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Post by Alexia DeMarco on Apr 7, 2007 9:28:27 GMT 7
Dean was being so conceited, but not so serious about himself. And that was a little turn on for Lexi, humor could be so sexy. But she wasn't easy, and she had played the flirt often enough to know a lot of the tricks. And Dean was experienced at it as well, from what she could see. And that made it even more fun. Putting her hand on her hip, and adopting a little bit of an attitude, it was all she could do not to laugh. "Oh, I can name a couple of people who are better, but I don't want to hurt your feelings. Much." Her lips twisting into a smirk, her eyes dancing with laughter behind them, she starts to lose the attitude, dropping her hand to her side. "I'm glad you find me so amusing. I'm laughing too, the 'total package' line is really great!"
Taking another sip from her wine cooler, Lexi's eyes widen ever so slightly, listening to Dean talking to her. She was very flirty, when it came to guys, and she had a lot of fun with it. But how far would him let him go? Too soon, and she was just a sleaze. Too late, and she was just a tease. He was very cute, she was staring to feel some attraction to him. But was she ready to go a little further with him? Deep down, she sensed that if she did, it might not mean much. But it might be fun while it lasted.
As he talked about her lips, Lexi wondered what she would do if he kissed her. She wanted to play a little more, and she smiles, nodding, and brushes a stray strand of hair out of her eyes. "Oh, that's much better, Dean. You see, you focused on one thing, and found a way complement me on it. It never hurts to compliment a lady, they usually appreciate it. But it's my turn to be mysterious, and you won't know what I'll do if you kiss me, until you do." A slight lift of her fine brows, and her smile widens slightly, wondering what she would actually do if he kissed her.
As Dean flinches a little from her touch, she doesn't push it, and she pulls her hand away, resting it on the bar. As she starts to draw invisible circles with her finger on bartop, she smirks, knowing he had felt something. "Good. I mean, sometimes the smallest touch can be the biggest turn on. Don't you agree, Dean?" She watches him from heavy lidded eyes, and sips again from her fruity drink. She wonders if she is drinking too much, but she decides that she is doing okay, so far.
As he offers her his phone number, Lexi smiles, genuinely this time, and gives him a little nod. "Yeah, I would like your number, Dean, just in case I breakdown by the side of the road. You have a wrecker service, don't you? And what are those other things that you rather not speak of, Mr. Mysterious?" She is almost laughing again, he could play as well as she could, and it was going to be a contest between them. Or, at least, she thought it was going to be.
As Dean challenges her to tell him what she knew, and she feel him poking her in the shoulder, Lexi smiles, knowing that this was where she was weak. She knew a lot already, but with the alcohol in the drink starting to affect her, ever so slightly, and the thought of a challenge, she might not be able to back down. "Okay, let me see..." Tapping a slender nail on the end of her chin, she knows she needs to impress him. "Well, you are a flirt, you like to play with the ladies. And you might have a different one every night, but maybe not. You like your job, you feel passionate about it. I don't think you like people casually touching your hair, but I could be wrong. And you like to be amused. Did I get it right, so far?" She winks at him, and laughs, she wanted to appear confident. But she did think that she didn't know everything about Dean, and she really wanted to know more.
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Post by † Dean Andrews on Apr 8, 2007 5:24:18 GMT 7
Continuing to smirk at her he knew that he was being as conceited , but he could have been worse. Dean has been worse than that especially when he was drinking or was way pass drunk. Right now he only has a tiny buzz. Which is partial why he was flirting with her, the other reason was because she was hot. No man would ever flirt with a ugly woman. Well unless they were desperate for some and if Dean had to get down to that point the would happen Dean would rather kill himself then sleep with a ugly woman.
A little harsh but still true. Seeing how the mood just change he looked at her and smiled “Oh well then speak. Hurt my feeling. Doll I heard worst, nothing you can say can hurt my feelings. That is if I have any. Well my ex-girlfriend told me I didn’t and I am starting to believe her. What do you think.” Dean said not letting her words effect him. Dean really as heard worst, what hurt most is the unspoken words. That is when they start throwing things at you and in the end round a hair dryer to the hurt a lot more than words.
“Well you can’t say I didn’t try. You should at least give me some credit for that right.” Dean said to her comment “and I am not running a line. You can’t run what is true. I am sure I can show you if you don’t believe me. That is if your not scared.” Dean said with a raised eyebrow. He highly doubt that she was scare but he wanted to see if his words were getting to her. It was all a mind game and that was all the game was about. To get the other person to think what you were telling them was true. Dean like to thing himself the master of the game but he knew they were others better than him.
