We Like Our Men (SG)

[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] “It’s alright” Sen replied just happy his explanation had managed to come out right finally. For a little while there he thought he was done for. Now he was getting a small shoulder rub. He had to admit, that felt really good. He did have to admit though, the girls that were ridiculously over weight was a turn off. Not that he wouldn’t him on them to make them feel better. Actually, normally those were the ones he would hit on just to make feel special. This woman in front of him though? Nah she didn’t appear over weight to him. She was defiantly one of the good looking girls that he felt others should be jealous of. He was a little confused at first when she took his hands and began to shape them. He then burst out into laughter when he realized what she was implying. “Oh I see, well, forgive me for my mistake.” He laughed before she dropped his hands and let them fall onto his lap. Really to him, size of a woman’s chest didn’t matter much. If he really had to pick a woman he would probably go for the smaller chests. After all, the one thing he loved the most about males were those well built, muscular, tight, chests. Ahh, he could almost drool just thinking about it. “What turns me on? Ah well…” He had to think about that for a moment. For some reason the red hair of Ryan snapped into his head and he a good feeling it was because of the colour of his hair that Sen had liked him. Humm what else… “I guess anyone a bit taller then me. Red or blond hair. Something about grey eyes always seems to suck me in. I dunno why.” He let out a small laugh as he thought about this before adding, “Oh and muscular. Not too overly muscular though. Maybe even a tad rough looking. I mean, I love the pretty boys just as much as the ladies do, but the scruffy look just has that, um, extra kick in it.” With that description a the poor image of Ryan in his head became rather… well, he grew a bit more scruff on his chin, a few scars, for some reason aged a bit. Really the only part of him that still looked the same was the red hair. He kind of almost looked like someone he knew but… eh, it didn’t matter. “How about you? Surely I can’t be you’re ideal look in a man.” [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

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[ Delilah ]

Delilah feigned surprise at his description, but when he turned the question around she had the courtesy to answer. "Mm... Well, you're certainly not the opposite of it," she teased. Thinking more seriously, she tried to decide exactly what a perfect man would look like... Heh. Really, she could have thought about this before for Cyn, but had avoided it, not wanting to get too attached just in case. Damn good thing, too.... Bleh.

Of course, the thought of Cyn the Ditto brought with it-... ack, not again! She shook her head a bit as if coming out of a slight daze. "Sorry, I guess I spaced a second.." Drawing in a deep breath, she suddenly stopped and laughed as she realized, "Actually... your idea didn't sound bad at all." Reaching out with her free hand, she tucked a lock of that gorgeous hair behind his ear and pulled the rest of it out in front of him slowly, and easy smile on her face. "I think I could almost just take this hair home with me and forget all about getting laid." It was a tease, though barely. "It's more for the pretty look though.. Not that anything else would suit a face like yours."

Considering it a little more, she finally replied more solidly, "Your face.." She nodded back toward the bartender, who looked to be either a war veteran or just a very rough customer in his day. "On his body, maybe slightly younger.. standing about 6'4" and..." She huffed a slightly caustic laugh. "Somewhere between just strong enough to carry me around and your average Machamp. Just so long as he doesn't have neck muscles or something." She laughed a bit more. She really wasn't too picky on musculature, but it got to a point... Heh. She was daydreaming a little by this point as she went on. "Blonde or red hair, like you said.." Or pink. Teehee. Up close his wasn't quite as much as she'd hoped, but close enough. It, again, only worked for a pretty boy, though, not a... mmmm~ "Long and thick.." Her eyes suddenly grew wide as she realized-.. but then she just grinned and decided to go with it. "The hair too, of course," she added, laughing rather deeply. "And a beard. Usually just... a bit of scruff or a small tuft of something, just for an accent. Though it depends on the guy, I guess.." Again, that wonderful man came to mind, and... Nn.

