Recognition: xD
Keekers: Ayeeee
Keekers: Lemme change into the outfit I totally forgot to save
Keekers: c:
Recognition: Tyt
Recognition: I'm gonna run and grab something to drink and I'll be back in a minute. Post the last post up and I'll work on a reply as soon as i'm back ^_^
Keekers: Keekers: "Yes really, you've captured my attention, and now I'm a curious kitten." She studied his features, god she loved a man with a chiselled jaw, the way he looked at her his dark eyes seemed to smolder, getting even darker, if that was possible to the point that she found herself getting lost in them, it was like he was staring into her soul seeing all her insecurities and faults. She listened to his story her heart aching for him, as his story was similar along the lines of her own. She knew if there was a time to tell him about her past now would be the right time to give him a small snippet.* "Well, I too used to work for a rather large, I guess you could say gang, out in America. However, things went horribly wrong and I needed to get out so I picked the first plane ticket from there to here and now, I'm here making a new life for myself, starting life anew I guess you could say." *She followed his eyes to stare at the other patrons in the room the feeling of warmth surrounding her, making her comfortable. Staring back into his soul searching eyes she smiled shyly, his compliments weren't any different from any goon on the street but somehow coming from his mouth made them so much more special.* "Like I told you before Demetri, flattery will get you everywhere." *Laughing she picked up her glass, and took enother sip.*
Recognition: [ almost done, brb ]
Keekers: ((tyt c:))
Recognition: She opened up to him. He wanted this- and yet his desire for it was split. Apart of him sought to peek into her vulnerabilities to get ahead in his work with Trident. Yet another part of him seemed to genuinely be made curious by her confessions as little as they came along. When she further commented about flattery, he found a wry smile creeping upon his dark lips. "You shouldn't tell any man that. Then they're going to do their best, to be with a woman like yourself." Their meals came out and were sat before them, and he lifted a knife and fork with more etiquette than most might think a laborer could handle. It hinted that he had been in higher positions than this one before. "So why do what you do? Are you passionate about your living?" He glanced up from his meal to her, having only looked at the steak for a brief few seconds to know where to put his knife. But his attention seemed fulfilled on Simone, as he parted his lips to take a bite of the meat while awaiting an answer.
Keekers: ((For reference to the night http://pastebin.com/qPfMVa0Q))
Recognition: [ mkay
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Keekers: She drizzled the ranch over her meal and watched as he cut his steak, she noted that the male was very poised in his movements, and it seemed to be quite odd to her. She took a small forkful of salad into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully, she knew by the time the night would end she needed to get some type of answer from him, because there was more to this man than he claimed, she thought back to the time at the bar, and how quickly he reacted to Sydney and her outburst, and it didn't make sense for him to react so fast when you worked a job as a laborer. "I do what I do because, I love it, I've grown up with my mother cooking the big family meals, barbecuing for large crowds. And since leaving the States, where I was unfortunately restricted from doing much of anything, I figured I want to follow my dreams. I have the ambition and best of all the funds, and now that I have my place, I can do what I love without feeling like I'm doing something wrong. How about you, why do you do what /you/ you?" She picked up her glass and sipped it slowly, watching his what looked almost like calculated movements.
Recognition: Demetrius watched her and started to chuckle warmly. The sound was rich and kindhearted, though he seemed humored by her truths. "Most beautiful women do dangerous things. And you, you are a baker and entrepreneur." He laughed warmly again, though raised a hand and reached across the table. A callous thumb grazed the side of her wrist before he withdrew his hand. "I'm not laughing at you- before I offend you. I just think that it's mighty humble. Modest even. It's different for a man like me, in my line of work and where I've been in life, to find a woman quite like yourself." He took in her next question and an easy answer seemed to find way to his lips. "I do what I have to do. I can't say I'm passionate about it. The most impassioned thing I've ever done was..." He tilted his head and began to think. "I was a bouncer once. With the Abascal..." He paused, he'd let the name slip, but perhaps on purpose. To show he as trusting her. "... Family. I worked at one of their clubs when I was fairly young. Then the club owner, one of the Abascal younger brothers, hired me on as a personal bodyguard. He used to bet on me in fights. I enjoyed it... More than I should've." He glanced down to his meal, twisting his fork in a piece of zucchini before he would glance back up at her with a half-cocked smile. "Thankfully the years have given me a bit more wisdom, and I'm a lot more level-headed than I had been when I was younger."
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Keekers: ((Quick question who are the Abascal?))
