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Post by MAKKURO ALENA MORENO on Nov 24, 2009 18:28:40 GMT -5
She stepped into the hallway, closed the door behind her then took a few steps. A frown crossed her face and she leaned her back against the wall with a small sight. Damn him. Makkuro liked Tatiana, she would probably place herself in front of her boss if someone were to shoot at her. But why did she have to hire that temperamental jerk!? Her delicate brows pulled together and she crossed her arms. Maybe she should just go to her apartment, which happened to be down the hall from Tatiana's, but she simply didn't want to. She was being stubborn. Why couldn't her boss have gotten a different bodyguard? Why him?
Makkuro reached up and rubbed the bridge of her nose. Chase probably wouldn't bother her if she didn't feel so attracted to him. Dammit! Makkuro could have ignored him, made him invisible, if her body didn't ache for him the way it did. It's one thing to ignore someone else, but quite another to ignore something as physical as this about oneself. Makkuro could easily push emotions to the back of her mind, but her physical state...not so much. Her body was betraying her!
With a huff she pushed herself off the wall and made her way further down the hall, her arms remaining crossed. She'd dressed in a pair of black jeans, and she'd thrown a plain black sweater over her blue and black lace and silk corset. Makkuro was known for wearing things that were out of the ordinary, and she had a particular liking for corsets. Her feet were clad in a pair of comfortable running shoes, her and her hair was thrown up into a messy ponytail, loose strands of blue framing her delicate face on either side. |
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Post by CHASE MOMIJI SATO on Nov 25, 2009 20:03:57 GMT -5
Well, he had to admit, this was a pretty easy job. Chase sat in a chair on the balcony, watching the setting sun, his katana laying across his lap. This whole situation seemed to have worked out pretty well, actually. All he had to do was make sure the Alpha was safe. His orders were simple, and he couldn't complain. The only thing about the whole situation that bothered him was that blue haired girl. What was her name again? He couldn't remember for the life of him. Who has blue hair anyways? For some reason she decided that she didn't like him. He had no clue why. Well, maybe a little clue.
Chase was never one to be nice to people, especially ones he's just met. The only reason why he didn't give attitude to the Alpha was because she paid him. Simple as that. He wasn't paid to be nice to people, he was paid to protect. So naturally, Chase had never gone out of his way to be nice to the Beta, but he didn't go out of his way to be an ass to her. So what was her beef? Maybe she was just a bitch. It didn't bother him too much. The only thing about her that really bothered him was how hot she was. Chase found it hard to keep his eyes off her, with her perfect little body.
Swearing under his breath, he pushed the thoughts of her out of his mind, standing up and walking back into the Alpha's apartment. Just as he walked in the main door closed, indicating someone had left the room. His dark eyes scanned the area, concluding that it was the Beta who had just left, because the Alpha was sitting right there. Walking to the door, Chase pushed it open, thinking that maybe he should invest some time into learning the girl's names, rather then just calling them "Alpha" and "Beta". Whatever, he was never good with names anyways.
Closing the door behind him, Chase stretched, a movement of blue catching the corner of his eye. Well well, look who it was. Blue Haired Bitch. 'i shouldn't call her that.. i might say it to her face one day be accident'. He knew she probably wouldn't pose a threat to him, but one never knows. Chase didn't think that she was Beta for nothing. Putting his hands into his pockets, he strolled over to where she stood, looking out the window. "Fuck, its borin' in there." he stated, not seeming to be speaking to anyone in particular, even though Makkuro was the only one standing in the hall with him.
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Post by MAKKURO ALENA MORENO on Nov 25, 2009 21:06:24 GMT -5
Makkuro found herself stopping at the set of windows near her apartment, looking over the water with a thoughtful expression. She heard someone approach but didn't bother to look and see who it was. This place was supposed to be safe, for now at least. Though she supposed it was foolish of her not to look. From the corner of her eyes she could tell the figure was male, and she caught a hint of red in the male's hair. Well there was no question about it now, Tatiana's new bodyguard was the one approaching her.
Her body reacted to him, urging her to turn and face them, then press her little frame all along his much larger one. Makkuro bit her lower lip to keep from cursing aloud. Damn body!
'Fuck, its borin' in there.'
This guy just didn't know how to say anything right did he?! Makkuro took a few moments to guard her expression. She would try to be nice, for Tatiana's sake. The Alpha had enough to deal with, without Makkuro causing more problems.
