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Sabreena || Fallen
((( CAUSE I CAN OOOOOOH. No jk lol ily )))
Lena glared at the floor her shoulders stiffening. "Yeah but then I'd have punched her back and ruined her pretty little face" she replied her hands in clenched fists. 'Then you wouldn't want to kiss it maybe" she muttered under her breath hoping she was quiet enough so he didn't hear. She took a deep breath, and unclenched her hand and tried to smile at his offer, "I know you'd want to, but just take me to my room?" she asked not responding to his touch in any way. Honestly she was a little tired with him, and his games and she just wanted to sleep. She smiled at her own thoughts, and looked at him her eyes slightly narrowed.
((awww ily2 c: ))"Of course." Matthew nodded. He rose and bowed, half mockingly, half respectfully and offered her his hand to escort her to her room. He decided not to comment on what Lena said about punching Phoenix back. He had no doubt Phoenix would win in the fight, since she was probably more ruthless and had been an assassin one time, but seeing and hearing Lena, he didn't doubt she'd give Phoenix a run for her money. His tongue moved around, unsettled in his mouth, and he ran it along his teeth and along the roof of his mouth. It just wouldn't sit comfortably. Like him. Matthew was feeling restless and uncomfortable around Lena.
((but now I will get my revenge I have to go now too muahahaha
sorry but I do I'll try to be on l8r))
(((( NO! Omg evil little thing. ok miss ya )))
Lena took his hand and leaned in close to him. If she had to chose she wanted all her options open. She wasn't going to let Matthew slip through her fingers yet, no she'd keep him until she decided whether she wanted to keep him forever or not. "Actually, on second thought you could untie my dress for me?" she half asked, half suggested glancing at him. She bit her lower lip seductively more out of habit though. "Do you even know where my room is?" she wondered aloud looking around as they walked. "This is your home" she murmured.
"Yes, of course. I know which floor and around the area where the guest rooms you and Alex are staying in, but I'm not sure which exact room is the one you're staying in, so you'll have to tell me that much." Matthew informed her, almost smiling as he felt her lean closer into him. "Speaking of Alex, you sure he wouldn't mind me untying your dress for you? I mean, I thought that was his role and position." he teased.
Lena sighs and looks around. "I think it MIGHT be that one? " she points to a door when they reach the guest floor. "But I'm honestly not sure" she adds just in case she was wrong. She didn't want to walk in on somebody else doing something private. She blushed at the thought and cleared her head. "No you're good. Alex usually unclips something else" she replies smirking and doesn't bother pulling her sleeve up again when it falls half way down her should revealing a strap and a corset. She bites her bottom lip and looks up at him wondering.
"Ah, I see." Matthew nodded slowly, understanding what she meant. He imagined being the one to do that, not Alex, and a warmth spread through his body at the though. No, Matthew. Not now. Don't think about it now. He knocked on the door that Lena pointed to and waited for a response. One, two. With no reply, he pushed the door open and held it open for Lena. "After you, m' lady." he smiled politely. After she stepped through, he let the door fall closed behind them and reached up to help her untie Lena's dress for her.
"Thanks" Lena had started to say when she felt his warm hands on her cold shoulders and shivered leaning into his touch. "Hmm" she murmured and soon realised what she was doing and straightened up clearing her throat. "Oh, sorry, yeah" she stammered moving her long hair over on shoulder to look back at him.
((( Sorry it didn't post all of it. )))"I meant thanks for getting me here and uh " she stopped again forgetting what exactly she was going to say. She decided not to say anything at all, and turned back around silently.
((That's okay. Sorry I got off with no warning.Okokok I didn't mean 'got off' like that omg.))
Matthew chuckled. "It was my pleasure, Lena." he replied, staring at her. "Would you mind if I stayed around, or should I just go now?" he asked as he leaned back against the wall. His hand hovered near the handle of the door, in case she opted for the latter.
"You can stay" she replied turning back to him, her hands in the top of her dress so it wouldn't fall and reveal anything. "Im just going to go put on something" she said quickly and rushed into another room. She soon came out wearing a beautiful, evening orange dress that was lacy at the top, and tight around the waist and the chest. "Sorry I took so long, I didn't want to call on my handmaidens for anything except for tying it and..." she trailed off and smirked at him. "You dont care" she muttered walking up close to him. "So..." she wondered.
"You're right, I don't care." Matthew grinned, agreeing. "But I have to admit, you look stunning in that dress. I like orange on you. Where do you get all these dresses? Do girls have, like, endless closets of pretty dresses and attire or something?" he teased as he eyed Lena in another of her evening gowns.
"Of course we do" she said seriously, a mischievious look in her eyes. "You know, I look better in nothing" she told him laughing. She looks up at him, he wasn't all that taller than her. Maybe 2 or 3 inches at the most she thought as she realised how close his lips were to hers. She registed the urge to close the gap between them.
