Renots

[Paendragon]

Deacon looked at her intently. He pressed himself against her. His face moved closer to hers. He swayed his hips with the music, grinding back on her.

His lips were so close to her, she had to be able to feel his breath on her cheek.

He had forgotten about the rest of the group for the moment. It was as if it were only the two of them.

He leaned in to kiss her... finally...

 

[Trist]

Mog was almost surprised as Deacon's lips lightly touched her own; sure, she had thought about it happening... But was it really?

The girl closed her eyes and wrapped her arms about Deacon's shoulders.

 

[Paendragon]

Deacon placed his other hand on her other hip. He pressed his lips to hers, gently forcing them open. He slid his tongue along her lips, and licked the corner of her mouth softly.

He could feel his body responding to her. The music and the others were forgotten. The kiss deepened...

 

[soliloquy]

Macy

"C'mon, anybody gonna help me here?" She staggered out of the kitchen. "Have beer, must--" she stopped, mid-sentence. Deacon and Mog were engaged in a soft, sensual kiss. Macy dropped her beer. She quickly struggled to pick it up and ran back into the kitchen.

She began to talk to herself as she shuffled through kitchen drawers. "Where the hell is that bottle opener? Never can find a goddamn thing in this place." She opened a drawer a bit too hard and it came crashing to the ground, silverware spilling about.

Suddenly, she realized how ridiculous this all was. She began to laugh. Sitting in the middle of the kitchen, surrounded by silverware, laughing. Such was Macy's life.

She discovered the bottle opener amidst the forks and spoons and opened her beer. She took a good gulp, and then struggled to get up.

 

[Trist]

Mog brought her tongue into Deacon's mouth, her eagerness becoming obvious in the passion and depth of her kiss.

Mog's hand trailed up into Deacon's hair, her fingertips massaging his scalp tenderly. Soon she found that they were no longer dancing -- simply standing, making out in the middle of the room.

 

[Paendragon]

He slid his hands to the small of her back, kissing her back with equal passion. Goddamn, he wanted her!

He pulled her tighter against him... he could feel her body against his, all her curves. To his embarrassment, he could feel himself swelling slightly in his jeans... he tried to shift so she wouldn't notice.

 

[soliloquy]

Macy

Macy returned to the couch, leaving the silverware on the ground. She sucked down her beer, watching the seductive non-dance Mog and Deacon were involved in. She began to feel the stirrings inside her as she pressed the cold bottle to her breast.

Zoey and Travis seemed to be oblivious to the near coupling that was taking place in front of them, but Macy was keenly aware. She laid her head down on the arm of the couch and took another gulp of beer. She set the bottle down and pulled a blanket over her so that no one would notice her hardening nipples. She watched them as if they were a scene in a movie, with rapt attention.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Travis

The song came to an end, and Trav shook his head, finally opening his eyes: and the first thing he saw was Mog and Deacon, making out right smack bang in the middle of their "dance floor". When did that happen?
Trav's eyes then moved across to the couch, where Macy was lying, her eyes on Mog and Deacon.
"The poor girl..." was his first thought as he made his way into the kitchen to grab another beer. He raised an eyebrow when he saw the pile of cutlery all over the kitchen floor.
"Hey, someone's gonna get hurt!" he thought, before picking up the cutlery and placing it back in the half-open drawer that they must have come out of. After he had cleaned them up, he shook his head with a lopsided grin, and went to the fridge to get a beer. After popping the cap, he moved back out and took a seat on the arm of the couch, just over Macy's feet, and took a long swig from the bottle.

 

[soliloquy]

Macy

She didn't know how long Travis had been sitting there before she noticed. She quickly took her hand from her breast and sat up. No use moping. This was a party.

She tugged on his arm until he fell on her, sloshing some beer on the carpet. "So, Trav, tell me something I don't know."

She eyed Mog and Deacon out of the corner of her eye, but returned her gaze to Travis. "And where'd Zoey get to, anyway?"

 

[Dark Warrior]

Travis

Trav looked down at Macy, who was now directly underneath him. Maybe seeing Deacon and Mog going at it had made her frisky or something.
"Zoey? I think I saw her going to the toilet..." Trav said with a smile. His eyes then turned to Mog and Deacon, and then back to Macy. He had seen her looking at them.
"Look, Macy," he said, lowering his voice so the others wouldn't hear him, "it's not like Mog is the only person in the world. Plenty of fish in the sea, and I'm sure there's one interested in a gorgeous, interesting chick like yourself."

 

[soliloquy]

Macy

<Imitating Sandra Bullock in Miss Congeniality> "You think I'm gorgeous, you want to date me...Aw, you're just trying to cheer me up, Trav. Good guy. So why are you not up and dancing...oh yeah, nobody else is. WHatcha wanna do?"

 

[Dark Warrior]

Travis

Trav grinned at Macy's attitude. "You know Macy, I just want to talk. Reckon we should leave these two to it?"

