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Post by Logan Street on Mar 13, 2017 16:31:34 GMT -5
 Well Hello My Friend The Scorch had passed for quite some time, and the hobble of half decapitated tents and charcoal surroundings had gotten quite a bit better. Those who had decided o come back to Nemus, seemed to have colonized and organized themselves as most of the debris seemed to have vanished, or at least hidden from view. This was now probably one of the main places to go, whether it be for food, workmanship, or other oddities. People had little tents or even just half assed racks set up to display what they spent their livelihood doing. It was amazing to see the different creations people came up with, anywhere from necklaces, wooden daggers (why talwyn? How pointless.Literally.) to large wood made carriages that were horse pulled. And while there was no money exchanging hands, goods for goods was the protocol, it was still the most opportune moment to get a head. At least for Logan.
The tall man was leaning against a large post next to a tent filled with some form of preservatives. Casually leaning with his arms crossed over his chest, he was using his usual dazzling smile to charm a group of women. Typical, like most women, they seemed more enamored with the fact that he had muscles and a smooth tone, then the fact they had almost been burned alive. Did the colonists just believe that because the Scorch was over, the danger was over? Perhaps they simply chose to play ignorant, which would be naïve in the end. Yet, at least their naivety allowed him a bit of distraction, and while he was surrounded by the lovelies, it created a good cover.
Blue eyes glanced around only so often, as he half payed attention to his guests. They seemed to be talking all at once, and asking about his gun. When one of them moved their hand to touch it, his reflexes were smooth enough to deter her hand and instead she touched his shoulder blade. ”Now ladies, never touch a man’s weapon, especially when there is so much more we could be doing.” His voice dripped with innuendo, that dazzling smile flashing again before abruptly something caught his eyes. Or rather someone. See, it was perfect, use the girls as a wall between yourself and everyone else and when a nice little stranger walks on by, simply turn slightly and access would be unlimited.
A single lone woman was perfect. After all, he’d already checked the three that were accompanying him, and they were empty. Unfortunately. Maneuvering himself, just as he caught sight of the woman walking past him, he reached his hand out. Most people wouldn’t feel the touch. Most people wouldn’t even notice until hours later that anything was missing. Logan was good, and unless you knew what to expect, he would definitely get away with it. Now if Logan was not so distracted with the girls who were slightly touching him (uncomfortably), he may have noted similarities – Yet his attention had been on the irregularities in her shirt. Where it looked normal to the untrained eye, the way it ever so slightly, pinched outwards was a sign, there was something there. Something he was sure would be helpful, unfortunately he probably wouldn’t actually get it.
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Post by Farrah Benz on Mar 19, 2017 18:30:32 GMT -5
 they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed hen Farrah heard of the colonists trading in Nemus, she immediately hid everything of value and headed that way. Yeah, she was a nomad and her kind wasn't supposed to benefit from colony life, but did anyone really know? Sure, she was maybe a little rattier than them, because in order to get her peace and quiet she had to live farther from the river than those ingrates dared, but that was a quick fix. After a bath and a good rinsing of her clothes, she combed her hair with her fingers and was on her way. She smelled a hell of a lot better than she had any day recently, and her hair dried into its natural sheen straightness as she walked. Of course, her numerous hair ties adorned her wrist, as always, just in case she needed to kick someone's ass and get it out of the way quickly. Her arm finally out of the sling, Farrah had her knife strapped back to her left wrist where it belonged. It was embarrassing how heavy it felt immediately afterward, what with all her muscles in that arm being atrophied from disuse, but she was working on it. Now, at least, she didn't notice the extra weight. The pistol tucked into the back of her jeans now went everywhere with her since she got the extra bullets and didn't have to worry about rationing as much. Now she wouldn't "bring a knife to a gun fight" as one douchebag had previously noted. She rolled her eyes. Farrah stayed back from the booths when she first reached them, studying the way everyone interacted. She'd feared the colonists would