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iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 11:24 pm
"Aw, but it's so cute! We could keep it as our pet. Our baby. Call it cuddles and-OW!" Castor's boot slammed down, squishing the thing in two. "Little ******** bit my ankle." He grimaced at the slime that now caked his boot. "God that is nasty."
Looking at Europa, Castor smiled that mocking little smile of his. "So Europa...in that battle, care to get back into the original position we had?" He stepped closer to her. "I kind think you on top was a little hott." Eye brows wiggled. "I liked it."
This was going to become a sport: Hit on Europa as much as possible, see how long it took before she ran away.
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 6:07 am
Europa was nonplussed, even went out of her way to fix her mouth into a solid line. She was determined to take this seriously and not fall for Castor's charms or bail this time. (Bailing was likely the instant he breached her comfort zone. This roof wasn't so high that she would need a dumpster to break her fall.)
She put a restraining hand on his wrist as it reached for her waist. "I can't do this right now," she informed him.
"I have a boyfriend."
She studied his face for any signs of a reaction. Like having a boyfriend had ever stopped anyone.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 5:26 pm
The reaction she wanted wasn't one she was likely to get.
"Oh." Maybe it was?
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Who could say, it was Castor, and if anything, he might hit on her more now.
"Me? No, I would call us...super-friends with benefits. Or maybe just benefits. Besides, if I fell for the 'I have a boyfriend' card each time it was pulled, I wouldn't have gotten laid as many times as I have." This was nothing to brag about. "Oh Shorts..." His arm was trying to casually snake around her shoulder, waist having been a failed target.
"Let's stop these games of cat and mouse, and you just admit you want me."
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 8:54 pm
Maybe. Just a little bit. Did she find running around on rooftops with someone who made no secret of the fact that he found her incredibly attractive exciting? If you put it that way, then yes. Sailor Europa could not tell a lie, she had chopped down that cherry tree.
Would she ever admit this to anyone, living or dead, especially Sailor Castor? No, Non, Nein, Nyet, and Nay.
She shook his arm off her shoulder and glanced behind her ever so slightly. There was plenty of distance between her and the edge of the roof, the events of her birthday would not be repeating themselves. Europa took a step backwards.
"I think you misunderstand," she said, in a metered tone, trying not to get ahead of herself. If she got ahead of herself than it was all over. "I'm not-"
She searched, briefly, for the proper word.
"I'm not some floozy. I'm not going to sleep with you just because you're used to getting what you want."
Europa felt accomplished with this declaration, even folded her arms across her chest and gave him her best stony look to back it up. One couldn't exactly deny the sexual tension, but that didn't mean she had to act on it. Earlier she'd been able to convince herself she didn't know what he was talking about, but now the conversation had gone there. There was no denying she got what he meant.
"I appreciate your help tonight," she added, shifting her weight from foot to foot and keeping her mouth a word or two behind her thoughts, "But it doesn't mean I have to repay you with sexual favors."
Couldn't two people of opposite genders just be friends? It was like When Harry Met Sally, Superhero edition.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 6:34 pm
If Castor knew her feelings, Europa would have never gotten rid of him. Then again, if she didn't tell him, she STILL wouldn't be rid of him. He was like a bad callous on your writing hand. You got it when you did a paper, and right when it goes away with enough lotion, you have to write another paper and it returns.
Annoying, but predictable.
A smirk was on is face. It wasn't a smirk you wanted it to see. The grin of a guy who was cocky, arrogant, and downright annoying. It was a grin that suited Castor well. "The thing is Shorts..." He finally started to back off. "While you're no floozy, I know what I want."
He jumped backwards onto another roof. He'd been practicing. "The kicker of this whole argument? Who said I wanted just sexual favors?"
Castor turned, jumped, and left.
His laughter lingered, just a few seconds longer.
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