Recognition: [ A Spanish family I made up for the sake of his story XD ]
Recognition: [ They reside in Spain. ]
Keekers: ((You mind if I have them branch out in the states as a way to bring in my ex?))
Recognition: [ Yeah most def. ]
Recognition: [ XD Go ahead, make dat plot. lol ]
Keekers: She giggled along with him, placing a hand over her mouth, his laughter was infectious and she couldn't help but drawn into him. "We all can't be Charlie's Angels now, can we Demetri?" She beamed at him before blushing hotly as his large hand tenderly caressed the side of her wrist, this man was something else, and it had been a long time since Simone had something to look forward to. "Oh, don't worry about it darlin', and thank you, hearing that from you makes me feel like I'm not just being silly and following some stupid childhood dream." She listened to his backstory, fascinated by his words and the way his smooth voice just flowed in her ears.  Hearing the name 'Abascal' she immediately froze up and all but dropped her fork, hazel eyes darting around the restaurant as her mild anxiety kicked in full force. Standing up Simone grabbed her purse and stood up hastily pushing in her chair. "I need to go...freshen up. I'll be right back." She slowly made her way towards the hallway flinching slightly as she felt the guards eyes on her. She suddenly felt very naked and exposed, and she vowed to never feel like that again.
Keekers: ((Rp in progrss))
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Recognition: When the fork fell into the salad with a muffled /clink/, Demetrius immediately noticed something was wrong. His lips parted but he didn't really have time to speak. She was up and out of her chair clutching her purse and heading to the bathroom. His lips pursed shut and he wondered what it was. Did she know the Abascal family? He'd been undercover there too, and had assisted, though the official takedown was by a Spanish task force officer who was sleeping with the head boss' wife. He peered at his food and though he could think so coldly of it, something about her dismay twisted his stomach up and made his appetite wane. "Well." He took a breath and slowly rose from his chair. Perhaps it was curiosity as to what was wrong that drove him. But he felt a bit of concern for her that moved him as he pushed the small crimson chair up to the table and waved for the butler. "Can you get us some boxes, in case?" He would nod and begin towards the hallway where she disappeared to, figuring she'd have slipped into the girl's bathroom. As he moved he too felt the guards' eyes on him but he never once looked their way. His eyes fixed on his path as he turned into the hallway and spoke up in his warm, deep tone with a lull of almost apologetic words. "Simone, I..." But he'd wait to continue until he found her, and knew she was okay.
Keekers: ((I guess we can go under to the basement lol seems like a classe enough bathroom))
Recognition: [ I feel this basement has some design flaws LOL \
Keekers: (Um..well then xD))
Keekers: She made her way down the long hallway hearing footsteps behind her, she knew it was Demetri but fear wracked her body completely. Hearing her name being called she fell to the floor and threw her hands over her head in a defensive position. "Matías, please I'm sor-" Simones' head snapped up and with a look of shock and embarassment she pulled herself off the floor and stared at the patterned carpet she spoke softly and quietly her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen." Wiping tears from her face she brushed her hair out of her face and looked towards the entrance trying to plain a quick and swift exit.
Recognition: "Matias?" That sounded oddly familiar. His brows knit when she dropped to the floor and for a moment he couldn't make a move. He glanced back and the guards were tensing up as if he did something but he clenched his jaw and shot them a glare that sent them backpedaling a bit. She had already stood when he glanced back, whispering apologies and brushing her face clean. For a moment Demetrius' expression seemed dark and cool, as he began to approach slowly. He opened his hardened hands so that she could see he didn't have anything in them, and once he got just a few short feet from her, he'd pause. "Simone." He said far more gently this time. The lights above in the hallway caused shadows to dance across his dark skin, but he still seemed to expose a gentler nature. "And don't apologize." He would extend his arms and step forward, and while his arms moved slowly, his long strong legs allowed him to cover the distance in a single step. If she didn't turn and run, he would've caught her in his arms in nearly no time, and pulled her against his chest. Not hard at all, but almost protectively. Apologetically even, possibly entangling her in the sanctuary of his embrace where he'd smell of Georgio Armani and wild mint. Should she have stayed still, he'd put his chin atop her head easily and sigh, and she'd feel the air leave his lungs as his powerful chest seemed to shrink upon exhaling. "Looks like you could use a bodyguard." He said quietly, and if holding her, he would've rubbed his hands along the middle of her exposed back, his skin rough and scarred though unbelievably warm and gentle. "I happen to be experienced in that sort of business." He smiled and would lean back and look down at her. "You're safe." He said, and his words instilled a silent promise as he would hope to see her no longer crying or frightened.
