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Date Posted: 07:10:26 09/07/01 Fri
Author: Tasha
Subject: :: she unlocks the door ::

Ironic isn't it? :: she smirks, letting them both in :: It's the only place Kaine could find me on such short notice though

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*He nods, slipping in and shutting the door without letting her do it. His cologne still hung in the air, bothering him. A smoke wasnt going to hold him.* You got anything tougher with you, Tash? (NT) -- Jason, 07:13:17 09/07/01 Fri
- :: she nods, moving to the dresser and pulling out her black bag, dumping the contents on the table :: E...'caine...douja..PCP...:: she looks up:: whatever suits your fancy sexy (NT) -- Tasha, 07:15:19 09/07/01 Fri
You're a savior Tash. *He opts for his usual caine and flops down on his couch, eyeing her, easily slipping into his own way with her.* It's been too long, eh? (NT) -- Jason, 07:16:48 09/07/01 Fri
- :: she nods, grabbing a shot of vodka out of the fridge and downing a pill of E with it :: To long... :: she agreed..her desire still in her eyes :: (NT) -- Tash, 07:18:21 09/07/01 Fri
*He carefully lays out the white powder and makes quick work of snorting it, shaking his head to deepen the initial effect. Sighing, he sits back to let it hit him.* (NT) -- Jason, 07:21:09 09/07/01 Fri
- :: she eyes him, curious :: you miss your life Jason? (NT) -- Tasha, 07:22:18 09/07/01 Fri
*He shrugs, sighing as the lightheaded grace started to descend on him, his release.* Parts of it, but nothings more important than what I have now. (NT) -- Jason, 07:28:51 09/07/01 Fri
- :: she scoffs lightly :: you've got committment, responsibilty's... a life of work and shit ahead of you...why the hell would you chose that? :: she closes her eyes for a moment :: (NT) -- Tasha, 07:30:47 09/07/01 Fri
*She'd never loved, that was her problem. She was a user, a good-fuck.. and she enjoyed it. When he turns his eyes to her, they're glazed to a navy blue.* I dont remember. (NT) -- Jason, 07:32:30 09/07/01 Fri
- :: she smiles, crossing to sit close to him on the couch :: then it can't hold that much appeal could it? (NT) -- Tasha, 07:33:25 09/07/01 Fri
*In the back of his mind, warning registers and he half-heartedly pursues it.* I love her, you know.. *He tucks a strand of hair behing her ear, a casual move.* (NT) -- Jason, 07:35:27 09/07/01 Fri
- :: her hand moves to rest on his leg, pressure slightly there :: So I've heard... (NT) -- Tasha, 07:36:17 09/07/01 Fri
*Desire lights in his eyes, when he was with her and got high, it was a normal to come on to her, but he was strggling with the small portion of his reality left to back off.* (NT) -- Jason, 07:40:15 09/07/01 Fri
- :: her hands slide up slightly, her touch provactive :: (NT) -- Tasha, 07:41:31 09/07/01 Fri
*His reaction was very evident, both physically and in the sharp intake of his breath.* Tasha.. *It was a warning, though he shifted closer and tentatively lifted a hand to her forearm, curling his fingers around her slim arm.* (NT) -- Jason, 07:44:56 09/07/01 Fri
- :: she smiles, not missing the reaction, her head tilts as her lips move to meet his collar bone, moving up to his neck :: (NT) -- Tasha, 07:25:55 09/08/01 Sat
*He was delirious with the effects of the 'caine, and his eyes were glazed as they swept back- allowing him to absorb the feel of her hands, her lips. The warnings had past his mind, he didnt know what he was getting into, all he could think about was this wonderful calm and sudden chaos all at once.* Mmm.. what are you trying to do to me? (NT) -- Jason, 06:59:05 09/09/01 Sun
- :: her hands move over his bare chest, circling his pectorals...her lips moving over his collar as her hands wander lower :: Trying to show you what it's like to be with a real woman... (NT) -- Tasha, 07:02:05 09/09/01 Sun