choose love or sympathy [asher]

[bronwyn elise beckett]

CALLING OUT FOR YOUR CRIMINAL CLOTHING THAT FLED THE SCENE
upon being ripped free

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from: asher
meet me at firefly’s. miss you.

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Bronwyn smirked down at the text message, shaking her head as she closed the message and slid her phone into her pocket. He missed her? Ha! She knew that he didn’t mean that, or at least he didn’t mean it in the “hey, haven’t seen you in a while, we should talk because I miss you” way. Knowing Asher, “miss you” translated into “hey, I’m feeling a little lonesome, get your sexy little ass over here so I can shove my tongue down your throat.” If Karsten knew about Asher, he’d probably scold her for letting the vampire use her whenever he got horny and too lazy to pick up some new blood, pun not intended, at one club or another. But Kars didn’t know about Asher, and if she was being honest with herself, Bron didn’t really mind being used. Because she was using him, too, calling on him to meet her whenever she wanted to feel a warm body without having to worry about if he’d call her back, or if he cared about her.

She dodged through the scattered throngs of New Yorkers walking home, most of them in short party dresses and high heels, smelling like alcohol and sex. It was closing in on three in the morning, and the warlock girl knew that Asher probably realized that he was one of select few people who she’d roll out of bed and brave the evils of a drunken Manhattan for. She was addicted to him. Well, maybe not to him, but definitely to the feel of his mouth on her neck, or the warmth of his hand on the small of her back, or the taste of his tongue. God, how long had it been since she’d seen him? Two weeks? Three? Time was flying by in these hazy summer months, and she hadn’t realized how long it had been since she’d had a hit of her sexy vampire make-our buddy. Bronwyn quickened her pace, loping around the turn she needed to make and ducking into Firefly’s Hideaway.

It took her eyes a second to adjust to the dark- it was the city that never sleeps, after all, and it was always bright as day. When the black light finally became enough light to see by, her brilliant blue eyes scanned the smattering of people for Asher’s familiar face. Doodles caught her attention, popping off the walls in bubblegum pinks and acid greens, electric yellows and poisonous purples. They all looked a little fuzzy, even the masterpiece of Adam and Eve’s exile from the Garden of Eden that someone had painstakingly finger-painted onto the wall. She spotted him, leaning against a wall by the edge of the dance floor, looking antsy. She grinned, realizing that her choice to not text him back had left him a little unsure as to whether or not she would show up.

Bronwyn almost laughed. How could he possibly doubt that she’d show up? She sauntered over, easily picking her way through the crowd of gyrating, dancing bodies until she found herself right in front of him. “Hey sexy,”[/b] she purred, looping her arms around his neck. “Missed you, too.”[/b] Translation: let’s cut the bullshit, I need you to use me.
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tagged : make-out buddy <3
words : five four eight
lyrics : “practice makes perfect” by cute is what we aim for
outfit : made my heart beat double time.
notes. : it almost seems like it would be more logical to have them be fuck buddies… hmmmm. also, i can totally imagine him toying with her.

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[asher william bishop]

* we didn't care if people stared

WE'D MAKE OUT IN A CROWD SOMEWHERE. SOMEBODY'D TELL US TO GET A ROOM

Asher didn't know why he even bothered visitng Mundie dance clubs. He always left them feeling far from happy and not even close to satisfied. There were far too many Mundie girls staring at him and trying to dance with him. He didn't mind that part. The scent of sweat and blood gave him almost as much energy as actually drinking their blood, most likely an adrenaline rush from being so close to so many forbidden bodies.

Unfortunately, it was when they started trying to take their clothes off that was a problem. No, that wasn't right. That most definitely wasn't the problem. It was the fact that they were Mundanes trying to take their clothes off that was the problem. Even back when he was a Mundane, he had little - if any - control over himself when things came down to it. Now that his bite could lead to terrible things, he couldn't indulge in any of these gorgeous Mundane girls throwing themselves at him.

