The Outlook

[fr33ks33k]

As their lips touched she leaned into the kiss. It was almost as if he knew what she was thinking, and she was very grateful for it. Her eyes closed as lips impacted lips; her hand remained on his chest, trapped between the two of them. She pulled away slowly, eyes still closed, a smile took her face.

Her eyes slowly opened, batted; her heart began to flutter. She leaned away somewhat, just for a moment, to retrieve her hand, then rested her forearms gently on his shoulders, hands tucked inward, touching the back of his neck like a lady would whilst dancing slowly with her man; She stepped a bit closer to him, looking up into his eyes, lips dangerously close, noses touching, stomachs touching, chests touching. She giggled softly.

"Shall we... get out?" she asked softly. "Or...?"

Only if you're hungry. Otherwise...

*He trailed off as his hands found purchase on her hips, their mouths meeting once more. The friction of their bodies felt wonderful, the rushing waters swirling about them as the tides came and went*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He abandoned his chess game, and, after much wandering, found his way to the docks, and took a seat beside the girl whom he had so... 'affectionately' called Katherina. He avoided eye contact as he deadpanned at his former immaturity, before finally speaking up. "Hey. Sorry about earlier... I was being a little too immature, and got carried away with my pranks." He offered her his hand. "I don't expect you to forgive me or to really sympathize with such a lame excuse, but I won't offer you any other reason why I acted that way, since there isn't another reason for me to provide. So, shall we move on?"

She turned her head to regard him, in silence, letting the moment stretch before she spoke.

"It's the Lady Thyri you owe an apology to," she spoke softly into the evening. Then turning slightly sideways, toward him, she offered her hand, "I'm Caitlin, Cait for short or even DW if you prefer."

 

[M2VIIDS]

He took her hand, and shook it firmly, before releasing it and then lying back, letting his head rest on the wood of the dock, looking up into the star-filled night sky with a distant look on his face, hands behind his head. "I did apologize... I had no intention of making her feel foolish, or upset, or of even doing as much as appearing condescending..." He sighed with frustration, still not sitting up, just looking up at the stars. "I actually do legitimately respect her kindness... I just have a strange way in which I go about doing things, is all. I'm immature one minute, and then researching nanomedicine during the next. I'm an exotic individual, and I was already willing to bet cash that I'd end up upsetting SOMEBODY..." He finally sat up, and looked from the docks, staring at the distant, pitch-black horizon. "It sucks when people misinterpret your meaning... But I guess I'm to blame here. What I did probably did appear rather condescending. But it's not like I mean it when I say mean things... I hate it when people are mean or when people just get other people upset for the hell of it..." He groans and then throws his head back, hitting it on the wooden dock. He hissed in pain, before muttering. "Self-discipline administered...."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He took her hand, and shook it firmly, before releasing it and then lying back, letting his head rest on the wood of the dock, looking up into the star-filled night sky with a distant look on his face, hands behind his head. "I did apologize... I had no intention of making her feel foolish, or upset, or of even doing as much as appearing condescending..." He sighed with frustration, still not sitting up, just looking up at the stars. "I actually do legitimately respect her kindness... I just have a strange way in which I go about doing things, is all. I'm immature one minute, and then researching nanomedicine during the next. I'm an exotic individual, and I was already willing to bet cash that I'd end up upsetting SOMEBODY..." He finally sat up, and looked from the docks, staring at the distant, pitch-black horizon. "It sucks when people misinterpret your meaning... But I guess I'm to blame here. What I did probably did appear rather condescending. But it's not like I mean it when I say mean things... I hate it when people are mean or when people just get other people upset for the hell of it..." He groans and then throws his head back, hitting it on the wooden dock. He hissed in pain, before muttering. "Self-discipline administered...."

Leaning back on her hands, she continued her perusal of the night sky.

"Stop beating yourself up over it. When you mess up, you fix it," she shrugged lightly, "What is your name again? I didn't catch it the first time around."

 

[ObscureInsanity]

Only if you're hungry. Otherwise...