Talking about her lips made him really want to kiss her. The way they curve and how they were so plump, he made him wonder were they as soft as they appeared to be. It would be one kiss what harm could one kiss be. Lingering in front of face he could feel her breath on his skin, it kind of tickle but not that much. If he stay there any longer he might find himself doing it. Hearing her voice he swallow hard so that his throat could stop being so dry “Yeah I guess, it was kind of fun you know when you get into it like that” Dean said licking his lips after the words escape his lips. “and I guess I wont if I won’t try” he said moving in a bit closer.
His mind was telling him to go for it and before he knew it, he lips were on hers and he was kissing her. Just as he though her lips were soft and they taste of fruit and berries which he assume was from her drink. He should really try some of it because on her lips it taste so good. Not wanting to press his luck Dean pull away. Looking his green eyes on her for a minute. “never challenge me. I never back done from one yet” he whispered before pulling away. Feeling her hands through his hair did make him feel something, maybe more if he didn’t have phobia of people messing with his hair. “Yeah I agree. So like this” he said taking his hand and brushing it across her arm so lightly.
When he offer his number he didn’t really do it for just that. Maybe it was a lame way of giving her his number hoping she would call him for things other then her car. Maybe to talk, or to do other things. Dean didn’t really care. “okay I will give it to you then.. You have a pen and no but if that happen I can come pick you up.” he said looking at her then smiling. Reaching in his pocket he pulled out his cell phone “better than that you give me your number and I will call you later, that is if you still want to talk to me” he said holding the phone in front of her.
Listening to all she said about him he had to admit that it was all true. He was a big flirt, and he couldn’t help that. No he didn’t have a lady every night, well okay he did. Of course he loved his job. It was something he was so passionate about and he couldn’t see himself doing anything else. True and true he though to himself smiling at her “well I guess you solve the mystery that is Dean. Funny how I only know you how many minutes, hours and you know me better than all my friends.” he said pushing his hand through his hair.
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Post by Alexia DeMarco on Apr 8, 2007 6:50:03 GMT 7
Lexi was feeling the alcohol a little bit, but not bad enough to where she was going to fall on her face. Or even worse, get out of control. But there was something about Dean, he was looking for a weak spot in her, and the flirty game she was playing with him. And she could tell that he was going to find it, eventually. It made it almost a little dangerous, but it would be so much more of a thrill for her.
With Dean's smile came his challenge, and she couldn't resist a challenge. But her recent history with guys had not been very good, and she saw an opportunity with Dean. And she didn't want to let it slip away, by letting the game get away from her. "I think she's wrong, I mean, you hide it, like everyone else does. Some are better at hiding their feelings than others. But I can see you feeling something, deep inside. So, does that mean you are good at hiding your feelings?" She could hide hers a little, when she was flirting. But here eyes were very expressive, and would always give her away. She could never play poker with anyone, the good players could see right through her. And Dean probably was a good player.
But now he was raising the stakes, he was starting to push her a little more. And more of a challenge she was not going to be able to resist for long. "Oh, I'll give you credit, when credit is due. You did try, I'll give you that much. But I think you're going to have to show me, I still don't believe you. And you don't frighten me, I don't scare that easy." Her dark eyes meet his, and they have changed slightly. Amusement can still be seen, but a steely hardness of a challenge creeps into them. She wasn't going to back down from this, and she was starting to show it. As she watches him lift his eyebrow, a playful smirk appears on her lips, and she feels that she is not going to get pushed over by him.
And then he is moving closer to her, a lot closer than she expected. His breath falls like a feather on her skin, and she is thinking of taking a step backwards for a brief second. But the challenge was there, and she wasn't going anywhere. She keeps her chocolate eyes on his jade-like irises, as she watches him swallow. Was he flinching, in a small way? Maybe he was, and she felt a little more confident, a little less like she was throwing caution away. She is silent, wanting to see how far he would actually go, thinking he might back down.
Dean says something about trying, and before she knows it, he is moving closer, his lips suddenly touching hers. A slight gasp from her, and her eyes widen slightly, as she is tasting a mix of smoky desire and fruity decadence. The smokiness was faint, he must have been drinking whiskey, or something like that. And the fruitiness came from her. She starts to feel a little unbalanced, was it the heels she was wearing, or was it all of the sensations coming from Dean? She rests her hand on his shoulder, trying to steady herself, and returning his kiss, her hand drifting toward the back of his neck. It felt like forever, and then he was pulling away. Catching her breath a little, she is watching him, as she is trying to savor the flavor of him on her lips. As he whispers to her about challenges, she doesn't say anything, silent for once. His gentle touch on her arm sends a shiver that doesn't end until it reaches the base of her skull. She was losing, and she knew it now.