Lilah finally stopped trying to fight off the thought and went from her other approach instead. As much as she hated to think about that bastard, it was preferable here to believe his father just indicated how good-looking she thought he might be when he reached that age. Speaking of Cyneric, though, she had just almost forgotten about the Pokemon after whom he'd been named. Pasting on that intrigued look again, she chimed up, "Oh, but hey! You may actually be pretty interested in my coworker here in town."

...Oh hell no. Cyn was ready to die when-... sure enough. Delilah reached into her pocket to pull out a phone, nudging him out as she did so. Rather than falling to the floor, the reluctant ball clung to her and slid carefully down her backside and then the barstool, moving to hide in the corner of the floor and bar and following it carefully around the room and to the door. She.. was going to owe him SO much if this went badly. After sending a text to an unworking number, the woman waited for almost a minute, then received a message back. Of course, she knew it was an alert that the number didn't work, but Alistair wouldn't. Smiling, she slipped the phone back in its place and returned her attention to him. "I do warn you, he's a bit shy, but... Well, hopefully he'll show and you can just see."

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[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] Once again Sen found himself laughing as Delilah claimed she had spaced out. “Too busy daydreaming of that perfect man?” He teased with an oddly seductive tone in his voice. He was a little surprised when she claimed his idea of a perfect man didn’t sound all too bad. Most didn’t agree with him on his descriptions. Then again, it wasn’t often he asked others to describe there perfect date either. “My hair? Well, I do use my own special brand of shampoo on it. The stuff in the stores is either too costly or dries out the ends. The whites all natural too. My, er, co-workers often tease me that I’m getting old already but I’ve had the white since I can remember.” One should never talk about his hair in front of him because if he didn’t watch himself he could go on and on about the subject of hair for hours. He seemed to completely miss the fact that she had given him a complement on facial looks. “Ugh, I agree with you on the neck muscles. For some reason that’s a turn off.” He commented when she mentioned it, then le her continue on. When the beard part came up he once again felt the need to make a comment, “Some guys just aren’t suited for facial hair. Ha, normally the guys who have to shave at least twice a day to keep it from growing so fast. But I don’t think Id going for a man with a beard down to his belly.” He laughed a bit at this picturing the guy he had in his head with a really long bread. It just wasn’t right at all. The image in his head was quickly swept away when she mentioned a co-worker of hers. He had to admit, he was a bit confused by her words as moments ago she had been intent on getting him to sleep with her. She had also mentioned a bet of some sort earlier but it seemed she had let that sweep from her mind for now. He was still a tad interested in the deal as he really wouldn’t mind being hooked up with a few guys for a while. It would solve sleeping alone each night. But then, this co-worker also sounded interesting. Perhaps by the end of the night he could have the co-worker and her deal. Things were actually starting to look up for him again. Hopefully thinking that wasn’t going to ruin his luck. “What’s he look like? Name?” Sen asked with a huge grin, hoping the man would show. He still wasn’t sure why she had offered to let them meet but man was he grateful. That’s when it hit him and his cheeks went slightly pink. Maybe she was planning on getting with them both tonight! Two was better then one, right? Well he’d be damned. He was pretty sure he’d have no problem being with two at once. Ok. Ok… He had to keep his mind straight and not get his hopes up. [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

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[ Delilah ]

She'd laughed a bit at his various comments, but of course was finishing her description before getting off on a tangent. When he took interest in her 'colleague', she only smirked. "His name is Cyn," she replied. Of course, Delilah had no idea just how close that would sound aloud to 'Sen'. She was speaking to Alistair, after all. "And I don't want to get your hopes up with details in case he blows us off, but I think he'd be your type."

Actually, she just wasn't completely sure what he'd show up looking like. Cyn had finally made it outside, and rolled on out into an alley, mentally cursing all the way. She was taking complete advantage of him. That's all there was to it, and not even in the way he wanted. Hmph. Taking his standard human form, the Ditto sighed. Well... If she was going to be like this, he was going to at least make her second-guess herself. transforming his hand into a mirror, he began to reshape himself, including his clothing. Something a bit more casual would probably be called for here.. Mm.. And not so tall... His normal appearance was generally around seven feet, after all, though it varied a little. Red hair? He could do that.. But he'd do it his way... See how she liked this..

