Prey never tasted so sweet (Eliana)
Jan 29, 2009 23:59:16 GMT -5
Post by Mackenzie Baker on Jan 29, 2009 23:59:16 GMT -5
Mack didn’t know what the fuck she was doing standing against this particular side of the building; why she hadn’t convinced herself that the idea was stupid and that she should flounce her ass either early to study hall or to her dorm. She never had a reason to venture towards this part of the school; the lower right wing hadn’t ever been her territory. It wasn’t all that necessary, there were other ways of getting to places she needed to be. Standing there felt kind of stalkerish, and while Mack had no reserves against a lot of things, the one thing she never did was stalk anyone. In fact it was usually the other way around. Yet here she was, back pressed against the side of the building, her foot leaning against the wall. Huffing and watching her breath condense and quickly disperse, she closed her eyes, running a hand through her hair before letting it fall into the wall. What the hell was she doing? Hadn’t the plan been to avoid the girl? How the hell had she let Elijah get into her head? This was stupid, extremely stupid. She chuckled incredulously, kicking off the wall, determined to get out of there before it was too late.
Unfortunately, she’d wasted too much time debating with her conscience, and now the art students were exiting the building. It was a good thing she’d ended up hiding herself well, because her head rushed upon seeing the other girl. Her shoulders fell, and almost instantly she felt that odd sensation she’d been trying to avoid more often. And before she knew it, she’d darted forward, thankful that Eliana walked by herself. It was like, predator stalking prey. She hadn’t needed to take many steps, but then the point was getting Eliana against the wall without her struggling and without anyone seeing. Which shouldn’t be a problem if she got her there quick enough. Her hand reached out to grab the arm of her jacket, and she tugged her over to the place she’d been hiding, pressing her none-too-gently to the side of the wall. “Boo.” She whispered before, pressing her gloved palms to each of Eliana’s cheeks before pressing her lips roughly to her, parting her lips with an eager tongue as she moaned lightly. Ugh, she hoped no one could see her. Desperation was such an ugly color on her.
Unfortunately, she’d wasted too much time debating with her conscience, and now the art students were exiting the building. It was a good thing she’d ended up hiding herself well, because her head rushed upon seeing the other girl. Her shoulders fell, and almost instantly she felt that odd sensation she’d been trying to avoid more often. And before she knew it, she’d darted forward, thankful that Eliana walked by herself. It was like, predator stalking prey. She hadn’t needed to take many steps, but then the point was getting Eliana against the wall without her struggling and without anyone seeing. Which shouldn’t be a problem if she got her there quick enough. Her hand reached out to grab the arm of her jacket, and she tugged her over to the place she’d been hiding, pressing her none-too-gently to the side of the wall. “Boo.” She whispered before, pressing her gloved palms to each of Eliana’s cheeks before pressing her lips roughly to her, parting her lips with an eager tongue as she moaned lightly. Ugh, she hoped no one could see her. Desperation was such an ugly color on her.