Dirty Rotten Gorgeous [open]

[Emmeline]

Dirty Rotten Gorgeous

What a pretty, frightening world it was to be living in. Emmeline stared left and right, smiling to those who seemed to smile, or if their faces just stuck like that. She held her hands close to the mid bend in her back, looking for something interesting. There was no reason to be saying she didn't get scared of some people here, because she always had her tendencies, but it was practically impossible to frighten somebody so happy. Emmeline was just a smiler. She even held a closed smile as she trotted along, staring left and right to the pretty shops that reflected her untrustworthy face. It was often she'd be a bit worried the mirrors would speak to her, but they never did that. In stead, they remained, showing the girl she was still her normal self. Well, as normal as normal can be in a crazy world like this. Emmeline's mind played her favorite Beethoven tune, Fur Elise. Everybody knew that song, and she could even spark up conversation with it.

Not now, though. To distract her would be a crime. Emmeline was paying close attention to the items lying beautifully in the shop windows, begging for her. "Please, Emmy! Buy us! Buy us!" Emmeline shook her head sadly. The girl had no money on her she was willing to spend. What she wanted was some pretty goldies. Shinies. Oh, how she loved the shinies, and how they showed off the color of her hair. The thief was planning on a little steal here and there when people weren't looking. She stared at the back of people's pockets, checking for something expensive, sometimes even clearing her ears to hear a jingle or something. Nobody was interestingly rich in Wicked Haven. Not that she knew of. She was known for her sticky hands, though, so they probably hid their things from her. Stupid people! She can't help when she likes something. Nobody can. She pouted in a slight notion of sadness.

No need to be sad now! Emmeline convinced herself. There was a terrible thought running through her head. The one time she was sad, was when she was a littler girl, crying over her dead friend, who she held dearly. Eh, well it was all said and done now. Emmeline loved him, but that world was far passed her, and she was too lost in this one to care for the last. Still, he was a good person, to treat her like her did. To care for her, and show her what she needed to learn. She was almost ashamed for being a better thief than him. He was proud, though. Proud of something she liked to do, in stead of sitting her down in front of a piano or making her do thousands of math problems like her parents did. Sure, she was a smart girl, but it didn't feel like being a genius. It was too much work thinking for things she didn't find fun. As long as there was entertainment, it would be a fun thing. She used to make plans for sneaking into highly guarded museums with her old friend. Now that was entertainment. Something to really sweat over.

Spinning the strands in her hair, she stepped down on each foot, bouncing to the rhythm in her head. Beethoven was a beautiful artist, and very accomplished. She could have been like him. She could have been recognized. And then gone deaf, and died slowly from the inside out, having people remember her after she had the chance to feel the glory. Emmeline didn't like that thought. If she was going to be recognized, it should be while she lived to feel the shining stars. She wasn't worth the trouble of making famous. Working hard to become it only made one such as herself lose her mind. Not that she ever had it in the first place. She outlined the heads of citizens walking, minding their own business. A man, no different from herself, had been minding his own little business, scanning the shops as he. He was interesting, no doubt, but she didn't give an owl's hoot about who he was. It was that pretty thing in his pocket. A pocket watch, she was sure. She wanted it. Emmeline stared after it, as a school girl would to the cute boys in her school. She smiled darkly. Now that was a prize. Emmeline walked by him, casually. She waved to him, as he looked at her curiously, and he only gave a distracted wiggle of the fingers, and kept walking.

As they separated, Emmeline placed her back behind the closest building she could find, and stared down in her palm. The shiny, golden pocket watch, hanging from its pretty chain, ticking beautifully. As most things, she stuffed it down her shirt for safe keeping, having no pockets on that frilly dress of hers. She was content, matching the light ticking to her heart beat. Walking out of the corner, she got a good glimpse of the regular man, patting at his rump for a check. His eyes grew wide, and he even spun a hole circle. "Thief! Thief!" he called out loud enough for his voice to scratch. It must have been very dear to him. While her back was turned away from him, she pulled the thing out to look at it one more time, and he was running the opposite direction by now, searching for his culprit. Once out of sight, she began to spin the pretty thing around her finger like she had seen police do with that night stick they carry around. Again, in the faint distance, she could hear him call, " Dirty, rotten thief!!!"

