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Post by Damien Renton on Apr 8, 2008 21:23:53 GMT -5
"You noticed?" Damien gave her a bemused look. If he wanted to be an asshole, he'd love to start giving her shit for her forms of foreplay- then again she didn't have any issues pulling it out and going to town on him.
Choosing to drop the subject, in fear that this could turn around horrible on him, he pushed his glass in the middle of the table. "Maybe Ah dinnae notice because Ah dinnae care." And why would he? As if it were any of his concern, whether or not they were getting laid. Namely when he had Allena next to him.
Damien groaned as Allena went on about him telling her-in their private conversation- that she liked the male anatomy. However he couldn't help but laugh slightly at her persistence. Shaking his head, he decided to ignore her and changed the subject.
"Nae, nae plans. As usual. Ah've goat nae hot date taenicht. Lucky faur you," he teased her lightly but it was apparent she wasn't a fan of his games tonight. "Tell me, wot are we daeing this evening?"
If it included going to an inn and sharing a room-without him sleeping on the floor- he was in. In fact, her room in the Slytherin common room would be sufficient. It was just getting back there he was worried about. His mind was on a few things, but all things seemed to lead to Allena in bed. She didn't need to know that right now, however.
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Post by Allena Delarue on Apr 8, 2008 22:11:18 GMT -5
Allena snickered quietly, rolling her eyes. "Yes, I noticed," she said, smile sticking, "'ow could I not?" She didn't go into it any more, though. Their sexual playtime was gone--or at least, gone to date--and this, of course, made her very sad. He lacked foreplay but generally made up for it in enthusiasm and, oftentimes, interest.
She shrugged, "I vouldn't expect you to. And I vould expect you to care even less-- I do not suppose zat it is normal to s'ink of ze sex lives of dirty old men." Granted, it was a lot more normal when you'd actually slept with some of them. But she wouldn't admit to that--and these men were dirtier than her usual bunch anyway. French men were the way to go when it came to age; they didn't get as fat as the Brits did.
But the younger Brits? Well, they owned the French. Even she wouldn't deny her people's effete ways regardless of gender.
She cocked an eyebrow at him as he said that he had no plans, and then wrinkled her nose when he said he didn't have a hot date. "You do now," she said, looking at him as if he were clearly mentally unstable for not having pointed this out immediately. Her ego was high, her tolerance for other people not inflating it low. And that was usually how it went with her--he should know this by now!
"Zis evening..." she began, leaning over to grab her glass again and then finishing it off, setting it on the table before leaning back into his shoulder, "Zis evening ve are going to 'ave fun. Like ve used to." This was an ambiguous statement. She knew that very well. But sometimes it was most fun to just keep them guessing.
Looking up at him from her comfortable nook between bar booth, his side and the crook of his arm she smiled, genuinely. It might have been the first genuine smile she'd given him since...well, since even before their split. But it was genuine, and she was content. "Do you 'ave anysing in mind?"
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Post by Damien Renton on Apr 10, 2008 21:13:24 GMT -5
"Eughhh," Damien told her in response, giving her a mock glare and leaning away from her. "Ah nivir heard you complain aboot it before, so you can suck it." It was a general 'go fcuk off' term, however it seemed like a greatly placed idiom if you asked him.
The old man conversation was never going to end. Damien chuckled agian, however, leaning back stright up, and thus slightly back into Allena. Rolling his eyes he ordered two more rounds and the drinks appeared at their table. Damien didn't hesitate to start pounding his down. He'd already drank one down, he might as well get sloppy drunk.
However, sloppy drunk for Damien wasn't the same sloppy drunk as say...Gage. He wasn't loud and obnoxious and all about having a stupid good time. He fit his roll: that of a downer.
Halfway through his second one, Damien knew he would not be able to fly a broom. He smiled at her self-compliment. "Sae...that's all it took tae git you tae gae oot with me again? Buy you a few drr-" he cleared his throat and his thick tongue went on, "--drinks?"
"Lie we used taeee?" He looked over at her and hiccuped. "You gaeing tae love me like you used-" hiccup "-used tae?" The second one was down and Damien knew that if he wasn't going so fast he wouldn't feel so sickly-drunk.
She smiled over at him and he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "Happy?" Hiccup. "Why the-" hiccup "-big smile?" However instead of waiting for an answer he decided to answer her question. "Ah dinnae have shite in mind. This is rather spur of the moment, aye?"
