. that sort of girl -- k

[abby]

SHE wan’t that sort of girl! She swore! She wasn’t the sort the sort of girl who dragged her cookies out of bed at all hours, shed her pajams, went half-way across town to the only twenty-four hour bakery, then half way back the other way to some guy’s apartment. She was… the sort of girl who dragged her cookies out off bed at all hours—Abigail Sighed. That was such a depressing thought. She did not want to be that girl. And usually, she wasn’t. She made the boys or girls) haul ass to her. So why was freaken’ K so special? God, this would really stroke his ego wouldn’t it? That kid was far too lucky when it came to Abigail. He got more from her then a lot of people could ever expect. He better bloody appreciate it.

CERTAIN that he did, in fact, appreciate just how lucky he was, Abigail felt herself smile slightly. It wasn’t like it was such a big deal anyway. All she’d done was go to the twenty-four hour bakery she often stumbled into while drunk and brought a custard pie. I mean, she wanted pie and possibly six, making out at the least. So really, she was pleasing herself by all of this. If it just so happened that Killian ended up enjoying the little night-time romp. Well then, that would just be an added bonus to the whole thing. She wasn’t going about this whole thing for his pleasure alone. And really, that was the important thing now wasn’t it? If she was doing it all for his pleasure. Well, then they would have a problem. Of course sometimes she did give him a happy just for the sake of it—Arg, she needed a drink or something, she shut her mind up.

SHAME she hadn’t thought of it earlier. While she was dressing. She was sure she had booze stashed around the dorm-room somewhere. Man, she needed to move out of the dorms. They were so…blah. Yet cheap. Which completely trumped blah. She had like no money, so living out of school would have been a huge deal. Sure, she had a job as a waitress, but it really wasn’t enough money to support her partying habits, let alone rent as well. It wasn’t that bad she supposed. At least she didn’t have to drag her bottom too far for classes. She could be a rather lazy girl when it came to doing things she had no desire to do you know.

CAREFULLY, the blonde placed the pie box down on the low wall near the entrance to the apartment. It was rather late, so she didn’t want to just knock. Besides that was the more mundane way of informing the young man of her presence. If she really wanted the night to be something a little more out of the ordinary, she needed to think outside the box. Slipping her hand into the pocket of her skin-tight jeans, Abby pulled out her phone with some effort. They sure looked good, but were not exactly the most practical thing she owned. Especially when she wasn’t carrying a purse. Just her phone, keys and some cash in the pockets. Oh well, at least she figured that was the last time she’d need to pull anything from her pockets that night. No way K was sending her home when she looked so fuck-able in her low-cut white blouse, skinny jeans, and sexy –ass red heals. If he did, he was a tool.

SHAKING her head, to get hair from her face, Abigail slid her phone open. With quick fingers, those that belonged to a world-renowned text whore, she typed a shirt but hopefully enticing message. COME DOWNSTAIRS IF YOU ARE STILL ‘HUNGRY’. Not her finest flirtation text, but not bad. Besides, the capital letters would get his attention. Which was really the plan. The rest she could do when he got downstairs. After pressing send, she slipped her phone away. Praying that if he was asleep, he’d hear the phone and bother to read the message. Because really, she didn’t fancy having to wait for him. Or send another text or even (god forbid) call. That really would be trying just too hard..

COUNT. 712
TAG. MR K-DIZZLE
NOTES. pretty sure this will get ‘mature’ rated, even just in her thoughts. Consider this a warning any lurkers

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[klr]

“That’s just fucking bollocks…” The coarse Irish accented voice of it’s owner seemed to echo through out the halls. The dark unoccupied one bedroom in West Philly seemed to give an even more empowering back drop as well as some rustling could be heard from the bedroom and loud smack of hand against technology. “Fucking BOLLOCKS!” There was another loud thwack, more rustling and some plunking of finger tips on keys. The tone set was not one of a welcoming one.

