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dyann london carroll
 Posted: Jan 6 2013, 12:47 AM
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"I'm sorry you can't come with me Darling." "Hollis, please don't look at me like that! It's for wor- Cheshire no! Give me back my shoes! I need those!" "Where's my pho-? Hollis!" "Cheshire, please! I need to go now!" "I'll bring you back food. Yes. Promise. Seared tuna, just how you like it."

After a dozen little kisses, long and short and pinky swears about bringing him home food, Hollis had finally let her leave the flat to make it to her dinner with her editor. It had been a couple months, at least before Halloween, since they last met and Dyann needed to run some ideas by her. One of them involving Hollis being her new illustrator. No one she knew could capture the ideas, well- they were actual memories, she had about Wonderland. About the world she had ran rampant through and barely made it out with her head still attached. Hollis, however, could barely pay attention to what she was saying and was able to paint a picture that took her breath away. It only made sense to her to get him the job. The sales would go through the roof, and it would give him a chance to earn money without having to fret over undercutting bosses. He wouldn't tell her why he wanted money so badly, she made sure he had everything he could ever want. Without a fuss though, she let him go off in search of a job- which he did get, even if she didn't approve of the entire worlds eyes being fixed upon his slender frame. It made her cheeks boil just thinking about it.

As she sat in the back of the cab, she let her mind wander on all the questions she had, and the answers she would have for her editor. She had pretty much avoided her after running into Hollis, because so much had happened so fast. Truth be told, she was still worn out from Halloween. Here it was the beginning of January and she was still heavily affected by the events that had taken place this past October. When you live three years of your life in a lie, only to have them all confirmed in the events of one night, it takes a lot to get over. Not to mention the budding relationship her and Hollis were entwining themselves in. Resting her forehead against the cool glass of the cab, she sighed softly as memories of the two of them in Wonderland flitted through her head.

He was the only one who took the effort to help her- even if it was in his own twisted way. Chock-full of riddles and rhymes, he had guided her through Wonderland in her search for the elusive White Rabbit. To this day she was still dreadfully curious as to what he was late for. Why would something so innocent want to work for the dreadful Queen of Hearts? A shudder ran up her spine as she thought of the Red Queen. She was a right mess, that woman. Sending people to their beheading all because they didn't agree with her. Placing a hand upon her throat, Dyann found the necklace Hollis had given her. That was another question that ate away at the back of her mind: If he was only trying to help her, why did he send her to the Queen? Surely there had to be another way for her to get out without going through her Rose Garden Maze and playing a rather off-balanced game of croquet, which ended with her almost losing her head. Honestly, if it hadn't been for the King of Hearts trying to be a fair ruler, she would not have made it home.

Pushing the questions to the back of her mind, she came back to her own world when the cab stopped and the cabby spoke the total. Paying for the tab, she slipped out of the cab and made her way into the little restaurant and gave her name at the waiting desk. "Carroll.," she spoke clearly, with just a hint of her accent playing with the name. When the young woman behind the desk stared at her with an open-mouthed expression, Dyann waved her hand and gave a small laugh. "Oh no, I know what you're thinking. I am not related to this 'Lewis Carroll' fellow everyone thinks." She was rather curious about this Carroll who knew of her adventures. Could the Portal have been opened for that long? But how would he have been able to find her? There wasn't anyone following her when she was there. At least- none that she was aware of.

Once her name was cleared she was escorted to the small little circular table that already had a bottle of champagne sitting in the little ice bucket. It was still empty. Clicking her tongue against the back of her teeth as she was seated, she pulled out her phone and looked at the time. No, she wasn't early. Because of Hollis' little game of hide-and-seek for her heels, she was ten minutes late. Apparently her editor was running late as well, and had called to keep the reservation on the table. Jumping a bit at the sound of the bottle being opened, Dyann looked up at the waiter, who was grinning as he poured her a glass. She gave him an unimpressed look as she took the glass from his hand. Taking a sip, she couldn't help but give a small giggle at the way the bubbles tickled her nose- but she composed herself. She wasn't with Hollis at the moment- she needed to act like an adult, not like the 7 year old girl she always acted like when she wasn't in public.

"I'll take the Shrimp Scampi, with a side salad- honey vinaigrette drizzle, please." She handed the young man the menu and as he started to walk away, she beckoned him back. "Also, I'd like two large pieces of seared tuna, with no crust. Just barely warm, if you'd please. I'll take it last, when I'm on my way out, if you wouldn't mind." She smiled up at him and sent him on his way, taking another sip from her glass and smiling at the tickle. There were so many ideas she had, wherever in the world was her Editor? Glancing at her phone, she wrinkled her nose. It had been twenty minutes. This wasn't like her, not at all. So there was a bit of worry in her voice as she dialed the number and held her phone to her ear. It rang, and rang, before her answering machine finally picked up. "Yes, hello? Hi! It's um, it's Dyann. We had reservations tonight, and had some business to discuss. So, if you're running late, or aren't able to make it, please give me a call." Sighing heavily as she hung up, she went to take another sip from her glass when she noticed it was empty. Oh, apparently she was thirstier than she thought?

She was about to pour herself another glass when the waiter brought out her salad, and she gave a small blush when he commented on such a pretty girl dining by herself. "She's just running a little late. She should be here soon. Oh- thank you." Nodding to him as he refilled her glass. After he walked away, she looked down at her salad and was surprised at how hungry she really was. Unfolding her napkin and placing it in her lap, she took her fork and stabbed at a tomato, and relaxed greatly as the acid of the small thing mixed so pleasantly well with the honey vinaigrette. It was a small party in her mouth, and she was saddened that Hollis wasn't here to enjoy it with her. With the fork still resting upon her lips, she sighed softly to herself. She couldn't take Hollis to a place like this, he would be dreadfully uncomfortable. There was also the fact that she didn't think she could handle him being in a suit for long. A grin played across her lips as she thought about the suit he wore to his interview the other day. The heat from her blush colored her cheeks, and she took another sip of her champagne to keep herself from thinking too long on Hollis is a suit.

