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</div>Name: Oshiro Yami<br/>Age: 27<br/>Date/Time: Sat July 31<br/>Location: Villa - at the bar<br/>Wearing:[see picture]<br/>Tagging:<a class="username" data-user-id="6055" data-username="Dragongoddess" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6055/">Dragongoddess</a><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>His signature smirk widened into what looked like the grin of a devil. Yami looked away only briefly to pour the tequila into a shot glass, taking his time. He then approached his new<i>friend</i>with slow easy paces, coercing her to lean her rear against the bar, his dark eyes finding hers and holding them there. If she breathed, she would get a whiff of not just the alcohol he’d already drank up to this point, but also a bit of cologne, subtle but spicy, as he stood with little to no room between them.<br/><br/>A hand reached up towards her face, a few long calloused fingers gently brushing her hair away from her neck and bringing it around to gather completely at her left shoulder. Then, with a lick of his thumb, he placed his hand upon her jawline on the right side of her face, his own face barely inches from hers. His thumb ran slowly from her jaw down the side of her neck, taking the time to feel her pulse beneath. Then, without breaking the eye contact he’d created, he pulled his hand away to grab some salt and spread it along the trail he’d created on her skin. Next, he grabbed a lime wedge, and said, very softly and with a deep, yet commanding, voice, “open” telling her to open her mouth so that he could put the lime between her teeth, flesh side out towards him.<br/><br/>Once she was prepped, he gave her one last smirk as if to say “you brought this on yourself.” And then, down the hatch. The shot of tequila disappeared passed his lips rather swiftly, then, after slamming the glass down on the counter, and went for her throat. His left hand slid up into her hair, fingers entangled in the strands, then grabbed slightly to pull her head to the side, exposing the section of neck he’d salted. His tongue pressed against her skin, running from the bottom, all the way up to her jaw, but it didn’t stop there. He lingered for a moment, relishing in the taste of not just the salt, but of her, leaving small feathery kisses….until he bit down hard.<br/><br/>Whatever her reaction, he wasted no time to move from there to the lime wedge in her mouth. With his face pulled away from her neck, both hands were now at her hair, coercing her to tilt her head back to look up at him for easier access to the fruit. He bit, and sucked, his eyes open on hers if they were still open on him, a fiery lust in his gaze that would be further apparent by the way his hips pressed against hers.<br/><br/>Once done with the fruit, he’d yank it out of her mouth with just his teeth and spit the rind to the floor off to the side. His grip on her hair slackened, his left hand now relegated to a few soft pets before dropping both hands to the counter on either side of her body. His lips still only an inch from hers, he whispered, “your turn…” then the grin came back in full force.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/574bb3ac-7930-4dd9-b811-cd6cc9acf4b5-jpeg.91533/" title="574BB3AC-7930-4DD9-B811-CD6CC9ACF4B5.jpeg">
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</div>Name: Hayley Carter<br/>Age: 24<br/>Date/Time: Sat July 31<br/>Location: Villa - cabana by the pool<br/>Wearing: [see picture]<br/>Tagging:<a class="username" data-user-id="133" data-username="Clint Johnson" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/133/">Clint Johnson</a><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>“Well, I certainly<i>have</i>the assets she was singing about.” Hayley laughed a bit too loudly as she blurted that out when he mentioned her looking better than the original actress for Val. Covering her mouth with her hand to try and muffle herself, she looked away briefly to hide her embarrassment. When she came back around, she cleared her throat and gestured her hand towards him to continue, letting him answer her question as she tried to pretend that didn’t just happen.<br/><br/>The conversation definitely took a more serious turn. Hayley listened to every word Sterling spoke, feeling her heart swell at his story. She could never even imagine what it must be like to go to war, to see the things he’d seen or experienced what he had. Then, what he did for the kids in his town just made her heart fill even more. There was so much passion for what he did for them, it was easy to see that.<i>He really is incredible…</i>she thought to herself with earnest.<br/><br/>When he finished, upon seeing the emotion in his eyes, Hayley placed a hand on Sterling’s arm, rubbing gently and comfortingly over his upper arm. “That is truly the most amazing thing I’ve heard from anybody. When I heard you own a business I just assumed it was a means to make money and that’s it. I certainly just act more for my own entertainment than anything else. Other people’s entertainment by it is just a really nice bonus to it all. But you,” she couldn’t even begin to find the words to describe how she feels about him now, what she thinks about him. Hayley sighed and let her hand fall from his arm to his knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. “While I do hope we end up matching, for a number of reasons now, what I really hope for is that even if I’m not, and whoever it is that does match, really<i>is</i>the one for you. You deserve whatever brings you happiness in this life. What you do for them and after everything you’ve been through, the total selflessness of it…” she sighed again. She really had no words. Pursing her lips, the woman eventually decided on showing how she felt instead. Leaning over, with her left hand still on his knee, her right hand lifted towards his face, placing it on the opposite cheek of the one where she then proceeded to plant a soft yet lingering kiss. Hayley wanted to kiss his lips, her heart yearning to do so the moment her lips met his skin, but after what she said, the last thing she wanted to do was steal his heart when there could very well be somebody else there who was a better match for him than she was.