"That's my name," she giggled in a tune filled voice, looking over her shoulder. Emmeline sat on the nearest bench, crossing her legs, and opening the watch to look at it for a while longer until he came jogging back this way. She took a whiff of it, smelling the cologne on it. Well, she didn't look too obvious. Maybe it was a gift from a friend? Or a lover? It was a silly gift for that, but if somebody liked swiping nice, pretty things like this, they'd understand why she held it out for the world to say. She placed it back into the safe confines in her shirt, and leaned back contently, spying for her next victim. She murmured to herself, " I'm a dirty, rotten thief and you better never forget it."

[Mahea Gaide]

Mahea watched as the events unfolded in the town square of Wicked Haven. No one would have ever noticed if they just tuned into the events but then again Mahea was off to his famous hunts and he had found the perfect target. The girl looked around the same age as him, she would have never noticed him since he was sitting inside a nearby building studying and watching the girl. He stood up from the wooden chair he was sitting on and walked out of the building heading his way towards her.

As he walked through the street he ran his hand through his hair and released his weakest of scents just to get her attention when he reached the bench. As he came up behind her as she was looking at watch he smirked and watched her place the watch in her shirt.

"That's a pretty watch you got there. I bet the old man will be very upset he lost it. Too bad old people can't remember where they leave there things right?" He chuckled softly then walked around the bench slowly so he was in front of her. He wasn't gonna tell on her because what would be the fun if she was sent to jail except for the part he could break her out. He shrugged his shoulders at the thought.

"So what is a pretty young lady doing in a shit hole like this anyway?" He smiled gently at her trying to get her interested in him so he could tear her down from the inside out. From what she looked like she was a upper middle class citizen who had stick fingers. She was not worse then he was but he thought it would be interesting to see her going insane over him.

[Emmeline]

Oh, baby. That wasn't a total ding across the head, now was it? Sarcasm is hard to read, but that was it. Emmeline's attention was caught, just as she suspected. Her little button nose took light whiffs of the air. Ooh la la. She turned her head left and right, trying to discover where it came from. A huge problem with Emmeline is, that even if this guy didn't have special powers, she'd be whiffing him as he walked by. She had a thing for good smelling boys. Well, who liked a stinky one? Not her. She pressed her fingers to her lips, and turned to look at the one causing such a delightful aroma. Her eyebrow raised. He was a very interesting looking man.

Young, like her, with pretty hair, like her. Emmeline folded her arms underneath her ribs, and looked away. He was a stranger, so she simply decided to continue on with her private-self-assigned mission. She peered over. His shirt was wide open, showing off the nice set he had going on there. Emmeline never had to deal with such a thing where she came from. She looked away again. Stop it. You've got better things to do, you silly girl.

[/b] She was interrupted from trying to distract herself, however. He was actually speaking to her. Not once in her entire time of being here did someone ever try and strike up a casual conversation with her, sitting on a bench, being total strangers. Not only that, but he was very well aware of her deed. She continued to look straight ahead, figuring out what she should say. Then, she turned to look him straight in the eye. Unlike most girls she's met, Emmeline's confidence and character overwhelms a lot of people. A smile graced her soft lips.

"Well it's not like checking the time does them any good. It only frightens them. When they know each second brings them closer to death," she spoke clearly. Her thinking was cruel enough at it is, and she tried hard to keep her opinions to herself. Like this one. Emmeline pet her throat softly, eyeing his own neck, trying to concentrate on something other than that thick, beautiful smell. It was like smelling donuts when you were starving. She shrugged lightly, pulling the watch out to let him see. "And yes, it is a very pretty watch, don't you think?"