As he continued outside, back in the bar, Delilah was becoming more intrigued as she thought about Alistair's comments earlier. "But you said those streaks are natural?" she asked, rather disbelieving but impressed if it were true. "How did you manage that?" Was she coming off a bit random and girly, now? Sure. But it was part of the plan.. And while she was stalling for time, she could certainly have a little more random fun. Anyway, the more comfortable around her he was the better, and the more interests they shared the more comfortable he should become, right?

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[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] Cyn? Wow, for a moment he had thought she said Sen. Luckily he had clued into the slight sound difference from Cyn to Sen as he said it in his head a few times. It was kind of funny none the less. “Well, hopefully he shows just to sooth my curiosity.” He laughed a bit making it sound a little like a joke. He really did hope the guy would show though. It would be such a nice break to finally have someone he was actually interested in sleeping with show up for the night. Hopefully someone who wouldn’t turn him down the last minute either. It was a really good thing he couldn’t feel anger because he probably would have punched the last guy who had done that to him. Maybe the guy looked a lot like what he had described! Now that would be luck. He’d finally be able to get a good looking guy into his head that wasn’t Ryan or… well he didn’t want to really admit to even himself that sometimes imagined that… guy… Oh but he really hoped the guys hair was somewhat red and long. If he happened to have the grey eyes then that would just be a dream come true! Sen brought himself back to reality as she asked him about his hair and the white streaks. “Actually I have no idea how I got them. I figure I stuck my hand in a light socket when I was young or something. Made my hair want to go rogue or something.” He laughed a little picturing the girl from x-men. He had read a few of the comic books on the nights he spent alone in the hotels or camping out. Never did see the movies though. Maybe someday if he ever rented a room with a tv and a vcr. It have to be a damn good week for that. “Ha, its too bad I didn’t get the super powers too. That be so awesome.” Ok so he was letting a bit of his nerdy side show up. Luckily for him, other then a few comic books here and there, this was about as geeky as he got. [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

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[ Delilah ]

Actually, even Delilah couldn't have said whether this sudden revelation was a good or bad thing in her eyes, but either way, her smile turned somewhat... nostalgic.. heh. As much as she hated... Those memories weren't so... ... Heh. Honestly, she wouldn't have even gotten the connection between 'rogue' and 'super powers' if not for that idiot. Smirking after a moment, she replied, "Ooh, but baby.." She leaned in closer, cooing with mock distress. "If you had Rogue's powers, this might be a problem.." Reaching down to grab at his thigh a bit again, she closed the remainder of their gap to kiss him just a little bit forcefully. She did have to wonder about his hair, but... eh. Who really gave a damn in the end. He was damn sexy, and she was going to enjoy him.

Outside, Cyn continued going over his features, refining them bit by bit. Mm... What color eyes had he said? Gray or green? ...Mm.. Well, a nice icy blue could look close enough to either. And how old did he want to be? Not quite as far along as the base model he was working from, but probably a little older than his usual face... That good? Eh, no, a little younger... Mm... The Ditto had trained rigorously for the longest time to master this skill at all, but it still didn't mean it was easy. Creating a new face took so much time to do properly- and he was a perfectionist when it came to his roles- so he just hoped she could stall enough. Not that Delilah was actually having any trouble with that right now.