As Dean waves his cell phone in front of her, she tries to think about what had just happened. Shaking her head, her long dark hair shimmering slightly, she looks at his eyes, and slowly pulls out her cell phone. She needed all the time she could take to recover, and she opens her phone slowly, pulling up her contact list. "Um, hey, I can give you my number. And you better give me yours, so I won't think you're a stalker. You're not a stalker, are you, Dean?" Her sly grin couldn't hide the uncertainty in her dark eyes, the effects of the kiss could plainly be seen there. And she knows that she is weak, he has found it.
His attempt at letting her win the contest about knowing him made Lexi laugh a little. Shaking her head slightly, she takes a long sip from her wine cooler, she needed it after all of that. "Well, maybe I do know a lot about you, Dean, but I'm sure I don't know everything. Like, what is your favorite food, or your favorite color. And maybe a couple of other things." She got a final little jab in there, but it was weak. She wasn't ready to admit it yet, but she knew she was with one of the best players she had ever seen. And it was going to take all of her skill and strength to resist his challenge, and not let Dean run away with everything.
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Post by † Dean Andrews on Apr 8, 2007 9:21:12 GMT 7
Hearing her words he felt a little touch by what she said. When things get bad girls did get the tendency of being spiteful so his ex-girl friend might have been saying that to make him feel guilty about what he did to her. Yeah he had to admit what he did was wrong and he has to live with that fact for the rest of his live. He doesn’t really like to live on the past though but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t take the mistakes that he did in the past and try to make himself a better man. He has change since he been with her that he has to admit but he still needed to grow and right now he really didn’t feel like it. “Yeah I guess so, I try to at least to hide them. It is better of that way you know. No one gets hurt” he said to her more talking about himself than anything else.
Many people didn’t really know Dean, or they didn’t try to know him. Outside he was cocky and conceited but on the inside there was a completely different story. Especially when it came to love, he couldn’t put himself out there like that to love some because in the real world and his world love didn’t exist. So that is why he never really saw himself being with someone that he could have those kind of feeling for. It is stupid really but that just is how Dean is. He put up this act and it is like a shield of his real feelings because the true is that he was afraid of getting hurt himself. Of falling in love and getting hurt so he never got to close to anyone to really do that. “what about you? Do you hide your feeling or do they show like a sore thumb.” he asked her the same question she asked him.
“Oh at least you give me that. How nice of you to do that.” he said in a goofy tone. He was beginning to become a lot more relaxed around her which was good. Not that he felt uncomfortable around her because he didn’t. It was the fact that he was getting to know her a bit more than he already did. The last few moments had been a blast. It was full with excitement and laughter. Oh heck it was something that Dean so need after a long day of work. Even though he loved his job it could get boring so this was adding a bit of spice in his life. “we will see if that is true or is that you just talking your head off Alexia.” he said to her with a smug look upon his face.
Moving his body closer to her a smirk came across her face and she expected him to move but she didn’t. Okay she was a lot braver then he first though she was. His first thoughts where that she was going to either slap him or kick him in the balls. Which both would be painful but instead she stood there. He could feel the heat from her body and he wasn’t nervous but his throat was dry from the heat, yeah that is what he is going to keep telling himself. Standing there in neither one of them was saying a word. Although they weren’t the many people around them were and it was funny how Dean somehow tune them out so it was like it was just him and her and the room and no one else.
Pulling back from the kiss he could still taste her on his lips. To kiss her again that would have maybe been his death bed but it would have been worth. It was a really amazing kiss, and he was kind of happy he did it. Looking at her he smiled watching her try to catch her breath, she looked even beautiful than before but maybe that was because he was seeing her so much differently then he first met her. In fact it urge him to touch her, and just as he though before her skin was just as soft as her lips felt. That is one thing he could never figure out about a woman and that is why they felt so soft, maybe because they always took good care of themselves unlike some man. As far as Dean he was very low maintenance but he try his best to not look like a complete slob.
