Post by recluse on Oct 9, 2006 12:41:35 GMT -5
[Editor's note: This RP is set after a rather raunchy encounter in the pool, where Lucas and Gracie are interrupted by the neighbours before anything too serious can happen. It contains lots of coarse language, but that's hardly surprising considering this pair. Timestamp is prior to Dom and Roy's return.]
Smirking over at the woman looking over the fence, Gracie made no attempt to cover her all-but-nakedness as she got out of the pool.
Once she'd walked through the back door, though, it was an entirely different matter. She didn't know what the stupid dreams about Dom meant, but she did know that she didn't exactly want him seeing her naked.
All her clothes, except the ones clutched in her fist, were in the lounge room though. It was entirely possible Dom had gotten back while they were... Occupied in the pool.
After a few moments thought, she padded into the downstairs bathroom to find a towel and emerged dressed, her wet underwear left hanging over a towel rack.
Scratching her head, she looked around for Luke.
"What now?"
Lucas was buttoning his jeans and pulling on his belt when she returned to the empty family room area.
"What do you mean, what now?"
She just blinked at him for a moment.
Yeah, she'd gotten dressed, but only so Dom wouldn't see her naked. Since he wasn't around - must not have gotten back yet - Recluse looked up with a smile.
"Well, just 'cause the yard's not private..."
She didn't quite come out and say it the way she wanted to. 'Are we gonna fuck or what?' was a little blunt, even for her.
With a smile, Gracie took a few steps foward, tracing a line down his chest with one hand.
Lucas looked at her, her expression difficult to read. A bit distant, a bit tough- but what was new?
He reached out a long arm and caught her by her shirt, his hand closing the fabric at her collar into his fist and pulling her to him. He kissed her on the lips, less firmly than he'd have liked to, then let her go, with a bit of a shove.
Walking into the attached kitchen, he rooted in the fridge for a beer.
What the fuck was with this guy? Twice in one day?
"Oh, come on."
She followed him into the kitchen, crossing her arms over her chest.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me, right?"
Her jaw tensed a little, but she kept her mouth clamped shut.
Popping the top off, he stood, taking a drink. He shook his head a bit, looking at her in the fridge light.
"I wouldn't kid about fucking you."
"Well..."
She took a couple of breaths, gazing up at him for a moment with obvious frustration.
"You know I want it... I know you want it..."
That had been more than obvious.
Reaching in for another beer, he took the cap off and set it on the counter beside her.
"Stop it."
Turning his back on her, he walked into the living room, drinking down half his beer on the way.
Once again, she was sorely tempted to use the beer for something other than drinking.
Taking a long sip, she followed him into the lounge. She was well aware of the fact that she was looking like a puppy following him around, and it was pissing her off.
"Stop what? What's your fucking problem? Didn't hear you telling me to stop before."
She was swiftly starting to lose her appeal, and he shot a hard look at her. If he thought there was some chance of keeping this discreet, by this point he'd lost all hope.
"Fucking christ woman. Will you just mellow out?" He looked at her as if she were mildly insane, tendrils of anger teasing along the back of his neck.
He really didn't want to have to explain holes in the wall to the man that owned this house.
"Mell... Mellow. Out?"
She was still pissed off, at each of them in about equal parts. Her lips parted slightly, giving just a glimpse of teeth, before she closed her mouth and shook her head with a slightly dangerous look.
"Fuck you, Lucas."
Gracie could feel her hands tensing, moving slightly toward forming a fist, and she flexed her fingers deliberately. It was all she could do to keep herself standing there calmly. In fact, she didn't manage to do that for long.
Still shaking her head, Recluse looked for her bag and swore inwardly at where it was. Right beside his feet. All she wanted to do was storm off, lock herself in one of the empty rooms, and possibly pummel something. Her preference there would be Lucas, but that defeated the purpose of locking herself in the room.
She crossed the room, bent down to grab her bag, and did her very best to avoid looking at him.
