<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/3EHN3zb.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Skyline was only enjoyable if you were above ground level. The streets, stained and worn from rough winter storms and constant use, weren't worth idolizing. Chance looked at her companion with a small smile teasing at the corners of her lips, though his bright eyes seemed glued to the road. Cruising through the lights, he ignored traffic indicators and did as he pleased; sending their duo recklessly blaring along with a string of top 40 hits repeated over the radio. How Zeno had come into ownership of the Ferrari Testarossa, the Fae wasn't sure. Barely able to keep up with her own fleet of vehicles, any new models hitting the showrooms weren't top priority on her list of special interests. Still, having not lived under a rock meant she knew the value of the machine - the craftsmanship was apparent in how it handled tight turns at speeds most wouldn't dare trying to pull off in historically narrow corridors of upper Manhattan.
"<font color="1979e6]You drive like a maniac.[/font]" Taking out a cigarette from the pack in her purse, it's end seemed to light itself when a long drag was sucked smoothly through the filter. "<font color="1979e6]Seems like you're in a rush. Maybe you should slow down...[/font]" Idly, her other hand drifted over the shift console towards the nearest of his spread thighs, digits running along the fabric of his slacks while she spoke through the carcinogen. "<font color="1979e6]Of course, maybe you're in a rush because you really are afraid I'll become bored of you.[/font]" Removing the filter from her lips, cherry was tapped rhythmically at the rim of the ashtray, discarding the stripped tobacco waste so not to make a mess of the interior leather.
"<font color="1979e6]Though, I have to say, this is a surprise.[/font]" Still working towards his groin with invasive fingers, the cigarette was used as a wand, pointing out the Ferrari's decorated inside. "<font color="1979e6]I don't always get to claim something is a first, but this... I've never had the pleasure of riding in a Ferrari[/font]." Thought finished with a content sigh, her expression eased into one of shaded pleasure, hinting at the discretion of the comment. There could be many firsts in the Ferrari if Zeno took the time to pay her the attention she craved. When her hand slowly ceased the search within his legs, Chance didn't ask to keep going; she simply wrapped her fingers along the growing erection like it was hers to maneuver as she pleased. When he went to shift gears, she too shifted it from within the tightness of his trousers.
It was an irritation, she assumed, because the Fae didn't bother taking his aroused cock out of it's expensive packaging to play with it properly. Not yet, anyway.
"<font color="1979e6]So, tell me. What were you doing in Amsterdam[/font]?" Pausing to relish another smokey hit from her present vice, the buxom blonde glanced towards the cars near them, followed by the street signs lining either side of the street. Where they were headed didn't matter if he had plans to be mysterious. The only reason she ended up taking up his offer was because he had intrigued the creature, and very few accomplished a feat of that measure. Chance had been around the block a time, or two, so to speak. All the tricks had been used, abused, and inevitably, wasted over her countless encounters. If nothing came of their time together but a night of wild sex, she wasn't about to complain; but this one felt different. His energy was pulsing, vile, twisting against the undulating tendrils of dark matter she wore in between realms.
One could say she was enamored with the possibilities more than his current display of interests. To live for future involvements meant there was reason to keep living, and Chance did well sticking true to her social nature. It made dull moments few and far between the adrenaline fed nightlife she had made a name for herself indulging in.
"<font color="1979e6]Do you live in Manhattan, or are you just staying a few nights with me in mind[/font]?" The smile made a triumphant return, making the question seem baited; testing his dedication to what he was seeking. "<font color="1979e6]I'd hate to keep you up on a work night, Zeno.[/font]" Through his pants, her hands remained a warm wrap of intention, daring him to make mention of her coy attempts at stealing his eyes from their route of travel to the tantalizing curves straining against her dress. The encasing fur coat was extravagant, but in their mode of transit, it was expected she wear the finest to match. Zeno was lucky to have found Chance.
