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Description: CLINT.
Autumn Vista - July 25, 2008 05:17 AM (GMT)
Alright, Autumn found it a fitting time to get drunk off her ass. Seeing as....she hadn't really done that nice and properly for a while. Nor had she hung out in the club atmosphere that only the other day she had labeled 'lame,' for a few months, which she decided she ought to check out and see if it was that lame as she proclaimed. That rhymed, ha. But besides the point, she decked out in a red mini dress, with a few other glittery accessories before checking out of her apartment and making sure her car was locked before approaching the club. She had left her car in a parking garage so that if she really did get drunk she wouldn't require a drive home, she'd get a friend or call a cab. It was as easy as that.
Slipping into the club environment she found a chill run up her spine at the music that seemed to be playing, while the colorful lights provided an atmosphere that looked like a cross between an LSD kick and a mural. She quickly walked over, shrugging her shoulders and tapping her feet to the beet as she made her way gracefully over towards the bar counter. That was her first stop before heading to the dance floor, now all she had to do was wait it out and wait for somebody to ask her for a dance. Which hopefully was an event that would occur. If not, she'd last on her tequila and vodka, thank you very much. Sipping on her martini glass, she arched her eyebrows at the suprisingly familar that approached her. The 'stranger,' though she was soon to realize that it indeed wasn't one, was suprisingly tall and well built. Not to mention handsome, but that was indeed a bit of an understatement. Good thing she hadn't drunk much.
Clint Michaels - July 25, 2008 05:39 AM (GMT)
The mural curved LSD trip was right up Clint's alley, even if he wasn't into drugs, he liked tricking himself into thinking he was on drugs, and with the amount of liquor he'd inhaled this evening, plus the lighting? He was pretty sure he was going to wake up somewhere with one hell of a hangover. He really should learn how to pace himself, his body wasn't built to inhale so much alcohol in so little time. At least for the most part he could keep it down, he didn't really enjoy spending any amount of time with his head hung over a toilet bowl. But at this point? He wasn't as drunk as he had hoped to be, the bartender had cut him off for a while after about six drinks that he had sort of inhaled. So... he decided to get up and walk around, and secretly hope when he was ready for another drink the bartenders had switched shifts or something.
Getting off his barstool he turned and looked at the lights, preparing himself to get caught up in them and run into some poor unsuspecting person, or you know, have an seizure. Hopefully neither would happen, he scanned the dance floor for someone he knew, or someone he didn't know, he wasn't really concerned either way, just someone. And then he spotted Miss. Vista. A smirk finding his face rather quickly he decided to walk in her direction, he had never spent a night with her, in any sense, that didn't end up with him and a smile on his face(or her in his arms), he was a bit cocky at his ability to bed women. But that was aside from the point, she was standing there and she was looking pretty good, well as far as he could see, and before he had any sense to stop himself, he was standing in front of her, staring down at her. "Autumn." It was rare for him to actually remember chicks names, so she should feel slightly special. He wasn't sure what else to say, but he stood there looking as confident as ever, waiting for a response.
Autumn Vista - July 25, 2008 05:49 AM (GMT)
Mhm. The environment of a club after so long a time of not being in one...it was rather refreshing, especially once you downed some booze. Though from now on, she was going to keep a closer eye on her booze as she was feeling rather tipsy this far into the game - and that was a rarity for a drinker as she was. Autumn wasn't exactly an alcoholic, she just preferred to drain her worries through alcohol rather than through therapy or some other sappy shit. Yeah, in that not-wanting-to-talk-about-her-emotions way, she was very unlike the typical Oakland girl. But the good thing was that she wasn't about to climb into bed with a stranger, nor was she going to allow all her inhibitions go flush down the toilet bowl.
Approaching the bartender with a casual sort of half smile, she slipped him a twenty, and the next shots were over the house after she finished the martini. That was the way people in the club seemed to work, not really caring much about your age or anything, just about how you tipped them or how you looked. If you had an ass, you got past the bouncers, if you had the money, you served well with the bartenders and wanted you to come back. Explaining the free drinks. Her eyebrows arched themselves and her lips curved into a mischevious, and slightly shallow smirk as Clint approached. It wasn't long before she identified him, the second that he had uttered her name had done the trip with recounting who exactly this 'mysterious and handsome,' figure was. "Mr. Michaels," she replied simply, murmuring his name as she would address a corporate official, pronouncing that she knew him, but not necessarily that she wanted to. That was the way she rolled, never giving away her full intentions.
"Do you have an explanation or specific reason for nearing this perimeter, orrr, is there just something so attracting about me that you just can't stay away from?" She asked sarcastically, waiting for him to reply, before ordering a Jack Daniels and pushing it into Clint's arms. "No need to thank me, you'll need it soon."
Clint Michaels - July 25, 2008 05:51 PM (GMT)
The club scene wasn't Clint's first choice at where he'd rather be right now. He'd rather be sitting at a bar somewhere, uncrowded, alone, or at least temporarily alone at first, and then finding someone to chat up for a few minutes and then going from there. However tonight the bright lights had appealed to him, so he was here, how he managed to get here in the first place was beyond him. He probably decided he wanted to trip on the lights or something and somehow managed to get here, oh well, getting here wasn't important, he was sure that somewhere outside somewhere resided his car for a fast escape, or you know, if worst came to absolute worst he'd just sleep in his car. Simple solution, right? Exactly.
Clint's eyes had been distracted from the pretty lights and his vow to get entirely wasted tonight the second they fell on Miss. Vista. Which, if you think about it, was a sweet notion, as he was rarely distractable and generally quite focused on the goal at hand. There were obvious reasons for him to be attracted to her, she was blond, she was mysterious and she was never revealing anything with her face or in her words. It kind of drew him in even more that she was probably one of the very few people he couldn't figure out. As much as that drove him absolutely crazy, he kind of liked it. "There's just something utterly attractive about you Miss. Vista that your being drew me over here like a magnet." He nodded once, sternly and smirked to himself. She was certainly confident, and that was definitely something he admired. Taking the drink she gave him he took a swig and then cocked an eyebrow at her. "I'll need it soon?" A smile tugging at one corner of his lips as he withstood and tried not to grin like the Cheshire cat. "You bought me a drink, now what can I do for you, babe?"
Autumn Vista - July 25, 2008 05:59 PM (GMT)
Nor was it hers, though she couldn't say she'd rather be at home lounging or anything, there were many other places that she had preference towards. Most of those places were places like Rocket Town, where she could entertain herself for hours on end or an amusement park where she could cause havoc with security - which she had indeed experimented with before. But Autumn had decided to come here for the sole purpose of doing something a bit absentminded, a bit different, and three pinches too typical for the twenty year old girl. Yet, there was an auroma about the place that she couldn't quite say that she held disdain toward.
She too had had a plan to get wasted, though not for the same reasons that he had held nor admired; but for different purposes. Different reasons. Ones that she'd prefer to keep to herself and not to disclose, even under the influence. There were certain things that she kept to herself, and the reason for drinking, was just one out of the many. "Perhaps it's the fact that unlike other women, I don't swoon over the mere sight of you," she said, as blandly as one could manage, and yet managed to hold a straightforwardly content face. "Definitely. And I have to admit I'm bemused that I've gotten you intrigued," she remarked simply, before tugging at his arm. "Oh, and. I came here not just to stand around drinking whiskey but to dance." She didn't ask him, she didn't boss him, but instead began to tug at his torso and his muscular arms to motion towards the dance floor. "Dancing with Autumn and flattering her incessively is what you can do."
Clint Michaels - July 25, 2008 08:53 PM (GMT)
(I checked this earlier and it said you hadn't replied >:[ hm. oh well<3)
Keeping things disclosed was the way they both seemed to prefer it. Clint didn't walk around carrying on and on about his awful past and begging for sympathy, no, he wouldn't sink that low. Nor did he spend his time going around prodding into people's personal lives and offering his shoulder as a place for them to wipe their tears. He liked to keep conversation up beat or to a bare minimum, at all costs and if at all possible. Speaking was not his strong suit, if someone started prodding into the deep woes of Mr. Michaels he stiffened up like a cement wall, and then there was just no more use for his vocal chords in that conversation. He didn't like getting sympathy and he sure as hell didn't go around begging for it. Not even from his actual friends, if he could say he had any of those in the true sense of the word that is. Secrets were something he understood completely.
