The Outcome [Feng]

[Mickey]

And her eyes, despite their obvious height difference, lowered upon Faolan’s form as he smoothly scrambled to his feet. She tilted her head back and her teeth released her lip, oh she knew it now, she had an effect on him. A woman always loved to please a man, and if they say other wise, they were lying their ass off. Michelle, no matter how unladylike she was, cherished that dominating feeling. A woman also must listen to her pride, the only sense of a woman that tells her when to stop, but thanks to Michelle’s unladylike and slow maturing hormones, the girl cherished that tingly feeling that filled her gut under Faolan’s fingertips as they graced her smooth skin, sending currents of a forbidden lust through her veins. The grunt remained silent and fixated her anticipating hues upon Feng as he eyed himself before he eyed her. Michelle’s lips curved deviously, her arms crossed so loosely at her stomach, and her hip stuck out to complete her look of impatience.

The woman enjoyed that devilish look that would envelope Feng’s features, and it was that look that acted as her siren, tempting, pulling her ever so close to Faolon to the point of danger, whether that danger is bad…or good. It was an advantage that Michelle loved a challenge, or she—sadly to admit—could not possibly keep up with him. It also was an advantage to Feng that Michelle loved a challenge, or she’d just be another scrap to play around with and would be so predictable. The girl smirked and closed her eyes as Feng approached her, his warmth engulfing her once more as she felt her body be pulled into his roughly. She responded with a slight sigh and her hand clutched at his side, keeping him close to her body as well. Many eyes toyed at the couple, but Michelle wasn’t surprised, they did just have a little show and even though most the bar was oblivious, the rest did catch that sight. The girl parted her lips and spoke soft enough for Feng to hear, “Hmm… I think I could.”
With that the two exited the pits with Michelle reaching for the bottle from Faolon and took a giant swig.

~~

If Mickey didn’t smell of alcohol like before, she as sure as hell did now. It wasn’t that sickening stench that usually engulfed men who were drunk, but that alluring whiskey aroma that engulfed women when they were drunk. Michelle’s body radiated heat and as she stumbled to her door in the hallway, the girl perched on her tip toes and clumsily searched the trimming of the door for the key to her apartment. Once she found the silver thing she shoved it into the lock and rummaged around before her ears picked up that satisfying click and her boot opened the door ever so slightly. The girl spun on her heel and pressed her back against the door, her hands holding the knob behind her waist. Michelle’s emerald hues caught Feng’s façade before she giggled lowly and slowly, hesitantly—as if teasingly—brought her slim arms up and around Faolan’s neck, this time softly pulling herself forward to him and softly pressing her lips against his only to give him a taste of the alcohol that laced her kiss. The girl pulled herself away quickly though and pushed the door open with her body.

It was futile to deny what was going to occur that night, in her room, on her bed, and so the question played through Michelle’s mind. Should she lead the strip tease or should he? The girl stepped back slowly, her eyes on her own body as she caught the zipper to her makeshift skirt. Now her emerald hues flickered back to Feng’s as she tugged down and unzipped her vest, but not letting go of it, she pulled the clothing to the front of her, still blocking her legs as she approached Feng, kicking numerous amounts of shits and jeans out of the way until she pressed her body against his, tossing the vest to the side. She used her long, skinny fingers to grasp the collar of his shirt and pull him near roughly, smashing their lips and lifted a bare leg to his side. Michelle parted to catch a breath. “The place is a bit messy…” the girl laughed darkly, “Hope you don’t mind.”

The grunt broke away from their embrace once more to turn around slowly, since they were only at the door frame, and lead a path to the bed that lied in the center of the room; the beacon to their trip. The girl sat hesitantly on her bed, pushing herself back and to the center as she bent her right knee up and kicked her other foot, playfully. Her deep green orbs watched Faolan’s every move, like a predator on its prey and she unknowingly drew tiny circles on a space beside her.

“You know what they say about keeping a woman waiting, don’t you?” Michelle played, her voice alluring as she cocked her head to the side, her brown locks falling over her face giving her an already rough look.

[Faolan]

<sub>By the time they had reached headquarters and, in turn, Mickey's dorm, Arioche had taken it upon herself to squat disapprovingly on her master's shoulder, warily eyeballing the goings on between the two with an expression nothing short of distaste. It would have been worth it to retreat to the privacy of her pokeball and give the pair some alone time, if only to save herself the mental scarring for what was undoubtedly going to happen [Faolan, it turned out, was someone who did not leave something finished once started, and all too quickly had Arioche realized that this was going in a direction she did not much like].

But no, for the sake that her master might regain some self-control over his raging hormones [and the hope that this was all just some odd little dream she would awaken from], Arioche remained awake and attentive in order to rescue her master from the conniving she-devil that had managed to sink her claws into him. Even now the spinarak was tensed and on-edge, waiting for the signal from her master to strike. This was all a game, she mused, and Faolan was simply playing with the female. Too soon it would be all over and it would just be himself and the spinarak all by their lonesome, just how they both preferred it.

It sounded a lot more convincing in her head.

Faolan was responding, meanwhile, to every attention given him with an equal amount of passion and enthusiasm. The scent of alcohol was overpowering, at times, and there were instances where he could feel his lips burning slightly from their repeated rough kisses, but he wasn't complaining. If the expression in his eyes were anything to go by, he was quite obviously enjoying himself.

"I always knew you were a dirty girl, MickeyMouse..." His fingers had reached up during the kiss, snagging in the somewhat damp tendrils of her hair to keep her in place as they lavished their clumsy affections on each other. The fire that had been sparked within him at the start of this whole affair had yet to flicker or falter, and even now he was starting to feel the heat from their activities as it grew into a wave of heat that spread throughout his body. He knew it wasn't love, it wasn't hate; it wasn't any of those, but it wasn't something he'd quite felt before...

And then she was gone, pressed all on the bed like one of those girls from those pin-up pictures he'd seen a few times in the lower districts of the slums, shameless women who would do anything for an extra buck even if it meant parading their sexuality around for the world to see.

It was impossible to tell really who was leading and who was following in this endeavour. If it were Mickey holding the leash, he had no problem letting her take the lead, if only for a moment. However, the gesture displayed before him could be taken as that or maybe a submissive act altogether, a sign of the woman letting the man know that she had been dominated and was willing to go without too much of a fight.

Faolan certainly hoped that wasn't the case, as that would make things a lot more boring...

"When have you ever known me to be a gentleman?" He drawled, form looming over her as he bent down so they were at eye level. There was a beat of silence for a moment as he simply knelt there, watching her, and then he was chuckling and reaching a hand out to flick off the light.

As darkness fell, Arioche sighed, scuttled in to the closet, and kept herself busy with making cobwebs all over Mickey's things for the rest of the night.</sub>