The tablecloth shifted a bit, and she looked up, expecting to see her Editor when she was shocked. There was a tall, dark, and handsome man sitting across from her. The blush flooded her cheeks again as she licks at her lips softly to find the courage to speak. "O-oh. Um. That seat's taken Sir. It-it's for my Editor. She should be here, any minute." Oh God what was she going to do? She didn't want to make a scene, but she also didn't want this dark-haired stranger staying. Never before had she been glad that Hollis had stayed home. He would've clung to her and hissed at the gentleman. That would have been something to explain- a hissing date.

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 Posted: Jan 6 2013, 09:17 PM
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The woman smelled of some high dollar perfume that Hexxus couldn't name and her pencil skirt was as restricting as it was to slide his hands underneath. She wasn't used to this kind of attention he could tell. Something about the way a woman shuddered at certain touches or the noises that her mouth whimpered over the gloss of her red lipstick was as dead a giveaway as anything else. Women that were strictly business were typically just like this one here. This woman that felt Hex's mouth at her neck, his hands on her thighs, and his chest pressed into hers as he pinned her against the back of his car.

His driver was used to Hex's orders to slide up right beside a woman very distracted with her phone and watch as they opened the door and sit down - only to realize that this was not in fact a taxi. But before they could protest Hex would turn on the charm, offer then a ride anyway - smile at their mistake. Some fled right away, others weren't so quick to leave. And it was those women that gladly took the ride that Hex decided to give a whole other ride entirely. Hence the way his teeth were tugged at her bra strap now, venturing down her pale throat as she moaned for him. His hands tugging at the sides of her panties with full intent to pull them off of her entirely.

But he stopped. She gasped, startled, as her phone rang and rang and she was not at any angle to get the phone that was buzzing helplessly in the floorboards of the car. Hex smirked as he let go of the strap between his teeth and heard her yelp of surprise as his lips ran along her cheek - all the while the poor dear murmuring about taking that call. That she was late. That she needed to go. But Hex was having none of that.

Hex's hands heated up and burned the thin part of her underwear that was only moments ago resting safely at her hips - and he burned through those two parts. Making the fabric fall away and her murmuring stopped. Her eyes wide and her shocked face looking at him completely confused and if not a little scared. She of course couldn't see the burn along her underwear or see underneath her skirt just what he did. But she surely felt the heat. And she of course felt the fabric fall away helplessly. And he grinned down at her, kissing her roughly before telling her a simple string of commands.

"I will go to whatever appointment you have. Tell them you are quite preoccupied. And you are going to tell my driver where to take you home. And I will pick you up afterwards
...do you understand?"

She flushed her cheeks a brilliant shade of red in shame because Hex guessed this is exactly what she wanted. She nodded much to his delight and then he grinned. He kissed her with a growl and scratched down her thighs, relishing the yelp of pain he felt along his lips.

Easy mark, Hex thought with a little laugh as he stood outside the restaurant having cleaned his face from the woman's obnoxious lipstick. He had listened to Dyann's message once in the car and held the phone up now to his ear as he listened to her voice again. Memorizing it and looking through the windows of the restaurant as his eyes found the only girl sitting alone. Yes. Her.

And he waltzed right in apologizing for being so late for the party 'Caroll' - he had known the girl's full name from the contact information in the phone - and the hostess was glad to take him right to Dyann's table. He watched as she was completely unaware of his presence and he silently nodded a thanks to the hostess and returned a glare to the waiter that was eyeing Dyann from around the corner. Hex watched the man look at Hexxus disapprovingly and Hex nearly gave himself away with a hiss of disapproval. They would need another spot with a less enamored waiter. That was certain.

So he sat down after forgetting the little love-struck waiter and his eyes were now all over Dyann. He watched with the blankest and least dastardly expression that he could manage. And then she noticed him and he offered a small smile as she stammered about how that seat was taken, that he needed to leave. Oh no Dyann dear, I haven't even begun to have my fun yet.

"She won't be here at all...actually," He said as he stood from his seat and he held out his hand with an apologetic smile - wanting to lead her to a far off room that was reserved for special parties or private affairs. Hex hoped it was the latter and that they would be left completely alone. Thankfully he had a couple of hundreds to offer the woman that was looking after the private area of the restaurant, likely not expecting any customers. Hex flashed her a smile as he led Dyann into a new seat with much dimmer lights and a lot less eyes to see them. Much better. Much better indeed.

He let the girl's hand go and he let her sit down, his head cocking to the side as he realized she was a little flush, her eyes were distant, and her walking was a bit sloppy. She was a little drunk it seemed. Maybe the beginnings of it. Who knew. Hex wasn't a fan of getting women drunk and then making them submit to him. Too messy. And he liked getting them when their mind was in fact on point and not clouded with drink. But still - he would make due. So he smiled at her and took a seat next to her. Between her and the wall. The new waitress brought her food to her and Hex waved her away when she asked if he was hungry. He was. Just...not for food.

"It's a pity someone as lovely as you had to sit alone," and his eyes wandered over her body slowly and intentionally so that she could see him. And then once his eyes met hers he looked away with a dashing smile that would show he was partially embarrassed. Well, he would have her think so, anyway.

"Forgive me. I am new to the company and you just...you have me quite taken I am afraid. I should try to keep this as professional as possible shouldn't I?" and he peered back at her under brows that were risen like he was slightly worried. But again his eyes found that cleavage of hers and he took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair and scooted away from her - giving her some space. He let the heat under his skin flush his cheeks in the mimic of a blush and he gave a nervous laugh.

