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Post by Ali Cross on Nov 24, 2010 20:07:26 GMT -5
Ali was curious by the term “the army” that Zee- the experiment used in his description of his brother’s “way” after the two were experimented on. She guessed that he either meant that he joined the agents or he became a scientist of some sorts since the prospect of him doing to the actual army seemed a little slim. The waiter was leading them to their table as Ali mulled over the information that she had just received. She glanced over at him, being pulled out of her thoughts slightly when he used her full name. She considered telling him to just call her Ali like most did, but she sort of liked the way that “Alison” sounded when he said it.
The scientist sat across from the experiment and rested her chin on the palm of her left hand, her fingers curled up in front of her petite mouth as she rested her elbow on the edge of the table and her other arm lightly on the table. She contemplated how to reply, looking the experiment in the eyes as she did so.
“All good an interesting I suppose,” she replied after a moment, smirking slightly behind her hand and glanced down at the menu that was placed before her. Without looking up from it she continued. “What kind of books?” [/center] |
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Post by Zeek Fulgidus on Nov 25, 2010 12:52:08 GMT -5
Zeek looked at her facial expressions. "Mm, anything I can leech information from." He spoke softly, aware now of the people around him. While she may have known he was a mutant, he didn't want it publicised.
"You know, you don't seem to smile unless someone is in pain." The purple haired man commented, a sly grin on his face as he voiced his observation. He enjoyed talking to this woman, she seemed to have his attention. Much like a book, he was entranced. |
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Post by Ali Cross on Nov 26, 2010 22:06:53 GMT -5
Ali noted the softly spoken words and cocked an eyebrow at the experiment across from her. Was he ashamed of the strong, cocky, and – yes, she’d admit it – attractive expression of himself that he had shown her in the alleyway? Well that would never do. Ali made a note that she would have to change this fact if anything were to proceed between them. Wait, no what was she thinking? Proceed between them? Nothing between them was ever going to even exist. She was a scientist, he was an experiment. Their relationship would never go any farther than that, correct? Correct. All she wanted out of him was someone to tie down and make squirm at her touch. She needed someone to break.
“Oh, is that so?” Ali retorted in response to his smile comment. She couldn’t help but let a bit of a sly grin trace across her own features at this thought. She waited until they were given drink before continuing her response. She paid no attention to the waiter, her attention fully on Zeek. Once the waiter was gone, giving them time to decide what they were going to eat, Ali leaned forward in her seat so that she could whisper and only Zeek would here.
“We all have things that make us smile. Some people enjoy movies and popcorn,” she whispered to him, giving him a challenging look. She lifted her hand up and cupped his chin slightly, leaning in closer to his ear. “I prefer a bit of screaming and some whimpers of defeat.”
And she backed up, winking at Zeek devilishly. Just then the waiter returned, curious as to whether they were ready to order or not. Ali didn’t really mind what she ate so she just told him to bring her a bit of everything and she would just pick and choose whatever. She then turned back to Zeek, waiting for him to make his decision on a meal. [/center] |
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Post by Zeek Fulgidus on Dec 1, 2010 14:27:29 GMT -5
Zeek looked at her, studying her facial expressions. And unlike the striking Scientist, he found no shame in finding her attractive. The gentle point of her nose, was, in all truth cute. Her eyes, a little frightening. But the mouth, the mouth's talent he had experienced before. Recently. So his opinion on that was..positive. At least.
"You're kinky." Zeek chided softly, leaning back and away from the softness he had felt from her palm gripping what he hoped felt like a strong jaw. He picked up his glass then, water, several cubes of chipped ice. Nice.
