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Post by Sky on Oct 3, 2012 1:17:13 GMT
Calista blushed a deep red, her face nearly matching her hair. She looked up at him, kissing him back deeply. She was drunk, what do you expect? Her to push him away. she wasn't thinking straight, had this been normal circumstances then maybe she wouldn't have let him kiss her like that. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him in the kiss longer. She finally pulled away, her face still red with her blush.
"It's going to be like that now eh?" She winked and giggled slightly, not really sure what to do next.
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Post by kiddie on Oct 3, 2012 1:51:22 GMT
“You sounded like a birthing whale,” blurted Artisan.
Immediately covering his mouth with his hands, as though trying to shove the words back into his mouth, Artisan knew it was no point in trying to hide his grin. Whatever he'd done had definitely resulted him in seeing a different side to Lambda than he ever dreamed existed. The young mechanic laughed, lowering his hands so Lambda could see his smile. It was more funny than embarrassing, if anything.
“Or a pregnant yak,” he giggled, "Constipated seahorse?"
Even when though he tried to make their mistake seem like no big deal, Artisan was still blushing from head to toe. “If I do that again...” he said mischievously, trailing off. He winked at Lambda and went back to comparing her with a wide variety of animal noises.
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Post by [*DOC] on Oct 3, 2012 12:23:10 GMT
Of all the things he could say. Of all the things that one could possibly think of in such a situation, he said that. That. In retrospect, it almost seemed like this was the comment that temporarily broke Lambda's brain, sending her into a flailing spasm, lightly hitting her fists against his chest, blushing furiously, eyes squeezed shut with tears in the corners, lip quivering.
"H-HOW COULD YOU S-SAY SUCH A THING, YOU JERK, Y-YOU... M-M-MONGREL..." She trailed off, seeing his laugh and smile, as if for the first time, finding it disarming, almost. Looking really rather upset, her flailing stopping until her fists were just placed upon his chest, sniffing slightly. "I-It was your fault... Y-y-you shouldn't have... b-bitten my e-ear like that..." She sounded almost mournful now, horrified that he could make fun of such a delicate matter for her. It was all so foreign, and now he was saying that her natural self sounded like a birthing whale, for God's sake?
Moving so that Lucas sat back into the little booth Calista had been watching from previously, he moved the girl onto his lap, only briefly interrupting the kiss in doing so, running his fingers through the girl's hair, in the back of his mind admiring how soft it was, whether or not that was an appropriate thought to have while engaging their current activity.
Moving back a little, mostly so that he could breathe, Lucas chuckled lightly, able to tell that perhaps this young lady wasn't as experienced as her strange confidence led you to believe. Pressing his lips lightly to her neck, he murmured against the skin "Do you have a problem with that~?" teasingly, before moving down to where her neck and shoulders met, leaving a trail of light kisses in his wake, keeping one arm wrapped around her waist to keep the obviously rather drunk girl steady on his lap.
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Post by Sky on Oct 3, 2012 17:00:36 GMT
Calista blushed a deep red as he placed her on his lap, her legs straddling him. she giggled for a moment before his lips pressed against her neck, at which she froze for a moment while he spoke. "No, I don't have a problem with that," she laughed and blushed deeply as he started to kiss down her neck.
When he reached the point at which her shoulders and neck intersect she let out a light gasp that turned into a soft moan, her head tilting back ever so slightly and her eyes closing. He had found her sweet spot, something that she had not expected anyone to find. The fact that she was drunk made her forget this though, ignoring the sound she had just made thinking it was someone else entirely.
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Post by kiddie on Oct 3, 2012 20:58:49 GMT
“Only you could make a birthing whale sound hot,” laughed Artisan. The flurry of Lambda's attacks didn't hurt him, but he caught her by the wrists when she at last settled to a stop. It hadn't been his intention to upset her so badly. At the most, he expected some yelling but it never occurred to him she'd cry over a silly thing like that. Could this really be the same girl that slashed a sword like ribbon twirlers waved their batons? Perhaps that's why he'd always secretly liked Lambda; no matter how hard he studied her, there was simply no figuring her out. “I promise not to bite your ear unless you want me to,” said Artisan, “Or if I really really can't let the opportunity pass.”
“But when I can, I'll do this instead..”
