Openness

[vein_valentine]

For once, the Lycan was human. And that upset her- she was growing quite fond of her fluffy form, but nevertheless she had found herself dressed in slick, sexy clothing, in a cafe that could only exist in NY: The Sneaky Shrew. The food was good, and if she was on the top of her game tonight, it would be easy to charm the waiter into giving her the

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[curtus_delvin]

Curtus could smell her. God it was intoxicating but his ego wouldn't let him admit that she was the reason he was there.

He'd been at the Shrew for drinks, charmed a few girls here and there and even turned one of them. She didn't last long though before Curtus became tired of her and she was tossed to the dogs.
So to speak.

But there she was. Valentine.
The bitch had been on his damn mind since that night and he couldn't get her fucking smell out of his head. Constantly, the smell swirling in his nostrels. But she was just a women and curtus was there for a drink.

Walking up to the bar he caught a glimpse of her and had to whip his head to the side to keep from gawking.
Wait... why arn't I gawking? He grinned at the thought but continued to the bar as if she was nothing.

Curtus appeared cleaner now, a black suit jacket, white top, black pants. He could pass off as attractive and clean but he would rather be in his damn green t-shirt and comfy khakis.

He was a man of comfort.

Ordering a scotch on the rocks without ice he grinned and sat at the bar sipping his drink smelling Valentine from where he was. She smelt amazing, and it took a fair amount of strength in him not to walk over to that table, bend her over...

His hand clasped around the glass tightly.
"Just a bitch... thats all..." Curtus told himself, downing the glass in one go before ordering another.

[vein_valentine]

Oooh. She could FEEL him.

She could almost touch him as her eyes trailed off to the side. So, she had thought too soon- she had seen him again, looking quite handsome and sweet looking- though she knew he was nearly the exact opposite of that. And she liked it- she would have loved it, if she thought love existed.

If she had been in her wolf form, her tail would have flicked and her ears would have flashed back. Did he know it was her? Of course he did. Her scent was unmistakeable to the male species- they always knew when she was around. And he couldn't have been an exception, for he had nuzzled her so much that night.

Her hears were too sharp to have not picked up that sentence, and she had to smile. Oh yeah, she was a bitch. And she knew she was getting to him.

Delicately she got up and walked over to him casuaully, enjoying every moment of her strut. She leaned on the counter, her shirt too low for her own good, her curves too much for the common man.

But he wasn't common. "Yeah, I'm a bitch. But you're a bastard. So...we're even."

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He didn't even need to look at her to know what she was doing. Made him grin as he downed the drink before she reached the bar. Glancing at the bartender and growled slightly before she leaned forward, those breasts just asking to be looked at.

But he restrained himself, a task her thought would be easy. But now that she was close... damn he couldn't smell anything else.

Curtus's eyes lingered over Valentine's curves, but he knew she liked it, that smirk on her face no matter how hard she tried to deny it.

"Never denied it kitten." The bartender returned and brought Curtus another drink and he began on it.
"But Never even." Curtus winked. "Never." Taking all the strength in him he turned his stool to the side and stared hard at the bottles against the wall, imagining her sweet curves and luscious chest.

He so loved a female in this form. Truely a way to appreaciate beauty.

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"Why not even?" A tempting finger slid down his arm before she took a seat next to him, though he had turned away- she knew she was irresistable, and she laughed seductively. "Don't think you could beat me in bed?"

The girl crossed her legs sweetly, and tapped her fingers on the counter. The bartender seemed to automatically bring her a drink, and her bright red lips took a sip as she continued to stare at as his back as if she was nearly staring through him.

He looked fuckable.

And yet again, something Valentine liked. But she knew he was dangerously different, posessive, and slightly insane. But she never liked the normal men anyways so it seemed to be her lucky night- lucky week, if she was really counting those horse shoes and rabbit feet.

"What is it, handsome? Too shy to look at me even?"