Keekers: She bit her lip with indecision as she watched him walk closer to her, she stared into his eyes searching for a clue that he was like all the other men, that he was like Matias. She begged for a reason to hate this man, and she couldn't find a single one. She drew in a sharp breath letting him wrap his arms around her, and it was all it took to let the dam break, she wrapped her arms around his large body and clung to him, comforted by his scent,his voice, his very presence. Simone lay her head on his chest and listened to his voice soothe her very soul. "But, I have no money pay you, every dime I have/is has going into my business, and I couldn't do that to you. I wouldn't do that you. But god I want you to, I'm so tired of having to look over my shoulder."
Recognition: "Money's of no importance." He spoke quietly, his voice vibrating in the depths of his throat as he would give her body a gentle squeeze. He was a man of justice at heart, and the strange allure that Simone had seemed to intensify suddenly as he felt the possessive desire to keep her safe from an obviously abusive ex or prior associate. He found himself faltering for some pang of desire, having her form so undeniably close. But he pushed the thoughts aside- he had to keep some kind of focus when she was already seeming to make him second-guess his goals. "I'll help you. We'll work out the 'what for' later." He rubbed her back again and drew one hand up to her face, brushing the outside of his knuckles under her eyes to wipe away any tears. "I had our server get boxes. I'm sure by now he's probably boxed up our food thinking we're getting ready to leave." He'd slide his hand from her cheek to the side of her head, feeling her hair between his fingers as he gingerly let his hand wander to her back again. "You okay?" He finally said after a long minute or two of silence, simply looking down at her wondering what she was thinking.
Keekers: She nodded at him, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth and biting it softly, it was a bad habit of hers she picked up as a child that she couldn't seem to shake. "I'm okay, I just needed a moment, and god, you've seen me at a pretty shitty time. There goes my plans to woo you." She let out a soft laugh as he wiped her tears, nuzzling his palm, clutching his coat she brought him closer to her. "I guess this is goodbye for now?" She really didn't want him out of her sight, because she was scared that he was a dream and Matias was about to wake her up. Simone knew she was being irrational but she didn't care, somewhere out there he was looking for her and he was going to find her and she needed to be prepared for when the time came. "I'll take you up on your offer, but I'll figure out a way to pay you one of these days, perhaps in food?"
Recognition: "Mm. Best way to a man's heart is through his stomach- haven't you heard?" He laughed warmly. When she pulled him closer he hugged her against him, almost lifting her to her tip-toes in his consuming hold. When he released her, Demetrius leaned forward and brushed his lips against her forehead and would hook one arm through hers. "And you're still as beautiful as the day we met. A few tears didn't change that. May I walk you to your car?" He smiled, knowing they'd stop and grab the food and he'd formally say goodbye- for now.
Keekers: "Yeah, I suppose I have heard this, no wonder it was the first throught in my head. Well, you're welcome to come by anytime. Although I suppose I should give you my number so you know how to get in touch with me, I mean I think that'd be a good idea but who am I to make any decisions right now." She let out a laugh, smiling up at him. She was embraced by him once again, his larger body enveloping her own her own arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Once she was back on her feet she placed her hand on his arm to steady herself as they made their way back to the main room.
Recognition: "Of course..." He would walk with her through the main room and grab the boxes from the table, fishing out a few bills from his wallet and leaving them without care for the change- he didn't leave a massive tip by any means, but it was suitable for the restaurant's service and skills. Finally he would walk her up and out the front door. His pace slowed once they were in the cool nipping night air. He unhooked his arm from hers and instead wrapped it around the small of her waist, his large hand resting just above her hip and keeping her close to his side for her own warmth. As her car came into view, he'd seem to slow down even more. "My number is..." He spilled out a series of digits, giving her time to pull out her phone. When she'd added him as a contact, he'd smile. "You can call or text anytime... I've got something else for you too, just something to keep you safe. I'll drop it off for you sometime tomorrow morning. It's a simple stud earring set." What a sweet gift- at first glance. "If you want a specific stone in it, let me know. If you push on the stone they send off a small GPS signal to my phone. Lets me know where you are, and that you're in trouble. I bought them a while back thinking I was going to be guarding a woman before I was put in to guard a guy instead." He laughed warmly.
