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 Female x Male  Romance Good Deeds and Bad Seeds

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Dearestmine, May 5, 2018.

  1. Dearestmine

    Dearestmine Passion, Heat, Sweat, Madness Member

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    “Nothing risked, nothing gained, Harper!”

    Amanda threw Dakota’s words back at her. It was a line the younger girl normally tossed at her team captain whenever she wanted the brunette’s assistance with some kind of mischief she’d rather have no part of. For the first time, the roles were reversed. Dakota Daisy Harper, thrill seeker and over-all risk-taker, was hesitant to try something new. Granted, that new thing was living with a man. Not just any man, but a Amanda’s boyfriend’s roommate. Well, now ex-roommate. Amanda was moving into her boyfriend’s apartment today and Vincent Moreno would be taking her place.

    “Yeah but I’m risking my free ride, my apartment, and my freedom for the sake of you not having to sleep out any time you want to get laid,” Dakota groused from her spot on the couch. She was laying on the seat cushions with her shapely legs up on the wall. She was only 5’3” but she packed a lot of power in her thin body—Amanda made sure of it. They were both on the Volleyball team at their college. Amanda was 5’10”, and a little more powerfully built than Dakota, with a tan she kept up in the booth and naturally chestnut hair. She was the complete opposite of her teammate and best friend, soon-to-be-ex-roommate. Dakota was pale as could be, mostly by choice, and liked to dye her hair naturally dark hair whiteblond. She had three piercings through each ear, a tongue ring, and bars in her nipples as well. No tattoos, yet.

    “Everything will be fiiiine,” Amanda drawled as she did a final sweep of the apartment, her ponytail bobbing merrily behind her. “The Sergeant never comes here, I haven’t posted anything on Facebook, and I didn’t change my mailing address. He’ll ever find out! And on the off chance he does, just put it all on me.” Amanda took on a mockingly deadpan tone as she continued, “You can tell him how I’m such a terrible friend and I abandoned you—cause you’re such a pushover, right?”

    Dakota groaned. “It’s not like that! I’ve just never lived with a guy before. What if he wants to bring his flavor of the week over? And I won’t be able to walk around in my undies. And I haven’t even talked to Jared yet,” she whined from the couch, hands over her eyes. She shook her head as in a tormented way, her long, loose hair sweeping the floor. She was doing a great job of lying through her teeth. While her tyrant of a father, possessive rockstar boyfriend, and personal aversion to wearing a bra were all valid concerns, they weren’t her biggest.

    The biggest concern that Dakota had was that Vince made her anxious; and not in the way that he made Amanda uncomfortable. Amanda, as much as she tried to act “Woke” was still a conservative-born nutmegger. Big dudes with tattoos gave her pause on a good day, and heart palpitations on a bad one. Dakota, on the other hand, felt entirely differently around Vincent Moreno. He made her stomach do flips, for sure, but the kind that she got at the crest of a roller-coaster, or that time she got to meet the wolves at the zoo. He gave her a thrill like something that was dangerous, but also exhilarating. Just the metnio nof him made her pulse start to kick up.

    “What do you mean you haven’t told Jared yet,” Amanda exclaimed.

    “It’s not like I kept it from him,” Dakota snapped, eyeing her best friend with a sharp look. “I tried to talk to him about it two weeks ago, but he flipped out over me even considering the idea and hasn't contacted me since! I told him that he can’t move in with me because he can’t split the bills, and even if he could it wouldn’t make sense because He’s always on the road with the band. I need someone here who can contribute.”

    “You don’t have to convince me,” Amanda said, holding her hands up. “I already told you I don’t like the guy.”

    “You don’t like anyone with ink or a smoking habit,” Dakota defended.

    “Hey, if you want to turn this into a Shit-On-Your-Tastes Session, I’ll pull up a chair,” Amanda teased.

    Dakota groaned and rolled off the sofa to stand. She adjusted her volleyball shorts and tank top as she did. She swore the shorts were only designed for girls like Amanda, with flat asses. Any hint of roundness made the black stretch material ass crack food. Picking wedgies was reflexive after playing the sport for so long. During games she used hair spray to keep the fabric in place, but was less considerate of it around the house. All the windows in the apartment were open, and a breeze came in and ruffled her flowy tank. The back of it was nearly entirely open, showing off the strappy brallette she was wearing beneath. It was a hot day outside; her kind of weather. Dakota rarely broke a sweat. The apartment had AC, but she never used it. Amanda usually was the one to shut up their home when she couldn’t take the heat anymore, and then Dakota bundled up the moment she stepped in the door.

    “Alright, alright,” the younger girl huffed and walked over to her best friend. “I just want to be clear that this is 1, all your fault, 2, not my first choice in living arrangements, and 3, I’m doing all for you and your pursuit of happiness and love with your big strong man.” Dakota giggled and hugged Amanda tightly.

    Amanda was taking a big step herself, though she wasn’t risking what Dakota was. Her conservative family would be clutching their pearls when they finally figured out her boyfriend was black. Dakota knew that it wasn’t going to be a real issue, though. He was a law student, and just as churchy as Amanda was. He was the suburban family dream, even if he was a few shades darker than her grandma would have liked.

    “Seriously,” Amanda said as she squeezed the smaller girl, “You need to talk to your boyfriend. And Vince is totally your speed as a roommate. He’s definitely going to be way more down with your adventures than I am, and not for thing, he’s a grown ass man. If you don’t like something, just say so. He can handle it.”

    “Big talk coming from someone who can’t make eye-contact with him,” Dakota teased.

    “Shut up. I gotta get going. No roping me in to staying longer,” Amanda huffed and let go of Dakota. She grabbed her keys and gave a last, longing look to their bright, open apartment. She was definitely downgraded by moving away, but sharing her life with her man would make up for the change.

    Dakota took a look around as well. The space was open, bright. The kitchen was a soft blue with sandy granite counter tops and a blue subway tile backsplash, the cabinets a darker blue. The living room walls were a sandy color with black couches and a blue area rug in the middle, a black coffee table atop it. They normally moved the table and carpet to the side every morning to do yoga together. No more of that, Dakota thought with a sigh as Amanda called out her goodbyes and left.

    “I’ll see you a later Deeds,” Amanda called over her shoulder before shutting the front door.

    Dakota flopped back onto the couch, resuming her upside-down posture that she preferred. She wasn’t sure why but she liked the feeling of the blood rushing up to her head after laying that way for a while, with her head hanging off the sofa. It helped her think, and she needed to do a lot of that. Jared had been ignoring her phone calls and texts, and she really wanted to talk to him before he paid her a visit. She knew he wasn’t going to take the news of her living with a guy he didn’t know with any sort of grace, especially not an attractive one. And good lord, was Vince attractive. He made her squirm in the most delicious way when he had that serious look on his face. Well, to be fair, she had only really ever seen him looking serious. He was always on his way somewhere when she saw him. To work, to class, and who knew what else. He was a busy guy. It was why she’d agreed to the living arrangement, in spite of her attraction to him.

    “Uggggh,” she groaned and pushed her fingers through her hair. She really wanted to just play her guitar and not think about her new roommate or her volatile boyfriend, but she didn’t want Vince to walk up on her playing. In spite of her talent, she never let anyone hear her play. Other than her mother, who had passed away nearly 6 years ago, Amanda and Jared were the only ones who had heard her sing or play. “Can today just be over already?” she said to the empty air around her barren apartment.

    Amanda had been the one in charge of decorating, so now that she’d taken her things, the place looked like it was staged for a real estate showing instead of lived-in.

    @Geo
     
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  2. Geo

    Geo The Resident Sweet-Talker Member

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    “One...two...three!” Vincent heard the sound of his couch screech from the opposite end of where he was lifting and he could have sworn he saw Michael's face turn red for a second before he finally got to lifting. “You know,Mikey. You're 6’5,240 pounds and you look like you should be rowing for UC Davis. You are a wrestler at our college for Christ's sake.” There was a moment where Mike was losing his resolve but the moment the last bit of criticism came through he truly began to carry his own. “Vince. What did I say about sayin shit like that?” Vince looked at him for a second confused and almost let go of the couch from the sudden burst of laughter that left his lips as they continued. The expression of annoyance left Michael's face before he was met with fear once again as be prayed to not let go of the couch as he began to take the three small steps leading out to the sidewalk and the truck that read “The Black Label” across the side of it. “Mike. How are you going to talk shit about me saying Christ then say shit in the same sentence. Doesn't that go against some sort of rule? A commandment of three?” Mike turned to look at Vince while he fought to contain his laughter knowing that he was pressing buttons while trying to get his end of the couch onto the back of the truck. Once Vincent's end found its way inside, he began to help Michael inch the couch onto position opposite of the V-Rod with the mattress, bed frame and a couple of boxes full of clothes being the only buffer in between the two.


    “Vince you know me and how I was brought up. I take that type of shit very seriously.” Vince continued trying to stifle his laughter while Mike continued being oddly serious. “Dude. Your name is Michelangelo Brown. Your scantrons for statistics barely have enough space for your name let alone the big religion dick your thrusting around.” Michael's face continued to stay still while Vince hopped off the back of the truck to go and pick up a couple of more boxes. “Vince I will fuck you up if you don't stop.” Vince cocked his head and turned to face Mike before saying “Hey. You don't get to be all pissy with me today. I'd leave you the fuck alone with all that if you would have just let me chill out at my apartment.” Michael let out a sigh before saying “OUR apartment. Come on. Are we really gonna do this? Me and my girl want to be alone. Plus you and your cholito outfit scare the shit out of her. Not to mention she sees you as close to naked more than she sees me fully naked. I don't really think that is something that should be happening.”


    The two continued to carry boxes and after a small stack was delivered the two stopped for a small breath of fresh air. “Michael...come on. We both know that Amanda looks at me in fear not desire. And watch it with that cholito bullshit. You know I hate that.” Mike laughed loudly while grabbing a towel from one of the boxes. His blue tank top was soaked and his basketball shorts were coated with a bit of sweat at the rim of his waistline. Michael was an attractive man. Tall,well built,chiseled in a way that most women often described attractive black men. He even was a light skin tone and had bright blue eyes. A gift from his mother. “Now who is the one being hypocritical, Vince?” Vincent tilted his head while he looked at his grinning friend. After grabbing a towel of his own,he began to try and clean himself up a bit. It was hot. Summer level hot out in California. It almost the end of August and yet the heat felt like it was still June. However, Vincent still felt the need to wear his black jeans and converse. The only thing saving him was his white T-shirt,but that was practically see through and completely drenched from his sweat after the lifting of all the heavier luggage. “Dakota. Is she cool? I've gotten used to being able to relax around you. You can be a pain in the ass but at least you didn't blast music at 2 am or bring all of your wrestling team over to party. She's on the volleyball team with your girl. So...what's she like?”