So he left, as soon as he could, and sent a text message. It was the only one he would ever send at such an hour, he realized, when he saw "2:43 AM" blinking back at him from his phone. But Bronwyn would understand. She'd understand and she'd come to Firefly's to meet him.

Asher, whose eyes had been used to the dark for over two hundred years, saw her when she came in. He smirked to himself; of course she had come - he wasn't sure why he had ever doubted it. She hadn't replied to his text, but he should have known she was coming no matter what. Just like she knew that if she had been the one to text him, he would show up. It was actually nice to know that there would always be someone ready to call on when...needs needed to be met.

With a raised eyebrow and an appraising look, he watched her saunter over before wrapping her arms around neck. He fought the urge to cut to the chase; he liked toying with Bronwny once in a while. And since they hadn't seen each other in weeks, it was only right as far as he was concerned. So he didn't move except to run a hand through his hair as she spoke. When she finished, he simply smirked as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, his mouth at her ear. "Did you now?" he asked, his voice low. He pulled his face away from hers. "Why don't I believe that?" Asher asked her, one hand coming up to the base of her neck just before he sent his fingers grazing down her spine. Gentle touches, he had learned in his two hundred-some years, would get him the reactions he wanted. So far, Bronwyn had never failed to disappoint.

TAG. Bron/Danger <3
WORDS. 475
OUTFIT. click!
CREDIT. Tillie @ CAUTION for the graphics
NOTES. Yeah, that is more logical...And he would, just to get a shudder or two out of her haha.

[bronwyn elise beckett]

CALLING OUT FOR YOUR CRIMINAL CLOTHING THAT FLED THE SCENE
upon being ripped free

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CONVERSATION ENSUED AND I WANNA DO SO MANY THINGS TO YOU.[/font][/size][/size][/size]

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Damn, Bron had missed the way he looked at her. Not missed, no; missed wasn’t the right word. She’d forgotten how he looked at her, which made his appraising looks a hard thing to miss. She’d forgotten the way his blue eyes, almost as blue as hers but not quite, could rake over her body, the way she could practically feel him undressing her in his mind. Most girls minded that, minded being looked at as a body, rather than a person. Usually the warlock would have agreed with them whole-heartedly, but Asher was a special case. It was understood from the get-go that this wasn’t going to be some sappy, lovey-dovey, “tell me about your hopes and dreams” type of relationship. Hell, it wasn’t even a relationship. Bronwyn mulled over a more proper term for what she and Asher had, absently, as he ran his fingers through his hair.

His lack of immediate response- not flinging her around to pin her against the wall, not kissing her, not nibbling on her bottom lip, not digging his fingertips into her hips, not anything- sent red lights flashing through her mind. Great, it was going to be one of those types of nights. The vampire wanted to toy with her, start their rendezvous off slowly. Then again, she reminded herself as he finally wrapped his arms around her waist, those nights always seemed to end the best. Pressed up against him, all flush and snug and fitted seamlessly, the brunette felt Asher’s body heat seeping through his clothes, warm and inviting. Before meeting him, she’d been under the misconception that vampires were cold, like a body in a morgue. Boy, had she been wrong.

“Did you now?”

[/i] His warm breath brushing over the sensitive skin of her neck as he spoke, low and quiet, so she had to strain to hear him over the pulsing music, sent shivers down her spine. He pulled away from her face, and the brunette hated the gap the vampire had just created between them. There wasn’t much of a gap, just an empty space hovering mere millimeters away from her lips where his face usually was at this point into their meeting. She frowned up at him, letting her hands slide from the base of his neck down and around to rest flat against his chest. No heartbeat thrummed under her palms, but she could deal with that.

