cross your fingers and say goodbye ,,

[hawthorne]

come on, come on, come on;
save your lies!

One thing, to be honest, that was hard about my life, was living off of a small amount of sleep. I was tired, and i could feel it in the muscles of my body. Probably the most sleep I got a night was four hours. Why? Because i just never allowed myself more sleep. I craved it, my strong Russian body just needed it badly. It was a terrible thing, but in my opinion, it made me stronger. Tonight had been pretty damn eventful for me. I had come so close... so close, to preying on a guy before i looked away for a second and he just up and disappeared. My temperament was shorter than usual because of this. Instead of waiting around like i usually did, i' just gave up. I guess it was okay if for one night i didn't practice on some poor unsuspecting soul. My practicing usually resulting in death. Something i knew all too well. I was a strange person, but strong. The way i carried my eighteen year old body was both alluring and sexy. I could turn many heads in a room if i wanted, if it wasn't from my attire that fit my curves. Though, i was completely aware of how women could find my clothing to be slutty. But hey! I never went for the girls, my attire and entire bane of existence was for teasing the guys and everything. It was something i did well.

As for today, i gave up and retreated back to the woods, getting a room up in the fourth floor. I had the money, i just needed to think, to clear my head. Maybe sleep some as well? The downside to this hotel wasn't because it was creepy or a tad bit dingy, but was definitely because of their 'no smoking' rule. It was stupid. It was a pretty shitty hotel, yet here i was.. an avid smoker and couldn't even smoke up in my room. I was one for breaking the rules, but i just decided to not get kicked out of the one place i could actually get a lot of sleep. Exhaling loudly, i got up from laying on my bed and staring out the window at the sunset outside, to fix my clothing. I realigned my red and black corset-like dress, adjusted my wide fishnets, fixed my fishnet gloves, ran a brush through my hair, and stuck my feet back into my heels. I loved these heels; they gave an added height to my being, which was tall already. I was a healthy 5'7 without heels. And with? I was probably nearing 6ft. It added to my lean figure.. which added to my thick accent. The accent that could make a boy drool if i spoke just right. And just think! i was only eighteen with that power. Eventually it could be even more lethal than it already was.

After making sure everything was perfect with my body and appearance, i grabbed the card that let me into my hotel room and slipped it beside my left breast but so it was hidden. Tacky? Just a little, but it wasn't like i was here to impress anyone. Who would be in a vacation hotel worth my time anyway? I made sure the card was hidden but so that it wouldn't somehow slip away, and grabbed a simple cancer stick and matchbook off the little desk beside the door. I had this unhealthy addiction to smoking. I could've smoked like a train if i wanted to, i just didn't want to smell like it. That was one thing i learned when i was younger and just out of rehab. Smoke too much, and you push the guys away. It wasn't something i wanted to do. So, with cigarette and matchbook in hand, i stepped out into the hallway and shut the door behind me, walking to the elevator and taking the ride down to the lobby floor and eventually making it down the stairs of the front entrance, feeling eyes on me as i leaned against one of the stone structures that added to the picture perfect front of the tacky building.

My luck, it was some creep. Probably homeless, with no sense of good hygiene that was just staring at me like i was some kind of meat. You know, i was probably the only person in the world with two x chromosomes that would admit i liked being a piece of meat to guys. Only because they never seemed to live in the end. It was fun to tease, as mentioned above. I lit the cigarette, and inhaled the toxic smoke deeply, before exhaling it slowly through my nose and adverting my bright grey green gaze back to the creep. "You like what you see, I'm guessing?" I said in a gentle yet seductive playful tone. My Russian voice just purring so smoothly from my throat. I saw him nod before i smirked. "You could take a picture... oh wait, you probably pawned your camera for pot.." I snapped. I was not in the mood right now. I liked being playful at first, but then bringing them down next. I took another drag off of my cancer stick before i looked away from him, avoiding to look back at him. He wasn't worthy of my time to look at. "Fucking people." I growled to myself, exhaling the smoke slowly again through my nose. I glanced around the woods that the hotel was placed in the center of, and flicked some of the ashes off the tip of the cigarette, and leaned back more against the stone, shutting my eyes for a moment, flipping my lip ring, which was located in the center of my full lips, back and forth.

choose your side tonight..

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word count; 970
outfit; LINKAGEEE.
for; Viktor Reznikov.
notes; --
the tunes; immortal love - vampires everywhere!

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[viktor]

Severed myself from my whole life
Cut out the only thing that was right

Leather shoes padded along the sidewalk, crushing the odd bug that happened to be in their path. The eerie trees loomed above him like murders above their victim, and as his green eyes looked up to their tips, he had the feeling that they were trying to entrap him. The whole setting here reminded him of one of the scenes in his book, and maybe that's why the Russian man came here. His muse had run short, it was like someone stole out his beating heart from his chest, leaving it hollow and ridding his body of it's muse. What was a muse anyway? An essential ingredient to any piece of work? Or a torturous sensation that instills a person with everything they've ever wanted, then rips itself out from under their glory boat? Most days, Viktor saw it as the later. Rough hands buried deep within ebony dress pants, the male continued on. That morning he had stopped by his editor's building for another tedious lecture, but nothing changed. He still couldn't write down two words. An exasperate sigh pushed past pale lips, the octave low and dragged out. Eyes parted from the tree tops, resting on the space before him. Not too far into the distance, a building loomed in the shadows, seeming to deteriorate by the second. It surely wasn't any five-star hotel, but there was something about it, something drawing him nearing. Could this be what he had been searching for? Probably not, but where else was there for him to go? The man had heard about this building more than a few times, but never actually been here, as a matter of fact, he wasn't even sure how he got here in the first place.

