BABYDOLL
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Post by BABYDOLL on Nov 13, 2011 15:36:18 GMT -5
Remy felt her face flush slightly, despite her best efforts, because maybe the proximity to the boy and the shouting and the obvious charge of anger in the room was more than she had bargained for, precisely, and she found herself swallowing hard as she listened to the boy’s rant, and he boasted and threatened and she shook her head in a contemplative sigh. “That won’t be necessary.” she replied, waving the boy’s threat off, because she was quite happy with this reaction, quite satisfied with the way it simmered and boiled beneath his skin, pouring down into his words. “Let him keep his face, if he’s so unfit. I don’t see why you’re bothering so much if he’s so obviously inferior.” she pointed out as an afterthought. She had almost pinpointed the term for it, scrolling through a mental catalogue of emotions, synonyms, things she’d never yet had reason to feel, never seen, hadn’t had a name for. She finally settled on jealousy, the weight of it was right, and she had been learning of it in films, and movies. But the motivation confused her, because jealousy was when you liked someone- in a very specific way, a way she was quite sure she had never considered before. A way she was fairly certain princely sorts did not look upon little doll girls.
She covered her confusion with movement, reaching to tug at the ladle stuck in the wall, bustling around the little dorm kitchen as busy as a bee, intent on dispelling the myriad things shifting through her mind. Because her thoughts had begun going in all manner of frustrating directions- jealousy cropping up in her own mind as she considered the fact that he had practiced with other girls, girls who were like him and strong and probably important, girls who were not glorified sex-doll-maid-things with indefinite lifespans and only a bare grasp on the real world. Girls who probably giggled and simpered instead of shouting and cleaning, girls who probably didn’t feel a strange need to provoke people into anger in order to feel comfortable around them. He moved back into the kitchen and it looked as though he was going to talk again, and she was fairly certain she didn’t want to deal with any more words, which were quite too confusing for her, of late, and she slammed the ladle into his lips instead, waiting with baited breath- because this one was real, this was the actual attempt, and if he hated that how would she prolong her usefulness? She felt like Scheherazade, trying to spin a thousand stories, night after night- only instead of trying to stay alive, she was trying to..something. Stay close, prove her worth, she wasn’t sure what it was exactly, but she felt like maybe she would know it when she saw it, or felt it, or what have you. “Is it good, do you like it?” she questioned eagerly, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
She watched carefully, shoulders relaxing slightly as his eyes lit up and he drank down the ladleful of it, and then a glass of water, and to be honest she nearly glowed at the praise, twisted around as it was, as folded in on insults and strangeness. She had been about to reply with thanks, gratitude for the praise, when something strange happened. Her eyes locked with his, and she felt a little mesmerized, a little dazed, a puzzled expression crossing her face for the barest second. And then there were lips and they were on hers and warm, and she felt her eyes slide shut, a soft sound of surprise bubbling from her throat. She broke away abruptly, swallowing and turning back to the pasta, moving to find another plate. “You said after dinner, for practicing.” she reminded him in a voice that was a bit more stable than she presently felt, ladling the sauce across the noodles with careful precision before turning and shoving the edge of the plate into his chest, his hands. “Go eat, go !” she demanded, something in her head still reeling, dizzying, and if there was a god out there that listened to dolls who may or may not possess souls, she hoped he would grant her just a bit of insight. Because Remy was no virgin- it was an impossibility, given her situation, but she was also something very naive, something innocent. Because that had been a kiss that wasn’t expected, asked for, or coerced. That was one that had come out of the blue, one that she had returned because she wanted too, not out of some strange sense of obligation, and that was new and confusing and strange, utterly strange, and she privately decided that living in the real world was a huge, humongous headache.
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MARS
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cat's out of the bag, boyo
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Post by MARS on Nov 13, 2011 16:08:56 GMT -5
What was that, Mars? What in the fuck was that? Are you crazy? Mars took a moment to contemplate his own actions, thoroughly shocked by what his body did without his brain's consent whatsoever. He was walking towards her one minute and the next he had her wrapped up in one hell of a kiss. He said nothing in response as she pushed him away, shoving a plate of pasta into his hands as well. "Y-Yes. After dinner....right," Mars mumbled in his own disorientation as he stumbled back over to the dinner table, still figuring out just what the hell was wrong with him.