"She just...didn't tell me you were so breath-taking.
That's all."



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 Posted: Jan 6 2013, 10:33 PM
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This man sitting across from her claimed to be the replacement for her Editor. That she was feeling ill and wouldn't be joining Dyann tonight. Wrinkling her nose in dissatisfaction, she took a larger sip from her glass than she had intended to. Surely this wouldn't do. Pondering on what to do, she took another bite of her salad. She should get Hollis' tuna, and go home. Set it for another date- that's what she should do. Yes. Patting the corners of her mouth with her napkin, she sat it upon the table and was shocked to see he had moved so fast to be by her side, his hand extended as he offered them a more private location. He mentioned something about not wanting to let any valuable details of her ideas leak out to public ears. Well that was funny, know one even knew she was the writer.

Against her better judgement, she took the gentleman's hand and as she staggered getting up, cursing the champagne for tickling her nose so much. Grabbing her purse, she followed him towards the back- where parties and other private events went about. Turning her head, she saw her waiter shaking his head and giving her pleading eyes to not follow the man into the room. Giving him a confused look, she wondered why he would ever think that. This was just a business discussion. Not a date or a dinner for a happy couple. Her date was at home, working up some more sketches and hopefully painting a portfolio up. Wonder what Hollis was up to make her worry about his tuna. He really did like it a certain way. Hopefully they didn't mess it up.

The lighting in the dining area was dim, and she had to squint to adjust to the difference in light. It was beautiful, to say the least. Everything was done up in an old Victorian decor, and Dyann fell in love with it. Maybe she would have some of the light fixtures installed in the flat. Oh- but would that lighting work for Hollis? Why was he creeping at the back of her mind so much tonight? He would be okay. She would only be gone for a couple hours, and she was bringing him home tuna. Hopefully a job, as well. Or at least a better chance at one. Modeling- ha. He was good looking, there was no denying that; but he spirit and personality wasn't right for it. He enjoyed painting, and he was able to do it in that grey sweater that was two sizes to big for him at home- where she could crawl over to him and nip at his neck. She giggled softly at the thought. Maybe she would do that tonight: nuzzle his neck and give it a playful nip as she handed him his food.

Her replacement Editor for the night had let her hand go and pulled out the chair for her. How gentlemanly. You don't see many of them around here anymore. Taking her sit, she smiled up at him and tucked some hair behind her ear. "Oh, thank you. That's very kind of you." Adjusting her legs under her, she sat her purse by the leg of the table and smiled happily at the two glasses of water that were waiting for them. Water. Yes, she needed water to counter that blasted champagne. As she went to reach for it, her attention was distracted by his deep, smooth voice. Turning to look at him, he looked almost nervous. "A-alone? Oh! Yes. Well, you see, I wasn't sitting there for very long, and it is just- oh, I do hope she's feeling alright." She twirled a bit of her hair in her fingers, looking up at him and staring into his eyes. Why did he look so embarrassed? "Did-did she say what was wrong with her? Will she be okay?"

He answered her question with an apology. "Oh, that's quiet alright, I do suppose." She was about to continue, when he threw a compliment out at her. What was this? Why was she getting compliments? This was suppose to be business orientated. Tilting her head a bit, she watched him. He was checking her out! She straightened her lips and stared at him, feeling the blush rise to give her exposed flesh a pinkish tint. As he ran a hand through his slicked back hair, she nodded as he scooted away, turning her attention towards her pasta. "I do apologize, but this was suppose to be dinner with business talk." Stabbing a large shrimp with her fork, to popped it into her mouth and exhaled deeply at the rich butter taste. She would have to order some of this for Hollis next time he wanted seafood.

"....didn't tell me you were so breath-taking...." What even?! Sitting her fork down she turned to look at him. "Pardon me? I-I do think that is a bit out of line." Oh wow. Look at her go. Who would have thought a couple glasses of champagne would give her such a backbone. "Now, if you will excuse me, there is some important things that need to be taken care of." Her ears rang with the muddled mix of her American tongue and her English history. She really should give one of them up and stick with one accent. "Since my Editor isn't here, I can't really go into a large amount of detail, seeing as it's in my contract. But I do have an offer." She took another bite from her plate and shown crimson as a noodle broke off and landed on her collarbone. Smooth Dyann, real smooth. Hurrying to wipe it away, she felt his eyes upon her. If she had known a man was coming, she would've worn something different. Bloody hell. "S-sorry." There went whatever cool she had.

"But yes. I-I require a new illustrator. You see, the current one just isn't seeing my visions the way, I'm seeing them." She swallowed back a bit of fear, or was that the calling of the champagne? Either way, she carried on. "Hollis Braith, is his name. And he is simply fantastic. If at all possible, I want him to be my new illustrator." She nodded firmly at him, some of her hair flowing down over her shoulder. If she couldn't talk about her plans for an upcoming book, she was certainly going to at least get Hollis' name out there. It was her turn to same him. "Oh, forgive me. I never offered you my name. Dyann, Dyann Carroll." She held out her hand politely. "And may I ask who you are Sir?"

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 Posted: Jan 6 2013, 11:17 PM
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She didn't seem to be sold on his embarrassed-and-love-struck act. So he would have to pull the apology card and so when he looked over to see that she had dropped a bit of sauce on her collarbone. His brows were raised in mock surprise and he scooted back to her, lifting his napkin to dab at her skin. His eyes careful and concentrated on that spot and his cheeks still warm from when he faked a blush earlier. His fingers were feather-light as he moved her hair along her cheek and out of his way, barely touching her skin but all too certain that it would make her shiver all the same. And his napkin was delicate at her collarbone, his eyes blinking like he was having trouble concentrating as his eyes found hers again.

