Annoyance thy name is Amorette (Amri)

[AMORETTE BIBI LUDIVINE]

Amorette lets out a contented sigh. Her crystaline orbs were closed, as her body tried to settle her beating heart. Her body ached in a pleasureable way, as she rested her warm body against his. Her black skinny jeans were thrown to the side, as was her shirt. She welcomed the warmth his body brought, although the quietness was unsettling. She had assumed he had a word for every situation. But as soon as they had met before dusk, neither had said a word. It was going onto 7a.m., they had been at it for hours. She was exhausted. Glancing over, she smirked at his heavy breathing.

This had turned into a regular thing. She hadn't been at the camp long, but still. Whenever either of them needed a pick-me-up, they found the other. He wasn't as hard to find as she assumed. She enjoyed his company, even when they weren't participating in tonsil hockey. A smirk eased across her lips at the mere thought.

Tilting her skull back, she looked up at the male she was leaning against. His chest was smooth against her cheek. He was gorgeous, almost as pretty as herself. Her blonde hair was messed slightly, her finger tips dragging over his chest slowly. Eyes widening slightly, she felt a spark of excitement run through her at her thoughts. They barely knew each other, it was time to change that.

Her calculating mind raced in anticipation. If her plan was to procede as planned, she must get to know him. Expect his reactions. Dig into his soul. Learn his deepest darkest secrets. "Darling?" she purred softly, kissing his chest softly. "You wouldn't have anything to eat would you?" she questioned softly. He would regret the day he met her, poor little boy.

[AMRI DUKHKIN']

The last week or so had been fuzzy, really ever since he met her things had been getting fuzzy and all he could think about was her. He thought about her for at least a day after he saw her and then it would be like he stepped into clear air and remembered who he was. But then he'd see her again and step into the fog again. Sometimes talking to Yuliya would clear his head and he'd remember who he was and what he was supposed to do, something about Yuliya brought him back to the ground. Which was good, it sort of scared him. The worst part was that he was beginning to forget things about Malika. Sometimes he'd forget the color of her eyes or what her favorite ice cream was. He'd wake up in the middle of the night in a panic because he'd forget what poem she'd read to him on their 5th date. But he couldn't forget her...not ever.

Those thoughts weren't even in his mind though. He was sleepy, his eyes were closed and his mind was filled with her. He just knew he was satisfied. This girl had proved entertaining, enough to merit him seeing her again and again. Not every girl got that treatment. He was more the type to get into bed with a girl and then wake up before her to never be seen again, but there was something about this one that kept dragging him back, he just felt this constant desire to be around her.

So he wasn't as annoyed as he'd usually be when she nudged him out of his doze. He yawned first before grinning down at her. “I think there's some...biscuits or something in my bag,” he said lazily, folding his hands under his head. He was in a good mood.

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OOC:: ooc notes here
LYRICS:: Bad Reputation - Freedy Johnston
CREDIT:: by Goldy for Yules the super awesome person

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[AMORETTE BIBI LUDIVINE]

She was slightly surprised when he offered his food so freely, she had thought it would more of a challenge. A little disapointing, but it still worked. Crawling slowyly from his warm body,, she opened his bag. Grabbing a biscuit for herself, she held it between her lips. Being sneaky, she dug a little in his bag, wondering if she could find anything of interest. Trying not to take too much time, she grabbed an extra biscuit to hold onto for later, no need to draw suspicion.

Crawling back toward him, she slipped te extra biscuit into te back pocket of her jeans as she passed. She would save would she could. Back at his side, she nibbled her biscuit as she watched him. Saving half of it for him, she pressed the biscuit against his lips. Smiling brigtly, she threw her leg over his waist, to straddle him. "So, tell me about you darling, all I know is your name and your amazing beauty" she purred gently. Slowly dragging her nails down his chest, she found herself examining his form. He was gorgeous, but there had to be more to him than that.

Leaning down, she pressed her chest against his, kissing his cheek softly. "What are your pet peeves my pet? Your fetishs? Your deepest secrets?" she questioned. Unknown to her, her voice took on a slightly cruel tone as she mentioned his deepest secrets. She felt, she was playing him like a violin, and he didn't even realize. Poor fool. "Any girlfriends? Sweethearts? Fuck buddies?"she urged, attempting to distract him slight from her probing with her hands exerting power as she ranthem over his chest.

He deffinantly didn't seem as hard to control as he was at the beginning. Poor boy. She felt bad for him. He had fallen into her clutches and she doubted ge would ever leave them. It wasn't every day that she met someone with beauty and strength. "Tell me about your Borky something heiratage" she murmured, forgetting the name of his species. She needed as much things tovblackmail him, as possible. From what she knew now, he wouldn't even shrug. That had to be more, more to use against him. Her hips swivelled as she began thinking of her 'master' plan. Poor kid.

[AMRI DUKHKIN']

He relaxed as he lay back, though he was a little perturbed. Why did she need to know anything about him? This arrangement worked, she didn't need to complicate things by getting to know him. He didn't feel a need to get to know her, he never felt a need to get to know a girl. Getting to know someone was something you wanted to do if you liked them, and he was never interested in girls in that way. They were fun for a fling but once things got more serious than that all the fun disappeared and he had girls following him home throwing bricks in his window and complaining that he never called them back when he'd never had the intention to.

He sighed, wondering if he'd made a mistake by coming back to this one several times. Once a girl started to feel special, like he treated her differently than other girls, that's when she started getting possessive and appalled at the idea that he would flirt with other girls. But then again, she was a bit different, he did feel this incredible need for her...but it wasn't like it had been with Malika, it was something completely different, so maybe it wouldn't be dangerous to tell her about himself. Maybe she was looking for something different other than a hook to rip into his skin and keep him attached to her.

“Borka obabas were found among the Cossacks, old Ukrainian warriors known for their horsemanship and bravery in the face of battle,” he started, being well-versed in his personal history as his parents told him about it all the time and told him he should be proud of what he was. It also seemed the safest of those things to actually tell her about, though something told him he'd eventually tell her everything. “My family are the descendants of a line of atamans, who were elected Cossack leaders. Borka obabas were always elected to be atamans because they were the ones on the front line of battle, so it was a strong likelihood that I would be one.” He didn't really know why he was telling this to her, he didn't like telling people about who he was because he didn't want people to know his powers, because the more people knew about him, the more they would know about his weaknesses. With a bit of a grin he looked at her. “That enough or do you require more?”

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OOC:: ooc notes here
LYRICS:: Bad Reputation - Freedy Johnston
CREDIT:: by Goldy for Yules the super awesome person

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