all be on a first-name basis, but the longer she watched, the less she thought that was the casae. This colony was smaller than Exurbia, but it still boasted impressive numbers, making it impossible for everyone to know everyone else.. and giving Farrah the perfect opportunity. A collected calm coating her features, she strode forward like she belonged there. After the life she'd led on Earth, it wasn't all that difficult a facade to put on. And with her hair the way it was, it was unlikely anyone who had pissed her off previously would recognize her. A woman had an array of tools laid out, formed from a mixture of wood, stone, and vine, that caught Farrah's eye. Weapons, she thought, and leaned over the makeshift table for a closer look. The woman tried to start a conversation, seeming bubbly, but a shift at the back of her shirt had Farrah reaching swiftly behind her to grab a hand that most certainly wasn't hers, and give a nice twist. Rounding on the thief, her nostrils flared in preparation for laying into him. "You," she seethed, shoving his hand back to him with enough force that if he wasn't holding his weight properly, he'd stumble. Yet, despite him trying to steal from her, she still smirked. She heard a group of women gasp femininely, and her eyes flicked to them. "Enjoying yourself?" she asked, giving Logan a knowing grin as she sidled forward to run her hand down his side, making a quick grab for his knife. She didn't try to remove it - just make a point. "How would you like it if someone tried taking your shit?" she whispered, much closer to him than she ever wanted to be. [googlefont=Bungee Outline] |
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Post by Logan Street on Mar 19, 2017 21:26:56 GMT -5
Well Hello My Friend He knew an instant before her hand grabbed his own, knew in that brief moment as his finger tips just brushed both skin and metal, before his hand was abruptly twisted in a grip that was surprisingly strong. He knew. Of course it was fucking her. Who else would it have been? Oh no! Not some innocent bystander who was stuck in La-La land. No that would be way too easy. When she had twisted his hand, a surprising big part of him was shocked that she had not instead stabbed his shoulder, or at least broken his wrist. You know it's bad when you just assume bodily harm is going to come to you. What was it with women? Did they just see Logan and instantly want to hurt him? Now, Logan, as always, failed to realize the common denominator was definitely not everyone else.
Psycho Suzie. Painful Cassy. And every other nickname he could possibly think of looked up at him, and seemed to almost hiss 'you' at him. When she seethed at him, the lazy arrogance he knew she would just absolutely love, instantly took over. His lips twisted into a smirk, and the pain and annoyance at being caught midact was pushed aside s quickly as it had arrived – He really needed to practice more especially if she would be able to catch him. Well at least it hadn’t been one of the boneheads he’d been talking too, that would be slightly more embarrassing.
Still, it had to be her. There was something about her that just, it was just so infuriating. And, maybe a little amusing. Logan had already started to forget about the girls he’d been charming for the past 30 minutes, having put on an act to keep them deterred enough until he figured they had nothing worthwhile. It wasn’t very hard to charm them, after all he was Prince Charming. For some reason it just didn’t work on her. Maybe because she wasn’t a bonehead, but still.
As the girl moved closer to him, he was instantly made aware of how close she was when her hand ran down his side towards his weapon. Keeping half his attention on where she ran her hand along his side, and half on the way she was smirking up at him. ”So..that’s what you look like in daylight, Cassy.” The last time he had seen her it was still the Scorch, and she was pretty banged up. Perhaps he hadn’t noticed it was her mainly because her arm was no longer in a sling. That and the fact he had never actually seen her in daylight, always by fire light or moonlight. Still, one could not deny she had a specific way about her, that he should have known.
His hand moved quickly to her wrist just before she reached his blade. His grip was firm, fingers encircled her wrist before abruptly he yanked her forward. The motion would pull her hard against his torso. The grin on his face was giant, and pure amusement twinkled in his eyes as he stared down at her. “Oh, little girl, you definitely wouldn’t have a chance at stealing from me. But of course, if it ends like this-”He paused in his speaking just the briefest of moments as, if it was even possible, his grin grew even wider. Blue eyes flickering to cast his gaze downwards pointedly, as if to emphasize how close she was. ”-Then please do continuously try.”