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Post by Allena Delarue on Apr 10, 2008 21:39:06 GMT -5
Allena grinned, "I didn't vant to upset you," she said, and then quickly followed up with a, "I'm certain you vould love for me to, eugh, suck it," she said, grinning waningly. The second round of drinks had arrived and she was slightly more than buzzed, presently. Her head was spinning in a pleasant, warm sort of way.
His body leaning into her, if only by accident, was a missed comfort. A missed pleasure that she used to love to partake in, and now was shocked by her lack of noticing that she had, in fact, been missing this so much. It was something that should have been apparant, but she supposed that the reason for it's lack of clairvoyance was because the dissipation of this feeling--affection-- had dissipated slowly, and thus she just hadn't noticed.
Allena picked up her second drink and began to sip at it before remembering that that was not the way to go with vodka. She oftentimes forgot that she loathed the taste of the stuff and preferred to slug it down in an unladylike manner. At this point she wasn't sure if Damien cared and took three large drinks from her own glass, her throat burning until the numbness of the third shot-like drink faded, a wildfire quelled by dew.
Allena smiled slowly when he asked if this was all it took to get her to go out with him again. She shook her head no, then elaborated. "It vouldn't 'ave taken zis much," she commented. He didn't have to pay for things for her to enjoy him, not any more. She was very content with just being with him, providing he was content to be pleasant with her.
Allena was admittantly startled by that statement, and she finished off her drink as rapidly as she could to buy time, and assumably, buy intoxication more quickly. "If zat is vhat you want," she said, at this point thinking it entirely possible despite implausiblities. She'd forgotten how.. well, cute he was when he was drunk. More sentimental, to say the least. It was always fun for her to get to see him like this, when sardonic wit and dirty jokes subsided into something more irristitably exposing-- irrisistably human-- about him.
"I like smiling," she commented loosely, licking her lips despite the foul taste left lingering, "You've forgotten." That may have been a lie, but she was under the impression that she could convince him elsewise. Leaning in more, she snuggled against his side, her head close to his shoulder. Turning fourty-five-odd degrees she leaned her lips in toward his ear, eager to return to the more sentimental side. His question was left unanswered.
"Tell me, Damien," she purred softly, a hand going to his thigh for stability's sake, "'ow do you vant me to love you?" A pause, "Unless, of course, you dont."
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Post by Damien Renton on Apr 26, 2008 22:42:44 GMT -5
Damien laughed, nodding along. "Honestly, my dear, you can drop down and suck it any time. Corridors, class, bathroom, hospital wing...restaurant, I don't care!" So much for his gentleman-like qualities after that response.
He felt his face was bright red due to the alcohol and he wasn't pleased with such a dead giveaway of vulnerability. However, seeing Allena throw the liquid down her throat, he at least knew she wouldn't be the one taking advantage of him- in ways he wouldn't like, anyway.
"Nae? Well next time Ah wont' fall on my fcuking face and encourage you tae grab a random lad and take him tae a bar. Jist asking micht be alot easier." A hell of a lot easier, and upon the memory of falling on his face, he felt a headache coming.
He found himself displeased with her answer. "Wot Ah want? Ah dinnae want it unless it's wot you want." As if he wanted some broad pretending to be interested in him while he was stupid and drunk-namely if that broad was an exgirlfriend, one of whom he was still infatuated with.
She was snuggling on him now and he felt warm; he blamed it on the alcohol. "Wot? How can Ah forget wot Ah nivir see?" He felt goosebumps spike up his skin as he felt her lips near his ear.
"I jist told you Ah wanted you tae. And how....?" He was surprised by the question. There were different ways to love? Had he been sober-well, not drunk- he would have been able to see this. But now he was simply bemused.
"In every way possible."
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Post by Allena Delarue on Apr 26, 2008 23:11:37 GMT -5
Allena tittered softly in response, smiling and shaking her head. "I'd prefer to keep it private," she said, "Alzough I've 'eard zat it is exhilarating to do it in public. An alleyway, per'aps. Just enough exposure to get ze blood flowing, no?" Blood and other things, too, but there was no need to be so crude. She'd already hit upon the crude chords, and decided that perhaps laying off of it would be the best choice.
Laughing again she nuzzled him once more, as if to apologize for her rashness. "I vould be 'appier if you did not frighten me so before'and. I prefer this anyway, and it seems that your pride vould be less injured if you just approached me. You 'ave a better chance of taking me out if you do not frighten me to death first, or knock yourself silly in ze process." Of course he had not gone to the trouble to ask her out at all--- he was waiting for the thing that was most important to him, no matter who he was with.
