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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 30, 2017 12:41:49 GMT -5
One side of her mouth quirked up into a victorious smirk as he said he would join her in the bedroom. "Don't keep me waiting too long," she said in a breathy voice as she trailed her fingers lightly across his chest and made her way toward the bedroom. Her walk was unsteady but she made it to the bedroom without falling over and, considering how much she had to drink tonight, that was a huge accomplishment.
She climbed into the bed and laid across it in a seductive pose, her index finger drawing figure eights on her bare hip as she waited for him. It only took a moment before her hand fell and she was breathing heavier with sleep.
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Post by Derek Burke on Jan 30, 2017 12:55:45 GMT -5
Derek messaged Vanessa, and drank a little more. He waited nearly an hour before going in the room to make sure she was still breathing. He was relieved to find that she had passed out. He set out water and a potion for hangovers by the bed then went to the second bedroom to fall asleep himself.
It was late morning when he woke and decided to check on her again. She was still asleep, and thus it was safe to take a shower.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 30, 2017 13:19:31 GMT -5
The door of the bedroom shut and the sound of the latch clicking into place was enough to cause her to stir. The pounding in her head was what actually woke her. She groaned softly into the pillow trying to remember the night before. Rolling over, Lyra realized she wasn't in her room at Montgomery Manor and then she remembered Derek. But he wasn't beside her. She looked around and saw the water and hangover potion on the night stand and quickly grabbed for it. She waited for the thumping in her skull to decrease before she climbed out of the bed and noticed she was still wearing her bra and panties. They hadn't had sex. Lyra pouted a little though the idea that she wouldn't have been able to remember if they had slept together made her feel a little better somehow. Derek was handsome, she would want to remember him.
Her eyes scanned the room. She found her shoes; one on the floor and the other hidden in the blankets on the bed. But her dress was no where to be found. She decided to check the sitting room. Lyra pulled the door inward and immediately saw her dress in a pile on the floor. As she bent to pick it up she heard the shower turn on. Derek was still here. She grinned.
She left her dress where it was, her undergarments soon joining it on the floor as she quietly entered the bathroom which was already filling up with steam. Lyra smirked as she slipped into the shower behind him and said "morning," in a seductive, breathy voice.
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Post by Derek Burke on Jan 30, 2017 13:28:02 GMT -5
Derek generally wasn't the type to be taken off guard, but he had been on high alert a lot lately and he honestly hadn't sensed Lyra's presence behind him. When she made herself known however he was clearly startled.
Unfortunately he had soap on his face and in his eyes as he turned to look at her.
"Ow, sh*t!" he put his head under the water to rinse off and tried to clear his vision. When he could see again he realized the situation at hand. He had hoped that when she woke up she would have come to her senses. Apparently not.
He turned the water off, and out of respect avoided looking at her naked form.
"Morning." he said still averting his eyes, "Shower's all yours. I'll make some coffee."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 30, 2017 13:41:39 GMT -5
Lyra smothered a giggle at Derek's pain. She hadn't meant to surprise him in quite that manner. She felt bad but the urge to laugh was present as well. He turned off the water and she looked at him, curious what his game was. Usually it was the girl who played hard to get, and what was the point in playing such games now?
She put her hand out on his wet chest to stop him from leaving. He was so much taller than her now, without the added height her shoes normally provided. She looked up at him and grinned. "What's the rush?" she asked him. She knew he had just gotten into the shower moments before she did, the only delay was in her undressing before joining him. "You can't be clean yet, and I'm very dirty."
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Post by Derek Burke on Jan 30, 2017 13:49:05 GMT -5
Derek had the fleeting notion that he was going to hell as Lyra touched his chest and he involuntarily responded. He had a wet naked woman standing in front of him making lewd comments and expertly touching him, he was only a man after all.
Thankfully the door rang, clearing his senses.
"Then you shower...and I'll get the door." he said with relief conjuring some clothing on himself.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 30, 2017 14:02:47 GMT -5
"Seriously?" she asked, dumbfounded as she was again rejected by a man she had thrown herself at. This was twice in as many days; first Nicolas and now Derek. She looked down at her naked body trying to spot the imperfections that were clearly repulsing to men. Her scars were spelled away and although she wasn't as good yet at covering them as he was, there was really only one mark that was visible without really trying to find it. And even the bigger scar was lighter and not as noticeable under her enchantment. What else about her body was making Derek run away from her?
She watched in disbelief as he clothed himself and left her alone in the bathroom.
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Post by Derek Burke on Jan 30, 2017 14:11:05 GMT -5
The fact that she was several years younger than him was a start. She was also apparently vulnerable, and had a lot of baggage. Truthfully Derek could have his pick of women, and that wasn't to say that he didn't indulge now and again, but he didn't like being anyone's distraction or escape, and at his age he tended to have a care for the women he slept with.
Derek answered the door and frowned after a moment, he recognized the man in front of him, but it took him a moment to place it.
"Nik." he grinned slightly, " What the hell are you doing here?"
"Derek?" Nik asked just as confused, "I..." his voice hardened, "Where's Lyra?"
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 30, 2017 14:21:26 GMT -5
Finding every possible flaw on her body was easy for someone as damaged as Lyra. She soon lost count and decided that in order to make herself feel better about being rejected again, that she would tell Derek off for being so superficial. Lyra wrapped a towel loosely around her body and stepped out of the bathroom but she didn't make it very far before her feet stopped moving.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" she said harshly, her pretty features twisted into a scowl. She was already feeling more vulnerable than she was willing to admit, she certainly didn't need Nicolas here now to witness her shame once again. "Come to spank me again?" she asked, placing a hand on her hip and shifting her weight to one leg. She held the towel closed with her other hand.