Slowly as he advanced forward, he drew his hand from his pocket and brought it to the collar of his black suit jacket. Absentmindedly his thumb and index finger traced down the collar till they were midway on his chest, then sank into his jacket fumbling for a inner pocket. Upon finding their destination they closed around the small box and retreated back with it clasped tightly. This was like breathing to him, he didn't even have to think about it. Soon the box was open, one side empty and the other holding only three cigarettes. On the empty side was a lime green lighter worn out with overuse. A cigarette placed lovingly between his dry lips, he cupped one hand protectively over it and lit it up. With the box and lighter returned to their place, he drew in a large drag, the burning ring crawling down the shaft slowly, leaving only ash in its path. With his thumb and index finger again he pulled the cigarette away from his face and pushed out a cloud of poison, eyes swelling with satisfaction. Just as the smoke disappeared a yawn had escaped the Russian's lips, alerting him that sleep was needed. By now his leather encased feet has carried him to the hotel doors. A sight entrapped his vision before he could reach the door. A women with a corset dress, leaning with beauty and holding a cigarette.

A wonderful sight indeed. But there was something to take care of first. Taking another puff of smoke he opened the door and stepped into the building. The scenery of the lobby was bottom class at best, but it wasn't like Viktor would complain. He approached the counter, a slightly overweight man standing with purpose behind the old wood. A look of disgust creased his old face as his eyes settled upon the smoking male.

“You're not permitted to smoke here, sir.” He tried to sound polite, but the words still rang the tone of a familiar rudeness. “Yeah that's fine. Look I need a room.” The Russian accent was thick upon his words. As the writer spoke he rubbed his temple irritably and hard, as if trying to rub away a bad headache. But what came next, Viktor didn't expect. “Sorry, we're all booked up. Try going in town.” The response sounded as irritated as he was, and without looking at the chubby man he left the building again, taking in several drags on his way out. “Fucking perfect.” Another sigh was emitted as he glanced over to the woman with the gorgeous outfit. Of course he wanted to say something to her, but he really couldn't think of anything to say. His eyes wandered off her as he stood there, trying to figure out what to do and where to go since he was pretty much lost. A soft wind bushed against his two day old stubble and ruffled his honey brown hair.

Again he went to look at the women but his eyes landed on the ratty looking man staring bright eyed at the young women. Young? Actually...he took a double take at her. She did look young, not really young, but definitely younger than him. Interest steaming within his veins he chuckled lightly, the tone rather smooth. “You've got an admirer.” With that he looked from her to the man, then back to her. She seemed mysterious, there was something about her he was drawn to, but he wasn't sure what. As Viktor waited for her response he took another puff of smoke and exhaled, eyes looking over the trees.

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What If I never saw you again
I'd die right next to you in the end

word count-- 891
audience-- hawthorne harka
attire-- huur
soundtrack-- the simpsons =3
comments--
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[hawthorne]

with a tortured youth,
and heartaches we'll sell,

I still felt his eyes on me and refrained from shuddering out of complete disgust. You know.. It would have possibly been a maybe if he had better hygiene. I might have even thought about it, ending the poor guys life. But... and there was always a but... the thought of wearing the marks he would leave behind... it was gross. Seriously horrible to think about. Most guys, were hot or cute in my opinion. The thought brought a faint smile to my features. I took another deep drag off the cigarette, exhaling slower than i had before through my mouth. I the faint glint of a tongue ring was visible as i exhaled. I hadn't noticed someone walk by, until i heard their foot steps up the stairs. I glanced over and saw a guy in a suit step in. A suit? Here.. in the woods? Oh well. I figured if i saw his face it might actually be worth it. I adjusted my hearing so i could hear the faint words that were spoken from the receptionist which had an unhealthy habit of talking really loud. No rooms anymore? It slightly made me happy that i had gotten a nice sized queen bed, all to myself. I ran a hand through my raven hair, pondering the options. The smirk that grew on my face was barely faint.

