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Thread: Exposed To A New World

He observed the whole process of her drying. Mamma mia. .. He muttered, as he finally turned back towards the table. He had grown a decently-sized hard-on under his boxers by just watching the sexy scene. He hurried to sit down, covering his shameful state with the table. He was humming as well as she stepped outside, clothed in those minimal clothes. He looked at her, seemingly out of the corner of his eye, while he started to eat. Hmmm... You'll like this. It's the house specialty. Home-made pasta with ricotta cheese and bacon, all sprinkled with a secret sauce of my own invention. He smiled softly at her. He still kept a hand firmly lodged in his underpants, stroking himself slowly.
Thread: Exposed To A New World

She looked over at him seeing he was sitting at the table an looked ot be sitting close to it. Shrugging it off as she walked over to him as the somewhat wet hair clung to her neck and one lock clung to her cheek. Silently she sat down across the table from him as she heard about what the dish was. Well, be one cherry you popped. She said teasingly to him as she dug a forkful into the dish and ate in silence. Though once in awhile she look out the open window to enjoy the sight. The warm air made her feel comfortable with what she was wearing at the moment since she was taking a chance on dressing like this in front of him. She ate as much as she could and pushed the plate aside. Wow...I don't think I could go back to american fast food ever again. HEr smile never faded as she got up from the table with her taking her dishes to the kitchen where she washed her glass out.
Thread: Exposed To A New World

He couldn't help blushing up as he felt more and more excited. He was, after all, a bit of a pervert. If she only guessed what was the main ingredient in the secret sauce! He forced himself to stop with the stroking, standing behind her as she washed her own dishes. You're one damn well educated American. I like that. He sized her whole body tom to bottom, admiring her splendid figure. Her clothing left little to imagination. You know, I wouldn't mind if you stayed longer... like a few months... As long as you want. I won't bring girls over if it bothers you. He winked at her, as he stood by her, brushing her hands in the sink as he washed his own dishes.
Thread: Exposed To A New World

She didn't bother looking over her shoulder at him when he mentioned about her being educated. Running back through memory wondering when did she give off an idea like that. Shaking her head as she looked over to her side when he joined her but blushed when his hands brushed against her own. Realizing she was blushing she looked away from him. What makes you think I'm well educated? If you bring girls over here when I'm staying with you....Just clean the sheets and cover the smell of sex. She informed him when she finally looked over at him. The hem of her shorts came just to the curve of her ass to give off a shape to her form. Slowly she pulled away from him as she dried her hands off and went out to the balconey. There she leaned on the railing looking out over the crowded city. Reaching up as she pushed her hair away from her face. After she was done she rested her chin in her hand and her finger tips touched her lips.
Thread: Exposed To A New World

Heh, okay. I will do that. He smiled at her, standing by her in the balcony. He stared silently down the city. He had had so many experiences down there... The city was a crazy place, yet from above, it all seemed to go according to some plan. It just made sense, somehow. He loved that city. Couldn't live anywhere else. He then turned to her, removing a lock of hair off her face. He said nothing, just looked quietly into her eyes. He was about to say something, but hesitated, and walked away. I'll wash the sheets now then, since they still smell a bit from last night. And my clothes too. You'll feel like at home here! He prepared the washing machine, stuffing in everything that he had been using last days. He finally stood there, wearing just his boxers still, and small hollow in the big pile of clothing. He pulled his underwear off, threw it inside, and programmed the machine. Hope you're ok with this.. I'm just like that sometimes.
Thread: Exposed To A New World

When he touched her she looked over at him seeing his eyes were searching within her own. She was about to ask him what was wrong when he turned away from her. Her body turned to face him then to follow until he mentioned about him washing his sheets and clothing as well. Laughing softly as she turned away from him with her looking out over the city once more. Men... She muttered softly as she had been curious about sex but wasn't brave enough to go through with it. Sighing as she stood there in silence until he said he was like this most of the time. Like what? She turned and walked back inside only to find him wandering around butt ass naked. Her face turned to a bright red as she quickly turned away from him. She covered her face not wanting him to see how red she was.
Thread: Exposed To A New World