I swear to god, the next time he touches me...
She couldn't finish the threat. Gracie still didn't know exactly how she felt about him, but right now it was more than a little pissed off.
Luke smirked, wondering where the hell Dom had ended up in all of this. Any other girl, he'd let them go, maybe even send them off with a crass remark. She certainly deserved it.
So he wasn't sure what he was doing when he grabbed her arm, throwing her off balance and pulling her down onto his lap. He slipped his arm behind her elbows, locking her arms behind her back. It kept any vital parts of himself out of range of those vicious teeth.
God she was hot when she was angry.
He spoke near her ear, struggling with her a bit to keep her there. "You're going to get that ticked off that I won't fuck you right here, right now. Is that it?" For once, his tone wasn't condescending.
He was out of her range, with the way he was holding her, but that didn't stop Gracie from baring her teeth at him again.
"Fuck you."
It was a simple enough answer, really, but she didn't think that would get her out of his grasp. What sucked about it was that he seemed to have her in a firm hold - though there was something really hot about the way he could just grab her like that. The bastard.
Yeah, there was definitely a bit of conflict there.
"You've been fucking with me all day, Lucas. Seriously, what the fuck am I supposed to feel like?"
She shifted a little, adjusting her position so that she was a little more comfortable in his lap.
"You just like messing with my head, is that it?"
Lucas jerked her a bit, trying to get her to stop fighting his hold, and maybe getting a bit angry.
"Maybe you should feel flattered."
He could tell she was in the same sort of mood he sometimes found himself in- ticked off and not likely to calm down even if a reasonable solution was offered. He really should have just bent her over the couch and given her what she obviously wanted... but something was holding him back.
Carefully, he lifted the hand that wasn't holding her arms to her chest, placing his big palm over the flat expanse just above her breasts. He leaned in and kissed between her shoulder blades, then again on her spine where her shoulders met her neck.
"Have a little patience, huh babe?" His voice wavered between a soft murmur and something harder as he made a great effort not to be nasty to her. It was instinct, it was survival. But he was trying to be the bigger man. In more ways than one.
It felt so good, and she found herself closing her eyes for a moment as he kissed her back. Leaning back into him, she stopped struggling. It really wasn't helping - all it did was make her want him more.
"Stop it, Lucas. Just let go of me, will you?" She didn't sound quite so pissed off, and she was actually doing her very best not to sound upset. It was really starting to mess with her head, all the mixed signals that he was giving her.
He wanted her, he didn't, he wanted her, he didn't, and she was supposed to feel flattered? Have patience? Patience for what, him to make up his fucking mind and decide that he really didn't want her in the end anyway? It had only been going on for a day and she already felt like it was driving her nuts.
"Please."
He looked at her over her shoulder, running a hand over her breast as he spoke.
"You'd rather I fuck you like a whore, then. I can do that if that's what you were after." He smirked a bit, not letting up on her in the slightest.
"I'm not one of your whores."
She couldn't help her body's response to his touch, though.
"Let go of me, Lucas. I mean it."
Turning her over on the couch beside him a little roughly, he shoved her down on the cushion and got up.
"That's what I meant, you raging c--t." Now it was his turn to look pissed off, the muscles of his shoulders flexing as he glared at her, then turned around and grabbed his beer bottle with an angry swipe. It shattered the moment he touched it and in frustration he swung his arm all the more angrily through the air, yelling a bit.
The house shook as he stomped outside, using every bit of his remaining self control not to slam the door.
"What the fuck?"
She honestly didn't get what the fuck his problem was. She didn't get what her problem was, but she thought that most of it could be summed up with three words: Lucas fuckin' James.
"Asshole!"
He was gone, fuck knows where, and it was all she could do not to throw her own beer bottle out after him. That was still where she'd left it, and she snatched it up angrily now to drink most of it in one go.