How had this entire event even transpired? It was because he couldn't keep his own jealousy in control when she brought up that boy, the arrogant little prick whom Mars would love to destroy. And the jealousy! There was utterly no reason for him to be jealous at all. It was beneath him to feel such confusing and baseless emotions, but there it was. The alien would be a fool if he was to deny that he enjoyed that kiss. He loved it and it turned him on even more when Remy responded in kind.
Sitting down into his chair rather heavily, he played around with his pasta for a few minutes as his brain re-wired itself in an attempt to get the power started back up and everything into functioning order. Soon enough, he managed to shake himself out of the stupor and focus on the task at hand. "The pasta...it smells satisfactory. Your efforts are a decent step-up from your chili dog fiasco. This...pleases me..." Mars said hesitantly before shoveling forkfuls of pasta into his mouth, eating as if he had never consumed food in his entire life. What was with these compliments?
It was a fact that Hyperions used a massive amount of their body's energy every day and needed to eat nearly half their weight in food to get it back. Of course, he made no attempt to also state that the deliciousness of the food in front of him played a factor in his ravenous eating. He had given her too many compliments. That's probably what was causing all this craziness to begin with.
"This dish was satisfying. I demand more!" A sudden bang rang out through the dorm room as he slammed his fist onto the table. His plate was completely cleared off, as if there was never any pasta to begin with. The boy never claimed or attempted to be terribly polite at the dinner table, used to servants having a new plate ready at all times. Pushing the plate away, it gave him time to assess his situation right now and plot a proper course. Right now, more than anything else, he wanted to make out with Remy. That was the truth. Just the little bit of the kiss they shared whetted his appetite and now he wished for more.
Alas, he couldn't simply take the kiss; there was many acts of violence he didn't find himself above, but rape definitely wasn't one of them. Yet, he couldn't deny the attraction, an attraction he wanted to thoroughly pretend never existed. An attraction he'd much rather beat out of his head because it came with a smörgasbord of emotions and feelings towards this girl that threatened to drive him to the brink of insanity. [/blockquote]
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BABYDOLL
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Post by BABYDOLL on Nov 13, 2011 16:25:20 GMT -5
Remy didn’t leave the kitchen. Instead she paced back and forth, back and forth, in steady tandem, until she thought she’d probably wear a groove in the tiles, and she leaned her forehead against the refrigerator, staring down at the floor. What was she thinking? What was he thinking? Who was he, to just..just..grab her like that, put that fire in her veins, make her dizzy and- she cut off all trains of thought, because that was not something she needed to do right now, think. She needed to occupy herself, somehow, get her mind off the madness that had just transpired. And then the words rang out in her head again - after dinner, after dinner. Fortunately, he ate like a lunatic, engulf massive quantities of food. She herself had been designed to run on little sustenance- it was hardly very cost effective to create something that needed to eat all the goddamn time, right?
She opened the refrigerator, deciding to eat anyway, anything to keep her busy, keep her mind off of the want curling at her fingers. She snatched a container of strawberries from the cool confines, beginning to eat almost mechanically, because what else was there to do, but thing and want. She wanted a lot of things. Wanted more praise, wanted to follow him into the kitchen, wanted to press her lips to his again- want want want. She’d never wanted so many things before she met Mars. She hadn’t know she was allowed too, not really, and even if she had , what had there been to want? She’d had everything she knew existed- she just hadn’t known about much.
The ring of his demand set her to moving, because that was something she understood- demands- and she loaded a plate with the remaining noodles ad sauce, a veritable mountain of pasta, and as she shuffled out to put it down on the table in front of him, it occurred to her that as soon as he was done, it was officially after and she found her gaze fixated on his lips, and she fidgeted slightly, grabbing the other plate and scurrying back for the kitchen, washing, rinsing, occupying herself with menial labor. But something was stirring in her, rebellion and something else, something that made her reckless and strange, and she broke her uncharacteristic silence to stop back into the room where he sat, impulse overtaking her. “Yah!” she snapped out, diverting his attention back to her. “You can’t just shout like that, you have to ask nicely!” she shot at the boy, steadily moving closer, and wondering almost absentmindedly when her feet would stop doing that, but as she drew nearer and nearer it became evident her body was operating somewhat without her consent.