He was still inspecting the water in the glass container when the waiter came. He hadn't really thought of food. Zeek hm'd, after eventually eating a spiced pasta meal. Unlike some would think, his choices on food said nothing about who he was. |
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Post by Ali Cross on Dec 5, 2010 18:41:10 GMT -5
Ali couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at Zeek’s response. Wait, the experime- oh forget it. The scientist was finding herself liking this encounter more and more by the second and she was feeling a bit of something else as well, though it was far from the time that she would be admitting to something like that. For now she allowed herself to admit that she found this handsome man before her attractive ever so slightly and she enjoyed the intellectual conversation and banter they were able to get in. Indeed, he was a challenge, but one Ali was willing to deal with.
After the waiter was gone, off to get their order and bring it to them, Ali turned her complete attention once more on Zeek. She leaned her cheek on her palm again, crossing her legs beneath the table and “accidently” grazed his leg with her foot. She didn’t exactly know why she was… well, flirting… but she wasn’t about to stop. In fact, she was quite enjoying herself and being the selfish person that she was, Ali wasn’t about to stop doing something that she was enjoying. She took a sip of the water she had ordered. Normally she would have a glass of wine with her meals, but this place didn’t hold any of her kinds of alcoholic beverages so she had chosen water instead.
“You’re quite fascinating you know,” she commented somewhat absentmindedly. “Much different than I’d expect an experiment to be.” [/center] |
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Post by Zeek Fulgidus on Dec 6, 2010 12:03:08 GMT -5
Zeek's eyes went from casually glancing around the room at the other restaurant goers to Ali once again as she touched his leg. A small ball clamped in his throat. He may have been an experiment, and she may have been a scientist, but hell, that didn't mean he didn't know about women.
The purple haired man inhaled softly before smiling across the table. "Thank you, miss Cross. Perhaps you hadn't noticed, while busy disecting 'my kind', but we could have some serious fun together." Zeek had actually made finger quotes on the 'my kind' and had smiled grimly, but made no other expression. However, on the fun, he had meant his words. Bedroom antics aside, Zeek could be quite the entertainer. Irony. A circus performer claiming himself as fun.
"Just say the word." He whispered a moment later, leaning back and placing one leg over the other, crossing them in what some would call, a womanly manner. |
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Post by Ali Cross on Dec 7, 2010 19:07:36 GMT -5
Ali raised her eyebrows high to the sky at Zeek’s words. Some serious fun? For the first time in quite a long time, Ali felt nervous. She didn’t know why but they way he offered sent shivers down her spine. The strange thing was that even though they were good shivers – oh yes they most certainly were – she could feel a nervousness creeping inside of her that she had never felt before. She knew what both were implying and the taboo act made her heart beat faster than normal, but something about this man before her made her quiver with just a bit of… was that fear? No, of course not… Hopefully…
Feigning ignorance towards her nervousness and the fact that her foot had moved slightly so that it was resting right against his leg now, Ali lifted her drink by the top, swishing around the liquid inside just a bit. She looked down at it, putting on a mask of a face that shown with amusement at her next words, though in reality she was just begging to hear his answer.
“Is it that easy?” she questioned and only slightly glanced up at him. She had lost some of her gusto at this point, but this was due mostly to the fact that she didn’t quite know what to do and thus wasn’t as confident. Was this man before her just an everyday Joe who had asked her to dinner and then hinted at something like this, the young scientist would’ve slipped him out of the restaurant and they would’ve gone off on their merry way. But Zeek wasn’t an everyday Joe. He was much more.
And that scared Ali. [/center] |
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Post by Zeek Fulgidus on Dec 8, 2010 12:25:30 GMT -5
Zeek smirked slyly. The glint of his glass reflecting dully in his eyes. He felt no fear, no problems, no ultimate troubles. Not as she did, but he didn't know that. If Zeek did know, however, he probably would've dropped the macho act and conciled her. Even if he didn't know what scared her.
Her shoe resting against his leg didn't bother him either, but he did get the faint chill of goosebumps running up his leg.
"It depends on how willing you are." Zeek smiled softly, no longer wearing too much of a bravo-filled mask. Instead he looked a little softer, a little more human.