He lingered there, close to her, for a moment and he pulled both his hands away before re-assuming his place at the table. He lowered his gaze as she chided him for not being professional and his gaze moved over to hers again and his expression was far from readable. He was a blank slate as he spoke, the only inflection being whatever he wanted to stress to her. The only waiver being a hint of glossiness to his eyes as he spoke to her from his place diagonal to her, close enough to reach out and touch her but both of his hands firmly in place atop the table.

"I must apologize for my complimenting you so profusely. I just...It's quite hard to remain professional with someone with a mind as creative as yours. And a frame so stunning to look at," as he said this he looked down to the table again - trying to be as polite as possible. Or...appear that way.

"I know this is all so out of line and if you wish me to never speak to you again I will only ever call your editor to you once she is better. But Dyann," he looked up again, the blush fading from his cheeks - "You must appreciate those in this world that speak truths. You must understand the benefit of knowing a man who would not slight you or speak in riddles. I have only ever wished to speak my mind as straight-forward as I can. And so when I say that you...you are a truly remarkable woman that unraveled me as I walked in and made me stumble over my professional intentions, then you must know it's a truth."

This girl was truly here to speak business. Some Hollis character that she was going on and one about before Hex's long apology of sorts and it got the wheels in Hex's mind reeling. Hollis Braith. If he was the only one on her mind then he was obviously someone that needed to be undone as well. Especially if Hex left this dinner empty handed. Only a simple kiss from an unsuspecting girl was all he needed. Then he could spin lie after vicious lie if he wished. And as her hair fell along her shoulder his hand was delicate again as it reached up and moved it back to it's proper place - trailing along her smooth skin as he parted his lips like it was harder to breath. His eyes wandering to her lips.

"I really do apologize...and if you wish me gone just speak the words. I...the last thing I want to do is upset you," he said this and his thumb trailed along her cheek with his eyes mirroring a worried and concerned expression. To anyone looking in, though none were, it would appear as if he was concerned for her feelings. That his touch was one that a person might give someone they were worried they had hurt. And he was sure to make sure his gaze found her eyes again. Peering into them and wondering just what she was thinking. Wouldn't that be a nice gift. Where was Doris when you needed her?



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 Posted: Jan 7 2013, 01:45 AM
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Her eyes widened as he had the nerve to wipe the spot on her collarbone where the noodle had just been. She was in shock as he stayed there, trying to hard to not meet eyes with her. His fingers had caressed her cheek, brushing hair back from her face. The motion was simple, and she shuddered against her will at his touch, giving the smallest of gasps. This was not proper work etiquette! He was crossing every boundary that there was to cross! When she got home after this ordeal, she was going to call and complain. If she was so sick she should have just called and they could have rescheduled.

As she spoke her concerns, he just sat there- staring at her with what she assumed was longing in his eyes. It was hard to tell, for they were dark and glossy- just as Hollis' use to be. He sat there quietly, hands upon the table, and nodded when he was suppose to without saying a word. Now if he had only done that from the beginning, this would have gone a lot smoother. She wouldn't be feeling uncomfortable, and they could be eating and then going about their merry way. But there he went again, playing the shy card as he had been earlier, and apologizing for his actions. "Well- I certainly hope you are sorry! I don't even-," he caught her off guard when he threw the compliment about her having a creative mind. Looking at him with her lips parted, she felt her hand raise to her chest when he mentioned her frame.

Turning in her seat to get a closer look at him and tossing her napkin down on top of her plate, her appetite long gone. As she went to open her mouth, he started speaking. Oh she was going to call her editor alright. She was going to give her a large piece of her mind. Sending someone unprofessional to something this important. Sitting there with her arms crossed, she felt her breathing hitch as he mentioned speaking in riddles. She was accustomed to deciphering riddles. That was how her Hollis spoke, and she wouldn't know him any other way. He surely couldn't know about her Hollis. Never. Tonight was the first she had mentioned his name to her employers. So no- they simply couldn't know. Maybe he was just trying to be poetic.

Before she could respond, he was leaning forwards again, brushing her hair back from her neck. His eyes were fixated on her, and she flushed darker- her breathing picking pace. Why was he so intent on flirting with her? [b]"You keep apologizing, but you never seem to keep-" There he went again! Oxygen was lacking from her brain and she couldn't help but stare at him. He was caressing her bloody cheek! He was looking like a hurt puppy, and for that instant, Dyann let her guard down. She reached up and took his hand into hers and patted it gently. "Th-that's very kind of you. I-It really is. But, you see..." She placed his hand upon the table and brushed off her skirt, crossing her ankles under her. "Y-you just need to focus your mind on your work right now."

She licked at her lower lip and leaned in, reaching for the glass of water. Her mouth was drying out faster than she wanted, and once again, she cursed the champagne. As she was lifting it over the plate, the condensation from the glass caused it to slip from her fingers, and before she could fully tell what was going on, the water glass had tipped and spilled over. Giving a startled cry at how cold the water in her lap was, she jumped up and stumbled, unable to uncross her legs fast enough. She gripped a hold of the table and just barely managed to catch herself. Sighing heavily, she felt warmth under her right arm. She hand landed with her arm gripping his leg, resting in his lap. Oh goodness. She blushed a red so deep the Queen of Hearts would have been jealous, she quickly lifted herself back to her feet.

Picking up her soaked through napkin between her fingers, she groaned loudly and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Oh, I swear!" She looked down at him, her face still on fire from her blush, and gave an apologetic smile. "S-sorry. I.. I didn't mean to put my hand there."