The reason in question could be found in a large bundle of blankets located some where down the hall, on a queen sized bed. The bundle was comprised of a black down blanket and some pillows having located itself precisely in front of a computer screen. It's pixelated light seemed harsh in comparison to it's lurid surroundings, and the frozen image of Natalie Portman in V for Vendetta had plastered itself fullscreen on it's monitor. The bundle seemed to rustle as a low groan escaped it's folds. "Come on, MegaVideo - it's the best part..."

From a small gap in it's layers, a pair of angry green eyes had planted themself on the monitor as a hunter viewed it's prey. It could be assumed that fierce glare that was being performed was owned by the same hand that had emerged once more to smack at the computer monitor. "Piece of shit, what the hell. Fuckin' - what in the fuck...I swear..." profanities synchronized with each swat at the Acer model, the train of though something along the lines of beating it into submission so that the internet would work. Illogical, sure. But who had time to be logical at...well, this time in the morning.

More limbs emerged from the bundle - a leg here, another arm there, and than a head. A head known by the name of Killian Reagan. A very angry, some what tired, insomniac ridden, Killian Reagan. Who's net was refusing to work at this ungodly hour of the morning. Which, as any college student knew, was a recipe for disaster. The internet wasn't just, well, the internet, it was a source for...well, life, when it came to this time of night. Daytime? After all, where else could he watch old "The Tick" reruns, get free porn, research politics, and find out when his favorite bands were coming to town?
No where but the internet. That's where. And now that there was none, the Irishman let out a low growl in disapproval to sum up his emotions after a interminable string of profanities, and got himself out of bed.

It was a slow process. One foot after the other, calloused and paint stained hands grasping the sides of the bed as he shifted a little in his seat to adjust his clothing into a more comfortable position. Raising at a glacial pace, he lumbered over to the light switch and flicked it on, illuminating the master bedroom. A horrific site, to say the least. Paint stained the floors as half worked on canvases spralled all over an allready poster plastered wall. A pile of dirty clothes lay tucked in his closet as if trying to escape and all the covers that were once neatly made on the mattress were rapped in a psuedo coccoon in the center of the bed before his once adored laptop. Killian wasn't much of a brilliant site either.

Scratching the back of his head, it was only expected to experience some bedhead issues (although he hadn't even fallen asleep yet). He replaced his hand to his stomach, scratching it and emitting a loud and over pronounced yawn before approaching the laptop and smacking it shut in disdain. Just when you though you could count on something to keep you entertained, right? Or at least, that was his thought until the sound of a vibrating cellphone caught his attention. Adjusting his boxers, which were the only thing to currently cover him, he crawled across the girth of the bed to the opposite night table to retrieve the device, flipped it open and noted the message.

Abby. Outside. Hungry.

His heart skipped out of excitement.
Just when he thought his amusement for the night had failed...

It didn't take much deliberation once he had tossed the ATT phone back onto the mattress before he took his plan of action - and a half assed one at that. With a shirt in one hand and an intent for what ever Ms. Stone was offering in the other, he could have been clocked at fifty miles an hour with the speed that he found himself tredding down the stairs and unlocking the door. Pulling the black-band t-shirt on for fear of what ever the night air had in store for him, he unbolted the door and opened it with high expectations. And judging by the low cut white top and adorable smile that greeted him, they had been met.

"I don't remember calling for a delivery," He remarked, accent a little heavy due to his dreary nature, "But I've got some cash to buy what ever you're peddling and I'm a good tipper too." There was a soft smile on his lips as the nerdy line was delivered, but he was sure she wouldn't mind. After all, door to door service was something to brag about when it came to some one as attractive as Ms. Abigail Stone."

[abby]

EYEING off the pie box, it took all the self control she could muster not to open the box and start in on the custardy treat. She was pretty hungry, and it had smelt so very tasty all the way over. However what would it look like if he came out to her stuffing her face? Yeah no, really not at all flattering. She could be a rather, erm, sensual eater when she wanted to be, but she also could be a rather un-attractive pig when no one was watching. No points for guessing which one she’d probably be while she waited for the boy. He’d probably be completely turned off seeing her with pie all over the place, and that would blow the whole evening. Besides, it was rude to start without him, wasn’t it? I mean, if she undid her pants and started in on the second half of the plan without him--..