Grabbing her things, Gracie stalked upstairs. Unlike him, she did slam the door of the random room she'd picked, and then locked it behind her. She really didn't want to look at anyone right now, but she also knew that she was too angry and confused and upset to be able to sleep.
Smirking over at the woman looking over the fence, Gracie made no attempt to cover her all-but-nakedness as she got out of the pool.
Once she'd walked through the back door, though, it was an entirely different matter. She didn't know what the stupid dreams about Dom meant, but she did know that she didn't exactly want him seeing her naked.
All her clothes, except the ones clutched in her fist, were in the lounge room though. It was entirely possible Dom had gotten back while they were... Occupied in the pool.
After a few moments thought, she padded into the downstairs bathroom to find a towel and emerged dressed, her wet underwear left hanging over a towel rack.
Scratching her head, she looked around for Luke.
"What now?"
Lucas was buttoning his jeans and pulling on his belt when she returned to the empty family room area.
"What do you mean, what now?"
She just blinked at him for a moment.
Yeah, she'd gotten dressed, but only so Dom wouldn't see her naked. Since he wasn't around - must not have gotten back yet - Recluse looked up with a smile.
"Well, just 'cause the yard's not private..."
She didn't quite come out and say it the way she wanted to. 'Are we gonna fuck or what?' was a little blunt, even for her.
With a smile, Gracie took a few steps foward, tracing a line down his chest with one hand.
Lucas looked at her, her expression difficult to read. A bit distant, a bit tough- but what was new?
He reached out a long arm and caught her by her shirt, his hand closing the fabric at her collar into his fist and pulling her to him. He kissed her on the lips, less firmly than he'd have liked to, then let her go, with a bit of a shove.
Walking into the attached kitchen, he rooted in the fridge for a beer.
What the fuck was with this guy? Twice in one day?
"Oh, come on."
She followed him into the kitchen, crossing her arms over her chest.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me, right?"
Her jaw tensed a little, but she kept her mouth clamped shut.
Popping the top off, he stood, taking a drink. He shook his head a bit, looking at her in the fridge light.
"I wouldn't kid about fucking you."
"Well..."
She took a couple of breaths, gazing up at him for a moment with obvious frustration.
"You know I want it... I know you want it..."
That had been more than obvious.
Reaching in for another beer, he took the cap off and set it on the counter beside her.
"Stop it."
Turning his back on her, he walked into the living room, drinking down half his beer on the way.
Once again, she was sorely tempted to use the beer for something other than drinking.
Taking a long sip, she followed him into the lounge. She was well aware of the fact that she was looking like a puppy following him around, and it was pissing her off.
"Stop what? What's your fucking problem? Didn't hear you telling me to stop before."
She was swiftly starting to lose her appeal, and he shot a hard look at her. If he thought there was some chance of keeping this discreet, by this point he'd lost all hope.
"Fucking christ woman. Will you just mellow out?" He looked at her as if she were mildly insane, tendrils of anger teasing along the back of his neck.
He really didn't want to have to explain holes in the wall to the man that owned this house.
"Mell... Mellow. Out?"
She was still pissed off, at each of them in about equal parts. Her lips parted slightly, giving just a glimpse of teeth, before she closed her mouth and shook her head with a slightly dangerous look.
"Fuck you, Lucas."
Gracie could feel her hands tensing, moving slightly toward forming a fist, and she flexed her fingers deliberately. It was all she could do to keep herself standing there calmly. In fact, she didn't manage to do that for long.
Still shaking her head, Recluse looked for her bag and swore inwardly at where it was. Right beside his feet. All she wanted to do was storm off, lock herself in one of the empty rooms, and possibly pummel something. Her preference there would be Lucas, but that defeated the purpose of locking herself in the room.
She crossed the room, bent down to grab her bag, and did her very best to avoid looking at him.
I swear to god, the next time he touches me...
She couldn't finish the threat. Gracie still didn't know exactly how she felt about him, but right now it was more than a little pissed off.
