Renots

[Dark Warrior]

Travis

"Don't worry about it." Travis said, bending over her to kiss her on the lips, gently putting an arm behind her and laying her back down on the couch.
"It'll all be OK." He reassured her, breaking off their kiss again. He cupped her cheek in one hand, looking into her eyes, and for the first time he realised that she was actually quite beautiful. He had never seen her in that way, but now that he was...
Again, he began to kiss her, their tongues meeting as he ran his hands down her sides, finally sliding their way under her body to firmly grip both her ass cheeks in his hand as they continued to kiss passionately.

 

[Paendragon]

Deacon could sense that Mog and Zoey were a bit uncomfortable, so he thought of something non-sexual to discuss. There was one thing he had been thinking lately, but hadn't spoken to anyone about it. This was as good a time as any. He also reached out and pulled the edge of the blanket over his cock, hoping it might put Zoey at ease; although, he thought with a laugh, Mog didn't seem to mind at all.

"I've been thinking," he began, and the two girls turned to look at him. He continued before they could make some smart ass comment about him thinking. "That maybe it's time that Zoey took over as lead. I'd like to spend more time working on my lyrics... and she's good. Really good."

 

[Trist]

Mog arched a brow at the suggestion, looking to Deacon slightly puzzled.

"Zoey as the lead? That's actually not a bad idea..."

Mog knew how great Zoey was at the guitar; it definately wouldn't do the group any harm, and possibly may turn out even better. She was surprised, however, that Deacon was offering to give up his place... She always thought he wanted the big-shot image of the double-lead in the band.

"We'd have to present the idea to Travis, too... We can't just up and change things without his consent."

 

[soliloquy]

Macy sank into the cushions as Travis positioned himself over her. She had never thought before of how arousing someone's hands gliding over your ass could really be. He had a musician's hands, strong but agile. She felt he was molding her with hands and mouth.

She sighed contentedly into his mouth as she pressed her body into his hands. His weight upon her was delicious and she was feeling quite heady from th combination of arousal and alcohol.

He was so gentle, and yet passionate at the same time. She nearly cooed as he played her body like an instrument. Her hands glided down his back, down to his hips. He deepened the kiss, and she dug her fingers into his flesh as she thrust her hips upward, to make contact with...well, with anything.

 

[Paendragon]

OOC: OOPS! I left out a word. I ment lead GUITARIST!

IC:

Deacon shrugged. "She's been rockin'. Especially lately. We can bring it up to Trav later. After all, it's the bands decision."

He smiled.

 

[AngelBaby]

Zoey

Zoey looked over at Mog, then at Deacon. It was uncomfortable silence time.

Until Deacon spoke. Zoey realised that he was probably going to try and talk of something neutral, and totally non-sex related, to put her at ease - but she didn't expect him to say what he did.

"Maybe it's time that Zoey took over as lead. I'd like to spend more time working on my lyrics... and she's good. Really good," Deacon proposed, and Zoey was surprised. The good kind.

"Really, Deac? Are you sure?" she pressed, knowing how much she'd love the opportunity, yet at the same time waiting to make sure that he knew what he was saying.

 

[Paendragon]

"Sure, I'm sure. You've earned it. We just have to put it by Trav, and if Mog has no objections... we'll have a new lead guitarist."

He smiled at Mog, and Zoey, and leaned back against the wall.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Travis

Travis could not help but smile a little as Macy began to react to his attention. He released her from his kiss, sat up, removing his hands from beneath her to reach up and pull off his shirt, revealing his lightly-haired chest, throwing the piece of clothing away before bending over her and placing one, soft kiss on her lips. Then his hands trailed down her body, momentarily brushing against the press of her breasts, before moving lower, to the bottom of her shirt, which he began to remove. When it was half-way up, just below the swell of her breasts, he paused.
"If you want to stop, just say so..." he whispered, before continuing to take the shirt off, agonizingly slowly, his lips now planting themselves on hers again.

 

[soliloquy]

In response, Macy thrust her breast into his hand and kissed him back with ardor. She wanted this right that moment, right there. She moaned into his mouth and fumbled her hands down to his ass, pushing his erection against her aching mound.

Taking her cue, Macy thrust her hips upward, desiring more pressure on her nether regions. She broke the kiss and gasped loudly.

"I want you, Travis. Make love to me......" Her voice was ragged with desire, and the scent of arousal was hovering over them. Her nipples stood at attention as his hands and mouth continued to mold her.

 

[Paendragon]

He looked at the two of them. It's like a wet dream, he thought, and smiled to himself. Both sexy, in different ways.

Although both were also strangely quiet, right now. Especially for them when they're together...