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"I saved your life beautiful." Dammit. He let it slip, just a simple word but he'd let it slip and now she knew he at least found her attractive. Curtus smirked.
Oh well,

But sex, now she was getting frisky. Turning to face her he leaned forward, his arm sliding along the bar to brace his body inches from her own.
God she smells fantastic...

"Beat you? Thats one way of putting it kitten." his eyes glanced to her shoulder and that smirk touched his lips again. Arrogant, confident, kenieving.
"But I wouldn't want to hurt you. Afterall, you'r just a pup." Slipping away Curtus tapped finger down four times and the bartender brought him another drink. Strange, Curtus never drank this much. Only when he was nervous.

But he'd be damned if it showed.
"Never shy kitten. Never."

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Beautiful. It had been a long time since someone had called her that. Actually, she couldn't recall a time when someone had- it had always been demeaning. She couldn't help but honestly smile, but that didn't last as he spoke again. "if you didn't notice, I saved yours too. Maybe twice. So if anything, we're not even because of me." She tried not to let him creeping closed to her phase her, but it was hard to show her surprise as she took another sip.

Her fingers drew circles on the counter as she hummed, her tune a fimilar one and a very intune one but she didn't quite remember the words. Just to add a plesant noise, and to stop herself from taking a step too far. afterall, she was the one on thin ice here. But that arrogant smile...uggh, it made her inch closer, but not by much- she'd see who gave into the temptation first. "I might be a pup...but I'm an experienced one, sugarpop." oh, was that a lie! She had experience, yes, but not enough to label her 'experienced.'

"You wouldn't hurt me...there is no way you could." Val noticed the constant drinking, and was curious- he didn't seem the drinking type. Why would be be drinking them all? There had to be a motive, and she put a soft, sweet hand to his cheek.

"then show me."

She was asking for the worst, and was hoping she didn't quite get it.

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"You didn't save me Kitten." He turned to face her, flash that grin and mock the beauty but saw that smile, that honest smile flicker for a moment and his was gone.

His expression did change though as dear Valentine felt the need to call her...
sugarpop? He frowned for a second with a smirk at the thought of her romping. A nice thought.

"Oh plese Kitten, you couldn't handle-" He was mid sentence when that gentle hand touched her cheek and his expression hardened immediately. Eyes widening just a bit he pulled back and stood, retrieving his wallet from his pocket and leaving enough money to cover his drinks and hers, not to mention a few more if she felt the need.

But before he left Curtus leaned towards Valentine, his lips next to her head.
"You don't want me to. Trust me. I'm not your type." And then he walked away.

Don't follow kitten. Curtus didn't know what the FUCK was wrong with him. He wanted to slam her hard against that bar and take off that sassy dress... but he didn't. She asked for it and he just left.
Not her type? How fucking corny is that! Beating himself up over the decision he rounded the corner and started towards the exit.

"...fucking women..."

[vein_valentine]

"Yes, I did." He seemed so indecisive, so lost, so confused about her and she was going to do her damn well best to clear that up the best she knew how.

Obviously the man wasn't an affectionate man. Well, alright. That was easy to deal with, though it would be hard not to touch him...oh, how she wanted to touch him.

But when he whispered in her ear, she frowned and watched cautiously as he exited the restaraunt. Usually, that would stop her from being so persistent. She would continue to sip her drink, and shrug it off- men were men and there were plenty of easy targets.

But for some reason, she just couldn't give up on this one. He was playing some kind of conflicting game with himself, and Valentine couldn't help but get up quickly and with a slick, sly walk, follow him around the corner. She hadn't though it was corny...what he said...just out of his character. Well,w hat she knew about his character.

Maybe he just had more to do with him than meets the eye. "What if I don't want to trust you?" In desperation, she calmly stated. "What if I want more than that?" The statement avoided sexuality.

It seemed more, just has it had stated. "What if..." The creature linked towards the Lycan, curious of his reaction. "I just...want to talk..."...Yeah, THAT was corny.