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 Posted: Jan 12 2013, 09:24 PM
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Hex was never one to call a woman complicated or difficult to read. But this Dyann character, she really was giving him a pain with all of her propriety and her not responding to his advances. It was quite frustrating but he sat there with his head lowered as she mentioned that he needed to focus, keeping a shamed look on his face as she patted his hand. He recoiled it slowly like it was pain to even leave the orbit of her touch. And internally Hexxus was spitting with anger. He would have her. He didn't start a game only to never gain an advance, he was simply going to have to up the ante. He let his gaze move over to her as she reached for her glass and it was a simple eyebrow that raised on his features as she made quite the mess. Landing on the ground with her dress soaked and a hand along his lap.

For a moment he didn't react because he knew if he offered any fake emotion at all that his true glee of the whole affair would be plain as day on his face. But after a second or two, that desire to cackle at her passed and he was wide eyed with concern and reaching out to help her. Making sure she was upright in her chair and his hands lingering on her bare arms, his hand moving to slip a strand of her hair behind her ear as he gave her a dashing and charming smile.

"You are quite lovely when you blush," and he let his touch, his smile, and his eyes linger on her for a moment past what was deemed proper. He knew she could likely push him away and chide him again that he needed to keep his distance. But this was all too un-amusing a game to him. If he recoiled now and made himself a gentleman figure more shamed and embarrassed than she was, then this would go nowhere. So he stayed there with his hand that was along her arm falling in a feather-light fingertip touch down until it caught her hand and he let his knuckles graze her palm. Innocent enough but his face was now watching the other hand, playing in her hair in a tender motion.

"There is no need to apologize...I am quite okay," he said with soft words almost like he was whispering an intimate secret to a lover. Hopefully she would look at him with something other than scorn. He certainly hoped so. Because his next move would have been straight for the door. He would find a more willing and less prudish victim. If he had to let the drink sink in before he was going to get an ounce of cooperation from the little blonde with all manner of snappy remarks and glaring judgement, then he would gladly leave her be and settle for ruining her life in other ways simply because she spited him.

Wouldn't be the first time.

His hand actually linked their fingers together so that he was essentially holding her hand. His chest and face still far enough away that he could, if he had to, play it off like he was just dying to be a friend to her. The other hand made it's way to under her chin, a finger lifting her chin so that they were parallel in their faces now. Still he was far enough away that it would be simply curious fascination and not anything predatory...but he also watched her features as he turned her face every so gently one and and another before letting her chin rest there facing him - at the all too perfect angle to lean in and kiss her.

His next words were coupled with a slight brush of his thumb along her tiny hand that was held in his own, his voice drifting out like a scared whisper that he hoped came across as if he was quite concerned for her.

"I am just wondering if you are okay?...Are you alright?"



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His touch was warm, and she was far too embarrassed to shrug it off. Bringing her eyes up to meet his, she noticed his smile first. It seemed genuine, true. Like he felt bad for not being able to prevent her skirt getting soaked and her stockings sticking to her thighs. As if he could read her mind, his hand tucked some stray hair from her eyes and behind her ear. She was just about to do that. Her mind was reeling, and she really wasn't sure what to do at this point. Stay and try to finish business, or bid him a farewell and take Hollis his tuna and curl up on the couch with a hot cup of tea?

The compliment that trailed from his lips to caress her ear made her darken even more. What was she to do? Oh, cursed water- you were suppose to clear her mind, not make it scramble even more. She hesitantly licked her slightly parted lips as his hand lingered upon her cheek. Her breathing had picked up, and she swallowed to distract herself from what was really going on. Why was this happening? Hadn't a friend told her that once she found a person to call her own, everyone else would back down? It had seemed to work in the opposite direction for the girl who fell down the Rabbit Hole. Everyone must have known that she was claimed and was flocking to her to try and take her from him.

She was trying to work up the courage to ask him to stop. That she wasn't interested, and that she just really wanted to go home and curl up next to her Hollis. He was far, far too close for her liking; but she was too stunned to say anything. He brushed his hand against hers as it trailed down her arm, and she felt the shiver course through her other arm. She couldn't let him know that it had effected her, goodness no. He voice was so soft, so husky, so polite despite everything that was going on. The wheels in her head were locked in place, and she couldn't form a proper thought as his hand started to play with her hair. The touch was simple, concerned. She had just fallen into his lap because of her clumsiness, but why was he playing with her hair?

Staring into his face, she searched his face for any trace of victory- or any plans that he might be trying to work into motion. There was nothing of the sort there. It was nothing but concern, even in those dark eyes of his. They almost had a puppy dog hint to them. What was his game? Why was he so intent on being close to her? These really were the reasons she worked with women in the business world. Most men, apparently like this fellow, felt that they needed to charm their women co-workers all the time.

As his fingers wrapped around hers, she froze in place. He was holding her hand, but staying a distance away. Her eyes were wide, against her better judgement, and her heart stopped breathing. This was becoming ridiculous! Work brain, work! You have a Hollis waiting for tuna at home. A Hollis who will cuddle up against you and ask for pettings and steal honey kisses from your lips under you drift to sleep under the pile of covers on the large bed. Try as she might, nothing was happening. Whatever this man had done to her, she was frozen in place. She was blaming her curiosity more so than the man. He had made it plain as day that if she had an issue, she could just walk out and he would talk to her editor.

But she wasn't moving. He took the opportunity to lift her slightly turned down head to examine her face. Turning it to the left. To the right. He was obviously checking for any signs of damage, right? Even though she was positive that she hadn't hit anything on the way down. She had just missed him by a few inches when she fell, he was just making sure she was okay. Adverting her eyes from his gaze, she scolded herself for letting herself get carried away. He was just being a gentleman, after all of the things he did before.

Trying to answer his question, her reply came out as a stutter as he gently stroke his thumb along her hand. He was still holding her hand? Oh goodness. Flicking her tongue against her teeth, she tried to steel herself. "Y-yes. Yes. I just.. um.. while you see... uh..." She licked her lips again and she looked back up into his eyes. Why was this so hard? Yes, he was handsome. Yes, he was being polite. No, she wasn't available. One, he worked for her- it was against all the rules. Two, she was committed to Hollis. Even if things had moved a little fast as everything led up to their kiss on New Years, what followed was honest. She was his, and he hers.