    Michael thought about the question. Part of him wanted to tell him the truth. Dakota was a nice girl,but Amanda had told him about her need to date badboys and her adrenaline addiction. Not to mention the fact that her dad was supposed to be scarier than Dakota on her worst day,not that Michael had ever gotten the chance to meet him. “She's a cool girl. Smart. You know how Amanda is. Those two hang around all the time so it should be pretty much the same. Besides the fact that she doesn't have a car. You got a little used to me and my Hybrid takin you to the laundromat and places like that. You and the lady are going to have to figure it out or buy me and Amanda dinner in exchange.” Michael smirked widely at the idea only to have Vincent return with “I'll pass. I already owe Jake a favor for letting me borrow the truck from work. I just hope my stuff won't smell like spilled alcohol when we get there...Speaking of which. I have to work a late one tonight. You and your girl still coming by? I'm finally going to be only the bartender instead of security as well. So we can hang out by the bar most of the night and I won't need you to be the big black bear keeping the angry Latino at Bay alongside me.” The loud screeching of the metal door coming down to close the back of the truck was heard as Michael and Vincent finished the packing. The two moved to the front with Michael still wearing a face of disapproval. “Big black bear? Really?” Vincent let out the laughter he was containing before saying “Would you prefer beautiful chocolate man?” Even Michael couldn't keep a straight face after hearing that one and let out a hesitant “Fuck you” before turning the key and beginning the drive in the direction of Dakota's place.
    --
    "Fuck...fuck...This can't be it." Jared dug through his own carton of reds,but instead of his finger tips digging for the butt end of cigarette they were being caked in white powder. "What is it? Don't tell me you are out already? Your parents already cut you off white boy. Don't come crying to me when you are out. We may be friends,but when it comes to your habit. I am your dealer first and your friend second." Jared moved his long black hair out of his face with the hand holding the carton,spreading his fingers inside of it to keep the carton still,while he showed obvious signs of distress. "Shut up,Bobby. You are even giving me a ride to my girl's place. We played T-ball together. You tried out for my band and I even thought about taking you for a second." Bobby raised his bright red eyebrow and kept his eyes on Jared's for a second before turning back to look at the road. "And you thought I was going to choose playing drums in you band full of college dropouts was going to stop me from dealing? Money over dreams buddy. I have heard your music. I don't think I would have been a good fit."

    Jared looked visibly disturbed after the comment. He already knew his band was struggling. With his addiction draining both him and Zane,his bassist, there was little that seemed amusing when his band was failing and his coke fountain was running dry. Still. He laughed like a hyena after hearing that comment only followed by the sounds of him snorting what he could from his stained fingertips. The car came to its stop and Jared was quick to jump out of the car. Before departing, he leaned against the open window of the beat up red Cadillac and said "Yeah. We aren't a shitty rap rock group that would be lead by a drummer that thinks he's hardcore,black and can follow any kind of fucken rhythm when he's nothing but a talent-less ginger lowlife coke dealer. Fuck you." Jared turned his back on the Cadi and flipped the man off while walking away only to hear the sound of the car's engine roaring as it sped away.

    One thing was certain. Coke was having its effects on Jared. Many a time during the first year that he had been walking here to meet Dakota did he do it with confidence. He looked taller. The man's stature was not stunted because of the slight hunch he had from all the time hunched over a desk or table trying to fill his nose with poison. He had long flowing black hair. Something that spoke true to his rocker nature. Now it looked brittle and uncared for. It was wavy when before it was straight and able to be manipulated. His muscle mass had dropped. Before he helped his band load and unload the instruments and amps every time before practice. He even found ways to help the drummer by working up some beats of his own to run down with him. The drummer arms were a distant memory of a past that was fading further and further away. The Slits were bleeding themselves dry with its addiction. Both the lead and its bass guitarist had a problem and with that being half the band there was no act to stop it really. The passion for music that he knew attracted the beauty he was with now was missing. Now the only thing he hunger for was coke and attention from Dakota. It was her attention that made him feel even remotely like the man he remembered himself being. Once so full with confidence. At one point he even remembered thinking that Dakota was even a bit too much of a good girl for him. Yet here he was dying for each and every second of attention in between his snorts for coke.

    Again Jared decided to visit unannounced. On his way in, he saw Amanda beginning to pull out of the driveway and head in the direction of her boyfriend's place. Absent Deeds. He was told that tonight was not a good night. An attempt to hide the move not that he had any idea about it. Even when Dakota told him it was bad,he decided he would find a way to get her to change her mind. Through some kind of charm he pulled out of his ass or through the most annoying pity he could think of. The last time it was that he "totaled" his van. In reality he sold it to get some more coke. It was an old piece of shit that had been marked with the logos of his band so he only got what filled a small bit of the carton he was digging from earlier that day. "Bad day huh? It looks like you were....Holy shit! Did you get robbed? Where is everything? Is this why you didn't call me? Don't tell me you called your dad. Listen. Me and the boys. Me and Bobby. We will handle this for you. Just tell me who were the fools that did this."
    --
    The moment the two stepped out of the parked truck, Vincent saw Mike ready to leave. "Hey. What about moving me in?" Mike looked at him then in the direction that Amanda drove. "You do know my girlfriend moved out as well, right? Come on, Vince. We both lift together. I know you can handle a teeny weenie bedframe all by yourself. I'll tell you what. I'll help you with your bike if you want." Mike grinned knowing that there was a small ramp for that and the man was just itching to leave. Help his girlfriend move. What a joke. She was already practically moved in. "No it's alright. Go. I'll see you tonight." Michael reached out and patted Vince on the back before hopping off the back of the truck and opening the door to his white Chrysler 300c. He made sure to peel out quick in case Vince felt like changing his mind. As quickly as his friend helped him get here was as quickly as he left. Vince began by picking up a couple boxes of clothes. He already looked like a sweaty mess. If anything he would at least have a change of clothes if Dakota would make any comments. As he entered the door he heard a loud "Wait...Who the fuck are you?"

    Vince turned his head and saw someone he had only seen in passing. He had no idea what his name was,but he remembered seeing him with Dakota a time or two in between visits. "Good morning..." Vince continued on and tried to avoid whatever it was that Jared was attempting to start. He knew better than to do so on his first day and continued up the steps to try and find the empty room and open door.
    --
    "Where the fuck is Amanda?!? I thought you told me the reason I couldn't live here was because of her. What is this bullshit?!? I am your god damn boyfriend! Don't you think I should meet the kind of..." Jared's pale white face was turning red and whatever blood he had that wasn't completely doped out was rushing to his face. "Him? You are going to live with him? Holy shit, Deeds. That bastard looks like he would stab you in your sleep? Did you see that guy?... Just.... Just stay here. I'm going to check him out. Piece of shit is probably already plotting to kill you." Jared reached for a cigarette but his fumbling around in his pockets left him with the memory of empty cartons. Empty of both cigarettes and his life blood. "Fuck...I need a smoke."
    --
    Vincent took a couple of moments the second he had found the empty room he would be calling home. He asked himself if this would really become the every day life. His world turned to Jerry Springer. While he took in his silence,Jared continued. "At least you are dating me. My god, Deeds. He has the eyes of a fucken dead man!.. Listen to me. Get. Him. Out. I am gonna "help." You figure out how you are going to get rid of him." Without another word, Jared began his walk outside. Jared walked to the boxes and fiddled around searching for the lightest one. He wasn't really gonna help. He just wanted to make Vince think he was the sane one so when the explosion came that would get Vince out and him moving into her place, it would look like she really was the cause for his departure. After a quick walk up the steps,Jared knocked before letting himself in. A light close of the door was heard before Jared set the box down on top of the one Vince brought in.

    "Sorry about that. Me and my lady...We are working some shit out." Vince said nothing,but turned from where he was looking out the window to face Jared. Jared was 6'2 an inch or two taller than Vince,but with what coke had been doing to Jared's body...Vince's worked and toned physique made him look far more imposing. "Not much of a talker,huh? Alright. I can respect that." Jared moved his hand up while clearing his nose showing a particular habit one of his vices seemed to bring. The sniffle was also violent. As if he was after the scent of his fingers rather than clearing his nose. "Listen." Vince cocked his head and said "I have been. You just aren't saying much that interest me. I will be blunt and to the point. Your girlfriend. Tell her to kick me out or let me stay. I don't want to talk to you. I have no dealings with you. You don't own the property and we won't be friends. I don't want to invite you to hang and I don't want to paint our nails together...I will move myself in. Don't worry."

    Jared cocked his head with eyes open wide in shock before he laughed and shook his head. A sign that was often followed by an outburst,but none came yet. Instead he opened the door to leave and shut it behind him. Vince turned his back to the door again and rested his palm on the opening of the window and stuck his head out for some air. This day was already an annoyance. An annoyance that Vincent hoped to resolve with Dakota soon. Vincent would happily move if this was an issue. The last thing he needed was issues after her past roommate displayed obvious discomforts with him. Michael had mentioned that with how Vince looked and how he got into people's faces. That he truly gave off that image because of how he acted. But the last thing he needed was this. Two moves in less than a month. Finding a place would only become harder
     
  3. Dearestmine

    Dearestmine Passion, Heat, Sweat, Madness Member

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    What was she going to tell Jared? He hadn't answered her texts or calls, except to ask when he could come over. She had invited him to come any day this week, except today. She didn't want him here the moment Vince moved in, and she wanted to talk to him in person about the whole thing. He tended to hang up on her when he was upset, and he couldn't just ragequit the conversation if they were face to face. Turned out she wasn't getting her way, though. Dakota wondered if Speak of the Devil worked the same when you were only thinking about them.


    Seeing Jared made her chest hurt. He didn't look good. Over the course of the year he'd gotten thinner, paler... His long dark hair wasn't soft and smooth. She used to love running her fingers through it while they made out, but lately her fingers just got caught in tangles. She had tried to talk to him about it, and he'd said that he hadn't been making as much money. Studio time was expensive, travel was expensive, losing the van had made money especially tight since they'd had to rent a uhaul for long-distance shows. Dakota had taken to buying him cartons of cigarettes and food whenever he made it to her place. She didn't get to see him as often as they would have liked. She wondered if he was in trouble-- he was volatile at times, and it had only gotten worse lately. Maybe he'd picked a fight with the wrong person? He'd never tell her, though. She’d never even entertained the idea of a drug problem.

    "Jared, what are y--" All of Dakota's concerns about him were forgotten as he bulldozed the conversation by jumping to conclusions. Sure, it looked odd for her to tell him it was a bad day to drop by, and he catches her just lounging on the couch with her house looking empty of all the homey touches Amanda had had around.

    "Bad day huh? It looks like you were....Holy shit. Did you get robbed? Where is everything? Is this why you didn't call me? Don't tell me you called your dad. Listen. Me and the boys. Me and Bobby. We will handle this for you. Just tell me who were the fools that did this."


    "It's not like that," Dakota replied, rolling off the couch to stand. Her feet were a little numb from keeping on the wall so long, but she didn't lose her footing. She went to him and placed her hands on his arms, wanting to greet him properly instead of starting off with a screaming match, but couldn’t even get a word in as the front door opened and sweaty, box-laden Vince filled the doorway.

    “Wait… Who the fuck are you?”

    "Good morning..."

    Not surprisingly, Vince didn't look thrilled. While the look on his face would have driven Amanda into a coldsweat, Deeds felt her stomach do a little summersault. It was like looking at a pet snake-- you were assured they were tame, but you also knew to respect a reptile that could never truly be domesticated. Damn, he was striking. And here she was, looking like some idiot drama queen who couldn't handle her man. Dakota had to hold in a groan and the urge to hang her head, her grip on Jared’s arms tightening so he’d be quiet while she spoke.

    "Morning, Vince," Dakota said, trying to sound casual. "Your room is down the hall. Door's open." She watched his head down the hall and her eyes went sharp again as Jared spoke.

    "Where the fuck is Amanda?!? I thought you told me the reason I couldn't live here was because of her. What is this bullshit?!? I am your god damn boyfriend! Don't you think I should meet the kind of..."


    "Chill out," she demanded through gritted teeth as she gripped Jared's arm and pulled. She was small, but she was an athlete; stronger than she looked. She couldn't take a man in a fight, she knew that, but she could damn-sure get her boyfriend's attention, especially since he’d lost so much weight. "This wouldn't have been such a surprise to you if you'd bothered to answer my calls, or make some fucking time for me the last two damn weeks," she told him, her honey-colored eyes as sharp as her tone as she glared at him. “I told you that Mike and Amanda asked me to consider letting Vince move in, and then you lost your shit and didn’t give me chance to tell you anything!”