Remy was wanting again, as she stared the boy down, and she could have sworn a second ago green eyes were burning into gray, but suddenly it was his lips she was looking at, and she leaned over to push at his shoulder, prodding him away from the table slightly, the chair scraping against the tile, and when had she gotten so goddamn reckless, anyway? “And anyway, you have to say thank you! I’ve made you THREE dinners today!” she pointed out petulantly, snatching her hand back as if she had been burned, resisting the overwhelming urge to shift forward and straddle him on the chair, because one kiss, it turned out, was not enough, and now that she had started wanting, it seemed as though she was going to be rather greedy.
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MARS
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Post by MARS on Nov 13, 2011 17:06:16 GMT -5
The food wasn't enough. Why wasn't the food enough? Was it because he was feeling a different type of need, one that couldn't be sated with just pasta? Damn it! He couldn't take this shit for much longer! It was like as if all this tension had been slowly building up from Day 1 and it was just beginning to rear it's ugly tempting little head. If this was any indicator, Mars foresaw alot more of these situations cropping up in the future and he wasn't sure whether or not he was particularly against it. It was a sick type of thrill, an excitement at the complete wrongness and confusion of the thing. Neither of them understood what was happening here. Both of them knew one reckless move could prompt them to make horrible decisions. Neither seemed to care much.
The minute another plate landed in front of him, he practically dived into it, attempting to visualize his problems as a plate of pasta and devour it whole. His entire meal was interrupted by the incessant chattering of a small creature interrupting his concentration. Oh, wait, that was Remy. He looked up and slurped the rest of his noodles down before responding back in kind. "I'm hungry, damn it! Pleasantries can wait until after I have consumed my meal! I will not be interrupted for such petty things,"Mars barked back as he devoured the last bit of the meal and pushed to the plate to the side.
It was just in time as Remy suddenly turned the chair towards him and jabbed him in the chest, an impressive feat of strength. Here she was again with this "politeness" and "thank you" bullshit. Didn't they just go over this? Before all the desperate desires to make-out? To think that all this craziness started because she was too incompetent to make one damn chili dog. So hard to find good help around these days."For the last time, I don't say 'thank you', woman! There is no need. The fact that I do not chide you is indication enough." Mars raised up out of his chair and crossed his arms around his chest, unsure of what his next action should be. There was a meter in his head and the needle between "insult" and "make-out" constantly. Mars felt it was necessary to turn towards his usual reaction in situations like this. Putting one hand under table, with just a flick of his wrist, he flipped the entire thing, spilling plates onto the floor. It always felt so satisfying and cathartic. It brought his anger down and amused him all at once.
So why in the hell didn't it work this time? It did nothing but exasperate his emotions to even greater heights. His blood and veins felt like fire, his fingers twitched, and he could practically feel his heart pounding in his ears. The meter was wavering again. He had no idea what to say. Was there words right now? He opened his mouth and the words never came. It was a moment that induced utter stupidity in him; his body froze up and he simply stared at her for what seemed close to a minute. Then? It happened. One of the prince's hand shot out and pulled her down into the chair with him. One hand pressed against the small of her back, he leaned forward and kissed her again. Plates lay scattered on the floor. A table was flipped on it's head. There was a knife lodged in the ceiling.
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BABYDOLL
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Post by BABYDOLL on Nov 13, 2011 17:26:40 GMT -5
It had all crept up on Remy, desire and want and need, building, swirling until it was beginning to become quite bothersome, something she couldn’t readily shove to the side, much less casually catalogue, place into a box, marked with the appropriate emotion, and slip it away in the shelves of her mind. And it wasn’t like she hadn’t tried, she had. Over and over. She had blamed it on anything and everything she could think of- friendship, jealousy, submissiveness due to his arrogant nature, anything, everything. But none of it was fitting properly. She narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms slightly as she glared down at him, trying to focus on anything but the way he moved, glared, shoved. “No! Pleasantries are supposed to come first! And you’re not supposed to just...just...devour that damn thing like some kind of barbarian!” she blurted out, stamping her foot again, because she was learning new things every day, but instead of shedding light on him they simply made him more confusing by half.