If there was a piece of arm candy men of his caliber craved, it was her kind of woman - golden waves of silken hair, crafted large and styled to accent the glow of her baby blue hues. They weren't of this world, swirling and bright; they seemed to seek his features even when the orbs had written available portrait into memory several times over. Chance always did have a thing for a pretty face- Especially when it was connected to an equally pretty aura. Pretty in a grotesque way, of course. Her kinks weren't exactly normal, but nothing about the Fae could be considered such. "<font color="1979e6]You should have said something on the plane. It wouldn't have been a first for me, but that doesn't make it less fun[/font]."
"<font color="1979e6]You drive like a maniac.[/font]" Taking out a cigarette from the pack in her purse, it's end seemed to light itself when a long drag was sucked smoothly through the filter. "<font color="1979e6]Seems like you're in a rush. Maybe you should slow down...[/font]" Idly, her other hand drifted over the shift console towards the nearest of his spread thighs, digits running along the fabric of his slacks while she spoke through the carcinogen. "<font color="1979e6]Of course, maybe you're in a rush because you really are afraid I'll become bored of you.[/font]" Removing the filter from her lips, cherry was tapped rhythmically at the rim of the ashtray, discarding the stripped tobacco waste so not to make a mess of the interior leather.
"<font color="1979e6]Though, I have to say, this is a surprise.[/font]" Still working towards his groin with invasive fingers, the cigarette was used as a wand, pointing out the Ferrari's decorated inside. "<font color="1979e6]I don't always get to claim something is a first, but this... I've never had the pleasure of riding in a Ferrari[/font]." Thought finished with a content sigh, her expression eased into one of shaded pleasure, hinting at the discretion of the comment. There could be many firsts in the Ferrari if Zeno took the time to pay her the attention she craved. When her hand slowly ceased the search within his legs, Chance didn't ask to keep going; she simply wrapped her fingers along the growing erection like it was hers to maneuver as she pleased. When he went to shift gears, she too shifted it from within the tightness of his trousers.
It was an irritation, she assumed, because the Fae didn't bother taking his aroused cock out of it's expensive packaging to play with it properly. Not yet, anyway.
"<font color="1979e6]So, tell me. What were you doing in Amsterdam[/font]?" Pausing to relish another smokey hit from her present vice, the buxom blonde glanced towards the cars near them, followed by the street signs lining either side of the street. Where they were headed didn't matter if he had plans to be mysterious. The only reason she ended up taking up his offer was because he had intrigued the creature, and very few accomplished a feat of that measure. Chance had been around the block a time, or two, so to speak. All the tricks had been used, abused, and inevitably, wasted over her countless encounters. If nothing came of their time together but a night of wild sex, she wasn't about to complain; but this one felt different. His energy was pulsing, vile, twisting against the undulating tendrils of dark matter she wore in between realms.
One could say she was enamored with the possibilities more than his current display of interests. To live for future involvements meant there was reason to keep living, and Chance did well sticking true to her social nature. It made dull moments few and far between the adrenaline fed nightlife she had made a name for herself indulging in.
"<font color="1979e6]Do you live in Manhattan, or are you just staying a few nights with me in mind[/font]?" The smile made a triumphant return, making the question seem baited; testing his dedication to what he was seeking. "<font color="1979e6]I'd hate to keep you up on a work night, Zeno.[/font]" Through his pants, her hands remained a warm wrap of intention, daring him to make mention of her coy attempts at stealing his eyes from their route of travel to the tantalizing curves straining against her dress. The encasing fur coat was extravagant, but in their mode of transit, it was expected she wear the finest to match. Zeno was lucky to have found Chance.
If there was a piece of arm candy men of his caliber craved, it was her kind of woman - golden waves of silken hair, crafted large and styled to accent the glow of her baby blue hues. They weren't of this world, swirling and bright; they seemed to seek his features even when the orbs had written available portrait into memory several times over. Chance always did have a thing for a pretty face- Especially when it was connected to an equally pretty aura. Pretty in a grotesque way, of course. Her kinks weren't exactly normal, but nothing about the Fae could be considered such. "<font color="1979e6]You should have said something on the plane. It wouldn't have been a first for me, but that doesn't make it less fun[/font]."
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