    Normally she'd try to placate him, but she was in no mood to play nice. He was embarrassing her! Not only that, but she didn't want Vince to feel unwelcome in what was to be his new home. Hell, she'd ultimately caved on the proposal for having him move in because she didn't want to subject Vince to living with Amanda. Who the hell wanted to live with someone who judged you like that? Ultimately, Dakota was glad that she herself had initially been reluctant because it caused Amanda to sweeten the deal for Vince by paying this months' rent and utilities upfront and not taking back her deposit, so he was able to move in free, essentially.

    "Him? You are going to live with him? Holy shit, Deeds. That bastard looks like he would stab you in your sleep? Did you see that guy?... Just.... Just stay here. I'm going to check him out. Piece of shit is probably already plotting to kill you”

    “Are you retarded?” Dakota said, shocked. He clearly wasn’t listening to her, she realize when he grumbled about needing a smoke and just kept talking.

    “AT least you are dating me. My god, Deeds. He has the eyes of a fuken dead man!.. Listen to me. Get. Him. Out. I am gonna ‘help’. You figure out how you are going to get rid of him.”


    Dakota was completely taken aback. It was like she wasn't even speaking. She watched Jared stalk off with a box towards Vince's room, awestruck at how shitty this was all going. "I'm gonna stab you in your fucking sleep," she said under her breath as she stomped into the kitchen to grab her phone to text Amanda.

    Deeds: Jared showed up. I think WWIII just started
    Amanda: WHAT?
    Deeds: Jar didn't even tell me he was coming! Vince is here, and Jared is doing a fantastic job of making him feel unwelcome! IDFK what to do!!!!
    Amanda: Remind your boyfriend that he's a broke bitch and needs to suck it the fuck up?
    Amanda: You two already have discussed why you aren't ready to live together. He's touring with the band, and he's too disruptive. You're in college! He's gotta respect that.
    Deeds: I never actually told him that Vince was actually moving in. I wanted to tell him in person but he's been MIA the last few days...
    Amanda: You haven't talked to him in two full weeks?!
    Deeds: Shit. He's coming back downstairs. I'll fill you in later.

    Dakota chewed the inside of her cheek and busied herself making coffee as she heard Jared's familiar footfalls nearing. Doing something with her hands gave her a better way to think. She could totally do this. She could handle Jared. She was a strong, independent woman, damn it! This was her home, and who she chose to split the bills with wasn't up to her boyfriend. Besides, she knew Jared well enough. Cigarettes, food, compliments, sex... he was easy enough to placate.

    When had that all started, though? She wondered what happened to the man that wanted her to write music, who constantly told her how beautiful she was, and laughed at her daredevil antics. She couldn't even remember the last time he went out with her dancing or tagging or even just to dinner and a movie. When had her relationship turned into reassuring him and talking him off a the ledge? With a huff, she pulled a pack of Marbs and strawberry Poptarts out of the snack cabinet, where they hid behind the Oreos and Nilla Wafers, then flicked on the coffee pot to get the Columbian Roast going.

    "Jared," she said when he rounded the corner. "Be easy, okay?" she asked, relaxing her posture and looking up at him with a gentle expression. She held the smokes and the Poptarts in one hand, her other was extended out to him in hopes he'd take it to pull her into a hug. Normally it was this easy to settle a disagreement—smoke smokes, a snack, a kiss-- but this wasn't exactly a normal disagreement, either. "You burst in here without even saying hi to me. Can we rewind, please?" She was trying hard to turn on the charm, pouting her lips and doing her best to look non-threatening.
     
  4. Geo

    Geo The Resident Sweet-Talker Member

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    The walk back to Dakota felt almost like a defeat to Jared. The guys seemed to be an even bigger asshole than his girlfriend was being. Or at least that was what it felt like to him. It was still the morning. Barely leading into the afternoon. He couldn't go bother his band mates for at least another couple of hours,but being here was the last thing he wanted to do. Especially after Dakota had made it obvious how stern she was on her stance of her new roommate. This would not be something he would surrender on without a fight,but Dakota was one to fight to the very end it seemed liked. When he returned to her,he saw her with a pop tart and a pack of Marlboros in hand. That was her usual peace offering. Food,sex, and a pack of smokes for him to take or share with her. Today he was not in any mood for peace. Food though. Food and a way to save money. At least that proved something. Jared snatched the pop tarts and the smokes before turning his back on the hug. He began to walk out but made sure to say "This conversation. We will finish it later." As if he was being the adult in the conversation. Jared walked out and chose a direction to continue walking in while stuffing his mouth with the sugary pastry. Meanwhile the sounds of Vincent's footsteps could be heard as they came down the hallway with him ready to take a couple of more boxes.

    Vince knew better than to comment on anything. It was the first day and he knew too much about first impressions and how true or false they had a chance of being. Mike would have never sent him to Dakota if he thought that something like this would have happened. He knew just how badly Mike wanted Amanda to move in with him,but he would not believe that Michael would fuck him over like that. Vince thought he was a bit too much of a pussy to do something like that and he spent more than a week trying to explain the type of girl that Dakota was. Knowing that it was a girl labeled as "Responsible. An overachiever." It brought some comforts,but there was no talk about her drugged up junkie boyfriend. A boyfriend that seemed more interested about what was up his nose than what was under his girlfriends foot. Vince made one trip with a couple of boxes stacked on top of one another. Most of it was clothes. Vince stuffed as much as he could into his boxes. He packed light so the heaviest things were his motorcycle helmets,a couple of boxes of textbooks and his bed of course. After the first trip, Vince made sure to grab his books next. The look the girl had. It was what the visitors at the donation centers he used to work at back at home used to wear. A bit of worry. Something that was often mistaken for pity by Vincent.


    After setting the box down, Vincent moved his hand to clean the sweat off his brow and move the hair out of his face. "We are good. I don't care about whatever...that was. Just tell me if he becomes a problem. I'm gonna move in. Relax." Vincent made sure to keep his eyes on her and make sure he understood his intentions. He wasn't going to let her taste in men be the reason she has a rough time moving someone in and he was not about to be chased out of a nice spread near the beach by some Jerry Springer shit. He grabbed the box and continued on carrying the text books to his room with thoughts as to why Mike never mentioned him. Vince set them beside the door and decided to send him a text and only further ask about this mystery man.

    Vince: Who's the junky boyfriend?
    Mike: Junky? Come on man. Just because he's ten shades of whiter than you doesn't make them junkies. Don't put that kind of judgment onto people.

    Vince began to wonder. Was he really the only one that saw the signs? The erratic behavior. That god awful sniff he did while trying to clear his nose. To Vince it honestly looked like he was trying to take a finger or two with it. Vince decided to play it off and maybe see if Dakota was smarter than his companion.

    Vince: Yeah. Alright. He is just causing issues with the move. Listen. Don't worry about it. Just let Amanda know about tonight. Drinks are on me anyway.
    Mike: Aight. Fo'sho.
    Vince: If you "Fo'sho" or "Aight" one more time Michelangelo. Ima tell your momma you are speaking hood and gangsta in college.
    Mike:...

    Vince put his phone away and decided he should continue trying to finish up his move. He wanted to get some time to relax either at home or with a quick ride before work. Knowing his luck, The Black Label would be full tonight. During the walk down he tried to make not as awkward as possible. An attempt he probably failed at. In silence he made it back out he noticed there was something sticky at the center of the headboard. Pink and gooey with a bit of sprinkles on it. Smelled heavily like strawberry. When Vincent looked around he noticed the streets were empty. Whatever dickhead did that obviously looked more to annoy than cause any harm so he kept it to himself. At least the smell would wash off. Vincent tried digging through for a shirt or rag to cover the spot on the headboard while carrying it,but his shirts were already inside and he did not want to look like an idiot and wrap it with some cargo shorts. It was a split second decision, but Vincent decide to take off his shirt and wrap it around the center of headboard. Vincent made it a tight and quick cover before squatting down slightly to lift it up. Slowly the man began to walk in the heavy oak headboard. His eyes tried to stay trained at the direction he headed. He could only hope he was not offending the blonde inside with his sudden burst of what could be considered boldness. After making it through the door, he glanced to see if he had. Amanda was a lot shyer when it came to even the slightest bit of exposure of skin. Vincent hoped that the little encounter with the boyfriend at least bought him a bit of leeway. He knew that if this was a common thing then fights with the strung out rockstar would also be a recurring thing. Vincent could at least relate to the frustration he would have if his girlfriend had a man half naked walking around the house at all times.

    He wished things could have been a simple walk into his room. There was a problem. Not only were there stairs,but his rush left him with a spot near his hand that still had some remaining strawberry jam. Step by step the man continued forward with his eyes set on Dakota's. There was an underlying ferocity to them considering his annoyance with the idiot that sabotaged him like this. His whole body tensed from that anger. It was an involuntary flex on his part. Before he got to the steps he was already a sweating mess and he had to stop just to squat down and raise the headboard higher up on his shoulders to make sure he did not hit or scratch the railing on the steps. The weight was nothing to Vincent. His body only tensed and flexed at the thought of what the blonde downstairs would be thinking of the dark skinned,sweaty and tatted roommate she had agreed to allow in her home. The soreness his body would feel the next day was something he would not let Mike forget. Vince already knew what he should expect. After setting the headboard down with a loud thump, he began to walk back to the living room where he left Dakota. His body already had more than a light sheen of sweat and he was at a loss of breath. As much as Vince had been trying to keep a friendly distance,he lost the constant reminder he kept giving himself to back off and give her some room. The problem was that it was worse than if he would have done it when he arrived because at least then he wasn't half naked and sweating. "You have some water?" Vince reached for a small napkin on the nearby counter and wiped his hand of the small bit of strawberry jelly staining his fingers. He noticed the stickiness of the jelly,yet could not begin to understand just how close he was to Dakota. His face remained only a couple inches away and the radiation of his heated body could be felt if the blonde chose not to move away,only adding to the realization of just how comfortable the man was being so suddenly. "Some idiot put strawberry jelly on my bedpost. Pretty sure that shirt is ruined."
     
  5. Dearestmine

    Dearestmine Passion, Heat, Sweat, Madness Member

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    The snub from Jared hurt more than Dakota would have liked to admit. It was out of stubborn pride that she didn't call out him as he left, she told herself. Realistically she was just awestruck that he wouldn't even grasp her hand and say he didn't want to touched. Being too angry to be held, she understood. Just walking away like it he was punishing her for being a child, on the other hand, had her straight up offended. While she had managed to keep from calling out to him, a small shocked noise escaped her before she clamped her mouth shut when he cleared the doorway. Tears stung her eyes, more from anger than hurt, and she turned on her heel to get herself her damn coffee as she took a slow, nose flaring breath and let it out slowly through her teeth. She was still working to regain her composure as Vincent’s heavy footfalls echoed down the hall and out of the apartment. Keeping her hands busy helped her keep her eyes off her new roommate. She didn’t want to chance him seeing how upset Jared had made her.

    She dressed a mug with a splash of milk, a pinch of salt, and a teaspoon of sugar, then poured coffee into it. The mug was huge, with block letters across it that read "This is my WHISKEY mug. What's COFFEE doing in it?" Not a single mug in the apartment matched, every one of them having something silly on them, or coming from a gift shop somewhere in the world.

