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Post by A. J. Lefabre on Sept 3, 2016 8:27:19 GMT -5
"The same could be said for you, Amanda St. Croix," he answered.
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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Sept 3, 2016 8:38:54 GMT -5
"Hmm," Amanda all but purred with a smile. Purred? Where did that come from? She didn't purr....did she? She flushed slightly and shifted in her seat, unsure of what to say. What if she opened her mouth and like, she proposed? Or what if she was beyond making any normal, human sounds and could only purr?
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Post by A. J. Lefabre on Sept 3, 2016 11:37:36 GMT -5
Silence descended over the pair again. Odd how they seemed to spend more time silently watching each other than they did actually talking. Instead, they both seemed to be sitting in quiet contemplation of each other. A.J. gaze continued to dance over Amanda, quietly appreciating how attractive he found her. "You look beautiful," he said, finally breaking the silence.
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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Sept 3, 2016 11:45:45 GMT -5
"Thank you," she replied softly, gazing up at him from under her dark eyelashes, almost shyly. It amazed her how she felt in his presense, as though she were a teenager all over again. Normally someone older would be the confident one, the one to take charge of things, but for whatever reason, she felt flustered around AJ. She was used to attractive men, but this guy was just ridiculous. Did he realize how he looked?
"you,look pretty good yourself," she added, reaching up and after a moments hesitation, pushed a long ringlet behind her shoulder. She had almost reached out and touched his hair, but managed to stop herself before she completely humiliated herself. She basked quietly in the realization that he thought she was beautiful, a fact she wasn't too sure of after their initial interaction on the roof.
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Post by A. J. Lefabre on Sept 3, 2016 22:13:53 GMT -5
A.J. gave her a grateful nod and settled back into his seat, resting one arm on the rest while the hand of the other balanced his glass of bourbon on his thigh. "So, I imagine that if you've been asking around that you have some questions you'd like answers to," he said.
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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Sept 3, 2016 23:17:57 GMT -5
She looked at him and stayed silent for a moment. Did she have questions for him? She wasn't sure. She had wondered about his name, but she knew that now. The only other thing she had wondered was about Wes, and tentatively, she thigh th maybe his interest had been in her.
"I sort of want to know why Wes would think you were checking him out all night, and now you are sitting here with me." She finally said after some hesitation. "Other than that, I just wanted to know your name. Why? Is there something you think I should know about?"
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Post by A. J. Lefabre on Sept 3, 2016 23:31:43 GMT -5
A.J.'s smile suddenly became so wide that he was practically beaming. Was she trying to play with him now? Oh, she's definitely a brat. And that aspect about Amanda St. Croix appealed to A.J. more than her beauty did. Although he hadn't been 'checking out' Wesley Ellis--he'd done that the previous year--her question did present an opportunity.
"Well, if you're asking if I'm gay, the answer is no," he responded then paused to finish off his bourbon and set the empty glass aside on the nearby table. "But I wouldn't classify myself as 'straight' either. I'd say I'm more sexually fluid. On the other hand, if you're asking if I want to fuck your friend, who seems to be taking an awfully long time with those drinks, then I'd have to say the answer to that is 'Not right now, no. But I wouldn't rule it out if my first preference doesn't work out.'"
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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Sept 3, 2016 23:46:50 GMT -5
"And your first preference? What would that be?" She asked him, almost boldly as she sat there watching him. She had heard what he had to say about himself and truly, she was t all that fazed by it.
She he looked over at Ws again, and then looked back at AJ, "he does seem to get taking a while, doesn't he?" She added, licking her lips. 'I'm awfully thirsty."
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Post by A. J. Lefabre on Sept 4, 2016 0:07:23 GMT -5
"My first preference is you," A.J answered with no hint of shame at the bluntness or the directness of his confession. He hadn't exactly been hiding the fact that he found her irresistibly attractive and, while he might evade an implied inquiry or an attempt by someone to elicit information from him or about him without actually asking for it, he wouldn't dodge a direct question. He especially wouldn't do so after inviting someone to ask him any questions they had.
He scooted forward in his chair and leaned forward, resting his arms on his thighs as he drew himself closer to her as if he were going to share a secret with her. When he spoke, the volume of his voice was lowered but nowhere near a whisper and there was no mistaking that he was speaking in a more hushed tone for Amanda's sake and not his own.
"I'm not a fool. I know you're as smart as you are beautiful, Miss St. Croix," he said, his cool blues eyes seemed to burn now as he looked at her, revealing a smoldering intensity that, up until now, had been shrouded in a mysterious calm. "I don't think it's a secret that I'm incredibly attracted to you. And I don't think it's any more of a secret that you're just as attracted to me, even if everything in you've been taught to believe tells you that you shouldn't be. So, I'm just going to lay some of my cards on the table: I want seduce you, Amanda. I want to make you blush with the things I'm thinking about right now as I look at you. And I want make your skin flush when I finally do those things to you. The only question that really matters right now is 'Will you let me?'"
He tilted his head to the side and locked his eyes on hers as he finally asked the question that he'd been leading up to.
"Amanda St. Croix, may I seduce you?"
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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Sept 4, 2016 10:12:34 GMT -5
She truly couldn't have torn her eyes from his, even if she wanted to. She stared at him in surprise, her eyes wide as she stared into his as though she were in a trance. As he spoke to her, she couldn't stop the little shiver that ran through her body. She was no virgin, but she had to admit she had never had anyone talk to her in that way before, let alone to ask her permission for any of it. In a sense, she thought she was surely too old for him. When she lost her virginity at 16, he was only 6 years old so it did make her feel strange, but she was very quickly and conveniently starting to forget that fact. After all, he clearly knew she was older since he had called her a cougar earlier, and if he was okay with that, then she supposed she could be as well.
