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Thread: The Professor With the Thorn in His Side (PassTheHatchet & dearestdarling)

She grinned triumphantly as he conceded to her calling him her hero, proud to have won her second battle with him of the day. Two for two... Not bad for a day's work, she thought to herself, feeling quite satisfied. He was so much more likable here, in the intimate booth they shared. If she'd been told even an hour before she'd be laughing over drinks with Professor Blunt, she would not have believed it. But here she was. She noticed his gaze flicking down to where their skin met, but she didn't move her hand. What was meant to be just a short touch evolved into something more as he turned his arm over, his own fingers brushing the sensitive spot just beneath her small wrist. Was it just that she was a bit tipsy, or did she feel sparks flying? Did he? His teasing smile, his laugh... Her arm tingled where he touched, and despite the drinks she'd had, she wasn't completely unaware of how forbidden this was. She couldn't wait to tell Ashley all about it. Audrey was so lost in her thoughts that she almost didn't hear what he had said, her eyes still resting where their arms touched. He paused and she looked up quickly, a little embarrassed for zoning out. Hm? Oh, well yeah. Sports bars are a total drag, and as for clubs... Don't get me wrong, I love going to clubs and just dancing, totally losing control... But quiet nights in a place like this are good too. At least, it was supposed to be a quiet night. She shrugged, taking another sip of her drink. The evening wasn't a total waste... She began tracing soft shapes against his taut skin, knowing that she was going too far. She was curious to see how far she could push him, not so different from what she did in his classroom, but now the stakes were much higher. What she wanted now, she wasn't quite sure yet... But it was fun to push him. Honestly, I'm a little surprised you asked me to join you over here. I was under the impression that you didn't like me that much, she taunted, her eyes flashing to his. If you want, I could let you go... I did drive you to drink today, after all. She grinned, anxious to hear what he would say, and if he would insist that she should stay with him.
Thread: The Professor With the Thorn in His Side (PassTheHatchet & dearestdarling)

Adam's thoughts were everywhere, unable to settle on one idea long enough to finish it. He knew that breaking this rule could lead to disaster. But we're two intelligent adults. I'm sure we can both keep a secret. He knew they had already crossed lines, and that there were others waiting to be crossed. Did he want to step over them? Did she? Or was this all her idea of a joke...a way to stick it to him for being so hard on her? No, this felt too real to be a cruel game. While his mind went wild he was calm and loose in appearance. He looked down at their hands again...so close to touching. His fingers curled to stroke her wrist while she traced shapes against his skin. For being just halfway through his second drink, he was feeling it more than he should have. He was beginning to wonder if he would be able to even look at her during class, when the alcohol and excitement had worn off. Or would he even regret just a little flirting? What would make you think something like that? he smirked and took another sip. His eyes never broke from hers as he watched over the rim of his glass. I'm just as surprised that you joined me. There are plenty of reasons why I should be one of your least favorite people. He played along with a laugh, hoping she didn't really think he disliked her. You should stop thinking that...that I don't like you. I could do without the constant interruptions, but this side of Audrey is alright. The smile that followed was still playful, but just a touch more genuine. I don't have anywhere to rush off to. He answered. Even if I did, I don't think I would want to now . Adam let his palm slip down beneath hers, their fingers still at each other's wrists. He felt like he was smiling too much, so he took another sip of bourbon and glanced down to see how much of her drink was left. Don't let me keep you, though, if you have somewhere to be. He was trying to be rational, trying to keep a firm grip on his actions. But his next words slipped past a filter and came out anyway. This time I actually want you to stick around, so please don't tell me you have somewhere else to be. And although there may have been a hint of sarcasm in his voice, something told him she knew he meant it.
Thread: The Professor With the Thorn in His Side (PassTheHatchet & dearestdarling)