    Dakota was holding her cup with both hands, as if to warm them, when Vincent came back through the door with more boxes. She had a worried look on her face and tensed when he looked about to speak. She relaxed visibly when he told her to, though. Life's small victories she thought with relief when he continued to bring his things into the house. She wanted to lend a hand, wondering how much stuff there was outside. She couldn't see it from the kitchen window, and considered going on to the small deck to see. She grabbed a mug from the cabinet, then put it back as she realized belatedly that she had no idea if Vincent was even a coffee drinker. Hell, she really didn't know the first thing about him. Sure, she knew his name, and that he was always busy-- he was always coming or going anytime she'd been at his apartment with Amanda-- but she had never seen him with a coffee mug in his hand. She'd seen him in basketball shorts, though, and that was sight to behold. She remembered Amanda blushing like a freaking virgin, while Dakota had wondered vaguely about his tattoos. She wanted ink so bad, but was always afraid to get any because of her father. It was hard enough hiding her few piercings from him, after all.

    When Vince came into the apartment, carrying his headboard, she felt her mouth go dry. She didn't even realize that his shirt was stretched over the headboard; only that he wasn't wearing it. The look on her face was surprised, but she wasn't at all offended. Not in the slightest. She was too distracted by the hard lines that shaped him, and the bulge of his biceps under the weight of the headboard. After he cleared the kitchen, Dakota let out a breath, mouthing "Sweet Baby Jesus," and mentally told her ovaries to shrivel up and die, please. She was spoken for, damn it! Even if they were fighting and Jared had stormed off like a freaking child. She jumped when the thunk of the headboard being set down sounded through the apartment. "Get it together, Deeds," she mumbled to herself and contemplated the shopping list stuck to the fridge while she listened to Vince's footfalls come back through their home again.

    She was surprised when they stopped in the kitchen again, and she felt herself actually blush slightly when she turned to see him, still sans shirt. Her eyes went wide when he invaded her space and it took her a moment before she realized he’d spoken. She was she level with his chest and it was hard to hear anything over her screaming libido.

    "You have some water?"

    His question made her face go red as she thought that he was calling her a thirsty bitch. She hadn't been eyefucking him that hard, had she? Her eyes ran down his taught stomach and then back up to his face again and she quickly realized that he was actually thirsty. He was sweating so much she wondered if he was alright. She turned to the fridge as she hummed out a "Mmhmm" and grabbed the Brita Filtered jug of water from the mostly full fridge. She nearly dropped the glass she'd grabbed to pour the water in when he mentioned the strawberry jam. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out it was her strawberry poptart wielding idiot that had vandalized Vincent's things. She tried to play it cool, though.

    "No shit," she said, schooling her features to be equal parts amused and sympathetic. Mentally, she was screaming why the fuck is he standing so close to me. My kitchen isn’t that fucking small! While outwardly her voice only waivered slightly. “There's a washer and dryer in the bathroom if you want to try to salvage the shirt," she offered and held out the glass of water out for him. "Everything in the apartment, except my instruments, is communal, by the way. Well, other than what's in our bedrrooms anyways. Amanda used to borrow my clothes, but I don't think our wardrobes will be quite as interchangeable," she said, trying to dispel her nerves with some humor. "If you use the last of something," she pointed over her shoulder to the shopping list, "Just put it on the board so it'll make the next grocery trip." She chewed her cheek for a second and considered before she added, "I don't know about you, but I don't drive. Amanda and I used to do the shopping in her car but..."she shrugged, "I guess I'll give Amazon Pantry or Peapod a shot, if taking the bus ends up too irritating or Amanda can't take me."

    Dakota felt like her heart was going to beat right out if her damn chest with him so close, and she was motherfucking herself for not wearing a padded bra. The heat coming off him had her nipples tight and she knew without checking that they and the bars through them were standing out against the thin fabric of her flowy tank.
     
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  6. Geo

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    The tensity of the situation was escaping Vincent as he seemed to be seeing a bit color come to the face of Dakota. It was a thought that quickly left his mind when she began to eye him up and down after his ask for water. He was a bit confused as to what brought that on,but her rush off to the fridge begged the question of whether or not he was bothering her. Vincent decided to say nothing and just watched. As he continued to speak there little ticks in her reactions and they were ticks that might have normally been asked if their situation was not already off to as rocky of a start as it was. Dakota returned with some water and began to explain,but slowly Vincent began to invade her space. As she explained something as simple as the pantry,the grocery list and the fact that she could not drive,Vincent was unknowingly beginning to corner Dakota against the same counter that she got the glass to serve him water from. It was her cheeks. They looked red and flustered. Part of him kept having the thought of him being an annoyance,but there was nothing directly that he had done to her to cause that kind of reaction. Not to mention that she was still having a hushed and calm voice throughout the whole conversation.

    It was something else,but Vincent could not seem to find out the answer. It was just too simple and going over his head just how close to naked he was and how terrible the situation could have been seen as if someone had walked in through that door at that moment. Still. Vincent continued forward. When his hips pressed against hers,he began to inch his face closer,watching the face of Dakota as he began to reach his face in as if going in for a kiss but remaining nothing more than an observer. Like a kid watching a zoo animal from behind thick protective glass. The only problem was that Dakota was stuck with Vincent without a single buffer. As close as they were. He was missing the obvious direction things were heading by the hints pressing tightly against her top. Soon sight was not enough and Vincent reached. He began to touch in a familiar way. The water that Dakota had served him was a second thought and both hands moved to her face. His hands were rough. Calloused from the hard work in his life. Yet they offered an odd smoothness behind the rough the moment they began to run up against her pink cheeks. His fingers clung up against her jawline,pressing closely against her soft skin as his dark eyes remained trained against hers.

    Closer and closer his face inched and soon a kiss was the only thing this little moment being shared looked like. "Dakota. You are burning up... You should sit. I think the coffee in this heat may have been a bit too much," Slowly Vincent began to pull himself away and all that followed was a small side step besides her before he opened the freezer. He began by sticking his head in to find an ice tray. He had not even bothered to check if the front of the fridge had a mechanism,which it did, and the moment the door came shut he found what he was looking for. Vincent tossed the water he asked for earlier in the sink and began to fill the cup with some ice. Next Vincent reached for Dakota's glass and felt it. Still burning hot. Vincent sighed at that realization and decided to wait. "You can drink this,but once its cooled. I doubt ice coffee is out of your realm of enjoyment if you would drink coffee to the point of heat stroke."

    "Your list. Your Rules. I get it. I have transportation. With the new move and the change in work at the bar. I will be able to use it a bit more. While your coffee cools I can show you." Again Vincent did not seem to care for the thing known as personal space. He started by returning to Dakota. Before an ounce of resistance could be thought to be mustered, Vincent lead with "Mike told me not to show you it right away,but fuck what Mike wants. If you have something to show off...Might as well right?" A comment that could be taken a couple of different ways. Vincent reached for her waist. His sweaty body was an afterthought at this point. With a quick tug he made sure he was closely pressed against Dakota as began to walk her out. The day was still starting and the light was still brightly shining down onto them. Walking outside was not necessary to see where the bike rested,but the sun glared off the metal so brightly that it helped the excuse for Vincent to insist on it. After the last step down to the street was taken. Alongside the boxes and remaining parts to the bed rested a motorcycle. An old custom Harley that was known to be the love of Vincent's life. At least to those he actually allowed to see it.

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    Vincent walked Dakota all the way to the resting place of the bike and decided to sit on it with his back to the handle bars. He looked up to Dakota and,with a slight grin, he looked down to the small spot remaining for a passenger then up to her. "You help me get the annoying boxes I have left over,drink your iced coffee and let me get changed after I take up my bed. I'll take you out for a ride. Maybe a burger. Unless you are afraid of meat like Mike's girl." A small dig,but a funny one nonetheless with how much Mike went on and on about Amanda yet had failed to mention the qualities of the blonde. "Mike also told me Amanda used to take you to practice. Oddly enough Mike insisted that he take her when she was not taking you herself. Normally I stop by and have lunch before my last afternoon class and work. Another deal maybe. Make me some lunch from time to time. If the bike doesn't scare you away. I can take you on my way over. What do you say?"
     
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  7. Dearestmine

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    How Dakota managed to keep talking was beyond her comprehension. This wasn’t like her. Guys didn’t usually intimidate her, though some tried. She wasn’t a stranger to guys invading her space, crowding her in the way Vince was. She was small, and especially since she’d gone blond, guys just found it easy to ignore boundaries and try to be convincing by crowding her space. Normally, it didn’t work on her. But, normally, she wasn’t crowded in by a man who set her on fire the way that Vince did. She had heard girls tell her stories about how they just didn’t know what to do and how they let it happen because they felt overwhelmed, and Dakota had never understood it. Now, though. Dear God, now she understood. It was equal parts fear and lust that kept her from kneeing Vince in the balls or shoving him away. Instead of reacting violently, she felt her throat close up and her face turn tomato red. He was looking at her funny, and she had a hard time keeping eye contact. Since didn’t know brown eyes could be so… alluring. It was like hot chocolate, but with chili peppers in it. Like, they seemed alright, soothing even, but then SURPRISE. Not just temperature hot, but spicy. She felt a bead of sweat drop down her spine that had nothing to do with the heat when his hips pressed to hers, and her breath hitched, eyes wide as saucers.

    “Vince- what are yo---” she stopped short when his hands came to her blazing cheeks and she flinched, but couldn’t draw back from him. Her ass was against the counter and she had nowhere to go, caged in by his larger form. Even if she wasn’t backed against the counter, she felt like his eyes had her pinned more effectively than the rest of his body.

    “Dakota. You’re burning up… You should sit. I think the coffee in this heat may have been a bit too much.”


    That, along with him letting go of her, broke the spell. She rolled her eyes so hard for a split second she thought they’d get lost in the back of her head.

    “I like hot coffee, Vince, I’m fine. Coffee is a necessity for me to function. Hot coffee,” she assured him, but he didn’t seem to be listening.

    “You can drink this, but once its cooled. I doubt ice coffee is out of your realm of enjoyment if you would drink coffee to the point of heat stroke.”

    This dude did not just tell me how to drink my goddamn coffee she thought with disbelief. She opened her mouth to speak, but there he went again, just ignoring her and moving right along. When he first said Your list, your rules, she thought he understood how offended she was by him taking her coffee, but then he had his arm around her and her brain just sort of fuzzed out. Vince's hand on her back, the rough callous against her smooth skin, was more than she could process. She loved calloused hands. Maybe it was some part of her Daddy issues, who knew, but something about hands that showed they worked did things for her. Sure, Jared had callouses, but they were soft, musicians’ ones like hers. She had the feeling that Vince could open a beer bottle with his fucking thumbs. Then there was just the size of him. Jared was tall, sure, but he was lanky. Vince was filled out, and goddamn if his hand didn’t span the entirety of her small waist. And damn he was so warm! In spite of the flush on her face and the drip of sweat that had snaked down her spine, her skin was cool to the touch. His hand felt like he’d held it over a fire before he’d placed it on her hip.

    Seeing the bike outside didn't help things, either. If he was sin in skin, the V-Rod was sex on two wheels. Again, she got that feeling of danger that made her stomach clench in that delicious way it did right before she did something reckless. Motorcycles terrified and thrilled her.

