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[Storm Crauford]

Storm walked with Jayme into his hotel room. Nearly slamming the door as she put the 'do not disturb' sign on the door as she locked the door, kissing him all the while. The walk here made her want to absolutly die with anticipation and anxiousness. Her heart throbbed with adrenaline, blood pulsating quickly as she was pushed onto the couch. Excitement bubbling, making her nearly tremble as his hands became more farmiliar with his body, the dangerous blue flame lit in his eyes, hers turning a near black again, like in the alleyway. She kept the lights off, she loved the dark. Beads of sweat becoming more prominent on her as it formed a glossy coat once again. Stopping breifly she pulled her curly tresses into a messy bun. Drawing a smile onto her face her kisses were laced with passion for the man she had just met that night. Sighs were given as she pushed her hands up his shirt, tracing his pecs and abdomen, breaths coming more frequent and deeper, stopping her makout session only to breathe.

[Jayme Tisdale]

Wrapped up in a whirlwind of sexual tension, Jayme was thankful Storm had shut the door rather than he, or it would have been off its hinges by now. Running his hands up her shirt, searching, needing to find something, though he wasnt sure what. Her kisses were like putting your finger into an electrical socket, the jolt rattled through his bodice sending fire coursing through his very being. Enough was enough, this wasnt going to be some mushy evening, raw sex. Pulling his shirt over his head, he tossed it off to the side, returning to her bodice he allowed his hands to touch the soft flesh, smooth with perspiration. Fire was burning below his heartagram tattoo placed just about his groin, he knew it would be long.

[Storm Crauford]

She smirked as his shirt came off. First to come off of her were the high heels that were killing her feet, soon afterwards like him, her shirt was nearly ripped off, exposing a blue polka-dotted bra, barely covering the C sized breasts on the blonde. She held his neck with one hand, other one ran through his ebon tresses with lust. She felt the sweat beginning to form on him. There was nothing to say, when it came to sex actions said it all. And actions they were. Toying with his black jeans they were soon unbuttoned by the dainty, well manicured hands, fingers slowly sliding down the zipper. She left it at that for a tease, and a drive. She stared into the optics of cool blue and emerald mix, the sparks flying within them.

[Jayme Tisdale]

A soft moan was uttered at her soft touch, looking down at her as she removed her top he glorified in front of the beautiful bosom that was Storm. Kissing her passionately, he ran his tongue across her lips, parted them andpressed against her tongue with need, but not bore. Flicking his tongue atop her pallet, he leaned back, and began to kiss her neck, then her collar bone, down between her breasts, finally her belly button where deft fingers unzipped her tight denim jeans to expose a matching thong. Easing off her jeans, he kicked off his own with haste, exposing black boxers, a noticable bulge in front belied his mood. Running his hand up her thigh, it smoothed its way to the inside, moving forward he removed his hand, to work off her bra, an art he had trained himself in. Taking his time, he whispered in her eager lobe with a deep, lusty vox, Want to see those tattoos now?

[Storm Crauford]

She felt her jeans slide off, smirking, she realised just how eager he was by noting the rather prominent bulge in his black boxers. She loved the look he gave when her shirt was taken off. She had to admit that she did have some rather nice 'assets' to her body. It was undenyable. She eyed his slender, yet muscular body, tongue tracing her lips as she toyed with the elastic of his boxers, her thong pleading to be taken off. She decided to help him with her bra instead, though he seemed to be fine on his own, she wanted the damn thing off. So her hands were placed with his, one part of the strap taken of, then the other. Now loose around her breasts, she slid the straps down her arms ever so slowly, but not reluctantly. Farmiliar smirk played across her features at the question, he knew her answer already, though. "Mmmm, yes. You still have yet to see mine as well. Soon enough as her bra was off a three leaf clover with two fairies danced across her left breast. Smirking she awaited his expression.

[Jayme Tisdale]

Arcing his back he held himself in a more comfortable position on the couch, eying the tattoo he smirked deviously, it was cute, really cute. When her eyes asked if he liked it, he leaned over the breast and kissed the tattoo tenderly, then back to her lips, as his left hand cupped the breast and squeezed lightly while his right toyed with the thong gently, ever so teasingly, inching it off with deft fingers Jayme helped it off, and tossed it to the side. Running his fingers over her bare flesh, the throbbing increased dramatically. With her teasing fingers playing with his boxers, he wanted to take her then and there, no questions asked.