"When we are out in the city...things won't be so boring. There will be plenty of attempts to hurt the Alpha." and then you can show if you're really strong enoug to protect her. She kept that bit to herself, because it could be taken in a hostile manner. Chase seemed like the type to be temperamental, and she didn't want a fight.
Her body was still straining toward him, urging her to at least touch him. She wanted to yell something obscene and just go into her apartment. But she had to be polite, she could handle this. Makkuro was strong enough to fight againt this...impulse. Her delicate hands gripped onto the windowsill and her attention went back to the water. Maybe she would go for a swim tonight...clear her head. |
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Post by CHASE MOMIJI SATO on Nov 27, 2009 23:43:24 GMT -5
Chase stared out the window as he waited for her response. He seemed to wait a fair amount of time before she responded. He had to admit that there was a fair amount of tension in the air, and he knew it all wasn't coming from him. Just as her presence made him tense, he could sense the same type of reaction from her. He couldn't tell if it was one of attraction or loathing, it could have even been both. Chase was happy when she responded to him, forcing him out of his thoughts. He didn't want to think about stuff like that.
"When we are out in the city...things won't be so boring. There will be plenty of attempts to hurt the Alpha."
The corners of Chase's lips twitched up into a smile as he heard this. He has always had this thirst for danger, maybe he was an adrenaline junkie. Ever since he started learning martial arts, he would always put himself in ridiculous situations and see how well he got out of them. He landed himself in the hospital a couple of times, though.
"Let's hope yur right. I wanna chance to show you girls what I can do."
He said with an almost arrogant smirk on his lips. He had only been working for the alpha for a few days now, and had yet to have to actually do his job. He had to admit the first couple of days were boring, but if the beta was right, they would run into some action pretty soon. His heart started racing just thinking about it. This was the kind of rush he was hoping for when he agreed to do this job.
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Post by MAKKURO ALENA MORENO on Nov 28, 2009 0:06:32 GMT -5
She turned her entire little body to face him, crossing her arms and leaning the side of her body against the windowsill. The look she gave him was a challanging one. Tatiana would just have to deal with it she supposed, Makkuro guessed she wasn't strong enough to hide her emotions. She'd rather Chase see the hostility than the pure sexual desire she had for him. Makkuro was very aware of how close her apartment was. This meant that her bed was also very close, and she felt her body warm up at the mere though. So she released her frustration in the form of hostility.
"Is that so? Well, we're all certainly curious to see what you're capable of." The way she had her arms crossed pushed the rise of her breasts further out of the corset, though she was definitely unaware of this, or she wouldn't have crossed her arms. Her stance screamed challange.
Yes it was definitely better to challange him than let him see that she wanted him bare, feel his skin pressed to her own. Makkuro nearly moaned aloud, then nearly screamed in frustration. She wanted to stomp her foot like a little girl, but kept herself still, just standing there with her eyebrows raised at Tatiana's new bodyguard.
"I hope I don't have to step in and do your job for you." Alright now she was egging him on, there had been no need for her to say that. She was simply angry due to how strongly she was drawn to him. Her little hands were clenched into fists, and her cheeks warmed slightly from her anger. She was being a bitch, but she didn't care. She just wanted this heat to go away! |
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Post by CHASE MOMIJI SATO on Nov 28, 2009 0:42:10 GMT -5
He had to admit that this girl didn't seem like a threat at first, but when she turned and gave him that look, a part of him was scared. She had quite the presence to her, for her size. killer Barbie doll crossed his mind for a moment. Well, at least now he knew what the tension was from, because she clearly loathed him.
"Is that so? Well, we're all certainly curious to see what you're capable of."
Chase had to smirk as she crossed her arms, her boobs popping up in her corset. His eyes flicked down almost instinctively, but then his common sense kicked in, and he looked back into her eyes. Hopefully she didn't notice. So she was curious to know what he was capable of? Alright! pushing the dirty thoughts aside, Chase did something that he knew he may regret later, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. He was about to respond when she spoke again.
"I hope I don't have to step in and do your job for you."
He had to hold back a bark of laughter after she said this, her comment only fueling his want to ask his question. She was challenging him, he saw it in her eyes. Fuck her.
"Well if yur so curious, we could spar."
He usually never offered girls to spar with him, they usually got their asses kicked. But Chase was also curious to see what she could do. Hopefully she had some sort of combat training.
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Post by MAKKURO ALENA MORENO on Nov 28, 2009 0:55:23 GMT -5
She wasn't thinking straight, her brain was distracted, her mind spinning in circles due to her arousal and anger. Makkuro uncrossed her arms, and her eyes flashed dangerously,
"You're on."