Watching as she took her cell phone out he open his, more like slide it open and scroll to his contact list. Adding her name and then waiting on her to give him the number so that he could save it into his phone. He looked up and she said that he should give her his number as well and he shook his head “sure, and no I am not a stalker but I can be one if you want me too.” he said winking his eye. Dean was only joking with her because he wasn’t the type would stalk a girl, because frankly if he wanted he could get any girl he wanted. “Okay ready, my number is eight-oh-three-six-four-zero-ninety four- sixty two. What is yours?” He asked her looking down at his phone.
“Yeah but at least you have the basics. I mean it would be so hard for you to find out. I mean if you spend more time with me” he said giving her a smile. He had to admit he really was enjoying this more than he though her would, and he hope he could spend more time with her. To get to know her a little bit better, gosh he didn’t know what could come out of this. Maybe it would be a good thing or the worst mistake of his life. But he would never really know that until he try, so it was only up to her now whether or not she wanted to get to know him better .
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Post by Alexia DeMarco on Apr 9, 2007 5:56:31 GMT 7
Dean’s reason for hiding feelings suddenly struck her as closer to the truth, revealing something about him, than some of the other things that he had said. Was there something in his past, which was so painful that he wouldn’t reveal it to anybody, unless they were very close? Maybe there was, and maybe he had some weakness after all. A small twinge of sympathy made it’s way through her stomach, as her curiosity came back, nagging her to be more daring. The kiss had made her a little cautious, feel a little defeated. But now, she was more confident, and she was ready to meet Dean’s challenges again.
”Well, yeah, I do hide my feelings at times. Like you said, it helps to keep you from being hurt sometimes. But if someone truly knows me, they know what I am feeling. Do you think you’re to that point yet, Dean?” Lexi had the smirk again, she was playing with him, and trying to makes things a little more harder for him. She didn’t want to be one of those pushovers that Dean probably could charm the pants off of, literally, adding them to his list of one night stands.
Smiling at him, her chocolate eyes focused on his, Lexi matched his goofy tone with a confident one of her own. ”Your welcome, I can’t totally destroy your confidence in front of everybody, I have to give you something. And seeing is believing, or so I’m told. Oh, by the way, I never talk my head off, as you put it. I just lay it out, like I see it. And men never scare me.” She could see he was relaxing a little, and she was relaxing herself. The kiss had caught her a little by surprise, but she was recovering well from it, even though a trace of that smoky flavor was still lingering on her lips. And she had actually liked having him close to her, even though it was so brief. Even his brief touch was like a flame to her skin, she wouldn’t ne forgetting it for a long time. She wasn’t falling for him, or anything like that. This was a taste of a fling, and she was relishing it as much as she could with Dean, partly because he looked so attractive to her, and partly because he was such a good player of the flirting game.
Smiling at his offer to be her stalker, she shrugs her shoulders, feeling confident that she could handle anything like that from him. ”If you think you can handle it, Mr. Mysterious, then you’re welcome to try. But I’ve dealt with stalkers before, and it usually doesn’t end well. For them.” She glances at him from slightly hooded eyes, and then looks at her phone, as she enters his number. ” Mine is two-oh-one, three-five-two, eight-oh-eight-one. Did I go too fast, or did you get all that?” She looks up, a playful smirk crossing her face, and she wonders what his response was going to be. It ought to be good, if she knew Dean and his game as well as she thought she did.
Tilting her head slightly, and pulling her hair away from her neck for an instant, she was feeling a little warm. Taking a long sip from her drink, she wondered if she did want to get to know him better. And there was the curiosity now, pushing her to do it. Glancing a little to the side, she thinks she wants to, but it was going to be a short, intense relationship, and probably not a long, slow one. Tuning her eyes back to his, they have warmth there, with a hint of a question. ”Well, I might surprise you, with how much I can find out. And I might be curious enough to want to spend more time with you, so I can find out what I can about Mr. Mysterious. But what I want to know is, if I wrote a book about you, would it be a work of fiction?” A light laugh, her eyes dancing again, and she felt like she was back in the game.
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Post by † Dean Andrews on Apr 12, 2007 4:15:44 GMT 7
“Oh well I guess it is a habit of many people. A way to protect themselves and others from getting hurt, from getting emotional attached” Dean said letting out a bit of what he fear about things and feelings. Raising his eyebrow at her question he had to think about it. “Well maybe I am, I really don’t know. “ he said with a little bit of confidence. “Maybe we should see.” he said without hesitation. He did after all what to get to know her so this did seem like a good way to do it.