    When Vince let go of her and sat on his bike, Dakota’s pallor started to return the normal, though her heart was still racing as he spoke. She had to fight the urge to cross her arms, not wanting to draw more attention to her chest than her nipples were begging for, and she was only half listening to him, while another part of her mind tried to come up with a proper reprimand for the other man’s lack of respect for personal space, and yet another part of her mind tried calm the storm of adrenaline going through her. She made awful decisions when she felt like this; as though something dangerous and fun was at her feet, waiting for her to pounce. She did her best to concentrate on his offers and considered them carefully. Dakota was used to running the show, and Vince was bulldozing her. She couldn’t decide if he was actually being charming about it, or if it was the lust-clouded-lenses she was looking at him through. She forgot about being careful when it clicked that he was offering her rides on the motorcycle, though.

    Sergeant Harper had done a great job of putting the fear of the motorbike in his daughter. With ride-alongs to scenes of awful accidents, and tale after tale of the dangers of them, as well as the threat of the beating she'd get if he ever saw her on one, had kept her off them up to this point in her life. Granted, the real reason was that she'd never been given the chance to ride one sober. Guys at bars would ask her if she wanted a ride, and not knowing how much they'd had to drink that night kept her from putting her life in a stranger's hands. Vince, though... he wasn't a stranger. Well, not like a rando at a bar who didn't even bother to ask if she was old enough to be there, anyway. Besides, they were going to be living together, and he was clearly extending an olive branch. She should take it, shouldn't she? It almost felt rude not to, especially after he was being so nice to her after the whole experience with Jared the moment he walked in the door.

    “I fear nothing,” Dakota lied. Well, it wasn’t entirely true. She wasn’t afraid to try anything, within reason, anyway. Close enough to the truth, as far as she was concerned. “My schedule is all over the place, but I’ll take you up on the rides if its not out of your way. I’m an athlete, but I guess I’m kinda lazy. I usually just stay on campus until I’m done there so I don’t have to go back and forth. I always took care of mine and Amanda’s lunches, so no extra work for me there,” she told him with a shrug. “But if you don’t like something, you’ll have to give me a list, otherwise you’re gonna be stuck with whatever I’m eating. I won’t starve you, though,” she assured him, and looking him up and down again. She made a concerted effort not to let her eyes linger on any one spot, though him straddling the bike was doing things to her self control she didn’t want to think about. “You clearly need more calories than I do, so I’ll try to incorporate some extra carbs for you.” Dakota ate protein-centric foods herself. She didn’t have a huge appetite, so she usually just took vitamins to fill in the blanks for the lack of volume she ate. While she totally had a separate, bottomless stomach for chocolate and pie, she wasn’t exactly known for eating all her vegetables, and she wasn’t a huge fan of rice and pasta. She preferred to eat fruit for every meal—not that anyone let her get away with it—and survive on chicken, steak, and peanut butter, really. She drank ensure during playoffs and finals, so she wouldn’t lose too much weight. It was easier during the winter to keep weight on, but summer? Forget it. She had a separate wardrobe for beach volleyball season. She went from a size 5 to a size 3 every summer and just accepted that as her fate in life. While Amanda was happy to get skinny with her, she had the feeling that Vince wouldn’t take to it, and made a mental note to beef up her meal plans so he wouldn’t go all Cave Man on her.

    She nodded toward what was left of his things and said, "Shall we?" She was trying to take control, and keep it. He was throwing her off her game! And she needed to stop comparing him to Jared. God, I hope this passes she thought desperately as she headed off to grab some of his belongings without waiting for his answer. She took more than was probably sensible, but she wanted to dispel any notions he may have had that she was weak.
     
  8. Geo

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    MEANWHILE
    Jared: 1 missed Call
    Jared: 2 Missed Calls
    Jared: "Deeds pick up the fucken phone."
    Jaren: 3 missed calls
    Jared: 4 missed calls
    Phone: 1 New Voicemail "Deeds I swear to fucken Christ you are a child. u do this every time we have a fucken fight. I was going to ask u if you wanted to go out tonight and make up but fuck it. Do whatever the fuck U feel like. I'll go and hang out with the boys,
    Jared: 5 Missed calls
    Jared: Fuck this.
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    The entire demeanor of Dakota seemed to be out of sorts. From the moment she saw the bike and saw him on, Vincent saw a particular look and color refuse to leave her face. Maybe she was right. Maybe the heat really didn't bother her. Yet here he was offering to take her out when she might have been sick...No. That couldn't have been it. The way she was holding herself and crossing her arms. It looked as if she was ready to fight a lion and a tiger if she had to. Speaking about the bike and rides seemed to show that fire when little miss blondie said she was afraid of nothing. A smirk appeared on his face before he said "Good. It gets old not having someone to enjoy a good ride with." More comments to dig unexpectedly at Deeds. When she took up his offer there was no hiding it. He knew how much she took a liking to the bike. That was good. That meant there would be no issues about the noise that came with the huge vibrations of a chopper going from 90 to 0 and sending the ground on as many trips as the poor blondes hormones. When the blonde began to pick things up Vincent began to stand and decided that he would need to wear something and dry off all this sweat once he got the rest of the bed upstairs.

    Vincent felt it. Every drop of sweat that ran down his upper body. The worst part was that he knew he could deal with the heat. The things he was lifting was nothing. Rich had him lifting party kegs by himself onto shelves at the close of every night and at least then he forgave himself for the flood of sweat he amassed. Part of him was stuck on the wonder of did his sweat bother her when he grabbed her. It wasn't until it was said and done that he truly grasped the idea that he grabbed her as if he knew the woman. A kind of comfort that wasn't even given to people that had known each other for months or even years yet here he was pushing past those barriers. The look on her face and the bikes effect on her also kept coming back. Back at his old place with Amanda he had to keep things under wraps. When he arrived with it, Vince had not had his license to drive it for half the year and did so. Not to mention that the old body looked like it had been hit by a semi...twice. Then turned around and hit a third time to make sure the monster truly was dead.

    On his way back he noticed Dakota carrying far more than he should have. Vince's whole body tensed at the sight. He wanted to jump in and help her. He went to and reached out his hands slightly,but saw the look on Dakota's face. Vincent was chivalrous,but he was not suicidal. After the way he was handling her and the little comment made to only further show how strong she was... Vincent decided to give her a second,make sure she truly was fine before continuing on with the rest of the heavier lifting. If she beat him to the punch,she might want to help with the bed as well. There was only a couple of boxes of clothes outside and by the time that Vince gotten his hands on the foot of the bed. A quick walk to the room and Dakota was already on her way down for seconds. There would be no need for thirds unless she wanted to carry the bed as well. On his way down for the last of the bed, Vincent heard Dakota call out. She would be changing. Vincent had a feeling that would be needed with how close he would need her to press against him during the ride. It had been a while since he had taken a person out on his bike. He did not want to indulge every woman's need for a thrill. Not to mention he never carried his spare helmet.

    Near his room he heard the sound of a door close. Vince was certain it had to be Dakota's. After setting down the rest of the bed and a small box with was presumed to be a couple of plates and cups, VIncent decided it was time to change. He was in search of a towel,but instead found a new black t-shirt. He set it aside and continued looking. After the third box being a bust, Vince grabbed the dirty strawberry smelling white shirt he wore to get here,turned it inside out and began to wipe down his sweaty upper body. Part of him knew that this sweat was what kept him looking the way it did. To some women it was even attractive. But on warm days like this,even when his body was not burning itself, he reacted as if he was being roasted by the heat of a thousand suns.

    After slipping the new shirt on, Vince began to dig through his box with a couple of jackets. He had two helmets,but only one jacket. Vince met the road a couple of times when he was starting out. He was lucky he was pretty good when grabbing his jacket before a ride. His jeans were never the same after a drop. The bruises he received were bearable,but the last thing he needed was crazy boyfriend coming by and asking where the surprise marks on his girlfriend came from. And as amusing as telling him that she was "Riding his hog" would sound, he did not need that idiot in his life. The helmets were simple. Covered the head,but nothing more. Typical biker helmet just because he wanted to feel the breeze in his face when he rode. A full face cover would look cool,but would leave him drenched in sweat when that thing came off. Before leaving his biker gear in peace he kept searching. Vincent hoped he would find something closer to Dakota's size. Maybe one of his first jackets form when he started riding or something Louie tossed in by accident. He always told his old mechanic that he had the frame of a little girl. He was sure even Dakota would have been too tall for his jacket. At least her skinny waist would have helped. The rest of her was thick in all the right places.

    After digging and searching he found something that did not belong. A jacket. A woman's jacket. Tight. Form fitting. He knew who it belonged to. Karina. An old flame turned annoying ex. Another reason why he chose not to go too far back into the hood. He was like a walking cliche. His father was non-existent. Mother was busy all the time. Family in criminal activity. Add in the crazy ex and he was one episode of Maury from joining the "Not the real father club." Self loathing. That is what shit like the past seemed to bring out of Vincent lately. It seemed like the further he seemed to get away from it all,the more intense the pangs of nostalgia and anger towards his past seemed to be. Oh well. At the very least the jacket would be something she would wear until he got her a new one. After forcing her to wear that crazy bitch's jacket. it was the least he could do.

    After grabbing both the jackets and helmets he went down to the living room. Vince made sure to lay down the jacket and helmet besides her coffee. It had finally cooled down and Vince made sure to at least make her,her iced coffee if he was going to ask her to drink it. After the time spent talking and outside the ice had melted. A quick switch and a pour into a travel bottle and things were finally coming together. Vince chose to lay down on the couch and wait to put on both til he knew they were leaving. The talk about the bike seemed to pull at something deep inside of Dakota. Mike had mentioned she had a thing for adrenaline,but he thought that Mike was being as exaggerative as usual. One thing that was not exaggerated was one fact. Vince was starving. It was still the afternoon or at least heading into it. The stop for a bite to eat after a ride was perfect. They could stop by the college and eat it near the football and cheerleader's practice. After all there was nothing better than a burger and watching idiots drop each other in an attempt to make themselves look and feel cool.
     
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    Vincent’s comment about enjoying a good ride gave Dakota all sorts of ideas that were inappropriate for someone in a committed relationship. Fantasizing wasn’t cheating, but sometimes it felt like it. She made quick work of the rest of his small belongings while he took care of the bed, carefully toeing up the stairs with each trip. She didn’t try to help with the bed. Not that she didn’t think she could, but she really just wanted some space before getting on the bike with him. Besides, she wanted to take some time to change clothes and give him a chance to freshen up as well, if he so chose. The sweat didn’t bother her. While she didn’t usually find sweat sexy, the way it made his tan form glisten… mmph.

    Dakota changed into more sensible clothing and considered her options. She really didn't have anything better to do today than take a trip Vince’s bike. Who knew if or when Jared would be back. She wasn’t trying to talk to him on the phone, that was for sure. He tended to yell more when they were on the phone, and he was quick to hang up in her face if she was gaining ground. It was beautiful out, the wind would feel nice... She didn’t need to ruin a perfectly wonderful Saturday with relationship drama. Decision solidified and outfit complete, she checked herself out in the mirror. Black skinny jeans, a plain white shirt over a teeshirt bra with just enough padding to hide her piercings. She threw on a pair of white sneakers and finally decided to check her phone.

    Five missed calls and a voicemail. That was cute, she thought sarcastically. He definitely needed time to cool down. The thought made her think of Vince. With the way Vince was sweating, it would probably be good a idea to close up the windows and get the AC units going. By the time they got back the apartment would be cooled off and they could relax or something. She didn't know if he had to work or whatever, but she had some music stuck in her head she wanted to get out, and some TV to catch up on, as well. She also needed to text Amanda. Maybe her captain would have some sage advice for her... or maybe the wish-she-wasn't-so-conservative would have a damn conniption and tell her not to dare get on the back of a motorcycle.