*He trailed off as his hands found purchase on her hips, their mouths meeting once more. The friction of their bodies felt wonderful, the rushing waters swirling about them as the tides came and went*

Lips claimed lips again. A tremble ran up her spine as his hands rested on her hips. She tried so tenaciously to quell little inklings of need and want that gnawed at her psyche. A hunger burned inside of her, secret yearnings to be touched, to be savored, to be completed. She would never voice such things, but kiss after kiss, touch after touch her impeccable fortification of quiet, timid mannerisms was starting to crumble. She didn't want to embarrass herself; she pulled away again, allowing a gap between them. Her arms fell at her side; her heart rushing, no, soaring far above her.

She blushed, turning her head slight, grabbing at her arm, across her chest. Fear struck her, it was probably unwarranted, much like her fear of heights, but... she didn't want him to think of her as a poor lover: what if she was awful? She knew the question was not raised: nor would it be, as things like that tended to happen when two people with chemistry this strong gravitated toward each other. She glanced back at him with her eyes only, her face still drawn towards the sea; a flash of desperate need shone through her almond brown eyes: as if she needed him to coax her into believing it was okay, these aching little needs growing within her.

 

[M2VIIDS]

"Dave Steele." He flashed a goofy, hilarious smile that spread over his entire face, with a serious glint in his eyes. "And I've got nothing to say to that. Punishment, it is not. Punishment is when you don't want pain and someone puts it onto you for doing something wrong... Meh. It's punishment. I can't argue something like that..."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Dave Steele." He flashed a goofy, hilarious smile that spread over his entire face, with a serious glint in his eyes. "And I've got nothing to say to that. Punishment, it is not. Punishment is when you don't want pain and someone puts it onto you for doing something wrong... Meh. It's punishment. I can't argue something like that..."

She shot him an amused look before her green eyes sought a certain constellation in the sky.

"Welcome to the Outlook, Dave Steele. I would offer you a wee bit of advise? Get to know the people here first and let them know you, before you start acting obnoxious. Sometimes, people have had a rough day in the real world and come here to relax and visit with friends."

 

[fr33ks33k]

Lips claimed lips again. A tremble ran up her spine as his hands rested on her hips. She tried so tenaciously to quell little inklings of need and want that gnawed at her psyche. A hunger burned inside of her, secret yearnings to be touched, to be savored, to be completed. She would never voice such things, but kiss after kiss, touch after touch her impeccable fortification of quiet, timid mannerisms was starting to crumble. She didn't want to embarrass herself; she pulled away again, allowing a gap between them. Her arms fell at her side; her heart rushing, no, soaring far above her.

She blushed, turning her head slight, grabbing at her arm, across her chest. Fear struck her, it was probably unwarranted, much like her fear of heights, but... she didn't want him to think of her as a poor lover: what if she was awful? She knew the question was not raised: nor would it be, as things like that tended to happen when two people with chemistry this strong gravitated toward each other. She glanced back at him with her eyes only, her face still drawn towards the sea; a flash of desperate need shone through her almond brown eyes: as if she needed him to coax her into believing it was okay, these aching little needs growing within her.

*She pulled away again, retreating into her shy little shell, her arm over her bosom, eyes darting from the tides to his face. He would not have any of that, not now. The moments they were sharing were too great to let them fall now. He moved closer to her again, resting his hands on either side of her face, holding her with his gaze as well. He smiled softly, speaking just the same*

There's nothing to be worried about Kay. Just let yourself move with your feelings. Those things that stir beneath the surface, they deserve to be released. You can't keep them in forever, otherwise you might just pop like a bubble.

*He sealed his statement with a kiss, gentle yet insistent, using it as a way to solidify the points he'd made*

 

[M2VIIDS]

He half-smiles, and then lets himself fall back onto the dock again, not hurting himself, but looking at the stars as a whole. "I'll try, but I can't make any promises. I did promise to be a smartass." He teased, before becoming more serious again. "Why do you look at the stars?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He half-smiles, and then lets himself fall back onto the dock again, not hurting himself, but looking at the stars as a whole. "I'll try, but I can't make any promises. I did promise to be a smartass." He teased, before becoming more serious again. "Why do you look at the stars?"