HIS voice cut off her thoughts. Which was probably a good thing. Abigail’s mind could be a rather nasty place sometimes. Definitely not a place for the kiddies. What could she say? She had a dirty dirty mind. Honestly though, she’d never had any complaints about the thoughts she chose to share with people. Of course that may have been due to the stunned silence she left anyone that would have protested in. A smile tugged on her lips as she looked up through her lashes at the man. She knew her eyes were an asset, and just how to exploit that as much as she could. ”Oh, I’m sorry..” she purred softly. Trying to keep the excitement at seeing him from marring her features. ”Did I text you? I meant to text the guy across the road..”

IT didn’t take very long for the smirk to break free on her lips. Breaking her joke. Though it had been fairly obvious a farce to begin with. She hadn’t been trying very hard at all. When she was committed to the game, she could be rather convincing. Tonight though, there was very little commitment to anything. Besides Pie and letting Killian see her breasts of course. That went without saying though didn’t it? Taking a step towards him, she gave a fake sigh. She couldn’t just drop it. Even if the jig was up. She had to bow out gracefully. ”You’ll do though… I suppose” It was hard to stay indifferent, when really, she’d have liked nothing more then to snog him sully right there. For some reason, his fast appearance had made her rather giddy.

NOT having to wait very long for the boy was a rather good thing indeed. It put Abby in a particularly good mood. In fact it stroked her ego that he was so willing to see what she had in store for him. So much so that she was tempted to play a little game with him. Just to see how far he would be willing to go. Usually games weren’t there thing though. Okay well they played, but not in the sense of her stringing him along, toying with him for her own fun. They were beyond that. For some fucked if she knew reason, she respected him and she was almost sure he respected her. Respect went a long way when it came to things like this. Still though, she liked to tease..

MAYBE she’d play with him. Just a little. Before they got inside and the real fun started. A little pre-match entertainment so to speak. Of course, she’d be sure to make it at least a little enjoyable for him too. ”I brought you some pie..” she said softly. While flipping the lid casually. Exposing the rather enticing baked good. Sliding her forefinger into the gooey custard filling, Abigail let herself pur in satisfaction, as if just feeling the pie was doing it for her. Closing her eyes, she brought ler finger to her lips. Making a show of licking off some of the filling. ”Mmm, tasty..” She opened her eyes, and moved her now saliva and custard covered finger. Stopping just before his lips. ”Want a taste?”

COUNT. 693
TAG. MR K-DIZZLE
NOTES. –smirks- the harlet..

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[klr]

As she batted her lashes, he felt the breeze of the night air wash over him as if her eyes had cast it over him; the man suddenly becoming aware of how cold it actually was outside. And how if it meant pie. And it meant Abby Stone. He'd man the chilling draft that found it's way up his calf, past his thigh and into his boxers. On any other occasion (on an occasion that didn't involve sex and pie), he'd probably dip back inside like a little girl grabbing himself and put pants on. But once more, just to reiterate, the thought itself bouncing around inside of his skull like a small child giddy about a new play-set, there was pie and sex to be had. Pie and sex. Sex and pie. And then some more sex with a helping of pie. What ever today was, it should be a national holiday.

"Oh, now, now, Ms. Stone..." He began with out really giving his response much thought, something that seemed to be happen a lot when ever she made her presence known around him in skimpy clothing (much like the white top that clad her voluptuous chest at the moment). It wasnt his fault that his brain didn't function when attractive women that he cared for were in the mix of things. "I can't let you do something so, lustless as making yourself settle...well, that's just sinful," He smiled a grin through his thick lips, gaze trailing from her blue orbs to the thing up pie to her breasts and then back again. Absentmindedly, his tongue decided to slide itself along his bottom lip, green eyes meeting her eyes once more, "Sinful, blasphemy."

Sinful. Trent watched as she slid her finger into the pie and into her lips...her soft, thick, sensual lips. They were past games in their kind of relationship, but it didn't mean he didn't enjoy it. Softly, he took up her offer of the finger, placing it between his lips, and softly pulling his head back to enjoy the offer of cream and flesh with the help of the soft touch of his tongue. Once done, he licked his lips once more, feeling his neck get a little hot as he reintroduced his gaze to her own. "Delicious..." He said lowly, sliding his own hand onto her own underneath the pie box to relieve her of the duty to hold it. He lifted her hand with his, his opposite, picking it up off of her outstretched hand so that she was left empty handed in his doorway and he was in possession of the delicious baked goods.