[Storm Crauford]

She felt him start to ease her tong off, willingly helping him. As her slid of her mind raced, thinking. If he can take mine off, I'm taking his off... and with that off came the black article of clothing that was the only think keeping them from eachother. Bare skin against bare skin, something she loved oh so much, an amazing feeling. Ah, sex in general was amazing. (though i wouldn't know... ) She eyed him, searching for the tattoo he spoke of. Though part of her knew wher it was exactly. Hands made their way down as her fingers toyed with his manhood, knowing it was the key to set him off. He would be doing the same to her soon enough anyway. Eyes traveled down, eyeing the good sized tool. "No wonder you were such a ladies man." came the whitty croon, lips laced to his once more, hand tracing his spine teasingly.

[Jayme Tisdale]

Leaning back, Jayme felt a firm grasp wrap around his tool, a soft moan escaped his lips as she worked along the soft skin, other hand trailing along his back, he was helpless, left to obey the ecstasy coursing through his body. Taking a heavy breath, he exhaled to find her mouth strong upon his own, pulling her frame close to his, one hand supported her body via her rear, which was held firmly with his left hand as his right hand pushed the hair out of her pretty face, settling on her neck. Pulling back to let her speak, he chuckled at her words, with a lust-laiden vox, the intoxicated male spoke, Ah, i see you found my tattoo.. Taking her hand, he traced it for her in the dark, he knew the shape by heart, but he wished to show her. Whispering in her ear he spoke, Thats only two of them... another one is here.. Gently picking up her wrist, he tilted it to the underside and kissed it, gesturing the placement.. Three.. Then moving to her left nipple, he placed a tender kiss, muttering softly he soothed.. Four... Leaning her back onto the sofa, he kissed his way from her neck to below her belly button. Smoothing the inside of thigh, to the outside of her calf, he placed another kiss, and blew on it. Ah.. Five. Grinning at her mischeviously from his position he could see her quivering steadily.

[Storm Crauford]

Her breaths became rapidly. She had never experienced someone like this before, it was amazing. She couldn't help but feel the slightest something for him. If this amazing act was to only happen but once she would make the damn best of it. A soft moan, barely audible escaping her as he moved to her nipple, back arched, wanting more as he came dangerously close to her opening. Her trembling became stronger and more pronounced after the act. She wanted him to take her, now. Far off to a place of extacy and never ending, what? Neverending something, though she couldn't quite place where it was. Now in a different position, she realised the couch was a little small. "Bedtime?" she asked, feverish want taking over her mind and soul. She jumped a little as his warm breath on her skin. She wanted this to last forever. Hopefully he wouldn't distract her at band practice or anything. Beginning to search for that key to release his anger and enhanse the pleasure of this event. "Don't be afraid to let it all out."[B] came the honeysoft vocals of the she deamon, reading for him to take her to bed.

[Jayme Tisdale]

Nodding slowly he gave a wry grin, motioning to the bed with a gaze of his liquid optics, easing off the couch, he placed his feet firmly atop the soft carpet, picking her up gently, he carried the golden locked femme to the comfort of the bed, oh no, an uncomfy couch was no place to experience such pleasure, only a queen sized bed would do. Placing her atop it like a Queen, he spoke with husky tones, One moment.. I have to attend to something.. With a myschevious smirk, Jayme disconnected the phone, no interuptions. Then fumbled in the dark to find his suitcase's zipper, once finding it, he opened a small baggy in the depths after flinging clothes to the left and to the right. Finding it, he unzipped it to find a clump of condoms, pulling one out, he ripped open the wrapper hastily and placed the laytex glove over his tool.. no mistakes.. he muttered to himself. Reading to go, Jayme crawled on the bed, gently parted Storm's slender legs, obviously to her pleasure, for he heard a soft moan still the air. Moving closer, his tongue circled her belly button, blew soft air atop it in a most sensuous way before tracing his tongue down to her slit. Replacing tongue with finger he worked in a circle gently, but with rhythem as his lips brushed against her forhead, her nose, and her lips, he wanted to be sure she was ready, begging for him to take her. Begging.