I returned my gaze to the ground ahead of me, forgetting about the homeless guy for the moment as i adjusted the way i carried my weight. My heels clicked along the ground as i shifted the weight and continued to lean against the stone. My dark hair falling over my shoulders like a waterfall while i shook my head a small amount. I flicked more ashes off the edge of the cigarette before i heard the footsteps of the guy in the suit. I figured I'd just glance over nonchalantly and see if he was worth my time before i heard a voice directed at me.. with an accent all too familiar for my own good. I turned my head to face him, breathing in the toxic smoke of the cigarette before answering to his statement. “You've got an admirer.” I heard him say. Exhaling the smoke through my nose, i just shrugged. "Yeah, well, i wish i didn't." I just smirked to him. Why was i smirking? Because my accent mimicked his in a way that i had never come across here. Both of us carried that dark intense good old Russian sound that tainted our vocal chords. He wasn't bad looking either, but a bit older than what i usually went for as prey. He had confidence, which wasn't something i was used to seeing in guys.

Allowing my green grey eyes to study his face some, i kept all my emotions hidden from him or anyone who bothered to look, other than the look of seduction. I folded my arms across my chest, flipping my lip ring back and forth along my bottom lip out of boredom. I took the last drag off my cigarette before tossing it to the ground and spinning my red and black heel over it so it would be out. I looked away from him to exhale it and then looked back at him. "You must be Russian. I don't come across men like you often at all. Its a shame..." I smirked some, tilting my head as i went to flip my lip ring more. The glint of a silver tongue ring as i spoke. He seemed someone worth my time. However, for the first time in years, i didn't feel the need to seduce and kill him. Sure, i thought about it, but it didn't really strike me with him. This just may be a first. The first time that I, Hawthorne Sydney Harka, didn't feel the need to kill a stranger. I raised an eyebrow some, gazing at him from behind my black cat-like painted makeup. "I'm Thorne.." I spoke gently. My voice purring from my throat in the very same seductive tone i had used before. My green eyes still watching him with curiosity.

i'll be the blood and body if you'll ring that bell.

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word count; 696
outfit; LINKAGEEE.
for; Viktor Reznikov.
notes; -
the tunes; vultures - envy on the coast

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[viktor]

you're filthy cute and baby you know it

As he stood there, the man rolled his shoulders back, straightening his posture as he let the ash fall from his cigarette. He still couldn't believe there was no vacancy. Again he found his eyes pulled to the girl, and they looked to her face, then slowly traveled down her body, eating up each inch of her skin, admiring the fish nets as his green eyes flowed down her long legs and traveled back up once they reached her crimson shoes. Well, she certainly wasn't bad to look at. With another drag and an exhale through his nostrils, he dropped the cigarette and crushed it under the heel of his leather shoe, not taking his eyes off her. They way she held herself called out to him, almost invited him to her. He had seen his fair share of gorgeous women, obviously, but he never seen one quite like her. It wasn't just her looks either, it was more than that. Curiosity plucked at his nerves, longing to learn more. But he looked away from her again as his hands slid into the pockets of his pants.

Pulling his gaze from her, he looked to the man again who seemed to have a purpose in his eyes and began to stand up. He shrugged it off and looked ahead of him, away from the woman. Then she spoke. Her voice was tantalizing, ripping his attention to her. It had been years since he heard another Russian voice. His parents didn't count, he never talked to them anyway, only their secretaries. But God the Russian accent on her was outstandingly sexy. If Viktor had lived in Russia and heard her spoke there, her voice wouldn't be anything special, but because he was so used to the disgusting American accent, her voice stuck out like a black cat in the snow. There was something powerful about their accent, it was a Russian trait that he was heavily proud of, but on her it just added to her wonder. It had been a few moments after she spoke that he finally registered what she had actually said, the poor git had been too focused on her voice than what she was saying, not like it actually mattered what she said. But what did matter was this lust dragging him to her, the lust that screamed at him. Viktor had to have her. Absentmindedly his pink tongue slid over his dry lips, moistening them as he stared with bored eyes into the distance. From the corner of his green eyes he saw her looking at him and pushed back a smile, he didn't want her to think he wanted her.

Again a chuckle flowed past his lips, amusement glittering in his eyes.

“Da, vy pravy.” When he spoke in his native tongue, his accent grew stronger and more dignified and his lips were pleased to have the words roll over them. What she said after the obvious turned his head to her, and again he let his eyes run over her body before turning away. “And I don't come across many Russian women.” Back to English. It seemed like such a lazy language compared to his. From his peripheral vision he caught movement but immediately noticed it wasn't her. Curious, he turned his neck only to see the homeless man walking in their direction. He could either be walking away, or walking towards them. Viktor wasn't found of scum like that. He was baffled that someone could let their life fall to shit like that. It was disgusting. As he began to pick apart millions of flaws on the grimy man he caught her name. Thorne. It fit her. He spared a moment to flick his eyes to her then returned them back on the advancing man. He seemed angry. Already the man decided what to do and reached on leg out before him and moved forward as the other leg followed suit.

The Russian walked up to Thorne and stopped within inches of her body with his own inclining towards her. It was then he shot an icy glare at the man who made his intentions to come to Thorne obvious. Was this jealousy? No, of course not. That rat would have ruined what he wanted to happen with the girl. Turning now luring eyes to the women before him, he took in a deep breath, savoring her scent. It was strange that he was doing this. He never came this close to a stranger before, even if he wanted them, he never did this. Oh well. As he tried to catch her gaze he strained his neck forward, bringing his face close to the side of her face. Slowly his hand rose up and his fingers lightly brushed her cheek. With a devilish grin, he leaned in a bit closer. “I'm Viktor.” His voice was a whisper, a whisper laced with lust. After the words left his lips he stepped away from her to the side, putting distance between them and now standing in the homeless mans path.