“Why don’t I believe you?”[/i] Her rosy pink lips twitched up in one corner, forming a smirk as she looked up through her lashes at him. “You don’t believe me,”[/color] Bronwyn started, boosting herself onto her tiptoes so that her face was more even with his, “For the same reason that I didn’t believe you in your text.” She spread her hands, rolling her shoulders in a bored shrug. “But I’m here, so why don’t you believe in that?” She cocked her head to the side, chestnut locks brushing against her bare shoulder as she did so. He cupped the back of her neck, and she thought that he was finally going to kiss her; instead, he brushed his fingers over the bumps of her spine, stroking her skin through her too many layers of clothing. Her eyes narrowed as Asher continued to stroke her spine, until it finally got to be too much for her to resist. A shudder rolled through her body, and a content sigh puffed through her slightly parted lips. He liked to make her squirm, and it was the part of the arrangement- that’s what they had, her and Asher: an arrangement, not a relationship- that twisted her stomach into knots and made her want him more, no matter how much she hated the dely. “You suck,”[/color] she gasped as another shudder chased along her spine, mildly annoyed with herself for giving him what he wanted so easily.

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tagged : make-out fuck buddy <3
words : six four seven
lyrics : “practice makes perfect” by cute is what we aim for
outfit : made my heart beat double time.

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[asher william bishop]

* we didn't care if people stared

WE'D MAKE OUT IN A CROWD SOMEWHERE. SOMEBODY'D TELL US TO GET A ROOM

Asher was undressing Bronwyn with his mind and he rather liked what he saw. This arrangement of theirs made him...well, not particularly happy, but at least satisfied for a while. He smiled when she realized that he was going to toy with her. It really shouldn't have surprised her. Asher did this often enough that she should be used to it - or at least know that if she didn't text him back and show up anyways...well, he definitely would not make it easier for her for that.

She was unhappy with him. Good; the angrier she was, the more fun she was, he had learned a while ago. His smirk grew as she shifted in his hold, resting her hands against his chest and looking up at him, straining to hear him and looking particularly delectable. Why had he waited so long to get her here again?

When she moved to make herself level with him, he could only tighten his hold on her hips before moving his hands to the small of her back. She gave him a very good reason, really, and he shrugged. "You have a good point," he whispered, purposefully making his voice as low as he knew she could hear him. He took a second to rub circles in her back with his thumb, knowing she would only hate him more for this.

Asher's grin grew as she shuddered under his fingers. Just how he liked it. He wasn't sure if it was possible, but his smile grew just a little when Bronwyn told him he sucked. Asher pulled her closer to him, leaning down so his lips were at her ear. "I hate to say this, Bron, but as a vampire, it is my specialty," he said with a small laugh as she shuddered against him. He lifted his head slightly just so he could see her bare neck with strands of hair lingering. Taking half a second to gently move the strands, Asher inhaled the blood rushing through her veins. It wasn't Mundane blood, but it was still blood. "You should know that by now," he murmured before he pulled her neck to his face and kissed it like his life depended on it. If he had been a Mundane, teeth would have been involved, but since that could potentially be dangerous, he kept them in check. "Or have you forgotten that much?" he asked huskily as he pulled away from her neck.

TAG. Bron/Danger <3
WORDS. 408
OUTFIT. click!
CREDIT. Tillie @ CAUTION for the graphics

[bronwyn elise beckett]

CALLING OUT FOR YOUR CRIMINAL CLOTHING THAT FLED THE SCENE
upon being ripped free

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CONVERSATION ENSUED AND I WANNA DO SO MANY THINGS TO YOU.[/font][/size][/size][/size]

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If she’d forgotten Asher’s way of undressing her with his eyes, of peeling her clothes off and tossing them around willy-nilly in the confines of his pretty little head, then Bronwyn had really forgotten just how much he enjoyed a good game of cat and mouse. He clung to her hips as she balanced herself on her tiptoes, digging his fingers into her skin through her jeans before sliding his hands around to the small of her back. “You have a good point,”

[/i] he admitted, though he spoke so quietly that she almost couldn’t hear him. And that was his point. He liked making her suffer through the foreplay before he finally let himself get to the good part; he liked making her work for what she wanted. She shot him a look that conveyed her annoyance at his drawn out process, and that replied an understood “damn straight I have a point.”