"Oh, I'm sure you would." Matthew smirked. "Perhaps one day I could see for myself?" he waggled his eyebrows playfully at Lena and stared down at her. The urge to kiss her was overwhelming and kept nagging at him, but he forced himself not to. Things between them were shaky, he knew, and he didn't want to make it any worse if he still had a chance with her.((aaaaaaand I have to go again :c ))
Lena laughed again and decided to fulfill her wants. "Maybe" she murmured as she leaned up and kissed him softly not wanting to be rejected. Her hands were inching to move to their usual place on his chest, but she contained herself. Wait till he responds she kept telling herself. ((( AWH! Ok I'll miss you )))
Matthew hesitated, waiting to see if Lena was just teasing him and going to pull away any second. Satisfied, sure she wasn't, he kissed her back, his hands moving around her waist and pulling Lena closer to him. ((such short replies today idek))
((( Same Idk why )))Lena smirked against his lips and let her hands wander his body going over his chest. She deepened the kiss slightly, enjoying herself for the first time today. "We" she stops herself not wanting to finish her sentence and wraps her arms around his neck.
Matthew paused. "We... we what?" he asked, waiting for her to finish her sentence. But he didn't give her the chance and returned his mouth back to covering hers, his hands sliding up her body, over her perfect, natural curves.
Lena turned her head slightly to answer the question but she also loved the feel of his lips on her neck. "We nothing" she muttered arching her back ever so slightly. Her hands were now in his soft, ruffled hair. It felt like clouds to her skin. "We everything" she murmured quietly.
"We everything." Matthew echoed. He was confused, yet somehow he understood it perfectly at the same time. He planted a small trail of kisses up Lena's neck to her ear and along her jawline. His hands wrapped around her back and ran up through her hair, pulling through the few tangles he found there.
Lena suppressed a moan that was trying to crawl it's way up her throat. "Matthew" she murmured as she leaned into him closer her nimble fingers working at the top buttons on his shirt.
((( My replies are so late I suck though seriously I'm gonna speed up now sowwy. )))
((That's ok you're still the best RPing parter I have. c: ))"Lena?" Matthew murmured, his voice curious. Wait... didn't she hate him? Wasn't he supposed to hate her? Oh well, no point in questioning it now. He didn't want to stop, didn't want her to stop. His hands fell down to the back of her dress and slowly started to undo the back of her dress, slow enough in case she objected.
Lena realised what he was doing, what they were doing too late. By then Matthew had already almost finished untying her dress and she'd let him. She'd let him! NO! This wasn't supposed to happen was it? She tried to clear her thoughts but they were a jumbled mess. She shrugged and her lips found his again.
((( And you're the best rp partner I have =) )))
Matthew shrugged his shirt off, removing his hands from her body briefly, then returned them back to their place on Lena's hips, then trailed them up to her torso, where he gently raked his hand across her belly teasingly.
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Lena couldn't help it this time, she moaned softly leaning into his touch. Her hands were suddenly on his toned chest and she relished at the touches. Her hands travelled over his abs, and shoulders and circled back to his abs. "You can't" she muttered against his lips but stopped herself by deepening the kiss.
Matthew paused, but when she didn't finish her sentence, he ignored her protest and pushed her dress straps down off over her shoulders. His lips parted under hers and his tongue trailed around Lena's lips.
Lena moaned louder and walked away from his kiss a little holding up her dress with her hands. She was half leading him to the sofa cause she didn't want to stand but she was also giving herself time to talk herself out of a makeout session with Matthew. She grabbed his wrist pulling him closer to her slightly letting him make the decision for her.
The corner of Matthew's mouth turned up into a smirk as he pressed his lips firmly against hers hungrily. He turned them around and collapsed on the comfortable piece of furniture, pulling Lena on top of him, sliding the top half of her dress down again.
((I have to go I'm sorry ilyI have exams this week and
Lena didn't stop him this time, and returned his kiss without equal passion. She shivered when the cool air hit her exposed shoulders and pressed herself closer to Matthew. Her hands were travelling from his pant line to his abs, then to his hair and back slowly remembering every scar on his body b
Matthew let his hands travel down to her waist- and below- then back up her back, moving around front and running his hands gently over her breasts. He moved his mouth, kissing across her cheek and up to earlobe, his teeth gently grazing her ear.
Lena lips were resting on Matthew shoulder when a moan escaped her. "Matthew" she moaned again softly her hands circling around him so her nails were digging slightly into his bare back. She awfully want to taste the skin on his neck, and shoulders but she couldn't bear to have his lips leave her skin. Her mind wandered to Phoenix for some reason and she suddenly froze realizing what she was really doing. She painfully removes herself from his kisses and hovered over him, her breasts grazing his chest. "Wait" she breathed.