DOn't worry, it's just a pene ! He chuckled as he looked down at his member. Luckily, it had started to decrease its size, making it less obvious. He actually had a problem with it, as he deemed his own sex too long. It had carried him nothing but problems, really. Specially at the beach or swimming pool. He had avoided those places when he was a teenager... for obvious reasons. He took her things into his room. He kept talking to her from the room. You'll be using this wardrobe, Since I don't have enough clothes to fill it with. He peeked into the interior of her suitcase, noticing the scarce quantity of cloth in the majority of her wear. That he didn't mind, actually. He yawned, sitting on the bed. I'm going to have a little nap. Care to joi-join..? He yawned again, falling asleep surprisingly quick.
Thread: Exposed To A New World

She stood there not daring to look in his direction until he got some boxers on. Though she heard him yawning from him room then the soft thud from him falling onto the matress. Jasmine decided not to join him while he was still like that. It wasn't she didn't find him attractive it was just she wasn't use to seeing men naked and just flunting their pride around. Either way Jasmine laid down on the sofa and soon found herself falling to sleep. During her sleep she turned onto her stomach where she nestled her head within her arms. The light of the slowly sinking sun licked at her form and the curves of her legs, ass and the small of her back. She didn't bother to get a blanket as it was warm enough not to bother with.
Thread: Exposed To A New World

He woke up ah hour later. The last sun rays were dying on the horizon, and the whole house was flooded in a eerie orange dusk light It was very silent, save her timid breathing. He stood there, looking at her, for at least five minutes. Sandro liked her already. But it wasn't just attraction as it normally was with him and women but something else entirely. It was a mix of interest, curiousness and eagerness. She was different to him, came from another culture. Yet both of them were rare in their own. That fact kind of brought them together. Figuratively. Quietly, he took a piece of paper and charcoal, and started drawing her. He tried to capture her splendid figure, her softness. She was a muse from America. hope you like the drawing I did!
Thread: Exposed To A New World

I do Jasmine didn't move during the hour he was drawing her but she was slowly coming out of her sleep. Groaning softly as she stretched her arms out before her with her twisting her hips in one direction and her torso in another. To anyone else this may look weird but being twisted up and being in weird positions was normal for her. Jasmine held that position for five seconds before she relaxed her body. Smiling at how her body was tense then with a simple stretch she was relaxed. She returned to her laying position on the couch to see Sandro sitting in silence with a drawing pad in front of him. She thought of saying something to him but decided against it. Instead she closed her eyes waiting to hear the faint sound of him to put the drawing pad aside so she could say something about earlier.
Thread: Gods of War (for Nanachan)

In the land of the Norse, the death of men is not meant to be the end. For the bravest of warriors, it was only the begining. Legends speaks of Valkyries, choser of the slain, battle maidens of the gods whose job is to bring the souls of brave warriors to Valhala. The clan that Kratos just slew, was perhaps the most powerfull clan in the region. By mortal standards, these dead warriors are amongst the finest, it was just bad luck that they had to run into the god of war. As the crimson blood stains the pure white snow, a heavenly light descended upon the encampment. A glorious sight it was, as Valrisa, Choser of the slain floats down from the sky into the battleground. She surveyed the chaos, knowing full well that there are plenty of worthy warriors amongst the dead. Her eyes caught a more interesting sight though, a warrior dressed in a strange manner. It would seem that he was the one who brought this carnage about, a truly worthy warrior, but one that does not belong here. Who are you warrior? You are no mere mortal Her voice was regal, powerfull, not a helpless damsel but one with the bravery and confidence of a true warrior. You killed this one before he even drew his weapon. A shamefull death, one not worthy of a great warrior. She anounced again, turning to point at the corpse of the chieftain. As she does so, her flawless golden hair swirled around her head, before landing once more on her shoulders, framing the ever so lovely cleavage visible in the exposed area of her armor.
Thread: Gods of War (for Nanachan)

