<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2953854#msg2953854">Quote from: Darkcide on 20-04-2010, 02:17:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br/><br/>Azrael caught a scent approaching, this one was faintly smelled earlier but now it was stronger. Stabbing the knife down into the table and leaving it there between his fingers, he glanced upwards for a moment. Looking in the direction of the woman who entered, he narrowed his eyes and studied her features. A weird feeling overtook Azrael, a feeling of intense lust. The woman was attractive to say the least, but something about her was giving him the urge to hop out of his seat and to throttle her.<br/><br/>Shaking his head for a moment, Azrael wondered to himself just what was going on. He knew where he had smelled the woman's scent earlier, smirking lightly he tilted his head to the side and said <strong>"So...this thing you're doing...how are you doing it."</strong> His breaths were a little more heavy as he sighed out.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Finally  her gaze would fall upon the other within the lounge.    Stopping Salonika in her tracks.    Every feature, detail of the various subtle motions and  poses.   Is wrought with  a intoxicating suggestive overtones of carnal delights.     Her gaze goes instantly to the knife, held in hand and toyed with in idle play.   Denoting some one that felt restless, perhaps even caged.      The inquisitive look she gives, turns to one of puzzlement.     For she is not sure what he meant by what she was doing.<br/><br/>A quick gander of a look tossed behind her.  To see if he meant someone else.   No one through is behind her.   Turning back towards the dark brooding individual.    The drawing of breath that is taken as his words finish.   Is enough to turn that look of puzzlement to one of sudden revelation.   A sly smirk crosses her expression and in sultry voice she would respond back.   As she once again would begin crossing over to fetch herself the sweet roll and coffee.<br/><br/><em>"Do you always question your natural instincts.   Instead of just following them. "</em><br/><br/>She would tease out at him.   As she now moved with a definite provocative sash shay of her hips rolling in a sultry motion.  Her words hold a heat in them that beckon.  As she crosses the room.