Remy made a strangled noise of frustration, reaching a hand up to tug at silken blond strands in dismay, because he really was the most difficult person in the world, wasn’t he, and she was tempted to demonstrate exactly the way she wanted to be thanked from now on, display it with lips and hands and- she colored briefly, narrowing her eyes at him doubly as he rose up, moving to flip the table over. “What the fuck! Mars are you fucking kidding me I JUST fixed all this!” she shouted at him, because really what was he thinking, it could stain, it was spaghetti sauce!
And she was just about to fall to cleaning it out of habit when something else happened, something that caused her breath to hitch. And she didn’t know why, exactly, when he was just staring, his eyes boring down into her, and she felt a vague ringing in her ears, heart thudding painfully, electricity rocketing through her, and she was rooted to the spot like prey in the eyes of a hunter. ”Wh-what- the fuck you do you think you’re looking at!” she demanded, eyes widening slightly, but he didn’t say anything, just stood there staring at her, and she had half a mind to prank him thoroughly, turn herself into dust and scatter or unravel his shirt - and oh, for a minute that second option was tempting, really tempting, and she swallowed hard before trying to shake the thought, because that was the exactly kind of creeping notion that had been getting her into trouble lately, had been making everything so strange and tense and strained and charged with a bizarre electricity that she couldn’t seem to shake.
She was about to start babbling again, anything to fill the strange silence, the tension building between them tangible enough to cut, when it suddenly snapped- or he did, anyway- and a hand caught her around the wrist and pulled her down and suddenly that same electricity was everywhere. She felt lightheaded, breathless, her hand moving to twist into his hair, crushing her lips down against his because...well, simply because she could. She shifted slightly moving one leg to sling it across his lap, settling across him carefully, but she made sure not to disconnect their lips, because she was greedy, and she wanted it, the warmth and the electricity of it. And if this was learning, or practicing, or what have you, she figured that was quite alright.
It was the first time in her life she’d let a mess go uncleaned- and she didn’t mind a bit.
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MARS
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Post by MARS on Nov 13, 2011 18:03:07 GMT -5
So. This is not really where he had expected to be when this day started. Mind you, he had actually expected to be eating a chili dog and instead he was making out with Remy in the middle of a wrecked living. To be perfectly honest, he would be dared to say that the making out might've been a better result in the end. Now, of course, he was completely ignoring the fact that this bout of lip-smashing would come with some very long-lasting consequences, particularly that it sent their relationship to a whole new level of complicated. It was already confusing enough trying to sort through the vaguely kinky friendship dynamic they had before, but this just added a whole new layer of complicated frosting to the cake. To be honest? He couldn't give less a damn about right now. The awkwardness and long contemplative nights could wait. He was too busy having fun.
His hand held her in the chair that threatened to fall over from their embrace and he had to actually fight Remy off him a few times just get a few seconds of air. Here he was thinking that he was the needy one, but Remy attacked him like an animal starved as if this would be the first and last time she ever locked with lips anyone on God's green earth. That was a-okay. Out of the corner of his eye, he could survey the damage left behind by their eventful day. Flipped chair, spilled pasta sauce (that was going to so stain) and not to mention the-did she just bite him?! It was totally unexpected and it prompted Mars to bite her back, teeth clenching onto her neck's flesh and leaving a red sore that would soon become a hickey.
In between the furious lip-locking, he managed to get out a few sentences in short breaths, the few times in which they remembered that even an artificial doll human and an alien creature needed to breathe on occasion. "This...changes quite a few things, I hope you-ah, the lip! My lip!" Mars laughed into the kiss when she bit his bottom lip prompting him to respond in kind. This was clearly not going to be the most efficient way to get his point across, so he decided to just shut up.
Something close to half an hour passed by before they decided that a break was in order, a time in which they could put their furious lips to rest and let them boiling hormones cool down to a simmer. Mars breathed hard, his hair tousled and splayed out over his shoulders with Remy still firmly rested in his lap. Taking an observation of their current position, he was vaguely surprised this didn't go any further. "....I am....I am....surprised by such ferocity. I didn't really think you had it in you, Remy." Those hickeys were definitely going to be there awhile and he wasn't just talking about his own. Still, the point of the matter was that...well, they just made out. Alot, if he could add. Part of him wanted to talk about this and try to hash out these feelings. The other realized that neither of them knew enough about feelings to understand their own. Not to mention, he couldn't care less at the moment. Couldn't that wait until after more lip action? The audience was more in favor the latter. [/blockquote]
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