"ah..." She cleared her throat, squirming a little in her seat as she watched him still. Part of her wished Wes would come back now and save her from having to actually form a reply right now, but another part of her hoped he stayed far, far away.
Clearing her throat once more, and not wanting to seem too desperate for some action, she slowly smiled up at him. "Of course," she finally answered him, a spark igniting in her own blue eyes. "You can always try," she added, almost as a challenge.
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Post by A. J. Lefabre on Sept 4, 2016 19:22:27 GMT -5
A.J. chuckled at her response, clearly amused. "Well, I guess that's better than 'hell no,'" he replied, "Though, I suppose, I can't expect you anything more enthusiastic until after you've learned what it is you'd be signing up for. Which is probably a good decision. I'm not what most people would call 'conventional' and, in all honesty, I think I'd rather get all our cards out on the table sooner rather than later. I'd hate for either of us to get emotionally invested in something that just isn't going to work. So, if you'll allow me, I'd like to take you to dinner this Friday and then, afterward, I can take you to a club that I like to go to once in a while."
He stared at her expectantly and, could be, even hopefully, longing for her to say 'yes.' It was rare for A.J. to introduce someone new to his scene so soon after meeting them. But, then again, it was rare for A.J. to get involved with someone who was outside the scene and given the level of tension and mutual attraction that was building between him and Amanda St. Croix, he would much rather her learn about the scene that played such a large part of A.J.'s life--hell, it was part of his very identity--as soon as possible rather than risk falling for her and having to deal with the sting of rejection if she found herself repulsed by the scene.
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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Sept 4, 2016 19:35:00 GMT -5
Amanda stared at him for a moment and then let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "I feel as though we are in the middle of a business deal or something," she told him, studying him. "And I'm not really sure what to think of any of this, but of course you can take me to supper." She licked her lips and finally dared to reach out, her hand grazing his knee softly.
She had no idea what kind of club he was talking about, and she was really curious about it but wasn't sure if she should ask. She was intrigued and tried thinking of all of the different types of clubs there were that weren't conventional, as he referred to himself. She needed to discuss this with Wes, she thought suddenly, which surprised her. Maybe he would have an idea of what she could look forward to.
"I feel as though I should ask you what I should be wearing for this little field trip if yours," she teased.
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Post by A. J. Lefabre on Sept 4, 2016 19:51:30 GMT -5
A.J. cast his eyes down at where her hand touched his knee but, beyond that, he didn't move a muscle, not even to reach out and touch her her hand back. "It does feel like a business deal, doesn't it," he agreed. It'd been how he felt about it when he'd first been introduced to the scene. It didn't take long, however, for him to realize why it felt that way. "I guess that's probably because it is, in a way. I mean, how many times have you gotten into a relationship with a man only to find out that the prince charming you thought he was was just an act he was putting on. But by the time you've figured that out, you've developed feelings for him or who he was and then you spend the next few months or years trying to get prince charming back before you finally accept that prince charming was just a fraud."
He paused and his smile disappeared as he looked at Amanda with an expression that could only be described as dead serious.
"I'm not into that. I need to trust the woman I'm involved with. Or the man...or the transgender...or whoever. I need to trust that they're going to be honest with me even when they are afraid that what they have to say might hurt me or disappoint me or whatever. Even if being honest with me means telling me that I've hurt them. Especially when it means telling me that I've hurt them.
"So, yeah, I guess it's a little bit like a business deal. I wouldn't do business with someone who lied to me about who they are and I sure as hell don't want to take someone like that to bed with me."
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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Sept 4, 2016 20:01:08 GMT -5
AJ suddenly got so serious and intense, Amanda pulled her hand away from almost as though she were burned. She stared at him, taking a moment to compose her thoughts before she let out a breath. His words made sense, there was no doubt about that. She had been burned by her fair share of men over the years, opening her heart to them only to find out everything she had believed had been an act. There was nothing worse. "Well, I respect that," she admitted to him. "And I understand what you are saying.
she said nothing in regards how his talking about women, men or transgender. She was a pretty open person in regards to all of that, and nowadays, it really wasn't so surprising to hear someone talk like that. Especially here in LA. "And I will have you know that I'm a pretty straight forward person. I don't like bullshit. If you have something to say to me, them say it and don't beat around the bush. I'm too busy to be a mind reader, you know?"
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Post by A. J. Lefabre on Sept 4, 2016 20:11:43 GMT -5
"Don't worry. I will," he said with an affirming nod.
"Sorry, I took so long," Wes said as he reappeared next to them with a trio of drinks in his hands. He handed one off to A.J., who climbed to his feet just as Wes arrived, then another to Amanda. "Apparently sexy-in-a-suit is trumped by fake-boobs-falling-out-of-a-dress with the bartenders around here." He then paused and looked back and forth between Amanda and the young--fuck he was young--man in whose care he'd "left" her. "Am I interrupt--"
"Yeah, well, I guess there's not accounting for tastes sometimes," A.J. remarked, turning toward Wes as he cut him off before he could finish. "And, no, you're not interrupting. I actually need to be heading back. Faith has a pianist that she's been wanting to introduce me to, so I should probably not keep her waiting anymore."
A.J. then turned back to Amanda. "If you have a white dress, I'd like it very much if you'd wear that."
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