Thread: Wicked Deception (Orgasmo vs. Silver Lining)

She wasn't exactly sure where he had come from, considering the fact that before this particular evening, she had never spoken a single word to him and vice versa. She had been given the opportunity in getting glimpses of him every now and then on campus, but other than that, he was practically a rumor. However, such was dashed away without pause whilst she felt his hands begin to traverse down along her frame, which was so unabashedly snuggled up against his own. Evelyn could feel her heartbeat begin to race to unavoidable heights, whilst digits played across her arm, forcing goosebumps to align the length. She had had plenty of men indulge her in this type of affectionate desire, yet none had driven such a reaction out of her, so quickly. The young Brasilia figured it was due to his heavily weighted charm, humor and overall capability of simply...drawing her in. They clicked, whether both of them were aware of it or not. She was attracted to him like a moth to flame, such a claim seeming utterly ridiculous this early on in the game. Whether Evelyn wished to admit this or not, it wasn't up to her. It was quite blatantly obvious in the way they moved together. Anyone who stopped to watch the duo could see the chemical reaction boiling and mixing off of them as if it were tangible matter. From the way she laughed, enlightened by his comment and soon gasping due to the rebellious change of position. If one could not take notice of this growing seedling of desire, then one had to be blind. The crowd was painfully aware of their attraction, even if they were not. It was exhilarating either way, and Evelyn was happily soaking in every second with Darryll. The room was spinning around her in a flourish of multi-colored lights, it thrummed with the heavy bass of the music and settled firmly on her senses with a musky, heated presence. She was overwhelmed, yet her attention was solely on her partner. She never once took her vision off of him, and whilst she was spun around carelessly, she allowed herself to let go, enjoying the flutter of butterflies within her gut. He made her feel alive, if she could pick any term to describe the current elation running through her like a wildfire. Every shuddering breath and smidgen of skin touching skin electrified her until she was certain if he kept this up, she would be rendered into an utter mess of pleasure. A simple dance turned into an experience she truly would never forget, due to the fact that Evelyn would be the first to vouch for his talent of dancing. His form was strong, and the way he held her felt graceful, rather than assertive. Surely it helped with the fact that he was quite easy on the eyes, and the foreign scholar was absolutely smitten. Damn him for making her this way... Anyone who knew her well enough, would know that she was definitely not a fan of having a weakness. It made her uncomfortable, for one reason or another. And Darryll? He was quickly becoming a problem in that aspect. Her world dwindled down to him holding her immeasurably close, whilst one sinuous leg of her's was kept tight to his side. She dared to tease the back of his neck with her nails, scratching tenderly at the flesh found there all the while he dragged his lips upon her bosom, up her collarbone and finally to her neck. A brief shudder wracked her frame and she sighed in delight, relishing beneath the attention. She had barely registered the fact that now both of her feet were planted on the ground, and did so only when his voice reverberated through her head, signaling for her to gently blink herself awake. She had been lost in a distant dream-like state, and finally, the environment hit her head on. She was aware of everything, specifically his hot breath coming out to gust across her neck with every muttered word. A laugh quickly exited her, and she turned her head, forcing their noses to brush and gazes to lock. Aside from where it originated from, dare I say I'm growing quite fond of that nickname, she confessed with a taunting rise of a brow. Her tongue slipped out to grace the reddened suppleness of her lips, Evelyn obviously toying with his own patience. You're confident in your ability of making my legs quiver, hm, she asked quietly, trickling her digits along the expanse of his chiseled jaw. Admiring his features, she shook her head, as if punishing him, Who said I would give you the privilege of doing such, though, hm? May I remind you, you don't even know my name. Or...did he, already? After all, she was oblivious to the buzz going around, solely revolving around her.