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Post by Farrah Benz on Mar 22, 2017 20:00:16 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed assy? "That's not my name, and by now, you know it," she chided, mostly because she'd incidentally learned his that time with Colette and the girl with the horse, and hated that she had. Logan was just so.... Not douchey enough. He needed to be a Chase, or Zane, or something like that. "I'm sure those girls let you nickname them whatever you damn well pleased," she said, inclining her head towards the group of observers, "but you should know better than to think I'm going to roll over and take it." Running her eyes over him, she added with the remainder of her smirk, "Not while we're upright, at least."Surely that would throw him for a loop. The only nicety she'd ever given him was the solace of her cave that night after she'd totally saved his ass, so he'd never seen this side of her. It existed, and she'd used it pleeeeenty of times back on Earth, but it had been quite some time. Now, she laughed something between cold calculation and actual amusement when he pulled her closer. That was a relative term, considering she'd already put them a hairsbreadth apart. The embarrassing part - the second where she thought maybe playing this game with this man specifically had been a terrible, terrible mistake - was when he called her those two dreaded words again.... And instead of immediately wanting to stab him, a wave of something not totally disgusting washed over her. Her eyes went a little wide, brow scrunching together at the unwelcome.. whatever it was. She stayed put, though, and thankfully didn't blush (it was pretty rare for her cheeks to betray her like that, thank god). "Is someone having trouble getting physical contact?" she asked snidely, though one look at the women swooning over him not fifteen feet away was testament enough. If he wasn't such a giant pain in her everything, she might consider him attractive, sure. But he was, so she didn't. End of story. And then the game was suddenly over, because Farrah realized something. They were both here without a damn thing to trade, with the hope of acquiring something sweet, probably by a slight of hand. Eyes sparking with mischief, her gaze on Logan shifted to hopefully convey the plan. It would be soo easy to dupe everyone here... if they worked together. "Let me help you," she quipped, and gripped him by the forearms to swing him around and shove him forward, causing him to land backward on the trinket woman's table and send everything flying. "HEY!" the lady screeched, standing up abruptly. Straddling Logan where he fell, Farrah grabbed whatever she discreetly could and leaned down like she was going to kiss his neck - keeping everyone's attention on the supposedly erotic display rather than the subtle movements she was making with her hands - and shoved the stolen goods down the inside of his pants. They were tucked into boots - the perfect on-the-go shopping bag.  | | ✉ | roll them somewhere new and steal something cool xD |
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Post by Logan Street on Mar 26, 2017 19:20:13 GMT -5
Well Hello My Friend HThe girl had never divulged her name. It was amazing how many people Logan had met that he never even knew their name. Red was one of them, and Cassy here..Well she was another. Ever since he first met her he decided to just go with whatever nickname his mind could create at that moment based on her temperament (which seemed to change faster then he could keep track of). The day she had learned his own name, he thought he caught a flicker of annoyance at it, as if she hadn’t really wanted to know or something about it bothered her. Although he didn’t realize it was because apparently his first name was not douchey enough. He’d probably go back to thinking she was absolutely mad again if he knew that.
Her comment about how she would not roll over and take it had his lopsided smirk back. Something he definitely didn’t think was that she would let him push her around, perhaps that was why it was so absolutely entertaining to be around her. Stubborn and absolutely irritating she was. Well. Most of the time. Right then with her chin tilting to look at him, and her frame against his own, perhaps she was a little less irritating. How many innuendo’s had he made to her before and nothing ever came of it? It was mostly just a game to him. After all, that’s what Logan was all about. The chase, and trying to push until she punched him in the face apparently.
But this time, the lilt to her voice and that smirk on her lips had both his eyebrows raising to express the small shock that played in his thoughts. Of course, her laugh had him forgetting the large group of girls who seemed to be just as shocked as him. Have you ever seen a tongue tied Logan? He was expecting a knee to the groin, not for her to actually play the game bac. Where’d her quick to flare temper go? Her annoying quips about how annoying he was? Or her inability to accept that the camp had been abandoned and it had been his right to be there. Damn, if the girl didn’t go back to being her irritatingly quick to fire temperament soon, Logan may be in trouble.
Then suddenly he was pulled and shoved down, his back hitting into a trinket table and sending everything flying. The screech of the woman whose table it was, mingled with the shocked gasps from the girls he had used as decoys, seemed to drown out around him. So she was completely mad – Was his first thought until her easily picked up her hidden demeanor, which was not hard to do seeing how she was shoving everything she could pinch down his pants.
His attention had been on what was available on just the table next door, a thought planning to match her own. Now, Logan was not one to leave such a situation not to his advantage, and when a woman was straddling you with her lips a hair breadth away from your skin, you don’t just sit there like an idiot. Well, unless you are an idiot. Which Logan fancied himself, not.
His foot moments before knocking the flabby leg of a table in a mock accident so the table next to the old womans fell down. He rolled them a bit more aggressively than necessary until she was pinned under him with just a little to much force, having maneuvered them towards the new fallen objects. ”I think perhaps you should make it a tad more realistic..I’m not really feeling it..” His voice was deep, but quiet at the same time as he spoke into her ear, definitely not able to be heard over the new merchant who was causing up a tiff. And of course, that ever present amused tone tinged his whisperings.
Then, as if to mark his words true, he captured her into a rough kiss that had the old woman pray under her breath and began to swearing in exasperation. The woman was probably frantically picking up her things, attempting to remember what went where as others started to hear a commotion of banging. His one hand moved swiftly to partake in souvenir shopping, while his other seemed to take advantage of running up along her side. One fore finger touching, then hooked, into the hole in her shirt from when his blade had ripped it. Logan tugged it, as if to emphasis in mockery and nostalgia.