[Storm Crauford]

Dark voids watched Jayme's shilhouetted figure moved about the room, phone, suitcase, condom... bingo she thought, glad she didn't have to tell him, though she was too caught in the moment she would have forgotten anyway. As he returned to her she sighed with bliss, feeling as if she was high, but no drugs except niccotine (sp?) were in her system. How was it somebody she had met but a few hours ago made her feel like nothing before? She couldn't be anything but an outlet to him, so why was he like this? Was it the true Jayme, or the one who wanted to make the Vex girl jealous? She was unsure really, but the thought was shoved into the back of her mind by Jayme's tender fingers moving to her entrance. She felt his tongue, then finger. Throaty moan released into the still air of the hotel room as she found him back to her face again. She gasped for breath as her dark amber pools shone, pelvis thrusting into his touch. "Jesus Jayme." was all the vixen could say. She threw her head back, submitting to him, literally giving herself to him.

[Jayme Tisdale]

Now this was what he was talking about, her release and shudder under his touch was egging him on, music to his ears, the gasoline to the flame. Igniting his fire. He had had just about enough of the foreplay, time to get down to business. Alignining himself properly, he teasingly edged in slowly to her cavern, feeling her shove her pelvis closer he bit back the urge to surge in, to relieve his anxiety, his tool was trying to do the thinking, but he had other plans. Slowly he entered and drew backwards, feeling the pulsing increase with adrenaline he couldnt help butlet out a deep moan of pleasure, kissing her neck he ran his hands over her curves, all in the right places. Ebon tresses toyed in his face, matted into separate chunks due to the perspiration that now laced his entirety. Gaining momentum, he carried out a rhythem, not too fast, or she would climax before him, and that would be just disappointing now wouldnt it? Gritting his teeth as he rode a wave of ecstasy, he heard her gasp for breath as he drove down harder than ever, guessing he had hit her G-spot from the reaction as she dug her nails in his back. Grinning broadly from satisfaction at pleasuring a lady, he went a little bit faster, going in all the way this time, he knew he was big, and some couldnt handle it, but it appeared that Storm hand no quams about it.

[Storm Crauford]

Her hips moved rythmically with him, feeling him enter slowly. Anticipation rose within her as he moved deeper. Slight vocalizations escaped her. This was the highlight of the night and they both knew it was going to come sooner or later. She felt him quicken his pace, blonde curls damp with sweat, glossy coating of the liquid making a gloss over her body, seeming to give off and iredescent glow. She bit her lip as he dove in deeper, hitting her spot she dug her nails into his back, head thrown back, back arched as a deep throaty moan escaped. No matter how many times it had happened it felt like the first time every time. Thoughts of her first time then popped up into her mind. It was a twisted event, one never shared before. She tryed pushing the thought back, though it wouldn't budge from the front of her mind, until Jayme went in all the way that is. It vanished out of her mind in an instant as she sighed, eyes searching the black surroundings. Hand gripped the sheets, lower lip being tugged on by her teeth. No it didn't hurt, but he was most likely one of, if not the biggest she had experienced, besides Quin that was. She thrusted foward, pelvis jerking foward and back with his rythm, crease down her stomach showing from the working of her abs. "God damn it." game a soft muffled mutter, followed by a heart, throaty moan.

[Vanessa Lee]

the phone clicked off with a silent whirr. okay, so he’d hung up on her. what could he possibly have to do so suddenly in the early evening? she didn’t want to know, ‘cause she was afraid she could guess the answer. pressing the END CALL button even though the call was over, she sighed. she was almost regretting the fact that she was gonna be going down to Miami to greet him. it didn’t matter, she loved him, and apparently he loved her too. at least, that was what his words said. however, the male’s tones did not match the sweet lyrics he spoke. Calvin? yeah she knew him, they were friends even after a very short drunken affair. it shocked her to find that he was in Miami, none the less associating with Jayme, but she had known Calvin went to college in the Miami area. brushing aside a few new crystalline tears that had formed, she returned to the suitcase. glancing back into the closet, she opened the closet doors. staring into the dark depths of the closet, a white covering hid a dress from view. her wedding gown. the one she was to wear once she birthed the babe and walked down the aisle with Jayme. grasping the dress with trembling hands, she folded it in half carefully so as to not damage it. procuring another suitcase meant for garments of this nature from the closet, she placed it neatly within. who knew. if they were to stay in Miami, she could have her friend work with the movers, of course she and Jayme paying for the affairs. she wouldn’t get carried too far away into the future, for now she had a flight to catch. change of plans? yep.