"So long as you can handle the sarcasm that will come your way," she flashed him a glance from serious eyes, the color of which had grown darker at his question, " They remind of me of how truly insignificant I am. I am but a minute particle in the greater scheme of things. It humbles me. Also, they bring me what the sea does, peace and comfort. When I am crying on the inside, be it night or day, when I am restless, when I am so angry at myself or the world, these things restore my balance."

 

[ObscureInsanity]

*She pulled away again, retreating into her shy little shell, her arm over her bosom, eyes darting from the tides to his face. He would not have any of that, not now. The moments they were sharing were too great to let them fall now. He moved closer to her again, resting his hands on either side of her face, holding her with his gaze as well. He smiled softly, speaking just the same*

There's nothing to be worried about Kay. Just let yourself move with your feelings. Those things that stir beneath the surface, they deserve to be released. You can't keep them in forever, otherwise you might just pop like a bubble.

*He sealed his statement with a kiss, gentle yet insistent, using it as a way to solidify the points he'd made*

She offered a quiet, protestant "but..." before he stole her lips again. She really didn't want to protest it, she didn't. She wanted to embrace it wholeheartedly, allow him to enter her little dreary world and bring light to it. She let go of her own arm and reached out for him, palms gently placed on his shoulder blades, nails gently grazing down his skin in the small space between fingertip and palm. She kissed back, allowing her eyes to shut, her mind to wander, feelings to control. Her heart pounded in her ears, cheeks grew hot with shyness, but she didn't much mind it or withdraw from it: it's just the way she was, after all.

 

[fr33ks33k]

She offered a quiet, protestant "but..." before he stole her lips again. She really didn't want to protest it, she didn't. She wanted to embrace it wholeheartedly, allow him to enter her little dreary world and bring light to it. She let go of her own arm and reached out for him, palms gently placed on his shoulder blades, nails gently grazing down his skin in the small space between fingertip and palm. She kissed back, allowing her eyes to shut, her mind to wander, feelings to control. Her heart pounded in her ears, cheeks grew hot with shyness, but she didn't much mind it or withdraw from it: it's just the way she was, after all.

*Their embrace flowed naturally, his hands sliding down her neck, slipping back to her hips as her own fingers caressed his shoulders. His eyes closed as well, lost in the moment. The sound of the waves crashing mingled with the small noises their kissing gave off. He could feel her heart beating as her chest rose and fell against him, and the calming rhythm only furthered his desire to keep kissing her. It was like a scene from a romance, despite the clichéd notion. And it was a wonderful scene.*

 

[M2VIIDS]

He grinned, and then raised an eyebrow. "Bring it on~" He goaded playfully, before looking back to the stars. "The stars inspire me.... So I guess that it's just an example how people can interpret things so differently." He shrugged it off, and seemed to emit a light aura of confidence, that grew larger and larger, by minuscule amounts every second he stared at the stars.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He grinned, and then raised an eyebrow. "Bring it on~" He goaded playfully, before looking back to the stars. "The stars inspire me.... So I guess that it's just an example how people can interpret things so differently." He shrugged it off, and seemed to emit a light aura of confidence, that grew larger and larger, by minuscule amounts every second he stared at the stars.

She shot him an amused look, "Oh trust me, Dave Steele. You weren't too far off likening me to Kate. People inspire me."

