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[presto] For a date in which she has little patience for, it went fairly well. Particularly when Kaia considers the fact that she never makes small talk and she's not sure Mason knew exactly what to say. Kaia did her best to keep him guessing, anyway. Tried to keep his interest with light touches, a brief display of false vulnerability (it was false, she's strong and in complete control of the situation), a little interest in his life. It's all for a greater cause, even if some parts bored her to death (she didn't let it show, but she may have wavered, may have shown him what she has in mind but she thinks he won't have noticed and if he had then he might think it's something else entirely. Kaia has a little hope.) Now, though. Now she leads him back to her home, her hand tucked safely in his arm, allowing some of her desire to form her expression, lets her head rest briefly on his shoulder (admiring his strength as much as she fears it; she wonders what his will is like - will it be so easily broken?) The Blackmore home is large, towering and possibly, to a stranger, intimidating. Kaia's eyes linger almost proudly on it, as though it was her hands that built the home (it wasn't). It's beautiful in her eyes, beautiful with the memories she helped place into the walls and floors and ceilings and rooms, beautiful for all the blood it stands upon. (A part of her wonders what he thinks, but she dismisses it because that part doesn't get a say in anything.) "Thank you for walking me back," she says suddenly (Manners are important, she thinks). She glances at him with a brief little smile and they stop on the front porch, the light above them steady but dim even in the gathering darkness. Kaia turns to face him, slipping her arm out of his grip but not entirely letting him go. Say something. She offers him a smile. "Well, this is it." It's faux-shyness in her voice (it's not real, it's not real). "This is where I live." She gestures towards the closed door but never takes her eyes off his. She glances at it and teasingly says with true-faux-modesty, "It's not much, but..." But it's home, and it's a home I've grown up in, the home I want to stay, and if I want to stay here he has to die. "I don't think my family is home yet," she says in a voice as low and silky as she can make it. "Do you... want to come in?" With a little tilt of her she lets her lower lip roll out ever so slightly in a small, hopeful pout. If he runs away now... She hopes to whatever deity that exists he doesn't.[/presto]

[presto] "Kaia" Ivoire Blackmore D2 . Agnete Hegelund . 18 How in gods name did I survive I need a little sympathy To sore my insecurities Our consciences are always so much heavier than our egos[/presto]

Cat Toe shouldn't sacrifice me because I'm nice </3

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The date with this gorgeous woman went extremely well. During the date my confidence returned which may have helped the overall perfection. I've never met someone like Kaia. She's so nice, beautiful, and amazing. How could someone like this be interested in me. What surprised me was her interest in my life. A lot of information she got from me. Dare I say it, Kaia may ask me to be her boyfriend. It's way to much to hope for, but I would seriously die of shock if someone like her asked me that question. Her attention wavered at times in the conversation. I believe she wanted the date over so that we could go to her home and 'play' as she put it. One date and already an invite to her house. The very thought of entering her home to be frank terrifies me. Nothing I can do now since I told her yes.

Now though Kaia is leading me back to what I assume is her home. Her hands have an iron clad grip on my arms. Its as if she knows my slight hesitation to seeing her home. I don't know what will happen once we arrive at the place. Will I be spending the night? That actually terrifies me. I shouldn't be going to her home without knowing her that well. I try to unhook her hands, but her grip doesn't falter one bit. "Just a bit nervous is all Kaia." It's true my words. When I see her home my words suddenly seem so silly. Fear starts to build up. This place looks extremely intimidating. "Thank you for walking me back." Her voice sounds so sweet. This is why I'm here. She asked me to walk her back which had been impossible to refuse. What the hell did I get myself into.