She shut her eyes and swallowed once more, before snapping them open to look him straight in the eyes. "I am fine, thank you. I just... had a bit too much to drink, apparently. I-if anything, it's my fault." There, she said it. Was it really that hard to function properly brain? She was nervous beyond all belief, and it played across her face, she just knew it. Biting her lip, she felt the hand he was holding twitch in his, making her thumb brush against his hand. Oh no- he would get the wrong idea. Especially with the way the events had unfolded so far. Trying to play it cool, she stood there, her hand still in his, and she looked up at him like nothing had happened. Surely he couldn't have felt the shiver that ran down her spine.

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Watching her resist, watching her try and hold back - it was like letting a bittersweet truffle melt in his mouth. He held back his grin of utter delight at watching her stutter and blame herself for the whole thing. He turned on the charm again and he let his eyes show that overwhelming concern again as he ran a hand through her hair and he leaned in further down almost until his lips were upon hers. But they were in a haze now, they were both lost in that moment and his skin was heating up slowly but surely as he made his eyes go all dreamy for her, his lashes heavy and his breath a sigh upon her skin.

"You don't ever need to apologize...for anything," he was feeling that hand laced between her fingers unhook itself from her hand and linger with fingertips along her sides. Feeling the fabric of her outfit as his mouth moved only a fraction closer, letting a tiny brush linger like the smallest tickle along her bottom lip.

"I want you to do anything and everything without a single apology," his voice as quiet. Close. Intimate. His eyes were dark and moving from her eyes along the curve of her cheek, lingering on the curve of her jaw before falling to those pouty lips of hers. She was fragile now, lingering just on the edge of that cliff where desire and logic were doing a fiery tango. He always waited for people to throw themselves on either side so he could strike with ferocity.

If she had melded into his mouth with a sigh of giving up, he would have taken full advantage and been ferocious with his grabbing at her skin and the smooth removing of her clothing until they were tangled and utterly drowning in that moment.

If she had decided to run away from him and let logic win after all, he would have grabbed her wrist in a vice grip and hissed that she wasn't to be going anywhere after being such a rude little imp and treating him so poorly. That she needed to kiss and make up.

Either way she went Hex was well armed for either reaction. But right now his hand was pressing more into her side, letting his touch be felt with more intensity through the fabric of her dress. The hand at her hair was now running along her neck and he took in a deep breath like he was really holding back from kissing her full on the mouth, still playing the role of the gentleman.

That was a fucking joke. He would fuck her against this wall or on the tablecloth until she was panting and screaming if he could. A gentleman was something he was certainly not.

"I want you to do anything you like," he let out his breath and his lips were running along the skin at the corner of her mouth as his arm looped around her side and pressed against her back until she was chest to chest with him and he was letting his skin warm her own.

"...I want you to taste of freedom," and as he said this he kissed her tenderly once. Letting his lips find her own and his hands still light on her frame. But then he kissed her again, longer. Letting his lips linger on her own before his hands grasped at her desperately, holding her like she was precious thing he needed this very moment. And then his kiss deepened and he leaned into her, pulling her face up to meet his as their kiss gained a passion and his tongue ran along her bottom lip with a fever like she has possibly never known.

He sighed into her mouth and let his tongue taste the champagne along the inside of her mouth. Tasting the alcohol and feeling the warmth of her cheeks as they still hummed with that blush from the liquor. Her mind was likely fuzzy and the spell of his words and his tender caress and his caring whisper laced with concern were all tendrils holding her to him. Urging her to let go, sink into this moment, fall down the rabbit hole.



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Scolding her. He was gently scolding her for apologizing for making a mess and almost falling into his lap. She was finally able to make a reply, when everything was shut out from her mind as he caressed her hair. His face was mere inches from hers. His breath caressing her lips. Her heart betrayed her and sped up, making her chest rise and fall faster than it was previously doing. He freed her hand, but kept his close to hers. Boundaries.... he was breaking boundaries.

Standing there, face to face with this man, it felt like an eternity before something happened. She was transfixed on his eyes- watching how they danced between concern and what she could only guess was desire. While her mind tried to send SOS signals to the vital parts of her body, nothing responded. She was in such a haze- so clouded in the moment, nothing would work like it should. Everything was betraying her.

Gasping softly as he placed his hand upon her waist, letting her know that he was most definitely still here. Her shoulders tensed as the hand that was caressing her hair teasingly made it's way to the back of her neck. Her eyes were darting from his dark pools, to his lips- so dangerously close to hers, to his chest, off to the side to see if anyone would come to her rescue, back to his face. She was starting to get dizzy with how fast they were reeling. Shutting them tightly, she swayed a bit. She was actually grateful that he had a hold of her- at least she wouldn't fall again.

Eyelids snapping open, she stared at him. Do anything you like....? What was he going on about? She didn't even have the time to process the situation before his arm snaked around her waist and she was pressed against his ever heating body. His lips caressed the corner of her mouth and she felt butterflies in her stomach. She froze in fear. He couldn't- wouldn't! No, she wasn't his for the taking, didn't he know that? She belonged to the Cheshire Cat. To Hollis! It was as plain as the bottle necklace around her neck. It was still there, wasn't it?

Reaching her hand up, she felt the chain along her bare collarbone; followed it down to her chest. Pulling it out of it's hiding place, she stroked it tenderly with her thumb, wrapping her fingers around it. This is what made her Hollis'- not this man. She parted her lips to protest- to let him know that this was going to far. That she had found her courage and that she needed to leave. No more than she parted her lips, his were upon them. Wristwatches and pocket watches went off in her head, filling her skull with the shrill brrrinnnnnggggggg of the bells going off. Oh no.....

