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Post by impact on Oct 1, 2006 14:53:58 GMT -5
Lucas slipped through the door without a sound. Every good kid on the streets knew how to get through a door without alerting anyone to their presence.
He listened to the sound of Gracie in the shower for a few minutes, watching her vague shadow against the frosted glass of the shower door.
When she turned off the water, he stepped forward. Pulling the towel off the rack, he let her open the door, then filled the space with his broad frame, leaning forward a bit a little predatorily.
Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he held the towel in one hand where she could reach it, but didn't offer it to her, staying quiet.
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Post by recluse on Oct 1, 2006 15:08:31 GMT -5
"You quite fuckin' right?"
It was one thing to be standing naked in front of a guy.
It was an entirely different matter to be standing naked in front of a very hot guy who had basically called you a whore not half an hour ago.
Of course, things changed completely when it was Lucas fuckin' James. Mr. Attitude himself, he of the legendary wang and the questionable sexual health.
Recluse had nowhere to go - he was standing right in front of the doorway, pretty much blocking any way out of the shower. Certainly out of the bathroom.
Hadn't she said to herself earlier that he was known for being a thug, not a pervert? Apparently those rumours hadn't reached her ears just yet.
Grabbing for the towel, Gracie did something that could be considered surprising - if it hadn't been her. Instead of wrapping it around herself, she started drying her hair with one arm, the other leaning against the doorframe.
Who's feeling hot now, Lucas?
She didn't bother to voice the thought. Her smirk said enough.
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Post by impact on Oct 1, 2006 15:44:55 GMT -5
Lucas smirked, and in a relatively quick motion- for him- he slipped a large hand behind her neck and pulled her to him, pressing his lips to hers.
He didn't dare go further. Those teeth looked lethal. Instead he bit her bottom lip gently, running the tip of his tongue over it.
His mouth left hers for her ear, speaking in his low rumble. "So if I call you Gracie, you going to fuck me up like you promised?"
Luke's hand tightened ever so slightly on her neck.
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Post by recluse on Oct 1, 2006 16:04:27 GMT -5
Oh, fuck.
All she wanted to do was bite him back, but she kept her teeth firmly behind her lips. Excruciating pain and necrosis weren't exactly sensual.
She'd dropped her towel. It was probably in a puddle, too, knowing her luck, but Recluse found herself unable to care.
"Mmmm." Her jaw tensed as she made a supreme effort to keep her mouth shut and her fanglets from causing any damage. Even though she half wanted to.
Pressing her lips back to his, Gracie pushed him back so that she had him pinned up against the wall. Her hands at his jeans, she finally opened her mouth, careful to stay far enough away that there wouldn't be any hint of danger.
"Well, I did promise."
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Post by impact on Oct 1, 2006 16:14:55 GMT -5
Lucas grunted a little as she pushed him back. He ran his hands down her arms and pulled them back by the wrists, drawing her into his arms with her own locked against the small of her back.
He looked down at her, all calm and dignity while something far different burned in his eyes. And against her bare thigh.
"I think we should keep cool for Dom's sake. Til we get where we're going." It was an incredibly sensitive thought on his part, particularly since it was dead opposite to what he wanted to do just now.
Luke looked down into her eyes. She was actually very pretty when she wasn't covered in all that makeup.
He pulled up on her wrists with both hands, fully disabling her. The move was gentle, but there she was, pinned against him. Of course she could bite him at any point... and he suspected that would hurt enough to get her message across.
He also knew by the look on her face that she wasn't going to cross that line. Yet.
Lucas kissed her again, the lightest touch. He spoke against her lips. "Why don't you like your name."
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Post by recluse on Oct 1, 2006 16:31:12 GMT -5
Keep cool?
Keep cool?
When he had her pinned against... Wait, for Dom's sake?
The idea that Dom would be even the slightest bit interested in what Gracie did in her spare time made her feel a little uncomfortable, but she pushed it to the back of her mind without thinking on it further.
"Mmm?"
Oh, god, her lips were tingling from his kiss and it took her a moment to process his question. She hadn't expected... Well, she wasn't really expecting any of this to happen with Lucas James, but if she had thought on it, that soft kiss wouldn't have been on her list of expectations.
"Do I look like a Gracie?"
She was mumbling against his lips, grazing her fanglets over her own bottom lip in lieu of doing it to him - she was immune to her own poison.
"I've been on the streets since I was sixteen." Well, except for the last year, anyway.
"Girl like me... Well, Gracie's not exactly tough, is it?"
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Post by impact on Oct 1, 2006 16:38:29 GMT -5
Holding her wrists with one hand, he brushed dark hair away from her face with the thick fingers of his other hand.
