Meme for Dalton

[Maya Vie]

Kiss + drunk
Dalton Evert

[Dalton Evert]

Dalton was lying on top of his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He stared boredly up at it, trying to get his racing thoughts together. He sat up with a huff, and threw the bottle he had been holding with as much force as he could to the wall. It shattered satisfyingly, leaving a stain on the wall from its contents.

He stood up, stalking out of the room. He needed a distraction from his racing mind. Maybe a walk would help? He took the flask from his pocket, taking a long pull from it until his mind felt fuzzy. His gaze was a bit hazy as he walked down the hall, and he shoved his hands into his pockets, scowling. He smirked as he saw someone he recognized, and he slowed down as he approached her.

"Can't sleep?" he asked, giving her a charming smirk. Dalton tended to be a ladies' man, able to take any girl he desired into bed with him. None of them could resist his charms, drunk or not. Maya might be a bit of a challenge, and though he was looking for an easy distraction, he hadn't seen anyone else still awake this late at night. He stopped a few feet away from her, and rested an arm against the wall, leaning against it as he watched her. 

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[Maya Vie]

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i am feeling so small

i'm still learning to love

There usually wasn't anyone out and about at this time, it was why Mara usually was. It wasn't that she wasn't confident, or antisocial, or avoiding others. It was just easier to get things done when there weren't a dozen conversations happening all around or people asking questions or distracting her. But there was this law her father had told her about... Murphy's Law... and it always came into play when people least expected it. Like right now. The appearance of a voice behind her was startling, making her jump and almost drop her ipod. Maya whipped around to face whomever it was, relaxing and releasing a breath when she saw it was Dalton.

"Something like that." She replied with a small smile. Dalton wasn't someone Maya had ever spent extended periods of time with. He had a bit of a reputation; a bad boy, a ladies man. Not the kind of person she'd give her heart to. But he'd always been nice to her. She liked him. And okay, yeah, she was a teenage female and he was very attractive, no one would deny that. He had an advantage. But there was something about his stance, how he rested an arm on the wall, watching her at a distance, that made her a little nervous as well as... concerned. Even so, she took a stride toward him. "What about you? What's got you out at this late hour?"

Tag: Dalton Evert

[Dalton Evert]

Dalton held her gaze, relieved when she took a step towards him. He could see caution in her gaze, but maybe he could get past that. He knew she was smart and a good person, far too innocent in Dalton's opinion. But he wasn't going to look for anyone else. It seemed to only be just the two of them.

"Can't sleep," he said smoothly, but his gaze went distant for a moment as his thoughts went to something else. He focused back on Maya, glad she didn't explain what was going on with her. He didn't want to think. He was trying to keep himself from thinking too much.

He reached out slowly and tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. He felt impatient, because he hated when he had to take it slowly so he didn't scare the girl way. It was so much easier when he didn't need to do any of that.

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[Maya Vie]

template by punki of adoxography

i am feeling so small

i'm still learning to love

So, he couldn't sleep. Maya hummed in amusement; she supposed that was an acceptable reason for why he was awake at this late hour. Anyone awake at this time was typically up because of work or because they couldn't sleep, so it made sense. But he thoughts came to a grinding halt when he reach out, his fingers finding a lock of her hair and tucking it behind her ear. Her mouth was suddenly dry and there was a lump in her throat. Maya could have sworn she felt her heart skip a beat.

Why did he have this effect on her? It was almost as though he had bewitched her. Maya swallowed hard to dislodge that lump, and then her lips parted slightly so she could lick her lips in nervous habit. There was something about this moment; how he was leaning with an arm against the wall, looking down at her the way he was, his limited words, the way he tucked her hair away, that reminded her of a movie. Wasn't this the part where the two love interests would kiss?

A better question: why was that where her mind was going to? It wasn't like she and Dalton were very close. Neither of them had showed much of an interest in the other. Maya blinked several times, trying to pull herself out of his spell. "...Dalton...?" His name was whispered, as though she didn't want anyone else to hear or see them.

Tag: Dalton Evert

[Dalton Evert]

Dalton couldn't help but glance down at her lips as she licked them. He hoped these were good signs, that he had an effect on her. He didn't want to worry about that, though. Tonight was about not worrying or thinking.

"Yes?" He gave her a soft smile, feeling like she was falling under his spell. He tipped his head to gaze at her, letting his hand linger on her cheek. He had the desire to kiss her, but it wasn't the right time. Not yet. He had to wait for a little bit more.

He resisted the urge to take another swing of his flask, and instead leaned closer and softly kissed the tip of her nose. He held his breath as he did, knowing he would smell like alcohol. He smiled, stroking her cheek with his hand, gazing down at her. As intelligent as she was, she also seemed to be gullible. That was good---for Dalton. She would regret this later, and he wouldn't. But the was she was acting made him feel like the sweet girl didn't get as much attention from guys as he would think she would, giving she was so nice. But right now, Dalton didn't feel bad about taking advantage of her.

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[Maya Vie]

template by punki of adoxography

i am feeling so small

i'm still learning to love

She was most certainly bewitched; every little thing he did, his hand lingering on her cheek, leaning in, his lips brushing her nose in that feather light kiss, pulled her further under his spell. Maya could have sworn her heart stopped beating in that instant. She wasn't used to having this kind of attention was  was already blushing. Her cheeks were pink, her face felt uncomfortable warm, and her eyes were glued on his mouth as he spoke a one word response.