It felt like the ground had fallen out from under her, and in a panicked state, she wrapped an arm around him to keep herself from falling. This wasn't what was suppose to happen! He must have mistaken it for her wanting more, because he was right back at her mouth. They were gentle kisses, but they were becoming more heated the longer his lips were to hers. He wanted her- and she just wanted to leave! What would Hollis think? He would be angry- hurt even! But it isn't my fault! She was jerked closer to him, chest pressed against his. Freeing the little bottle from her hand, she placed it upon his arm as he lifted her head to better fit against his. No! Nonono! Why couldn't he understand she didn't want this?

Maybe because her body was betraying her. Maybe it was due to the shiver she pressed against him as his tongue caressed her lower lip. She felt fire coming from him, but it was nothing like the fire Hollis left upon her skin. Nothing like the night they spent tangled together on New Years. This felt alien to her- it felt so wrong. Damn her body and not listening! She inhaled his scent deeply when his mouth opened up and his tongue came in to explore hers. His tongue burned, and she winced as it took it's claim. Her heart-rate soared through the roof, as if it had taken a bite of that eluding mushroom that caused her to rise up past the trees to view all of Wonderland. Her mind was in a state of shock, while her body acted upon itself.

She shifted her weight on her feet, trying to let herself know that they were still there. They brushed against his legs and the fire that radiated from him was too hot. It felt like he had burned her, and she gave a small cry into his lips. This wasn't right! Please, please Sir! Just let me go!" The Alice that was standing in her subconscious cried out to him, pleading for him to let her go. It was the Alice Hollis had fallen for- all dressed in blue. She looked so innocent, so upset. She stomped her feet and put her hands on her hips. He can't hear you; no matter how loud you scream and stomp about. Again, the small child Alice flailed her arms at the scene that was unfolding before her.

Her eyes burned, and she shut them tightly to keep the tears that were forming from running down her cheek. This would destroy Hollis- destroy what she had only just gotten. The happiness that was pulling her back from the dark recess of her mind. For the first time in three years, she was truly feeling like herself. Like the little girl she had been before all of this Darkness had torn everything she had come to know and love apart. This man, the editor that was sent in place of her traditional one, was destroying something so precious to her. Something she held so dear to her.

Hollis couldn't find out. He just couldn't. She saw the Alice in her head fall to her knees at the thought of the Cheshire Cat. Her face buried in her hands as she wept. Dyann swore that if she could, she would keep this tucked away. The reality of it, however, was impossible. She knew he would find out. She would come home and reek of this man- the destroyer of Her Happiness. She knew he had a nose better than her, for he could tell what body wash she used without being beside her. He would know, and it didn't matter how hard or long she scrubbed at herself, she knew that Hollis would know.

The realization shook her to the core and she tightened her grip on this man. She would surely fall to the floor if she didn't. He would take it the wrong way, just as he had taken her stutters and blushes the wrong way. With her eyes shut tightly, she felt the happiness she was finally becoming accustomed to shatter. Shatter into a thousand- no, millions of fragmented pieces that would never go back together properly. Hollis wouldn't want her after this, no one would want her after this.

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Oh. Oh he felt delight running through his veins at such a rapid pace. He was all to happy to feel her tugging at him clawing at him like some wanton animal. Her chest rising and falling in fear or excitement against his own. She wanted this more than she would likely ever admit to herself. They all did. Always they did. She was in a million of girls that fell to his charms or his gritty dangerous self. They liked them both and he adored watching one after the other fall to his desires and kiss him back even if in the beginning they thought they didn't want it at all. He loved proving them wrong.

Dyann was no different. She was pressing her own body into his even as her mouth sputtered and he could feel her rabbit heartbeat like a scared animal of prey beating wildly against his own chest. She was toying with some necklace and he realized with some amount of amusement that it was probably some comfort to her. Add that talk about another man earlier and her resistance and Hexxus was all but certain that it was a necklace that linked to her sweetheart of some kind. That, in all honesty, just made this all the better.

He let his hands adjust, running through her hands and along her arms as his mouth kissed her own with a faster passion now, his fingers finding their goal in the cold chain before he plucked it from her and it fell helplessly to their feet. He moaned into her mouth and his hand actually reached the hem of her skirt. Fingertips along her upper thigh as his other hand roamed at the skin of her neck. Running along that curve of her neck and along her shoulder - gently pushing that fabric away as he sighed into her lips. Letting her know it was giving him such pleasure to see more skin.

All the more delight coursed through him as his knuckles hit a wall and he knew she was pressed against it, trapped and cornered. The hand at her skirt him was gathering the fabric in his first and his knuckles were brushing along her tights. Fishnet. Oh Jesus. He was sucking on her bottom lip now and he groaned into her mouth. Fishnet was quite delicious in his opinion and he felt his knee move between her legs as the hand at her back was running with more intensity down the fabric of her corset. Ready to find the ties in the back. Loosen them. She needed to breathe after all.



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She had to get out. There was nothing else to it. She needed to regain her footing, find the ledge of herself and crawl back up. She wasn't about to fall into another Rabbit Hole. Especially one she didn't want to be in. Following the White Rabbit through the Rabbit Hole willing was a lot different than being pressed against a wall by someone like him. "C'mon Alice, pull yourself together." There was the Alice in her head. Just at the corner of her vision. She was jumping up and down and pointing to her neck. What was that abo-?