Then he went, and very smoothly added the 'pretty' and 'young' into his next sentence. Emmeline smiled halfway. She knew this game. She was a thief! They seduced their way into things more than one could imagine. Emmeline had her fair share of that as well. She perked her back straighter, looking him up and down, checking for any signs of nervousness. She wasn't. Emmeline was too in-your-face to be that way. "Well, you saw what I've just done. You can guess what I do for a living. And this... shithole has got a lot of expensive selling things, with low security. So, I've come to collect. How about yourself?"[/font][/blockquote]

[Mahea Gaide]

Mahea smirked as he saw her sniffing at his scent, the more she did the more attracted to him she would get but this scent was the weakest, they wouldn't go anywhere with only a minor attraction so he upped the juice up. He was now at stage two scent. This scent was better smelling better more seductive. If she continued to do what she had been doing she would be his in no time.

When she said the thing about old people he got a semi worried turned on look. She looked so innocent but she was a thief and she was cruel. They were the most fun to take control of, they hide behind there toughness and once they are broken down they are babies, so cute with there tears and sexy faces. He smiled at her and shrugged his shoulders at her question then a grin appeared on his face.

"Why steal pocket watches when you can steal the big things? Diamond necklaces, Ruby rings, Pearl earrings. Why stop there go for something big, something that would excite a thief like you and me." He wasn't actually a thief in that sense but you could consider him being a thief. He sat down on the bench next to her to his scent was all around them. There was no getting away from it. She would be his if she sat there for any longer but he had to keep her there just so he could make and break her. He also used some of his charm swaying her into thinking to steal something more, something more exciting where being caught isn't an option.

"And to what you were asking. You could say I'm a thief." He turned towards her and moved his hand up against her cheek caressing her soft smooth skin.

"Here to steal your heart."

[Emmeline]

Emmeline's thoughts trailed further as his speak of diamonds and rubies and pearls. She wished she had such things, but they just clashed on her outfit. Not to mention she didn't want to get mobbed in the middle of the night, having them take all that was precious to her. Emmeline was already a big target for walking around, alone at night, but with riches? Ha. No way. She breathed regularly, inhaling the scents he forced through for her to catch. Ah, they were undeniably irresistible. She tilted her head back, sniffing with a smile on her face. She turned to look at this man, almost forgetting he had asked her a question.

"I've stolen things equivalent to diamonds and rubies. Name it, I can steal it. But, this place is just a little stop before I go on to find something I really like." Emmeline wasn't afraid to brag. She was amazing at what she did. Even if he was a thief, she was sure that he'd have to put up a real good competition to beat her when she's not even trying hard. Emmeline's lack of the suspicious character look helps quite a bit. She looked sweet and harmless, but that was the two things she'd be the complete opposite of. She was forceful, she was extremely intelligent, charming, and absolutely mad.

The fact he was a thief surprised her. He looked like he'd be the type to be very sneaky, but Emmeline wasn't so sure. She could tell when people were like her. He seemed to have qualities she admired. He was damn sexy, and he was charming. Emmeline licked her lips, listening to him continue to speak. She turned to face him, and he decided to press his hand against her cheek. A bit surprised, for Emmeline wasn't used to being touched by random strangers, but also quite excited. Not nervous; one such as herself can't afford to be nervous. She was charmed, really. A beautiful guy such as himself making a move on a girl like her. Emmeline didn't ever think of boys as more than moving objects that all want the same thing. Some of them knew how to go about it, and some didn't. This guy did, though.

"Oh, you're good. You're really good. But, I'm not so easy to catch," Emmeline said in a soothed voice. Her finger lightly grazed the spot under his chin, as her hand turned towards his fingers in a relaxed motion. She shook her head. Emmeline was a tough girl to get completely under one's control. She was so rebellious, and so strong willed. She removed her hand, touching around his knuckles and running up veins softly. Emmeline, in spite of their spot in public, leaned in, yet again, too close for comfort, and touched her finger to his nose. She was a weird one, no doubt. Her voice cleared to show a sudden act of regaining herself. "Besides, you're still a stranger to me. I haven't got a clue what your name is."

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[Mahea Gaide]

Mahea smirked as he could see her slowly losing her will. This made him happy especially when he saw her react back to him. As she was bragging about what she could get and all of that non sense her heard her say she wasn't an easy on to catch but she didn't know that she was already caught. He already baited the hook and threw it into the water, she was just to gone to realize she already bit the hook and he was reeling her in. Just for shits and giggles though he released his third scent even stronger then the first two combined. It was sweeter and more potent, if she resisted him now she would be one of the few who ever had. It was easier to resist though if you were already giving in. Most people normally rejected him at first getting themselves upset so the blood would speed through their veins making them easy rewards but her. She must have had an attraction to him already, he probably didn't have to release his scent just talk to her and test her.