Tatiana probably wouldn't like it, but Makkuro wasn't thinking rationall. Had she been in a normal state, she'd have refused his challange, hell, she'd have just walked away from him. But this guy was like a fucking magnet and she hated it.
"We can use my livingroom." She didn't usually invite people into her home, but she didn't want to wait, didn't want to go back to Tatiana's apartment, and she didn't want to fight in the hallway for everyone to see. Therefore her livingroom seemed the like the best option. Inviting this overpowering male into her home was probably a mistake, but she'd accepted his challange, there was no going back now.
Makkuro turned, took a few steps then opened the door and walked into the apartment, leaving the door open for him. The living room, kitchen and dining area were rather roomy-- these apartments were for those with money after all-- but they were very impresonally decorated. She'd saved all of the personality for the bedroom. Her bed was always covered in silk sheets, and there were sheer cloths decorating the walls. It was her little have, the colours in numerous hues of blues and violets.
She pushed the coffee table up out of the way, then stood in the middle of the living room. The coffee table hadn't been close to the centre, but she'd moved it just in case. Her hands went to her hips and she watched him, hoping that anger was the only emotion showing. |
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Post by CHASE MOMIJI SATO on Nov 28, 2009 16:36:55 GMT -5
Chase's heart beat wildly in his chest when her response fell on his ears. He didn't know why, but he was excited to see what the small girl could do. So when she responded with that dangerous look in her eyes, a fire ignited inside him, the excitement of the upcoming fight almost making him giggle like a little school girl. He didn't get a chance to respond before she turned and headed into what he assumed was her apartment. Well, that would make since that she lived down the hall from the Alpha.
Chase followed behind her, putting his hands into his pockets, strolling through her door slowly. He took his time walking into the living room, looking around at his surroundings. Not too bad, her place was nice at least. Lots of room too. He usually wouldn't spar in someones house, but just her living room could be a fuckin Dojo, so he didn't have any reservations fighting in here. Plus, if anything got broke, it wasn't his problem anyways. Sliding his leather coat off his shoulders, he tossed it onto the couch, leaving him in his white wife beater and blue jeans.
"Pretty nice place ya got here."
Taking his Katana from his hip, he tossed it over his jacket, followed by his twin pistols which were taken out of their holsters on his hip. Rolling his shoulders, he turned to face her, a permanent smirk on his lips. The look on her face was priceless, he couldn't help but smile. This was gunna be fun.
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Post by MAKKURO ALENA MORENO on Nov 29, 2009 16:02:24 GMT -5
She stood her ground, watching as he removed his jacked as well as his weaponry. The sight of his chest stretching that shirt of his, almost with the lean musles of his arms was not helping her in the least. Makkuro distracted herself by removing her black sweater, then taking the gun from the holster she had at her lower back. She yanked three knives out of each boot, one by one, then tossed them onto the pile as well.
Makkuro made her way back to the centre of her living room, not responding to his compliment about her apartment. The livingroom was so impersonal. He wasn't complimenting her, but the people who built this place. If he'd been standing in her bedroom and said it was nice, now that would be a different story.
She stretched her arms up and then back, a bit of her toned stomach showing as her corset lifted wit hthe stretch. Makkuro didn't notice, and had she noticed she wouldn't have cared.
"Let's do this."
She was impatient to start, she wanted to hurt him in some way, release her frustration. And at the same time she just wanted to remove her clothes and throw herself at him, body and soul. Her teeth pressed into her rosy lower lip, a reminder to keep her mind from wandering in that particular direction. |
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Post by CHASE MOMIJI SATO on Nov 29, 2009 16:35:13 GMT -5
Chase watched her as she removed her weapons just like he had moment earlier. So she had one gun and some knives. Pretty good arson, if she knew how to use them. He hoped that she was at least skilled in hand to hand combat, he didn't want this to be over too quick. He also didn't want to have to go easy on her, but he would have to gage that once they started fighting.
As she stretched, his eyes averted to her perfectly toned stomach. Every muscle in his body wanted to just tear off that corset and drag her into the bedroom, but he ignored this instincts, standing there watching her.
"Let's do this."
His mouth twitched up into a smile at her words. He cracked his neck and walked over standing in front of her. Looking down into her eyes, he rolled his shoulders one more time.
"Alright, lets go."
Taking a deep breath, he prepared for the fight, clearing his mind of any thoughts or feelings that he has toward her. If he was going to fight her seriously, he had to stay focused on.. well, staying focused. He braced himself for her first attack, his heart pounding excitedly in his chest.
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