Smiling back at her for her comment he really admired her, he had to admit she had spunk in her. Never really met a girl like that before, well there was a first time for everything or so he likes to believe. “That is true, that wouldn’t be nice of you either and you’re a nice girl. I can tell that you are, don’t try to resist it.” he said teasing her a little bit. Raising his eyebrow he listened to her talk about how she wasn’t scare of men and part of him wanted to believe that but the other half was telling him that it might not be truth. She sure didn’t seem like the type to be scare by a men and part of that was a kind of turn on for him. A strong independent woman was something he wasn’t use to seeing. Well not that they couldn’t be, they just didn’t seem to be as strong as Alexia was. Looking up and staring in her brown chocolate eyes he decided to believe her, especially after the kiss that they shared. He was so sure that she would pull away but she didn’t. “I sure you aren’t doll” was all he said leaving it as that.
Watching her shrug her shoulders he was interested in what her answer to his question about being her stalker. Seriously Dean wouldn’t do that but the thought of it was intriguing to him. “I can handle you more than you thing I can. And you might have deal with stalker before but you never dealt with a stalker like me. I am special so I go in my own group when it comes to this kind of stuff” he said in his conceited tone. Boy was he full of himself and if his head was a balloon right now he would float away. Hearing her number he type in the numbers and press the save button then closing it and stuffing the phone back in his pocket. Listening to her comment he let out a laugh “yeah real funny, yes I did get it all.” he said shifting in his chair.
Looking at her he could tell that she was deep in thought about the words that he was saying to her earlier. Now that he was looking at her she look so cute thinking and thought of what was going on in her mind came in his mind. Dean always found it that woman took a longer time to think about things, maybe because they didn’t rush into anything that they weren’t prepare to take on. Men on a different thing just didn’t think at all, maybe that is why men always do stupid things. “Good because I like surprises. Surprise me to your heart content. I bet you won’t find out anything else that you already didn’t know” he said thought that he was a hard person to know. That is if you really got to understand him and try to get to know him better, after all he could be a nice guy when he wanted to be. “and about that book I don’t know, but when you write it be sure to let me read it.” he said with a wink of his eye.
[sorry it took so long and sorry it sucks a tad bit]
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Post by Alexia DeMarco on Apr 13, 2007 9:50:09 GMT 7
((no worries! we aren't having a post length contest, are we? (j/k!) )) And there was the challenge from Dean again, he was such a player, and Lexi was having trouble keeping up with him a little. The alcohol was making her a little more aggressive, and she really didn't want to back down from him. But where was this going to lead? There was only one way to find out. "Yeah, a lot of people do it. But Dean, would you ever show your true feelings to anyone?" Looking into his jade colored gaze, she smirks, her dark eyes had that hard, 'I know what you are doing' look to them. "Maybe we should see, how about right now? Tell me what I am feeling, Dean. Go on, you know you want to..."Lifting her fine brows in mild surprise, Lexi acts like Dean is trying to sweet talk her into doing what he wants. Which is exactly what was going on, but she wasn't that easy, or she thought she wasn't. Setting her drink down on the bar top, she puts a hand on one hip, and moves a little closer to him. Looking at his chest for a moment, she runs a finger over his shirt, feeling some of the well defined muscles underneath. "Oh, you think I'm a nice girl. I see. And what if I said that I wasn't so nice?" Looking up at his green eyes with her chocolate browns, she smiles slightly. She wants to push him a little, and see what he does. She was also wondering if he still had that smoky flavor in his mouth, it had tasted so good. And he was daring her to be able to handle him stalking her. Her dark eyes glittering with amusement, she is still standing very close to him, her eyes drifting back to his massive chest, her fingertips playing across the ridges of the muscles. "You think you can handle me, Dean? And if you're such a great stalker, how did you learn to be one? You didn't go to stalker school, did you?" She looks up in his eyes again, her smile becoming a smirk, and she thinks she is having the upper hand. But she glances down at those perfect lips of his, and she knows she is inches away from sheer disaster. She wondered if he knew it too. Catching a glimpse of Dean looking at her, Lexi smiles, this was a dangerous game she was playing now. Reaching for her drink, she takes a long sip, her mouth suddenly a little dry. She was more daring than she normally was, Dean was pushing her to her limits, and she was enjoying it. "Oh, don't worry, Dean, I will surprise you. And you want to have a little wager? If I find out something about you, say, the next week, that I don't know, what will I get from you? And I will send you an autographed book, when I write it. But most of what I have right now could be fiction. Unless you want to share some facts with me?" She was pushing back now, hard, and she was a little anxious about it. Would Dean turn around, and walk away? Would he kiss her again? Or would he just ask her to dance? So many possibilities, and nothing was certain in her mind. And that made the game that much more fun to her.