"I don't think my family is home yet. Do you... want to come in?" Damn it. What should I do now? I see Kaia break out into a minor pouting session. Why does she want me in her house so bad? This place does not appear friendly. What will happen if I do go in there? Will I ever come out alive? When I look back at Kaia my resolve to leave falters more and more. Whatever reservations I have about leaving seem to dissipate whenever I look at her pouting. She is harmless. I can handle myself if she tries anything. Yet something doesn't seem right. I will come back another time. "Sorry ma'am, but I must be get back to my own home." With a smile at her, I turn to head as far away from this place as possible.

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It's the anger that flares for a brief moment in her eyes, and Kaia can feel the heat of it threaten to take her over and burn her where she stands. She turns her face away, hiding in the shadow of the night to keep herself cool, calm for a little while before she has to speak again. It's no good to chase him away now, not when she needs him, not while she wants to play. In her mind she runs through the options she has. Does she want to keep him? Yes, that answer is simple and swift in coming; she's spent far too much time baiting him to not want the satisfaction his (not in the least adorable) stuttering tongue and crimson cheeks promised (so many screams to hear, so much blood to flow). Does she need this boy to fulfill whatever desires she might have? Well, probably not. After all, she's proven to herself that she's perfectly capable of reducing a would-be career machine into a stammering mess. But she wants him, because she's Kaia, and while she wants a lot of things that she can't have, she won't let Mason be one of them. That settles it. There are a few things she can do, and the chief idea in her head is the simplest - knock him out. Drag him in. Except that it might not be so simple if anyone unfriendly nearby is watching, if they see her with pre-playtime blood on her pastel dress, dragging his decidedly heavy body through the front door. No, that's no good and that will get her thrown out of the Blackmore family faster than she can say, "Wasn't me." I can't deal with that. Or she could just invite him in, make another attempt at seduction but of a more innocent play; a cup of tea at the home, a drink, getting to know him better - something sweet, simple and lovely that might throw him off whatever suspicions he might have (whatever the town has been saying about their family, throw them away, throw them out, they're true but at the same time it's all a lie).  Her last option would be to plead, beg, flirt and turn it up and make her eyes go doe and dark to pull on whatever predatory instincts a career should have.  Well, I could try both. She gives him a breathless little laugh and wrings her hands in front of her, and it's all acting but she's not sure if he knows that (he mustn't, he really mustn't). "I'm... sorry. I should have known-" Kaia bites down on her lip like she's stopping herself from saying too much and maybe this is too much but she covers the scar on her face without looking up at him. Plays at vulnerability like her temptress is only a mask (and it is, this hits her closer to home than any of her plays has ever done, but it's got to get done), and Kaia refuses to look Mason in the eye. (Has he turned away? She must catch him before he goes) Kaia reaches out to touch his arm, as light as a feather and making her hand tremble. "I just thought... you were interested," she said, and this isn't what she planned at all but she hopes it works. She hopes to whatever deity that's out that that this works. Her fingers slide down his arm to take his wrist and she steps closer, resting her cheek hesitantly against his shoulder. (Breathe, breathe.) "Don't go. I really like you," she tells him, and it doesn't matter if it's a lie. "I want you," she breathes, because sometimes it works if she's direct. And she needs to throw him off, so she lines her body to the side of his. It's not flirting, she realizes too late. It's lovers about to break. But she'll be breaking him.

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Cat Toe look I posted c:

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"I just thought... you were interested." Interested in what? Her? Hell yeah I am. I'd love to be with Kaia. The fact that she noticed a common soul like me makes me feel fantastic. I don't know what I did to get her to notice me but I will not complain. The short amount of time I've spent with her has been pure bliss. I can feel her fingers move down my arm and grasp my wrist. Her face rests against my shoulder. Her voice speaks out to me ripping my resolve to leave in half. "Don't go. I really like you." Her words immediately affect me. Despite holding the strength to easily shake off Kaia, I remain rooted in place. Her words did the trick. I don't even want to leave anymore. Somehow this girl broke through my desire to leave this intimidating place.