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[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] He was about to ask ‘what’ despite the closing gap but his question was answered long before he could get a single word out of his mouth. The touch on his thigh and the kiss on the lips had been enough to catch him off guard. His mind instantly began to race as his eyes closed. He was enjoying the kiss and the touch but he desperately wanted to put his hands somewhere. It made him look rather awkward as he was being kissed as his own hands were spread out on either side of her, hovering stiffly away from her body. He couldn’t set them on her hips, or her sides or chest or… he could put them on her shoulders. Yes, that would work. It had worked last time he had kissed a girl. Finally he became a little less awkward looking as he set his hand on her shoulder and let the other one drop to the side. He had to admit, she was a good kisser. Smelled better than some of the men he had been with too. If he didn’t feel so weird and turned off by a woman’s body then this wouldn’t have been so bad at all. Heck, he could imagine why so many men loved being with women. Most of them he had met really had known what they were doing. Of course the thought of this co-worker she had texted… it still intrigued him greatly. Even with her kiss and touch he still hoped the guy would show. [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

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[ Delilah ]

She had to admit, his few moments of awkwardness were both mildly amusing and completely adorable. For all she knew, he'd been with as many men as she had, but it seemed when it came to women it was almost like being with a virgin. Not that that was an especially bad thing; however disappointing the main event ended up, there was still a certain appeal to innocence in her mind. It was almost like being with one, of course, because while the extras were a little odd, the more important details were very well-tended. It seemed he really had been honest: he definitely knew what he was doing, just not with a woman. Mm.. Well, a little thorough conditioning could fix that.

Just as Delilah was about to decide screw it all and see if she couldn't get away with just taking him now, the door opened, and sure enough, as she broke the kiss to turn and check--.... The dark woman's face paled, all her smug attitude abandoned after just a tiny glance. In all honesty, she looked like she'd seen a ghost. Cyn had come in, but looking more than uncomfortably close to a red-headed, ice-eyed version... of Cyneric. He looked younger, of course, appearing about 30 or so, and he wore a casual button-up black t-shirt (with the first few buttons undone) and jeans that the older man wouldn't be caught dead in. Upon closer inspection, his beard was also a bit shorter, and only around his mouth, not his cheeks (not that such a change as that wouldn't be quite easy to achieve in the other). His exact features were slightly different, but she knew good and well he'd tried to get close. Same skin tone, same solid six feet, same incredible build, same overall impression... She... was going to kill him...

Cyn too late noticed her reaction, having already begun to walk toward them with a light expression to a point it would have been suspicious to suddenly stop. Guilt suddenly filled him as he realized perhaps he'd taken this a bit far, but... Well, what could he do now? Anyway, it was her fault for putting him in this situation. Upon realizing this was happening one way or the other, Delilah forced a smile and called, "Ah, Cyn! Glad you could make it." But for gods's sake, could you have been more of a dick about it?

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[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] When the kiss was broken, Sen hadn’t moved from his spot, but instead just sat there, watching as she turned her head. It wasn’t until he noticed her face go a bit pale and her smug look disappear that he finally turned to see what she was looking at. Upon seeing the red headed man the first thing that came to Sen’s mind was… Kel? But as the man drew closer Sen realized it wasn’t Kel. Wow, he would have felt so odd if it had of been Kel. Besides, that was just silly. The type of guy he was attracted to defiantly didn’t look like… well… kind of… not if they were blond… right? Right. But this man! The closer he got the more Sen felt like drooling. The hair, the eyes, the face, the… oh Arceus the open shirt! It was to die for. This man was almost perfect! When Delilah said the man’s name, Sen almost fell right off his chair. This was her co-worker? Well hot damn! He was already falling in love. That silly grin Sen liked to wear instantly came to his face and he just couldn’t hold back on not saying something. “Hey, I’m Alistair,” He introduced himself, “Your co-worker here said Id be interested in meeting you, but she never said anything about how,” He raised his hands as if to show he was in disbelief by how gorgeous the man looked, “sizzling hot… I’m sorry for staring.” He hadn’t even gotten a chance to figure out if the other man was indeed interested in men as well, but he didn’t care. Nor was the idea of spending the night with Delilah in his head anymore either. He really, really HAD to have this guy. [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

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[ Delilah ]

Within his mind, Cyn was a Bagon, banging his head against a steel wall repeatedly until it crumbled. What in the hell had he gotten himself into? "..Ah..." The sound was barely above a whisper as the 'man' averted his eyes. His face turned red, but clearly looked more frustrated than flattered. Without another word to Alistair, Cyn took a seat on the other side of Delilah. When he was sure she wasn't looking, he motioned to the bartender for one and nodded toward his companions's drinks.