Mahea watched her lick her lips, that turned him on. She was officially his, no matter what, she was all his. He wouldn't give this one up like he has for a few ones. She was so cute she was sexy. He body was sculpted by the best. She would not escape him. He felt her cold fingers touching his hand then touching his nose. This caught him off guard but wouldn't let it show. All he did was smile and winked at her. He shrugged his shoulders and took that as an invitation to tell her his name.

"My name is Mahea, Mahea Gaide. I'm known as Your Future Lover." He smirked at her and turned away from her and leaned his head back. If she were to kill him she would have an easy opening at his neck because it was wide open but he didn't expect her to do that. She was too under his control. Soon enough she would realize that she had strange feelings for him. It happen to everyone, even those who said they couldn't be swayed.

"May I ask what your name is? I can see it being something elegant and beautiful like you are. Something that queens and princesses would have or rich people." He laughed and leaned his head back up and turned his head to look at her again.

[Emmeline]

Emmeline pulled away, trying to tell herself that she was being ridiculous, and probably going to end up getting hurt, or hurting him. She's truly a brick wall when it comes to love. The girl turned her head, looking to the crowd, bringing her knees up to her chin and hugging them lightly. She was upset with herself. If Prue saw her, he'd hang his head low in shame, especially if he read her thoughts. She promised him she'd never try and mess around with a man unless if it was for thievery. This clearly wasn't. Well, on one end -- for her new friend, it was. Whose name was Mahea. She turned to look at him. What a fitting name. She placed her feet back on the ground, and straightened out her dress. A sudden attention caught her. Her blood became hot right there. Her entire body felt as if she were on the dance floor in a club. Emmeline's heart skipped a beat, and her head snapped over to look at him.

That smell. She had a wild look in her eye, but it wasn't at all frightening. It was as if he had just pushed some pretty good buttons. Her lips pursed, in a loss of words. He was talking, and she heard it clearly, but there was just something wrong. Emmeline saw beauty in this man. A very, very recognized beauty. She rubbed her upper thighs in tension, trying to keep her attention on the crossing people, but she was having trouble. Emmeline was trying to push it away. Whatever this was. She pressed her hand hard over her chest. Her heart beat was faster than she could imagine. Again, she looked at him. Oh, he was melting her. Did he know it? Emmeline's suspicion raised, but that was of no concern. She looked away, over her shoulder even. Anything not to give in to the sick thoughts running through her mind. She wanted him, and it was clearly seen. Emmeline knew this was a game. Was he going to kill her? Would she be able to get away, was the question.

"What? Oh... Oh. My future... You're... Uhm... My name is Emmeline Avanash," she spoke, in a dazed, and very out of breath voice. Emmeline hadn't realized she was holding her breath for so long. She tried to continue a normal pattern, but it was like she had been running. He tilted his head back. She stared at his neck. His very, very gorgeous neck. Emmeline looked around. That pretty fragrance had to be him, and it was what had been making her crazy. The last time she was like this, it was in Paris, and that was an entirely different situation. No benches, or outdoors, or daylight, to be involved. She scooted closer, looking at his neck the entire time. Emmeline always picked different parts of people's body she found the most beautiful, and this was his. She hesitantly reached to stroke it.

"I'm sorry, but I must know... That aroma... " Emmeline then leaned in, but not for a nibble or a kiss. That wasn't a part of her manners she learned back in London. She simply had to touch him. She was mentally yelling at herself, thinking he'd push her away. The smell was so strong, but it such a good way. She felt heat grow from the base of her stomach, and down to her legs so they became weak. She took a sniff at his collarbone, then pulled away. Awkward. Really, really awkward. Emmeline didn't care, though. She didn't know what that word even meant, since nothing made her feel such a way. She began to get worried of herself. She still kept herself close, practically leaning on him, but trying to keep herself a comfortable distance for herself. Emmeline's fingers became fidgety, playing with strands of her own hair. "I apologize for that, Mahea. I really don't know why I'm this way. I-I'm not myself today.... So, what were talking about?"