"That probably plays a part in it." He smirked, she certainly didn't give into the swooning or falling at his feet when he entered a room. She enlisted a challenge, something not so easy and run of the mill. Don't get me wrong, he appreciated when girls flung themselves in his direction, but sometimes he liked to be challenged. Miss. Vista always made him work for whatever it was he wanted, even if it was just a drink, and it was never just a drink he wanted from her. He didn't even speak as she began tugging his torso in the general direction of the dance floor, Clint was one of the few men who didn't spend their time babbling about how they had two left feet, or how they simply failed at dancing. He was cocky, so even if he failed epically at something, he was willing to give it a shot. He did not suck at dancing though, it was like sex with clothes, if she wanted to pull him out to the dance floor and rub their bodies together, who was he to object? He smirked, leaning in towards her ear and whispering, "Can do." ever so slightly before placing his hands on her hips from behind and beginning to dance.
Autumn Vista - July 25, 2008 09:02 PM (GMT)
( wtf! that's quite wierd. )
Autumn didn't have a need to bare all her secrets or anything. She typically didn't tell many of the things that were personal unless they became quite out in the open and obvious, like a medical need or reason or something, and I'm just using that as an example. The sympathy act? It was an act of wanting attention, or at least it seemingly was from her perspective, and it just made you look as you would beginning for somebody's mercy - pathetic. So she had no reason or use in lessening her confidence and seemingly sound and secure personality, to the cause of gathering attention or pity from someone else. And because she wasn't the pity party seeking person, nor was she one to bear or tell secrets, she didn't have that many true and close friends - ones that knew her for who she was and where she had grown up from. There were only one or two that knew everything about her, and even still, there were certain things they didn't know...
"Then I fancy you're a bit more predictable than you let on. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, I prefer the cocky guy to the pussy one," she told him bluntly, smirking at the small edge of word pun she had slipped discreetly into her wording. Oh yes, she loved to play around with double meanings. It amused her. Now, don't get me wrong she was a bit intrigued when he actually did follow her to the floor, though a part of her yearned for him to be a bit more resistant. Like him and girls that gave him a challenge, she preferred the not so nice and the challenging guys; the ones who didn't necessarily want to strip you down the moment they saw you. Which was clearly, and most likely an object on the much wandering eye of Clint Michaels. But no complaining was in store. She smirked solemnly as he placed his hands properly on her waist, raising her hands a bit and started to sway along to the music that played in the background. The lights and the fact that the place was so crowded only seemed to make it seemed like more of an ecstacy or LSD trip, though at the same time, it was refreshing. "So tell me, Mr. Michaels, what is your sort of entertainment?"
Clint Michaels - July 25, 2008 09:34 PM (GMT)
Some things were better left in the closet, everyone had secrets that no one knew, not one person could know everything about another, and even if they could... that'd defeat any bit of mysteriousness, which usually left the situation bleak and incredibly unentertaining. Autumn and Clint seemed to have a lot in common thus far, not that he'd have any interest in finding out anything more they could have in common, but in all honesty, he was quite intrigued by her. Maybe it was the fact that she was so mysterious, with a dash of her original conclusion, she wasn't falling in front of him, she also wasn't trying to tell him her life story, and hell, she was hot. Clint Michaels certainly was not a challenge, in any sense of the word, which might make him sound like a bit of a whore but.... if he found a girlwoman that sparked his interested, or caught his eye, then he was all over the situation.
He didn't see the need in playing hard to get, especially when he really just wasn't hard to get. He was willing to work for what he wanted, if she was going to play cat and mouse then he'd definitely be one firm lion. At least he had the decency not to go for minors, he tended to keep his eyes solely on adults, in case they actually were to have a conversation he much preferred having one that didn't involve screeching or talking about algebra class, he might not seem like the guy who liked talking a lot, but if you were actually slightly intelligent and you could think about something to talk about with him that could keep him hooked? He could be quite the chatty Cathy. However, women rarely had their sights set on a 'deep and meaningful' conversation when they approached him. He smirked at her word play and then continued with the dancing bit. Sometimes dancing helps people loosen up, and feeling like you've just had the high of a lifetime while doing so? Well, that just added to the fire. A question that he didn't know the answer to? Or rather didn't know how to answer, so he answered vaguely and with something that probably made little sense but returned him to his safe cocky place of hitting on unexpecting or suspecting women. "I could think of a few things you could do right now to entertain me." He leaned forward again, assuming they were still dancing, and spoke in her ear to be heard over the music.
Autumn Vista - July 25, 2008 09:48 PM (GMT)
Another reason for her discretion was that she didn't want things to slip or come out when she was drunk, which would most likely be the case if she would say something even when sober; she'd most likely say worse when drunk. Yes, she had her theories and philosophies and ways to deal and handle situations - all of them made up what Autumn Vista was. A junior in college, passing all of her classes without fucking any of the teachers, a model - but someone who worked hard for the money in modest amounts, and..a bit of a logical smartass. Secrets, in her mind? Those were junior high sort of things, immature and adolescant, gossipy and annoying rather than anything else. People might as well keep their shit in the toilet in stead of spreading or bothering with it.
See, the thing about Autumn was that she just was a challenge. It was in her nature to protest recieving a valentine or cheesy, sappy love poem. This girl young woman was practical, logical, and now love aspirer. She wasn't the girl that fell into someone's arms, or played hard to get up until a certain measure, she just wanted to know and seek what she wanted. And make sure that it was worthy of her desire, in more than one meaning when it came to men. In that way, she used her analytical skills to uncover little tidbits about people when flirting, absentmindedly exchanging coments, asking questions. "I don't believe you answered my question," she said simply. "And to answer your previous statement, I do imagine you'd like to share some of those things I could do because I'm not going to be your fantasy in your horny imagination." She smirked, pulling away but keeping a grip on his arm - and giving herself a little twirl around the dance floor - she returned to her previous scenario. And by that, her fingers slipped into the front pocket of his jeans and she continued moving. "I am curious, what peaked your interest about this particular club?"
Clint Michaels - July 25, 2008 10:18 PM (GMT)
There wasn't a whole hell of a lot that made up Clint Michaels, he was pretty predictable in the most of senses. He had at one point wanted to be a musician and then realized that the odds were against him. He had once been in love, and that turned up like crap, so instead of dealing with shit, he had made the decision a long time ago that alcohol, and meaningless sex with random girls was the way to keep himself from going under. Or maybe it helped him go under... he wasn't sure, but he was sure of one thing. Sobriety was overrated. He had himself, his camera and his dog, and those were the only consistent things in life that he actually bothered with. He didn't believe in love anymore, he was a cynic, and probably one of the worst cases. He didn't have time for a girlfriend, or at least that's what he told himself, and even if he did have time, he wasn't really willing to put forth the effort unless she was something really special. The thing was, he never took the time to get to analyze a chick before the night ended and he couldn't be sure off sex and sex alone that she was something special.
Having one conversation with Miss. Vista? Partially sober and with their bodies moving close to one another, he was bound to uncover at least a few pieces of parts of things that made her who she was. She was one of the few women who he'd actually be willing to dig into, to get to know, but the only problem was every time he had the opportunity to get to know her, his pants were a little larger than his capability to think. "I'd rather you be part of the fantasy in reality." He smirked, which he most definitely would have no objection to her partaking in one of the many dirty schemes in his head at this point, but he was trying to be good, at least a little good. He could have responded with something cheesy "I saw your car in the parking lot and figured there was at least one worthy chick in here." But he didn't, instead he just let the grin play on his face as he felt her fingertips slide into his front pockets and his hands slid from firmly placed on her waist to holding each other behind her back, pulling her ever so slightly closer as he examined her facial expression and thought over how to answer her question. "Booze, chicks, getting to feel like I'm on drugs without actually having to do them. What's not to peak my interest?" He raised his right eyebrow ever so slightly. "And you... Miss. Vista, what brought you out to the club scene this evening? See my car in the parking lot?"
Autumn Vista - July 25, 2008 10:28 PM (GMT)
That was the way life seemed to work for the most part. There were only a strict amount of things, very few, that would actually consistently stay for you. And Autumn had figured out in the interim of her life that she could survive without having her life planned out for her in advance - what was the point in that anyhow? -, love, and all those other things that made up the typical girl-next-door; simply by wasting away her discretion with some booze. Even though alcohol came in handy in most situations, like this evening, she could make herself happy in almost any scenario that came along with or without as man at her side.
"Pity you still have my inhibitions to sort through. And anways, I'm content with being a man's Aphrodite, without doing anything but please and charm by doing nothing whatsoever," she remarked simply, smirking nonetheless. "Yes, sometimes it did take some major convincing to get her past the first stage of flirting and reckless disbandonment. "I figured as much, but I do know that there has to be something that cracks into your skull outside of booze, chicks, and alcohol. Do tell me, now that you've gotten me intrigued."