 

[M2VIIDS]

"Neither was I exaggerating when likening myself to Petruchio." He closed his eyes, seemingly calm, before flashing Caitlin a sadistic smirk, one of confidence, greed, lust, wrath, and power. Then, he returned immediately back to his simple self. "I wouldn't mind taming you then, Katherina~" He moaned playfully, before he stood up, and then shouted. It wasn't even a word, it wasn't really anything other than a shout. His grin was wider than it had been any other time the entire day, and he laughed to himself. "I've been wanting to do that all day." He shoved his hands into his pockets, and pulled his glasses up over his forehead, smugly grinning as he looked up into the sky. he took a fist from his pocket then, and thrust that fist towards the sky, looking at the sky with a determined smile.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Neither was I exaggerating when likening myself to Petruchio." He closed his eyes, seemingly calm, before flashing Caitlin a sadistic smirk, one of confidence, greed, lust, wrath, and power. Then, he returned immediately back to his simple self. "I wouldn't mind taming you then, Katherina~" He moaned playfully, before he stood up, and then shouted. It wasn't even a word, it wasn't really anything other than a shout. His grin was wider than it had been any other time the entire day, and he laughed to himself. "I've been wanting to do that all day." He shoved his hands into his pockets, and pulled his glasses up over his forehead, smugly grinning as he looked up into the sky. he took a fist from his pocket then, and thrust that fist towards the sky, looking at the sky with a determined smile.

She waved a hand so the music flowed down to them from the Outlook proper.

It was a simple trick really. In a flash, she hooked a hand around his ankle and tugged, hard. Since he was standing on the end of the dock, there was only one way to go and it wasn't into the wood.

 

[M2VIIDS]

He fell into the ocean. And now his shirt was ruined, and he was cold and wet. But, he got vengeance, at least. He DID manage to grab her hand that grabbed his ankle, so he at least didn't have to go down alone. And that was victory enough.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He fell into the ocean. And now his shirt was ruined, and he was cold and wet. But, he got vengeance, at least. He DID manage to grab her hand that grabbed his ankle, so he at least didn't have to go down alone. And that was victory enough.

Her swearing abruptly came to halt as she hit the water. She came up coughing lightly as she slicked back her hair, turning her head as she searched for the troublemaker. She tread water as she spotted him. The glare in her eyes gave way to laughter.

"Well done, Petruchio. Well done." She tipped her head back and laughed.

 

[M2VIIDS]

He smirked back at her, and felt himself laugh as well, red hair falling over his eyes, as he stood in the water. He was unlucky, however, because he was hit in the back of the head by a wave, which traveled from over the back of his head to over the front of his head, causing him to sit there, with a starfish on his head, before he spouted water from his mouth like a fountain, deadpanning at his misfortune and cursing whatever god had done this to him.

MEANWHILE:
THE ACTUAL DAVE STEELE(ALIAS) IS FEELING A STRANGE CHILL RUN DOWN HIS BACK.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He smirked back at her, and felt himself laugh as well, red hair falling over his eyes, as he stood in the water. He was unlucky, however, because he was hit in the back of the head by a wave, which traveled from over the back of his head to over the front of his head, causing him to sit there, with a starfish on his head, before he spouted water from his mouth like a fountain, deadpanning at his misfortune and cursing whatever god had done this to him.

MEANWHILE:
THE ACTUAL DAVE STEELE(ALIAS) IS FEELING A STRANGE CHILL RUN DOWN HIS BACK.

She couldn't help but laugh at him more before she swam over to him and gently removed the starfish, placing it gently back into the ocean. "That might well have Apollo you have to thank for that small gift."

 

[ObscureInsanity]

*Their embrace flowed naturally, his hands sliding down her neck, slipping back to her hips as her own fingers caressed his shoulders. His eyes closed as well, lost in the moment. The sound of the waves crashing mingled with the small noises their kissing gave off. He could feel her heart beating as her chest rose and fell against him, and the calming rhythm only furthered his desire to keep kissing her. It was like a scene from a romance, despite the clichéd notion. And it was a wonderful scene.*

She reveled in the kiss, each moment that it lingered and intensified nearly buckled her knees, made her feel faint. Deep emotion passed through them, as though their lips were the conductor and their passion were electricity. Even after she broke the kiss she lingered close, taking small pecks from his lips, some longer than others. She wanted him, God, she wanted him: little images flashed through her mind; she smiled a devious little smile, knowing her cheeks shown rosy because of the thoughts and urges surging through her. She didn't care, not in the least.