His thumbs traced circles along her back, and she looked up at the vampire, arching away from his touch and closer to his body. “Ashie,” she whined, sticking her bottom lip out in a pout. He pulled her closer- how that was still possible at this point, the brunette wasn’t sure. She’d thought she was as close to him as she could be without the removal of clothing. His lips brushed against her earlobe, warm breath fanning over her cheek as he reminded her that he did, in fact, suck. Better than that, it was his specialty. Bronwyn rolled her eyes, trailing her fingers down from his chest to ring through his belt-loops. “Unfortunate word choice on my part.”[/b] She shrugged airily.

Surprisingly gentle fingers brushed her hair away from her neck, and Bronwyn was reminded that, despite his annoying habit of driving her fucking insane, Asher actually was rather sweet to her. He kissed her neck, pulling her toward his mouth with a hand at the base of her neck. Eyelids drooped over her blue eyes as she tilted her head to give him more access. Much, much better, Bronwyn decided. She could live with this type of foreplay. She kept waiting for the scrape of teeth, but Asher was too cautious for that. No snacking in public. Actually, there was a no snacking on Bronwyn in general rule. Which he’d broken, just once, the last time they’d met. She opened her mouth to tell him that no, she hadn’t forgotten, when someone tapped her on the shoulder.

The warlock craned her neck around, both to see the person who dared interrupt their almost make-out session and as temptation to Asher. She’d never admit it, but she hadn’t really minded when his needle-like fangs had sunk into her neck last time. It almost made the entire thing feel more intimate, sexier. A blonde mundane stood before her, hands on her too slight hips as she gave Bronwyn a very concerned look. “Honey,” she started, reaching for the warlock’s arm, supposedly to drag her away. Bron’s expression twisted in puzzled confusion, until it dawned on her that Asher looked almost twice her age, and that in the mundane world the idea of them as a couple was generally frowned on. Ha! If only they realized exactly how much older than her he was; she’d love to see the expression on her rescuer’s face then. Narrowing her eyes into dangerous little slits, Bron frowned at the blonde. “Fuck off,” she snarled, untangling one hand from between herself and the vampire to shoo the mundane away. Sparks of magic danced around the girl’s face, and a confused expression crossed her brown eyes before she shook her head and wandered away.

Stripping the glamour off the two of them, Bron plastered on a new one twice as strong, making them invisible to the rest of the club. Her magic may still be on the fritz, but glamours were her specialty. With a smirk, the girl turned her attention back to Asher, sliding the hand she’d pulled away under his black shirt to rest on the bare skin of his stomach. “Now, where were we?”[/b] she asked, grinning up at him.
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tagged : make-out fuck buddy <3
words : six nine oh
lyrics : “practice makes perfect” by cute is what we aim for
outfit : made my heart beat double time.

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[asher william bishop]

* we didn't care if people stared

WE'D MAKE OUT IN A CROWD SOMEWHERE. SOMEBODY'D TELL US TO GET A ROOM

Asher smirked; he had forgotten how upset Bronwyn got whenever he didn't cut the bullshit and get to the good stuff. She got even sassier and that, in his opinion, just made everything better. When she arched against him, it was all he could do not to take her then and there. But no, he liked the foreplay far too much to skip it.

Despite the fact that she was upset with him, Bronwyn still reacted to his touch like he expected her to. When she tilted her head, giving him more access to the rest of her neck, he dug in - figuratively, that is - heartily. He didn't try to stop the moan that escaped his lips just before someone tried to interrupt them.

"Dammit," he murmured into her neck just before she moved it. Asher eyed her pale skin hungrily before looking up at whoever interrupted them. It was some blonde Mundane who looked like she was very worried about something. Asher took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of sweat and blood on the girl, driven by the adrenaline rush he was still coming down from.