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make the rules,
then break them all 'cause you're the best

word count-- 848
audience-- hawthorne harka
attire-- huur
soundtrack-- the simpsons. still XD
translation-- da, vy pravy - yes, you are right
comments-- the russian translation maaay be wrong, but oh well xD
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[hawthorne]

ashes fill my lungs,
can't you taste them on your tongue?

Listening to him speak our native tongue, it almost seemed relieving in a weird way. I enjoyed his use of words like that between us. I understood him completely, which was something that seemed so.. normal compared to what i had been doing in the past. I always used my accent as leverage to gain a guys trust or lust. It was simple, since all to often had you not found a carrier of the Russian accent that wasn't so... whats the word? oh yes.. sheltered. The thought made me smile. I allowed my green gaze to stick to him, my black thick eyeliner making me resemble a kind of Russian Cleopatra. Just the way the eyeliner was a cat eye, and the way my black bangs rested just below my eyebrows. As i gazed upon him, i felt drawn to him. More than i had to anyone else before. I mean, sure. I had felt drawn to people, but that was only when they would be gone the next day. I never got far in over my head unless i could get out of it. and as i observed him more, i felt as though i wanted to take the chance of getting in over my head, just not caring anymore. I allowed myself to study him. His features were very nice as he got closer to me. I could see the homeless guy just aching to be close to me. Maybe talking seductively to him at first before coming across this very fine man, was a bad idea. I loved the danger though.

I listened to the rest of his words and just silently nodded. My raven hair falling down my chest again, so effortlessly. I noticed the other man, with the hygiene that just made my skin crawl, start to walk toward me. I wasn't really afraid. I mean, I'd kicked plenty of ass in my lifetime, and i was only a healthy eighteen year old girl. My birthday took place on the lovely leap year. If i wanted to be technical, i could tell people my real age. Five. Years. Old. February 29th was a perfect day to be born, allowing you to skip years of your real birthday. Though, personally, i believed it added to my uniqueness. however, i wasn't too unique here with another Russian... unless you counted our sexes. Enough said. i didn't mind that he was here with me. Especially since it definitely beat being stuck there with that homeless man. Things would not be pretty if he tried to corner me, i could assure you. I just kept my bright jade eyes on him as he advanced toward me and stood just before me. My full dark red lips twitching up into a gentle crooked smile. I knew what he was doing, but i didn't know exactly what it was that he had in mind while doing it. Green eyes were tricky. They revealed only as much as you really wanted them to. Unless you were filled with envy.. ahem, green with envy.. excuse the pun.

I looked up at him, from under my jet black bangs and smiled with curiosity. I stayed leaned back in a relaxed way. I didn't mind how close he was, and was about to get. In an odd way, i liked it. I caught him take a hard glance to the man that was left out, and just cocked an eyebrow a bit to where it was highly unnoticeable. He almost seemed protective of me against this guy. Maybe for the fact that the wall i put up currently between me and the outside world was less tough than before. Either way, i knew for a fact i could sustain myself. I had before, and i would now. I rarely found anyone that was ten and killed their twin. It was something i had done and was damn proud of it. To others, it was sick. To me, it was just me. I snagged his gaze with mine, allowing the intensity of my jade eyes to pulsate. The colors almost glowing. I knew that if they could, they sure as hell would've. It added to the mystery that was called Hawthorne Harka. I adjusted my head just a bit, the seductive tendency that my body and eyes gave off, was completely directed at him. My gentle smile twitched the corners of my mouth up again as i flipped my lip ring right and left, and over and over again. I shut my eyes, feeling his head beside mine and his fingertips just barely running across my cheek. I allowed my eyes to flicker open as i glanced in the way of the homeless man; the guy just completely pissed by now, but giving up. He still walked toward us before I heard his name. His voice, i would not lie, was very sexy to me. He pulled away from me, and for the first time in my life, i actually craved for him to be closer to me again. I never had someone do that to me without me doing it to them first. It was, in all essence, a great change of things.

I ran another hand through my hair, watching as the homeless man began his trudge to the woods, and smirked some to Viktor. I set my hair along my right shoulder, gazing up at him with a sexy, passionate gaze. "forgive me for overhearing your conversation in the lobby, but it seems to me you have no room?" I allowed a gentle pause between me speaking the rest of the context; moving my head gently so my posture was filled with high self esteem. "voimme muuttaa sitä..." I spoke in the tongue that was all too familiar to me and apparently him as well. The tone was just about as seductive as i could make it.

watch the light wash away..

