Monday July 8th 10:49 pm - La Cirque - Sailor
Sailor didn't so much hear his words as feel them flutter like powdery wings against her cool flesh. Before he had even taken the stool next to hers she knew that this was who had been taunting her with his electrifying allure. Although she knew he was one of her own, he seemed to almost radiate a certain heat, as he perched next to her his presence flooded her senses, her smoldering copper eyes dilating in a heady combination of lust and authoritative dominance. If she didn't know any better, she would have sworn that she felt her heart lurch into a desperate escape to leave the confines of her ribcage.
Her liquid metal eyes slyly flitted to drink in his appearance, "Seems like I didn't have too look to hard, Love."
She ran delicate fingers teasingly from his bent knee up his inner thigh, stopping short of brushing anything too intimate. . . .for the time being. Great thrums of familiarity and forgotten feelings rode up her fingertips, enveloping her entire being in a shower of tiny sparks. She half closed her eyes seductively, hiding the intense feelings that were bombarding her, managing to keep her air of dignity about her despite the jumbled relay of messages flickering like a 8mm home movie through her mind.
Who the fuck are you, I KNOW you
The tip of her tongue darted between her barely parted lips, tasting the candy-apple red lip gloss. "So tell me, tall dark and . . .hmm . . . .fiendish", a smutty smile streaked across her scarlet lips, "You ususally spend your evenings stalking poor, little, defenseless girls?"