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Post by Griffin Henderson on Aug 7, 2010 1:23:51 GMT -5
 GRIFFIN WYATT
HENDERSONRunning the shampoo through his shaggy hair, Griffin set the bottle down, tilting his head back to let the water wash out the foam. After he felt no remains in his soaked head of hair, he turned off the shower, standing there for a moment before grabbing a gray towel off the rack. He used it to dry himself off slightly and then wrapped it around his waist, breathing in the damp air.
Freezing as he heard the door open, he dropped the towel, pulling on his boxers and slowly turned the handle on the door, slipping quietly out of the bathroom. His whole body remaining alert, he silently scolded himself for not locking the doors. Normally he wouldn't have, because living in a place like Simbol, people wouldn't mind doing other things to get in.
Then it hit him; it could have been that girl, Journey. "Uh... you there?" he called out, leaning against the wall by his bedroom and shivering under the air conditioning. He folded his arms across his chest, hoping that it really was her. |
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Post by Journey McDuff on Aug 7, 2010 1:35:56 GMT -5
Journey ventured towards the voice that she heard. She had been unbuttoning her shirt already because she didn't want to waste any time. This was a one night stand. She didn't really care about his name or who he might be as a person. All she wanted was sex and then she would leave. After all, this was a werewolf. It couldn't be anymore than a one night stand because no one could find out about this. She pulled off her shirt so that she had only a bra on and her shorts that went higher than mid-thigh.
So, she walked towards his voice, leaving her shirt on one of the chairs. She found him in his bedroom and smirked, looking him up and down. God, he was pretty hot. Now that she could see him clearly, he was even better looking than he had been on the room. Maybe it was the fact that he looked cleaner from the shower, she didn't know. She didn't cross her arms over her chest though. He was going to be seeing more of her than that soon anyways, or so she hoped. She'd decided that a little looking first would probably make the whole thing a little less awkward.
"I'm here," she said clearly, smiling for real for the first time since she'd met him. She walked into the room and sat down on his bed in silent invitation, waiting for him to make the next move. Luckily, neither of them had many clothes on at the moment.
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Post by Griffin Henderson on Aug 13, 2010 22:36:11 GMT -5
The sound of practically silent approaching footsteps grew louder in his ear as she rounded the corner to his bedroom. A small grin crossed his face as she came into view and his eyes traveled over her, taking her in; her flawless skin, golden locks, push-up bra... he shook his head, forcing himself to focus on Journey again and not just his silly fantasies that often filled his head. He knew he shouldn't be doing this - he had a girlfriend, she was a vampire, the age difference seemed... noticeable.
And yet he didn't do anything about it. He stayed right there, his eyes following her fragile frame towards the bed. He locked his gaze with hers, stepping over and not hesitating to push her back down against the bed. His lips worked with hers, trailing down towards her neck and then even lower. One hand was tangled in her hair while the other rested gently on her hip. |
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Post by Journey McDuff on Aug 13, 2010 23:00:17 GMT -5
The only thing that her mind could think of at this point was how much she wanted this. How much she wanted him. And God, what a kisser. She couldn't remember when she had ever been kissed like he was kissing her right then. She knew that her heart lay still in her chest, but even so, she felt like it was thumping as hard as it ever had when she had been human.
It was then that she realized she didn't even know this guy's name. This guy who was making her actually feel for the first time that she'd been changed. That was what worried her, though. He made her feel. Her father would describe that as true love. It was what he felt with her mother and why he had married her. But, she managed to put these worries aside to ask him while taking a breath, "Hey, um... What's your name?" she felt funny asking something so stupid, but she wasn't going to sleep with someone without knowing their name. And she did intend to sleep with him.
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Post by Griffin Henderson on Aug 17, 2010 21:33:13 GMT -5
Nibbling gently on her lower lip, Griffin shrugged, fully focused on the girl in front of him. He barely even heard the question. "Griffin," he murmured in between kises, not bothering with a last name or a formal introduction. He shifted his position, pushing her down on to the bed and beginning to work with the straps on her bra.