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Post by † Dean Andrews on Apr 15, 2007 1:14:51 GMT 7
[no no of course we aren't ] Hearing Alexia question, he really had to think about that. Was he ever going to be ready to show his true feelings to anyone. Thoughts of no popped in his mind, it will show how weak he was and that is a side of him that he never wanted to show anybody. That is why he lived the way he did, not getting attach to someone and not letting them get so attach to him. But one side of him was telling him that one day he met find that special someone that he could tell anything to and wouldn’t be afraid to show his true feelings too.
“I guess one day I will, but I don’t know if that day will be anytime soon” Dean said answering her answer truthfully. Raising his eyebrow at her second question, how she was feeling, did he really know her enough to know how she was feelings. She wasn’t as easy to read as he though he was. Biting on his bottom lip “I don’t know, but if I had to choose one thing it would be maybe confusion. Don’t ask me why because even I don’t know it myself” he said leaning his back on the bar table.
Watching her place her hands on her hips Dean looked her body up and down ending his glance on her face, where his eyes were once staring at. Her fingers running across his chest sending a tingle feeling where her finger once was. “I wouldn’t believe me. Well not until you showed me otherwise. Darling seeing is believing:” he said to her in a mysterious tone, a sly smirk donning upon his lips. He wanted to see if she really could back up what she was saying, if she was such a bad girl as she so called stated herself as being. Images flashed in his mind, and the thought of their kiss also linger in the depth of his mind. The taste of her still on his lips but he couldn’t let that take control of him. No, he had to be in control, he had to win this little game that they were playing.
Laughing at her next comment. Did he think he could handle her. Oh there is no other way to say this without sounding like a conceited jerk that he is, but of course he can handle her. He can handle her in ways that she never thought or imagined of being handle. Winking his eye at her. “Well I am not boosting my skills but I can handle you. Trust me when I say this, unless you want proof then I will show you.” pausing for a second her turned around and ask the bartender for a beer, yes a beer this time, and then turn his attention back on Alexia. His throat was starting to get dry so he decided that he should get another drink. “Oh well I learn from the best, and no I didn’t go to stalker school, but I had a good tutor.” he said telling her something but at the same time telling her nothing at all.
Turning around he picked up his beer taking a long swig from it, Dean always preferred beer compared to any other drink. It had a sweet taste that he has grown to like over the years that he has been drinking it. Keeping the bottle in his hand he looked around to see if anything had change and it had not. People were still dancing and talking among themselves. “Sure and what will that wager be, what is it that you want from me. I don’t know, and I don’t mind. I am a open minded individual.” Dean said to her question about wagers. “Sure, I am tired, want to dance. Show me what you got shaking there” he said with alight laughing placing his beer on the table and standing up from his chair.
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Post by Alexia DeMarco on Apr 15, 2007 5:37:04 GMT 7
That little amount of truth from Dean about showing his true feelings one day made Lexi smile a little. There were some weak spots in his game, and sometimes she picked up on it. He was very good at it, but his ex must have really hurt him, and sometimes it showed. When he suggested that she was confused, Lexi couldn't hide the slight look of surprise that crossed her face. Smirking slightly, taking a half step closer, she looks up into his eyes, and whispers, "Are you sure you don't see anything else?", before she takes a half step back. With her finger still on his chest, she could feel the heat coming off of him on her hand.
Lexi follows Dean's gaze as his eyes wander over her curves, meeting his eyes when he turned back to her face, a soft smile playing on her lips. His words were challenging her again, he wanted to see how bad she could be. Stepping closer to him, her right hip touching his left, both of her hands on his chest now, she looks up, into his eyes, and their lips were so close to each other. Just a slight move on her part, and she could have that wonderful taste in her mouth again. Was he wanting it too, to press his lips against hers? From the way he was looking at her, she though that he did, but she had to remind herself how good he was at this. With a seductive look in her brown eyes, she says, "Do you believe me now? Or do you need more proof?"
Grinning at his laugh, Lexi couldn't help but laugh a little with him. It was a nice laugh, some guys just had dorky laughs, but his was just right, even a little sexy. Or was that just the alcohol in her blood causing her to imagine it. Not that it mattered, hearing that laugh was a real turn on for her. He was showing so much confidence, that was part of this game they played, and she knew what he was doing. But part of her wanted him to try, it made her feel wanted, and good about herself. "I still may need proof, I'm not sure that I trust what you say about yourself. Yet. And who taught you to stalk girls like me? You must be good, or pretty lucky, not to have been busted for it. So, which one are you, Dean? Good, or lucky?"