But anything that would keep him here was fine by her book. It's not twice in your life you run into someone by chance and can't keep them off your mind.

Definitely not twice.

[curtus_delvin]

"More? Talk?" Curtus didn't look to her as he continied walking out of the Shrew. But he wasn't trying to loose her as he did so.
Fuck she's frustrating. He thought as the cold night air hit his face. It felt nice but he would have rathered her hand.

"What is a woman's facination with talking?" He asked, changing the subject a bit. "You talk and talk and find out things you never wanted to know and then you all bitch and complain. Fuck, talking does nothing." Curtus avoided her eyes, but he couldn't avoid her scent, that sweet combination of shewolf and... fucked if he knew.
It was just intoxicating.

That, and the four glasses of scotch.
Four? Fuck, Curtus had to stop a moment and put his hand on the wall as a lot began to spin around him. He used to be one hell of a drinker when human but gave up the shit when he was turned.

When he was turned...
"Fine. You want to talk. Lets talk." Turning around to face Valentine his face was stern, eyes peering almost angrily into hers.
"Why did you do that?" He asked, more demanded for an answer. "Why would you go and ruin the fun by..." He looked away in frustration as he remembered.

I hate remembering...

[vein_valentine]

Valentine, in her world, had no choice. She had to get cocky and she smirked, though he was obviously growing angry. "I'm not that kind of woman. Why would I be that kind of girl? Would I be chasing after a man like you if I was that snippy?" Her head lowered and she directed her eyes up at him instead. She was determined, and it was his fault.

Because nothing was her fault. "I didn't ruin your fun. I am the fun." Maybe that had been a little too outgoing, too fresh, too keen. But Valentine didn't care. She wanted to know this man and with an eyebrow raised and slight lean to the left, she stood in front of him, awaiting his answer and response to her.

She knew soon he would swagger and need help home- but he would never admit to that. She could at least stick around until then, for the hell of it, even if she doubted he would give into temptation. "And I don't think trailing off on a question counts as talking, and if I'm mistaken, let me know." That same cocky smirk he knew how to give her she reflected back at him, all too much enjoying this.

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Curtus glared at her, bringing his glazed over deep eyes to Valentines as the top of his shirt seemed to rest offset, a touch of his chest visable.

Eyes. Bad Idea.

Curtus could feel his, desire for lack of a better word rising as she continued to stare him down.
Question, questions. All he had was questions for her. Thats all she seemed to have for him!

"Fucked if I know what you'd do or what kind of woman you are." Letting go of the wall he staggered to the side, brushing her shoulder with his as he started to walk down the street, well amble really, taking in her sweet scent as he was so close.

"Maybe kitten you are the fun! Maybe all this talk and shit is just to keep you around, your smell, those fucking eyes..."
You're drunk Curt. Quite drunk and you're getting no where.

"Maybe you're not. Maybe I was sitting in that bar looking for a quick fuck and a cheap lay. And here you come around with your talk, your touching and that fucking dress that just screams 'I'm too fucking good for you.' "

Curtus was full of it. Hell he didn't know what he was saying and he wouldn't stay around long either. Maybe because he didn't care? Maybe because he knew he didn't have half the chance he wished he did. Perhaps Valentine was just leading him on.

Spinning around he seemed to have a revelation.
"Questions count. Like this one. Why Kitten, oh why do you bother with your flirting and your teasing? Planning to put out or is this some fucking game?" Labido and booze were never Curtus's most intelligent aspects but damn did it feel good to say what was on his mind.

The consequences however... well that was a different story.

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"Questions are to test one's understanding," It was a line she had used many many times, and she shook her head when she said it once again, her boundries sinking just a bit. "Maybe you were in there looking for me. Or entertainment. Or a joke. Maybe a cheap lay but you don't seem like the cheap type, just the fucked up, irratic, dominant type. And you know what, big boy?" Her eyes flitted up and down the man- he really was attractive. "I kind of like that."