She understood that his only true love in the world was his drug, but she did not fault him for this. It wasn't his fault that the drug could take the place of human emotion-- the drug provided something a human could not. It provided relative stability, a promise for mental recluse, and an otherwise insatiable chemically-induced physical need that could grip him with more passion and certainly more negative bodily effects than any lover's desperate fingers or, as far as pain went, fingernails ever could.
Her father had been the same way, only it worked in reverse. He'd had everything--money, a family, social standing, an apartment in the heart of Paris and other house in the South of France. He didn't need anything, and so his wants tore at him. He got bored, addicted, and then his have's turned into have-nots. The loving family dissipated from around him, scattering off in their own ways. He became estranged from his wife, no longer passionate about what she had to offer. It lacked luster. Her beauty was fading with age.
But heroin's beauty never faded.
His daughters' bloomed, but he didn't notice. They, however, recognized his loss of morality, loss of love. But Allena didn't want to think about her father while she was snuggled up to her replacement junkie, though. And so she returned her thoughts to him, and forgot for a few minutes that he would trade her company for heroin in a heartbeat, provided he got the chance.
"You've doubted zat zis is vhat I vant?" she asked, her heartbeat quickening. She thought it was quickening, anyway, although biologically that was the opposite of what was happening. Her knowledge of the bodily effects of alcohol were limited. Ignorance was bliss.
A frown crossed her lips as he posed his question. He had a point and she hated him for it. "I suppose you can't," She admitted, but nuzzled him all the more for it. This wasn't fair. He wasn't supposed to be right about her faults. She hoped now that physical affections would draw his attention away from her relative mistakes as a girlfriend and lover.
"I can do that," she said, against his neck. Her eyes averted and she leaned her forehead in, her eyelashes brushing against his cheek when she blinked, which she did several times before she tilted her chin up again, kissing his neck softly. Better yet, she could do it without pretending. But that was a dangerous piece of information to give him, and she wasn't sure if she could tell him that unprovoked. Perhaps in time. Maybe even tonight, if the timing was right.
Or maybe she'd just scare him off.
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Post by Damien Renton on Apr 27, 2008 18:50:59 GMT -5
"Nae in these alleys..." getting head in an alley where a banshee might pop out wasn't all that exciting. In fact, instead of being excited, it would make him shrink up into his stomach. Not that she needed to know that, however.
"Aye? Well Ah'd prefer it if you'd, jist one day, came into the hospital wing and raped me. But some things will jist nivir change, sae the next time we gae oot, Ah'm sure there will be self-injury involved." At least on one of their parts. They only seemed to see each other if one was injured.
Then again, he was in the infirmary to work there.
Her response, yet again, knocked him off guard. Blinking and officially drunk, he gave a shrug. "You nivir did before, why ought Ah think that's changed-aye?" Well, take that.
He didn't even mean to be full of spite, and he hoped that wasn't the tone that came out. He was, more or less, stating simple facts that he thought remained true.
And she seemed to be doing the same- or at least in his drunken mind. However now he was being nuzzled and he felt her skin against his.He licked his lips and felt a softness against his neck. Well, she certainly hadn't forgotten how to get him going.
Damien was already growing hot and bothered. He squirmed a bit and smirked. "Ah thought you weren't much for being sae provocative in public, he purred out, scooting a bit up the booth seat. "Why dinnae we jist git ootta here?"
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Post by Allena Delarue on Apr 27, 2008 19:05:32 GMT -5
Allena nodded with a sigh. The days of pleasant alleyway sex were long past, and she feared that they wouldn't be returning soon. Not here, anyway. Perhaps once they were free of the confines of the magical world--well, he was technically already free. He didn't have to be here. He was choosing to be there, although she couldn't imagine why anyone would want to stay.
She did laugh a bit when he mentioned that injury would probably be involved with their next encounter. But that answered the question she had for him before--he wanted her to love him physically, and satiate whatever sort of physical cravings he may be having. Glancing down in his lap, she tried to see if she could visibly note the cravings, but she could not.
"I did, but you were too busy mocking my ankle injuries to notice." It was truth enough-- last time they'd met she had, in fact, still been fond of him. He, on the other hand, apparently seemed more fond of the fact that he had an opportunity to take a jab at her while she was immobile.
She rolled her eyes at him, but again got a bit of a look into where his trip was being mapped out to. "Zat is fine vith me," she said, waiting for him to rise before she did. Her shoes were conventional, thankfully, but she was still unstable on her legs. Or would be, once she stood up.
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