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Post by Entrypi Cryme on May 17, 2010 23:51:45 GMT -5
She cocked her head a little at his sudden stop but didn't comment on it. Whatever; he had drama, baggage. Who didn't these days? She wasn't lookin for an interview with Oprah at the moment. Sure, she might want to hear about whatever it was someday... But not right now.
"But enough of Sylar, Bella, and... Hell in general." He smirked. "Entrypi..."
She perked an eyebrow, curious. "Declan," she returned concisely "Quit playin', you know you want me." She shook her head at that, laughing. "Oh really?" she teased. "I do?" Smirking, she ducked her head close to his. Meeting his eyes evenly, she asked, "And what makes you so sure?"
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Post by Declan on May 18, 2010 14:57:04 GMT -5
"Oh really?" she teased. "I do?" Smirking, she ducked her head close to his. Meeting his eyes evenly, she asked, "And what makes you so sure?"
He smirked wickedly, leaning in ever closer. "Yes, you do." He said with a soft chuckle. "What makes me so sure?" He repeated with a grin. He ran a single finger down her cheek, lips curling into a smirk.
"Your eyes, your face. The way you checked me out earlier, and I could easily detect that you were getting slightly worked up when we were close like this just a moment ago." He told her with a cheesy grin.
"So." He smirked, eyes locked on hers.
"Am I right, or am I right?"
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Post by Entrypi Cryme on May 23, 2010 11:45:37 GMT -5
His finger down her cheek made her shudder but she held it in. No need to show him prematurely that he was right. She would make him work at least a little bit for it. Keeping her face impassive, she did nothing more than blink and wait. Blink and wait for him to give his explanation on how he just knew that she wanted him so badly.
And damn if everything he said wasn't one-hundred percent true. She had been all hot and bothered ever since he got close. Ever since she could feel the pheromones coming off him. She was sure she was giving off the same vibe. But, well, didn't that give them a somewhat level playing ground? She wanted him and he wanted her. Where did they go from there?
"Am I right, or am I right?"
She shrugged, revealing nothing. Not that it really mattered. Because everything he had said was right and she knew that he knew that it was all right. "You're right," she finally answered. No need to pretend. They were, after all, both consenting adults. "How about you, though? Are you going to tell me that you're not sitting there, wanting me as badly as I want you?" She perked an eyebrow, waiting to hear what he had to say about that.
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