At his mock inquiry, she supressed a laugh. "Fortunately for you, I didn't see your car. Seeing as if I saw anything labeled with your name or license all over it I might have had the temptation to lurk around another club or pub so I could have the attention all to myself. I don't willingly share it. I thrive in it." Autumn simply said, yet another one of her neutral responses that neither gave away exactly what she was thinking, nor pleased him fully. But she knew what she said was enough was semi enough to at least prowl a smirk off of him. "But to answer your question. I decided to try something a little bit more ideal for a stereotypical college student. So far, it pleases my fancy, but the men in here; that's another matter." Yes, she was one to speak her mind, as she was to tease, and both gave her delight in giving herself an excuse to do either one of those.
Clint Michaels - July 26, 2008 12:09 AM (GMT)
They were definitely going to be playing a game of cat and mouse, that was almost certain at this point. She was going to be a bloody tease and he wasn't going to give her any information she desired, it would ruin his reputation. "It won't take long." He nodded, because he was pretty sure as much as she really did want to play games, when it came down to matters, she probably wasn't going to make things all that difficult on him. She'd eventually know when to give up and she'd give in to some of his whims, and maybe a fantasy or two. "If I told you... I'd have to kill you. Plus, it'd ruin that whole tall, dark and mysterious thing I've got going on." Another grin tugging at his lips, he was pretty sure by the end of the night it will have never left his face. She had a certain way of making him think, which he only half liked, because with the other half he was trying to concoct a way to get here where he wanted her, and it appeared to be a far harder challenge than he had originally enlisted himself for.
Of course he should have expected some bit of mockery to come from her, but he never left the smile play off of his face as he faked a shock ego-deflater, that involved no jello, thank you very much, "Well, I'm paying you attention, more attention than you would of gotten elsewhere from anyone else." He told her, honestly, if he was going to be dedicated enough to have a conversation with you, or whatever it was they were doing right now, he was going to be willing to bid them a lot of attention. His mind wandered as he slid his arms slightly farther behind her back, moving her again, just ever so slightly, he liked to enjoy the scenery before actually indulging in it. "I'm sure there's one decent man in here, and when this dance is over, you'll get to find out for yourself." He smirked, he was not counting himself in the decent man thing, as a matter of fact, he was pretty sure if this song finished and he simply disentangled himself from her and walked away, she might come following him. She might not however, she was strong willed, but she was crackable, at one point or another, and he'd get there.
Autumn Vista - July 26, 2008 12:27 AM (GMT)
These two had been playing this game ever since she had left Oakland for New York for a while, and apparently it was never going to change. The cat and mouse scenario that is. They had even dated off and on, but she had refused to actually have sex - though they had come extremely close for months at a time - for reasons that she was keeping to herself. Maybe she just enthralled watching his response, or maybe she was pulling an Anne Boleyn with her own version of King Henry. Only this time, her version of Anne was certainly not going to lose, and she was willing to continue this game going. Either way, she was interested in him despite her actions sometimes prevailing or making you think otherwise, but she wasn't one to boast about it. Particularly not if it was going to only do but none else than boost his ego, and his penis. "Five months ago you may have pulled the tall, dark, and mysterious look off on me, babe. But you have to think in the present, I know you much more than you give credit for. We're alike in many ways, and you're very readable," she commented. Her eyes narrowed but her lips pursed, before pulling into a well rounded grin at what he next said. "Well, go ahead and tell me. I'm pretty sure I can fend off any life threatening blow that you happen to send my way."
"I'll give you your due part, I have to admit that much, you do pay me attention, and I can't say I don't like it. But, I haven't quite pronounced in what exactly sort of way that is," she stated simply. Sober conversations were always much more meaningfully, and typically enthralling and memorable than drunken ones. And perhaps it was a good thing that neither had gotten terribly drunk or tipsy. But that that was exactly what she wanted - to be memorable. Not the fade-in-the-distance-with-every-other-girl sort of person, definitely not. That just wasn't her style, to fade into the background. "And what would happen if, say, I asked the disc jockey never to allow for this dance to end? Then, what would happen?" Perhaps she was exaggerating, or perhaps it was in her power to waltz up there, away from his semi embrace; and instruct the dj or perhaps it wasn't. Autumn would leave that up for a challenge for him to decipher. And as soon as she had pronounced that much, she twirled around and out of his arms; smirking at the position where his hands had been laying prior to the move; and waltzed gracefully back over towards the farthest corner of the bar section of the club.
Clint Michaels - July 26, 2008 01:10 AM (GMT)
Clearly she wasn't the 'fade-in-the-distance-with-every-other-girl type, he had even given her the title of his girlfriend for a period in time, they she had disappeared and went back to New York, leaving him here, single, and ready to mingle. He couldn't help that every relationship he had ever had turned to shit, and fast. It wasn't even really worth trying anymore to him, when he knew that in a few short months it was all going to be over, and he was going to be left with a few good memories and a lot of bad ones, like them leaving. Surprisingly enough, Clint Michaels had been broken up with quite a few times, way more than his share, but generally he deserved it. For his inability to keep his penis out of randoms was a bit of a relationship deal breaker. Miss. Vista however, had actually managed to hold his attention long enough to actual get to the point of nearly having him wrapped around her finger... and then she left, and all her hard work had taken off in a suitcase with her to New York! Sadly, so had his want and desire to be with one woman, and solely one woman, all desire to fall in love and ride off into the sunset with his perfect match had disappeared nearly as fast as it had appeared.
"The honest truth?... I'm really not as deep as you think." He told her, of course he was, but he didn't really feel like he had needed to explain himself to her, she had been the one to take off on him as he recalled, correct? That is exactly as he had remembered it. She had kept him celibate for months on end with no promises that it was going to change, and he had been her pony boy. Clint Michaels was not going back to his place at the foot of Miss. Vista's pedestal. "If the song was to never end... you'd get bored with me and run away again." He smirked, the smile on his face falling slightly, not really revealing the fact that he might've been and might very well still be slightly upset with the entire situation. And there she had went again, sliding right out of his arms and running away, what was he going to do? He had just wasted ten minutes of his life chatting her up, he wasn't going to let her just walk away, his lips tugged upward again as he followed her towards where she had moved, waltzing right up in front of her and sliding her slightly backwards using a bit of force, but not wanting to slam her into the wall, he stopped as soon as he couldn't push any farther and set his hands on either side of her shoulders against the wall. Moving closer to his face but then stopping yet again. "Maybe I am predictable." She probably assumed he'd follow her back here, which he had, so maybe he needed to work on the mysterious thing a little bit.
Autumn Vista - July 26, 2008 01:23 AM (GMT)
Autumn honestly hadn't been one that was great with relationships, she was never sure of herself in one, and she felt strangely vulnerable. Perhaps that was one of the reason she had left without explaining why she had, or perhaps there was something else that had kept hesitating from telling him. She was pretty sure that she had started to fall for him in that scenario, but never being the one to admit her feelings ignorantly shoved them in a suitcase and headed out east without much of a word to anyone other than maybe one or two people. That was something she regret, seeing as she had sort of remembered why it had been rather difficult to pull herself from this place in the first place when seeing some of her longtime-no-see sort of friends, and seeing what all Oakland had to offer. Nor was it boring like she had seemingly used as one of her many excuses to get out of town the first time around, it was anything but.
"You lie," she said softly, biting down on her lip to keep her from saying anymore, and if she had had a bit more liquor - she might have been a bit more blunt and gotten all sappy...and ew. She didn't want to think about that. Rolling her eyes and turning nearly an about face, she curiously looked up at him, almost trying to see in summary all that had changed about him since she had left. Not that she would comment anything on that of course, she wasn't the person that wanted to make a person feel miserable over natural changes in life. It was the same deal with that as pityparties, lame and pathetic. "I was never bored with you, it was never you I had a problem with, ever," she found the words slipping out of her mouth before she had even meant for them to occur. And GASP. A slight hint of a blush began to rise in the curvatures of her now pink cheeks with realization of what had been already said. No use in regretting what was clearly honest and truthful. "Anyways, now that you've taken another alias, Mr. Mysterious.....what all has changed around these parts?"