Lexi takes a sip of her drink as Dean turns away to work on his beer, eying his muscular body. He must work out, there was only so much heavy lifting he could do at the shop, and that wouldn't explain how he was in such good shape. When he asked her about their wager, she smirked, having something in mind. But would she be daring enough to ask for it from him? With the fingers of her free hand playing across his chest, she looks away, trying to make him want the wager a little more. "Well, I don't know, what do I want from you? Just a night out, or something a little more? It's good that you have an open mind, I can be a little creative." She was testing him a little more, wanting to play their little game. And when he suggested that they dance, she smiles a little wider, her eyes showing some excitement. "Sure, let's dance, while you think about it. I want to see some moves from Mr. Mysterious." She sets her drink down on the bar, and turns to him, wondering what he would be like on the dance floor. She hoped that he was as good as he was saying he was, so she could enjoy it.
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Post by † Dean Andrews on Apr 15, 2007 7:09:27 GMT 7
Trying to take his mind off of his feelings and his insecurities as a men he try to concentrate more on what she was feeling now. He couldn’t really tell, because well he was a male and they didn’t know a thing when it came to females. Even thought they like to think that they did. Shrugging his shoulders to her question he looked her in the eyes, deep in the eyes “your curious that is for sure, you don’t know what to expect and even though you don’t show it I am sure that your scared.” Dean said still trying to think. He didn’t know if he got those right, but for one time in his life he was sure about what he was saying.
Biting his bottom lip slightly as he let his glazed run down her fabulous fit body, her body seem so perfect. It was slim, and you could tell that she was very toned. He wondered how she looked without all that clothing on top, she probably looked even better and those thoughts cause him to feel heated, almost as if a rush of heat shoot through ever pore in his body. Gosh did this girl know what she was doing to him, she probably did and that is why she kept on pursuing her attempts, he wasn’t going to show her that it was working. Where would the fun be in that, and plus Dean didn’t like losing, especially not to a girl. Feeling her hip on his, her hands press against his chest, and her lips so close to his he looked in her eyes and gave a small smirk. “a little bit, I do give you the effort, but I don’t believe you have what it takes to be a real bad girl” he said with a whisper. He voice was calm even which everything else that was going on with his body, which felt not so calm at all.
Proof, eh. She needs a little more proof that she could trust what he is saying. He turn his mouth up at the corner and then gave her a side smirked. He was thinking, what more proof could he give her other than what he was telling her now. No one taught him to be a spy, it just happen when he was young. When he was trying to spy on his parents, and figure out why they were always fighting. It just kind of stuck with him. So in some part he could thank his parent for his skills. “Well if I told you anymore than that would be cheating for you. I thought that you were suppose to be figuring me out.” he said with a wink of his eye. “and just a hint. I am both lucky and good.” Dean said with a mock smile on his face then he let out another laugh.
Placing his drink on the table, he didn’t feel that thirsty anymore. He had to think again, what could she possible want from him. This was going to be tough, a tough one to decided. “Oh you can be creative, we will just see okay, when the time comes I want to see you try your best. ” he said grabbing her hand that was playing with his chest and suggesting that they should dance. Waiting on her to placed her glass down he hear her talk again. It was hard notice to noticed her voice, so sweet, and delicate. “I don’t need time to think, I already made up my mind. I am just waiting on you to start the game” he said pulling her out onto the dance floor. His favorite spot in the entire club, he loved dancing, more than he loved drinking. Moving them to the middle of the floor he gave her a quick smirk and release her hand and placed his hands on her waist pulling her in close to him. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t been any closer a few minutes ago, but this time it was different.
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Post by Alexia DeMarco on Apr 15, 2007 9:16:08 GMT 7
As Dean peered into her chocolate colored eyes with his warm green irises, Lexi felt a little flutter deep in her stomach, he must have used it to his advantage before. She wanted him to try and tell her what she was thinking, it was part of the game, and a great turn on if he got it right. Which he did, except for the last part. Or was she scared, just a little? Maybe a little scared of not ever having a lasting relationship. But she knew, deep down, she would never have that with Dean. Maybe a couple of nights together, a simple fling, and nothing more that that. But she was trying to win him over, and not give in too quickly to his attempts to seduce her. "Well, I am curious, and I don't know what to expect. But you are Mr. Mysterious, aren't you? And you still think I'm afraid of you. I guess I'm going to have to show you that I'm not."