    Dakota stowed her ID and debit card in her phone case and put her house key in her bra, then put her phone in her back pocket. She’d have to put the Iphone in her bra or something, she thought as she headed downstairs. Or have Vince hold it for her. Her pockets were useless as far as keeping anything safe went. She probably should have worn a jacket, or asked about a helmet, and she nearly started to ask as she came down the stairs when she saw the items on the counter, as if she’d conjured them up just by thinking about it. The sight of a travel mug next to the clothes gave her pause. He didn’t think she’d bring coffee with her on the ride, did he? Maybe if it wasn’t her first time, she might have felt daring enough to sit back and drink a coffee on the back of the bike, but she had the feeling she was going to be holding firmly to him for the ride.

    Dakota glanced at Vince laying out on the sofa and did her best to dispel her inner awkwardness with some humor. "The phrase paint me like one of your French girls comes to mind seeing you laid out like that," as she walked over and picked up the mug. A frown tugged her lips when she felt ice rattle in the mug. He’d really poured her perfectly dressed, blessedly hot coffee, over ice. She sent up a silent prayer for the strength to resist the near violent urge to tell Vince not to be such a chauvinist and sipped the coffee. It wasn’t that she didn’t like iced coffee, but she never drank it at home. She liked her iced coffee to be sickeningly sweet, so she reserved the indulgence for coffee shops, where they could get concentrated sugar in the cup instead of her running through several tablespoons of sugar. She worked on downing the coffee, more out of spite than anything, even though it left her chilled, and eyed the jackets on the counter. She wasn't going to have him calling her brat, but she wasn't going to thank him for the unwanted gesture, either.

    “So, you in the habit of keeping a girls’ jacket handy,” Dakota asked, her tone teasing. She tried not to let herself think about how many women might have sweat in that jacket… or what other fluids might have found their way onto the fabric. She couldn’t help but think of Amanda’s favorite phras,e The Funk of Girlfriends Past (though it was usually used in reference to old mattresses), and ran her tongue ring against her teeth. “That’s considerate of you,” she complimented, instead of asking how many girls had worn the coat. It didn’t actually offend her, like it might have Amanda. If anything, it made her feel a little safe. If she was going to die in a motorcycle accident, she was going to be able to have an open casket funeral thanks to the helmet and jacket, she thought with a morbid giggle.

    “Did Amanda leave you a key, or do we need to make you a copy?” she asked and took a large pull of her coffee, finishing it off as she awaited his response. She turned to touch the jacket. It seemed comfortable enough, and it would certainly fit her. She made the internal decision that her physical safety was much more important than the history of the jacket.
     
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    The moment footsteps coming down the steps could be heard,Vincent turned his head to see what Dakota had chosen to change into. Odd that she chose everything that he did. His jeans were not skinny but they were black like hers. His shirt was white just as she had hers. And the fact that they would both have black jackets only solidified the look as if they were an item. Vincent said nothing on the subject and left it at "You look good." Before he thought about getting up he heard her mention how he was laying. He tilted his head in wonder and said "French? Wait what?" He stood and let out a yawn,reaching down to slip his hand underneath his shirt,lifting it up to scratch at his chest showing a bit of his cross shaped tattoo on his left pectoral. He had not gotten much sleep last night. Not that he would tell Dakota, but Amanda was a hell cat. She screamed closer to what sounded like torture victim levels and he wondered if it was exaggerated for Mike or if she really was that extreme. The tossing and turning on a matress on the ground didn't help either.

    After feeling a bit of satisfaction he decided to let his arm drop. His shirt followed after to let go of his clothes after the second step to let them go back to normal. A couple of steps in her direction was all he needed to grab the jacket from the countertop. He would not have her little need for thrills ruin such perfect and fair skin. He didn't wait to ask her to help her into it. Instead he moved in to signal it with the jacket coming around her shoulders. It was a bit looser than he had expected. Dakota definitely had her body in condition. He would need to get her something better if she continued to want to go out for rides with him.

    Vincent waited for her arms to come through the sleeves before turning her to face him. Firmly he pulled her by her jacket to get a feel if the jacket would be good enough for today. as the zipper came up it tightened some but it was obvious that Dakota definitely had more of a body than the previous owner of the jacket. He inched closer to Dakota and heard the sound of buzzing before he could make another comment. Jared had begun his second round of calls. Vincent reached for her phone. Her round ass in her tight jeans made what came only intensify in sensation. His hand reached for her phone at her back pocket. When his hand reached the first time his fingers only made contact with her round ass,letting his hand try and redeem itself by not making another overly aggressive touch by taking the phone and pressing the volume down button until the sound was no more. One look at the jacket and he noticed that hers had no pockets. Style over practicality. A struggle women tended to face. Without a single word he waved the phone from side to side slightly before sliding it into his jacket pocket. "No I don't have a key but you're going out with me now and tonight. I think we can hold off on it til tomorrow. We should go."

    Again Vincent reached around to hold Dakota closely again. It seemed boundaries were something him and the blonde would need to talk about at some point if she ever felt a need to complain. Vincent either seemed to not care about them or was completely oblivious to the fact that he continued to touch her in familiar ways. The walk outside was short. With everything now inside, only the V-Rod waited for them out near the sidewalk. Vincent quickly sat himself down the moment he was beside it and turned the engine on. The violent sounds of the chopper starting up were heard and the turning of the throttle only made the sound echo through the streets slightly. The power behind the engine made the bike almost bounce slightly with how much lower to the ground the thick wheels were.

    Vincent waited until Dakota joined him. The vibrations from the chopper only seemed to become more violent the moment the second rider got on. Vincent put his helmet over his head and turned to make sure Dakota had done the same. Vincent reached into his jacket pocket and grabbed his shades before leaning in to make sure she heard him. "I left my jacket open. I'm told it's easier to hold on to me than to my jacket. Too slippery. Just make sure you hold on tight and trust me. I'll never let anything happen to you if you trust me enough not to." Vincent turned back to face the road in front of him and some of the other students that lived in this area had come out to see what the commotion was. They had no idea of Vincent's move or the fact that a biker was now going to be waking up the neighborhood. It was not til he felt her fingertips touch and his arms tighten around him that he would go. The first place he had in mind to drive her by was the beach. It was nice enough out and he figured that the sight of the ocean her first time at the back of a Harley was something she would not forget.
     
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    The clueless look on Vince's face in response to her Titanic reference made it clear that he'd never seen the movie. To be fair, the only reason she'd seen it was because her mother had loved the film. When her mother had gotten a DVD set of the movie with tons of bonus material, Dakota had been 8 years old and she and her mother had watched every minute of material.

    "Old movie reference, nevermind," she said. Uncultured swine she thought, sarcastically, holding in a smirk. She was easily distracted from her train of thought as Vince's absent-minded gesture exposed inked skin. While she'd gotten a little too good of a view earlier, she couldn't keep her eyes from drinking in the sight while it lasted, though she did give herself a mental Down Girl as he invaded her space again. What was with him? Did he just not understand what Personal Space was? And why the hell did she have such a problem with telling him to back the hell up? Even while she thought this, she moved as directed and let him zip her into the jacket. It was a little big on her, but that wasn't a surprise. While she had curves for an athlete, she wasn't thick by any means. It fit her fine in the shoulders and the sleeves were the right length, though, so it would work. She wondered what type of girl he normally went for, considering the proportions the jacket was meant to suit didn't fit her own. Clearly someone bustier than her. Dakota had wished for larger breasts up until she got to college. Then, Volleyball had gotten difficult enough that she was glad to not have to fight her body to make the game easier. Still, filling out shirts more would have been nice, but she thought her piercings wouldn't look as good if she were bigger, so you win some, you lose some.

    *Bzzt* *Bzzt* *Bzzt*

    Dakota flinched when she felt her phone go off in her pocket and Theory of a Dead Man's Bad Girlfriend started playing from her pocket. She wasn't ready to have Jared screaming in her ear because Vincent hadn't packed his shit back into the big van outside. Her thoughts didn't get any farther than that because Vince reached behind her and snagged her phone, silencing the ringer before she could speak a word of protest. Her eyes were wide with surprise and a bit of incredulity. Who the hell did he think he was, taking her phone like that?

    "...You're going out with me now and tonight..."

    Dakota blinked at him in surprise. Tonight? When had she agreed to anything more than a bike ride? Again, she was too shocked to get a word in as he tucked her into his side and lead her out. It was all she could do to grab the smaller helmet off the counter before he ushered her out. Damn it, he was getting an earful when she finally found her voice, she thought. For now, though, it seemed to have left her, and she was too caught up in the moment to really fight to get it back. When he let her go, she stayed where she was and watched him get the bike started. She was surprised by just how loud it actually was, and the power the noise suggested made her stomach do flips and her heart flutter. She was actually going to get on the back of a freaking bike. Holy hell. She wished she had a photo to commemorate the moment, but Vince had her phone, so she didn't have any selfie opportunities. Once he looked settled, she pushed her fingers through her hair to make sure it wouldn't end up in her eyes and pulled the helmet over her head. It fit perfectly, and made her feel a little safer, but it didn't take away from the adrenlaine rush as she swung her leg over the bike and settled in behind Vince. She was careful to keep her legs away from the exhaust pipes and put her arms around Vince when she was told. Well, she placed her hands on his hips to start, but as the engine revved and the vibration from it sent tingles through her entire being, she snaked her hands forward until her fingertips touched at the center of his stomach.

    When Vince took off, Dakota's entire body tensed. She couldn't decide if she was terrified or exhilarated, but her nails digging slightly into Vince's abs would have clued him in to the fact that the blond at his back was not in the least bit relaxed.
     
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    Vincent enjoyed his rides out along the coast. For some reason he always finds himself returning to the coast even when he pushes towards the city freeway,but that was too dangerous for a first ride with Dakota. He wanted to ease her into it and the clawing at his abs only told him that it was the best course of action. Vince knew the best thing to do was to take the longer and more scenic route. The chopper was making enough engine noises he was sure. A quick and sudden turn would be the only thing he would force Dakota through. Having a passenger at his back was actually more enjoyable than he remembered. Not that he would remind himself,but Xavier got a bike primarily for the female passenger at his back. The aesthetic alone was something that was pleasing to the eyes. The feeling of the woman pulling at him was pleasing. The vibrations of the bike with the shudder of their recoil against her body and having it rub against his. It was something that he was not able to be explained in words without it sounding completely and utterly perverted.

    After the quick turn down a side road was taken,Vince reached for the hands of Dakota. The sharp turn was to add a bit of thrill as well as to let her know that there are worse things than just the ride. The ride was the lull. The bit you just back and enjoyed. The moment the two got past a couple of large trees,the grass began to shift to sand and the rocky terrain the trees hid began to form. Light patches of grass could be seen but the sand began to overtake all that was not run down by concrete. The view of the sea was starting to come into view. The light sparkles of sunshine coming off the water was just beginning to come into view as well as the collection of people looking like nothing more than collections of ants in the sand. Vincent pointed in their direction to let her know where he was taking her. They were not going into the water,but there was a decent burger joint down near the pier. As well as a couple of small shops lined up for anyone visiting from out of town. The ride down the sloped hill was peaceful. There were cars on the road,but more heading away from the beach than towards it like they were. The school year had just begun and all the students stressing were back at home,all those partying were still recovering from last night's bash and resting for tonight's flood of booze. There was really no better time than now to take her down here. He only hoped that she was enjoying the ride as much as he was.