She wasn't lying. She was teasing. But her teasing always lead somewhere. "And damn straight I'm too good. I'm too good for a lot of things. And I know it. But you know what? I choose that. I make that decision handsome, and this time maybe I've changed my mind about if you're worth it or not."

She took a few cautious steps backwards, her arms over her chest and a slick look on her face. She was almost afraid to talk to him in this state, but she wanted it. She wanted him. "I'm a flirt. I'm a tease. That's why I bother with it. And games that lead nowhere aren't in my dictionary." She reached out to put a hand on him, but she took it back with a slight growl, cursing her forgetfulness.

Instead, she went to his side, walking at his pace. "Look, let me keep you company at least. I'd rather they not find you again and shove you in a kennel because you changed. I like mu fur coat in one peice, thank you." Sure, it was an excuse. But it registered in her mind as a good one.

One more comment, and though she had a suspecion it might...well....send him through the roof, she stated it quietly anyways. "Don't doubt me so much...because guess what. What you see is what you get with me."

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Curtus couldn't deny. He wanted her. God how he wanted to wipe that damn smirk off her face, shove her against the wall and show her just exactly how worth her time he was.

But he didn't.
He should have.
Hell he would have.
IF it wasn't her.

"fucking women." He let it slip his lips, a thought supposed to be most ineternal but what did it matter now.

Why wasn't I going to kiss her?

Curtus grabbed Valentine's wrist and roughly pushed her against the wall, his strength that much more then hers. His body then followed, pressing against her as he pinned both her hands against the wall.

"Doubt me. Doubt everything I say because I have no fucking clue what I'm going to do." He whispered in her ear, growled more like before pressing his lips hard into Valentines, the feel of her skin intoxicating and forcing out a low growl in his throat.

[vein_valentine]

OOC: Sorry. I was painting my toenails. Had to pamper myself a bit after a tough week. ^.^

"fucking...doubt you?" Valentine didn't really have time to respond. All she felt was the pressure on her wrist, her back against the cold, brick wall, and warm lips press against hers.

She hadn't ever...kissed someone before. She had always avoided kissing- it was too personal, too much, too...too emotional and unlike her. And she didn't know if she liked it, but Valentine was one that went with the flow and didn't complain, especially when a man was showing interest.

But this time it didn't...it didn't register that way, and she pulled herself back from him, her eyes looking up and down his face, her hands around his neck and locked behind it, but it didn't stop her slight shiver from what had just happened...not to mention it was cold. It had been harsh and hard, just what she had expected from the male...just not what she wanted.

But what she wanted was like trying to force an elephant out of a chicken, so she smirked. "What the hell was that for?"

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ooc: ACK! I didn't get a notification for this post... stupid Lj.... I think I'll punch it!! Sorry it took forever.

"To prove you don't want a damn thing to do with me." He'd felt that shiver, how could he not? It proved that he was right but that didn't make Curtus happy.

Letting go of her he moved to the side and stared at the ground. What was wrong with him??

"...women. You're no good." He added with a smirk. Curtus had to admit he wanted nothing more then to just hold her.
Like before...

"Why don't you find me when you know what you want. Maybe then you'll believe me." Looking up he met her eyes for a moment and they were strangely kinder.
She's not her... but damn...

And then he walked away. Down the street, thinking of Valentine as her scent still swirled in his head.

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"I do want a damn thing to do with you..." Her hand slid down his arm, but quickly let go when he moved and her eyes slid to the ground along with his.

This wasn't supposed to happen, but his statement had struck a certain...feeling within her. "No, I'm no good. You're right...you're absolutely right."

The rest of the words she let slide past her, only letting them stop so to comphrehend them. She slid to the bottom of the wall, only with the simple statement of "I want you."

As soon as her eyes looked up, he had gone, and though she debated getting up and following, she didn't. She couldn't bother...why would she bother?...

because I want him.

"DAMNIT, CURTUS!"