Keekers: She placed his number in her phone, saving it to her favorites before slipping it back into her purse and leaned into him as they walked to the front door. "I'll send you a text later, so you'll also have my number." She watched as her car came into view frowning at the thought of her night coming to an end. Upon hearing his words the girl inside her screamed, she love jewelery with a passion, she always had on some kind of jewel on her body and knowing that this one would not only keep her safe but also be fashionable made her a very happy woman. "I want it to be whatever is your favorite stone, so it has more meaning and so I'll always have a reminder of you with me always." As the man parked in front of them and came around with her keys she turned back to the man and smiled up at him. "Thank you for being the perfect gentleman...I just wish this night could continue." She intertwined their fingers and enjoyed the silence playing out between them.
Recognition: He didn't know what to say. Apart of him wanted to reply about wanting the night to continue, but the idea of having a longer night with Simone meant one thing. And he knew it- he was a man and he didn't deny his nature. And right now he didn't want to screw this up. While at the beginning of the night, going home with her would've seemed ideal, he felt a bit differently now. Knowing about Matias made him hesitant to move too fast, because he'd might hurt her. She already seemed quite attached to him over a short period of time, but didn't he feel the same for her? He turned to face her and he gave her hands a squeeze as he would take a half step closer. "We'll have other nights Simone." He said quietly. He leaned forward and engaged himself in an impulsive little design, letting himself crack for a single moment in time. Unless she jumped back or seemed to turn away, he would have brought his face down to hers. His eyes locked with hers, dark orbs fixated and possessed. The tip of his nose grazing hers he'd take a moment to inhale her fragrance, and be teased by this gorgeous woman. The memory of her body against his when they had danced came to mind and he felt fire rushing about under his skin. She was toxic- dangerous to a man on a mission like himself. And yet... He couldn't resist. Demetrius leaned in and took the kiss. He pushed his lips to hers it was a perfect fit like two fated jigsaw pieces. It stirred a foreign feeling in him, one both primal and one more protective and caring. He tangled his long brawny arms around her and pulled her against his chest and found himself sinking in. Lest she denied him, Demetri would've been a victim to her soft lips, deepening the kiss to something he could not keep from becoming a bit more passionate. He parted his lips against hers and he gave her body a gentle squeeze, letting her press against the rigidity of his tall athletic and built physique. He contemplated letting his tongue drift between her lips when the vallet gave an awkward clearing of his throat, looking away blushing. Demetri smiled, his lips still against hers before he pulled back from the kiss and let a wild, charming grin captivate him. "Mmmm." He murmured as he took in a deep breath as if to bade his desires to be calm. "Text me. I look forward to hearing from you. And until then..." He released her from his grip and took her hands in his, bringing them up and brushing his warm lips against the knuckles of each of her hands. "Goodnight, Simone."
Keekers: ((;-; why can't you be real Demetri))
Recognition: [ Because no man is as wonderful as a woman's fantasy. XD ]
Recognition: [ lol ]
Keekers: ((-sniffles- He's fucking perfect...))
Keekers: *When his lips pressed against her, she literally felt as if the world had come to a standstill. Simone thought back to the silly stories where the girls talked about fireworks going off in their heads and how she laughed at them and blew it off as silly little fairytales, but it was at this moment Simone knew it was very true. His lips were soft against hers and she cluctched the lapels of his jacket bringing him closer, before her nimble fingers reached up and cupped his cheek. Her mind was clouded and she couldn't think of a single thing that could have ruined this moment, until the valet cleared his throat and Demetri pulled away. She wanted to wring the little kid's neck but she suppose it was for the best, she needed the night to cool her head. It had been a long day and she needed to think, about a lot of things with Demetri being at the top of them.  Placing a chaste kiss on his cheek, she walked to the door of her car and got into the front seat and slid the key into the ignition, waving back at him as she pressed her foot to the floor and drove off.
Recognition: Demetrius pocketed his hands and rolled his shoulders back casually as she slipped around and into the driver's seat. As she drove off the vallet stood by his side and he peeked over at him. "Hell of a girl." The vallet said giving a low whistle. Demetri laughed. "That she is. What have I gotten myself into?" He laughed once more and turned to walk towards his own car parked on the side of the building. When he got there he slipped inside and reached up, brusing his hand across his lips. "Girl's gonna' make me crazy..." He looked into his rear-view and closed his eyes. He had to get his head straight- he had to do a little business before bedtime. And with the cranking of his car, he pulled off into the street and disappeared into London.
Recognition: [ end scene! ]
Keekers: That was beautiful ;-;
Recognition: Dat was so brutiful.
Recognition: XD
Recognition: Gahhhh this is going to be so good x.x
Keekers: I knooooow
Keekers: I'm excited for this xD
Recognition: xD As am I.
Recognition: Dat plot doe.
Recognition: XD
Keekers: Right??
Keekers: It's gon' be gooood