OHH: Private thread - Tony&Elia
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				Title: <strong>OHH: Private thread - Tony&amp;Elia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 19:10:23</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: OHH: Private thread - Tony&amp;Elia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 19:35:09</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> :P</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tony stood in the entryway leading to his parents' grand ballroom in the London house. The ridiculous gathering consisted of chosen elite members of European upper society, businessmen and their girlfriends, old money and their trophy wives, the usual... All pretending to care about some homeless shelter in the city while using every opportunity to find new scoop about the next person. The boy, who looked nothing like one in his tailored armani and with his hair immaculately cut, nodded to a man who walked by and then continued scouting the crowd for one of the daughters. Usually good fun to be had with one of them in these things...<br><br>Elia sat in a chair on the veranda, legs poised neatly, one over the other, as she let her gaze peruse the pristinely manicured grounds. She had, of course, been nudged into attending this particular soiree. And by nudged, she meant forced. She sighed heavily. These parties were such an utter bore. The haughty chatter, the socialites preening themselves for a chance to wink and fawn over a well endowed heir. Nauseating really, and not at all her preferred method of interaction, not that she was all that interested in that regard much at all. Eyes flickering towards the swelling crescendo of noise as the party goers trickled in one by one, her gaze fell upon a particularly well groomed specimen who looked as equally dull and contrived as the rest of them. She pursed her lips and leaned back slightly, wondering idly when she could slip out without being detected.<br><br>Tony let his dark gaze travel the crowd with a bored look on his face, though the arrogance was dripping off that as any other expression he ever adopted. Pickings were slim tonight it seemed, not even that twat the Brimbleton girl was around. Not that he particularly fancied to see her, but once he got past the idiotic smile on her face he'd enjoyed himself quite nicely for a fuck in the library. About to give up and seek out a waiter with whiskey on a tray, his lips quirked in a small grin. Ah. Look at that. And freh meat too. He walked the room towards the veranda, neatly and gracefully avoiding any physical touch despite the considerable crowd, and kept his eyes on the girl who'd been eyeing him just then. Pretty blondem he'd deducted but changed his mind and praised his luck when he reached the veranda. Gorgeous blonde. He walked lazily towards her with the arrogant grin in place and his hands tucked nonchalantly into his pockets, managing to make it look as if the slight dishevel of the jacket was tailored along with the fine suit<br><br>Tony: it's alright, you can look<br><br>Tony: said and walked to her side<br><br>Elia as she pondered her ability to snake her way down the trellis in five inch stilettos, her solitude was rather abruptly interrupted by the little slice of well-to-do pie she had caught a glimpse of not moments before. Upon closer inspection, he wasn't exactly unappealing, but that arrogant smirk was going to get him nowhere with her. Least of all when paired with the choice words he elected to introduce himself with. The gentle curve of his voice, the flick of his tongue. Ah, Italian. Enough said. God's gift to women those men thought they were, so his commentary certainly fit his ceaselessly romancing lineage. Taking a steady breath and letting a slightly disinterested look flit across her visage as she put a delicate finger to her temple she gave him a once over.<br><br>Elia: Intriguing... but predictable.<br><br>Tony arched a brow momentarily but it fell back down and he showed no further sign of surprise at her quip. One of those, huh? Amongst the brood of airheads and fangirlies, there was always the occasional bitter and sarcastic one. No doubt been le down by some prince charming and decided the whole world should benefit from her bitching and frozen self. Those, he'd found out more often than not, were not as easily manipulated into compromising positions, but they were butter in his hands if he just found that one right button to push. Looking her over, he was quite entertained by the idea of padding her down for hers. Not that he assumed she'd let him so much as touch her. Yet.