A Week of Rain

[Vixen]

The smile never left Zipporah's reddened lips, even as her mind blared He's shy, he's naive, and he's a giant fool. His facade of bravery was a very credible one, or would have been if he hadn't been pulling away from her. Zipporah had never committed any sort of rape or molestation before. To do so would have implied that the mark was unwilling, and she knew two things: one was that He Who Walks Behind the Rows was her God, and two: she was beautiful. Who wouldn't be willing?

Someone she had overestimated, she reasoned. She had gone too sensual too fast. First she had shown him the demure, virginal, giggly girl and then she had switched gears and showed him a femme fatale. Anyone would be frightened of a schizo. She mentally kicked herself, batted her eyes, and tried to regain the ground she had lost.

"We-ell," she drawled, shifting her wait to one leg and allowing a hand to fall to her outsretched hip, "I was sort of hoping...for a kiss?" she tilted her voice upwards at the end, as though she was uncertain of how he would respond, turning her demand into a question.

Her words still rang in the air, when she gasped, recoiled backwards, and glanced at the dishevelled ground beneath her feet. "I-I'm sorry. That was very forward of me. I should leave you and pray for the Lord's forgiveness." The platter had been passed. It was his turn to chase her, now.

[Tzach Dorman Colt]

Colt was rather happy she had asked for a kiss, although it seemed that she was less like herself now. But then again who was he to judge someone he had only just met? He would then nod at her timidly, only to find her recoiling and then apologizing. He shook his head quickly as he realized what had happened, or at least thought he realized, and then reached up to take her hand, “No, no, don’t leave… It’s not really a big deal. I mean, if you really want that kiss I don’t see why I can’t give you one. I won’t tell anyone, honest. I mean, I like girls a lot and you’re very, very pretty. No, beautiful.” But then he decided he would just try to wow her some more in actually kissing him.

He was starting to think that now he could turn the tables around and maybe take advantage, but then again, an older girl would have more wisdom than a boy his age, so he could be wrong. But of course, with his pride and ego being stroked, he didn’t bother to think about that possibility, the fact that it could all be a trap for something she would’ve wanted. Exactly what she wanted was still a mystery to him, but he was starting to feel that she had chosen this particular place for a reason; him. Even if she probably didn’t know that he was there in the first place, she could’ve felt the impulse to enter. Then again, it was raining, so it was very likely she just wanted shelter.

“There are really no words to describe just beautiful you are, miss.” He said calmly but his face was red across the cheeks. If she still wanted that kiss, he would definitely give her one, but she would have to bend down to him since he was kind of in an awkward position to stand up. But then again, if she hoisted him up in the air and gave him a big fat one, he wouldn’t care. A kiss from this girl was like a blessing to him, almost like a dream come true. Even if he had only just met her. “So… do you want that kiss?” He said as he started to pucker up.

[Vixen]

The boy's lips puckered, and Zipporah stifled a giggle. He reminded her of an old goldfish she had once had. Particularly, the goldfish when it was feeling peckish and devoured the fishfood she had spilled into its cage.

Likewise, she remembered that the auburn fish had ultimately ended up floating on its back. She had fed it too much.

She considered pulling out right then. Laughing in his face, sputtering, 'of course not' but decided against it. For one, rebuffing him in such a crude manner would certainly foster ill feelings towards her. For two, she could lead him a little further.

"Of-of course I do," she stammered, wringing her hands against one another. "It's just..." Once more she worried her lower lip, well aware that the redness incured by the previous bite had already faded. "Oh, this is indecent!" she purred, but, in direct contradiction of her statement, she arched her back forward and went to press her thin lips against his.

[Tzach Dorman Colt]

OOC - Sorry if it's a bad post. =3

Knowing fully well that a girl like Zipporah, being older, had more wisdom and possibly more experience, than a boy of Colt’s age would. But then again, Colt loved to flirt with girls. He loved to make out with girls. So in a way, except for his close friends that would stay with him in this particular building, he had done more kissing than any average boy of Colt’s age would’ve done. As for more than just kissing, well, that was another story for another time. But of course, Zipporah seemed like she was nervous, and he certainly didn’t want to pressure her. After all, he knew he was nervous himself.

Now she had puckered up, and so he started to pucker up once again. He let her kiss him, and from this point on he would just let her kind of guide him along, whether the kiss would just remain a peck on the lips or if it would evolve into more of a passionate kiss, he would leave it up to her. But his face was no longer too red, instead it was a bashful pink, and the hair on his arms would soon stand up. The boy was starting to develop goose bumps just from that kiss. He hadn’t shut his eyes, so in a way he was still able to see the girl, although he was feeling rather awkward yet he did enjoy it.

[Vixen]

{ ooc no. I thought it was fine }

It seemed that the invitation had been accepted.

Zipporah draped her eyes behind her dark lashes and pressed her lips against his. His lips were as soft as she had imagined a boy his age would be, and she could just imagine his wet, serpentine tongue lingering in the dark passage behind them. She wasn’t certain if he would appreciate her exploring that crevice, but inwardly shrugged her prudence away.