Asher couldn't help but smirk when Bronwyn told the Mundane off and sent her away with some warlock magic. He smirked, taking his hand off of Bron's back for a second to waggle his fingers at the confused girl as Bronwyn turned back to him after placing tighter glamours around them. He stopped the sigh from escaping his lips as her fingers grazed his skin.

"I think I remember," he said huskily, closing the space between their mouths. He placed his hand on her back again, but rather than stopping there, he slipped his fingers under her white tank top, feeling the vest resisting. It was made to fit the warlock girl perfectly, after all. Asher pulled away, trailing kisses down her jawline before he reached her ear.

He knew the rule: no snacking on Bronwyn, but he couldn't help himself sometimes. Making sure to keep his fangs in check, he lightly nibbled on her earlobe, letting out a satisfied "mmm," before trailing another set of kisses down her neck, taking his sweet time as he rubbed circles on her bare back. "Are you ready to get out of here yet?" he murmured into her neck. Asher knew he was, but he also knew that Bron wouldn't let him off so easily after he had taken his sweet time with her. Hopefully she wouldn't tease him for too long before letting him take her home.

TAG. Bron/Danger <3
WORDS. 423
OUTFIT. click!
CREDIT. Tillie @ CAUTION for the graphics

[bronwyn elise beckett]

CALLING OUT FOR YOUR CRIMINAL CLOTHING THAT FLED THE SCENE
upon being ripped free

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CONVERSATION ENSUED AND I WANNA DO SO MANY THINGS TO YOU.[/font][/size][/size][/size]

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The warlock smirked when Asher waved goodbye to the mundane girl, shaking her head as she watched the blonde blend into the sea of people filling the club. “She can’t see you, silly,”

[/b] she giggled, turning her blue gaze back to him. With all of the practice from their past excursions, she’d gotten fantastic at reading his expressions. That is, she’d gotten good at reading whether or not he liked something she did. The slight narrowing of his eyes, the smile his lips twitched towards. Oh yes, she saw that he liked it when they were pressed together, skin on skin. With a wicked grin, she drew her hand away from his abdomen, instead snaking her arms around the vampire’s neck. Her fingertips dipped underneath the collar of his shirt, followed by her wrists, until she could feel the jut of his shoulder blades against her palms.

Finally- finally!- he kissed her, pressing his soft, warm mouth against hers. Her fingers curled, nails scraping lightly against the tight skin on his shoulders. His hand crept under her tank top, hindered by her vest that she suddenly regretted throwing on, and the skin on skin contact lured a moan past her lips. Asher’s lips left hers all too soon, and she whimpered in protest. Bron frowned up at him, her eyebrows wrinkled in displeasure and an unhappy crinkle on her forehead. His lips didn’t stay away for long, though; they soon found her neck. It was almost cliché, she thought idly, a quiet “Mmm,”[/b] vibrating in her throat.

Her breath caught when he nibbled on her neck. “Ash,” she moaned softly, resting her chin on his shoulder and tangling her fingers in his inky black hair. Was she ready to get out of here? Really? He had to ask? Of course she was! She’d been ready since she walked through the door to Firefly’s. But by asking, Asher was admitting that he was getting anxious to start getting her out of her clothes, and she couldn’t have that quite yet. Her lips twisted into a grin so mischievous even the Cheshire cat would be jealous. With all of her self-control and a brief overthrowing of her body’s wishes, the warlock pulled herself away from Asher. The distance she made between them was slight, but it felt like a chasm now that she wasn’t cocooned in his body heat. Reaching behind her, she pulled his hands out from inside her shirt. Twining her fingers through him, the warlock tugged, still grinning. “Change of scenery!”[/b] she announced, beaming as she led him towards the nearest emergency exit.