"I want you." Her body presses against mine. Whatever doubts I have about this place melts away instantly. I so badly want to leave this place. Something about the house just screams danger to me. Kaia has other plans. It's quite obvious she wants me to enter the house. Based off what she's doing to me now well I can imagine a few things that could happen. It doesn't help me none that I want them to happen. Why though do I feel the need to get the hell out of here. I've never met someone like her. She just melts away any doubts I have with extreme ease. That worries me a lot. I really should get out of here, yet I feel her body pressed against me still. I am so done for. Kaia has prevented me from leaving.

I try not to move too much so I can face Kaia. Fully intending to say that I should leave my eyes meet hers. Well shit now I won't be leaving anytime soon. Her eyes enchant me. "You probably know how bad I want you. I head to her house and open the door. A few moments later my ass is planted into one of the chairs in the living room. I close my eyes to avoid looking Kaia in her eyes. I just embarrassed myself in front of her again. Will this never end? I'll stay for a little while before politely telling her that I should go. Nothing she does will be able to get me to stay.

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He's proving to be more of a challenge than Kaia could hope for. Except that the challenge has come a bit late and Kaia's kind of hoping he'll just give in already. How much more does he want from me? Her skin is itching at her to get to the blood and gore, and while they've been saying yes in unison the entire night his tune changed and now he's saying no. She might have respected it before but now she only wants to see him bled and broken before her. Pushing him into the chair is easy; he flops like a rag doll and stays there but closes his eyes like he's scared. What are you scared of? she wants to ask him but she doesn't. She saunters closer (but he's not watching and her efforts are probably wasted anyway) and rests one knee in the space between his legs, leaning in close. "And you know how bad I want you, now, too," she whispers, stroking his face. J'adoube, she thinks, and tilts his face to hers so they're nose to nose, almost mouth to mouth. "Open your eyes, Mason." Lets her tongue form his name and drop it at the end, a breathy little whisper that might mean anything, promise anything. "Look at me," she tells him, shifting to straddle his waist, letting her hands explore his face (his features, remembering to compare just how different he'll look in blood). She wants to kiss him so she does, barely touching, barely breathing, letting her eyelids flutter half-shut, keeping them on his face. She's getting heady with the power she has over this man and she wants more, fuck she wants so much more than changing his mind and making him trip over her like she's some kind of wire. (If she's wire she won't accept anything but being live.) She wants broke and beautiful all at once, wants strengthless limbs and cold, harsh breaths and she wants it her way.  Kaia won't accept anything less than her way. Her hands slide into his hair and she pulls back, tugging his head back to nuzzle his skin to hide her smile. "We should bring this downstairs," she mumbles, leaving cherry red lipstick stains on his skin, a mockery of a cut throat and the blood she'll see if she brought the knife to his neck. Not yet. Not yet. "You're..." She lets the word trail off, because there are so many endings to that sentences with the tone she spoke it in - you're driving me crazy, you're amazing, you're going to be the death of me, and that's all only true in ways no one initially thinks of. "Please," she mouths into his neck, grip tightening on his hair.

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"And you know how bad I want you, now, too." Her declaration brings fire to my cheeks. I never thought Kaia and I would go this far so quickly. How did this happen? I don't even remember everything that went on during my date with her. Could it be that she asked for something like this? My memory is a blur. It's hard concentrating with Kaia on my lap. I feel so intoxicated by her presence. Her beautiful eyes doesn't really help none. Damn it why did I stay when leaving would of been much more beneficial to me. Why did I allow myself to become so weak that a girl can enchant me with ease. When I leave this place that issue will have to be fixed. I've focused too much of my time into physical training.

Yet a large part of me enjoys what she's doing to me. Kaia proceeds to kiss me as if she knows my inner struggle. Can she read minds? Not possible, but it's like she can perceive how I feel. How else could she possibly notice my hesitation to do anything despite being in her house. This kiss though is pure heaven for me. I don't know what it is about her, but she knows exactly how to enchant me with her actions. "We should bring this downstairs." My throat suddenly becomes very dry. What could possibly happen downstairs. I try not to imagine what she wants to do with me down there.
"You're..."