A low growl of frustration rose in Matthew's throat, but he pulled away slowly, making sure to savor every last moment his lips and skin touched Lena's. "What?" he asked, forcing himself to breathe slowly. "What's wrong?" Please don't stop. Not now. That's hardly fair to me. Matthew leaned back against the back of the sofa and stared up expectantly at Lena. He let his hand travel to the bare, exposed skin of her belly and gently grazed it.
"What about your girlfriend?" Lena asked annoyed but knowing that she shouldn't say anything too rash. Their relationship had just calmed a little. "Isn't she going to be mad" She added biting her lip to stop the groan that was going to escape her. His hand on her skin was the best feeling shed ever had. She let her own hand travel over his body and circled around his waistline just above his low slung jeans.
Phoenix. Damn. A muscle in Matthew's jaw jumped involuntarily at the thought of her. "Yeah, probably. But it's not like I can get serious with her. We would never be allowed to marry." he slurred, eying Lena's cleavage. "Plus, if I'm lucky, I'll end up getting you, anyways. What does time matter here?" Okay, maybe he had been drinking a little earlier, but not too much. Right?
Lena leaned into him slightly, her hands going slightly lower as well. " Are you drunk?" she asked curiously hearing his slur. She'd address the Phoenix question the minute this one had been cleared. So she is his girlfriend she thought bitterly as she imagined Phoenix and Matthew laying in bed and... She stopped herself just in time and noticed how low her hands had gotten. She blushed furiously and glanced at Matthew.
((I'M FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW OH MY GOSH THEY'RE MAKING A MOVIE FOR THE FAULT IN OUR STARS AND IT'S TO BE RELEASED JUNE 6TH AND OH MY GOSH I'M JUST SO EXCITED I DON'T WANT TO WAIT THAT LONG AHHHHHHHH.But I don't like who they picked for Hazel. She's playing Tris in Divergent too, and I'm just not a big fan of her.))
Matthew glanced up at her and smirked. He gave her an approving nod at where her hands were, and where he'd like them to go. Of course, there were some places he'd like his hands to go, as well. "Yes. No. Maybe. Whassit matter?" he chuckled and pulled her down on top of him, kissing her lips down to her neck, gently sucking on it.
((( Omigeesh I know right. Did you see the new poster? Its really good. Yeah I don't like Shailene Woodley as Hazel, or Tris actually. I don't really like her in general. I like Ansel though not as Augustus maybe but he's adorable. )))
Lena swore under her breath and pulled away from him, her hands slipping lower and finding their target for a second before she pulled them out again. "You're drunk, and you don't really want me" she muttered starting to pull of him. She was more annoyed than she'd ever been, and she felt somehow betrayed. She'd gone behind Alex's back for one, and second she wanted to sleep with a drunk Guy who didn't even want her. UGH
((Yeah, I don't like Shailene Woodley. Probably because I hated her in The Secret Life of an American Teenager, because I really hated that show when I was younger since it had to do with sex and drama and that stuff little innocent children don't appreciate.))
(( Omg why did you watch it back then? Yeah though it's weird that Shailene Woodley and Ansel Elgort are lovers in one movie and siblings in the other like noooo )))
((I gtg now sorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry :c ))"How could you say that?" Matthew stared at her blankly. "Of course I want you. If I didn't, I wouldn't be wasting my time here. I have someone else I could be entertaining myself with. Quite a few someones, actually." he grabbed her wrists and tugged her back to him. "Don't be like this, Lena." he purred, his breath tickling her ear. He nuzzled his face in her hair and his lips grazed the tip of her ear.
Lena succumbed to his wishes for a minute her lips finding his again. She kissed him hungrily and deeply, and only broke the kiss to come for a breath. "No. No. I can't. You're drunk and not thinking straight" she said quickly moving away so she was straddling him. She knew he wouldn't do this if he was sober, that he wouldn't want her. The only reason she was stopping herself from doing what she really wanted was that when he did sober he'd probably hate her. And she didn't want this with somebody who didn't want her back.
Sabreena you can't leave me
omg y u do dis to me))
Matthew was about to apologize for calling her such an unkind, unnecessary name, but her second comment caught him off guard and he snorted, trying not to laugh. A mixed look of amusement and disappointment crossed his face, but amusement was definitely the main factor. "You met Phoenix? Well, I'm surprised she didn't actually punch you. Glad, but disappointed, you know? I wish I was there. Fights between two femme fatales are always highly entertaining. Knowing that wouldn't make Lena feel any better, and possibly worse, he straightened his face. "Well, you have my apologies about her, since she most likely won't give them to you herself, and I'm also sorry for calling you a bitch." he covered her hand with his. "If you want, I'll help you remove your dress." he winked playfully.