Kratos watched as the woman descended upon the battlefield, at once impressed and angered by what he saw. The woman was indeed beautiful, putting many of the seductresses of Greece to shame, but she was also clearly one of the gods or at least a servant of one. That always lead to trouble. Still, his eyes traveled over her womanly form with ease. She had the body of a goddess at least, as well as the nature of a fighter. This could be interesting. I've cleaned greater warriors off the bottoms of my foot, he said without remorse. He studied the woman intently, thinking back on how long it had been since he had lain with a woman. Maybe he would have a chance to rectify that soon. And I care not for any claims of worth from these wretched souls. He should have minded himself. He stepped forward into a puddle of blood, hands gripping his chained swords. I am Kratos, cast out from Greece by the gods for insulting their infernal pride and you woman, he raised his arm, weapon in hand, strait for her. Will tell me where I am.
Thread: Gods of War (for Nanachan)

Cocking her head to the right, she tried taking a measure of the newcomer. He was without a doubt a warrior worthy of Valhalla, yet he claims to be an outcast of the Greek gods. For many years the Olympians were considered a weaker pantheon by the Norse, their claim to be civilized is one that didnt impress the Aesirs, who would much rather embrace warfare than abhor it. Perhaps it is that this man was meant to be here, instead of Greece. This, brave warrior.. She started, stepping forward undaunted by the blade pointed at her. Is Midgard! A sudden lunge forward brought her within a few feet of Kratos, short wide bladed sword flashing at the man, faster than any Greek heroes ever managed. She was no mere maiden, no mere servant of the gods. She is a Valkyrie, a warrior supreme that stands heads and shoulders above any mortal. And she wants to test him.
Thread: Gods of War (for Nanachan)

Kratos saw her muscles tense the second before she moved, giving him just enough time to react. The God of War, the most powerful warrior in Greece and soon enough this barbaric land, his swords blocking her attack and redirecting it to the side. He stepped back, eying the woman's voluptuous form and movements, finding himself feeling that age-old desire he had in between his bloodlusts. This woman was unlike the others back home, being stronger that even the men of Sparta it seemed. This was something that interested him. He decided he would have her. With a battle cry he lunged forward, blades thrusting forward in a blur of red steel. He exchanged with her a flurry of blows, testing her defenses and seeing just how strong she was. Each and every time his blades landed the blood from the vikings flew off, a grim reminder of how they got here.
Thread: Gods of War (for Nanachan)

Blow for blow the valkyrie matched him, their speed being on equal footing. He was impressive, far superior than any other warrior she ever met. Her blades flashed around her to block the fluid motions of his Chaos blade. The battle went hours and hours at such a violent pace that any mortal would tire by now. You are a great warrior! She yelled out, rushing him with a lethal stab aimed at his stomach, but he was too fast. Crashing forward, she went straight through the wall of the nearest house. It was the hall of the clan, a stone building with a large long table in the middle. Here the clan would have their feasts, telling tales as they enjoy their food and wine. Today, it willl be witness to another feast, far more glorious than food and wine. Today it shall be the witness of an act of carnal lust so savage it will be the start of Asgards downfall. Rising from her knee, the Valkyrie slowly turned around to face her opponent.
Thread: Gods of War (for Nanachan)

She wouldn't see him coming. All she would see were the twin blades slam into the ground beside her, pulling the God of War towards her and slamming him into her backside. The Valkyrie was sent colliding into the Celtic wall, the wood splintering beneath her. It was a blow that would have killed any mortal woman but not her. If it had Kratos would not have been nearly as interested. Come here! He growled, whipping his blade so one wrapped around her upturned leg. Before she would have a chance to react he dragged her to the middle of the room before he charged, grabbing her hair and twisting her body up so that the red chains could wrap around her chest, pressing her breasts upwards and her arms to her sides. Now the viking angel was soundly trapped, her body captured for anything Kratos might have planned for it.
Thread: Twin Trouble [[me & Shovel]]