This was her conquest, after all. It was hers – not theirs, for her enjoyment. She had been losing all control today, her influence over Isaac, her decoration as new defender of Gatlin –it was time she exerted the dominance that was due to her, Zipporah of Gatlin, daughter of the the true God. And after the widdles of minutes she had spent playing the demure virgin, it was time the true vixen came forward, and claimed payment for the humiliation she had to endure to achieve victory.

She pressed against him so that she would feel his shudders as surely as if they were her own. Zipporah pressed her tongue against the corner of his mouth, beckoning him to grant her entry.

[Tzach Dorman Colt]

OOC - Well, thanks! ^.^ Oh, and sorry for the long wait. =3

Well, at first, he was so sure that the only kiss they would ever share would’ve been a single peck on the lips, but he certainly found out differently when she had pressed up against him. He became tense, especially even more so when he felt her tongue on his lips. Now he knew what she was looking for, and willingly, happily, started to pry open his lips, ready to wrestle her tongue with his own. He knew all about making out, so hoped that she would be pleased with his talented kissing. But then he quickly pulled back, his face already too red to become any redder.

“… Sorry,” he said, although it wasn’t out of shame. He simply said it because he hoped he didn’t upset the young lady. He didn’t know her well, and he was pretty sure she didn’t know him well, either. He reached up and scratched the back of his head, chuckling nervously. He would then stretch out his arms and legs, trying to become less tense, while speaking, although his words were interrupted by a short yawn as he spoke, “We only just met, so… I mean… I just want to maybe, get to know you better first. Or something like that.”

[Vixen]

{ ooc Eh. I hardly noticed. Happy Halloween, by the way! }

What the ---

When the boy pulled back, Zipporah had tumbled out of a cloud of ecstasy and landed flat on her ass on the earth below. She had finally been ready to stake her claim, was going to wrangle him all the way to the floor before ultimately shoving him away, and he did it first?

She bit her lower lip, this time not to redden it, but to keep herself from screaming: Who the hell do you think you are? Have you seen me?! I'm the most gorgeous thing that's ever gonna give you a second glance, buddy! Not only that, I'm going to be honored as the Defender of Gatlin and Slayer of the Blue Woman. What else do you want, you spoiled little bastard?!

She politely listened to the boy's rebuttal, which sounded eerily similar to the one she had been planning herself. Uh-uh. No. This wasn't how things went. She wasn't rejected.

"Well...then..." she curved her lips into a seductive smile and stared at him through half-lids, "maybe you're right. Maybe we should just end this right here. Someone was waiting for me anyway," with those words in the air - her accepting his ploy for attention and hinting that she would find another one, she turned as if to leave.

He was trying to play hard to get. He'd run after her, she was certain.

After all.

Who wouldn't?

[Tzach Dorman Colt]

He noticed her expression and at first he felt bad. He hadn’t been sure if she wanted to go on with the kissing, but he knew for himself he didn’t really think it was best. After all, only having just met her, he didn’t know her well except for her name and, well, her form. For that, he did feel slightly guilty for having stolen a peek at her naked treasure of a body, but he wouldn’t admit to even having seen her, in the fear that she would slap him hard across the cheek out of resentment.

He nodded, only half agreeing with the young woman. He honestly didn’t want her to go, but then she had someone waiting for her. He reached to scratch his head, finding it a little strange that she was willing to go back out in the rain. But if she needed to leave, he wasn’t really going to stop her. He would simply watch if she walked away, half wishing that she would just turn around and pretty much tackle him into a kissing frenzy. But he wasn’t really that attractive, even though he knew perfectly he was handsome.

[Vixen]

Zipporah slowed her pace, casting a worrisome glance over her shoulder. The boy, the ignorant little child that had been so blessed as to have her, the leggy, busty, and beauty Zipporah even give him a passing glance, was just going to let her walk out. Into the pouring rain. Away from him.

Was he stupid? Was he a true fool, unable to comprehend the gift that he had had in his grasp? Never would a chance like this happen upon him again. As assuredly as Zipporah had never been denied by any male with any sex-drive whatsoever, he would never come upon this chance again. And that had to be it. He had to be a fool, because the idea that he simply wasn’t interested in her was absurd. Almost as absurd as the idea that Zipporah would have ever bothered with him in the first place. But far less absurd than the idea that she would find herself thirsting for his affection and his fealty now. But to let him know her desperation would be to submit, and Zipporah only master was her God. All others were to bow to her. She was not going to give Colt the satisfaction.

The girl paused, and tilted her golden head to the side as though suddenly enpraptured with the sound of the pattering rain against the roof overhead. “Oh, I forgot…” she murmured. “The rain.” She listened to it a moment more. “I don’t want to intrude, but I might have to stay here a little longer. My friend can wait. You’re much more skillful – oh, I mean, more kind than he could ever hope to be.” She turned around and gave him a smile, one that slowly turned into a true one of joy instead of just a mirage. Zipporah thought she detected a grain of desire in the boy's young irises. All she needed to do was make him shed this damn gentleman's visage.