grabbing the printed boarding passes from her printer that she had purchased last minute on Expedia.com, she cringed at seeing the price again. it was brutally high, but what do you expect for booking a flight mere hours before it took off? storming for one last time into the closet, she put on a sturdy bra and slipped the tee shirt back over her head, black mini skirt fitting snugly to her curvaceous figure. pulling up fishnets beneath the skirt, she laced up her black boots that reached her knees. the black leather shimmered in the faint candle light. making way to her small vanity in their room, she applied some simple make up, faint line of eyeliner and simplistic lavender shade of eye shadow, accenting the dark purples and ebonies in the shirt that was once Jayme’s. touching up her lips with raspberry flavored gloss, the one and only that she had used since she met Jayme, she smiled weakly at the memory. smiling at herself in the mirror with content, she tossed her hair into a sloppy bun at the top of her head. a few tendrils of her ebony tresses cascaded along her fair complexion, emerald eyes striking in the reflection. grabbing her black purse with silver stars, she threw in the necessities- license, lip gloss, eye liner, wallet, cell phone and keys. quickly turning to the laptop, she searched the number that Jayme had called from, pinpointing the hotel he was staying at. just a little surprise. printing the information and directions from the Miami airport, she scurried off to blow out the candle. sighing as the faint scent of baby powder departed into the air, the femme figured it was just as well that she was leaving. giving the room one last moonlit once over, she grabbed the two suit cases, purse and laptop carrying case of which she planned to keep as her second carry on. making her way to the doorway in two trips, she climbed into the waiting black town car, eager to get her to the airport. time passed in a blur until at last she was at the terminal. tipping the driver, she placed her belongings on a trolley, making way for the gate. giving her suitcases to an awaiting luggage man, she quickly made her way to her seat. beside her was a girl probably around 14, flying alone for who knew what reason. leaning back into the seat, she fell into slumber as the plane took off.

three and a half hours later, Vanessa awoke, the bright cabin lights stirring her until at last a sharp thud roused her senses. they had just landed. the pilot’s voice came on the loudspeaker and introduced them to Miami Intl. Airport. clapping foolishly along with the other passengers in gratitude for a safe flight, she grabbed her bags and made her way to the aisle. after about 40 minutes, she was free of the airport, luggage by her side once more on a trolley. wheeling the cart to the rental car area, she spoke with a gentleman from Hertz, and hooked her up with a flashy sports car for a reasonable fare. thanking him, she made her way to the lot and unloaded her luggage into the car. it was nightfall now, full darkness engulfing her but the artificial lighting made it bright and lively. it was significantly warmer here in Miami, and it caused her to tie Jayme’s shirt at the side for a feminine look and cooler temperature for she let it creep just above her belly button. giving the directions one last once over, she placed the papers on the dash and began her depart.

an hour or so passed now, the drive to the hotel was rather long in her mind for her tired eyes wanted to sleep, to curl up beside that warm body she had fallen in love with time and time again. pulling into the hotel lobby parking lot, a doorman came to her aid with one of those brass colored luggage carriers. giving the gentleman her thanks, she followed closely beside him with her purse and laptop in hand. as they entered the pleasantly air conditioned hotel, she smiled, pleased that for a change Jayme had treated himself to a nice hotel. making way to the receptionist, she spoke in a worn out voice.

”Good evening miss, my fiancé is staying here. His name is Jayme Tisdale.”

she replied, saying a few things before Vex continued.