 

[Trist]

Mog idly watched the ceiling while the silence passed over the room. The rough texture of the ceiling was painted white and had small little bumps -- it reminded her of her father's ceiling. She could remember when she used to have a bunk bed in the spare room; she would always sleep on the top mattress and sometimes she would scratch at the texture to watch the white particles fall down.

It was a rather unusual thing to start thinking about, but Mog didn't exactly have the mentality of most people. Little things, such as a painting, song, wallpaper, or in this case the texture of the ceiling, would put the girl into memories of her father. They seemed to haunt her at the most inopportune moments.

Mog suddenly sat up and reached to the floor to grab some of her articles of clothing.

"I think I'm going to go for a walk," she quietly told the two as she pulled on her underwear.

 

[Paendragon]

Deacon sat up, concern on his face. "Is something wrong?"

 

[Trist]

Mog put on her undergarments and remained silent to the question for several moments.

"No, no... Nothing at all."

She continued to get dressed; more hurriedly than one would expect.

 

[Paendragon]

Deacon stood, and stepped toward her, finally oblivious to his nakedness, and frowning slightly. "Don't give me that. I know you well enough to know when you're upset about something. What is it?"

 

[Trist]

Mog finished dressing and looked Deacon straight into his eyes.

"It's nothing."

She spoke the words confidently, with all the conviction that she could muster. She didn't want to drag Deacon into this -- not after what they had done...not with Zoey in the room or in the state she was in.

Before Deacon could refute her words she turned and headed towards the door.

 

[Paendragon]

She lied to me. He looked to Zoey for a split second, and found her studying Mog as well. Good, so it's not just me.

He went after Mog, and caught her at the door, grabbing her arm gently. "Please," he whispered. "If you want to be alone, you can tell me that. But we're all friends here. I've seen just about every expression you cab make, and Zoey not doubt knows even more than I do. I know when you're upset."

He looked at Zoey, than back at Mog. "You can talk to us."

 

[Trist]

"...I don't want to concern either of you with this. Tonight is supposed to be fun... You guys should enjoy yourselves."

Mog hadn't ever told anyone about her father...not even Zoey. She couldn't bring herself to tell anyone of what she had done back then. Perhaps she was ashamed, or even more...afraid. She didn't want to lose her friends nor did she want to be convicted for her past crimes.

 

[AngelBaby]

Zoey

Zoey had watched in wide-eyed silence as the scene had unfolded. She had never seen Mog like this, and when she saw Deacon jump up, she thought that it might be best to let him handle it.

But now, Zoey felt the need to reassure her long-time friend.

"Mog, it's okay. You can tell us anything, hun, really," Zoey tried to console her.

 

[Paendragon]

Deacon nodded, agreeing with Zoey.

"And I have been enjoying myself," he whispered. "Immensly."

He realized he was still holding her arm, and released it. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, before stepping back, smiling that peculiar half-smile of his.

"C'mon. Hang out. You've already got me parading around in all my glory in front of Zoey. What more could you want?" he joked, trying to make her smile.

 

[Trist]

Mog forced a soft smile to try and make her friends feel better. She didn't want to upset them.

"You guys don't need to worry about me... I'll be fine..."

She was still relucant to tell them. Hell, she hadn't even told them her name... Not yet, anyway.

 

[AngelBaby]

Zoey

Zoey disregarded the complete nakedness of her two companions, and her half-dressed state from a previous dare, and concentrated on her friend, who looked distressed even as she reassured them.

"Come on, Mog," she encouraged, "It's okay, really. Whatever it is, you can tell us."

 

[Paendragon]

"Definitely. We're here for you, sweetheart."

He smiled at her...

 

[Trist]

Mog sighed and returned to the bed, sitting on the edge. She brought her elbows to her knees, sitting in a rather discouraged positioned. She tried to think of a good way to start, but the only thing she could think of to say was...

"I killed my own father. Since then, I haven't spoken my name or returned to my former homes... I've just been... Mog."

 

[Paendragon]

Deacon looked at her. Killed her father?

He leaned against the wall, as nonchalantly as possible. Although in truth, he wasn't sure his legs would hold up if he didn't. This was much more than he expected, but she was still a friend, and he'd do his damndest to help. Somehow.

"What happened?" he whispered.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Travis

Trav kneaded her breasts as he continued to kiss her, as excited by her response as she obviously was herself. After a moment more, Trav's hands slid down, off her breasts, down her stomach, to the top of her pants. He pushed one hand in, gently stroking her sex through the fabric of her underwear. Her body writhed in response, and Trav used the other hand to pull down her pants as he continued to stroke her gently, kissing her stomach as he did.