If she wanted to play. He would too.

"But I mean, if you want to...that's fine, I suppose..." He smirked, fully looking at the woman in all of her glory. She truly was a beautiful person, regardless of her promiscuous and slightly trashy ways. It was just a shame that she didn't realize it herself. After all, self respect in a person like Abigail Stone would probably take half the fun out of her personality - the sex part, he meant. Which meant, no...she wasn't just some 3am call-girl at his door in the wee morning hours offering him gratuitous amounts of sexual innuendo and pie. She was also a friend, which was why when Killian decided to grab the door knob on his front door and begin to swing it close with the words "This will have to do," he left her joking wink, knowing that she'd go along.

[abby]

FUCK. Seriously. Fuck. Hadn’t she learnt by now not to play with Killian? She couldn’t keep it up. Not when he matched her move for move. The blonde bit down, hard, on the inside of her lip as K took the bait and licked the pie from her finger. Only who was the bait really hooking? Killian or herself? Abigail wasn’t all that sure. Who knew that his tongue on her finger would send shivers down her spine? Freaking hell. She usually had much more self-control then that. She usually needed a bit more fun before she just felt like saying ‘fuck it, let’s just screw’. She was actually, oddly enough, one to enjoy the foreplay almost as much as the actual thing. Maybe she hadn’t gotten any for a while? And that was sending her over the edge? Yeah, that was probably true.

WATCHING him, Abby allowed him to take the pie from her hand. No complaints at all. Her brain was a little fussy actually. She’d had some grand plan, but now she couldn’t remember what they were. Or well. She knew where she wanted the night to end up, but she couldn’t remember the fun she’d wanted to have along the way. Which really was a shame, because knowing Abigail, it was probably something rather enjoyable. Curse him and his amazing tongue. It wasn’t the first time that tongue of his had made any agenda she had float out the window. Whether it be with his words, or another action that can be done with a tongue..

CAUGHT up in her thoughts of his tongue, Abigail wasn’t really paying attention to the words he was saying. More so just watching the way his lips moved as he formed them. Fuck. She needed to get her head back in the game or she was going to loose. Or well, it wasn’t exactly the sort of game you lost. Either way she was getting something. The price to pay would be different though. Her pride may get a little dented if she didn’t get her mind re-focused. Pride was actually very important to Abigail Stone. She may not have a lot of self respect, but she definitely had her pride and she wasn’t about to give that up. Not for anyone.

WITHOUT needing any more encouragement, she followed the boy inside. Shutting it behind them. You know what, screw it. Screw her pride and screw getting her head back in the game. She was done with her stupid coy games. Well, done for the moment anyway. Plucking the pie-box from his hands, Abigail set it down on the nearest flat surface. She needed his hands free, or it wouldn’t be any fun at all. Without any hesitation at all, she pressed her palms flat to his chest, nudging him back against the door. Following him with her own body. Her lips crashing against his. Devouring them hungrily. Her own hands leaving his chest, opting to explore other places. One hand snaking up to grip his hair. While the other roamed around, groping slightly.

BEING forward was never her problem. Abby didn’t exactly adhere to the archaic ideas that men should make the first move. If she wanted something, by god she took it. By force if she had to. Not that anyone ever complained about Abigail forcing a kiss on them. I mean really, would you? Exactly. You just don’t say no to girls like Abigail Stone. Expressing as much desire as physically possible into one action, Abigail kicked the kiss up a notch. Giving the boy’s bottom lip a playful tug with her teeth before letting her tongue dart in and out of his mouth. Letting her own moan echo into the kiss.

IT seemed like that was actually exactly what she had needed to set her mind straight, and settle herself down. So as quickly as it had started, Abby stopped. Detangling herself from Kill and stepping back. Panting slightly. ”I’ll get some forks..” was all she said, as she began to saunter off towards the kitchen. Self satisfied smile on her lips.