How far will this go? Friendly conversation had escalated into light flirting so quickly, she was almost afraid to see where it might lead... If she let it. Audrey hadn't been interested in dating for the past couple years, after a bad experience with her ex... But she wasn't opposed to something fun, something casual... But this was her professor. Not just her professor, but one that she would have for the next couple of years, for classes that were essential for her to graduate. Out of any of her teachers, he was the most risky one to try something like this with, but... She felt his fingers on her wrist, stroking it lightly. She didn't know that wrists could be so sensual, but then again, he was her teacher. Only right that she should be learning from him. The tension between them was thick, as usual, but somehow entirely different. Her hand was so close to his... How long had it been since something as simple as almost holding hands had excited her so much? To anyone passing by, they may have looked like they were on a date... And the possibility of being seen by someone who mattered sent a strange sort of thrill down her spine. If I didn't interrupt your class, who would keep you on your toes? she asked saucily, raising her chin a bit in defiance. Her eyes were still bright, but the drinks she'd had had cast a bit of a glaze on them. She usually didn't have more than two, but after what she'd been through, she felt another was called for. Catching the eye of the bartender, she gestured for another for both of them. She had no intention of leaving, at least not yet. So he didn't dislike her, after all. She downed the rest of her old drink as the bartender brought them another, and she thanked him softly. Her heart was racing as his skin brushed hers... His cute smirk, that piece of hair that seemed determined to go in its own direction... She couldn't stop looking at him, taking this new side of him in. She started on her new glass, taking a sip as he almost seemed to insist that she stay. She felt like she was in some sort of sexy, mental chess match, and she wasn't too bad at chess. At a painfully slow pace, she skated her fingers into his palm, tracing over a couple of lines before resting her small hand in his. Your move. You know, this is a really good look for you. At first I almost didn't recognize you, she said softly, leaning just a bit closer. Her words were much more PG than what she was actually thinking. From what she could see, he had a really nice body... So why did he hide it away, dressing like someone's grandfather?
Thread: The Professor With the Thorn in His Side (PassTheHatchet & dearestdarling)

Adam held the last sip of his drink in his mouth as a little experiment, waiting to see if the dull burning could distract him from Audrey's eyes, the soft touch of her hand, the lulling effect of her voice. He knew their game was getting more and more dangerous. The further he let her pull him in, the harder it would be to back away. But she was even more intoxicating than the alcohol, and so much harder to step away from. He pushed his second empty glass aside, promising himself it was the last for the night. Now was the time to find his mental footing and start taking small backward steps. But then she spoke again, and suddenly he couldn't get enough of her voice. The bartender set another bourbon on the table, Audrey's fingers slipped into his palm, and all traction he had gained was lost. So is that what you're doing now? Trying to keep me on my toes? His chin tipped upward curiously to mirror her, his eyebrows raised as if to say I dare you. His conscience had shrunk to a small, dying voice, yet Adam could still hear it clearly. Push the drink away. Imagine your next class with her. Back off. Now. He listened and considered it for a moment, even as his hand closed around hers. It had been so long since he had felt such excitement and intimacy in one moment, and deep down he knew he would be kicking himself if he stopped now. This? He asked and glanced down at his tee shirt, then quickly back into her soft eyes. This isn't a look, is it? It's just...me. But thanks. His fingers folded over the back of her hand and began tracing shapes of his own now. Her skin was so soft...he caught himself wondering how it would feel against his lips. You, though...this look...you pull it off very nicely. He took the first sip of the third drink, breaking his own promise, and leaned a little closer. What he hell are you doing?! Every small advance would make it harder to leave, he knew this, yet he tiptoed closer to another line. I hope you're good at keeping secrets. The mere suggestion that there were secrets to keep - or that there could be more - was surprisingly thrilling.
Thread: The Professor With the Thorn in His Side (PassTheHatchet & dearestdarling)

He asked what she up to now, and she found herself stumped. What am I doing? What do I want from this? Her mind was a bit cloudy from drinking, but it was a warm, happy cloud. That part of her that might've tried to reason with her had been silenced a while ago, lost in the wonderful, booze-induced haze she was in. A little more than tipsy, she grinned, tugging at a lock of her long, soft hair. Audrey saw something she wanted, and now, she was going to after it. Damn the consequences. Despite the spell she was under, she was still almost hyper-aware of the way he slowly inched closer to her, the air between them electric. Hooking up had become so boring that Audrey had taken a break from the game for awhile, but now there was a new excitement, a new game she had never played. He was older, and in a position of authority over her-- both reasons she should leave and not look back-- but it only made his touch more exquisite, and his attention more exciting. He complimented her outfit and she flushed in spite of herself, biting her plump bottom lip. You really like it? What about it catches your eye? she asked demurely, looking up at him through thick lashes. Her heart skipped a beat at what he said next they were teetering towards a line that once crossed, it could never be undone, and he seemed to be all for it. Depends on what the secret is... Some are too juicy to keep. Ashley was definitely going to hear about this, every detail, but she trusted her best friend with everything. But what secret would that be? she asked, her eyes dark and curious.
Thread: The Professor With the Thorn in His Side (PassTheHatchet & dearestdarling)