The woman sniffed a bit. "Don't be like that. You owe me, remember?" A very slight tinge of bitterness laced the words, particularly 'owe'. To any average viewer, it should seem like whatever he owed her for was something of a sore spot between them, though they both knew she was really just seething about his chosen appearance. Turning back to Alistair with a smile, she sighed, "I apologize for him... He's so very much the silent type, you know... But then.." The look morphed into a smirk. "That leads me--"

About this time, the clink of a drink being set down caught her ear, and Delilah turned to see the mug now in front of her servant and friend. Eyes narrowing, she all but hissed, "You know you can't drink," and snatched the mug away, causing an indignant but conceding sniff to escape the man. As he turned away to sulk, she turned back to the salmon-haired man again. "As I was saying... Leads me to a little proposition I thought of..." Cyn's thoughts hovered somewhere in the direction of 'just kill me'.

She nodded back a bit to indicate her 'co-worker'. "See... Cyn here isn't really into guys, but he owes me a little debt he'd do about anything to pay off. So..." Leaning closer, her gaze became more alluring. Her voiced dropped very low as she half-purred, half-whispered in his ear, "You manage to satisfy me even once, and you can have him whenever you like~" Leaning back enough to look at him, she added, "And I can still see about finding some other old friends, of course." The smirk grew a bit. "Wha'd'you say, handsome?"

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[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] Sen was silent as she talked to the other man, mostly because he was still in awe on how absolutely gorgeous he was. He almost wanted to just reach over and touch him… see if he really was real. But then Delilah turned back and began to mutter something about the man being rather silent. He was really wasn’t paying attention fully to what she was saying. He couldn’t help but chuckle a bit when the drink was taken away from Cyn. Perhaps the man couldn’t hold his liquor or maybe a heart problem. Sen sure knew his heart was having a bit of a problem right now. It was beating way too fast with excitement. Excitement that was soon crushed down and taken away like the sweet sent of Vileplume. Which Sen then realized wasn’t actually sweet smelling at all. The man was straight. He owed her, which meant he was being forced into this. She wanted him to pleasure her so that he could later have his way with Cyn. Damn she was good. He also had no issues with taking on a straight man. It made things more… interesting… But damn this was not going to be an easy challenge. Especially after his attempt with the last woman he had been with. Yet he couldn’t hang in the towel. Now as for getting other men as well… well if they were all as good looking as the stud behind her he’d be crazy to not take the deal. Plus she was more of a boss or co-worker that way, right? He satisfied the boss and got a reword. So long as it wasn’t the same man every night he was game. “I’ll only need him for one night,” Sen replied with a soft smile, his excitement returning as he snuck another glance over at Cyn before returning his eyes to Delilah, “You’ve got yourself a deal.” Now how the hell did he pleasure her? Maybe just pretend she was a guy but then… she was still missing a key part. Damn it. “That is, if the stud over there is all game.” [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

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[ Delilah ]

She smirked; it was a trap, and now she just had to see how long it would hold. At the insistence he'd need one night, though, Delilah couldn't help but laugh lightly, as nostalgic as bitter as amused. "Trust me," she whispurred, which is from this point on a word. "You'll want more." She glanced back at Cyn, who looked away but listened intently, then back to Alistair. Leaning in again, she gave a small pout and sigh and said as if trying to keep the Ditto from hearing, though she was well aware he would, "You may not believe me, but I'll let you in on a secret...." Her eyes drifted Cyn's way, though her head didn't move. "Don't let the stoic look fool you.. I've unfortunately realized I just can't be involved with men I work with," she lied, almost causing Cyn to scoff at the utter bullshit. "But that man is by far the best I've had.." Not in that body, though, fortunately..

