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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Aug 30, 2016 22:06:15 GMT -5
Amanda was a smart enough girl to know he was messing with her, but that didn't ease the unsettled feeling burrowing in the pit of her stomach. She stared off at a random sign on the building behind them squinting slightly to try to make it out from a distance. Anything to distract herself really.
after a few moments, she turned her head back to him, having felt his eyes never wavering from her the whole time, she gazed at him, deciding to take the time to study him as well as he was her. She took in his wavy hair pulled back from his face in one of those ghastly man buns which looked surprisingly good on him, and she took in his shoulders and chest, feeling like she was doing something wrong, checking out someone so much younger, but that feeling was quickly forgotten. He may have been 21 but she didn't get that feeling from him. Wise beyond his years, maybe?
"it's a good thing we have such a good repatoire going between us." She spoke up moments later, finally giving in and breaking the silence with sarcasm.
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Post by A. J. Lefabre on Aug 30, 2016 22:14:56 GMT -5
He nodded and watched her watching him. He focused on her eyes as she looked at him, as she seemed to drink him in the same way he'd been doing to her for most of the time they'd been talking. He watched as she seemed to...was she challenging him? Was she trying to prove to him that she wouldn't wilt under his gaze anymore? He smiled, pleased, and thought to himself: 'She's a brat.'
"I'm sure my aunt Marti would be rolling her eyes at us right about now, if she were here," he finally said, curious now to see how she would react when she realized that the young man that had been ogling her on a roof-top--and whom she'd been ogling--was the nephew of the woman she worked with.
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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Aug 30, 2016 22:26:28 GMT -5
"Aunt Marti? Martin Stanton?" Oh great. So, not only was she blantedly checking out a kid, but the kid was was the nephew of her friend. Yeah, that made her feel even more comfortable. "thats....interesting."
her voice trailed off and she went silent again, watching him. She had no idea why she hadn't walked away by now. She had no idea how much time had passed since she had stopped to listen to him play, but it had been awhile and she she was sure she could count on one hand the words he had said to her. She knew he was baiting her, toying with her even, and she wasn't sure why she was still there allowing it to happen. Normally a man like this would drive her insane and she would have walked away by now, but something about him was intriguing her enough to try going head to head. Amanda was no wallflower, but he still made her shift uncomfortably,
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Post by A. J. Lefabre on Aug 30, 2016 22:40:38 GMT -5
"Interesting? You think so?" he posited back at her. Yes, he was still toying with her a bit. His brow furrowed. "Why, you think she'll have a problem with you going full cougar on her nephew?" he asked without so much as the bat of a eye-lash. He simply laid it right out in the open. Sure, he'd already undressed her in his mind and, he suspected, she'd at least started doing the same. But through-out their whole non-conversation, that blatantly mutual objectification had gone unspoken. At least, it had until A.J. ripped the band-aid off and tore to shreds any semblance or claim of subtlety.
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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Aug 31, 2016 6:59:21 GMT -5
"What makes you think I'm going to go full on cougar on you?" She wasn't sure if she felt insulted that he referred to her a a cougar or not. She didn't feel that old, and she didn't think she looked that old either, but apparently she looked her age of 31. Well, that was a bit of a blow to the ego.
she knew she had been checking him out and, she would admit to herself, would probably do more than just that in her mind if she would allow herself to, but she hadn't thought she was being completely obvious about it. His guy had quite the ego, it seemed, but she supposed if you looked like you just stepped off the pages of an underwear ad, you probably had that right. Amanda shifted again, stretching out her legs to dangle over the edge as he was doing, sitting directly across from him as she looked at him. He was obviously calling her out, so there was no need to try to be discret about things. He was gorgeous and she wasn't blind.
"I prefer Puma to Cougar though. I'm not quite that old yet," she added with a little laugh, showing she hadn't taken offence. She wasn't denying it either.
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Post by A. J. Lefabre on Aug 31, 2016 18:57:23 GMT -5
"Well, that's okay," A.J. said, shrugging off her preference for the word 'puma' over 'cougar.' Then, lifting his hands out of his lap so that he could climb to his feet, he stood up on the ledge and stretched. With his his fingers interlaced together and his arms pointing up to the sky, A.J. let out a long, satisfied groan as he arched his back and stretched his muscles. "I'm not really the kinda guy that lets himself get seduced by older women," he said then jumped down and landed back on the surface of his roof.
He turned, then, to head back to where his violin, the case, the MP3 player and his shirt lay. He made it a few steps before turning around and smirking at the beautiful brunette standing on the roof of the building next door. "I do the seducing," he added with a wink, obviously finishing the statement that, just a moment ago, unmistakably sounded like an insult.
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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Aug 31, 2016 19:11:46 GMT -5
She watched as he stretched, her eyes following every flex of every muscle as he did. He truly was a gorgeous specimen. Nothing was said when he said he wasn't seduced by older women and she felt her face flush in that instant. She knew she was older, but damn, it had never been thrown in her face in quite that way before.
she slipped off her ledge, preparing to walk away when she heard him speak again. She turned slightly, caught his wink and altogether felt off kilter. What kind of game was this guy playing anyway? He definitely seemed to want to have the upper hand here and despite her usual demeanour, her strong will, he was succeeding. She felt rather discombobulated right now.
"okay..." She trailed off, her eyes still fixed on him. "I guess that's good to know?"
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Post by A. J. Lefabre on Aug 31, 2016 19:18:09 GMT -5
A.J. simply nodded then turned back to pack up his violin and turn off the MP3 player. Tossing his shirt over one shoulder and taking his violin case in one hand and the MP3 player and portable speakers in the other, he started back to the skylight of his loft. "I'll be back up here tonight, about 2:30 in the morning. Maybe I'll see you then," he said as he stepped through the skylight and stood on the top step of the wooden staircase that led back into his apartment.
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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Aug 31, 2016 19:47:38 GMT -5
"Yeah. Maybe." Amanda replied, still feeling a little out of sorts about everything. She wasn't a stupid girl, nor was she nieve to the many ways of the world, but there was something very compellimg and stimulating about him that she couldn't quite out her finger on. She didn't know if she should be intrigued by him, or scared to death of him and that feeling of indecision confused her.
She had a live taping of Mic Drop that night, which usually ended up being a pretty late night what with the after party the studio always had which they were expected to be at, and it wasn't exactly in character for her to climb onto roofs to meet up with scary hot 21 year olds either. She had never really acted spontaneously in her 20s, was always very driven and focused on her work, so acting silly and impulsively wasn't something she considered easily.
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Post by A. J. Lefabre on Aug 31, 2016 19:55:31 GMT -5
"I'll see you around soon, Amanda St. Croix," he said. The grin he wore and the tone with which he spoke her were infused with that never-failing confidence, confidence in himself and that he would, in fact, be seeing her around and that he would be seeing her soon. Then, with that said, A.J. Lefabre descended the steps and disappeared through the skylight and into his apartment.
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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Aug 31, 2016 20:00:09 GMT -5
And it was in that very moment, as he decended into his apartment, Amanda realized she still didn't even know his name.
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