Kaia is driving me insane! Why does she have to be so fucking beautiful as to render me useless. It's like impossible to say no to her. Something deep within warns me to get out. I decide to listen to the hidden instinct that just popped up. "My apologies Kaia, but I must get going now." She says please, but I don't budge. Her grip on my hair tightens, but not enough to hold on when I get up. I fully intend to get the heck out of here. I'll need to submerge myself in training to ward off attacks like this in the future. I don't think she's dangerous at all, but I shouldn't be here. Her family would probably kill me if I went that far with her.

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He wants to go. He wants to leave, leave her hanging and alone and without a toy to play with. No blood to spill for the night, nothing. A part of her wants to let him. A part of her wants to see him gone because she's invasive and uncaring but there's a line that she draws and they're nearing it. Because she understands how it feels to beg, to push away unwanted hands and lips, to sit in utter silence in the days after with blood trickling down her jaw with every move she makes. Kaia understands all that and if they tell her no when they're not really playing she steps away. He's got time to get away without knowing her family's dark secret (without ever needing to know). But. But at the same time they're about to play and Kaia's this close to bringing him to the basement, and she doesn't know if she wants to let him go at this point because she can almost feel the knife digging into his skin already. She wants, wants what she thought him willing to give just ten minutes before (even though he thinks it means something different but sex and blood go hand in hand with the Blackmore kids; it means exactly the same thing). "So soon?" she says to him, drowning the words in disappointment. Kaia lets her face go all young and insecure, a damsel in distress even if she's not actually in distress. Slowly she inches back, not kissing, not touching, but in his way enough that he can't get around her. "I..."  I don't know where I'm going with that. She lets it drop, and she ducks her head. Think fast. "Can I... maybe just show you something?" she says in as shy a tone as she can manage. "We. Um, we don't have to sleep together." Her hand goes to slide down his jaw and she smiles at him, only half the temptress she made herself before. "Please, I just want to spend some more time with you." Gentle touches, attempts to keep his interest. Kaia watches his face as closely as she can without seeming like she's staring outright - though maybe that wouldn't be a bad idea. "Please?" If this doesn't work, Kaia thinks that maybe she might smash a vase into his head. It'll be a waste of a vase, but it's not like the Blackmores can't afford to lose one.

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"So soon?" Her tone makes me pause. She sounds so disappointed and her that it pains me to even consider leaving. What is it about her that's so damn alluring? Kaia is just one amazing woman. I'm so confused on what to do. She wants me to go down to the basement for what exactly? We already went far too fast back at the chair. I need more time to decipher what exactly she has in mind for me. Kaia tells me she wants to show me something. I have no clue what it could be, but before I get the chance to ask, she speaks again. "We. Um, we don't have to sleep together."

Well damn. Part of me feels relieved that we won't be sleeping together, yet I also feel this sort of longing to feel her body next to mine. "Thing is Kaia...." I make my intentions known by turning to fully face her and kissing her right on the lips. The union between us feels so right. I back her up slowly to a wall all the while continuing the kiss. "You have me confused. That's what I want actually if I had to be truthful." My cheeks suddenly feel like they're on fire. Kaia now holds all the cards. No way will I be able to leave the house after my little move. She dictates what happens next. I feel so embarrassed right now. Ugh why did I have to kiss her like that.

"I think that the couch calls my name." Hopefully with an intended nap, Kaia will forget whatever she has planned so that I may leave. With a few strides, I plop down on the couch stretching out as I do so. I close my eyes yet again in one desperate attempt to regain control of my actions. Twice now I had the chance to leave failing to do so each time. I need to clear my head before getting out of here. Hopefully she doesn't alert her family to what I just did or my ass is in trouble. Who knows what kind of family Kaia has. Maybe she'll be stunned at my action that I can rest peacefully and then get out of here. My heart is pounding so fast after locking lips with her that I'm surprised that Kaia can't hear the rhythm.