    The buzzing. Vincent normally checked his phone when there was a call out of habit when riding and this time he found himself fighting instinct knowing two things. One. Dakota was still new to him. Seeing his dangerous behaviors without knowing just how safe a ride he was,was not something he wanted leaning more to dangerous than safe. And Two. It wasn't his phone. The pattern the phone shook in. It was not how his phone vibrated. Not to mention his phone was smaller than the phone that Dakota had. Vince could only imagine it was the crazy boyfriend looking to cause more trouble. He was not wrong. Jared was on his twelfth text message on the same tangent. "Why are you ignoring me? You a child. I could have anyone and I chose you. Do you even really care about me? and the most popular topic "Why aren't you opening the god damn door. Let me in." Not quite all in those words but definitely all the same topics. Not that either of them knew,but taking this ride saved them both a lot of pain that they would have had to endure should they have stayed home.

    The beach that was once at a distance was quickly no more than a five minute ride away and Vince slowed down his speed now that they were moving to a more populated area. While on the abandoned road he let his tendency to go over the speed limit show. There was no greater pleasure than speeding down the highway on a motorcycle. But as the two turned into the parking area,the bike slowly eased into the spot nearest the steps leading up to the store and restaurant fronts at the pier. Vincent turned the bike off and decided to stand before turning and sitting back down on the bike,straddling it so he faced Dakota instead of continued to have his back to her. His dark eyes stayed trained on her to make sure she was alright. His turn and speed may have been a bit too much. It may have been what she needed. He didn't quite know just yet. "So...tell me what you thought? Did you enjoy it? Hope you don't mind the scenery. Riding here is one of my favorite things to do. The pier always looks like bikers often tell others when describing going to a place near the beach. That and they have a burger place we can check out after we look around the shops."
     
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    Dakota was more than a little thankful when Vince skipped the onramp to the highway. Logically, she knew that they weren't going all that fast, but that didn't stop her from feeling like the scenery around them blurring past her in a way that it just didn't when she was in a car. Without the safety of the iron cage of ac ar around her, she felt vulnerable in a way she wasn't accustomed to. She was much more exhilarated than scared, and was just starting to adjust to things when she felt the world tilt on its axis. She squealed in terror as he took the turn, the cry turning into a trill of delighted laughter after she''d realized he'd only taken a harp turn and had not actually been about to tank the bike. Vince's hand covered hers on his stomach and she worked to disengage her maicured nails from his abs.

    So distracted by the whole experience of being on the bike, she didn't realize where they were going until they'd nearly arrived. Deeds was definitely someone who loved the beach. She liked outdoors in general, really, but the beach had a special place in her heart, though it had in large part to do with
    Volleyball. She had been wide-eyed the entire ride, and she felt like her face was going to crack from smiling so much. She hadn't even realized she had been grinning so hard until she saw the pier and realized she couldn't smile any bigger than she was. The fear had faded and all that was left was excitement. The buzz of the bike seemed to have her whole body tingling with the thrill of it, and the excitement wasn't entirely adrenaline, either. She defintiely felt more heated than she had any right to be. God, was she developing a fettish? She hoped not.

    As soon as the bike was parked, Dakota hopped off. It wasn't as graceful of a move as she would have liked, but Vince didn't see it since his back was t to her. She took the helmet off with shakey hands as Vince turned to face her. Dakota's cheeks were colored with her excitement, eyes bright and wide, lips parted to ease her excited breaths. If she hadn't put on the lightly padded bra her nipples and their piercings would have been right on display. As it was, they were only noticable if you knew they were there. In spite of the being off the bike, her body still felt all a-tingle. At his question, she just gave him a wolfish grin and said, "The beach is definitely in my top 5 places to be. And the ride was great." She held the helmet against her hip and eyed him up and down. Straddling the bike like he was, he looked like he was about to pose for a photo. It gave her an idea.

    "I've gotta commemorate the moment. You mind snapping a photo of me," she asked, assuming his cooperation. He still had her phone, so he could easily snap a photo of her from it. She didn't put a passcode on the device, much to the chagrin of her peers.

    When Vince moved out of the way, she took up the pose he had, straddling the bike with her back to the handlebars. She put the helmet in front of her on the seat that she'd been in the whole ride. She was so small, so it wasn't any big feat for her to pick up her legs and cross them, choosing the childish pose over a sexy look. She 'cheesed' at Vince and then hopped off the bike. Maybe when she was feeling a little more confident she'd bribe Amanda into sneaking a fun little photoshoot on the bike when Vince was too busy to notice.

    "Alright. Feed me," she said, feeling a little more like herself now that she'd gotten the thrill out of her system, and sobered herself some with the photo. She did make sure to stay out of her roommate's reach as she approached, stopping just short of what a natural reach would be. If he tried to snag her waist again, she'd dodge. He'd met her boyfriend today, and in spite of the fact that Jared hadn't acted at all respectable, she wanted to respect the fact that she was in a relationship. That meant not letting her hot biker roomie tuck her into his side like some possessive chauvanist. Even if it was a little hot.

    She offered him a grin and held out her hand for her phone, wanting to pocket it. She wasn't ready to answer Jared yet, but it felt weird to not be in possession of her own phone.
     
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    The moment that the bike came to a stop there was almost a jolt of electricity that seemed to make its way through Dakota that forced her off the bike and on her feet. The giggles and signs of glee were signs enough that she had enjoyed the ride. A sign that he would be called on to give her those rides after all. All his questions were answered for a change. It seemed like the glee had not only forced the smile and giggles out of the blonde. Vincent went to stand and the moment he was up Dakota was back on the bike asking for a picture of all things. Sure it was a moment to remember but it was not one that he was used to remembering by an actual photograph. Then again the only pictures that he ever took were ones that exes forced and roped him into. It was a small favor to ask of him so he decided to grant her,her wish.

    Vincent grabbed Dakota's phone and again the phone lit up with another call from Jared. Vincent swiped to ignore and it was not til he did it that he noticed that he may have very well made a mistake. Not directly affecting him,but more a thorn that would stab at the side of Dakota if Jared proved to be vindictive. Not wanting to add any worry to Dakota's face after seeing her truly enjoy something for the first time, Vincent quickly opened up the camera app and noticed that after the swipe the phone opened itself right up for him.

    After waiting for her to get posed, Vincent made sure to take a picture of her in the angle of both the pier and the beach behind her. Her pose was a very different take that most woman had,but it was not terrible. Vincent was quick to hand her, her phone to show her the picture. In reality the phone had become like a burning brick in his hand after the amount of attention that it seemed to be acquiring from Jared alone. What Vincent didn't know was that her other friends had also been sending her notifications but none compared to the numbers that Jared seemed to be making so the rest seemed drowned out in the sea of white noise that was Jared's message and phone call feed.

    After handing Dakota her phone, Vincent began to walk in the direction of the steps that lead up towards the pier. Vincent took both the helmets and held them in his right hand away from the blonde making sure he wouldn't constantly be thunking the helmets against her thigh with each step. He noticed that Dakota was a bit further away from him as they walked but said nothing about it. Vincent automatically assumed that after a ride she would want some space. Today in particular they seemed to share a large amount of physical contact. More than he normally shared with a stranger.

    After making their way up the steps to the shops on the pier, Harry's Bar and Grill was leaving it white smoke trail just over the other shops. Vincent was in no rush. Seeing as Dakota was keeping out of reach, Vincent began to walk ahead of her trying to guide her without outright pushing her in his direction. After turning a corner from an obvious straight line to Harry's, Vince began to walk towards a small shop with a surf board being used as a table over a couple of stools. Above it was a large replica of shaved ice cones with a bit of red syrup being poured over the top of it. Vince took a seat and looked around at the many syrup flavor bottles laid out besides a giant chunk of ice. Vince raised his hand to get the waitress' attention before saying "Grape and cherry mixed in one. And my friend can ask for hers." Vince waited until Dakota finally joined him and said "Order one. I want to go take a look at the stores around here before we eat. There is an old surf shop that sells band shirts and old santeria charms I like to look around in. Don't believe in it much so with the fear part out they have some cool stuff. Maria can tell you all about her piercings and tats as well. She keeps pointing me towards her artist so she may do the same to you."

    Vincent grabbed his cone and paid for his and Dakota's. Whether she would take it or not. If not then it would just be another to enjoy on their walk to the shop. It definitely felt like the weather to enjoy some shaved ice. Not even an hour out and Vince's shirt was already beginning to cling to his body. "You ever think about it? As you saw I have a bit of ink on me. Was thinking about finally filling out the rest of my upper body at the very least. What about you? Mike tells me your dad is a strict one so I am guessing he would ground you?" Vince chuckled thinking that the punishment would not fit the crime not knowing it wouldn't but it would not be the mild end of the spectrum either.
     
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    Dakota was grateful to not have to carry the helmets. She noticed that he held them on the opposite side than she was walking, but she didn't get any closer to him as they walked up the pier. Her phone buzzed in her back pocket, but the sound was off thanks to Vince's actions earlier, so it was easy to ignore. She let Vince lead her along, surprised when he took a turn towards the snow cone place. She sat with him when flagged down the waitress, figuring they were stopping for more than just a second, and smiled when he told her to pick a flavor.

    ""Pineapple, Passion Fruit, Mango," she listed off, "one of those... or all of them." She shrugged and offered the waitress a grin before turning her attention to Vince as he continued to speak. She felt a chill of fear when he mentioned Santeria. Her father, being the Good Christian that he was, had given Dakota the view on the pantheistic cult that it was more akin to statism or child sacrifice or something. She had never really looked into it as it never crossed her mind except for the few times her father thought to condem it to her.

    Dakota thanked Vince for the snow cone and smiled as the asked her if she'd thought about getting tatted, and pointed out his own ink. Oh, she'd surely noticed it alright. She couldn't entertain the idea of getting her own, though. It was one thing to hide her peircings from him, but tattoos? She did her best not to recall darker times and giggled at Vince instead. "Grounding me? That is an understatement,"she told him through her light laughter. "He'd lock me away while trying to find rates for tattoo removal if he didn't skin me alive, first," she told him in a joking tone.

    It wasn't too far from the truth, she thought, fairly sure that he'd, in a misguided attempt to remove the ink, would try to sandpaper it off her or something crazy, and then lock her away until he could find a doctor to remove the tattoo. But, maybe that was a little extreme, she thought. He hadn't raised a hand to her in nearly two years. Granted, she'd kept an impeccable record since moving out of the house. There were less opportunities to get on his bad side when she wasn't under the same roof as him, after all.

    "My Dad is beyond strict. But he lives far enough away that I don't really have to worry much," she informed him with a shrug. She took a taste of the cool treat and hummed in a pleased way as the tropical flavor blessed her tongue.
     
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    Vincent looked at Dakota as she began to talk about her and her father's relationship. He was joking in it's entirety and it seemed like she was at first. But ever since he was mentioned there seemed to be a sort of looming on her part. Vince just blamed it on bringing up a sore topic when they were trying to enjoy each other's time. As the light humming of Dakota began, he got an idea. Vince took another bite of the cone and stood up. Without saying a word he took Dakota's hand and gestured her to get up with him.

    The edge of the pier would be best. The waitress was cute and all but he figured that it was more a pleasure for him than for her. Not to mention the fact the change in scenery might be a better one. Vincent let go of Dakota's hand the moment she got up and hoped she would follow along. Their little trip was taking far longer than expected anyway. The walk to the edge of the pier was short. The shaved ice shop was near the edge as it was and once they got there, there was a view of the beach and the many students who decided to visit it.

    Vince leaned against the wooden post and looked out towards the water and the sand trying to relax a bit. His eyes turned to look at Dakota and scanned her up and down. She still wore the same goofy smile so part of him knew she was fine. Probably just overreacted earlier when she dragged on her talk about her dad. Either way they ended up in a better spot to enjoy the blazing hot afternoon.