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word count; 985
outfit; LINKAGEEE.
for; Viktor Reznikov.
notes; (( voimme muuttaa sitä. - we can change that. )) and no worries, i use a translator for it too XD
the tunes; the blackout - get scared

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[viktor]

Just let me rock you till the break of day

Could a drug take form as a human? It had to be possible. The stunt he pulled gave him a taste of her and now, he was addicted. Oh how he wanted more. The homeless man was far from his mind now, that didn't matter anymore. Eyes soared over her elegant hair and his fingers itched to run through them. The air wasn't chilly, but he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up straight. He felt cold, he hated it. If she was against him, he wouldn't be cold, and he wouldn't think he was. Growing up, Viktor learned that by acting like he didn't care about women, pulled them closer to him. It was like they had some messed up chip programed into their DNA that make them desire attention of any sort. They became pathetic when he ignored them, they even opened their legs, giving him a sneak preview to catch his eyes, just to get him to look at her. Women. But Thorne was different. If anything, she seemed to be ignoring him, not completely, but she didn't seem to show too much interest. God he hoped she was interested. How he loved the color red. The love he just found was new, new because he had never seen it worn so beautifully on someone before. She looked good in red.

His eyes were focused on her, a look of hunger shining in them. Hungry for her. Everything around him blurred together, he couldn't focus on the concrete below, couldn't pick out the looming trees, couldn't hear the suddenly very loud television blaring through the hotel walls. The fact that he had no place to spend the night and was lost didn't occur to him anymore, it didn't matter. He couldn't pick out exactly what had come over him to make him crave her like this, and he wasn't certain if it was a good thing. But it lifted him up, like some trouble weight had been removed from his shoulders. Though the mystery in her eyes put something else on his shoulder. He had never seen love. Hell he wasn't even sure if his parents were in love, and he doubted he'd ever know. When he wrote his book, he had portrayed love in the way he read about in books. Viktor only knew lust, he never even knew like. Emotions for other humans was foreign to him. The lean figure of his body swayed as his feet shuffled, growing restless. He had seen her looking at him and it sent a thrill down his spine. The man adored it when women looked at him like that, it boosted his confidence by a tenfold.

Her voice broke off his pondering and he let a small smile crease his lips. The Russian watched with envy as her hand ran through her shimmering hair. He hadn't taken a moment to notice, but her eye make-up made her more mysterious, or maybe that was the reason she was mysterious. Well that wasn't important right now. What she said was. His smile turned devious as she went on, eyes burning with hunger. Even if the conversation he had with the nearly obese man was important, he wouldn't have cared if she eavesdropped, but he felt a spark in his mind telling him to play with it. Viktor was about to take a step towards her when he was hit with his birth tongue rolling off her plump lips. It sent an even greater wave of lust over him. Her voice speaking their language and the look she gave him sent his mind into a frenzy. He just wanted to scream and have her there. But he had to act accordingly, screaming wasn't very sexy, at least not in this situation. Oh the things he would do to her. His eyes ate her up, showing her how bad he wanted her, he tried to hide it, but he couldn't. Lust was engulfing him. With an inhale he stepped forward, the devious grin plaguing his lips. His pace was slow but purposeful, carrying him in short elegant strides.

“Eavesdropping? You've been bad, Thorne.” As he said her name, he filled it with all the lust and seduction he could possibly muster. Her name tastes so sweet in his watering mouth. His voice was in a tantalizing whisper as he stopped a foot from her. He replayed her speaking in Russian in his mind again, savoring the words, etching them into his memory. It was supposed to be familiar to him, the language of their people, but God she she spoke it, it seemed like the most miraculous thing in the world. Her voice laced it with the sweetest poison, a drug he yearned for. Again he took a step forward, invading her personal space. Why was he doing this again? Well it seemed to work out alright the first time and well he had to face it, it felt so good. Eyes locked onto hers he raised his hand and lightly brushed his fingertips against her smooth skin just near her hair that had fallen on her chest. Ever so slowly, with fingers hardly touching her skin, he drew them across her chest, pushing her hair off and revealing her delicious skin. Letting his fingers flow over the strap of her dress, he blushed her hair off her shoulder and removed his hand. “So very bad.” He filled his hushed words with a devilish seduction, reaching out to her with his alluring melody.

Again he took in her sweet scent, eyes slightly rolling back. Eyes still on hers he placed his fingertips back onto her chest, this time on the other side. Fighting back the urge to rip off the corset, he let his hand take his fingers to the center of her chest, desire welling in his eyes. He looked down then to her breasts and his hand and noticed something peculiar. Viktor had seen a lot of corsets in his time, and what he saw wasn't a part of the outfit. As he lightly trailed his and down the center of her chest, he made sure his touch was light and painfully slow, he wanted her to feel the consuming desire for him to go faster. Then his fingers took a detour and slid under the edge of the corset, right near the object he assumed was a key. Another finger slipped under. Taking his forest eyes off her chest, he slid them up her neck and began to close gently. As his eyes shut he leaned in close with his cheek lightly brushing against hers, his scruff gently dragging against her smooth skin. Softly he parted his lips, allowing his tongue to slip through and reach out. Hungrily his tongue rested against the back of her earlobe and pulled it to his mouth as he took it between his lips, sucking ever so enticingly. As this took place his fingers took hold of the card and drew it out. It was warm. Releasing her earlobe he pulled his head back and gave her one last enchanting look before he slid away from her.