His human-looking eyes widened at this, however, and his damned human cheeks reddened slightly despite having already known this. To hear her admit it to someone else was... really nice, to say the least. Of course, he understood when she turned around with a sweet, "You'll do it for me, right gorgeous?" 'It' apparently being Alistair. Ego freshly stroked, Cyn rolled his eyes, but nodded and gave a small affirmative hum, then laying his head down against crossed arms. His lack of reply choices really didn't hurt her odds of getting what she wanted. He could force little sounds that came out believably, but if he really spoke, his tiny little squeak of a whisper would have destroyed their cover in an instant. Delilah downed a good bit of the drink she'd stolen from her apparent-ex and smirked back at her new toy. "Of course... that is only if you can put out enough for me first..." Again, it was a trap. "Had enough to drink yet, or one more?"

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[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] Heh… Yah he doubted he would want more but it was for much different reasons than she would be thinking. Though he didn’t really have much time to think up a comment when she was leaning in closer to him again, her voice dropping a bit. The best she ever had… Well, hopefully he still had that same spark. This man was starting to sound more and more godly by the moment. Though he had to remember that she was getting something out of this too so the comment could be just to juice things up. He knew how those little tricks worked. That being said, he didn’t care if the guy was good or bad. He was there, he was willing (even if it was by force) and that was good enough for Sen. Hey, he’d admit it; he was greedy. But he couldn’t help it. The man was hot! “My dear, by the time I’m done with him he wont want to come back to women ever again.” He cooed, in lower voice to match hers. He knew very well that the other man could hear them but that was the point, wasn’t it? Sen only grinned wider when the man nodded in agreement to doing this ‘favour’ for her. What ever it was he owed her must have been something big to have him so tightly wrapped around her fingers. And then… his own excitement was slightly crushed at the reminder that he had to first please her before he could have the real goal of the night. Now the question was, to get it over and done with now or put it off for another drink. He almost wanted to get out a coin and flip it to decided. Yet with another glance over at Cyn, the sight of him causing his heart to leap up into his thraot, he turned back to the bar and quickly chugged down the rest of his drink. “I’ve had enough to drink” He replied to her finally, tunring back to give her a smile, “Besides, no one likes waiting, am right?” His voice lowered with those last words he leaned into her a bit and gave her a small kiss. Just before pulling away he looked back up at Cyn and gave him a wink then sat up straight again. [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

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[ Delilah ]

Delilah nearly snorted her laughter when Alistair suggested he could turn Cyn gay, having to hold her breath to suppress it. However, just as she thought it was safe, Cyn himself literally nearly fell off his barstool, clawing at the counter to catch himself with a look of sheer 'what the FUCK?' The woman couldn't help but lose it a little at that, which only made the pseudo-man's face go redder on top of his humiliation.

He was.... well... He wasn't 'straight', technically, but he liked to think of himself as male, even if he wasn't really anything. Even then, it wasn't 'women' he was interested in so much as the woman beside him. He wasn't particularly romantic, but did get into a mood now and then, and enjoyed flirting well enough at times, but that much he could do with anyone- usually Pokemon more than people, even. People's reactions did tend to show a little more strongly, depending, which was fun, but he was a Pokemon himself, after all. He'd rather not kiss a man while posing as one just for his image (he enjoyed looking like a 'manly' man), and perhaps a slight actual gender preference, but he didn't have too much aversion to it. When it came to more though....

He was a Ditto. Sex... meant next to nothing to him, as an action. His entire species was the world's whore. He'd really be surprised if less than half their population spent the majority of time in breeding centers milling eggs for eager or greedy trainers or trying to build up a dwindling population or whatever of the sort. If he was that eager to gratify himself, he could find something that was looking and be whatever they'd take.