Luke smirked, wondering where the hell Dom had ended up in all of this. Any other girl, he'd let them go, maybe even send them off with a crass remark. She certainly deserved it.
So he wasn't sure what he was doing when he grabbed her arm, throwing her off balance and pulling her down onto his lap. He slipped his arm behind her elbows, locking her arms behind her back. It kept any vital parts of himself out of range of those vicious teeth.
God she was hot when she was angry.
He spoke near her ear, struggling with her a bit to keep her there. "You're going to get that ticked off that I won't fuck you right here, right now. Is that it?" For once, his tone wasn't condescending.
He was out of her range, with the way he was holding her, but that didn't stop Gracie from baring her teeth at him again.
"Fuck you."
It was a simple enough answer, really, but she didn't think that would get her out of his grasp. What sucked about it was that he seemed to have her in a firm hold - though there was something really hot about the way he could just grab her like that. The bastard.
Yeah, there was definitely a bit of conflict there.
"You've been fucking with me all day, Lucas. Seriously, what the fuck am I supposed to feel like?"
She shifted a little, adjusting her position so that she was a little more comfortable in his lap.
"You just like messing with my head, is that it?"
Lucas jerked her a bit, trying to get her to stop fighting his hold, and maybe getting a bit angry.
"Maybe you should feel flattered."
He could tell she was in the same sort of mood he sometimes found himself in- ticked off and not likely to calm down even if a reasonable solution was offered. He really should have just bent her over the couch and given her what she obviously wanted... but something was holding him back.
Carefully, he lifted the hand that wasn't holding her arms to her chest, placing his big palm over the flat expanse just above her breasts. He leaned in and kissed between her shoulder blades, then again on her spine where her shoulders met her neck.
"Have a little patience, huh babe?" His voice wavered between a soft murmur and something harder as he made a great effort not to be nasty to her. It was instinct, it was survival. But he was trying to be the bigger man. In more ways than one.
It felt so good, and she found herself closing her eyes for a moment as he kissed her back. Leaning back into him, she stopped struggling. It really wasn't helping - all it did was make her want him more.
"Stop it, Lucas. Just let go of me, will you?" She didn't sound quite so pissed off, and she was actually doing her very best not to sound upset. It was really starting to mess with her head, all the mixed signals that he was giving her.
He wanted her, he didn't, he wanted her, he didn't, and she was supposed to feel flattered? Have patience? Patience for what, him to make up his fucking mind and decide that he really didn't want her in the end anyway? It had only been going on for a day and she already felt like it was driving her nuts.
"Please."
He looked at her over her shoulder, running a hand over her breast as he spoke.
"You'd rather I fuck you like a whore, then. I can do that if that's what you were after." He smirked a bit, not letting up on her in the slightest.
"I'm not one of your whores."
She couldn't help her body's response to his touch, though.
"Let go of me, Lucas. I mean it."
Turning her over on the couch beside him a little roughly, he shoved her down on the cushion and got up.
"That's what I meant, you raging c--t." Now it was his turn to look pissed off, the muscles of his shoulders flexing as he glared at her, then turned around and grabbed his beer bottle with an angry swipe. It shattered the moment he touched it and in frustration he swung his arm all the more angrily through the air, yelling a bit.
The house shook as he stomped outside, using every bit of his remaining self control not to slam the door.
"What the fuck?"
She honestly didn't get what the fuck his problem was. She didn't get what her problem was, but she thought that most of it could be summed up with three words: Lucas fuckin' James.
"Asshole!"
He was gone, fuck knows where, and it was all she could do not to throw her own beer bottle out after him. That was still where she'd left it, and she snatched it up angrily now to drink most of it in one go.
Grabbing her things, Gracie stalked upstairs. Unlike him, she did slam the door of the random room she'd picked, and then locked it behind her. She really didn't want to look at anyone right now, but she also knew that she was too angry and confused and upset to be able to sleep.