Truth is, when she walked away, she had hoped he was going to follow her. God dammit she was way too stubborn for her own good and she knew that she had to make this up somehow. She knew that she had just watched her own self allow history to almost double itself over, with her walking away. And she was half expecting for him to disappear, glare at her, or just walk straight out of the bar, but thankfully he did neither of those three. Instead, he walked straight towards her without saying a single word; slightly intimidating sort of approach but hey. Standing on her tiptoes, she mustered all the fucking courage, this girl could pull off - seeing as she did have her cowardly behaviors - murmured "Dammit, Clint, you win this round," and kissed him. Full on the mouth, and with on hint of regret in her sobriety. She couldn't remember a previous occasion when she had voluntarily when at any sort of competetion, good or bad, lame or real, sport or leisure, and now here she was; sacrificing it up. Hopefully he recognized this.
Clint Michaels - July 26, 2008 03:00 AM (GMT)
They had that in common too, Clint didn't do relationships. When he did find himself in one, which had only been a couple of times in the past, they had all ended badly. What, one in death, the next her just picking up and leaving him, without an explanation, a phone call, it was a shitty move on her part, but after he got her reasons, he'd probably forgive her. Another quality he lacked, forgiveness, yet for some reason, Miss. Vista brought out the best of qualities in him, some he'd rather shove a sock in to make go away, and some he could deal with, she made him a tad softer than he would be with just any other girl. He kind of hated the side that she brought out in him, but once he was there, he probably wasn't going to return. As long as he could keep the sexual thoughts in his head, he wasn't gonna turn into a complete asshole, heartbroken sap, it'd be really bad if he got all gushy at this point. Then Autumn went on to rant and rave about how she was never bored with him, and he couldn't help but feel a bit of red flush to his cheeks, but considering it was dark, and he was overheated it wasn't apparent on his face. That'd just give her more to mock.
The only think different between this point in time and history was that this time, Clint actually got to know where she was going, and he had the opportunity to follow her. Which, he was kind of surprised that he even wanted to follow her, considering she had basically just up and left him, but he followed where her feet had led him and he had cornered her against the wall. He noted her reaching to be taller, and closer to his face and he smirked when he was done with his short speech as she pressed her lips against his, he returned the gesture. His hands moving off of the wall and sliding down her arms lightly, before resting on her hips, pushing himself closer to her body and her closer to the wall. He wasn't really expecting this to happen when he had approached her but he couldn't help but like it. He hadn't seen her in months, and now here she was, right where they had apparently left off. Arching his back slightly, he pushed his hips against hers and pulled her mouth with his. There wasn't much room for her to get closer to him at this point, but he was sure as hell trying. Sliding his hands down slightly again he felt his lips tug upright in a smirk as he parted her lips slightly and his snake tongue ran for the money.
Autumn Vista - July 26, 2008 04:52 AM (GMT)
God, this was bringing back so many memories, both painful and good from a year or so ago. Even in that seemingly short length of time, damn, things could change just as rapidly as the weather in Oakland it seemed. Or from what she experienced thus far, just being back a week or so, they could. Autumn didn't really know much about the effect she had on other people, only through what her friends like Jayson and some all had told her - that sometimes her honesty could get on their nerves and agitate them, but for the most part; it was one of those better qualities about her. But if she had an idea that she even brought out any of the better qualities in Clint? Yes, this girl'd be beyond flattered, though I don't know what person wouldn't be if they knew that. But we both know that was a never-going-to-be-said-aloud-fact that Mr. Michaels would keep to himself. By the expression on his face, it seemed that he was already growing tired of her words and all that lovely stuff. I mean, when you wanted something to happen out of sheer will, typically you didn't want something to delay the process.
Catching the slight smirk that the boy seemed to allow fairly easily, it was almost like his natural look, she pinched his cheeks and pulled him in the remaining centimeters of space that were remaining between them. Though believe me, there wouldn't be much air to breathe if they got much closer; but both of them seemed to be eager for one another's skin to be pressed up against the others. And a part of her longed to be somewhere much more discreet so they could do something that would appear a little bit more discreet. With luck, at least, seeing as she wasn't one to strip down to the bare necessities in the middle of a club with sweaty bodies dancing to sexy music in the background. As she pulled away for a breather, her hands traced the familar curvatures of his neck, his cheeks, and then slowly but surely began to ruffle his thick, dark brown hair; using the opportunity to pull him down nearly ontop of her into another embrace. Like you said, it was like they were picking up where they love off. "So, Antony, what's there left to do?" She whispered intriguingly, one hand ruffling around in his hair, the other starting to unbutton the first couple buttons of his shirt with a just as eager little smirk as the one that he was wearing. When he took his very own fingers and parted her lips, she arched her eyebrows with suprise but inclined her head to his own will; deciding that it was time that she back down a bit - and like he had told her wisely, to relax. Definitely the best policy in this scene. Her eyes instinctively found themselves shutting as his tongue slipped in, transfiguring - the HARRY POTTER WAY [only not really] - the kiss into something a bit more magical in itself - the french type. "I'm not running away again tonight," Autumn said simply, saying nothing more or nothing less than those words as her eyes finally opened; and her lips pulled apart to speak briefly. She waited for a likely to become smug sort of expression to reveal itself on his face.
Clint Michaels - July 27, 2008 06:28 PM (GMT)
Things change, times change and people change. It was a fact of life, and if you decided to up and leave a bunch of people that love you, don't contact them for months and then all of a sudden show up out of the blue and try and make it seem as if nothing's changed, you're a bit crazy. Both of you have chanced, maybe not for the better, or in big, life-changing ways, but at least in small, minute ways that are easy to pick up on. For Clint, he got a bit more bitter than he had been before, if that was possible. He felt like a retard for potentially opening his heart up to Autumn, taking a chance on the unstable organ, and look at where that got him? Heartbroken, again. He was over the whole taking chances on people thing, they always managed to just up and leave or inadvertently leave and leave him alone, and in a rather pathetic state. No, he had not shed actual tears over Miss. Vista's disappearance, but he had been pretty upset to find out his girlfriend had just disappeared and hadn't even bothered to fill him in that she had intentions of leaving in the first place. She had wrapped him around her finger and then ripped him right off, threw him on the ground and called him a loser, basically, not in so many literal senses as metaphorical, but you get the picture.
He felt like a retard, and he was surprised at this moment that he was actually standing in front of Miss. Vista, completely at ease and ready to pounce her. Then again, maybe he just wanted to get back at her, this was one thing she had never given him in their short time of dating, and if he could get it now... maybe it'd null the void, make him feel like less of a pansy. Or maybe... he had genuinely liked her and just because she left him didn't make those feelings automatically disappear. He was too lazy to think it out, and there was no way in hell his head would let his cords vocalize the second choice. He didn't answer her question with words, because at this point he was pretty weak and he couldn't be sure what was going to come out of his mouth. He was more focusing on getting Autumn out of this club, undressing her with his eyes and then hopefully, very, very soon, undressing her in reality, and slamming her down into the back seat of his car, as less painful as he could do that on her side. But really.... this whole affair was going to be extremely aggressive, he didn't doubt it for a moment, he had pent up aggression and a will for revenge that wouldn't subside. Just as she expected after the magical kiss in which Miss. Vista had then ended and separated their lips and their tongues, his face was smug. The way his head had interpreted those six words was that she wasn't going to leave him here, entirely turned on, to fend for himself, and when it was over, she wasn't going to get up and run away. Although he had always expected Miss. Vista to be the cuddling type, despite her hard exterior and her way to make him want to choke her(which he would never do) with all her words. "Is that my cue?" He smirked, still pressing her against the wall with his pelvic bone and letting his fingertips snake behind her to the small of her back, the curvature of her hips beneath his palms. Still smug, he removed his hands, stepped back slightly and offered her his hand.
Autumn Vista - July 28, 2008 02:38 AM (GMT)
Autumn, yeah, she had changed a considerable bit in different ways over the past few months she had been absent from the Oakland scene. She had pretty much been having a tough time in New York, with her new stepdad being a bit of a pedophile from the sounds of it, and her mother being a cocaine addict; not to mention the whole epilepsy drama adding to the mixture. Yes, she was glad to be back and away from that kind of drama, though there was no telling what sorts of stuff there was likely to be around Oakland. She shrugged the thought away, seeing as it was something that wasn't needed to be thought at the moment. What should be in her mind was the idea of practically punching-rough sex that was about to happen between Clint and Autumn. But she was not going to be in the back of his car where god knows how many other women were with him. She liked to be respected, and that was one of those little simple ways you could somehow manage to please Miss Vista. It wasn't simple, nor was it hard. At the moment she was too lazy to be sappy and all that other shit, nor did she want to be, but if it would have helped him she would have said it. Truthfully, she did miss Clint more than anybody else she had left behind in Oakland, even barely over her bffl since diapers Jayson. But that was one of those undisclosed tidbits.
