Thread: Vanilla gets a flavor (SHARPii & Adam)

It was annoying, insulting and intimidating, really. Her boyfriend kept saying no, saying she wouldnt be able to handle it that it wasnt for her, not her cup of tea, all variations of the fact that she wouldnt be able to handle what he could and probably really wanted to dish out. She loved him though. A lot. And his desires, his fantasies and his needs as well as his wants fascinated her but she never could get into the depth of it all. Oh, how she wanted to, for him to let her into that part of his life. No girlfriend ever wanted to know that their boyfriends past and exes could satisfy him but she could not. Not because she was incapable. The fact she was curious enough have to be incentive enough to show that was capable. It was because he didnt want to. He didnt want to put her through that or some story because as far as they went in personalities, it was like they were total polar opposites. That might have been true except for the fact she was curious, determined and well her boyfriend would meet a new side of his dear beloved girlfriend by the time he came back. Hed know a new Chloe Mikhaelson The day started out relatively normal. Aside from the fact that she woke up alone, without the warm and comforting body of her boyfriend. He had to go out of tone. She was without him for a week. But she was a girl on a mission because by the time he came back, shed really be the girl for him and there wouldnt be a single doubt in her mind, neither should there be one in his, as to where or not she could truly handle what he could really do. She knew exactly the person to talk to. Every morning, she woke up at eight oclock sharp, went out for a morning run that lasted for an hour and then came home to get showered and get her day going. After her shower, the blonde and slender young female walked over to the mirror and sink. Her wet and freshly clean body was wrapped in a very soft and comfortable plush dark red large cotton body towel. Her nimble hand came over to the mirror to wipe away the fog and her towel dried hair lay over one shoulder as she looked at herself. This would be the last time she looked at this girl in the mirror, the one shed always been, the one shed always be. A small smile played onto that angelic face of her, her skin soft and tingly, as well as sensitive with a hint of a hue of pink on her skin from the scalding shower. Dimples formed onto her face from her smile, her lips pink and soft, her eyes big and alluring and that same nimble hand came to run through her wet locks, tucking a lock behind her ear as she looked at herself. Her head tilted. She wasnt disappointed in herself or her decision. Chloe dressed herself in a simple white v-neck made of soft cotton that had long sleeves that covered her hands a bit and the hem rest snugly at her hips, accentuating her slender figure nicely. She pulled on black shorts underneath, her choice of underwear being a simple but kind-of sexy light blue lace bra and matching cheekies, though now hidden with her choice in wardrobe. After blow drying her hair and putting on some face moisturizer, she continued on with her day cooking and getting some work done. Her hands were in the pockets of her shorts which hung loosely off of her hips as she approached the door of the large place. The car she drove, a simple Honda Hiccup was parked on the side not too far and she let out a small sigh as he rang the doorbell, her teeth catching her lower lip as she waited. For a moment, she entertained the thought that he wasnt home or not awake or something of that sort and that her current timing was bad. Shed just been about to turn to leave when she heard the lock on the door and it open, revealing the man before her and she actually gulped audibly. Hoy, he looked angry and definitely not a morning person, even if it wasnt morning anymore. Her hand came up to her rub her cheek and she stepped back almost instinctively. Adam? She asked. Adam, its me, Chloe. Henrys girlfriend? She took another tentative back, going down one step on the porch for her own safety, especially if he roused the idea of suddenly smashing that bottle and stabbing her with it for intruding. She got the message loud and clear. It was her job to maybe placate him.