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Post by Derek Burke on Jan 30, 2017 14:38:07 GMT -5
Derek opened his mouth to reply when Lyra came storming out of the room. He turned to face her and then back at Nik in surprise as Lyra asked about a spanking.
Nik didn't bat an eye, "Depends, did you do something else to deserve one?" he replied heatedly.
He had felt bad after leaving her before, she had been in a vulnerable position and his 'spanking' her while it felt good to alleviate his frustration with her and her head games, began to eat at his conscience. He went to make up with her this morning, and had been informed that she left. Alone. Last night. And dressed in what the staff referred to as 'manhunt' wear. He activated the locator on her jewelry and set off for the Avalon.
He had finally found her, and out she stumbles naked from the bedroom, he wanted to wring her scrawny little neck.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 30, 2017 14:47:21 GMT -5
"Oh, I've done plenty," she replied hotly. "Want me on the table again or should I bend over your knee?" The muscles in her face were tight with annoyance. She was so mad that Nicolas had tracked her down, she nearly forgot Derek was standing right in front of her.
How dare Nicolas treat her like a child, as if he were her father and she needed to be punished for running away. Lyra was an adult and perfectly capable of making her own damned decisions. It wasn't any of Nicolas' business if she wanted to come on to every bloke in London - not that any of them would have her.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 30, 2017 14:55:37 GMT -5
"How unsurprisingly cheap of you." he said intending to wound her though he didn't mean it. In the beginning of their adversarial relationship he might have thought of her that way. He never openly accused her of being a trollop, but he had been open to the idea that she was simply after Julian's fortune. Now, he knew better, but it was still an attack that could hit his mark.
He didn't know why he was so angry with her, except for the fact that she had worried him. It seemed that was all he did these days was worry about Lyra. He had often worried about Samantha when Marrion was alive, but now that the witch was dead, and Sam was thriving at school and at work, Nik worried less about her. But Lyra, the girl was so lost she couldn't find her way out of a paperbag, and frustratingly enough he cared.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 30, 2017 15:08:26 GMT -5
Her confidence faltered as he called her cheap, but it was replaced by even more anger. The first real things he had ever said to her were 'cautionary' - threatening was more the correct term. He thought she was shagging his friend to get at the man's fortune, just as he assumed she must have been doing with Mason. He didn't have to outright call her a whore for her to know that's what he had thought of her. She thought they'd gotten past it, but now...
"I may be cheap," she came back at him, "but at least I know how to have a good time. Did you spend all evening adjusting the stick up your arse or did you just go to bed early and diddle yourself?"
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 30, 2017 15:17:16 GMT -5
Nik regretted the words as soon as they were out of his mouth, her insults concerning him more or less rolled off his back. He didn't have a stick up his arse. Just because he refused to sleep with his best friend's on again off again, when she was clearly acting out as some kind of way to make her feel better about being left behind, did not make him boring. It made him considerate.
He knew well how to have a good time, and yet he couldn't bring himself to use her like that. He wished she wouldn't lower herself to be used like that either.
"Is there anyone in London you haven't tried to diddle?" he returned.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 30, 2017 15:25:41 GMT -5
"It's a big city. Give me time." Her eyes narrowed on him as she spoke, accepting his insult as a challenge. If she wanted to shag the whole damned city she would and she didn't give two sh*ts what Nicolas thought of her.
"If you'd kindly stop stalking me, I'd like to get dressed now." She made perfectly straight, uninterrupted eye contact with Nicolas as she pulled the towel from her body and let it drop to the floor beside her. She bent down and picked up her clothes that were rumpled on the floor nearby and stormed of into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 30, 2017 15:27:52 GMT -5
She had a beautiful body. He tried not to think about that, and he nearly decked Derek whom he had forgotten was there when he caught the man watching Lyra leave. After a few parting words Derek left on his own and Nik went to sit on the couch. He brought the bottle with him and waited. Round one was a tie, he doubted he had the energy for round two.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 30, 2017 15:36:20 GMT -5
She emerged a few moments later after hearing the exterior door open and close. She was smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress, unsuccessfully, with her hands as she stepped into the sitting room. "Derek have you seen my-"
It wasn't Derek sitting on the sofa, and Lyra was instantly furious at Vanessa's friend for abandoning her with this asshat. "Why are you still here?"
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 30, 2017 15:42:34 GMT -5
"Derek had important things to do today and babysitting you wasn't among them. I guess I drew the short straw."
It was funny how he intended to be gentle with her when she came back out. He had intended to apologize and additionally apologize about the other day, but seeing her and hearing the displeasure in her voice as she referred to him simply set him off. Why was she always so infuriating?
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 30, 2017 16:04:38 GMT -5
"You don't get any of the straws. I don't need a babysitter and I don't need a stalker who's going to come track me down every time I shag someone." Lyra was looking for her wand, it hadn't been with her dress and she threw the blankets around on the bed thinking it might have gotten tangled up as her shoe had but it wasn't there either. She suspected she must have set it down when she was undressing for Derek earlier, which meant it was probably on the sofa where Nicolas was sitting now.
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Post by Nicolas Everhart on Jan 30, 2017 17:05:07 GMT -5
"Clearly." he snorted, "Some one? From what I was told, you were eager to f*ck five different men you'd just met, most likely in the alley behind the bar!" he sneered.
"At least have the dignity to remember your position at the magazine, and show a little discretion."
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