She...didn't fuck every guy in sight, if you hadn't noticed, so the fact that she was allowing herself [being more sober than tipsy at this moment in time so that it kept her judgement perfectly aligned] to go this far with him was almost an unsaid compliment or piece of flattery. Honestly, she had to feel some sort of spark of chemistry before she'd hop into bed with them, or know for sure that she was going to be respected before going anywhere. But when she was drunk, like thank goodness that she wasn't at the moment, it could be a different story. A part of her wanted to make it so that she wasn't the one being pressed against the wall, and push him off of her to prove the point; but she resisted the urge - having learned her lesson for the day - and hopefully for the time being. It would be a shame to have gone through what they had both overall as a relationship, and more modern when it came to tonight's events, and not learned a thing. But no, Miss Vista wasn't as ignorant as her hard headed exterior may lead you to believe - eventually she did come across and take a point or two to heart. "So tonight, you're wrapped around my finger, and I yours. No denying," she looked at him with a plain stare that soon traced into a smirk, and then disappeared as she got back into suck-face mode and leaned forward to plant one on the side of his neck with the greatest of ease and moving her way up. Noticing that his hands were a bit wandering didn't seem to bother her but a tad, which suprised her own self as typically that sort of lust did affect her, and she obligingly returned the feel-your-partner-up-while-he-does-to-you move, and slipped one of her hands into the back of his jeans' pocket. One word sufficed for the response to his little inquiry."Definitely." Now it was time for her face to be smug as there wasn't many opportunities when the young woman couldn't find a reason to add in many unneeded or unnecessary words of some kind. "I expect to be heading somewhere a bit more respectful than a motel room or the back of the car," she added before taking his hand gracefully, and for once allowing him the leaveway to take her anywhere he pleased. Hopefully outside of the two things that she had suggested to exclude, at least.
Clint Michaels - July 28, 2008 06:50 AM (GMT)
You can't expect someone to poof for months and be exactly as they were when they left. It was unrealistic and extremely optimistic, neither of which Clint were, he was an extreme realist and with that, he was also a pessimist. He didn't believe in the happy ending with the clapping, the ball and the princess he was meant to hold in his arms. He thought that most of everything he ever did was settling, and he didn't much like settling but he figured it was better than nothing. What, he couldn't have his perfect ending, the two times he could have even potentially came close to it, had crashed and burned, quite literally with the first one and well... Autumn was just in another category completely. He had went celibate for her, he had kept his Roman hands and Russian fingers to himself when he was around her, he went against all of his general instincts just to be on her good side and look how that ended. They were together for months, she disappeared, he whored around, she came back and they were about to officially have sex for the first time. He was kind of scared, as odd as that sounds, not really scared of the sex but scared that afterward things were going to get more complicated then they were at the moment, and he wasn't sure if that was possible but he knew if it was, he didn't want that.
Autumn was a difficult case, she had this way of taming him when he didn't even know how she did it. He wasn't completely himself around her, most of his instincts were pushed away and he embraced a different side of Clint. A side that had actual feelings and emotions and he had actual people attached to them. Which is exactly how he got fucked over, he needed to not think about how she made him feel. Much like Jasper from Twilight, Autumn had a way of controlling his emotions without even needing to try, he didn't want her to have that power over him, he preferred when he was the only one in control of his feelings and no one else was in the way of hurting him. It was a lot easier when you were secluded and didn't let on that you even had feelings. Sadly it was a bit harder to fool Miss. Vista she generally saw straight through his facades and there everything went, straight down the drain. He needed to work on his ability to shut her presence out. Learn how to just want to be with her, like every other girl, and not want to be with her. He wouldn't go back there, he wouldn't give her the opportunity to hurt him like she had before again. He was no fool, he wasn't one to give second chances, even if he was one to ask for them.
Clint had a little more trouble keeping it in his pants unless it was a special occasion, or a special person. As much as he didn't want to admit that this night with Autumn was going to be special, he'd probably end up thinking back on it incessantly for the next however long it was until he laid his eyes on her again and tried to get an encore. As much as he never wanted to admit how much Miss. Vista utterly impressed him, what with her class and her intelligence, he was thoroughly impressed solely by her presence. She was quite intimidating to be honest, he was never sure what he was going to get with her, and that kind of reeled him in. The excitement. The way they could both be entirely wrapped around one another's finger and yet... neither one of them ever wanted to admit it. They were competitive, they both liked to be in control and maybe it was the power struggle that made everything all the more fun? He wasn't sure, all he knew was that there was something about Miss. Vista that was utterly irresistible.
When she told him that she expected him to have the class to take her somewhere more elegant than the backseat of his car, he scowled. Much like her to get him all worked up and then make him wait until they were in a more fancy local before allowing him to get back to his business. He led the way, her hand in his, fitting almost seemingly perfect, and he ignored that little tidbit, recalling all the previous occasions in which her hand was fit perfectly into the palm of his own. He opened the door to his car for her and closed it behind her before getting into the drivers seat. "Well if cheap motels are out of the question, and you refuse to do me in the backseat.... Is my apartment up to your standards?" To be honest, he had had much less women in the backseat of this car then had ever been had in his own bed. Granted... they didn't have to do what they were going to do in his bed, so that might make a bit of a difference. Hell, he'd have her on the counter of his kitchen if need be. She'd probably refuse to be had anywhere he'd ever had anyone else. Oh how she did like to be a pearl amongst the grains of sand. Changing his mind from his apartment he turned, sand had struck a cord. "What are your thoughts on public bathrooms?--" He joked, obviously. "Only kidding, but... I know this spot in the park, beneath the stars." He raised an eyebrow, it was a rather enclosed place and there was no chance of onlookers, he waited for her response before he made his turn, each option being in a different direction.
((i .... wasn't expecting to ramble that long. lmfao<3))
Autumn Vista - July 28, 2008 06:05 PM (GMT)
Autumn wasn't terriby unrealistic or anything, she knew you couldn't erase the past, she knew that better than anyone. She was a realist as well as a trace of every other - pessimist and an optimist. And most of the times she could find some sort of way to work a situation out, but she was perhaps a little bit stuck in the moment at this moment in time; to actually care about doing that. To actually think about what would occur after this was over, though she knew for certain she wasn't going to waltz away and pretend it didn't happen. No, that certainly wouldn't be her maneuver, not being that type of person to do such. She didn't know what it was about her but she wanted to be different, she wanted to tbe the person that was respected before she was taken to that base in which typically involved a bedroom and two person's genitials. That was a must with her.
Sometimes Clinton suprised her, perhaps it was just the way he could be, or perhaps it was the fact that she knew a lot of what he was thinking because they were so similar in interest and personality despite their denials. They were a lot more alike than anyone would actually admit, seeing as that was something that had brought them together, and probably brought back bad or long forgotten memories to either of them. That and she knew exactly what to say or do that would either lure him in, or lure him apart, frustrate or please him; and that feeling of being able to judge on what would do that made her intrigued. Possibly as intrigued as he was about a lot of Autumn's unique personality traits. In many ways, she had no idea how he thought of her, particularly at this stage in time; but the fact that she wasn't aware of that made the attraction every bit more visible. The things that they didn't know about one another seemed to bring them together much more, whether in a physical or sexual way, or simply emotionally.
Autumn liked to think that tonight would be special. I mean, it wasn't like she was allowing just anyone to get in her pants, it was somebody whom she had been with for months at a time without having sex with. She didn't feel obligated, no, she wanted this just as much as he did; and neither of them had even dranken much which seemed to put the moment into even more tenser times. But the tenseness of the situation seemed to put the sexual chemistry up even much further, and she had to admit that she liked that odd sensation of her heartbeat's pulse starting to race whenever their skin seemed to meet. Autumn smirked at his response, and the slight scowl. He should know above all other people that she liked to be the treasure, the candy apple of someone's eye, the jewel among less prized posessions, whatever that may be. And definitely was she aware of the fact that he had indeed been with many girls in the times they had had apart. But tonight, mind you, it was only going to be her in his bed. And no one else, no one less, and he was going to moan the right name. Oh, yes he was.