They were testing the tipping point, their actions nudging them closer to upsetting the balance for good while good sense struggled to pull them back to where they should be. Adam feared they had already strayed too far to turn back, but still he kept chasing her lure deeper. Despite the alcohol-enduced numbing of his thoughts, he felt enlivened and dared himself to take just one more step. When Audrey bit her lip he wondered if she had found a way to search his mind and find small weaknesses to exploit. His chest buzzed with electricity that sent fluttering jolts down through his stomach and left his arms tingling. What about it catches your eye? She had to know how incredible she looked in the dress, and Adam was almost careless enough to touch on every detail about it that made his mind swarm with thoughts he should never have of a student. Instead, he just smiled a little wider at the mention of secrets and shrugged, raising his eyebrows as he took another sip. Just be careful who you let in on the more juicy secrets, then. He replied and smirked again, loving the rush that came with suggesting such secrets were possible. His fingertips drew slow, swirling lines down her palms and along her fingers, all the way to their tips before moving into her hand again. His gaze darted downward, just a quick glitch in eye contact when her question about her dress echoed again. I really do like it. He said, finally answering her question. I probably shouldn't be too specific about what catches my eye... He teased, one corner of his smile tugging upwards. It's not just how good it looks on you. It's the way it hints that there's so much more to you than I get to see in the classroom...so much to miss out on by being just an uptight teacher...by following all the rules. His own words seemed to be trying to convince him to stop worrying about the consequences and just dive in.
Thread: The Professor With the Thorn in His Side (PassTheHatchet & dearestdarling)

Audrey couldn't help but be a little disappointed in his answer she felt like she was playing cat and mouse with him, but instead of a quick chase, it was a slow, deliberate game that she didn't know the ending to. But she was patient. She could gently bend him to her will. Hm. An interesting answer, Professor, but I was hoping you could be more specific. She was teasing him now, poking fun at how he regularly spoke in class. His fingers played on her palm, and she tried not to shiver from the sensitive contact. What would those hands feel like, in other places? But his unsatisfactory answer did give her a valuable insight to what he was thinking, something she could work with. You know what they say about rules, though. That they're meant to be broken? Aren't you tired of being so restrained... Don't you want to be free to do what you want to do? Take what you want to take? Her voice was quiet, and spoke slowly, enunciating every word carefully. She paused, looking down at the small table between them before she glanced back up at him intently. I would love to get out of here. Booze always makes me restless, you know? She grinned, leaning just a bit closer. Are you busy now? We could have coffee at my place... Or yours, if you want. Or if you're getting tired, I could just head home. The last bit was said with the edge of a taunt, almost like a warning. Here's your last chance to escape... If you want to.
Thread: The Professor With the Thorn in His Side (PassTheHatchet & dearestdarling)

Spurred by her little jab at his classroom demeanor, Adam laughed softly into his glass before finishing his drink. She had never backed down from him in class, and he wasn't about to do so now. With his drink out of the way, he leaned just a little closer to play along. When he spoke again about the dress he could hear his words before thinking them. The way it moves with your hips when you move, and just kisses your thighs...how it has memorized every curve... All things I would love to do to you. ...how it reveals just enough to be so tempting to break the rules. His hand was around hers again, their fingers laced almost clumsily together. Although his mind was made up that he wasn't leaving without her, he still heard a feeble say no whispered from the small sober corner that remained. My place is just a couple blocks away...shall we go to whoever is closer? He suggested. The ground felt a bit unstable beneath his feet as he searched for the footing to stand. His hand slipped from hers as he rose from the booth and fished a couple neatly folded bills from his pocket to leave on the table. Looking down at her, he was faced with his last chance to take it all back and say goodnight. There was a moment of hesitation that never showed in his glossy eyes as they focused on hers. He offered his hand again motioned with a subtle turn of his head toward the front door and the fresh air beyond it.
Thread: The Professor With the Thorn in His Side (PassTheHatchet & dearestdarling)

His second answer was... much nicer. It completely enticed her, stoking the fire that was building behind her wide eyes. He wanted her, she knew that plainly now. She felt a bit smug because of it, and couldn't stop a satisfied grin from curving her full lips. She was seducing her professor! The one that , up until tonight, could hardly stand to be in the same room as her! The possible consequences of whatever would come next never crossed her mind she was only concerned with this sensual chase, what she wanted, and what it would take to get it. He mentioned his place and she paused, giving it a quick think. Her apartment, while perfectly fine to her, was a bit of mess. And she was curious to see what he lived like. Could we go to yours? I drove here, and I don't think it would be smart to try to drive back. She'd never planned on getting smashed, though she didn't regret her decision one bit. He stood and she took the hand he offered, squeezing it gently. Her legs felt just a bit wobbly, from drink or excitement, she couldn't guess. It took everything she had to walk at a normal pace instead of dragging him out of there. She almost stopped him from leaving the money, as she had already agreed to pay, but a sinful idea blossomed in her mind and she didn't mention it, leading him out of the door and onto the sidewalk, stopping and turning to him. She was so close to him, so deliciously close.... But she needed to be patient. Lead the way, Sir, she breathed, her face just inches away from his. Her gaze fell to his lips and she bit hers, but they couldn't, not here where someone could see.
Thread: The Professor With the Thorn in His Side (PassTheHatchet & dearestdarling)