[Mahea Gaide]

Mahea laughed in his head. This round was over. She stuttered she smelled him she was practically in the palms of his hand. When he leaned his head back up he did not push her away but moved the hair from her face so she could get a nose full of his scent. The more she smelled him the more she would carve him. To start the next round and to torture her he released his 5th scent. Skipping his fourth scent just sending her straight to ecstasy. If she resisted him now she was truly stronger than any women he had ever seen. He wanted to sit on the bench and see if she would try and pull him away from the crowds of people.

As they sat there girls all around began focusing in on Mahea like they were animals looking at they're prey. They all wanted him, some even fell to there knees feeling a strange feeling within themselves. They all had immense sexual desires and to think that Mahea wasn't paying attention to any of them was torture in its own. Emmeline would be considered lucky. But was she actually lucky? She was in the very center of the scent. Her body would be going insane calling for him. Her skin would be so sensitive that her clothes would cause her to go crazy. The slightest touch from her clothes would cause chills to spread over her entire body at such an intense magnitude.

"What were we talking about?" He questioned her as he reached up and brushed his fingers across her soft skin. With his thumb on her cheek he began to caress her cheek in a circular motion. Those actions would surely make her feel so good it was like a drug, the most intense drug ever. Beyond anything someone could ever believe. He then ran his hand down her neck onto her shoulders then moved his free hand onto her free shoulder and began to massage her muscles. He smiled and winked at her taking his hands off of her shoulders then turning away from her once again just teasing her. He thought the girl was cute and fun so he didn't want her to go insane just a little crazy for him.

[Emmeline]

Emmeline's body began to shake. Her fingers were off the meter trembling as she was ready to break a sweat. She felt like she had been whisked away from her own body. Shivers pinned down her spine like needles. Every time she moved, it would happen. Emmeline's head shook as she stared down at her legs. She clenched her soft jaw tightly, gasping for breath. It was hard to think straight. She couldn't look at him. Emmeline tried to fight it. She really hadn't ever gotten such a rush in her life. She paid no attention to the other women, because her thoughts were concentrated on one thing. Mahea. Why, though?! Emmeline just learned his name, and now she was having sexual fantasies about him?! She's never even had sexual fantasies before this point. Not like this, anyway.

Her breathing became apparent. She was breathing hard, actually. Emmeline was confused. Why was she being this way? Why couldn't she just get up and walk away? Why was this Mahea such a sexy beast?! She held her hands to her collarbone, pulling lightly on it. His hand was against her cheek, but that's not what was attracting her. Some sort of swerving rush caused the spot to go away. Her eyes grew heavy. Yet, she was far from tired. Emmeline stared at him, with a dazed look. There was something in her eye. For goodness sake, the girl thought she was in love! Emmeline's tingling body was moving without her, at first. So used to being smart and out thinking those who tried to pull such an act, she was unsure how to act. Emmeline wasn't in her original spot. Why was she shivering so much?! It was like being tickled with ice cubes.

"We were talking about... how... I was going to..." she paused. Emmeline had no idea what she was talking about, or what they were talking about. She was way too distracted. She really wanted to cuddle with him. And do things to him. Emmeline really wanted to do things to him. She crawled over him, and placed her rump softly on his lap. She placed her legs over his other one, and stared straight forward for a few moments. What was she to do? Emmeline knew there was something wrong with her, but her body didn't seem to care. She bit her bottom lip, and released slowly, placing one foot on the ground. Emmeline was lost. She didn't know how to finish her first sentence, so she continued with another," I really think I like you... I know it's all of the sudden and out of nowhere, but I do. Can't deny it... And I really want you..."

