<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/033/2/9/Insane_by_ValentinaKallias.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Nionette Carter<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Apartment 2B (Home of Nionette, Gabriel), the halls<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kaleb, Anyone<br/><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th 2012<br/><strong>Time</strong>:7(ish) A.M.<br/><hr/><br/>Nette let out a tiny gasp, followed by a pleased grin when a strong arm wrapped around her and pulled her in close and tight to him. Blue eyes lifting, she met his gaze for a moment before they shared a long, lingering kiss. It wasn't entirely soft... there was no love in it, but there was pleasure, and mutual need. Shaking hands lifted, resting lightly against his chest and wrapping fingers around his hoodie's fabric as a tiny moan left her lips and she tasted him. When he finally pulled back, she grinned at him. "Whatever you say, handsome," she murmured to him. Honestly, she was just as happy about the business first aspect... it meant she'd be flying high by the time he was inside of her, and the first moans she uttered with him would be released while she was lost to the oblivion of her drug.<br/><br/>She waited until he left the room to hurry to her bed. Pushing one corner aside, she lifted up a floor board and reached her hand beneath it, in to the small cubby hole not even Gabriel was aware of. Shoving her hand past her most prized possessions, she produced her "kit". Spoon, bottle of water, needle... everything she needed to make it happen. Closing and covering her cubby again, she turned and hurried after him, slipping in to the apartment and shutting the door behind her, her fingers flicking the deadbolt in to place. Thank goodness the row had had at least one paranoid inhabitant over the years. Granted all it would take was a few good kicks and the door itself would fall apart, but the point was the same... no one was getting in without effort, and few people in the row cared to expend that much energy on anything other than their next fix or their work.<br/><br/>Moving to him, her hips swayed tantalizingly and as she looked at the drug on the table, she licked her lips. Shaking hands produced a wad of cash and as he rolled his blunt, she tucked the money in to his hoodie pocket. A moment later and she was mixing the drug and the water together before tugging her sleeves up, revealing heavily bruised and battered arms. She looked like she'd been in a prize fight, but she hardly seemed to notice as she tied off her arm and tapped at her inner elbow a few times, flicking and smacking until a lovely blue vein shone through her pale, somewhat thin skin. Chewing her lip, she pressed the needle in to her flesh and let out a soft sigh, followed by a low, almost primal moan as the drug hit her blood and began being pumped through her system.<br/><br/>Another moan, her head falling back as she withdrew the needle and set it and the rubber band she'd lifted from a clinic aside on the table before looking back at Kaleb. Grinning at his words, she let out a happy, breathy little laugh. "Whatever you want..." she repeated, before looking down at the head of his member showing from within his boxers, "... big boy." Crawling toward him, she was careful to let her hips sway some as she moved, revealing her body's lithe, catlike movements. Grinning, she lifted her hands and gently tugged his boxers down around his thighs were it would be easier to get to his cock without fear of getting a mouthful of fabric. Leaning down, her tongue trailed from base to tip and her blue eyes lifted to watch his face.<br/><br/>She studied his features as she took her time, caressing her tongue over every natural ridge, bump, and smooth length of skin. She teased his head, swirling her tongue around it before slowly lowering her lips around him. Her suckling was gentle at first, careful to build him up. As long as she'd been at the Row, she'd never known Kale to sleep with anyone... prostitute or junkie. That didn't mean he didn't, of course... it just meant that she'd never seen it, and she didn't want to risk bringing him to his release too rapidly. Moaning at the taste, her tongue lapped up a bead of glistening precum as she took more and more of him in until she was gagging slightly on him, but still lowering her head, eager to slide the whole of him down her throat if possible.<br/><br/>Oh yes… just like a dealer sells and hopes people get hooked and come back… Nette was careful to do all she could to make this an addictive experience for him, so as to ensure he’d come back in the future.