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Post by Kristopher Engarde on Jul 2, 2010 4:39:40 GMT -5
Kris lead Eva into his home. It was quite spacious and contained many... memories. He had brought back quite a few women and men to his home.
"Well, home sweet home." He gestured towards the rather large, dark brown, comfy looking sofa. "Have a seat. Would you like a drink?" He asked. "I'm not sure what I have but I could go check."
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Post by Eva Vance on Jul 2, 2010 20:16:26 GMT -5
"Do you have some tea?" Eva asked politely, taking in the decor. She moved through the home as if she owned the place, touching everything and examining various moving photographs and paraphernalia. Something about seeing the inside of someone's home and the contents of their lives was exciting to Eva. She loved history, especially human history, and nothing cheered her more than an old photograph of someone's parents, or a picture of someone when they were just little kids, missing their front teeth. She loved comparing the old photographs to the modern incarnation of a person and enjoyed looking at things that might tell a story of what lead that little kid to become their modern incarnations.
Satisfied that she had touched and examined everything, she flopped down on the sofa and smiled up at her gracious host.
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Post by Kristopher Engarde on Jul 27, 2010 5:57:48 GMT -5
"Okay. I'll go check." Kris said, hurrying towards the kitchen. The kitchen area was about the same size as the living room, though crowded with slightly dusty stoves and benches. Kris had rarely ever used the kitchen. Except for other things which were evident in the certain amount of dust present in certain areas. He checked the cupboards for any signs of teabags. He found a few in a dust covered jar in his oven (How'd it get there?) and his tin of sugar in the fridge (Weird). He boiled some water in the kettle, which was surprisingly clean. The mugs were hidden behind the toaster and he rinsed them out first before placing the tea into them.
He went back into the living room, carrying the two mugs on top of a tray. He placed the tray on top of the coffee table and handed Eva her mug. "Sorry that took a while. I forgot where I placed everything." 'More like where my last visitor placed them.' He kissed her gently on the mouth, enjoying the sweetness of her lips. He couldn't help but kiss her again, taking a bit longer. He pulled away before he lost it, letting them both finish the tea first.
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Post by Eva Vance on Jul 30, 2010 22:38:06 GMT -5
Eva finished her tea and then stood up as soon as she noticed that Kris was done. Not generally one to beat around the bush, she simply straddled his lap, holding his face between her hands as she leaned down and kissed him. As the kiss deepened, she allowed one of her hands to stray into his hair and the other to reach down to grab at the waistline of his jeans.
She broke the kiss for a moment but didn't move her face from his, allowing her words to ghost over his lips. "I'm not one for small talk. Why don't we just get down to business?" Her voice was sultry and suggestive. She had always been a straightforward person, and she wasn't about to hide exactly what she wanted.
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