Her body went limp at the touch of his hand on her untouched muscles. Emmeline gave up. She was his for the taking now. She ran her hand up and down at his beautiful body. Oh dear goodness. She had never been so aroused in her life. Emmeline's head turned to face him. He was so incredibly gorgeous, and here she was, ready to eat him up. She lightly moved her slender fingers down his neck once more. Her hands were so tiny, she hadn't had time to realize it until she sat with somebody else. Her mouth remained opened at the lips. She pressed her head on his shoulder, continuing to sniff him for that scent. She wanted him to take her, and just do what he pleased. Emmeline had rested her lips on his shoulder, looking up at him from under her lashes.

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[Mahea Gaide]

Mahea continued to see the symptoms of his scent. She was beyond excited, she was in a state of ecstasy and there was no going back. He smiled when she got on his lap and straddled him. He watched what she was doing and when she said she wanted him that was a free ticket for him to torture her. He lifted her head off of his chest then leaned in and kissed her soft lips slowly then moved to her cheek and down her neck. He began to suck on her neck and lick around his lips on the inside so she could get the pure intensity of what he was doing. This would already cause her body to do some things. He pulled away from her neck but continued to suck on her skin causing it to pull her skin with it till her skin said "no" and pull back.

Mahea slowly slid his hands up her dress to her thighs squeezing them softly just trying to send chills through her body. A weird thing when he was up there though was he felt things other than he thighs. Things she must have stolen. He couldn't help but laugh when he felt all the strange things. He slid his hands further up her dress till he got to her upper thigh right under her butt and picked her up and put her on her feet. Her feet must feel sensation in them seeing as all her skin was extremely sensitive. He stood up slowly, as he got up he pecked her lips with his lips then took her hand into his and began walking through the town square.

As they walked through the town all the girls gave Emmeline dirty looks but would fall to the ground as Mahea walked past them. It was like he was there hero but he didn't want any of them. Only Emmeline, she was the special girl, she was cute and nameless to him but that was okay. It was hard enough to remember every ones names. He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed the back of her hand and smiled at her. He saw a library and smiled as he walked to the door and walked in with her, heading down the isles and rows getting to the back of the place. Somewhere more private and and away from any other women.

[Emmeline]

Emmeline's comfort against him was disrupted for a better purpose. She was having her little chin held up by Mahea's hand. She felt like a baby, sitting like this with him. He had done something she was hoping for. Emmeline's senses busted up into spiritual flames under skin starting from her lips. His were against hers. A long time ago, when she was littler, her mother use to tell her that kissing was a sense of sharing each others soul. Emmeline didn't get it, and couldn't have time to understand it now, but that popped into her mind at the moment. She pressed her lips back passionately, holding the back of his hair lightly. It was really soft, she realized. She wish she had a brush, and she'd brush it for him all day. Even if she wasn't under his spell she'd think that anyway. It was nice to have somebody do that for you.

Her head leaned back in satisfaction as he pulled at her skin, leaving little marks for her to enjoy when she snapped out of it. Emmeline grazed his back, letting a sigh of relief out, with a smile twitching. Her fingertips couldn't hold the blood in them. Her toes curled inside her little black sandals. She kissed his jaw, lips. Her thighs felt a warmth spider through her. Emmeline hated spiders, but this was nice. She felt him jingle through the little items dangling around there, until she bought a proper bag or something. She was happy with this. It was nice. Her body shivered, mid back up through her arms and down to her legs again. Her lip quivered in surprise. Whatever he was doing, it was nice. Emmeline was lifted, to her surprise, and placed down on the ground, standing up.

She showed a pouting face. Emmeline liked sitting on him! But, he did give her a cute little kiss on the lips, and held her little hand with his. They began their little stroll. People glared -- specifically women. Emmeline was that sort of girl who liked to show off what she had, so she smiled brightly to them, basically saying they could cry all they wanted, because right now Mahea was holding her hand and not theirs. So HA! In your face. She was too content to make a comment to those who rolled their eyes at her. Emmeline actually didn't care for once in her life.

As she walked merrily, her ponytails bounced up and down. She was in such a perky mood. It was like watching a little kid make her way to the toy store. Except Emmeline was far from little kid status. She blushed like a madman when he had kissed her hand. Of course that had happened before, when she was five, and people wanted to meet her because of her ingeniousness. That's not what intrigued her. It was the way he had smiled afterward. Emmeline, blushing? That was a good one. She was pulled through a door. By the books, she saw they were in a library. Why did they come here?! Emmeline disliked these places. They never had anything important to her. She was pulled through the crazy maze until they were at the back of it. Her eyes turned left and right, staring up at the large shelves.