Suddenly, he froze. This wasn't right; he wasn't supposed to be like this. He loved and was with Lucinda, wasn't he? Would he really be this unloyal? Plus, he didn't even know who this girl was, and she was a vampire, which made it even worse. Hesitantly pulling away from Journey, he let out a sigh, standing up. "I'm sorry," he muttered, running a hand through his shaggy hair. "But I really can't do this. It's not right." He shook his head, frowning as he turned towards the door and leaned against the wall. |
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Post by Journey McDuff on Aug 17, 2010 21:43:18 GMT -5
Journey leaned up on her elbows in surprise. Her surprise turned to humiliation and then to anger. "What do you mean it's not right?" she hissed, getting up from the bed so that she was facing his back. "We've gotten this far. Hell, you were just about to finish undressing me without a thought. How could this be any more not right than what we've already done?" She pursed her lips because she could feel her fangs which were practically vibrating with pain. This happened when she was angry. It was because she was still a new vampire and hadn't fully learned to control her urges. Sex and anger being two examples.
She wasn't leaving without a fight, though. Even if he had to force her out. She knew that she could probably win if things got physical... in a different way than they had just been, that was. If he threw a punch, she would be able to catch it in her hand with no problem. If she threw one, he would most likely have one hell of a black eye the next morning. |
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Post by Griffin Henderson on Aug 17, 2010 21:57:47 GMT -5
"Please," Griffin began, his voice soft and actually kind of quiet. He let out another sigh, shaking his head slowly. "Just get out." He didn't want to bother explaining anything. This girl was something like a whore, from what he could tell. He didn't necessarily have a problem with that, but he wasn't going to put up with it tonight. Rubbing his forehead with his hand, he stepped out of the room and over to the chair where her shirt was hanging. He grabbed it, entering the room again and tossing it to her. "Don't make me fight you," he muttered, his voice obviously showing that he was tired. "We can meet up tomorrow or something, if you want." |
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Post by Journey McDuff on Aug 17, 2010 22:17:11 GMT -5
"Too bad," Journey growled, not really caring how he was feeling. She was pissed, and she wanted a fight. "You should have thought about that when you started this. Because you did start this. And you probably know that I'm underage, too. Which makes what you just did with me illegal. You know, despite what you might be thinking of me right now, I've only ever had sex once. I've only just been turned a vampire, okay. I don't really have control of my urges yet. Whatever. Sorry," she muttered. She was starting to cool down a little bit now. She was still feeling horny though, which just made her more annoyed. She sighed, having given up and left the room to go get her shirt back on.
She came back with her thumbs in her pockets. "Bye. See you never," she hissed, and turned on her heel to leave. She walked down the hall, feeling ashamed in herself. She'd actually really liked that guy, despite the fact that she barely knew him. Griffin, he'd said his name was. Well, she should have known better than to get the hots for a werewolf. Her parents had told her. 'Stick with our race, Journey. It's for your own good.' Yeah, they hadn't been kidding. She slammed the door behind her and took the stairs, deciding that maybe she would try to find Matt. It still wasn't that late, yet. Still a couple hours until sunlight hit the horizon. |
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Post by Griffin Henderson on Aug 18, 2010 17:39:59 GMT -5
"You should have thought about that when you started this. Because you did start this. And you probably know that I'm underage, too. Which makes what you just did with me illegal. You know, despite what you might be thinking of me right now, I've only ever had sex once. I've only just been turned a vampire, okay. I don't really have control of my urges yet. Whatever. Sorry," Journey hissed at him. He cringed, crossing his arms over his chest and lowering his gaze to the floor. He didn't know what to say - goodnight? No, that'd be weird. Nice to meet you? It really wasn't. Well, he couldn't deny it; it was nice to meet her. He wished they could have done more, and he would have wanted that, but his guilty conscience had stopped him. He let out a sigh, watching her leave and closing his eyes as the door slammed. Shit. |
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