His steps, so light, took him to the door of the building, card in hand. “We can change that.” The accented voice held an entrancing tone, it was no longer a whisper, he spoke with high confidence. With a seductive grin, he pulled back the door and stepped inside. The man behind the wooden counter disappeared, not like Viktor noticed anyway. He glided to the elevator and pushed the up button. It must have been right there because the doors had opened immediately. Please, he stepped inside, spinning on his heel to face the doors. With a foot outstretched forward, blocking the doors from closing, he waited impatiently, waiting, longing, lusting for his drug to come to him.


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I’ll have you naked by the end
of this song

word count-- 1316
audience-- hawthorne harka
attire-- huur
soundtrack-- s.e.x. nickleback
comments-- teehee, look at gutsy Vik XD
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[hawthorne]

and this will be the last time,
you call my name out loud..

Oh, good lord. His reaction to how i spoke Russian back, was just absolutely perfect and exactly what i was looking for. I could see the lust in his eyes and it was absolutely perfect. For the first time ever, i actually found the way he looked at me, extremely sexy. I smiled brightly, revealing a flawless white smile behind my full red lips. Almost as if i was completely innocent. I was, to an extent.. if you didn't count the infinite amount of men i had used. But Viktor was different. I just couldn't get over how different my mindset was when being around him. I tilted my head a slight amount, just loving the way he was watching me. The way that he was basically undressing me with his eyes. It was all so much different than what i was used to doing and getting. I was used to being the controller and making the night go the way i wanted it to. But secretly, i loved the way that i knew he'd take control of the situation. It was great, not having to plan out what i wanted to do and instead just let him go ahead and flow with it. I smirked some, keeping my bright aqua blue gaze back with his. As he stepped closer, i could breathe him in. Something that made me way more attracted to him. Just his slow strides back up to me, made me smile and lean against the cold stone behind me a bit more, almost as if it was for show. Then again, who was i kidding? Whatever i did with his eyes on me, was all for show.

I listened to his voice and kept the lustful butterflies in my stomach at a minimal. He was just getting sexier and sexier, talking like that. I grinned to myself, biting down on my lower lip a tiny amount, tilting my head a bit. The way my name flowed off of his lips was almost goosebump worthy. The lust and seduction that he flooded his Russian tainted voice with, caused me to raise an eyebrow a little and refrained my body and eyes from showing how much i enjoyed the way i was to him in his eyes. Oh, he was definitely worth keeping alive. I kept my eyes locked with his, while he raised his hand and dragged them slowly along the skin that resided on my chest. I kept the slight smirk on my dark red lips, flipping my lip ring back and forth even more as long as he touched me. His touch and his voice, unbelievable. The chills ran through my body, as i watched him advert his gaze to my chest. The smile growing slightly. A distraction? Yes, but it was still sexy. I bit down on my lip a little more, feeling a bit of anxiety at how slow he was trailing his fingertips along my pale skin. I was almost growing impatient because of it. It was driving me insane, in a good way. In an absolutely amazing way that had never been done to me before. The thought and feeling of him grasping my key made me shiver with complete delight. And the way that i could feel his cheek brush along mine, caused me to bite down harder on my lip and lift my head a bit. Everything he was doing had the high potential of becoming mind numbing.

Now, i was slightly saddened as he pulled away, but happy that he had grasped my card. It made me sure that he wanted exactly what i now wanted even more. I returned his look, filled with desire and passion, and ran my pierced tongue along my lower lip, absentmindedly. He began to walk away from me, but i followed closely. My heels clicking along the ground in a leisurely pace but still enough to keep up with his own. Stepping in the door, i allowed him to get a bit ahead of me so he would have to hold the elevator doors open. Part of my plan? That it was. i took the time to fix the way my hair rested, allowing part of it to cover each shoulder but enough so that it still billowed in the wind while i walked, and allowed my arms to swing gracefully by my sides while my hips swayed with each click of my heel. I had noticed he already clicked the up button, and the thought made it easier for me. I bit down on my lower lip some, smiling up at him from under my dark hair once more. My high Russian attitude was just pulsating off of every poor of my body. I pressed the door closed button; knowing that the elevator wouldn't stop on any other floor.. but would take an eternity to reach the fourth floor which i was located on. I had my back to the door and my face to him, stepping up and closing the space between the two of us, just barely pressing my body against his. Only so he faintly felt the curve of my body there against him. I locked my eyes with him for a second, playfully, as i played my hands on the elevator walls beside him. "mmmm, i believe so.. Olen niin mitään rangaistusta.." I grinned some, tearing my eyes from his to his neck.