Then footsteps could be heard above the commotion, and another deeper manly voice that could only belong to a Watcher could be heard calling out ‘Hey’ from the distance.
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Post by Farrah Benz on Mar 28, 2017 21:11:43 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed A. She had him. That look of shock signaled Farrah's victory, and she'd be celebrating it for the foreseeable future because hell. yeah. She finally got one up on Captain Douchecanoe! She still rode the high as she threw him into the woman's table, satisfied with her ploy as everyone around them gasped and scrambled away, but not one tried to stop them. She grinned, mouth almost against the skin of his neck but not quite there. As long as he caught on, they were going to cash in big time. And he did. Farrah laughed (she'd meant it to come out as a girlish, completely-unlike-her giggle, but she was having the most fun she'd had since touching down on this dreadful planet, so the sound was actually sincere), the world spinning over as Logan whipped her to the next table. It registered in her mind that he was moving too quickly to ensure a soft landing, so she braced for impact at the last second and thankfully managed to keep her head from smacking into the ground. He knocked the wind out of her, cutting off her gaiety and making her quite literally breathless. "Care-," she began, but was cut off by her sudden hyperawareness of him. Her spine did not become more rigid with his words, and that hand at his side was 100% just to make sure he didn't crush her when he came barreling down. She didn't know exactly what he was doing until it was happening, causing her eyes to momentarily flash wide before she closed them and tried her damnedest to appear "into" it. The hand at his side tightened reflexively, a sort of oh-no-you-fucking-didn't, not paying attention to whether it gripped fabric or skin. She became acutely aware of how everywhere he was, and arched into him completely of her own volition. The stillness of her hands - when they should have been stealthily gathering more prizes - was the only indication that perhaps she wasn't as completely in control as she let on. The tug at her shirt was like a bucket of ice water being poured over her. Farrah stiffened and made a grab for whatever could be grabbed easily, then abruptly sat up, stronger arm at Logan's chest to make him go with her. They only managed not to smack foreheads because their lips were still meshed, but once they were upright she cut that off swiftly. With a smile that reached her eyes only because she wanted it to, she giggled (she actually managed it this time) up at him and not-so-playfully shoved at him. "Let's go, let's go!" she playfully whispered, albeit quite loudly so their audience would hear and think them just a way-too-horny couple, and started moving so the second he let her up they could make a run for it. Everything happened so quickly that she was still a little winded when they stopped some distance away, having zigzagged so even if the Watcher(s) followed them, they'd be safe. Leaning against a tree across from Logan, Farrah put a hand out, palm up. "Alright, give me half," she said, entirely business. [googlefont=Bungee Outline] |
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Post by Logan Street on Mar 30, 2017 21:13:25 GMT -5
Well Hello My Friend Ha. He had her. The thought crossed his mind when her hand gripped at his shirt, and she pressed into him for just the briefest of moments. At that reaction, he definitely did not swear at all the people that were surrounding them. But, as nice as the feeling was, and as much as he wouldn’t admit how overly distracting it was: Come on girl, you supposed to be doing something right now passed through is mind. Then just as quick as she seemed to have paused, just as abruptly she seemed to snap and grabbed whatever she could.
Then suddenly she was pushing him upwards, her palm pressing against his chest and in turn, separating them. When she urged him that they needed to go, the tone of her voice did not match anything that he grew to know about her. ”Sorry ladies, perhaps we can play another time.” was his egotistical response towards the girls he’d spent the last while with, before he was being beckoned to leave. The calling of the Watchers sped things a long quite nicely.
So he obliged. Following after her with hilarity clouding his expression. As they passed by the three girls, who seemed to furrow in their own emotions, he flashed them a quick smile. Hey, he may need them at some point in the future, and it’s always good to leave women on good terms right?
Quickly following after Cassy, with the Watchers being heard in the fair distance making their pace seem just slightly unnaturally fast. He was glad to leave them behind, as the thought of having yet another run in with them in the same week sounded less than pleasing to him. Still unsure on the laws associated with Nomads, one thing he was certain was he definitely did not want to find out. Plus being able to come and go in the marketplace and trading post was very handy, as one would note by how heavy his pants had gotten in a short period of time.
Logan kept pace just behind the girl with ease, even as she took each sharp turn. She definitely knew how to lose someone, and he secretly made note of the maneuvers she made to do so. Who knows, the information may be helpful in the future. Moving quickly, but silently, until finally she seemed to rest against a tree and held out her hand with her little demanding voice. Damn. Girl sure knew how to ruin the fun now didn’t she? Because that was definitely what it was, and no matter how much she would pretend otherwise he’d actually heard her laugh. Not that giggle shit she faked that was like nails on a chalkboard, but a real laugh.
