Thread: LOL: RMBH (Raivh and Lingering Desire)

RE LOL RMBH Raivh and Talin The lackadaisical grin on his face only spread wider when her bright blue eyes widened at his remark. An air of triumphant arrogance swirled around him, darkening the devious look in his eyes at her retort. She didnt seem to believe him, which was probably for the best. It would make snagging her undergarments easier sometime, if he felt the need or want to do so. He could only imagine the look on her face if he were to show her his loot after pillaging her room. Glancing from Oakley to Tasha as the conversation was passed from one girl to the other, Aric arched his brows in reaction to Tashas comment. It was the only return he gave before following her into the dormitory. A foreign world to him, the building smelled of feet, urine, and just plain peculiarlike a petting zoo. The hairs in his nose curled against the smell as he followed the girls down the hall and to their room. When Tasha stopped in front of the door, he glanced down at Oakley, that same cocky yet kind grin turning up the corners of his mouth. He laughed at Tashas exclamation and expression of her knowledge on the whereabouts of Oakleys panties. He was still chuckling to himself, when Oakley challenged Tasha, huffed, and swept past them both. Tasha shrugged her shoulders and motioned for him to enter. Stepping inside, he turned his head in the direction of the sound of movement, catching glimpses of Oakley as she hustled about in her room. He caught sight of one thin bra strap and cleared his throat, glancing away with bright red ears. The few times hed been with a girl in the past four years, hed always stopped her from taking her clothes off in front of him, never let her kiss him, and never kissed her in return. To kiss a woman for him meant to take her and to take her meant to make her his mate for life. He would have no decision but to be bound to her, while she on the other hand would be able to walk away out of anger or frustration or for any other reason. Arics eyes followed Oakley as she stomped back out into the kitchen. He accepted the bottle of water offered to him by Tasha, spun the cap off and took a long drink as the two girls argued about what it meant to be a good hostess. His gaze, previously on Tasha, shifted to Oakley when she shouted out that he wasnt her guest, and he pulled the water bottle away from his mouth. Apparently, he was, and she conceded defeat, before moving off and sitting down on the couch. When she gestured for him to join her, he stood in the kitchen for a moment as if deciding whether he would or not, and then crossed into the room and sank down beside her on the couch. His head was turned to face her, his body only inches away from hers, knees angled out comfortably. She apologized for her harsh behavior on the night they met, stating that it wasnt a good night, just a bad chapter of her life. He nodded, brown eyes trained on the light blue eyes below each of her slender, blonde eyebrows. Thats good, he said, but before he could say anything more, Tasha was interrupting and inputting her own comment. Eyebrows raised, he glanced from Oakley to Tasha, and then back to a very distressed looking Oakley. Kyles her boyfriend? he asked, taking advantage of the momentary break of chatter to figure out who this fellow was. Tasha shook her head, lips pursed tight together, fleeing after she finished commenting on the bruise Oakley had received from the fall Aric allowed her to experience, however unintentional it had been. No. Was her boyfriend. The assholes her ex now. The door slammed shut and the pillow that had flown through the air moments before flopped on the floor. Laughing, Arics attention shifted once again when Oakley stretched her legs out, jostling the couch a slight bit, and placed her water bottle on the coffee table. He took another swig of his as she spoke, asking him if he would go to dinner if she asked. That smile crept over his features again, curling the edges of his lips, and he arched his brows at her apparent nervousness. Leaning forward, staring at her face though she kept her eyes trained on her shoes, he held his expression. When she turned, bringing up manners and the fact that she could say please, his grin broadened. She smiled, her cheeks flushed, and when she looked away again he sat back, chuckling to himself. I dont think you know what youre getting yourself into, asking me to dinner, he replied at last. There was mischievousness about him and glinting in his eyes. He heard Tashas door open, and glanced down the hall as the woman poked her head out the door. She stuck her tongue out at Oakley, mouthing, Dont pull that lets be friends card, Oak. Registering the words meant for Oakley, Aric shook his head. His expression has assumed a serious look, no longer grinning in a flirtatious manner. As friends, and you let me pay. Tasha can get in on this, too. The other woman frowned before closing her door, leaving Aric and Oakley to themselves. Well eat here in your dorm. My cousins wont let anyone eat if its my apartment. Next Friday alright? -- I cant believe you didnt just take her out on a real date, Tasha said, shaking her head. She was seated in her boyfriends lap when Aric entered the room, a pan of lasagna in his hand that hed fought to keep his cousins out of. Setting a box of garlic toast on the counter, Aric asked Oakley for a sheet to cook it on, and when he received it, began putting the slices of frozen toast on it. He slid it into the oven along with the lasagna when the box was empty. I mean, look at her. Shes hot as hell. Why wouldnt you want to take her out? Glancing over his shoulder, Aric smiled at Oakley and caught her eyes. Maybe next time, he said. A grin stretched over his countenance, and a devious spark lit up his deep brown irises. Shes not exactly my type. Maybe too hot. Chuckling, he walked past her and caught her scent. It flooded into his nostrils and deep into his lungs, giving him a sort of intoxicated high. He stumbled into the edge of the counter on his way to the living room and cussed under his breath. Tasha huffed from where she sat, shaking her head in disbelief as Aric flopped down in one corner of the couch. He could feel Tashas eyes burning into the side of his skull. He could smell alcohol on her and her date. The idea of a beer was too inviting to avoid, and he got up off the couch to go seek one out. Hed be fine driving back with a little buzz. Alcohol never lasted long around Terrance and Ian. Get one for me, too, Tasha called, still obviously coherent. There were only two cans setting on the coffee table in the living room, and he assumed one was her boyfriends. And Oaks going to need one, too! Smiling at her roommate, the girl rested her head against her boyfriends shoulder and kissed his jaw, sliding her hand along the waist of his pants. Aric could already smell sex in the air. Either theyd had a round before hed arrived, or they were both mentally and physically aroused to the point he could sense it himself. Opening the fridge, Aric pulled out four beers and returned to the living room. Here, he said, tossing one to Oakley, and handing two to Tasha. She took them and placed one in her boyfriends hand. Popping the tab off his can, Aric flopped onto the couch. Tasha leaned at an angle to grab the remote, dialing up the volume on the television show that was on. There was a movie coming on soon, something that Tasha had picked up, and based on the content on screen now, it was going to be bad. His attention moved from the flickering light of the T.V. to Oakley. There was a pile of what appeared to be homeworka mess of papers regardlessopposite the corner he was sitting in. His leg brushed against Oakleys, no space on the couch to spare for extra room, they were shoulder to shoulder. Brown eyes flitted about her face, and he lifted a hand. The tip of his index finger brushed over the healing cut under her eye. Hows the bruised ass? he teased, an airy laugh bursting from his chest. His hand fell back to his lap as he took a swallow of beer.