"We have to be quiet!" she whispered, holding her forefinger over her lips. Emmeline looked over her shoulder. Librarians were scary little women who went around beating people with books, and frankly, she'd appreciated it if they could carry on their business without being bopped over the head a trillion times. "Or else the librarian will come."

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[Mahea Gaide]

Mahea loved that she was so deeply under his spell. He would kiss her every chance he could but being in the library far from anyone. The old librarians did seem to stare at Mahea like an old friend was at there door. Something they haven't felt for ages and for more to come. The got to the back to the right in a back corner of the library. He listened to her saying they need to be quite and smirked. He placed his hands on her hips then pulled her up against him and kissed down on her lips since he was taller then her.

Mahea began walking forward slowly so Emmeline could take steps back not falling over anything. When Mahea felt the wall behind her he kissed her up against the moving down and kissing her neck sucking on it again leaving dark marks signifying she was his. He then moved down more to her collar bone, kissing all around her upper chest the moved even further down kissing the top of her breast. Since he was low he slid his hands down her hips to behind her thighs and picked her up pinning her against the wall.

At this stage she was now taller than he was. He began trailing his way up her chest again till he got to the opposite side of her neck leaving a mark on that side. He then went back to kissing her lips really getting into it. He even slipped his tongue into her mouth for a second just before pulling it out and kissing her once again.


OOC: This was a little sketchy, I'm tired. You did keep me up all night haha.

[Emmeline]

She knew what he was doing. Emmeline got the message, now. Oh, but she didn't care. It's what she wanted, clearly. She stretched her arms out and rested them on his shoulders, folding them over each other as he kissed her. She was being held at the small corners of her hips. But she didn't mind, because she liked to feel small in somebody's arms. What girl didn't, though? It was a selfish thing, but very meaningful. Emmeline didn't know him very well. She stood up on the tips of her toes, kissing him joyfully. Ha! She's getting what all those girls wanted. Man, this was like highschool. Not that Emmeline knew anything about high school, since she had been sent to a crazy house for most of those years. Not that she needed that.

Emmeline walked around his feet that were moving her back. She pressed her lips against his every time he offered the opportunity, but she was on a different matter. She moved her head to the side, as he sucked on her neck. Emmeline had read thousands upon thousands of books that involved such actions, but none of which had explained the actual feeling. Evey time he did so, she felt a warmth run through her, and then a wet pain when he left it. She didn't care, because for whatever reason, she liked it. A lot. She stroked his hair, arching her back a little, and dropping her head back. She took deep breaths, feeling herself get excited.

He lifted her up, holding her there by her legs, and she decided he didn't have to waste his strength on her there. Emmeline, being the light weighted acrobat she was, wrapped her legs around his waist, and again, resting her arms on his shoulders. She felt him kiss along her body once more, offering her a chance to catch her breath, but it clearly wasn't working. If he had touched her chest, he would of felt her heart beat. She allowed their tongues to dance a little, and he went back to kissing her normally. This was really nice. Not to mention he was gorgeous.

{this is short xD}

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[Mahea Gaide]

Mahea smirked feeling how excited she was. He could have her now if he wanted but what would be the fun of that. He held her up for a bit longer kissing her neck and body, every so often kissed her lips just so she would get a good feeling running through her body. He knew he had to do something drastic that he didn't want to do but he was called a demon, not an angel. He pulled her legs apart then placed her on the ground on her feet. He kissed her lips softly then smirked.

"Be cute." Mahea laughed then turned around and walked through the library leaving her where see was in such lust. He knew this would start killing her and she would come and find him sooner or later. As he walked through the library he nodded his head to the librarians and walked out of the library. When he got to the street he quickly walked through little streets and alley ways just so she would suffer from lust. The only person who would be able to satisfy that need would be him so even if she slept with millions of people that need would never go away until he chose for it to go away.

OOC: Really shitty post but that's okay haha.