Cyn enjoyed being with Delilah because he cared for her, and because he liked making her happy. And he'd explained this to her. Often. Apparently rather less sincere men had used similar lines often enough as well, however, and she always just laughed and rolled her eyes if she didn't become outright annoyed with him. It was clear she wasn't going to believe him, and he'd more or less given up until he could find a way to prove it.

The whole thing remained a heavy source of frustration, however. It wasn't like he was the one who'd... done any of this, really. She decided he would play the role of her protector; she had given him his name; she drove him to learn the intricacies of passing for human. She was the one who realized his forms might be good for more than just looks and she was the one who had later made the ridiculous association that stopped it all cold. He personally still didn't even understand why sharing half a name and role (both of which she gave him) with someone who confused her made it so wrong all of a sudden, nor why she 'couldn't' just change his damn name (even if he did rather like it). Still, he'd just sigh and wait it out as always, hopeful he'd figure something out or one of them would meet someone else (he so he could shift his focus and she so he could know she was still happy) eventually.

When he finally agreed, though, Delilah simply lit with a devious aura. Throwing some Pen on the counter worth slightly more than their drinks, she grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled to coax him off his barstool and a little ways. "Well let's go then~<3" she purr-growled before turning around and grabbing his hand instead as she rather hurriedly led him toward the nearest place they could get a room. Cyn sweatdropped as he watched them, still never having figured out why she insisted on doing this when she knew she-.... He just sighed heavily, however, and followed, assuming he would wait in the lobby or something in case of that very slim chance 'his turn' actually came.

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Nearly two hours after leaving the bar (including time to find a hotel), the still-rather-fiery if tired woman gazed down at her prize of the evening. He'd put up a good fight, but it seemed she wasn't finished with him just yet. "That all you got?" she purred, grinning wickedly.

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[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] Sen followed her out of the bar, making no attempt to struggle against the way he was being hulled out. His mind was too distracted as he kept his eyes on Cyn the entire way towards the hotel. He was almost hoping the guy would save him but it obvious the red haired man had no intentions on doing that. When the door of the hotel room finally closed he knew fait was on her side tonight, not his. ____________________________________ “You… aren’t satisfied yet?” He squeaked between heavy breaths as he laid there on the bed. His was covered in a layer of sweat, his eyes closed and his arms bent up on either side of him on the bed. He was defiantly worn out. Normally keeping up with someone wasn’t hard but keeping up with the demands of a woman… it was almost impossible. At least with this woman it was. She had known what she wanted and he had to admit, he had learned a lot from her about pleasing a woman but… damn it was boring. He just truly wasn’t interested in the female body at all. At the very least he had gotten better at actually setting his hands on her. He could touch her hip without getting turned off almost instantly. Just… damn, he didn’t want to be stuck here all night. He wanted that hot, extremely sexy looking man waiting outside. “I…” He finally opened his eyes and sat up, the thin blanket falling down to his waste, “told you I’m not good with females. It’s just not the same.” He didn’t even think he could continue kissing her now. Yet instead of getting frustrated he simply started to chuckle and set a hand on his forehead, “Please tell me this wasn’t a complete waste of time.” He made it sound like a joke but truly he was hoping he still had a chance with the other man. [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

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[ Delilah ]

The woman couldn't help but chuckle at this, eyes trailing down to his lap before smirking back up at him. "I wouldn't call it a complete waste," she cooed, still teasing him. "But that depends.." She shrugged as she moved from a propped position to sitting up as well. "If you're really too tired, you can always try again in the morning." That technically wouldn't break his one-night issue, mm? Since a night did tend to come with a following morning. "Though the offer stands as long as you wanna keep trying, really. You could think of this as practice?"

She grinned, leaning in to bite his neck a bit before realizing he really did seem exhausted. Eh... Ah well. Mentally shrugging, frustrated but not really any moreso than she'd been expecting and was rather used to, she moved to get out of bed then, finding what clothes had come off to put back on. Once decent, she gathered the rest of her things and began heading toward the door.