Looking her over, he took a moment to respond.
"In the right company, I think you could be." He knew exactly what she was saying. Gracie was the sort of name you called a gigantic black man known for breaking bones. She'd likely dropped the name soon after she hit the streets as a kid.
He thought it was pretty.
Letting her go slowly, he nudged open the cabinet under the sink and grabbed her another towel. Wrapping it around her, he kissed her neck.
"I think we might take a trip into town. Dom wants to cook. Cool with you?" He walked to the door, and put his hand on the knob.
Looking back at her, she could almost see the quieter, more subdued Lucas slowly disappearing behind the Lucas James they knew on the streets.
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Post by recluse on Oct 1, 2006 16:50:20 GMT -5
Oh, sweet jesus.
Her eyes closed as he pressed his lips to her neck, and an audible sigh escaped her.
Gracie had a thing about her neck.
Dear god, how he could just walk away... She bit the inside of her lip hard enough for the fanglets to pierce through.
Man, that totally sucked. He was like a reverse cock-tease. Very unfair. Not to mention that he'd gotten to see her naked and she hadn't even gotten a glimpse. It was difficult to keep the irritation off her face.
She was definitely going to hurt him.
"Yeah, that's cool. I'll be down in five. Or you guys can take off without me, whatever."
It was surprising, actually, that she managed to speak.
He had his hand on the doorknob. Recluse couldn't stop thinking that she'd like to have her hand on an entirely different knob.
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Post by avalanche on Oct 1, 2006 17:05:42 GMT -5
Dom was just coming out of his own quick shower in the downstairs bath when Lucas was heading down the stairs. It'd only been about five minutes. He was in a fresh pair of olive cargo pants and a black T-shirt, and he was hanging the towel he carried with him on a door until he could get it washed.
Brushed teeth felt great, hell, he felt great. Maybe today wouldn't be so shitty after all. He eyed Lucas with a smirk.
Well that didn't take long, did it? Who'd have thought... Maybe Gracie's thrice the woman of that stripper.
The thought made him chuckle, even if it also made him uncomfortable. Still, it was impressive that Lucas was so goal oriented that he didn't even wait a minute after asking if he could have sex with Recluse before running up the stairs after her. He definitely knew how to prioritize.
“We're not actually on the run, so I think it'd be fine to hit up a grocery store. I shouldn't take very long.” He sat on the love seat, pulling on socks. “You have a problem with Greek?”
Damn. Why was he so annoyed? Other than the obvious.
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Post by avalanche on Oct 2, 2006 14:42:49 GMT -5
“Greek from a Greek man? No problem.” Lucas smirked, seeming to be in a pretty good mood, at least for him.
“She’s gonna stay here. You ready to go?” He tucked a pack of smokes in his back pocket and picked up his keys.
Dom concentrated on his boots for a minute, until they were fully on. At least Lucas was in a good mood – he’d have to thank Gracie later for that one. “Yeah, man. Let’s bounce.”
They were mostly silent until they got into the car, Lucas starting it up and pulling out of the drive. Finally Dom broke the silence.
“Hey. About Gracie,” He said, looking over at the guy. “I don’t really care what you two got going on, but she’s like my sister. So just don’t intentionally hurt her, alright?”
“I’m not doin’ anything with her man, don’t worry about it.” He flicked ashes out the window. “I know it’s your job to say that shit, but do I have a reputation of fucking chicks up?” There were a lot of rumors about Lucas James, half of which he was sure he didn’t want to hear. Some made him chuckle. Others made him want to crush people’s heads.
He let Dom decide which were which.
Dominic chuckled. “Your reputation doesn’t exactly get too detailed with your complex relationships… most people stop after the killing people part.”
As for him not doing anything with her? Well, that was pretty ambiguous given the question. He decided it was probably best not to ask further the details of their relationships. Besides, he didn’t want to know, right? Right. Just so long as he didn’t hurt her. That was the key.
He watched the neighborhood roll by without saying much for a while.
Finally, he looked back to the man. “So what the hell’s the real Lucas James about? You want me to not jump to the wrong conclusions about your reputation, it’d probably be best for me not to base my entire perception of you off of it.”
His last question came across muffled as his first comment sparked a slow burning fire in Luke’s mind. He glared forward, hand tightening on the wheel.
That piece of shit dealer. Why everyone was so surprised he’d killed him, he didn’t know. It wasn’t like any of them hadn’t shot a guy or known someone who had. Violence was a part of their lifestyle. So maybe it was impressive to them that he’d done so with his bare hands- who gave a shit.