I would be honest. I had this infatuation with biting. I loved biting the guys i was with, and something to really get me going was when they bit back. I often wore many bites from guys i had killed as what you could call badges. However, currently, no guy had left me any. There was always room to fix that, i was sure. I kept my head just over his right shoulder, using my right hand to slowly drag my fingertips along the left side of his neck as i started to kiss his neck just barely and slowly, in a set. I finally heard the bell ring for the fourth floor, and before the elevator actually settled gave me the time to playfully bite his neck, allowing the chill of my lip ring to drag along his neck where i had just gently bit before i pulled away. The doors opened, and knowing that he would follow; i turned my back to him, walking over to where my room was located. Swinging my hips while i walked all the more and placing my right hand on my hip, the left, i ran again through my hair and shook my head some to allow it to flow behind me until i reached my door. I leaned against the door with my back to it, feeling the need to have him open the door with me like that. Oh the thoughts that were running through my mind.. They were so much more amazing than anything i could have thought of before.

we're going to have some fun tonight!

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word count; 1169 <--- LOL.
outfit; LINKAGEEE.
for; Viktor Reznikov.
notes; (( Olen niin mitään rangaistusta -- i'm up for any punishment )) i'm way off LOL. the translations i've been using are Finnish... just pretend theyre Russian since i can't find the translation into english letters. xD
the tunes; bury me alive - vampires everywhere!

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[viktor]

With red lipstick and pale pink boots
This bitch just blew me away

They must have looked like an odd paring. With Viktor wrapped in a suit, and Throne delicately and barely covered by the gorgeous red corset dress. It didn't matter though, how they looked together, for Viktor all that matters is the explosive magic they will create. As his green eyes watched the woman walk towards him, he felt his body tingle madly. She was the definition of lust. The Queen of seduction. God she barely done anything and he was entranced. Her scent flooded into the small space as she broke the barrier separating the elevator from the exposed hall. Devil. That word popped into the Russian's mind as his eyes ate her up. The door sealed shut, leaving only he and the woman in the small space. Oh the wonders they could do here. She looked light, and he did have a fair bit of muscle on him, he knew he could hold her up long enough to do what he craved. His mind went primal, touching in to all his animal instincts, his wild desires. The impulse raced within his mind to rip her dress off and have her there and then, he could not wait long enough to get to the room.

She stood with her back to the wall and her exquisite face and teasing body towards him. He nearly leaped at her when she stepped forward and he nearly pulled her body into his when she was just lightly pressing against him. It didn't seem possible for desire to reach this height, seemed implausible for a man to feel this pull to a woman. She was a vixen. Rough hands tightened at his sides, aching to squeeze her. A quiver rippled through his body as she spoke the Russian word for punishment. He couldn't even conjure up a reply to that. From the corner of his eye he could see her hand against the wall and wished with his heart that instead of on the wall, her hand would be on his body. And then his wish came true. Her touch felt like a burning ecstasy against his skin. Her nearness created a sly grin across his pale lips. Oh the fun they would have. The man didn't dare move, he wanted to enjoy this. Then lips touched his skin. The light touch of her lips forced his smile wider and as she continued he went to bring his hands up but the bell had rung. Saved by the bell? Viktor could disagree. She bite his neck. He enjoyed getting bite. There was something entirely primal about it and in his current mind state, primal only fed furl to his lusting fire. And her lip ring. Girls with oral piercing were hot, when that piercing and their mouth was on his body, it was even hotter. A quite sigh slipped past his lips as she pulled away and he could feel his eyes dancing in his head.

He watched her walk away, pushing back the urge to run after her and throw her against the wall. How odd was it that two people who had known each other for only five minutes could already be heading to the hotel to consummate. To him it didn't matter at all. Hell he'd forget her name after he was finished, he would place money on that too. Viktor figured that if two people need a fuck, then who's to judge with who they do it with? His lips pursed every so slightly as his head cocked to the side, eyes fixated on her rear and the way she walked. The elevator doors began to shut. For a moment he debated whether or not to leave, not because he didn't want to go with her, but because he wanted to play. But then he looked down to her and quickly stepped out of the small space just as the doors shut. He wanted her body too much to play games. Maybe after he had her. He strode to her, with evenly spaced steps carrying him to his mark. Viktor resembled a lion then. A lion stalking its prey, just as it had that look of ultimate desire plastered on its face, Viktor bore the same look as he advanced to Thorne. How clever to place herself on the door like that, waiting for him to open it with her on it. His grin shone against his scruff, revealing perfectly straight teeth that weren't extremely white but were not yellow.

Within moments his toes were against hers, bringing his body close to her, but not so close that they were touching. With his right hand he reached around her with the card key aimed for the slit. His left hand though was on it's own mission. Fingertips brushed against her shoulder and found a place on the strap of her dress. Absentmindedly he pulled on it a bit, but not enough to pull it off. Eyes locked onto hers, he inclined his head forward so their noses were barely touching. As this took place he had managed to slid the key into the slit and hear a faint beep. With that he withdrew the key and placed it in the inner pocket of his suit jacket. With a controlling, powerful whisper he spoke,

“Ya pokazhu vam nakazaniya” Then his hand that had been on her shoulder dropped to her waist and pulled her hips into his and held her tightly as he opened the door behind her. He pushed her in then with his body stuck against hers as his foot kicked the door shut. With his hand still on her waist he brought his lips to her cheek and lightly ran them over her skin, taking in her scent all the while. Slowly he brought his lips to her chin and began to gently kiss along her jaw line, working his way to her ear. Once there he changed directions and began kissing down her neck. To return the stimulating favor, he took her skin between his teeth an bit down lightly, then again just a few inches from that spot. Again kissing, he went to her collar bone and placed his pursed lips alone the bone, eyes shutting lightly. By now his free hand had found its way up to her neck and rested on the nape of her delicate neck, fingers rubbing into her smooth hair. His legs bending slightly allowed him to kiss her chest in all the places his fingers had been before, all except one.