<br><br>Tony: the most dangerous of assumptions,<br><br>Tony said and flashed her a little grin, settling next to her and leaning back in a comfortable manner, undoing the top three buttons of his shirt and loosening the knot of his tie<br><br>Tony: scusa... I haven't introduced myself<br><br>Tony then said, the italian slipping into the sentence without him noticing<br><br>Tony: Tony. Mariatti<br><br>Tony grinned slightly and gave her a subtle once over<br><br>Tony: which of the clans in there do you belong to?<br><br>Elia watched his eyes travel the length of her and the admittedly sensuous italian drip from his lips, and let her mind wander to the prospect, despite his dime-a-dozen rich boy attitude, of perhaps having a little fun with this one. Afterall, if she was going to have to endure the torture that was one of these events, she at least ought to indulge herself in a little in terms of distraction. In this case, Italian thoroughbred distractions, recalling some little tidbit rumoured about their stamina and letting a seductive smirk finally light up her features.<br><br>Elia: Elia... and the Marcheline brood to be exact.<br><br>Elia her words bent with the slight french air she had never quite been able to rid herself of, despite her lengthy stay in England<br><br>Elia switching one leg for the other, she felt the soft silk of her dress ride up lightly along her thigh as she appraised his potential.<br><br>Tony: it is a pleasure, Elia<br><br>Tony said in a lazy drawl, blatantly letting his gaze follow the movement of her legs and thoroughly enjoyed the sight of smooth, delicious thighs hinted at by the dress<br><br>Tony: ...or could be<br><br>Tony allowed a note of humor enter his eyes as he looked into hers, then shifted his weight and gestured towards the door behind them<br><br>Tony: not much for a crowd?<br><br>Elia brow quirking a bit at his rather forward suggestion, she paused. He didn't seem like the overtly clingy, emotional types, so what she had allowed her mind to graze over in regards to distractions didn't seem like a risk. So, in other words, she could ride the italian thoroughbred to her heart's content without the chance of attachment or committment becoming an issue. Which suited her just fine. Hand sweeping along the back of her neck to tug her lengthy locks into place over one shoulder, she relaxed back into the chair, effectively letting the hem of her dress inch its way higher, letting the tepid breeze caress her exposed skin.<br><br>Elia: I prefer a livelier scene.<br><br>Elia lets her fingers trace slowly from the nape of her neck.<br><br>Elia: I derive pleasure from a wide variety of things.<br><br>Elia gaze wanders to the swelling crowd.<br><br>Elia: But that, is not one of them.<br><br>Elia eyes flicker back to his.<br><br>Elia: And your own... preferences?<br><br>Tony the sight of delicate skin on her neck had his body temperature rising a little bit but he kept his cool and even when her hand trailed the gentle curve down to her shoulder he didn't flinch. But as cool as the exteriour was, the italian blood was beginning to boil under the surface. She was breathtaking, and it was only enhanced by the fact that she was, in all effect, a challenge now. She hadn't blushed and stammered or jumped him like a bitch in heat. And as he took in her words, loaded with something far more interesting than chatter about parties or at least in his mind, he arched his brows and leaned against the back of the chair, stretched one foot out onto the floor but kept the other firmly placed on the ground.<br><br>Tony: I prefer crowds for some things. For other ...activities, I prefer a more select company<br><br>Tony he looked into the room behind them, over her shoulder, and followed the movement of a couple in there. The pair sneaking off towards one of the service halls.<br><br>Tony: do you like to play hide and seek, Elia?<br><br>Tony he asked and stood up, squinting slightly and eyes still on the couple that now disappeared through a door<br><br>Elia she took note of a moment of distraction in his gaze, and felt a mischievous glint flood her own at that very simple sentence. Game playing... the singular and perhaps only way to gain her brief attention. The corner of her lip tugged into a serene and calm expression, though her insides were writhing in delight. Lifting herself upright sinuously, she sauntered towards him and let her gaze follow his own, catching just a hint of movement at the edge of the party, before eyeing him curiously over her shoulder.<br><br>Elia: I suppose you'll see... won't you.