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[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] “Depends?” Sen asked as he shifted his eyes towards her as he she continued to explain. Try again in the morning… that sounded… eh… He normally liked to leave before the other person could wake up in the morning. Every now and then he didn’t mostly because he had no way to get out without waking them but… He really didn’t want to have to try and fool around with her again. But then… her last comment. The offer stands as long as he wanted to… keep trying… it meant he had failed. But, he really wanted a chance to… Damn, he was being played. He could tell he was being played now and it was too late. Yet at the same time he still wanted to get that chance to sleep with the other guy but… morning… he had already met the other guy today… was it the same… no. It couldn’t have counted. He hadn’t truly gotten to meet the guy yet, right? Cyn hadn’t even said a word to him. Maybe he could… “Threesome.” Sen blurted out as she headed towards the door, “You get me, I get him, and he gets you. At the same time I could learn from him and he could learn a few things from me and you just get to enjoy the attention. It’s an all win situation.” Plus he wouldn’t have to worry about a second day. It was perfect. He loved how his brain worked sometimes. Now he just needed her to agree to it. [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

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[ Delilah ]

Delilah froze cold when that word was thrown out, not moving as he tried to explain his little fantasy. There was... no way she could completely deny it sounded appealing, but she could sure as hell try. For several moments when he'd finished speaking, she remained frozen in silence before finally forcing herself to look back over her shoulder. Eyes were narrowed to slits- not that this was really obvious in this lighting- and full lips wore a painfully fake smile. "Honey.." her voice dripped the substance of the same name in suffocating amounts. Oh, she was pissed. That name was reserved for it. "If I'd still do him, I wouldn't need you."

She stopped even trying to fake it now, full aura growing darker. "It's been two years since we've been together, and I've been lucky to have anyone else come close. If my own needs can't drive me to take him back, I'm certainly not about to for your petty want." Not quite two years, but.. getting damn close.. How often in that time had anyone else...? Feh. She tried not to count to avoid just getting pissed, but she knew she could count on one hand with room to spare. Mentally she sighed, wondering if perhaps she should just learn to get over it, before the images of two particular blondes opposite in most ways that they weren't identical flashed through her mind, causing a small shudder as her resolution set firm once again.

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[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] Sen had put himself into a trap on that one. Well, it could have been worse. She could have slapped him. But she did make two very good points. Her first being a bit stronger than the second. “Ok, I apologize profusely for being a selfish, piggish male even suggesting it.” He said sweetly, sounding sincere despite the fact that he wasn’t sorry about it at all. He just really didn’t feel like getting slapped. It also meant he still had an issue. She hadn’t claimed she was going to let him have Cyn yet. It was the only reason he had even tried for as long as he had. Other wise he’d have given up the first fifteen minutes in. Well, she had offered a second chance… even if he really didn’t like the idea of it. He didn’t want to give up on such a hot guy. It was almost fun having a challenge for once. “So… you mentioned trying again in the morning?” He squeaked a bit, trying to cover it up by sounding like he actually wanted to do it, “Harder to do if you leave.” Female or male, he would rather someone beside him at night then no one. Something about the warmth of another being was just… nice. He just hoped she was capable of actually sleeping for a bit. She seemed like a rather high energy woman. [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

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[ Delilah ]

She just sighed lightly and shook her head a little. What was it about most men that infuriated her so much?He seemed sweet if reluctant, but just... "I'll just be in the next room," Delilah murmured, nodding her head in the direction she meant. "I prefer not to sleep with guys I've just met if there's a choice." To a point she was paying for Sen to have his own room to avoid it, apparently. She shrugged, hoping to leave on a little lighter note. "Cyn's afraid of the dark anyway," she lied, not really making an effort to make it convincing though. "He'll be in the floor, if he's not awake by then, so be careful not to step on him if you still want to then, aight baby boy~?" She had once again settled back into a gentle purr, and now moved to grab the doorknob, waiting for his response before actually leaving quite yet.

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