    Vincent reached for his phone and waited for Dakota to take time to look off the edge of the pier much like he did. It was basic human nature to find a need to look over that edge and take it all in. Vincent waited and just as she looked off there was a loud snap of the phone and a new wide smirk on the face of Vincent. The blonde was a cute one. Her in her tight jeans and leather jacket. It only added to the effect.

    "Look at you. Almost as if it belonged on a calandar. You look good but I still think a tattoo or two would only make you look better. Come on, D. Live a little." Vince smirked and raised an eyebrow as he got back besides her to show her the picture. Or so he made it seem. The prod was a hope to distract her. Telling Dakota to live a little when she already had a new experience. He only wondered if what Mike told him about her was true. When he returned to her side it was not a photo of her that waited but a reflection of them as he got closer and again another snap of a picture.

    The snap was loud and obvious and Vince snickered only to take a step away and hold his phone away from her to say "Since we are stuck living with each other now I think it's only customary I get your number. I already went the extra mile and am getting you lunch so let me know my effort here is not going to waste. Oh and you can get a copy of these when I get it....How about we go check the shop out and go eat,hmm? I can take the long way home after." The extra bit of bribery of a longer ride was an attempt to mask the way he asked for her number. But it was deliberate. There was something about Dakota that made Vincent want to press and poke at her. He had a feeling like it was either done too much to her. Or just not enough.
     
  17. Dearestmine

    Dearestmine Passion, Heat, Sweat, Madness Member

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    There he was, touching her again. Why did he act so familiar? It wasn't that she really minded, it was that she was confused about the fact that she didn't mind. Dakota didn't have time to stew on it as she set her mind to following him and taking in their surroundings. She couldn't be upset when she was at the beach. The sun felt good, and the iced treat was perfect on the hot day. She wished she could just lay out on the beach or get in the water. She considered it for a moment. When the tide was high, and you got a running start, you could jump off the pier safely as long as you remembered not to let yourself drop to the bottom once you hit the water.

    It was one of her and Jared's first dates; coming out to the pier in the middle of the night after a show. She'd wanted to show off for him. During the walk from the strip of bars to the beach she'd checked the tide charts to make sure ti was safe enough-- the tide had been on its way out, but only for an hour. He was chatting and smoking with the guys while they walked, not paying any attention to her. It allowed her to fall back once they hit the boardwalk. She'd stripped out of the frayed shorts and artfully torn band teeshirt she'd worn for his show, down to the underwear she carefully chosen for the evening (full coverage, in case there was wardrobe malfunction during the concert, but with enough lace to still be sexy if she decided to let Jared to go home with her later). She'd kept her sneakers on to protect her feet, staying behind the group until they got to the pier. As soon as they stepped foot on it, she ran full-sprint for the end and vaulted off it, letting out a battle cry on the way down. She'd scared the living hell out of everyone in the group, but was met with laughter and cheers when she surfaced.

    It wouldn't due to try that in the middle of a Saturday, and as she leaned over the edge of the pier standing on bottom of the rail while gripping the top, she saw that the tide was too low anyway. She wouldn't want to inspire some asshole kids or get arrested for reckless behavior or something, especially not while out with her new roommate. The thought did make her smirk, though. Would he be scared, or follow? Dakota was distracted from her thoughts as Vince's phone made a camera shutter noise. She blinked up in surprise at him, and felt heat creep up her neck at the compliment, then indignation at the 'live a little' comment. "Hey! I'll have you know that I'm a thrill seeker, not suicidal," she told him with a laugh in her voice. She didn't think he'd read too much into the comment. Who didn't exaggerate and say their parents would kill them if they got a tattoo? She reached for the phone, but he snatched it away. It wasn't that she didn't think she was photogenic, but candid shots were always hit or miss. She huffed and waited impatiently for him to bring the phone back to her so she could see the photo, and made a small squawk of surprise when he snapped another photo instead of showing her the previous. "Vince!" she admonished, but there was no bite to her words.

    Dakota couldn't help but roll her eyes at his ploy to get her number. He couldn't have just asked? It was fun, though, so she wasn't complaining. She played along and let out a long-suffering sigh. "Give you my number? Why on earth would I do a sensible thing like that? You're my roommate! It's not like you might need my contact information for any reason, like ever," she said and lev"I'll eled him with a sarcastic, deadpan look. She was used to being teased, and could take it as well as dish it. She had gotten a little bit of a mouth on her since leaving her father's house. Since she didn't have to be so careful with her words without him or his spies looming around, she could relax and have fun, and even poke fun at others right back. "I'll think about it," she said with shrug, feigning disinterest as she turned to head back towards the boardwalk. By that point, all the good flavor from her snow cone had gone to the bottom, so she busied herself with grabbing the ball of ice from the top and tossing it over the pier before tilting the paper cone to her lips and sipping the tropical fruit juice from it. She didn't know where the shop he wanted to go to was, but was counting on him to pull ahead of her with those longs legs of his and lead the way.
     
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  18. Geo

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    The little show that followed the pictures were something that seemed to catch the attention of the few that decided to stop and stare while the blonde was snapped and taken for a minor photo shoot at the pier. While the number of people turning and staring were small their eyes were felt. Although Vincent seemed to be the only one of the two that seemed to feel them. Then again. Dakota was still lost in the moment and,although she was loud, it was obvious she was enjoying herself. At least to an extent which told Vincent his actions were not things gone too far. Vincent turned to look at the people watching them before turning to Dakota while she began to play along with the way Vincent asked for her number. A little on the dramatic side on his end but he did want to snap the blonde back to her more joyful self. With a bit of embarrassment to boot.

    "Oh...So you are going to turn me down in front of all these people? And to think we had something special." Vincent turned with Dakota and began to walk towards Sangria. The Bayside Rockhouse. Vincent of course chose to walk through the people that stared at the two so diligently after their debute performance with Vincent making sure only to add to the ideas forming in their head. As they passed what looked like a couple on a stroll he made sure to say "You are lucky you're cute. All the abuse I deal with. I don't know how I manage." A light giggle leaving the girls lips as she began to pull at man's hand,pulling him in front of the two as she began to almost cling onto his arm with each step." I remember when we used to be like that..." The laughter Vincent was trying to contain was only getting that much harder to contain but the dark haired man kept his cool as best as he could. Although he was complaining. It sounded playful. Much like a passive way to ask for attention with a joking tone. They weren't even dating but Vincent only seemed to be planting that idea to every person he lead her through up until the store sign began to shine up ahead.

    Vincent pushed the bead door apart and was the first one inside. Inside it looked much like the other shack stores on the pier. For the most part it looked like your basic dark rock store. Piles and piles of local rock band CDs and t-shirts besides the more mainstream bands like Metallica and iron maiden. While Vincent was not much a rocker himself. The lifestyle was something he always seemed to enjoy. Plus the smell of the incense they always burned was something that was pleasing to him.

    "It's my treat today. But in return. You need to help me find something for myself as well. Don't worry. All the darker stuff is in the back room with the Santeria stuff. Up front. It's just your regular rocker palace. Mike and his girl told me your boyfriend is in a band. You think he gave any of his stuff to get sold here like all the other local bands?" Curiosity seemed to be pulling Vincent in a direction he told himself he would avoid. He mentioned the devil. The same one that was had taken his break from spamming his girlfriend's phone after over twenty calls and almost twice as many text messages. Vince didn't know much about Jared. All he knew was he liked rock,cute blondes and he was a bit of dick. Anything else was left to be shown or told by Dakota but the only times he would ask would be by accidents in moments like these.
     
  19. Dearestmine

    Dearestmine Passion, Heat, Sweat, Madness Member

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    Dakota was very much enjoying the silly banter between them. It was very different from their past encounters. Well, they hardly said two words to each other up to this point as it were so anything would be different than nothing! But normally Dakota was tongue-tied and reserved around him because she found him so attractive and intimidating. This side of him was... well, it was endearing and not at all hunky or swoony. It made her feel a lot more comfortable; at least, for the moment. She giggled and right before they went into the store and lost sight of the young couple, she stage-whispered to them, "Don't fart in front of each other! It's all down hill from there!" She fought the urge to cackle as she followed Vince into the store.

    "They've got a few Demos and EPs out," Dakota told him, going over to the alphabetized CDs. She pulled from the F section a white case with black ink designs that looked a lot like blood spatter that spelled out Fated Divided on the cover. On the back was a black and white photo of Jared and his 4 bandmates in front of the white van they used to tow their gear. "They were talking to Reprise records but I think the deal must have fell through because Jared hasn't mentioned it in a while." She shrugged it off, trying not to dwell on her moody significant other. He was being a real headcase today, and she didn't understand why. She wanted to smooth things over with him, but that had to wait. For now, she wanted to cool off from the drama and try to get over her raging attraction to her roommate. She hoped that getting to know him would make it easier to friend-zone him. Not that she would ever cheat, but it felt wrong to be lusting to heartily after someone she lived with while in a relationship.

    Dakota glanced around the store and, true to form, there was a basket of buttons, pins, and stickers. She wanted to find something there. She didn't know Vince well enough to pick out anything big or meaningful, so maybe a silly sticker or button would do.
     
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  20. Geo

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    The moment they walked into the shop there was a burning smell of incense that almost seemed to bother Vincent. It wasn't the smell that bothered him. It was more the fact that it was a cliche at this point. Back home he used to swing by the same old flee market as a kid and all of the set ups always had the burning incense and a couple of anarchist symbols or two. At the very least this place was trying its best to seem a little less "from the hood" and a little more open for everyone to enjoy. Oddly enough the annoying smell came at the same moment when Dakota decided to grace his presence with her first fart joke. He couldn't help but flick her forehead and continue along with her as she began to tell him what it was that her boy Jared had been up to. Reprise records. They were no joke. They were practically what turned "Taste of Full Metal Jackets" and "Bloody Sunday" on the map. He wasn't that big of a fan of either but he couldn't go through his Spotify weekly without one or two coming along.

    "Would you rather gain a hundred bucks or keep a hundred you already had in your pocket? People tend to keep their feelings and reality at an arms reach. Keeps it away when its disappointing. And ready for a quick tug when it isn't." As much as Vince had a bitter taste in his mouth about Jared. Reprise records. He was either talented or lucky. Whichever was working for him seemed to be doing well. Before whatever dragged him through the street seemed to have had its way with him. Before Dakota had too much time to think of or to say anything too witty he flicked her forehead again and said "Don't spend all your money on cocaine and rock and roll while I take a look around alright,kiddo?" After a quick turn and a couple of speedy steps from Dakota, Vincent walked over to the T-shirt area. It was the place closest to the windows and the view of the beach. He began to whisper to himself. Chuckling and looking like a slight mad man as he looked out at nothing muttering to himself.

    3:41 Text from Jared- Hey...Listen. I overreacted. Just come over. We can talk about this like adults. I'm done. I promise.
    3:43 Text From Jared- Are you going to talk to me?
    3:47 Text From Jared- Look who's acting like the adult now... Grow up Dakota.
    3:50 Missed Call From Jared
    3:53 Text From Jared
    - So when I act immature its a problem but when u do it its okay? What a joke.

    After a couple of minutes of searching through the T-shirts, Vince found a couple that he was happy with. Two his size with one saying "I ABSOLUTELY hate everyone. Especially you" and another saying "Mrs. Steal Yo Man." Vince finished paying for both and was quick to toss the second shirt to Dakota. "So? Whats next on your little adventure? I have the gym in a hour so I have enough time for one more stop if you need one. If not I can take you home."
     

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