So perhaps she held emotion after all.
Somewhere...Deep..deep..down.
But then she had to go into one of her other personalities of resting bitch zone. It would be too easy to just hand her her share of the trinkets that seemed to awkwardly be held in his pants. But, that wouldn’t be Logan now would it? Taking a small step back, he let his eyes roam down her frame for a knowingly awkward time frame before glancing at her open palm as a look of consideration crossed his face. Then, just a moment after his smug smile lit up his face: ”Hmm..No. I think I’m good.”. With that, the soldier’s grin grew before he turned to walk away from her, and the full haul of what they had gathered seemed to be going with him. So much for always needing to leave women on good terms.
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Post by Farrah Benz on Apr 9, 2017 13:33:14 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed is remark to the women watching them didn't even register with her, because her brain was just a little preoccupied. Alright, a lot. Damn him. ...Damn him more. That trailing of eyes down the length of her should have made her skin crawl in disgust. She should have spat at him, punched him, something. But she didn't. Instead, she had an extra-harsh exhale that she just knew he'd notice, because he was far too annoying not to. Her jaw clenched, annoyed with herself for reacting this way. She was in control of herself, always and forever. No one took that from her, ever. So when she stalked forward, she had a plan. And it 100%, totally and completely, did not involve anything about her personal desires aside from getting what was owed to her. ...Right. A predator's gaze locked on Logan, she tracked after him, strides long and slightly fast so she'd catch up. A hand grabbed his shoulder to whip him around, and taking a step forward would back him into the nearest tree. A thrill wove down her spine, but she was able to suppress it from externalization. "Good, huh?" she asked, taking her turn to look down the length of him. Leaning close, so they were only a breath away, she challenged, "Prove it," and meshed their lips with a ferocity comparable to what he'd done earlier. Goosebumps broke down her back, and once again she found herself completely confused by her body. This was a job, nothing more. She almost reached for one of his wrists to pin it behind his back (though he'd probably be able to get out of it anyway), but she was going to need both her hands free. ...To start working on his pants. She'd meant to be mostly unforgiving in the voyage to remove them, but her subconscious kept her touch... Wanting. A finger swiped at the skin exposed just above their hem, and as she did so she felt her face flood with heat. Was she becoming flushed? That didn't happen! Exhaling heavily to get herself back on track, she broke the kiss with a grunt and kept her face and eyes downcast so he wouldn't notice. Looking at him would be a mistake too, she knew, but she shoved that notion to the back of her mind as her fingers worked deftly at the button of his pants. | | ✉ | so many directions I could've taken this, but I wanted to give him a chance to react xD |
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Post by Logan Street on Apr 22, 2017 19:31:38 GMT -5
Well Hello My Friend Suddenly he found himself getting spun around and backed right into a tree. Well it was not like he actually thought she would just let him walk away with her share of the loot. For a moment he thought perhaps she was about to beat the shit out of him, (was it bad that was the first instinct he had whenever he was around any women?), but then the long look she raked over his frame had his brows raised. If it was meant to be seductive, he could not tell, only that it felt a little awkward. But just a little. With no time for some smart ass remark, suddenly she was kissing him and he found himself overwhelmed for a short moment. Suddenly she was everywhere and his senses were overwhelmed with the simple fact, that his body did not hate the taste of her.
Or feel of her. But when she broke the kiss with such haste, her fingers fumbling at his pants he could not help but be hyper aware of exactly where her hands were and when they kept brushing against his skin. Logan could definitely tell she was trying to make it about getting her share, but at the same time he knew how good she was with her hands and the amount of time it was taking her to undo them was a great sign that she was definitely not a hundred percent in control. One thing he knew about her, was she hated to lose control.
With her head down, he lowered his head to run his lips, just a breath away from her ear, his voice whispered and husky as he spoke into it “Losing control, Farrah?”For the first time her name was spoken from him, and the usual teasing tone or amusement had vanished. Abruptly, his hard hands moved down her frame, his fingers digging into her hips and pulled her roughly against him until their bodies were pressed hard against one another and there was no space between. Definitely no room to continue to try and loosen his pants down, and close enough that she could feel every..reaction..from him.