The young man touched a tendril of his hair and looked at the young woman. Waiting for her reaction, observing her body language. |
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Post by Ali Cross on Dec 9, 2010 6:22:44 GMT -5
Zeek’s response made another short shiver run through Ali’s being and she gulped slightly, taking another drink of her water to mask her emotional burdens. She really was quite angry with herself. She liked him. She liked him a lot. And yet she was holding back. Why? Because she was scared of rejection? No, that wasn’t it. Because she was scared of her feelings for him? Yeah, that was probably more accurate. She didn’t know just what she felt. She enjoyed Zeek’s company, that she would admit, and perhaps prolonging their time together and their relationship would be a good idea, but she was scared of just what that meant.
Setting her glass back down on the table, Ali let out a little sigh and closed her eyes for a moment. The food would be there soon and Ali really wasn’t in the mood for eating. In fact, she almost felt sick to her stomach, but not really in a legitimately sick way.
Finally Ali made a decision. She stood up suddenly, taking in a deep breath of air, and then walked around the table. Without a word Ali leaned forward, setting her hands on Zeek’s chest, and kissed him. It was a rather forcible kiss, but it was also hesitant. Ali still wasn’t sure exactly what she was doing, but she was definitely enjoying it. She pressed closer a bit right before pulling her head back and taking a breath of air. Her eyes were closed and for a moment she just stood there, breathing.
Well, no one could accuse Dr. Alison Cross of being a coward. [/center] |
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Post by Zeek Fulgidus on Dec 12, 2010 9:11:23 GMT -5
Zeek chuckled inwardly, with her leg resting against his, he had felt her shiver. He was beginning to work out what was going on inside her head. Albeit only beginning to. From what he had heard, she was vaguely sadistic. Or so he thought. And she was also, somewhat, flexible in her opinions, for it hadn't taken him too long to convince her to not shoot him. Albeit he had his own personal technique for sorting that out.
Zeek was suddenly torn from his thoughts at the sight of the young woman standing. For a second he thought should was leaving, after having enough of inner torment. Yes, Zeek had caught onto the fact that Alison was fighting with herself on the inside. Which scientist wouldn't fight with themselves upon eating dinner with a 'freak', in their terms?
But as she moved towards him, the beginnings of a smile curled onto his face. He didn't take her eyes off of her as she bent to his level, placed her hands upon his chest. And as her lips crashed into his, Zeek's lips coiled into a smug smile, but that didn't stop him from kissing her back. His hand cupped the Scientist's jaw, keeping her held against his form as their lips danced for what seemed like a lifetime.
Although, he was a little disappointed when he pulled back. Still, everyone needed to breath. Except one mutant he knew, but that was not to be thought of at such a time. Still, he looked up at her dark glinting eyes as she breathed. |
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Post by Ali Cross on Dec 12, 2010 19:09:11 GMT -5
Ali lightly grasped the front of Zeek’s shirt when he kissed her back, cupping her chin. She could feel his grin and though she was wholeheartedly enjoying this little show of affection between the two of them, she didn’t like that she was indeed fueling his ego. As she stood there, the two of them staring at each other after the kiss had ended, Ali was considering what to do. She could go and sit back down and they could eat there nice meal and then say goodbye at the end of the night or…
“I hate you,” she whispered to him and then grabbed his hand in hers. Standing up straight and spinning towards the door, Ali flipped a few dollar bills onto the table and headed to the door, pulling Zeek along behind her. She held onto him tightly, fueled by her anger and by something else altogether.
Once outside, she headed to the alleyway that they had just previously occupied. Once safely hidden within the shadows, Ali spun around on Zeek, releasing her hand. In a moment she was pressed against him, her lips shaping with his. Her arms were draped around his neck and her eyes slammed shut. There was really nothing on her mind except for this moment, which was strange for her since her mind never could usually stay focused on just one simple thing. Of course, this occurrence wasn’t all that simple. [/center] |
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