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 Hit It, Don’t Quit It {DearestMine & Kitten.)

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by kitten., May 22, 2018.

  1. kitten.

    kitten. Darkened Mind Member

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    {A continuation on a new site!}

    Danielle, to say the least, enjoyed exploring more than simple pleasures of vanilla evenings. She loved the idea of being told what to do, even being tied up--the world was her oyster for sexual exploration. She had never brought it up to any partners, but perhaps Morgan would be the one to suggest it. He seemed interesting in more ways than one, and his experience meant that he wasn't likely to be afraid of much. It would be a topic of conversation for the bedroom in the distant future, so she put a pin in the thought to keep at the back of her mind. If Morgan made a move sooner, she wouldn't object, but she also wouldn't initiate it.

    The coy comment on a cupcake only served to make Danielle laugh. A quick eye-roll accompanied it, and she leaned forward on her elbows to look him in the eye. Her tone turned a bit more serious, and she swallowed her dry sandwich bite. "If you were to show up withouta gift to please me, you will have a hard time making it to the bedroom. Do you hear me?" Her brows rose, and she tilted her chin down so she would be looking at him from a slight angle. "Unless you are into a bit of a fight...watch yourself, Morgan!" Her warning rose in pitch near the end of the statement, a dead giveaway of her jesting manners. She sat back, a twitch of a smile pulling at the corner of her lip. "A cupcake will do...but so will a lot of other gifts. It is the thought that counts."

    Danielle took a moment to reflect on Morgan. He was utterly confusing, if she thought about it for a second too long. It made her weary of his intentions when she realized that he didn't have a girlfriend. He certainly had them clinging to him like ticks, that was for sure. He was charming, attractive, attentive, and intelligent, yet he never seemed to settle down with someone. She was unaware of any negative reputations he may have picked up, but that could just be her being out of the loop. She would ask her roommate, who was far more involved in gossip than she ever was. He could be playing with her, she couldn't tell.
     
  2. Dearestmine

    Dearestmine Passion, Heat, Sweat, Madness Member

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    Danielle's response had Morgan working hard to hold in his laughter. He generally had a good poker face, but she was too easy to relax around for him to put up any fronts. He smirked at her and put up his hands in mock surrender when she told him to watch it.

    "Cupcakes, or other thoughtful treats. So noted," he replied with mirth surrounding every word. He eyed her up and down again and gave her a mischievous look as he told her, "I wouldn't want to spoil my chances."

    The gossip mill didn't have a lot on him, considering he rarely slept with the same girl twice, especially not women on their campus. He doubted enough of them talked to each other to make the connection that he ever took his shirt off, but who knew? Guy just didn't talk about that sort of thing. At least, not in his experience; which was a relief, as his teammates were the only ones who saw him shirtless. He avoided the beach like the plague and pools even more so. Keeping his shirt on in the bedroom was tough, but the beach was tougher. He really did love to swim, but unless he was wearing a wetsuit, he wasn't getting in the water with an audience.

    Morgan's phone went off and he glanced at it. SATAN flashed across the screen with a photo of a police car in the background, a tall dark figure standing in front of it in the photo. His father was calling to check in. He didn't want to pick it up, but he didn't want to deal with the backlash of ignoring it, either. His father knew he wasn't in class at this time. Choosing the lesser of the evils, he grabbed his phone and answered with a quick, "One sec," and put it on mute. "I gotta take this," he told her as he gathered his trash and his coffee and stood. He gave her a winning smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes, and asked her, "Call me later, yeah?" He gave her a quick wink and put the phone back up to his ear, unmuting it and giving her a wave. "Yeah Dad?" he asked, then mouthed later to Danielle before turning away to walk towards his next class. Talking to his father would take the entire mile walk across campus. He left Danielle with his hoodie, banking on that being a good excuse for her to come see him later if she needed one. Or, at the very least, a reason to engage with him at their next class together on Wednesday.

    "Don't 'yeah' me, ya little ingrate," Morgan Senior admonished, making Morgan Christian wince.

    "Sorry Sir. What can I do for you," Morgan said softly, and listened to his father rattle off everything he'd done wrong on Friday night's game and not once congratulate him on the win.
     
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  3. kitten.

    kitten. Darkened Mind Member

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    Danielle's eyes flickered towards the sound of sirens, the buzzing of a phone demanding attention. It clearly must have been a rather important call, as Morgan didn't hesitate to answer it and stand up to take it. As much as she wished she knew who was calling, she had an inkling that it was either a coach or a parent. He was so secretive, she had gathered, and it was a trait that struck Danielle in a bad way. It worried her.

    However, before she could truly formulate a coherent opinion on the matter, Morgan was answering and subtly informing her of who he was on the phone with. His dad, someone she hadn't heard much of. She had to remind herself that she truly didn't know much about the hockey player, though it was hard to say when he acted so personal and personable. He had a few quirks, but no more than she did.

    She blew Morgan a playful kiss before standing up herself, discarding of the plastic coffee cup and a few soiled napkins into a bin near the walkway. She slung her bag over her shoulder, then veered off in the opposite direction of Morgan towards her next class.
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    Danielle hadn't even noticed the warm hoodie that she still had on until after she got home, where it occurred to her that it was Morgan's. It smelled so comfortably of him, a soft reminder that she would need to call him again. It would definitely act as an excuse to get the two talking in person, and perhaps by the time she gives it back it would be replaced by her own perfume. After all, she wanted him to think of her more often too. She pushed back the idea of her acting flirtatiously, looking for a way to develop a romantic connection, for that idea scared her. She knew it scared Morgan, too.

    She was aiming for some time within the week to either invite him over or to go and visit his shared house. As much as she loved all of her girlfriends, it was difficult for any of them to plan nights in with any men simply because of each other, and that was a major downfall to sharing such a snug apartment. Danielle had been saving up money to afford the first month, last month, and deposit on a place, and so she was soon planning on leaving for a comfortable - if not a little run down - apartment that would be closer to her morning campus classes. Her job was easy and required no true interaction, though it was time consuming and a slow way to rake in money.
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    Come Wednesday, Danielle conveniently forgot to return the hoodie. She had claimed to leave it at home, and assured Morgan that she would have it for him the next time the two would see one another. She had planned it out, of course, and waited until Friday afternoon to send a text to Morgan. She couldn't remember if it was Friday or Saturday that he had his games, but she was about to find out.

    "Hey, what's up? I'm free tonight and still have your hoodie to return..."

    It was all she sent, a simple text.
     

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