"I'll think upon it. Though the image of many girls being taken there flashes through my mind," she remarked simply, knowing that it would possibly irk him a little bit but at the same time; it made him all the more desperate to please her - and that was something that she definitely liked. She was a female, above all other things considered, mind you. She arched her eyebrows at the next, and hopefully sarcastic suggestion; quickly realizing it was the case. "That...would be indefinitely and an unClinton like stage of romance. But I would oblige." She said simply, inclining her head to show that she approved of the suggestion; and even a small glimpse of a smile was allowed to reveal itself. She squeezed his hand, that she still had a hold on - their fingers laced together, even wihle he was driving with his hands on the wheel. For some reason, she longed to be touched.
Clint Michaels - July 29, 2008 10:48 PM (GMT)
Clint was going for the romantic edgy side that didn't rear it's slightly embarrassing head often. He wasn't a big fan of being the gentlemanly type, he didn't like having a girlfriend and he certainly didn't go out of his way to take one girl on a sexual safari. That was unless that one girl's name was Autumn Vista, then apparently all cards were thrown out the window and he was all for putting on an impressive facade to simply get in her pants. At least that was what he was passing off what he was actually feeling at the moment, but was trying to shove off to the side. Respect, that was one thing he certainly had for Miss. Vista, after all, she had managed to hold out on his this long, and despite that not being the reason, or at least not the sole reason he held her at such regards, there was a little angelic Clint sitting on his left hand shoulder telling him that he should not be doing this, this being Miss. Vista.
"Fine, no sex in my bed." He smiled at her and squeezed her hand, reassuringly. The cutesy way their hands fit together, slightly perfectly was making him a tad uneasy, on some level he enjoyed the intimacy of having her fingers laced through his, but the surface was feeling different. He turned right and drove off towards the park. "Why all of a sudden are you all but unwilling?" He questioned, not that his pants cared either way, but his conscience did and he didn't want to be a regret of her's. He pulled into a parking spot and then turned the car off, glancing over at her face and smiling before leaning in slightly and brushing his lips against hers. And then pulling back and glancing out his window as he opened the door and stepped out, walking to her side and opening the door, again, a gentlemanly side surfacing simply by being in her presence. He helped her out of the car and led her through some trees for a few moments until he came to a clearing and he turned towards her, wrapped his hands around her waist and dropped his face to hers slightly, inhaling and then sort of forcing his lips upon hers, breaking the tranquil bit he had going for a few moments and getting over it, fast, trying to convince the little him to shut up before his head exploded, never had he thought so much about one simple decision. To sleep with Miss. Vista or to not.
Autumn Vista - July 30, 2008 01:05 AM (GMT)
"I'd only have sex in that bed if I was the only girl to have done so, and from what I gather and have picked up, it doesn't seem like I am. I like being the apple of your eye, thank you very much. Though I love being given the attention of anyone, I particularly admire the type you give me," she admitted shyly, this was definitely out of character for her to say, but at least she was being honest. "But yeah. I'll cut the sappy shit, because it's definitely not my true character." Autumn gave him a glimpse of a small flicker of a genuine smile, something that was a bit of a rarity for a girl that'd rather flash a smug or sarcastic look. She was the one that wore an edgy smirk on her face when she played her cards right.
Autumn's eyes widened a bit at his tough and the squeezing of her hand, and she couldn't help but grin back in return. It made her happy to know that at least she had somebody beside her wanting to touch her, and it wasn't just her own desire that was curdling inside of the pit of her stomach. "It's not really all of a sudden. It's been something I've been wanting every single fucking second since I ...you know," she didn't want to say the words 'ran away,' or 'left.' Not at this moment when everything seemed to be so optimistic and even worlds seemed to fail her. She couldn't help but be startled not only at where he had taken her, but at the way he bashfully had walked over and opened the car door and helped her out. God, she wanted to tackle him in so many particular places and with so many reasons at this very moment in time. It was making her brain hurt, with all the different emotions floating around her head at the moment. Autumn followed him over towards the place that he had specifically arranged, the romantic little place underneath the stars, which was a rather odd sort of place for either of them to long to have sex - both being the rather rebel and not so romantic type. That was when he kissed her full on the mouth and she returned it, not even thinking about slipping her tongue lustily into the picture, not wanting to ruin or end the moment.
She cradled in his arms for a second, knowing that eventually the night would have to end, and eventually they would go back to their regular and uneventful Oakland lives. But what she wanted not to happen was either of them to forget what hopefully and should happen by the end of the night. Inhaling deeply as they took a breather from their deep kiss, pulling him tighter against her torso and starting to unbutton his shirt while the embrace continued. Her lips did't only linger on his lips, they lingerered a tad on the surrounding areas such as his cheeks and his neck and his collarbone as well. But for the most part, on the lips. Though he might end up having a hickey on the side of his neck by the end of the night.
Clint Michaels - July 30, 2008 01:41 AM (GMT)
"Well then, I'm going to be needing to get myself a new mattress, I can't always be the sappy romantic type to take you to a different local everytime I desire to get in your pants. I'm not quite as creative as you may think." He told her, truthfully. He wasn't full of ideas and he certainly didn't have some grand list of places to take her in the heat of the moment. Not that he honestly even thought for a second that there would be a string of nights much like the one they were having now, he would be lucky to have had Miss. Vista once. But he saw tonight as some sort of closure, revenge if you will, she had abandoned him, he had given her a piece of him given to solely one woman other than herself, a piece of his heart, no more sappy shit, kara! But alas, she had thrown it away, tossed it into a dumpster much like women in New York do with... dun dun dun, BABIES! Tonight he could finally get over her and tonight he could finally say that Miss. Vista wasn't as good as she worked herself up to be, or rather.... he would say that afterward despite of the facts.
Clint knew how to work Autumn, none of his intentions had worked very well in the past to woo her into where they were now, but despite that, he knew what she liked. His face dropped at the mention of her leaving once again and he just ignored it as he went on about his business. Miss. Vista was in a bit of a rush as she made haste to begin unbuttoning his shirt as he kissed her, he didn't want to rush it, the angelic version of himself was still chattering away in his ear, which made him want to slow this down, if at all possible. He continued kissing her, moving his lips from her own and down to the her neck, sucking lightly, prepared to leave his mark on her skin, not subtly and not something that would fade in a day or so. Bringing his hands to rest behind her he shifted them, setting them on her hips before traipsing his fingertips lightly up and down her side and then down to the hem of her dress, bending his knees slightly he pulled it upward lightly, and smirked as he got it over her head, glancing at her body slightly before he stopped being inconsiderate and pulled her into another kiss, kicking off his shoes as he tried to maneuver her backwards and then tripping over his own two feet and falling backwards, pulling her down with him, atop of him, quite scriptedly. He laughed a little as he looked up at her and pulled a strand of her hair behind her ear before leaning up and pulling her back into a kiss. The angelic side silenced and the sadistic side wanting more, but not wanting this to be a one night occasion, he sighed heavily into her lips.
Autumn Vista - July 30, 2008 02:05 AM (GMT)
"That's fine enough with me. I don't need somebody so overthetop that I feel the need to compete with for who's the best...even if we do it anyway, despite the fact we're more like sadistic and sexy people," she remarked with a laugh, trying to create at least a friction of some humor here. It was a good thing Autumn didn't have a clue what was wandering around in his mind at the moment, even though she could read through much of his expressions, the one he had on his face was one that she could mistake for something along the lines of content. And that was good enough for her at the moment, though she'd rather him be more pleased. It was almost like they were playing the hook and line game with one another, cat and mouse fits the description a little bit more even if they had given one another enough to cool and silence themselves for a little while.
Autumn was absolutely relieved he ignored her choice of words, seeing as that wasn't what you were supposed to bring up during foreplay. Or....whatever word you would use to describe what the hell is happening right this very second. She found herself strangely smirking as he took her time with her dress and as she helped him to slide off his clothing; the good thing was that she lacked on modesty so it wasn't like she was going to be modest or embarrassed over the slightest thing such as somebody taking off her clothing. See, she had had to do underwear and bikini modeling shoots before, and she could deal with people staring at her in her underwear. Now when it came to below that, well, she might turn a bit red. But thankfully the dark lighting surrounding them would probably prevent any blush that might escape onto her cheeks from showing too clearly. "Am I good enough for you?" She remarked, sarcastically as he looked her up and down a moment or two before they both were silenced as the embrace continued. They were both left in their underwear laying in the grass, the stars upheld way up beyond the treetops that were hundreds of feet above them at the moment. But that wasn't suprisingly her main focus, not being one too be that distracted even with a good scenic view of something. It would be bad if she got distracted during this. And she wouldn't ever catch herself allowing to do it. Back to the scenario, yo. She pressed herself against his body, but this time she slowed herself down, still trailing various kisses and glancing downwards towards his boxers and playing with the hem a little bit with her fingertips but not yet sliding them down.