COUNT. 686
TAG. MR K-DIZZLE
NOTES. …oh my

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[klr]

If it was any other woman, he was sure that he'd be a little bit surprised. After the standard gesture that involved a man locking a woman outside of his front door, the usual feminine companion would be discouraged and just wait outside. Maybe bang their fists on the front of the locks door angrily. Text him out of frustration about how upset they were. Or yell at him through the small groove between it's frame and the door itself. But Abigail...no. It wasn't really any surprise when she skillfully dipped past the barrier and ninja'd her way into the foyer of his small apartment. What came next though? Well...that really wasn't a surprise either. Killian had been down his road before with Ms. Stone. And although a path well traveled - it didn't mean he wasn't thoroughly enjoying it.

His green eyes watched as she plucked the box from his hands - a small disappointment flickering in his mind at the thought of parting with the delectable treat. This disappointment was obviously replaced almost immediately as he felt the same hands that took away his savory bakery good were replaced on his chest (and as they should - seeing as it /was/ pie we were talking about here). Enjoying the sensation of the pressure on his chest and the initiative she took to take the offensive, Killian cooperated with her demands and followed her lead as she pushed him back wards toward the door. The thud against the door that his body made once it came in contact was drowned out by the feeling of the blonde's body keeping up with his own. It wasn't soon til she took the lead.

Feeling her lips fall against his own in a frenzy, he took it as a confidence boost that he alone had taken the coy composure that Ms. Stone was so set on, and tossed it aside like some ragged old toy. His dark hair that was seeming to have issues with bed head were in her grasp now as he felt her spare hand creep to other parts of his body in rhythm to her lips. The sensation shot through him, a slight bit of coloring rising in his pale cheeks as he put a hand on her hip in an attempt to, if anything, hold him down. Abby knew exactly what to do to get him going - besides, of course just being in his presence. She knew to grab his hair and bite his bottom lip - and even just how to moan against his lips in a way that sent shivers down his spine

The sound made his skin quake, the feeling doing something under his skin that surely wasn't a natural occurance in the standard of sexual interaction. His lips tingled and he shifted to repositon his boxers to accomadate their risen situation. The hand upon her hip had met her lower back by now as his other palm introduced itself to the opposite side. They slid up in unison upwards, enjoying the silhouette of the curvatious woman, his tongue savoring the company of her own in his mouth. There was something irresistable about the landscape of a woman as well endowed as Abigail Stone...it was probably why Killian always felt like he was discovery new land every time his touch met her dimensions. Because - god damn. What lovely dimensions they were.

But with that said. It was over. Before anything had even begun, it was over. And he wasn't pleased.

Getting over the anxiety that came along with having such pleasure torn off of his flesh in a nanosecond as short as that, his green eyes furrowed in unsatisfaction and followed her as she trecked into his kitchen. Damn her for knowing the layout to his house. And damn her for feeling comfortable enough in his place to wonder it on her own. Shaking his head violently and sighing for a release of the tension still left in his body, he followed after her - glare as strong as ever. It was back to the games, which was a bit amusing seeing as for one of the first times in his life, he had actually won something when it came to phyisicalities with Abigail Stone.

"Now hold on just one goddamn minute..." The accented words seemed to be lost under the desperation in his voice, Killian following after her as she sauntered away. It wasn't hard to catch up with her, he did have a pair of longs legs and she was wearing those heels that usually make women take small strides but make their ass look spectacular...and god did Abby's ass look spectacular, the Irishman's eyes briefly following that instead of the woman's full figure. Coming up behind her, his arms rapped themselves around her middle - catching his prey from moving any farther. His hands sunk themselves a small ways into the front of her jeans to rest on her hip bones and the edge of what ever delicates lay beneath her pants before pulling her against him. Successfully pushing aside her blond locks with his chin on the left side, he bit the exposed skin softly on her neck, kissed it and brushed the tips of his fingers a little father into the front of her jeans. His lips brushed themselves against her ear as he spoke, his composure back from before, and heart racing a little, "...I didn't say I was done with you yet."