<br><br>Elia though aching to trace her hand along him in some way, shape, or form, she holds off. Knowing that anticipation heightened nearly every sense when it came time to do the 'catching' in this particular game. Turning away from him and disappearing into the crowd with only a brief glimpse backward, she smirked, and proceeded to wind her way towards a door on the far end of the gently swaying crowd.<br><br>Elia pushing the door aside gently, she vanished behind its mahogany frame and into the dimly candlelit hall it guarded, eyes searching deftly for a concealed corner.<br><br>Elia spies an empty study in her periphery and let's the soft clacking of her heels fade away into plush carpet as she moves swiftly out of sight and into the swathing of darkness.<br><br>Tony chuckled as the girl took him up on the mischief and walked into the crowd, disappearing from sight within moments. It didn't even occur to him that she'd just been walking away from the interaction, no. So... she liked playing, did she? He strolled back into the room and down a corridor to where a staircase made up the heart of the house and led to various parts of it. A house elf planted himself in a doorway with a disapproving look that told the young man where a girl was to be found. The house elf moved aside, dancing nervously from foot to foot but would never dare speak up against the Mariatti. They didn't like his little randevous, the ugly critters.<br><br>Tony: A short walk landed him in front of his father's study and he pushed the door open in a slow, gentle movement, reaching to turn the light off so the room was completely darkened. He'd caught a glimpse of her though, and faced in that direction while closing the door and leaning lightly against it with his wand in hand in case she'd try to cast a lumos.<br><br>Tony: (^dips in red)<br><br>Tony: come out come out where ever you are...<br><br>Tony he murmured in a low, rumbling voice<br><br>Elia the quiet whisper of breath was all that she allowed herself to issue as her eyes adjusted slowly to the abrupt lack of light. Without the sense of sight though, her other senses were in overdrive, absorbing every little sound and movement. And the low taunt of his, wracked a sweeping brush of heat along her entire body. She caught sight of his form once her eyes adjusted a fair bit, and could not help but let out a breathy snicker at seeing him wand in hand. Slipping sideways she moved stealthily towards the massive wooden frame of what she assumed was some form of desk, and perched herself lightly atop it. Leaning back on her palms, she traced his form wantonly and let out a low sigh.<br><br>Elia: and what would you do if you caught me... hmmm?<br><br>Elia whispers teasingly, biting her lower lip to stifle any other noises that might give her away.<br><br>Tony: when I catch you...<br><br>Tony he rumbles quietly as he moves towards a soft sound of whisper, locating her form a darker shadow in the room.<br><br>Tony: I'm going to show you...<br><br>Tony he continues, circling her like a predator, wand long tucked away and fingers twitching slightly into a curl with desire to grab hold of her<br><br>Tony: just how much fun it can be...<br><br>Tony he edges closer, places his hands on either side of her where she's perched up on the desk and leans in, forcing her to lean back<br><br>Tony: to get caught<br><br>Tony dipped his head down and brushed his lips down the length of her neck, paused to nip lightly on her collarbone and then brought his cheek against hers, lips near her hear<br><br>Tony he didn't hesitate to touch her intimately like this, both for the mask of darkness and his own natural confidence that she would not resist him or deny him<br><br>Tony but he didn't linger. He pushed himself away and took a few steps backwards, shrugged the dark jacket off his shoulders and tossed it onto a coffee table, and dropped into a deep leather armchair, the white shirt a contrast to the ebony color around it.<br><br>Tony: tag<br><br>Elia follows his movements with her eyes, never letting her gaze any further than his circling form, reveling in the hunt. Feels her breath hitch a moment as he approaches, but leans back willingly as his form encompasses her own. Craning her neck in response but refraining from putting her own hands on him, she let him explore, not in the least bit shy about letting a stranger have his way with her. It wouldn't be the first time. He moved away just as swiftly as he came though, and she arched herself up slowly to follow his path with her eyes. His words were a clear challenge, and no hint of fear or reluctance trickled through her veins, only pure and utter confidence in her abilities to rise to the occassion.