 

[soliloquy]

Macy

"Well, where do you want to go? Wanna help me pick up the silverware I left all over the kitchen floor?" She laughed and flipped her hair over her shoulder.

"Night, night, lovebirds!"

 

[Dark Warrior]

Travis

"Uh, so that was YOU! I've already cleaned up the silverware. You could've hurt someone, you know." Trav said with a smile, mockingly serious. "Let's just go to your room or outside or something. Leave these two to whatever they want to get up to..." he said suggestively, looking across at Deacon and Mog, wondering whether the two of them were paying attention to anything else that was happening in the room. Trav got up off the couch and Macy, stretching as he waited for Macy.

 

[soliloquy]

Macy

Macy stretched and got up, putting on her Adidas tennis shoes and jacket. "Why not a walk? You and I hardly ever talk. Might be nice to get to know one another. It's not too cold for you, is it?"

 

[Dark Warrior]

Travis

"Sounds good to me." Travis said as the two of them left Deacon and Mog behind in the room, making their way out to the hallway. "Shall we wait for Zo? I'm sure she'd rather come with us than stay here with those two." he whispered to Macy, wanting no one to hear them.

 

[soliloquy]

Macy

"Yes, of course. Never a party without Zoey! You wanna go get her, or me? I hope she's not throwing up or anything."

Macy just wanted to get out of there and let Deacon and Mog have their fun...and she wanted to have some fun of her own.

 

[AngelBaby]

Zoey

OOC: Damn these stupid time differences. If you guys need to, just write me in character where necessary, I don't mind. That way I won't miss all the action

IC:

Zoey finished up in the bathroom, hoping no one was missing her, then decided it was highly unlikely. They were dancing when she left; well, except for Travis, who was lost in the music, as usual.

She made her way back into the room, heading through the dining room, and was surprised to find that Travis and Macy had disappeared, and Deacon and Mog were...well, waaaay into what they were doing. She slowly and softly backed away, and then headed back where she came from, through the passageway and into the kitchen, where she found Travis and Macy, who were engaged in a conversation.

"Did you see that - that - that?" Zoey practically stuttered, trying to find the right word and eventually giving up.

The looks that the two shot her were enough to convince her that they most certainly had.

"Right. Is there a room in here where we won't hear the wonderful sounds of those two sucking face?" she asked.

 

[soliloquy]

Macy

Macy grinned at Zoey. "We were just about to take a walk. Wanna come? The cool air might do something to take the heat down a notch!" She laughed, and brushed a hair off Zoey's face. "Doesn't that ever bother you Zo-Zo?"

She opened the door, and in a drunken imitation of a doorman, waved them through.

"Oh, hey...let me grab a beer. Anybody need one?" She grabbed a beer for each and they made their way into the crisply cool night.

 

[Trist]

Mog broke the kiss as she heard the front door shut. She looked to the couch, then leaned back to look into the kitchen.

"Uh... I think everyone left us, Deacon." She looked back into his beautiful eyes. "Think we offended them?"

 

[Paendragon]

Deacon was as startled as Mog that they were alone.

"I hope not," he said sincerely, thinking especially about Macy.

He looked at Mog. "I can't say that I mind being alone with you right now... but if you want to go after them, for any reason..."

 

[Trist]

Mog paused a moment. "No, no... If they left, they either had the intention of letting us be alone, or they just didn't want to hang out with us. It'd be better if we just stayed here."

Mog smiled softly. "Question is what we're going to do while we're alone."

 

[soliloquy]

Macy

Macy was trying to push down her jealousy of Deacon with imbibement, she supposed. Though she had always rooted for Mog and Deacon getting together, there had always been a slightly loving urge to protect the girl. Macy had never told Mog that she was bisexual because she didn't have any experience to share from it. It was all feelings, which became more and more clear as they continued rooming together. When Mog told her, Macy had been shocked, but very pleased. But, life goes on.

Macy began staggerdly running down the street yelling, "The Renot's Rock!" Macy always had a way of hiding her feelings by expending a great deal of energy or joking. That is why she had run into the kitchen, and had not pursued the conversation. Definitely a one-on-one conversation.

"You're out of control, Macy," Zoey laughed.

"You're goddamn right! I'm so wired! I wanna do something great! Something fun! Let's wake the neighborhood," she shouted in a slurred voice. She was definitely reaching her limit, but she didn't care. She took a swig of the beer in her hand and threw it against a tree.

"C'mon Macy," Travis said. "That's enough. We don't wanna bail your ass out of jail."

"And just what would you like to do with my ass, Travis, boy?" She was definitely near gone.

 

[Paendragon]

"I'll give you a hint," he whispered.

He slid his hands lower, over her ass, and pulled her against him, not caring anymore if she felt how aroused he was. He kissed her deeply again.

 

[Trist]

Mog couldn't help but giggle. She returned the kiss, but didn't let it last too long.

"So, Deacon, are you saying you wanna fuck me?" The broad grin on her face was an obvious sign that that was what she wanted, but she couldn't help but take the time to soak up some verbal attention.