the inside of her leg, now. He was tracing it up higher and higher as more skin was revealed, dragging his fingertips against her. He heard her giggle at his words, and his actions, as he had loosened her strap, and he smiled back in response. His mouth was at the base of her throat before she turned her head, pressing her lips against his ear.

He felt her hand loosening the buttons on his shirt, and then finding the bare chest beneath. He sighed, and then groaned softly as the teasing touches, the light playfulness of her mouth on his ear. Her breath was hot on his skin.
-Oops- she said, and he grinned, looking back up at her. His eyes twinkled. The hand he had on her ass grabbed and squeezed, caressing it in his grip.

Naughty... he replied, before giving it a very gentle smack. Then he used his grip on it to pull her hips tighter in against him, until she could feel the growing arousal beneath her pressing up against her leg. The tickling fingertips on her thigh had dipped in between them, and were tracing a path up to her crotch, growing closer and closer to the fabric of her panties. He groaned, wanting more and more, as his actions showed-hips moving slightly, gyrating gently, even as his mouth dragged down the top of her chest. He felt the top of her breast against his mouth, and then his hand reached up and slipped the other strap off of her shoulder. He glanced down, and lightly tugged down on the dress...eager to free her breasts to the open air...and to his mouth.
 
-= Her back arches feeling his hands squeeze her ass and teasingly tell her she's naughty. Another light giggle followed by her teeth nipping at his neck just as he gently smacks her ass. Fingertips slide into his shirt to touch the bare skin of his chest. His hands tug on her dress, pulling it down, revealing the round of her breasts and the taunt nipples. A light sigh, the night has so much promise, but her mind is feeling tired and addled. Pressing her lips to his in a slow gentle kiss she moans softly and then bites playfully on his lower lip.=- You are going to hate me... but my head is starting to pound. I do believe I'm in need of sleep. I am sorry.
 
He returns her kiss, sighing into her mouth as he nods. Yes, perhaps it is for the best that they both get some sleep. He savors the soft taste of her mouth as she kisses him, feeling her nipping on his lips. He smirked and then licked his lips as she pulled away, leaving his hand on her ass for the moment.

Very well, I'll let you go. But you definitely owe me a raincheck.

He can't help but to dip his head down to flicks his mouth against a nipple, needing a taste before he lets her go. He flicks his tongue against one of them the hard buds, rocks his lips against it, and then finally lets her go.

Sweet dreams, sweetie...and I'll have to get you eventually. He growls at her playfully.
 
-= She shivers as his lips tease that single nipple and wishes time was on their side. =- Good night and sweet dreams to you.

I suppose the teasing continues ... till next time.. -= she gives him a playful wink before disappearing.-
 
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