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Post by Farrah Benz on Apr 22, 2017 20:55:55 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed er head was tucked, so she couldn't see Logan's expression, but she could hear the-... Complete lack of amusement in his words. What the hell? Her hands stilled where they were, and only then did she realize how heavily she was breathing. Tone be damned; the actual words spoken were all that mattered. Was she losing control? Yes No fucking way. Not with the likes of him. Not after all the goddamn anxiety he'd given her over the months, the fucking broken arm she sustained saving his ass, and the general claustrophobia he induced. Spine locking - given away only by a slight twitch of her trapezius muscles - she looked up just in time to be forced against him. The bit of air he squeezed from her lungs came out in a grunt, and by sheer will alone did she manage to keep up the ruse. Eyes on his lips, she stopped the momentum of her head just in time to keep them from completely colliding. Instead, hers just touched his (which was a feat, considering he was trying to somehow make two bodies occupy the same space), and smirked. "No, but you are," she pointed out, and turned her right hand over between them to... indicate what she meant. Running her palm along him, she brought her hand up slowly, as if aiming to get over his waistband. She wasn't. Very carefully, she unsheathed her blade from its leather scabbard along her left forearm, running her teeth across Logan's bottom lip at the same time to keep him distracted. Keeping the weapon flat between them, she let the backs of her fingers run over his... reaction again, so the metal would only be touching her and he likely wouldn't realize she was even holding it. Then, making as if she were going to cup him, she inched the knife's tip to the base of the button on his pants, and removed it with a short but nevertheless effective flick of her wrist. They were close enough together that the freed fastener couldn't go very far, but the desired result of a gaping waistline was achieved. Pulling her head back just enough that he'd be able to see her expression, Farrah grinned wickedly - this one sincere - and breathed, "Oops."[googlefont=Bungee Outline] |
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Post by Logan Street on Apr 22, 2017 21:40:19 GMT -5
Well Hello My Friend The woman was the devil. Simply put. Everything about her was irritating. Annoying. Irrational. Even when she smirked up at him and commented on his lack of control, part of him wanted to scowl at her and the other part wanted to ravish her. Everything about her was driving him mad, and when her hand brushed over him any rational thinking that could have entered his mind disappeared from his thoughts: Toying with you. A distraction. Get your head in the game. A sharp intake of breath was audible, and he was unashamed by all his reactions.
Damn, he was caught.
It did not help that the last time he had been with a woman was back on Earth, literally lightyears away from where he was now. When he was about to start paying more attention to where she was reaching, she bit at his lip and it brought his insanity back. His hands moved from her hips, running up under her shirt and finding her back straight with tension and yet the softest of skin. Logan didn’t like to lose control. He didn’t. But, losing control to a woman was no shame in his mind. He knew he was nothing to laugh at in that regard, his smugness and confidence came from somewhere after all.
Unfortunately for Farrah, losing control to him seemed the end of the world. So when her blade moved and snapped his fastener, the freedom he felt from the restrictions of his done up pants only caused him to growl lowly, a deep rumble in her ear. One hand snapped around her wrist, while the other wrapped around her waist, ignoring the loosening of his pants and spinning them along the curve of the tree so he was pinning her against it. The hand with the blade firmly above her head. That annoying, smug grin came back to his lips again, matching her deviant smirk when his free hand moved, a finger tip trailling along the middle of her torso before reaching the hole he had previously caused, and with one quick motion, he ripped it in a wide vertical tear.
“Oops.”
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Post by Farrah Benz on Apr 22, 2017 22:29:57 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed er cockiness stemmed out of self-preservation, not any actual confidence that she knew what she was talking about. So when Logan sucked in a breath, she was caught off guard, and only his remaining still allowed her to continue on without a (noticeable) hitch. She'd been with men before; of course she had. But after being surrounded by dudes for as long as she had been, it was easy to forget how... effective she could be. Yeah, yeah, she'd flirted her way out of all sorts of things back then, but that was with her brothers backing her and everyone laughing about how dumb the guys had looked blubbering over her later. She was totally and completely confident in her ability to be a weapon. She was... much less certain of her ability to keep her composure when the other party wasn't holding up his side of the bargain. This was supposed to be a game. They were