Lightheartedly, Artisan pulled Lambda's wrists towards him so she'd come closer. With the dramatic flair of a diva, he leaned in close so their lips were close enough he could feel warmth radiating from Lambda's skin...Then, he nuzzled his nose against Lambda's to give her an “Eskimo kiss”, keeping their lips apart.
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Post by [*DOC] on Oct 3, 2012 21:28:46 GMT
Mumbling hoarsely and incoherently as he complimented her, however perverted it was, she looked up at him in surprise as he caught her wrists, tensing and almost shying away as he moved his face towards hers, but blinking in surprised as all he did was rub his nose against hers. That was... not quite what she'd expected, but she both liked and appreciated the fond gesture, causing a small, still slightly embarrassed smile to play on her lips, seeming a little more comfortable now.
"A-as if I'd want you to bite my ear anyway... it's not like I... e-enjoyed it... anyway..." This was quite obviously a lie, particularly when one would notice that she averted her gaze as she said this, flushing at the memory. Looking over to the bartender, she moved back a little, before motioning him over.
"I'll just have a water." She asked curtly, not wanting to end up the same way as Calista... although, if Heinz had anything to do with it, she most likely would. As the bartender placed the glass - in a pint glass, oddly - down on the bar in front of her, she took a quick sip to cool herself down, before placing it back down and looking back up to Artisan, her flush diminished, but still obviously there.
Lucas paused, grinning broadly against her skin as she reacted, mentally congratulating himself for managing to find her sweet spot in record time. Perhaps it was a fluke, or maybe he was just that good... Either way, it was nice to know that even after a little while away from the fairer sex... and his own, his skills had not diminished. Encouraged by this, he very gently kissed and nibbled at the spot, moving his free hand away from her hair and trailing his hand over her arm, before moving it closer to her chest, moving slowly to gauge her reactions, in case moving too fast over would cause him to get slapped.
They were in public, yes, but sat over in the booth out of the way, and relatively out of sight, there were some things they could get away with, as long as no-one brought attention to them. Lucas just found himself praying that Lambda didn't notice, at least not before she'd had a drink... or four.
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Post by kiddie on Oct 3, 2012 22:28:04 GMT
“When you say it like that, it's obvious you didn't enjoy it, you didn't,” said Artisan, “But who's to say I didn't? I can't let you—hiccup—have all the fun.” The mechanic's cheeks were blushing, although more from the alcohol than embarrassment. Smiling because Lambda was smiling, Artisan plopped down into the stool next to his boss and ordered another drink. The name of whatever he was having sounded Spanish and fruity, and as he sipped on the new glass, he found it probably had a few shots in it. Ah well.
“Don't you—hiccup—want to try something other than water, Lambda?” he asked, “Order whatever you want on me. I'm sure there's something you want to try, you do?” Artisan wasn't purposely trying to load Lambda's system with alcohol, but he thought it'd be a good thing for her to relax once in awhile.
Oh, he was brilliant.
The rusted filter machine the barman poured the tap water through to supposedly, “filter out the lead”? Heinz had dumped the chamber for water and replaced it with vodka. Now everybody was going to get drunk! He chattering maniacally in the backroom, he sneaked out the door and behind the counters, awaiting for the fun to continue.
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Post by Sky on Oct 3, 2012 22:40:36 GMT
Calista gasped some more, surprised by the nipping at her neck. She ahd never experienced anyone kissing her neck the way he was, it was stimulating the drunk girl, making her want to do things that she normally wouldn't even think about. She moaned softly, her head tilting back further, her eyes still closed. Had she been sober she woudl have slapped the man by now and walked off.
But she wasn't, so when his hands ran down her arms and started to drift to her chest she did nothing to stop him. It wasn't like she had much there anyways. She shifted her hips, not knowing what kind of signal that would most likely give, but to try to get herself more comfortable in the man's lap.
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Post by [*DOC] on Oct 3, 2012 22:53:14 GMT
Blushing furiously, she turned her nose up at him, muttering "Pervert!" before draining her glass, blinking as she found that for some reason, drinking it caused rather the headrush. She liked this head rush. Motioning for the bar tender to refill her glass, she then proceeded to drain that too, a vast grin breaking out on her features, beginning to sway ever so slightly on the stool, asking for a third.
This was some good water.