But instead of shouldering open the heavy door, Bronwyn pressed Asher into one of the abandoned booths in a dark corner. Crawling in after him, the brunette straddled his hips, placing his hands on her waist. She leaned in close, the tip of her nose brushing his as she looked into his blues eyes, attempting to judge just how tormented he was feeling. He’d tortured her with all of this foreplay, and now it was her turn. “Sit tight,”[/b] she purred. “We ain’t going nowhere yet.”[/b] She pressed her lips against his, deciding that his turn at the reigns was done and that it was her turn at the wheel. She opened her mouth, grazing her canines over Asher’s bottom lip, nibbling softly. If he got to use his teeth, then so did she.

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tagged : make-out fuck buddy <3
words : five six eight
lyrics : “practice makes perfect” by cute is what we aim for
outfit : made my heart beat double time.
notes. : sorry. mild manhandling. i assume asher wouldn’t mind. ;D

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[asher william bishop]

* we didn't care if people stared

WE'D MAKE OUT IN A CROWD SOMEWHERE. SOMEBODY'D TELL US TO GET A ROOM

"I know that," he said simply to the giggling warlock. He really did, though, but it was always fun messing with Mundanes. They never seemed to have any clue about the real world around them. He supposed that's why they were called Mundanes. Not that he really needed to be thinking about that right now.

Not that he really could, with Bronwyn teasing him with her fingertips. He didn't know if he liked having someone know him and what he liked so well. Sure, it was nice not having to teach someone, but it made toying with them so much harder when they toyed with him too.

Her reaction to his touch and kisses made Asher grin against her skin. Despite the fact that the warlock knew just how to mess with him, he knew just as well how to mess with her. He tightened his hold on her as she whimpered. She might not have been doing it on purpose, but she certainly knew the best way to react to make this all worthwhile.

Asher hesitated when she moaned his name. He would have thought it was because she wanted him to stop, but she only gripped him closer and gave him more access to her skin. Forgetting any hesitation, he took a second to flick his tongue over his teeth before deeping his bite on her. He wouldn't leave any marks - he wouldn't be stupid enough to do that - but obviously she didn't mind the biting too terribly.

Asking her had been a big mistake. He should have known that she would take advantage of his anxiousness. He should have just thrown her over his shoulder and taken her back to the penthouse. But no, he had had to ask...and now she was being a terrible tease. Asher had smirked when she started dragging them towards the emergency exit, but the girl - well, she was most definitely a woman, really - had turned around and shoved Asher into a booth.

He fell back on his arms, scooting back a little as she crawled in after him. Oh, so that's how she wanted to do it. Asher raised an eyebrow at her as she straddled him, telling him to sit tight. "As you wish," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist, one hand slowly, gently crawling up her back. He reacted with ease as she kissed him, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling the warlock closer to him. Asher let out a small sound of surprise when she grazed her teeth against his lip. His fingers dug in deeper into her waist - he half-hoped he wasn't ripping into the blasted vest she was wearing - as he let her take the reins for a little bit.

Finally, he decided enough was enough; if Bronwyn didn't agree...well, she would just have to deal with it. These games were taking too long for his liking. He slipped a hand into Bronwyn's hair, kissing her roughly before pulling away. "All right, you little minx, we're getting out of here whether you like it or not," he said simply, leaning his forehead against hers as he sat up. Despite the fact that he had let her drag him to the booth and shove him in, he knew he was still stronger than her. Taking a second to adjust it so her legs wrapped around his waist, he bent his head and nibbled on her neck, just to spite her for using her teeth on him. He stood up easily, resisting the urge to actually throw her over his shoulder, as he carried her up the stairs. Normally, he would have taken them to the penthouse, but one of Firefly's rooms would do just fine for now. It's not like he didn't have the money to blow.

TAG. Bron/Danger <3
WORDS. 636
OUTFIT. click!
CREDIT. Tillie @ CAUTION for the graphics
NOTES. lol, time to get a room, you two XD