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Post by Tzach Dorman Colt on Nov 16, 2010 13:54:29 GMT -5
OOC - I apologize for the time it took me to write this ridiculously short post. =3
He was looking up at her, practically studying her now that she was closer and not kissing him like earlier. When he realized he must’ve looked like he was staring, he quickly averted his gaze to something else, such as the mattress by the young lady’s feet. She quoted his statement quizzically, only to have it result in an embarrassing question that Colt couldn’t bring himself to answer right away. After a moment of stuttering, his face turning red once again, the boy finally managed to pull out a single word, “No.” He chuckled nervously, reaching up to scratch the back of his head as she continued to speak. “Well… Some girls do like me. They can’t seem to get enough of me.” Really.
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Post by Vixen on Nov 19, 2010 16:25:49 GMT -5
{ No worries at all. I've been absent myself. }
And that was it ---
Zipporah didn't allow the shock of the revelation to weigh on her features, but she was unable to keep the sensuous allure glittering in her eyes. She had thought she had been a wolf preying on a young lamb frolicking in the grass. She had planned on flaunting her experience and expertise around a naive virgin, to beckon him close with the promise of the delightful sin of fornication and then rebuff him, leaving him a fool and a reject. Conquered.
Instead, she had come upon another wolf in sheep's clothing. The two predators had been stalking one another. His idle glance towards the bed, and his almost-arrogant-almost-modest (a tone that Zipporah so loved to utilize) confession of popularity with the girls betrayed him.
To put it short, she had been trying to make a womanizer feel the fool. She was hunting big game. And she wasn't sure if, with her opening gambit, she had equipped herself with the right tools.
"Oh, I see," she said recovering. Coyly she asked, "And what about you? Can you get enough of them, Colt?"
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Post by Tzach Dorman Colt on Nov 23, 2010 11:47:05 GMT -5
Although he was a little confused as to why this young lady was trying to woo him, to say in the least, he was glad that she was here. She was indeed very beautiful, although she was making him slightly uncomfortable with her odd advances. He did have his own way with girls, but they were usually his age, and even then, all they would ever really do was kiss passionately until their faces would turn red and they would need to breathe. Never any further than that, since they wouldn’t know much about it. He did know about sex since the gang was always joking about it one way or another, and Colt did get curious, enough to want to try, but he never had the chance nor did he think he would’ve liked it if he did.
He shrugged timidly, stealing a glance at her breasts but forcing his eyes to immediately rise up to the girl’s face. “I like girls, a lot. But eh, sometimes the kissing gets a little painful and we end up getting sore throats.” So in a way, he was saying he probably couldn’t ever get enough of girls, but the kissing, he could handle without for a while. “Sometimes the kissing’s going nice, but we always kiss until our faces are as red as tomatoes and then that’s it. But the girls tell me I’m a great kisser,” he was pretty much blabbing now, “and so I don’t mind kissing them again and again. Until it starts to hurt or my mouth feels dry.”
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Post by Vixen on Nov 26, 2010 11:41:11 GMT -5
Zipporah nodded as though she didn't fully comprehend what Colt was getting at, though she was truly nodded with affirmation. She had been right. His words were a full signed confession as far as she was concerned. But she'd have her victory. And a rather risky move shot into her mind. She'd take the risk.
She did love to gamble.
"...Have you ever wanted to kiss me, Colt, until the kissing gets painful and our faces are as red as tomatoes?"
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Post by Tzach Dorman Colt on Nov 28, 2010 13:04:32 GMT -5
It took a moment for the boy to respond, as he was carefully taking it into mind. After a long moment of careful consideration, no matter how tempting it was, he shook his head in the end and began to stand up, gently pushing the young lady off his lap. “No, thanks. My friends might be here any minute.” Of course, he wasn’t sure if they would be, since it was still raining badly out there. All he knew was that he didn’t want to be humiliated, or to get any of the gang too angry what with welcoming a complete stranger, especially one much older, into their usual hideout. He did feel slightly bad, now that he had somewhat rejected the girl. “Sorry,” he said calmly but averting his gaze away from her. He moved across the room and started looking around. “But, do you want to play a game?” He asked, trying to brighten up the mood.
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Post by Vixen on Nov 30, 2010 20:09:56 GMT -5
{ ooc sorry my activity has been so erratic. my life in general has been pretty erratic, so i'm afraid my rping life is mirroring that.  } Colt pushed Zipporah away. COLT pushed Zipporah away. Colt PUSHED Zipporah away. Colt pushed ZIPPORAH away. Colt pushed Zipporah AWAY. There was no word in that sentence that added up. Colt was meant to hold Zipporah close, and it was her goal to push him away. He might as well have struck her. That would have injured her pride less than this humiliation. Her only consolation was that it had been performed in private. Her initial reaction was to promptly leave. But that would tip her hand - though she had already tipped it. She worried her thin lower lip, shifting uncomfortably. She was in a dead end. The teen couldn't very well deny she had ever taken an interest, now. The defense was gone. The offense - to take him by force - would be rather inane, due to the fact that she had planned on pushing him away. She had nothing to lose now. Maybe she'd just be herself. They were, as she noted previously, alone. "Of course I don't want to play a game with you," she snapped, already backing away from him. "I came here to play a game, and it would seem you won." And he had. He had done exactly what she had wanted to do to him. Her eyes narrowed. "For now. But, Colt, you will remember this day, I warrant you. I am rising in the world," murderer of the Blue Woman, and with Malachai gone she could take his place -- Isaac was displeased with her but she could win him back, she could win him back, "to the point where you will not be able to touch the hem of my skirt...and I will hardly notice when you are brushed away." She turned to leave. This time, there was no ulterior motive. She had tipped her hand, true, but she hoped her not-idle threat would give her more power of Colt than she could have arrested before. |
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Post by Tzach Dorman Colt on Dec 4, 2010 18:58:24 GMT -5
OOC - Poor Zipporah. xD
He blinked, in utter surprise but also in utter confusion. The young woman had just basically snapped at him and even commented something about him having won a game. But he wasn’t playing anything! What on earth was she talking about? His expression showed how he felt as he watched the girl start to leave, but instead of doing anything to try and get her to stay, or even to apologize, as he didn’t feel the need to for he hadn’t done anything, he simply lowered himself to the floor and sat while crossing his legs. The threat wasn’t really enough to throw him off, as he had plenty of threats before, especially those that could be considered worse, and only added to the bewilderment. “Okay…” He said with a raised eyebrow. “Go on and leave, then. You’re obviously nuts. I don’t know why I ever bothered to invite you in when you’re just going to leave in like ten, fifteen minutes.” It had been longer than that, he was sure of it, but of course he wasn’t good at keeping track of time.
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