[Tzach Dorman Colt]

Colt was bashful, indeed, but with friends as close as his he was more of a wild child, and those friends would guarantee that. However, with Zipporah, he couldn’t decide whether to be his normal self or to be the safe, caring gentleman he had been playing out to be. He knew he wasn’t being normal, that was a step to a sense of recovery, or maybe gaining his senses back at least. The naked form of Zipporah, the soothing voice she had, and the fact that she had kissed him in a certain way, it had all knocked him off balance, but he felt he was starting to get more ground now.

He shrugged, but with a slight shake of his head to indicate that the young lady wasn’t much of an intruder. In fact he was glad to have her as company, but he blushed a little when he could’ve swore she said he was more skillful. He smirked and let out a small chuckle bashfully before turning to the window and looking out through the sheet. The rain was still falling, but it seemed to be getting worse. He could see parts of the streets being nearly flooded, and at first he felt bad, because he would’ve wanted to be out in these puddles, splashing around. But then again he had been out in the rain plenty. It would be a surprise if he didn’t get pneumonia the following day.

He was glad he was considered kind. Normally, logically, any girl her age would’ve called him wild and refer to him either as a peeping tom or worse, as a pervert. But this one was pretty different from the others, it seemed. Although Colt didn’t know many girls but those of his age and maybe a year or two younger or older, he could tell there was a big difference in this particular young lady. He smiled kindly at her, looking quite bashful, but also maturely, before laying back and putting his hands behind his head to try and relax, glad to know that he wouldn’t be needing that pillow over his waist much longer. “So,” he said to try and strike up a conversation, “Um, you got a boyfriend?”

[Vixen]

Zipporah considered the question. If she said 'yes' it would mean that he would have no reason to fear a vengeful 'boyfriend', but at the same time it could be interpreted that she was desperate. And she was by no means desperate. Ultimately, she took the mid-road. "Not a boyfriend," she murmured. "Just a close friend. But he's not as -- "

Cutting her words off, a loud crash of thunder roared through the skies above. Zipporah couldn't have planned that the rainstorm would suddenly change into a thunderstorm, but if she had she couldn't have planned it better. Without skipping a beat she unleashed a shriek, rolling with the punches and deciding to use the weather to her advantage.

"I'm afraid of thunder," she explained. "You were so good at getting rid of that bug I that...I... I feel safe around you. Could you hold me?"

[Tzach Dorman Colt]

He only shrugged in response to the comment of the close friend. At least he supposed he could have a chance with her, then. But then again, would she really like him enough to make out with him? Probably not, as there was still the age difference. But if it was really up to Colt, he wouldn’t care. The young lady was smoking hot, literally, and so he wouldn’t mind getting to kiss her again if he could help it. But he sat right there in the beanie chair. He nearly jumped up when the thunder had come through, almost as if a trailer truck had hit the building.

He looked up and noticed Zipporah’s reaction to the thunder, and almost, almost, smirked. Now she could definitely treat him like a man, for letting him protect her from the bad, naughty thunderstorm. He put a finger up to his chin, as if to think, but he was already quick enough to nod and moved to the side of the beanie chair, where he could nearly fall off if she plopped down he would certainly fall off. “Sure,” he grinned with a wink at the other. “I’ll hold you as long as it takes, ma’am. I’m like your knight in shining armor.”

[Vixen]

Zipporah almost quipped, 'Then let me see your sword, Sir Lancelot.'

Al-most.

Instead, she just curled against him, her mind reeling on how to lock lips with Colt once again so that she could properly reject him. "Thank you," she murmured, smiling down at her alleged defender from the weather. "You are a true gentleman. Do you..." she paused, as though reluctant to intrude on Colt's private business. "Do you have a girlfriend? I mean, you-- you seem like a catch."

[Tzach Dorman Colt]

OOC- Sorry it's short.

Colt had to shift around quite a bit to make himself more comfortable, now that a young lady like Zipporah was sitting with him, so closely. His eyes would awkwardly shift from her to the floor, with the boy clearing up his throat when that dreadful lump came back. His face was starting to feel warmer now, especially more so with the inquiry of a girlfriend and then being complimented. “No… Not really. I like all girls,” he stammered a bit at the end but collected himself in time. “Thank you. I’m surprised you don’t have an actual boyfriend… I mean you’re really beautiful and any guy would be lucky to see, I mean, have you.”

[Vixen]

Zipporah tried her best to be aghast. "Lucky to have me?" she snuffed. "You are aware that that could be interpreted as saying that I would be lucky to have in bed?" She softened any harshness these words might conjure up with a cheerful laugh. "You are very brash, Colt. Outgoing. I like that." She pursed her lips. "You should take more chances like that...I think." It was an invitation. But she could always deny that it was later.

And she definitely would.

{OOC: Its fine. i couldnt reply to a long post anyway. im still preparing for the tests from hell. lol}