"Now, I know you enjoyed it, that's cuz you're a raging pervert, and I wouldn't be surprised if you reacted down there as well to my noise. But no, unlike you I am a good girl, who does not drink! Hic!" She pointed at his bellow the belt area as she said this, before blinking in surprise at her sudden hiccup, before bursting into a fit of giggles at it, interrupted by a few more hiccups.
Figuring that it was the way to get rid of hiccups, she drained her third glass, now slowly becoming aware that everything was spinning a little, and Artisan looked incredibly attractive right now. Hell, so did Lucas. And Calista... how had she not noticed how hot her cousin was before?
"Actualllyyy, there is something I want to try... Well, I have sort of already tried it, but I think I can do better." She now gave Artisan a sly smile, leaning in close so that she hovered an inch away from his lips, her unsteadiness causing her to bump into them a few times before she worked up the courage to actually meet them properly, despite her new confidence from the alcohol, her kiss was surprisingly light, sweet and innocent, being genuinely all the poor girl could handle.
Relieved as she merely yielded to his touch, as opposed to punching, slapping or kicking him as he'd feared, encouraged to move his wandering hand to her chest, keeping his touches light, a little bit thrown by how... little there was, compared to his perhaps generous expectation. But Lucas wasn't against smaller breasts, he could appreciate them in pretty much any size, so he continued on quite happily, until Calista shifted on his lap, causing a light shiver to run through his body, even causing the man to blush a little.
His kisses and touches becoming more fervent, he lightly sucked on her skin with the intention of leaving a love bite, his touches turning to somewhat of a light grope - as much as he could manage with what he had been given, anyway - having had rather the reaction to Calista's hips shifting against his own, thinking a little less of their current publicity, and a little more of the young, beautiful woman before him, and all the things he could do to her in the coming night.
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Post by kiddie on Oct 3, 2012 23:40:35 GMT
“LAMBDA. THE GOLDEN COMPASS IS NOT POINTING NORTH!” hissed Artisan, swatting at her to try and keep her eyes away from that particular...land mark. It hadn't done anything per say, but even drunk he didn't like anybody staring. That included Lambda.
“I see somebody had a change in attitude, they did,” murmured Artisan. He held back a laugh as Lambda bumped against his face several times, each chuckle erasing some of his previous embarrassment. As their lips met, Artisan kissed back just as earnestly. One hand draped itself over the side of Lambda's face while the other toyed with her upper ear, his slender fingers tugging and tracing its ridges...and ew? Was that ear wax?
Momentarily distracted, Artisan pulled back first. “I want to know what the hell they put in that drink,” he laughed, “For you to not be calling me...mongrel. SHIT.” Initially meaning the statement as a joke, Artisan came to the conclusion that something had been slipped into Lambda's drink. He swirled the glass a little bit and took a sip, recognizing it instantly as pure vodka.
“Okay. We're going back to the hospital,” said Artisan, “You're going to lie down, try not to move, and not drink anymore of this water, you aren't. You'lre brain will thank me in the morning.”
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Post by Sky on Oct 4, 2012 5:04:52 GMT
Calista blushed lightly as she felt his hand brush against her chest, surprised by the touch but at the same time not rejecting it. She giggled lightly as she noticed the blush. She smiled and nuzzled his cheek for a moment before she felt him kiss her neck more deeply, including sucking on her neck. This made a moan escape from her lips, her eyes closing in pleasure.
The groping didn't help her any condition much either, the more he touched her the more she wanted him to. It was like the alcohol had turned lose the inner beast, the inner teenage girl who wanted to experience it for the first time.
This was definitely not a sober Calista.
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Post by [*DOC] on Oct 4, 2012 9:15:49 GMT
Pouting furiously as he pulled away, and then even moreso as he demanded they go home, Lambda shook her head with uttermost passion, taking the glass back from him and draining it, a small, giddy hiccup heralding what was possibly the most stupid thing the girl had ever said in her life.
"No! I like it here, I am your boss and I say we stay here! Calistaaaaa, Artie-kun won't make out with me, you shall instead!" She declared, marching over to Calista and pulling up her up from Lucas' lap, much to the man's surprise, looping one arm around her waist, lacing her other fingers through the girl's, squashing herself right up against her in a fashion that could be called a pervert's dream.
"Hah, see if this doesn't make you jealous, mongrel!"
Gazing down at her cousin - due to the small amount in height difference - Lambda blushed, suddenly aware that she was waiting for some sort of go-ahead here, since she had never personally kissed a girl before, much less her cousin. But this was definitely a good idea.