Her entire world shifted as his hands made it through her hair and down along her arms. He was caressing her neck, her collar bone...... her necklace. His fire-like fingers wrapped around the delicate chain and in one effortless tug, she felt it fall. She tried to catch it, but her hands weren't fast enough. She hadn't let go of him quick enough. The small glass bottle made it's way down, and as it rolled from her skirt, it landed at her feet with a soft 'tink.' Her eyes shot open and her mind cleared suddenly. It was as if someone flicked on the switch that worked the fan. She could see again.

He moaned into her mouth and it made her stomach turn. He made her sick. Made her very core do somersaults as he touched her. She needed to get out of this. It wasn't a matter of want now, it was a matter of need. His hands were grabbing at her, trying to get under her, into her, everywhere on her. She struggled a bit, color draining from her face as she felt the wall behind her. She was trapped between him and the wall. How was she going to get out? Her mind was rushing as she tried to figure out how to make it out of this situation.

Along her neck, her thighs, waist, cheek- he was touching her in all of the places he should never have thought to touch her. He sighed into her mouth, and she had a sudden thought: play along. The thought made her stomach turn once more, but she gave a weak moan against his lips. She had to let him think she was enjoying this, other wise she wouldn't have enough time to figure out how to get away. He was pushing her skirt up now, and she regretted ever wearing it. Regretted ever letting herself walk out of the flat in this outfit.

His lips wrapped around her bottom lip, and with all of her nerves, she pressed herself against him; tilting her head back with a mocked gasp of surprise. He was enjoying this. He held her closer as another hand ran along the boning of her corset, searching for the ties. Never had she been so thankful for her small waist- there were hardly any string hanging when she put a corset on. She filled them with little effort, and that was why she wore them. He would be searching for a while to get it undone. She let another false moan escape between her lips as he spread her legs. She could feel him almost shiver with excitement.

Running her hands along his arms, down his sides, she let them rest as his hips for a moment. Let him believe she was surrendering. He was pressing against her forcefully now. She groped the air beside him, trying to find the table. If only, she could... there. Her hand found the table and she ran her other hand up to the back of his neck, and against her will she forced herself into the kiss. She had to keep him interested just long enough... Searching, she was searching for anything that she could use against him.

There was an honest gasp as he returned her lead. She had to hurry, otherwise she would be in serious trouble. There was a napkin. A light went off in her head. Groping at the silverware, she found what she was looking for: the fork. There would only be one chance for this, so she had to do it just right. Using what strength she could, she pushed herself from the wall and onto him. The hand that was at his neck slid down as she wrapped the arm around his waist. There, that's where she needed to be.

Gripping tightly to the fork, she used all of her willpower and the rest of her strength as she brought the fork to his arm, digging it into the soft fleshly part. As he recoiled, she helped him back away by shoving him into the chairs. Quickly, because she didn't have enough time, she knelt down and grabbed her necklace and purse, before pushing herself forward towards the door. She was free, and she was going to make it out.

In her rush, she stumbled, breaking the heel of her right foot, but she kept on going. She heard him scream a string of insults, and she felt the heat explode from him as she swung the doors open and bolted for the exit. People turned their heads and someone tried to get her to stop. She couldn't stop. She had to keep running. Her jacket, she managed to grab it in her rush, and she busted through the front doors of the little diner.

Looking around in a panic, she took off in the direction of her home. Her safe haven. She needs Hollis. She needed to lock herself into the walls of their home. She was running too fast, she would surely pass out if she kept it up. But she couldn't. Clutching her purse and Hollis' necklace to her chest, she pushed herself harder. Adrenaline coursed through her, and she kept her mind set on home. Praying that the man she left at the restaurant with a fork in his arm would never find her- wouldn't come looking for her.

With Hollis waiting at home, she kept running.

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Hexxus Black had been physically injured too many times for him to count. He was a big advocate of fighting in the streets with whoever would participate, whenever he was drunken enough to do it and had enough to pay off the cops, or he might do it if he was simply angry enough to sock someone so hard they smacked their head against the wall for even more blood. Hex was quite a fan of blood, truly. But the line was drawn when it was his own blood - the appeal ran thin when someone else trying to best him and they actually got a lick in. Most of the time Hex would double back with a new found spring of rage to propel his fists into their form.

But when they ran away he was far too disappointed.
He was always left far too angry with no punching bag.
And most importantly he watched his prey leave...

Thinking they were safe, no doubt. The same had happened with Dora and he had waited until she was safe and sound in her own house one night only to attack her all the more. The same ice pick in hand. It was a sizzle of a memory in his mind, that night he attacked Dora in the kitchen. This moment was akin to that once he felt the fork jab into his arm. The same damned arm that the ice pick had stabbed straight through. A fork was far less of a mess and hurt a great deal less - but still it made Hex growl as he watched the blonde run around him and straight for the door of the restaurant.

He could see the heat waves passing over his line of vision as he watched her leave, he could smell some of the fabric of his shirt burning. He let his hand grab the metal of the fork and yank it out with a snarl from his lips before tossing the damned thing away with a clatter. He didn't need to have the fucking thing melting on his skin. That simply would be more of a pain - and with a trickle of blood clotting up at his arm from the mass of heat his skin was radiating, he blinked back his need to scream at the whole situation.

With those eyes rimmed in orange he watched her finally make it out the door. Her wisps of blonde hair dancing behind her as she ran like he was hot on her heels. But as Hex felt his eyes narrow and his grin take form, his skin calming enough that maybe he would only have some burn marks on his shirt and no actual holes - he knew she was running for no reason. He had another plan entirely.

"Tell me everything about Hollis Braith."

This was what the editor that should have been at the restaurant heard the moment Hexxus walked in to his apartment to her flustered and nearly scared form. And she told him everything as he tore at her clothes and gave her some third degree burns as he pressed her into his mattress all that night. He couldn't help it, he normally never did like to frighten those he took to bed - but sometimes when all you could think about was carving out someone's eyes and making them eat it...it was unavoidable.



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