Lily laughed alongside her friends, watching as a girl's boyfriend kissed another girl. Smiling, Lily leaned towards her best friend and whispered how sparks seemed to fly. Of course, the girlfriend was less then pleased. Birthday parties seemed a little overrated for someone their age, so Lily preferred to think of them as get togethers. Just a bunch of friends gathering at a house to wreak havoc. It was far too much fun. A good sized group of friends sat in a circle, playing a youthful game of truth or dare. The more they played, the more sexual the dares or questions asked became. It was to be expected, but it still interested her. There was one guy that she had her eye on, and she knew she was due to be asked truth or dare soon. Once she surpassed that, she would ask her crush. Lily prayed he'd answer with 'truth' so she could quiz him on his feelings towards her. Meanwhile, however, the game continued. Lily looked to her twin brother, wondering if he was enjoying himself. Later, no doubt, they wouldn't even speak of this night. Sure, they were close enough, as far as siblings went, but it wasn't like she relied on her brother to gossip with or whatever. Girl friends were for that.
Thread: Desert Getaway (Itachi x Fandom)

Arid desert air seemed to pull the moisture out of his body. The thick, black robe baked his skin like an oven, though it was better than being bare in the harsh sun. Yet there was a beauty in the brutal desert, among the villagers who lived their lives in such a relaxed manner at their home, The buildings in the hidden Sand village reminded him of Konoha, and after so much time on the run, he relished the chance to walk freely, despite the looks he got. The distinct cloud pattern of Itachi's robe was attracting the attention of the villagers. He could feel their eyes, always on him, one who would dare wear the same clothing as the one who kidnapped their beloved Kage. Stepping into a small building, Itachi ordered tea to drink while he waited. Slipping by the grunts who monitered the entrance eliminated any unnecessary delays in his mission. Wearing his Akatsuki cloak would eventually attract attention of higher-ups, who would probably confront him shortly. Then he could see the Kazekage.
Thread: Desert Getaway (Itachi x Fandom)

Temari was....well....unhappy to say the least. After years of being a wanted criminal, all of a sudden this Itachi guy had been pardoned and welcomed back to Konoha as a ninja once again. That wasn't the worst part of it though. Now that he was visiting her village, of all people she had been assigned to 'look after him' and be his guide. She had much better things to be doing than this, but her brother had ordered it, which left her with little to no choice in the matter. Unfortunately, she had missed him entering the village, though it wasn't hard to track him. Everyone had seen him, the idiot was still wearing the robes of the now defunct Akatsuki, that was just asking for trouble. Quite quickly she was ablt to attract him to a nice little cafe, one of her favourite places to get a quick drink. She entered quietly, easily spotting the man amongst the other customers, approaching him from behind and standing right by him, her arms folded. Ahem....I suppose you're expecting me to welcome you to the village? Well don't get your hopes up, you damned idiot
Thread: Desert Getaway (Itachi x Fandom)

How bizarre, lady Hokage failed to mention they knew he was coming. His robe was useless now, as was dodging the initial security. 'Bad intelligence can get you killed, it's lucky this was't a combat mission.' Itachi thought to himself. 'I've been out of anbu for a long time... Never when I was...' Turning his head slightly when his escort cleared her throat, his attention moved back to his tea before she started speaking. I'm not interested in you at all. he replied, picking up his cup and swirling the liquid inside. This is for the Kazekage, a letter from the Hokage. It explains why I'm here, and holds other important information. he stated, retrieving a sealed scroll from a pouch on his leg 'It's quite urgent.
Thread: Desert Getaway (Itachi x Fandom)

Hmph, I'll decide if a message is important enough for the Kazekage or not Temari walked around so she was stood opposite him now on the other side of the table. So, do you have a deathwish or are you just stupid? She was pointing at his robe now, clearly indicating its Akatsuki origins. That isn't exactly a popular style around here. People still haven't forgiven Akatsuki for what they did to Gaara and the village. You really need to get something else to wear and blend in better if you're going to be spending any length of time here. Now.... She held out her hand expectantly for the letter. Hand over the message and just maybe I'll take you to the Kazekage
Thread: Desert Getaway (Itachi x Fandom)