supposed to banter, piss each other off, and leave either on terrible or tenuous terms. With them, there was no alternative. But now she was getting down to a Logan she didn't know, and definitely wasn't sure how to deal with. That break in his usually crass exterior messed her up more than she was willing to admit. The plan had been to drop the pants, and keep up the act just long enough to gather what she wanted before taking a very flippant leave. It would piss him off to no end, and she'd be grinning about it for days. Except now it actually bothered her that that course of action would set her up for reciprocation later. A very embarrassing, very never-coming-back-from-that, humiliating reciprocation. Because she wanted him. FUCK, her subconscious stomped. He was annoying, and self-assured, and waayyyyyy too confident in how easily he could get a woman swooning over him. Not to mention capable, and strong, and just the right amount of fiercely protective to warrant swooning. Wait- those... Fuck. She was in so much trouble. Her tension wavered under his touch, the skin rolling in a shiver, and his growl awoke something in her she was unfamiliar with. For the second time in as many hours, she found herself between Logan and a hard place. Or maybe Logan was the hard place. He smirked down at her, and while she lost hers, her brain couldn't muster up the feeling of annoyance she usually got when he looked at her like that. This time it didn't feel like he was pointing out some grand flaw she had; he was promising every headache he'd given her was going to be soo worth it. So when his finger latched once more in the damn hole he'd created, Farrah had a hard time caring that he was about to destroy one of the two shirts she had on this planet - a testament to how far from normal he'd pushed her. Air kissed the bare skin of her torso. Once again breathing heavily, Farrah brought a knee carefully up so she had enough leverage that, with the assistance of her weaker arm, she could push him back. He didn't go far, but it was enough. Eyes boring into him, she switched into autopilot. Her right hand came down swiftly to embed her knife in the tree's trunk, and then her fingers were wrapped around Logan's nape and her legs encircled his waist all in one fluid motion. She wasn't exactly a petite woman, and with most men she worried about their ability to support her weight. But not him. [googlefont=Bungee Outline] |
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Post by Logan Street on Apr 23, 2017 14:56:35 GMT -5
Well Hello My Friend He kept waiting for her to push away in frustrated anger. Kept waiting for her to scowl at him, as she so often liked to do. Kept waiting on her anger over one of her few shirts getting completely ruined. But the look in her eyes was unmistakeable and when she did push him away, it was only for the briefest of moments before he found her smoothly latching herself around him. He didn't even let the emotion of surprise register, instead he braced himself and allowed her weight to be held against him easily. Instantly he captured her into a furious kiss, allowing every ounce of physical need and want to be pushed into it. Because it was definitely, completely, only physical.
After all
Everything about her was so annoying.
But still his hands grabbed underneath to help support her, lifting her up just a bit and holding her against him
Everything about her infuriated him.
And yet he did not stop as his free hand began roaming up, under what was left of her shirt, gliding over her skin and feeling the slight twitches of her muscles under his touch
Everything about her had his pulse racing. His head swimming and, specifically now, his body aching.
And yet he was definitely not stopping. As if to exclaim his frustration with her, he allowed his body to fall forward and pushed her rather hard against the tree again. Logan was not being gentle in any of his movements and yet knew Farrah could handle it. Too much frustration, need and aggravation was built up until it felt like all he wanted to do was devour every inch of her as fast as he could. A heated want to feel her against him, to feel her closer overwhelmed him and he abruptly broke the kiss with a deep grumble in his chest. Reaching up, his arm bent over his shoulder before he yanked up at his shirt, assuming she would move her arms, and removing it seemlessly. His frame was obviously toned, but not obscenely so, and was littered with small scars that showed he was definitely not a pansy ass boy.
Burying his face into the crook of her neck, his mouth moving along the tender skin, its softness almost surprising for how tough Farrah always presented herself. The thought of her being soft even seemed to annoy him slightly as he muttered out 'damn you' and bit into the skin. See, a bad decision is normally something you do, even knowing that you will regret it afterwards. And, Logan and Farrah? Together? Well they both definitely knew what was happening was completely and undeniably a bad decision, hell even the writers of the world probably know it. To Logan, he just really didn't give a fuck and as soon as he felt her skin against hers any tiny reasonable thought he could have had was thrown out the window. It was simple, really. He wanted her so he would have her..and deal with everything else later.