It would certainly teach Artisan a lesson, anyway.
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Post by Sky on Oct 4, 2012 15:03:06 GMT
Calista blinked as she was suddenly pulled away from Lucas. She hadn't heard Lambda shout about making out with her so when she was spun around to fafe her cousin and she pulled her in close Calista's face turned beat red. She giggled to herself before wrapping her arms around her cousin and looking up into her eyes for a moment.
After shr waited for what felt like an eternity Calista decided it had been long enough and leaned in, kissing her cousin compassionately, ignoring everything else around her. If Lambda wanted to make out with her it would probably lead to somethi.g a bit more.
Lucas and his touching could be blamed for that.
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Post by [*DOC] on Oct 4, 2012 16:11:21 GMT
Letting out a muffled squeak as Calista, well... went for it, so to speak, Lambda froze up for a moment, before remembering her goal to make Artisan jealous, closing her eyes and returning Calista's kisses with an equally fervent passion, entangling her free hand in the girl's hair, keeping one arm around her waist to pull her as close as she dared.
All she could hope was that Artisan was watching, and was jealous, like she'd planned. What she hadn't banked on was the fact that Lucas was also watching, with a slightly flushed face now, eyes wide with surprise, staring at the unexpected, once in a blue moon sight before him, really not sure what to make of it.
Well, obviously, it was rather the attractive sight, there was no doubt about that. He had - for once - the respect not to try anything with Lambda, as the two of them were comrades and friends, but it wasn't as if he'd never thought about it, and his feelings for Calista had already been made clear, so this...
This was a dream come true. Unable to tear his gaze away from them, he found himself faintly muttering "Huh, I never had her down as bisexual...", before leaning back in the booth into a more comfortable position, to enjoy the show from a full vantage point.
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Post by kiddie on Oct 4, 2012 20:35:06 GMT
Mouth agape and cheeks flustered, Artisan was frozen in time. No amount of willpower could get him to avert his surprised gaze, but it also didn't stop him from approaching the duo. Should he break it up? He probably should...but he so didn't want to. It was like choosing between abstaining from chocolate coated almonds or breaking out into allergic reaction; both sides having horrific consequences.
Having heard Lucas' comment, Artisan shook his head. “Don't get any ideas,” he warned, “She's just a lightweight, she it.” Calculating brown eyes flickered back to the counter, where Lambda's glass was being pulled away by two hairy hands.
“YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING TRAITOR!” shouted Artisan. Yanking the monkey up by the scruff of the neck, Artisan seethed at the little creature. It looked like Heinz had his fair share of fun for the night. A stolen gold chain necklace was draped around his neck, a healthy looking wallet was wedged between his teeth, and his tail secured itself around a camera.
A camera.
Artisan's plan consisted of three basic parts. The first was that Artisan would have the number one source of blackmail on his hands for the duration of his company with the duo. The second was that they'd have to believe him when he explained all he crazy stunts being pulled. The third was...well, what a guy like Artisan would do with those photographs.
“Listen to me, you little bastard,” scolded Artisan, speaking to his pet in Korean, “You've been causing trouble, yes? You slipped something into their drinks! I can't believe you! Well, I'm this close from shaving you stark naked...unless you do exactly what I say. You're going to take pictures, Heinz. Take pictures of Calista and Lambda right now!” The monkey made a chatter of protest, noticing the pink coloring his master's face. What did Artisan need pictures for? “Do it, Heinz,” ordered Artisan, “Do it right now or so help me--! Lambda's going to get monkey fur mittens for Christmas!”
The monkey scurried off and starting taking picture after picture, having clicked the buttons so fast if one were to flip through the photos, it'd look like a slow motion movie of Calista and Lambda making out. If the film ever landed into Crusader hands, none of the workers could ever look at their bosses in the same light again. As Heinz snapped away, Artisan approached Lambda impatiently and tugged her pigtails back like one would do to the reins of a horse.
“Woah there, Nelly,” he said, “Didn't you wonder why I was inviting you back to the hospital? You know, out of the public eye?” Oh, he was lying through his teeth. Artisan honestly didn't plan on doing anything that advanced with the Golden Compass, but at least he'd stop Lambda from groping her own cousin. “You're such a dummy, Lambda,” he tutted, “You're really missing out.”
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