With a bit more pressure he began to kiss the part of her breasts that were exposed. Just when he got to the fabric, he softly blew cold air onto her breast. After a moment he stopped and raised his head back to her eye level. Grinning again, he flicked out his tongue, catching her lip ring on the bottom and pulled it gently towards him as he had done with her earlobe. Then he had taken the metal between his teeth and gave it a slight tug. As this occurred his hand that had been pulling her waist closer to his body grazed across her body to her front and pushed up until it met the bottom of her bosom. With a twinkle in his eye he squeezed as he pushed it. Suddenly he pulled away from her and stepped away, walking further into the hotel room, all the while unbuttoning his jacket.


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I swear to God you'd feel the same
If you got used by what's her name

word count-- 1251
audience-- hawthorne harka
attire-- huur
soundtrack-- two lane blacktop - rob zombie
translation-- Ya pokazhu vam nakazaniya - I will show you punishment
comments-- XD that's fiiine, not like I notice >.< google translate give you english letters though too btw
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[hawthorne]

windows cast her gentle reflection.
her somber silhouette dances for me.

In all honesty, what he was doing just couldn't get any sexier. I smirked back to him, watching his eyes scan over me multiple times. Truth was, i had it so i flaunted it. Wasn't that the way things were supposed to go? I thought so. I leaned back a bit against the door and felt prepared for whatever it was he had in mind. My eyes watched him, studying his very handsome features and mentally smiling to myself. I felt as his hand drifted along my shoulder, playing with the strap of my corset dress which was really only being held up successfully by the way i wore it. Keeping it low cut and such kept it in a simple yet sexy way... and easy to get off. I felt him tug on it some and then open the door. His voice just happened to be in such a sexy way, i couldn't help but have to bite down on my red lip ring. As of now, i let him pretty much take charge; pulling me close to him with his hand, my hips to his. I stepped back with him as he stepped in, kicking the door shut; i focused my entire attention only on him, where it would be for awhile. I couldn't help but smile as i felt his lips on me. The entire thought of not knowing what he would do next just drove me mad. Since usually i was the one that carried everything through; since i was the one that loved to take control. However, again, this was the first time that i wasn't in control of the events to come and it was amazing.

Feeling his lips graze across my exposed skin made me feel light and high. Almost as if this game was deadly; i could feel my heartbeat race when he bit me back. Generally i never felt my heartbeat stutter when anyone else had bit me. But when he had, it began to drive me crazy, and i wondered what it was that was the real reason why this felt so different than before. The thought vanished into thin air just as fast as it had come when i felt him bite again. My heartbeat spazzed once again and i was almost driven mad by just his touch alone and the way he kissed my exposed breast... and the way he blew the cold air almost like a pro. I had my eyes half closed, watching him out of enjoyment as he returned his head to face mine; my blue eyes looking into his before he began to play with my lip ring. Him tugging on it was like heaven. Everything else he did was silently driving me insane, which no matter how much i wanted or probably would deny it. I felt slight frustration as he pulled away. I opened my bright blue eyes a bit more, watching as he moved away from me and was unbuttoning his jacket. I allowed him to unbutton and toss his jacket somewhere before allowing my heels to click on the ground a small amount as i walked up behind him and smirked, unknowing to him, and slid my arms around him, tapping my fingertips along the center of his chest and kissing the back of his neck gently before biting again. I pulled back a bit, playing with the hem of his shirt before gripping it with one hand and tugging him around to face me. My lips stayed at neck level with him though as i kissed the center of his neck.

I smirked some and tugged on the hem of his shirt, pulling away and locking my vivid blue eyes with his and tilting my head a bit; raising my delicate and pale left hand up, sliding off my right strap of my corset dress before pressing it to my chest some, raising my right hand to slide the left strap off. My left arm there to keep it up. I had stepped back just out of reach, tilting my head up at him with my bright blue eyes looking into his own green ones. Keeping them just slightly closed, in a seductive way, and pursing my lips in the very same seductive tendency. "pokazatʹ mne, chto u vas yestʹ..." I purred in more of a sexy way than i had before. A gentle smirk residing on my features as i lowered my left hand just a tad bit lower, revealing more skin but not all of it.

dear God, it's her.

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word count; 759
outfit; LINKAGEEE.
for; Viktor Reznikov.
translation; pokazatʹ mne, chto u vas yestʹ. -- show me what you've got
notes; thanks :D i found out where it was XD
the tunes; the thepian - alesana

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