Clint Michaels - August 1, 2008 07:30 PM (GMT)
It would be best for Clint at this point if... he could just shut his mind off, there was too much to think about, too much to consider. The future, the past, the present, they were all plaguing his mind and he was getting a bit fed up with this whole worrying thing. Sex for him was supposed to be easy, it was supposed to be like counting, it was supposed to be relaxing. Apparently he should have known that nothing with Autumn was easy, and mindless-meaningless-sex was clearly something else to add to her list of difficulties. Worst thing about it? She didn't seem to have any problem sleeping with him in the middle of the park, she seemed to be completely at ease. What was she on? She was supposed to be the one over thinking everything, she was supposed to be the one stopping this whole thing, where was her head? Wherever it was, he was glad that it wasn't in his own, because had she known that he had true, actual, feelings for her, and that mindless sex with her wasn't exactly an option, that would make her way, way too powerful, and it would all go to her head, as much of what he said to her in a compliment-ing manner, did. He couldn't allow that. "There would be no competition." He smirked at her.
They needed to cut all the talking and get to the sexual part of the evening, as much of that as was actually going to occur. I would definitely choose foreplay to define what was happening right now. "Definitely." He thought to add in 'Probably too good.' Which was entirely true, but then she'd probably have questions and be curious with that, this would leave nothing for her to wonder about. He stared at her greedily and hungry, like at any second he intended on jumping her bones and slamming her into the cold, dewy grass. He felt her try and press herself closer to his body, realizing this was a bad idea, as if she was going to continue to attempt to take the lead, he wasn't going to be able to stop her in time, his desire to stop her was going to disappear. Clint was a lost cause, at least for the moment, he reached behind Miss. Vista, twisting her to the side for the moment and unclasped her bra, pulling at it until he threw it to the side with her dress and then leaned back down against her body, practically crushing her, but not enough to allow any bit of pain to come of it. His mouth sucked hungrily at a spot on her neck and then he found her lips once more, opening his eyes as he pulled his body slightly from hers and looked down at her face. "Do you think we're gonna be able to pull this off?" He asked, not being specific, leaving to her what 'it' was, whether it was a literal clothing it or a figurative 'it' it. A few moments later he breathed heavily as he leaned his body down against hers and then rolled towards the side and onto his back, exposing a bit more than just bare skin, but just how much he wanted her right now, despite knowing he couldn't actually have her. "I... don't think having meaningless sex is a good idea." ... How in a million years he managed to spit those words out was beyond him, but he had.
Autumn Vista - August 1, 2008 08:51 PM (GMT)
Autumn had this thing where after a certain amount of time, or a certain amount of comfort in a particular moment, she could kinda stop thinking those things that she wanted to be avoiding. That's what helped with her arrogance, ignorance, whatever it was that you'd call it about her that made her the way she was. Probably neither of the two, but I just can't find the proper word at the moment. "And why do you say that, why exactly?" She inquired with an intentional and rather conveniant little smirk appearing scrawled on her face at the moment. Oh, she could read through him and his expressions, and at the moment; she had a good idea that he wasn't at the point where he was completely comfortable with this at least now in comparison to how she was feeling. Rather limitless. "I think somebody's afraid of me," she remarked simply, still smirking and sticking her tongue out at him chidishly; unafraid of what he would comment or say.
"You know, you could go into defining and flattering about now about how exactly I'm good enough for you. But eh, you'd boost my ego too much, and anyway, I enjoy teasing you, as you know very well," she remarked, attempting to silence herself with perhaps a tinge of failure. Seeing as she wasn't the best sort of person when it came to kinda quieting herself. And soon she found herself climbing ontop of him, not being fond of being the one that...well, simply put, was on the bottom - perhaps she didn't like the idea of that. "What do you mean?" She inquired. "I'm going to stay put right where I am, if that's what you mean. If not, I have no idea what you're referring to." Autumn frowned at the next words that came out of his mouth, and she found herself without thinking rubbing the side of his face with the back of her hand; looking at him in anxiety. "I wouldn't think it'd be meaningless," she arched her eyebrows inquisitively at him. "What's the deal? You know, we need to stop with the words."
Clint Michaels - August 1, 2008 09:09 PM (GMT)
For the sake of me keeping interest, expect this posts size to die lots. "Flattering you only makes you worse." Sure, he'd have no problem diving into how amazing she was, but he really didn't need Miss. Vista's head getting any larger than it was and her thinking she was suddenly going to take control of everything. "I'm not fond of the idea of only having you in a physical sense." He sort of frowned, not that he was completely willing to have her in any other sense either, he was just going to get himself in a load of trouble if he kept this up. Which... was likely, because he had no intention of letting the condom in his back pocket get out of his back pocket. And no Kara, that does not mean babies! Sure, he was in no way shape or form ready to tackle the mountain that was Autumn in any other sense, and sure his penis was up for the occasion, but his heart and the angelic side of him was not. That side said, you should still be back at that club, you should've walked away from her, she's bad news and she gets your heart twisted into untwistable lumps. There was not one other person who managed to make Mr. Michaels nervous as she did, and it was a talent she used to her advantage. "Autumn." He spoke, taking hold of her wrists and twisting her off of him and onto the ground on the side of him. He didn't need to be in that close of proximity to her, it was going to make his head explode. It was easier to spill how this all was without being able to see her face. "It's odd, 'cause the whole time we were together there wasn't anything I wanted more than to be with you, and now.... I just.. can't." It would've been better if his penis was agreeing with his heart, but oh well.
Autumn Vista - August 1, 2008 09:16 PM (GMT)
"Ah, well. I can stand being a little bit worse, I don't really mind, to be honest. I know I'm not a bitch," she said simply, it was clear she didn't need somebody accusing her of being something she wasn't nor was she needy of any flattery or compliments as she knew full well that she was attractive. And stubborn, very independent, and sometimes she probably had those tendencies to act out. "Oh, there's no one that says you can't have me either way, and I know that you're clearly not interested in that so that pretty much axes both out." She said simply, her negativity pretty much overruling any optimism she had at the moment; but that was not going to permit her to tear up or get pissy...yet. No, she could have self control, and this was one of those instances when she was thankful for that.
She frowned even further, arching her eyebrows and slipping her bra and her shirt on needless to say at what he said even further. "You just let me slip out of your fingers, Mr. Michaels. It's almost like you're pushing me away, instead of allowing me to willingly skip away half heartedily," she commented simply, sitting herself up and watching him take her into control. She brought her hand up, instinctively, and her eyes hard; as if to smack him but she put it down. It was clear he was avoiding her gaze now, so she looked away to help him out. "You know, I've never had the feeling of being absolutely repulsive, ever. But congratulations, you definitely, definitely did the job." She told him hard and cold, something that Autumn was typically neither of. God, if he knew how much she wanted him at the moment...ugh. And the fact that he was being how he was made it all the more difficult not to lash out at him.
Clint Michaels - August 1, 2008 09:28 PM (GMT)
She probably actually couldn't stand being a little worse, Miss. Vista had an ego for two, and she probably prided herself on how truly amazing she was, which she was, Clint would have agreed if he wasn't so busy trying to not think about how amazing she was. "Would you stop calling me 'Mr. Michaels.'" He scoffed at it, because he knew that she was doing it to generalize him, just make him less formal, taking away the obvious first name basis they were on. He did the exact same thing, and yet... he didn't want to do that right now, he just wanted her to shut up and stop being ridiculous. "I have to push you away, because you wouldn't skip willingly, if you were skipping... we wouldn't be here right now." He told her, which was honest and truthful, she had come here with the same intentions he had, had she not? "Would you just shut up." He told her simply, rolling her eyes and then turning to his side, expecting her to lash out at that statement but then he didn't allow her to do that as quickly after, she being in a sitting position now, he sat up with her and placed his hand on the back of her neck and pulled his head towards hers, kissing her lightly, not quite as rushed or passionate as the previous kisses of the evening, but more just to show her how he felt without actually having to speak the words. He'd be much much too embarrassed to voice how he felt right now.