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He frustrates her, and not even in the kind of way that means something interesting will be happening. No. He frustrates her with the style and flair of someone who doesn't intend to let her have her fun, and it's leaving her seeing things through lens of red. How dare he. How dare he kiss her, take control when she is the master and mistress both, the ones with the leash clipped to the noose around his fucking neck. His breakable little neck. He's lucky none of her brothers are here to witness this; they'd tear him to pieces (and where would her lovely, malleable toy be?), rip open his chest and dine on his heart.  Which in a terrifying, realistic roundabout way is what she's planning to do. Take his heart and leave the rest of him for dead. "Thing is Kaia... You have me confused. That's what I want actually if I had to be truthful." His body holds her own against the wall and she hates it hates it hates it, he needs to be the one there, he needs to be the one who's out of breath and flamed with passion-anger-desire, lips parted with needy breathlessness, eyes dark with want of him on her table, pleading and near death. That's what she's here for. You've put my mind back on track, she thinks, determination surging through her frame as Mason pulls away, his cheeks tinged red (like usual), to sit on the couch. Her mind clicks. She calms like a storm to be unleashed, the boiling blood under her skin like cool, calm waters. Kaia smiles quietly, eyes following the boy as he lays himself back and covers his eyes with a muscular forearm.  "Mason," she says in a sweet, cajoling tone, drifting like a ghost to where he lies. "I can bring you somewhere more comfortable." One hand rests on his hard chest and the other smooths over his cheek. "It's not my room, don't worry... we have a spare bedroom down the stairs, that way you won't disturb my brothers if they decide they want to use the living room." You don't have to know they're probably not coming back or down for a very long time.  "Come along," she cajoles again, tugging on his arm with a giggle. "Please? I'd feel so much better if you slept there instead." It's not too much now to roll her bottom lip out into a pout, and she does it with no mercy.

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"Mason, I can bring you somewhere more comfortable." As she's saying this, Kaia has one had on my chest and another on my cheek. At this point, I am too far gone. She probably already knows this, but I'm completely under her power. I should really learn to stop underestimating women. This situation I'm in would embarrass me even more if others knew how easily a woman might control me. I pray Kaia isn't such a blabbermouth. I haven't put up much of a fight truth be told. Being here might intimidate me a lot, but deep down, I know this is what I want. Whatever I may spit out to Kaia, she must know the truth. I doubt she's falling for my shy façade. What puzzles me is where she wants to bring me. If we're going somewhere more comfortable a few things could happen. Kind of frightening if I had to admit it.

"It's not my room, don't worry... we have a spare bedroom down the stairs." That's all I hear from her. The other words don't register in my head. If we're going downstairs to a bedroom a lot will happen. That both excites me and frightens me. I wonder how someone like me is here with her. I try to go through in my head how we met, but how I ended up here is still surprising. "Well when you put it that way Kaia how can I deny you?" What an idiot I am. I need to be more confident around her. She must want someone with a little more fight in them. Whereas she has me wrapped around her finger. Kind of funny really. I didn't think she could have this hypnotic effect. Kaia basically has me whipped at this point. Thank goodness no one else is here to see this.

Now she's tugging on my arm. This is getting difficult for me to remain motionless. "Please? I'd feel so much better if you slept there instead." Now my heart is beating much faster. My blood pumping faster. Why does she have this effect on me? It's kind of frustrating. "Maybe later...." I stop short when I see her pouting. This isn't funny anymore. Kaia has me right where she wants me. As if saying no is a possibility at this point. "I'm getting tired of you winning Kaia." No malice or anger in my words. Just some light teasing. I'm quite comfortable here as is, but evidently, Kaia wants to be somewhere else. Perhaps by going down there, I will get to know her more. From what I do know, Kaia will not accept no for an answer.