Thread: Vanilla gets a flavor (SHARPii & Adam)

There was no way for her to fully gauge his reaction, to know what he was thinking, to see beyond his cold stare that she was now looking directly into without any faltering strength. Deep down, she was trembling and feared that hed be able to see it or even sniff it out, call her bluff, or something to that relation. But no, she didnt once take a step back. Chloe stood her ground, made her demands versus really politely asking. It wasnt like her to be this bold, this forward, this courageous into exploring something entirely forbidden and new for her that shed really have no idea of. She didnt know at all what she was getting herself into but from day one, she always knew what she had gotten herself into when she and Henry started dating and eventually moved in together. She knew that one day, their sex life which catered to what she was capable of and what he just settled for would not be enough for him. She always knew this because she knew there was more to him than giving into vanilla sex all the time. There was nothing wrong with vanilla. Vanilla was quite delicious. Henry was not vanilla. Oh no, not by a long shot. Chloe is, but she wanted to turn that is into a was. Her eyes never left his, even as that look got closer to her and she could feel her chest at least pressed against his. She didnt step back. She stayed where she was and her hands never left her pockets. Her stance didnt shift and she didnt break down and away or run screaming for the hills. It was a faade but a faade she wouldnt break because her determination fueled it and determination was a fuel like no other. Well that and love. And she loved Henry, a lot. His stench was impossible to ignore and it filled her nostrils though when she got to the depth of it, the lingering scent of a females lovely perfume. She wasnt sure if it entranced her or repulsed her. Probably the latter, especially how he was dressed, how he looked and that he clearly had just woken up and was already with a beer in his hands? She wanted to make a face. She refrained from doing so. Even vanilla lattes knew better. Her face said one thing, impassive, but her mind was bustling and running chaotically mad with her judgments. Chloe couldnt help that she gulped almost audibly when he lifted her chin so that in their close proximity, she could look at him. She didnt bite her lip, even if it was a subconscious habit, and she was making sure she didnt. She didnt want her resolve to be broken just because he was touching her and because the distance between them wasnt great at all. Her face remained emotionless even if she was a quaking and shaking mess deep inside. She almost felt her knees shaking. He was touching her and not in a way she had come to enjoy yetonly with her boyfriendbut she didnt back down. Only naturally did his touch around her nipple through her shirt made her lips part and the loud smack to her bottom caused her to squeal. It was natural and all took her by surprise. Not yet killing their close proximity, her eyes took on a challenging look. You think or seem as if you have me pegged Adam. So factor this into what is left of your brain. If I couldnt be taken serious or be trusted with the decision, why the hell would I be at your doorstep even proposing it? I dont say things I dont mean. I think before I speak. I thought long and hard about this and frankly, Im just tired of being perceived the way I am. She said simply. I can handle it. But you wouldnt know unless you found out. So whats stopping you? Ive given you ever incentive and not a single flinch of grimace in your way. She explained. Then her hand came to his chest and with strength someone of her size did actually have, she pushed him back, her eyes never leaving his. As long as you understand and realize that I am only yours for a week. She almost hissed. See, even she could find a pair to strap on and act as bold and brazen as needed. Looks could be deceiving. This could very well be the case with Chloe Mikhaelson.