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Post by +!Dori!+ on Jul 24, 2007 10:38:18 GMT -5
The noises had long died from her lack of interest in them. They matter not to her nor affected her current state of thought on him. Standing there in his arms was better then anything. And who would have guessed, in one night, they would have fallen this close together. Not to mention hearing her soft laughter at his words. Sasuke was so proud of himself it was too much and had grown on her already. Fu just gazed up at him, eyeing the rosy tint on his cheeks as she pressed her lips against him softly before pulling away, giving him no room to react.
"Oh Sasu-kun. Having a girl like means never going soft." She smirked, her golden orbs on his dark pools. "I'm a big girl. Take my own boots and everything. Besides, I'm not into weak, soft, mushy guys." She whispered in his ear, nipping his ear lobe softly. "I won't cramp your style, love." Fu mused, giggling softly at her words.
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Post by ‡†Miyavi†‡ on Jul 24, 2007 10:54:47 GMT -5
He tensed a bit at the kiss but relaxed. Who knew Sasuke, the one who women love, had never kissed before? Another thing he hated about having pale skin was that when he blushed, which was rarely, it showed up alot. And it didn't help that he blushed more from the kiss. He shivered a bit from her nipping at his ear then said, "Good. As long as you never slow me down." He then did his trademark smirk, of course in a joking way. "Oh and don't expect any weird nicknames or any of that stuff. Cause you should know by now I will not do that. Fu is good enough for my to call you. And you should feel honored by that since I barely call anyone their name." He added smirking at the thought.
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Post by +!Dori!+ on Jul 24, 2007 11:20:34 GMT -5
Fu felt so proud of herself, seeing the famous Ice Prince blush because of her. It was something she took credit for greatly. Listening to his murky words on such trivial things like names. It made her laugh again as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. The tigeresses fingers played with the ebony strands just above his neck, tilting her head playfully. "Glad to hear it since I don't answer to 'hey you' or 'bitch' or 'freak' or 'weirdo' or anything like that." She warned him, the names coming from school in her everyday life. School could be cruel, but it all depends on how one took it and she no crap from anyone.
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Post by ‡†Miyavi†‡ on Jul 24, 2007 11:28:08 GMT -5
He smirked a bit at her comment and said, "I'm not that mean." He glanced around the club and noticed the crowd was starting the thin down. He then looked at a near by neon clock and noticed that it was about the the time where the sun started to rise. He looked back to the tiger and said, "Well I'd hate to interrupt our 'tender moment' but it seems the sun is going to rise soon and I'd rather not get yelled at by Akito or anyone else today." He took his arms back to his sides and put his hands in his pockets. "Of course the choice is up to you if you wanna leave, Fu. I don't care since I hate that house anyways." He told her, as he waited for her answer. He shook his head so the light sweat that was in his hair came out so his spikey ends started to stick up like they had earlier this night.
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Post by +!Dori!+ on Aug 3, 2007 18:01:56 GMT -5
She too noticed the wavering crowd that had once surrounded them. It was strange how all good things came to an end when you loose yourself in the 'tender moment' as he referred to it. She couldn't help but giggle at the words, her hand reaching up and then ruffling up his now respiked hair. The moist sweat sticking her her hand as she cared little for what it was. Fu could have really cared less since her and Akito never got along. "I don't care if we go back or not. Not like we're exactly welcomed there in the first place, right?"
She couldn't help but add the last words, running her fingers through her strands to untangle from the fast beats of earlier. The tigeress wanted to rip her top-layed tank off sicne she had worked up a heat, wanting to feel the outisde air.
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