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Post by Farrah Benz on Apr 23, 2017 19:52:59 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed ater, when her head was on straight and she questioned herself six ways to Sunday, Farrah would realize that everything could've gone a lot more sideways than it did. He could've caught her, and just... stared at her, like "Horny, huh?". Maybe that would've been better. One of them needed to put the brakes on before this got out of control. Because, y'know, they were totally in control right now. That was definitely the thought that went through her head when he met her fire for fire. She'd never been ravaged before - at least, not to her knowledge (and she'd like to think that was the sort of thing you didn't forget) - but now she knew what it felt like. Which.... wasn't how this was supposed to go. He was supposed to be methodical. Measured. Going for what he wanted - sex - and nothing more. He was supposed to treat her as a means to an end, so she could do the same and they could both pointedly avoid each other for the remainder of their lives thereafter. But... he wasn't. He supported her against him instead of leaving her to figure it out while his hands did more important things - like strip her. Not that he didn't move quickly, but his actions almost suggested that he.... gave a damn. She was immediately annoyed that she even let her brain go there. It didn't last long. He was up her shirt a second later, and her thoughts derailed. No that they'd been particularly stable to begin with. She was so caught up in him that she didn't have time to register they were going backwards. Her back, and then her head, hit the trunk of the tree she'd been pressed against seconds before. She grunted against Logan's mouth, and it pissed her off that he knew her well enough to know that the sound was Farrah-speak for "dick." And then it pleased her that, at the other end of the spectrum, that also meant he'd know it wasn't at all an indication of pain. His rumble had her sucking in a breath, rolling against him in raw want. A second later, though, she straightened her back against the tree so she could support herself while he tore off his shirt, arms falling back against the bark, hands level with her head. She'd told herself she wasn't going to look (she was a comedian in a former life, she swore), but what sort of sex didn't involve being able to visually enjoy the other party, too? There was still plenty of daylight; there was no escaping it. So she looked. She was so happy she looked. And annoyed. Definitely annoyed. Because that 'B' word that flashed through her head and rhymed with shmootiful had no business being there. Thankfully, he saved her from staring by diving in for her neck. Exhaling harshly, Farrah tipped her chin in the opposite direction, hands coming ruthlessly back down to his skin. Her nails dug in, because if she didn't stay strung this tightly, she was going to lose her goddamn mind; and she needed that for when the Logan she'd come to know came back around. She needed to be prepared to snap out of it at a moment's notice, and do so flawlessly. Her tension was her last shred of protection against him. A breath hissed through her teeth at the bite. "Back atcha," she grit out, tearing the remainder of her own shirt from her body. There was no repairing it, so she had no reason to preserve it.. and every reason to get it as far from between them as possible. He wasted exactly zero time diving back in. -------------------- You... are a fucking idiot, her subconscious roared the moment she was far enough from cloud nine to hear it again. Her back was wrecked from continuously rubbing against the rough bark of the tree, and now she was stretching it in the opposite direction, crumpled forward against Logan. She was only being held up at this point by him leaning his whole weight forward (and therefore, into her), so the moment he straightened she plopped the few remaining inches to the ground. Her legs were putty from having been latched around him (she was sticking with the story that that was the only reason), but she put on a stoic face and dressed herself as best she could. The missing shirt was going to be a pain in the ass, but she just needed to get herself home to get its replacement. Logan's shirt was tangled in a branch, and what she actually cared about - the pants - were only as far from his ankles as they were because she'd shuffled them away when she'd went in search of her clothes. Quickly - because anything less and she'd lose her chance - she kicked them further from him, unsheathed her knife, and sliced them in half at the crotch. A quick knot at the leg opening, and she had herself a pretty convenient pouch for her half of the loot. She could take it all. She should take it all. The fact that she didn't should speak volumes. "That was fun. Let's do it again never," she said flatly, her inability to look at him the only giveaway that she wasn't as unaffected as she wanted him to believe. For a split second, though, she did manage to raise her eyes to him, just long enough to blow him a kiss before she turned on her heel and walked away. [googlefont=Bungee Outline] |
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Post by Logan Street on Apr 23, 2017 20:37:41 GMT -5
Well Hello My Friend His back stung, but not in a horrible way, just that sharp sting that happened whhen someone raked their nails into your back until it bled and clung to you with all their strength. Because, that is exactly what Farrah did. His forehead was resting on her shoulder, his breathing shallow and quiet – Not hoarse and deep like you would expect. Still holding her up, mainly with his weight, his grip on her hips subsided even though a tiny, small part of him was a little reluctant to move. Still, he straightened up slow enough that her legs could drop to the ground.
She wouldn’t look at him. It was like every movement she made was to distracted her from quite simply not looking at him. The soldiers eyes raised to look at his shirt that was entangled and torn. Standing seemed exhausting, so he lowered himself and leaned against his new favorite tree, stark naked and his arms crossing over his broad chest. Obviously, the man had no qualms about being naked but then…Did she just fucking cut a big hole in his pants? Here he was thinking she was going to pass them to him, but NO.
His eyes narrowed, watching as she picked up her fair share and loaded his pants with them before walking off. Part of him was pissed right off. What an infuriatingly, frustratingly, sweet tasting woman. The other part of him was obviously less pissed. His eyes scanned down her body and to watch them move, and a slow steady smile spread over his lips before she spoke.
Pure amusement sparkled in his eyes as she told him it was fun and to never do it again before hse blew him a kiss and started walking away. When she was far enough away she wouldn’t call back, he called out to her: “Don’t you worry Cassy, I assure you we will.”
Because you know, Logan is an arrogant ass.
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