His jaw tensing once or twice, he managed to respond. “Not sure where you got the idea I gave two shits what you thought of me, Petros.”
Flicking his cigarette out the window and rubbing his jaw, he drove a little more erratically, a moody look on his face.
Dom watched Lucas tense up from the corner of his vision… it was largely why he asked the second question. The first comment came remarkably close to igniting a full on fight – one that Dom was already planning for given the close quarters – so what else was he supposed to do?
But man Luke was fuming.
“Yeah, Lucas James doesn’t care what anyone thinks about Lucas James, right? Is that how it goes? Look man, it’s just you and me here. We’re gonna be stuck together for a bit, might as well know how not to piss each other off.”
He frowned. “You got it about fucking right. Why you seem to think this deal we’ve made means its time to go on Oprah and talk about our feelings, I don’t quite understand.”
Then he laughed. Not the sort of laugh anyone wants to hear, really. “Okay. I get it now. That’s why you’re cool with Gracie. You’re a faggot.” He nodded as if it all made sense now.
Dom barked out a loud laugh, genuinely caught off guard by the statement and finding it completely humorous. It actually took him a second of laughing before he realized that Lucas wasn’t joking around, he was actually trying to take a shot at him. That didn’t stall the laughter, in fact, it made him chuckle a bit more.
“Holy shit, Lucas… you really do live up the whole Badass Lucas fuckin’ James angle, don’t you?” He asked.
Dom wasn’t raised on the streets, he was raised with a decent Greek family, but he found his way to the streets – found his way home. As such sometimes he could escape a few ‘tough guy’ stereotypes, and genuinely took amusement in them. Still… he could understand why he’d end up looking a little queer on this issue.
Luke shook his head. The steering wheel cracked, and he immediately lifted his hands from it, realizing he was about to lose his cool. It was obvious as he forced himself to calm, carefully putting his hands back on the wheel and continuing on their way.
“I don’t live up to anything Dominic,” he said a bit sullenly. “I do what I have to just like everyone else. Just because I choose not to cry about it…” He shook his head again, storms raging behind his eyes.
The little prick. He rolled his neck a bit. It was good Lucas liked him. There was just enough they saw eye to eye on that Luke respected the guy. It didn’t mean he was going to tolerate being wound up, however.
Dom heard the steering wheel crack a bit, but chose specifically not to look at it. He kept his easy smile, which wasn’t hard, given the situation. “Okay, okay, look… I ain’t cryin’. You ain’t cryin’, nobody here’s cryin’. I’m not suggesting we sit around a campfire and swap manly stories, just trying to get some communication flowing here.”
He looked over at the bigger, definitely stronger man and made a more serious face.
“You don’t want to answer questions about who you are, that’s cool. That’s how it normally is on the street, I know that. We don’t offer ourselves up to anybody, because that’s weak, right? I can play cloak and dagger just like anybody else.”
Unable to help it, he added: “Besides, you’re more handsome when you’re mysterious.”
Lucas smirked. “You –are- a faggot.”
“Communication? Christ woman.” He shook his head. “Look. You want to know something, be a man and ask a fucking question. I’m not gonna give you a book report just because you want us to ‘open up’. For fuck’s sake.” He smirked, and lit another cigarette.
“You know, we’re eventually going to have to get this deep-rooted homophobia out of your system. For Christ’s sake, it’s the twenty first century already.” Dom grinned, not about to fall into the trapping of ‘be a man, you’re a queer, etc etc’.
“And I do recall asking a question prior to the masculine antipathy, which was along the lines of what the hell Lucas James is all about. Granted, it’s a bit open ended, and led me to a barrage of demasculating commentary, so I’ll stow the ‘getting to know you’ for a while. Consider yourself off the hook for now.”
“Antipathy? What in the hell is that.”
Dominick was entirely too educated for Luke’s speed. He’d never done well in school and left before he graduated- fifty cent words were about fourty five cents too much for him.
That was not to say Lucas wasn’t intelligent, in fact he was one of the smarter men on the block- but his intelligence of a different kind.
“It means dislike, disagreement, or just plain not getting along with somebody.” Dom said, watching the Safeway as they rolled into the parking lot. Although it wasn’t that he disliked Lucas, for even he couldn’t help but be drawn in by the sort of street magnetism the guy had. There was something about the big guy that was likable to people like him, a strange sort of charisma.
Not that Dom would EVER say that out loud – he was getting enough fag jokes already by this guy.
“Doesn’t really matter anyway… I suppose a better label for us will be ‘don’t start none, won’t be none.’ – I think we can live with that. Though if you’re ever up for a campfire/manly stories situation, just let me know.”
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