Why wasn't she pulling away? She should have been putting some distance between her so she could gather her thoughts and composure. Was she even breathing, or had he stolen the air from her lungs also? "What... are you doing?" Her voice was still soft, unsure, but she didn't dare move. Maya didn't know what Dalton's intentions with her eyes or what game he was playing... but she was so very curious.

Tag: Dalton Evert

[Dalton Evert]

Dalton smirked, wrapping an arm around her waist. He pressed his lips against hers, his mouth tasting like the alcohol he had been drinking. He ignored her question, pressing her back against the wall, a hand beside her head resting on the wall. He kissed her roughly, determined to make her his for the night. His stubble grazed her chin as he kissed her, his eyes closing as his thoughts left him.

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[Maya Vie]

template by punki of adoxography

i am feeling so small

i'm still learning to love

Maya had been anticipating this, had even wanted it, but that didn't stop the surprise from shooting through her when his arm went around her waist and her back his the wall. Her ipod his the floor with a loud clatter as she dropped it, freeing her hands, which went to his chest, palms on him but not pushing him away. Her eyes were closed, when had she closed them?, and her lips parted slightly in a gasp that was muffled by his rough kiss.

A delicious shiver went through her, trembling down her spine as her stomach clenched tight in an emotion she couldn't quite describe. Dalton tasted like alcohol, maybe whiskey, which made her tongue tongue as she licked his lips, making her head swim like she was drunk just from the taste of him. Maya couldn't fight the moan that his kiss invoked. Her fingers curled against his chest, nails dragging against the fabric of his shirt as she balled her fists around it, using it to pull him slightly closer, as though she was afraid he might pull away.

Tag: Dalton Evert

[Dalton Evert]

Dalton felt her hands on his chest, gripping his shirt. He kissed her roughly and hungrily, pressing her against the wall. He sighed as she licked his lips, tangling a hand into her hair. He heard her moan as she kissed him, and his eyelids fluttered in bliss as he tenderly bit her lip. He continued to kiss her, his hand grazing the skin of her back as it slipped under her shirt.

He didn't care if anyone saw them, whether it be her family or his. He was too drunk to worry about anything other than keeping her there with him.

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[Maya Vie]

template by punki of adoxography

i am feeling so small

i'm still learning to love

Maya felt like she was going up in flames...like she was melting from the inside out as his mouth moved against hers, hard and dominant, taking what he wanted without a care for who might stumble upon them. She was trapped between him and the wall; the contrasting heat of his body and the coldness of the wall making her heartbeats quicken and her blood run light lava through her veins. She was trapped... and she didn't even care.

She moaned into the kiss when his teeth caught her lip, and again when his hand fisted in her darkened locks. Every touch, every taste, was a new sensation to her, making her putty in his hands, all too innocent, all too willing. At least... until the heat of his palm touched the skin of her back without fabric acting as a barrier. That was when she pulled away, at least tried to. It was done with hesitation, reluctance, it was as though the parting of their lips was painful. "Dalton... don't... not here."

Tag: Dalton Evert

[Dalton Evert]

Dalton felt triumphant as he kissed her, feeling her submit to him. He felt her pull away, and refrained from biting his lip in frustration. But then he relaxed a bit, since she wasn't going to leave. He took her hand, pulling her towards his family's living quarters. He led her into his room, shutting the door behind them. He ignored the empty bottles of alcohol laying around and the shattered glass. He turned her towards him and gently pressed her down onto the bed, his arms on either side of her. He started to kiss her again, pressing one hand against her stomach. He  ;waist. He bent over her, cupping behind her neck with his other hand, holding her in place as he kissed her. Desire drove his kisses to be stronger, as he allowed himself to give in to his lust. He felt her skin beneath his hands, smiling into the kisses as he forgot everything he had been going over in his head before he had drunk each bottle. He nuzzled her neck, tenderly kissing along her throat, all the way down to her feet. He accidentally ripped her clothes while taking them off, but just tossed them away carelessly, since they were only acting as barriers between him and her. If she wanted him to slow down or stop, he ignored it, letting his desire taking the reins.

In the morning, Dalton got up from the bed, stretching tiredly. Maya was still asleep, curled up under the covers. She had hickies all over, and he bit back a smirk as he went into the bathroom to take a shower. He liked marking up his girls, leaving them a reminder of him and their night. She'd definitely have to cover up well if she didn't want anyone asking questions. She'd have to wear something of his when she would leave his room, since her clothes were torn up from the other night. He liked to give a challenge, since anyone would definitely know those clothes weren't hers. He finished his shower, putting on a pair of pants and going out into the bedroom. He glanced over at her as she woke up, drying his hair with a towel. Droplets of water glittered his bare chest, dripping from his damp hair. He started to put on his guard's uniform, figuring she'd make her own way out. He glanced over at her as he finished, dropping the towel onto the ground. He'd clean up the messy room later.

"You're not expecting payment, are you?" he asked, looking over at her, his gaze serious, but bored.

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