If I'm not mistaken, you played a very important role in the invasion of the Hidden Leaf, all those years ago. Yet you still belong to the disgraceful sand village? Itachi asked calmly, sipping his tea. In that attack, our Hokage was killed. With your hot-headed mindset, I should have an equal right to tear you out of your offensive clothes. Looking into her eyes for the first time, he ran a hand through his hair as the tomoe in his eyes appeared, highlighted by the red. I'll find someone else to deliver it. I understand you're my escort, so I'll meet you at my quarters, after the Kazekage tells me where they are. he told her, putting down some money, before standing up. Take care of my cloak. Itachi said, before his body morphed into serveral crows, though no one else seemed to notice. The red and black cloak was left behind on the floor.
Thread: Desert Getaway (Itachi x Fandom)

Temari growled as he spoke to her....how dare he....she might have made a mistake....but what he did....he had murdered innocent people, killed them for no reason. And he dared speak to her like a criminal?! I'll have you know- She was cutt of when he simply stood and burst into nothing but crows, blinking, then scowling as she looked at his cloak. ....Bastard... She looked at the cloak for another moment, then just turned to head out of the cafe, leaving his cloak behind. Take care of it....like hell.... The woman folded her arms, heading off towards the palace so she could head for Itachi's quarters and wait for him. Like it or not, she was stuck babysitting him.
Thread: Desert Getaway (Itachi x Fandom)

It was clear that the sand shinobi wouldn't trust him again as easily as Konoha. Itachi chose not to speak before they opened the scroll, to avoid any unnecessary, uncomfortable questions. He was to serve and accept missions from the Kazekage until he could return to the Leaf. He would be carefully watched, but provided with nice housing. An escort guided him to his building, where he was to bet met by the Kage's honorable sister, who would be watching him for the duration of his stay.
Thread: Desert Getaway (Itachi x Fandom)

Temari glanced up as he was escorted towards her, frowning and folding her arms. Wel well....look who finally decided to arrive? She kicked at the door behind her, denting it slightly. This is your room, I'm sure you'll find it satisfactory It was one of the luxury guest rooms, perhaps one of the best in the entire building, though Temari was going to leave out the fact that her room was actually the one just next to his. So, I suppose you're expecting a tour or something? Or are you going to make things better for everyone and just stay in your room?
Thread: Desert Getaway (Itachi x Fandom)

There was nothing to do until he was called for, except relax and wait. Temari's harsh tone didn't bother him now that there was nothing pressing to take care of. She might even be interesting enough not to avoid, though he didn't really have a choice there. A polite smile was his first response, which lasted long enough to endure her punishment. I was thinking we could go out. he replied turning on the Uchiha charm. His tone was pleasant, with a hint of arrogance, his posture loose, with a sturdy confidence. I'm looking forward to seeing what your village has to offer. Maybe you can show me where some of the local girls are?
Thread: Desert Getaway (Itachi x Fandom)

That question caused Temari's fists to clench and twitch rather noticeably, her stare now glaring at him. How could he ask her such a thing?! What, you came here looking for the whores? Well you can find them yourself! What in the hell makes you think I'd know where you can find that?! She growled and suddenly turned to storm off down the corridor. I'll show you where the village square is and then you can find your own damn way around! I don't care who you are or what you're here for, there's no way I'm being stuck with a perverted bastard like you! Temari headed for the stairs to leave the building, others practically diving out of her way, not wanting to cross the kunoichi when she was so angry. That was as good as committing suicide.
Thread: Desert Getaway (Itachi x Fandom)

Temari of the hidden sand was nothing like what he was expecting. At the soonest opportunity, he would ask for a new escort. He would say something about such a skilled kunoichi being wasted on him, to appear polite. She was skilled enough to dent his door, in any case. If he knew his sister at all, the Kazekage would get the message. Until then, the cold, unforgiving, moody bitch could have her way. His face relaxed into a dull, annoyed expression at her childlike tantrum. He quietly opened his door, disappearing behind it. After removing his shoes, he walked to the nearest wall, sitting with his back against it, before he fell asleep.