Despite their radiated heat, she was quite cold. She gently reached for his hands, taking them in hers, and wandered backwards, pulling him towards her, with her, towards the beach. Her hungry eyes kept constant on his, never faltering or averting: she felt she could actually trust this, all of it, as more than just coincidence. Fate had a play here, and she would see to it that fate got its way.

 

[M2VIIDS]

Had he been cold enough, he would've sneezed on her. But he wasn't. So instead, he just decided to have a little fun, reminiscent of where his new nickname(or so he had found Petruchio) came from. He smirked rather sadistically again, before taking her hands into his, and he pressed his lips against hers. Just a simple touching of lips, nothing more. "'Twas Petruchio that kissed his shrew in this comedy~" He moaned as he ducked under the water,still holding onto her wrists, but not pulling her down. Instead, he released her wrists while he was underwater, and then swam around her, popping up behind her, and desperately heading towards dry land, his only hope for survival. "And so, Petruchio shall have yet to receive his dowry... But to take the dowry which I so desperately long for, I must be alive to take it!!"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Had he been cold enough, he would've sneezed on her. But he wasn't. So instead, he just decided to have a little fun, reminiscent of where his new nickname(or so he had found Petruchio) came from. He smirked rather sadistically again, before taking her hands into his, and he pressed his lips against hers. Just a simple touching of lips, nothing more. "'Twas Petruchio that kissed his shrew in this comedy~" He moaned as he ducked under the water,still holding onto her wrists, but not pulling her down. Instead, he released her wrists while he was underwater, and then swam around her, popping up behind her, and desperately heading towards dry land, his only hope for survival. "And so, Petruchio shall have yet to receive his dowry... But to take the dowry which I so desperately long for, I must be alive to take it!!"

She blinked, she growled, then she dove under the water and swam after him. Catching his ankle again, she yanked downward before releasing him and surfaced. She quickly stroked back to the shore, coming out of the water, her sarong plastered to her body, leaving little to the imagination. With narrowed eyes, that bode not well for the male redhead, she squeezed water from her hair.

 

[M2VIIDS]

He was caught, but he didn't mind too much. What he did mind however, was the image that she was setting with the clothing which clung readily to her body, leaving little to his imagination, but at the same time putting way too much into his imagination. He closed his eyes, blushing, before looking away.

"You know...I think I'd give you a nine-point-six out of ten." He looked over her body now, resigning to his fate, and deciding to at least go out saying whatever the damn hell he pleased. He didn't even try to kick free of her ankle... In fact, he seemed to ready for this. If he had expected this outcome, why do it in the first place? He either had a plan or was just plain stupid.

He quickly reached forward, grabbing her sarong, and then pulling it as hard as he could. The fabric didn't withstand the pull, however, causing it to rip.

...

He was JUST PLAIN STUPID...

 

[fr33ks33k]

She reveled in the kiss, each moment that it lingered and intensified nearly buckled her knees, made her feel faint. Deep emotion passed through them, as though their lips were the conductor and their passion were electricity. Even after she broke the kiss she lingered close, taking small pecks from his lips, some longer than others. She wanted him, God, she wanted him: little images flashed through her mind; she smiled a devious little smile, knowing her cheeks shown rosy because of the thoughts and urges surging through her. She didn't care, not in the least.

Despite their radiated heat, she was quite cold. She gently reached for his hands, taking them in hers, and wandered backwards, pulling him towards her, with her, towards the beach. Her hungry eyes kept constant on his, never faltering or averting: she felt she could actually trust this, all of it, as more than just coincidence. Fate had a play here, and she would see to it that fate got its way.

*It was glorious to feel her letting go of the apprehension she'd held so close. Each meeting of their lips was more insistent; and then she'd pulled back. Her cheeks were the color of fresh cherries, but the shyness was only part of the source. When she took his hands, he followed obediently. Their eyes were locked in a passionate stare, neither one wishing to see it broken. Eventually they left the water, bodies dripping with the salty remnants of the sea. He felt his heart beating faster now, seeing her take the lead.*