Feeling his eyes roaming over her, she smirks, thinking she was having some kind of effect on him. But he wasn't saying how much of one, and like a typical guy, he wasn't going to be happy until she was grinding all over him. Well, she wasn't going to give it all to him right now, she was going to do it slowly, a little more each time. He was starting to look a little flushed, it might just be the alcohol, or all of the people in the club. Or could it be her, and she was making him hot? She just wasn't sure, but she wasn't going to stop. And his whispering voice was teasing her, pushing her to do more.
Lexi laughed a little at his quirky smile and his smirk, it was something she always liked to see a guy do. Making people laugh, that was what drove her to do some of the things that she did sometimes. She would have to find more ways to make Dean laugh. But now he had found a little flaw in her game, she couldn't demand to know more, and then say that she was going to have a bet, about finding out more about him. "Well, I guess I'll have to trust you for now, until I find something that tells me otherwise. And yeah, I do believe you when you say you are lucky. But good? We'll have to see about that..." She winks at him, as he laughs at her, this was fun, this back and forth game they had going. She wanted it to last a while, and she wasn't going to let him win if she could help it.
As Dean takes her hand, to lead her to the dance floor, Lexi thinks about what she actually wanted from Dean, if she won their little wager. She felt confident about winning, and she needed something good, and fun. Her idea was more of the romantic kind, but it was what she wanted, why couldn't she just come out with it? Because she didn't want to appear weak, and end up losing the game to Dean. As they end up on the dance floor, his hands on her hips, she starts moving her feet, and shaking her hips to the music, her hands held up above her head. Every so often, she would press closer to him, grinding slightly, more to tease him, still playing their game. A light laugh, and an excitement to her eyes, showed how good she felt out there with him. Laying her hands on his shoulders, she looks in his eyes, and smiles. Speaking to him loudly, so he could hear her over the music, she says, "I think I know what I want now, from our little wager. I know this place, up the Hudson valley, secluded, trees, beautiful place. If I win, it's you, me, on bikes, spending the afternoon together, with no one around. You own a bike, don't you, Dean? If not, I can find you one. Unless you want to ride on the back of mine." She knew he would never want to ride on the back of hers, she said it to tease him. She laughs a little, her hands slipping down his sides to his hips, as she continues to dance seductively with him, and she looks into his eyes.
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Post by † Dean Andrews on Apr 16, 2007 3:52:22 GMT 7
A smile came across Dean face as she answered to his response, at least he got half of it right. It would have been a bad feeling for him to not have even hit the target that he was trying to get to. See Dean he isn’t the person that are insightful to other people feelings. Yes he can be a little self consumed about himself but who really isn’t, or so in the world Dean that is how he thinks everybody else thinks or should think. Sounds a bit confusing but that was the life of Dean, and it only got more crazier as time went by. “Well it is always good to be curious, even I don’t know what to expect. I look each day as it is. Forgot the future right” he said with a sly smile. Dean wasn’t the type to pondering and worry about the future, what ever came his way came. “and I didn’t say that your afraid of me. I said your were scared. But trust me your safe here with me” he corrected her when she said her last comment.
Her body was getting to him, more than he though it would. Dean wondered how he looked from the outside, he was definitely not winning the battle on the inside and that was for sure. Maybe it was just the alcohol, but he couldn’t blame that because he had drunk more before that and was just as coherent as he was now. “Of course you have to trust me, I am telling the truth and you have no proof that I am not and you won‘t either” he said in a tone that he usually used when he was being serious but not that serious. Dean would never be a serious guy, and he didn’t try to be that way. He was more of a goofball and probably will be that way until he is put into his own grave.
Ending up on the dance floor he placed his hands on her waist, trying to gentle with his touch. He did want to hurt her or anything like that. Feeling her body closer to his, he looked down at her. She wasn’t that short maybe a few inches shorter than he was but anyways he looked down and smiled. His body moving with hers, he could tell that she did this often or did she. At that moment she was the only one on the floor to him and he was enjoying this dance a little more than he should have been. Her arms around on his shoulders he pulled her closer, as if they could be any closer than they were now but he did. Raising his eyebrow when he heard her yelling about knowing what she wanted “ mhm biking that is it. Sure and I own my own bike and you can consider this a date or not” he said with a curious of what this little outing would be.
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