Autumn Vista - August 1, 2008 09:34 PM (GMT)
Autumn did have weaknesses believe it or not. It was because she didn't often allow herself to think much on the prospect of being egotistical that she had an ego in the first place, if she did think upon it, she'd almost be ashamed. And that was a feeling...that was a feeling she'd rather have, it was almost as bad as regret. "All right, Clint. Have it your way." She said simply, it wasn't like her to give up that easily but she knew a sinking ship when she saw one. And she knew that this wasn't such a lwinning or losing situation as it was a frustrating one. "I don't get it. I thought I wanted this, I wanted you as much as you did me. But God, dammit, you're the one making this more overdramatic than needbe." She found herself complaining and thinking aloud, frustrated beyond reason. It was just odd when he leaned forward, taking advantage of the moment, and kissed her on the lips; that beyond the somewhat answer to their akward silence and her above statements that were clearly contradictory of his true intentions. "Don't tell me to shut up. I have more dignity and you owe more respect to me than as such of a cow. " And God, how she wanted to push him back and fight him at the moment, but she only kissed him back and tried not to think about it.
Clint Michaels - August 1, 2008 09:41 PM (GMT)
Everyone had weaknesses, it was just getting them to admit that they had them that was the problem. Over dramatic? CLint was actually not being over dramatic, he knew what this was, and just because she refused to acknowledge that there was more to this whole evening than sex, didn't make the truth any less truthful. His lips moves against hers and then she broke off to talk. He decided to answer both of her statements at once. "I respect you more than any other person that's gotten you out of your dress. Over dramatic? Autumn, you're the one being over dramatic! I'm sorry that I actually care about you, and that when you just took off and broke my heart the tiny little fact that I loved you kind of got in the way. And that the same ridiculous little emotion is getting in the way of me ravaging you now." He took a long, deep breath, kind of shocked that he had just admitted that aloud, he had told himself when he first saw her this evening that was not going to happen, and look what he did, what an idiot. Now she was probably going to slap him or something, lovely. He would've moved to hide his face but his lips were suddenly against hers again, not sure he wanted to hear what she had to say next.
Autumn Vista - August 1, 2008 09:45 PM (GMT)
Autumn remained silent as he spoke, feeling almost ashamed of what she had said, rather stupid that she had so much ego that she couldn't even acknowledge her own overdramatics, the one semi foreplay, semi emotional conflict going on in this previous and continuing scenario. It took her a lot to say the following, but she managed to nod her head and then say, "You're right." She hated to admit to the first thing that he had said, but it was probably true and she realized it. "You're right on both accounts. I'm sorry." She managed to say, it being absolutely sincere as you could tell by the way she akwardly looked down. It was clear that she was still uncomfortable with apologies as any other person. And that was when she replayed what he had said in her head, and a bit of shock went through her system as she thought it over. "You had loved me?" She inquired, as quietly as one could possibly mustered, afraid to hear those words aloud.
Clint Michaels - August 1, 2008 09:51 PM (GMT)
Clint was at fault ninety-five percent of the time and he had the hardest time admitting defeat, but for some reason he was even more so like that when he was around Autumn. Probably because she brought out the competitive side in him, he admired that but he still didn't want her to win, and he certainly didn't want her to have too much time to think because then she'd be able to process what he had said, and that was never good. He instantly regretted making himself so vulnerable to her, she was his kryptonite and he had practically just shoved a big chunk of it through his chest. How retarded could he get? "Had, do, whatever." He scoffed, finally stopping trying to shut her up with his lips and he moved away from her gaze and looked up at the sky before turning and reaching over in the grass to grab his shirt and slid it back on over his bare chest, it was a bit chilly and he felt even more open when he was uncovered, so he was trying to hide himself in his clothing, ineffective but he was a bit retarded, we all know this.
Autumn Vista - August 1, 2008 09:55 PM (GMT)
Autumn could feel the heat rise up in her cheeks at what he had said, and pursed her lips at his scoffing remark, trying to think nothing of it. But obviously it failed, seeing as the more she thought or allowed herself to replay what exactly he had claimed and said; she believed him to be perfectly honest and upfront. Which....made her only blush with the feeling of stupidity and so much more, at the prospect of love - something that long ago and before Clint Michaels had been such a almost a foreign word to Autumn. "At least the feeling's mutual," she said simply, looking over at him as he got his shirt on, and she swore she had seen him shiver which made her reach over for his other discarded clothing. Finding it, she handed it to him, as well as her own discarded jacket.
Clint Michaels - August 1, 2008 10:04 PM (GMT)
He was being honest, he wasn't one to lie about that sort of thing, except by omission. He might have tricked a few girls in his time, but he definitely didn't use the 'l' word to try to get them out of their clothing. He had a bit of respect for that word, seeing as the one and only girl aside from Miss. Vista he had ever felt that way about was now deceased and no longer available to love. It took him a lot to actually admit to feeling that way, he wasn't the most accepting person in the world, and he definitely didn't throw the word around like some moronic teenager. "Yeah?" He asked her, not exactly sure what he was supposed to say at this point, she had just kind of admitted to feeling the same, but had she really? He wasn't sure. He took his jeans from her and struggled slightly to pull them on, standing up and then sitting back down on the grass. "You know, if you hadn't disappeared, where do you think we'd be right now?" He asked, honestly curious as to what her intentions with him had been up until her fateful disappearing act. "I mean... do you think we would've broken up anyway? Been torn apart by fate or what the fuck ever?" He wasn't really one for the serendipity mumbo jumbo.
Autumn Vista - August 1, 2008 10:08 PM (GMT)
"Let's get to know one another again. What do you say for a game of twenty questions?" She inquired, glancing up at the stars another time before looking over at him with a slight smile on her face. She hoped it was clear that she wanted to catch up on where they left off, wanted to get to know the different aspects about Clint Michaels that had been edited in their time apart. Autumn knew from the doubtful sort of sideglance he had given that he was double thinking about what she had said and questioning it. She wanted to prove her sincerity. "And, uh, by the way you should feel special. You want to know why?" She inquired, teasingly, pinching him on the cheek just teasingly and pulling away to observe. "Hm. I'd have to think on that. I...honestly don't think we would have," Autumn said quietly, looking down. "I don't believe in fate. I believe that you can control your own destiny if your will is just that strong enough."
Clint Michaels - August 1, 2008 10:16 PM (GMT)
"I think.... that might make things too complicated, Autumn. I've been trying really hard to deny having any feelings for you for a long time, and ... getting to know you again is only going to make it worse." He sort of frowned at her, how he'd give to actually let it be that simple, to just get to know her again, fall in love with her again, all in one night. And how... it'd end badly. He loved her, he did, he just didn't trust her and he had trust issues to begin with, this was just going to get more confusing if they kept trying to fix things. "You're not the easiest person to get over, Miss. Vista." He brought back the facade and decided it'd be best if they just regarded each other as they had done for a long time whilst denying each other's feelings. "Serendipity is a bunch of crap." He told her. "I'd like to think we would... but then again, i'm not really sure, my feelings for you were really strong, and you tested me, constantly, made me rethink who I was, and who I wanted to be... and I was never really sure that I was quite the person you needed." He sighed, heavily.
Autumn Vista - August 1, 2008 10:22 PM (GMT)
"Oh. I don't think things that are complicated can always end wrong, I'd like to think that sometimes, once in a while; things do work out. People can change. People can change habits, people can learn to stay instead of run," she said simply, looking at him. "I know you've changed. And I know I have in some ways, and I don't know. I'd at least like to get a glimpse of exactly what that means." Autumn said simply, knowing he'd probably protest that too, but hey, it was worth a shot, she genuinely wanted to know him again. To love him again. God, she shook her head a little bit, whipping her hair behind her shoulders. "I know you don't believe me, I know you don't trust me. But," she leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together, expecting to be pushed aside. "When I saw you in this club tonight, I knew I still loved you. I hadn't gotten over you." Autumn frowned at the words that escaped from him, and she pondered. "I think it's good for two people to be reminded of each other, to be challenged. I, too, wanted to know that you were that person and I wasn't as much testing you as I was testing myselfl - to be perfectly honest."
Clint Michaels - August 1, 2008 11:06 PM (GMT)
"Well... I'm not so sure. And I'd really like to not get re-attached to you, and then... end up in the same situation... I don't think it's wise that we're together." He told her, truthfully, it wouldn't be wise, they might have been made for each other but they definitely didn't do well when they went with that whole ideal. He was a bad boyfriend in general, despite her bringing out the best in him, and she was ... well she was Autumn. She was kind of amazing and way out of his league and despite her making him feel amazing, he doubted he deserved to feel amazing. Pessimism was taking it's course. He should really let his ego come into play right about now. "Well... apparently we're not gonna go for the easy route. Just leaving, I can drop you by your place, I'll go home and we'll avoid each other like the plague?" He suggested and then breathed heavily, he didn't want that. He hated being away from her, even if they were just friends. "Alright... so this twenty questions thing." He smiled at her, his face easing up a bit.