Adam wondered if he had made his growing desire too obvious, but the thought left his mind as quickly as it had come. If the night kept slipping out of his grasp as quickly as it was, it would be much more obvious before long. Hand in hand, the unlikely couple made a stealthy exit to pause under the weak streetlights. Adam was getting his bearings when he felt Audrey turn to him, so warm and so close...so out in the open. The air in the small space between their bodies seemed to come alive with tension. Adam, getting more comfortable with ignoring the voice of warning in his head, turned to face her and guided a hand across the small of her back. He could smell her sweet, slightly boozy breath and craved just the smallest taste, but refrained. Headlights appeared far off down the street, but he braved a few more seconds of this alluring closeness before turning away again. This way...it's not far. He said, tipping his head across the street. His hand skimmed her waistline and fell away from the curve of her hip. Their deep eye contact held until he finally had to check the approaching car's distance. His hand wrapped around hers and held firmly as he stepped off the curb to hurry across the street, the two just a silhouette escaping through the headlight beams and into the seclusion of a quiet side street. The short run across the street brought him to the edge of his neighborhood, dimly lit and already sleeping. His house was only two blocks away, but he was already feeling the nervous rush of anticipation. It felt like only seconds had passed when their brisk walk halted in the cool lawn outside his house. It's just coffee he lied to himself, hoping to justify bringing one of his students home. Maybe he would regret it in the morning when he was thinking clearly again. Maybe he would have to avoid eye contact with the girl in the front row for the next year. Maybe it was one of the worst decisions he would ever make. None of that seemed to matter now as he clumsily unlocked the front door and let it swing open, held Audrey's hand a little tighter, and lead her into his home. The living room greeted them, lit by a single lamp on an end table next to a sofa. Aside from a few books laying opened around the room and a stack of papers on the coffee table, the place was immaculate...decades old but made as modern and comfortable as any brand new home. A little more welcoming than the bar, I hope. Adam said, turning to Audrey again. Less eyes to hide from... He added with a sly little grin. He could feel himself leaning forward without thinking, and could see her eyes getting blurry as his moved closed. His hand was slipping around her waist again and his lips just paring when a single booming bark startled him upright again.
Thread: Daughter and dads best friend ( older_man_forrp x Sweetone)

I run upstairs and pack a bag with clothes for the week and a bathing suit since they have a pool and she could tan. She was happy to stay with family friends while her parents were out of town.
Thread: Daughter and dads best friend ( older_man_forrp x Sweetone)

Alex paused typing on his laptop and sat back int he chair. He raised his reading glases and squeezed his eyes, tired from staring at the screen for far too long. He checked his watch and the time sparked a sudden memory. She would be here soon. They'd known Beth and Gary for ten years or more and in that time they'd watched their daughter blossom from a precocious child into somethingmuch more self aware and self-possessed. Alex didn't know why this visit had pricked his mind anymore than the previous times they'd all been together. Perhaps it was because he and Sam were going through a few mariage problems. She was a driven woman at the best of times, a VP in her law firm and used to being ballsy, but recently she seemed to be bringing this attitude home. She had always implied that she felt her job was more important than his. They'd had a few rows and for the last 3 weeks hadn't had sex. Now there would be another female in the house, a younger one, full of potential. Alex stood up and made his way upstairs. He decided to shower before their guest arrived. Naked, he looked at himself in the mirror, not bad for 45, largely down to the sport and exercise. Dark hair, dark brooding eyes, he was still attractive enough to have students try to flirt with him. He soaped himself down, dried off put on jeans and a t-shirt and went to fix himself some single malt dutch courage.
Thread: Apocalypse Interest Check

7, 12 or 14? lol Count me in.
Thread: Apocalypse Interest Check

I have my reasons. p But hooray! Thanks for joining! Tell your friends!
Thread: Apocalypse Interest Check

Ok, so the one who plays the Anti-Christ and the one who plays the False Prophet gets thrown into Lake of Fire! For those who play the evil guys are marked with the 666 by having microchip implants in them. They get fucked up in the end as well.
Thread: Apocalypse Interest Check

Drexel, are you running this RP or am I? I've got everything written and planned out already so don't bother trying to railroad my RP. Are you joining or not?
Thread: Apocalypse Interest Check

Well the mere fact that you are basing this on the Book Of Revelations means the RP is already railroad up to the conclusion. Basically if I'm going to play as one of the wicked humans, the only hope I have is to repent and to avoid getting the Mark Of The BeastThat is if the timeline is set in the Great Tribulation, which would mean I could get myself killed if I refuse being tagged. If I would be a servant of Jesus Christ then the only thing I could do is to spread Christ's teachings and warnings so that some might avoid the machinations of the Anti-Christs. If I get caught by the authorities then its martyrdom. I don't know if you are taking the concept of the apocalypse from the movies Megiddo or Left Behind Anyway, I consider these two movies crooked.