”Yes, Tisdale. T-i-s-d-a-l-e. Can I have a room key too please? Thank you.”

taking the key, she stared at the small envelope with the room number and key in it. smiling, she couldn’t help but be enthralled at the thought that he was only a few floors above her. sighing, she gestured to the gentleman with her luggage. riding the elevator to the room, she stopped in the hallway, a few doors away so he wouldn’t hear her speaking. handing a twenty dollar bill to the man, his features lit up instantly. it was a generous tip, that was true, but it was late, and she didn’t want to be bothered with change. carrying her things to be beside his door, she placed them in the doorway. careful so as to not let her heels click, she placed the room key within the door. throwing open the door into the darkness, she flipped on the lights by the door.

”Surprise!”

she screamed, but after seeing the sight before her… she regretted coming.



ooc// 1237 words. go me.

[Jayme Tisdale]

Going back in for one last thrust, he felt the pulsing come to a max, built to the brink of no return Jayme arched his back and released with a deep groan/grunt. Storm had climaxed just as he had, perfectly. A few last repercussive motions finished it off and he collapsed on top of the blond lass who was breathing as heavily as he. Brushing the hair out of her face, he tucked it gently behind her ears before placing a kiss on her cheek. The room was dead quiet, peaceful, the blinds had been open, they were in the dark anways, not like a peeping tom could notice anything, so the stars shown brightly, the moon basking their bodies in its ghostly glow. Easing the condom off he tossed it in the trash and relaxed back onto the comfortable bed, still warm from the previous engagement.

Tonight had been the perfect night to get rid of all of his frustrations, Storm had been there for him when no one else was. And for that he was thankful, obviously he had gotten into the band without audition, one of Calvin's friends must have heard him and Storm singing at Club Deep, so they would be singing together, as a duet in the band Selphish Redemption. It would be nice, though he had considered making his own band, who knew how he would feel towards Calvin the next time he saw him, the anger had made him defensive, and even though he had cheated on Vex, he wasnt entirely sure that she was the saint she claimed to be. How did she know Calvin? Why had he been such an ass, when obviously he was just as much a ladies man as Jayme himself. The engagement Calvin had spoken of was terminated as far as Jayme was concerned, things were too uncertain for him to commit. He had always had commitment issues.. and this was one of the times that it came out the most. At first he had been so excited about Vex coming down from New York, but seeing Storm made him think twice.. she didnt ask questions. Maybe he was meant to be a loner for the rest of his life, come to think of it, the only thing that had made him want to marry Vex was that he was under the spell of destined fatherhood, he had been fatherless his life, and didnt want the same for his child. But, he couldnt blaim it all on that, he did indeed love Vex, but.. at times.. oh fuck, what was he saying? Why was everything so damn unsure? He liked things to be black and white, concrete. No room for grey, but it was all sand, many thoughts and particles swirling to and fro, no path to choose, no path to take.

Getting up from his position, he was feeling restless, he put on his boxers and was getting ready to walk to the bathroom to wash his face, the door creaked open ,and a blinding light smacked him over the head as he heard a cheery voice ring out, surprise! Fuck.. surprise is right he thought hastily as he stood like a deer in headlights, just in his boxers with a half naked woman in his bed, she had made the smart move to put on her underwear as soon as he got up, thank god. Fuck fuck fuck.. the surprised look in Vex's eyes were akin his.. why the hell was she here so soon??? She wasnt due for a good few days at least! And, it seemed like he had just stepped in a pool of quiksand, no clue what had been coming.. all of a sudden he was surrounded by the sand of reason, grasping at the sides desperately, but every grain of reason gave way like the last, suffocating him. Dropping his jaw he stared at Vex in utter disbelief yet again as soon as the viridian optics adjusted to the light. Walking forward he closed the door some to hide Storm who was still in bed just around the corner, but it was obvious what had happened, the smell of sex in the air was undeniable, and his appearance told so, but maybe he could hide Storm from Vex... so that she wouldnt know who had spent the night with him, he wanted her to think he had spent money on some prostitute or something.. not with his band mate. Stuttering over his words Jayme said, Uh.. how'd you get here so soon? I thought you wouldnt be able to make it until Thursday... Biting his lower lip harshly, a lock of ebon fell in his face.