<br><br>Elia slipping off the desk she cocked her head to the side and examined his seated form.<br><br>Elia: New game...<br><br>Elia her voice trailed off seductively as she approached him and set herself to climbing atop him in one lithe movement, lowering herself down slowly onto his lap and feeling the meager straps of her dress fall a little in her movements, revealing the gentle curve of her breasts as they sat inches from his face.<br><br>Elia: Only one rule...<br><br>Elia moves her hips slightly, rocking them against his cock lightly, smirking lightly at the fact that she was not often one to wear undergarments whatosever.<br><br>Elia: Your hands stay on the chair...<br><br>Elia leans in to trace her lips along his strong jaw before pausing at his ear.<br><br>Elia: If you touch me...<br><br>Elia lets her hands trace down his chest, as she grinds herself in one smooth motion along the fabric guarding his cock from her.<br><br>Elia: Game over.<br><br>Tony he smirked when she sauntered over and climbed up onto him, satisfied that his taunt had brought him these reults though it had admittedly never been an option to him that it wouldn't. He glanced down at the swell of her breasts, about to lean down and place his lips on the soft skin when she started making demands. Rules... And in complete contrast to all the usual rules, she nudged herself onto his cock and the arousal that had started to stir him grew along with the bulge in his pants. His hands came around her to rest on the back of her hips but he'd barely touched her when she spoke the rule and his hands dropped reluctantly to rest on the chair, fingers splayed on the wide, padded armrests and his elbows resting on them too. His eyes followed her touch but his attention was on the gentle brush of air on his neck, her warm breath and her words. Another grind and he rocked his hips up to grind right back while the movement positioned her directly on his cock when he relaxed them down. His gaze moved to her eyes and then dropped to her chest again and this time he didn't stop there. He leaned down and pressed kisses onto the swell of her breast, swiping his tongue onto the skin in each kiss as if to taste her. A soft groan eminated from him, rumbled onto her weilding flesh before he pulled back with a smirk<br><br>Tony: alright<br><br>Elia with a brief acceptance of her terms, she began to snake her fingers delicately into the half undone knot in his tie, she tugged it loose and pulled it over his head. Feeling the luxurious fabric graze her fingertips, she placed it gently over his eyes, retying the knot gently behind his head as her hands moved down the back of his neck and her fingernails dug lightly feeling the thick length of his cock nestle just inside her lips.<br><br>Elia: No peeking.<br><br>Elia as soon as she was assured his line of sight had been blocked, she grasped at the edge of her dress' fabric and tugged it swiftly over her head, letting her breasts fall free and her lengthy hair fall in cascades as it was released, tickling the small of her back. Placing her hands on top of his, she ground herself onto him slow at first. Paced, deliberate movements as her hips pushed her harder into his swelling cock with each swipe.<br><br>Elia he was nearly inside of her already, if it weren't for the layers of clothing, as each forceful rock nestled him further inside her. A soft moan escaped her lips as she increased her tempo, fingers grasping at his own as her arousal grew with each... deepening... grind.<br><br>Tony he watched her remove his tie but then closed his eyes with eyebrows raised, allowing her the indulgence of toying with him in this manner. His lips parted and the tip of his tongue swept briefly across the bottom lip at the feel of warmth on his cock through the thin layers of clothes. Fuck she was hot, who walked around a formal event like tonight without underwear? Where the hell had this girl been when he'd settled for that girl last time just to scratch an itch...<br><br>Tony: no peeking<br><br>Tony he echoed and rolled his shoulders back, wondering what she'd do next. A gentle touch of air on his face told him she'd moved swiftly and an enticing scent he knew to be the fragrance of her skin from his previous exploration made its way to him, tickled his senses. His fingers curled slightly on the armrest, but that was all the reaction she got to the potential that she'd removed clothes off her body that he was now deprived of seeing or feeling. But then her small hands came ontop of his and he instinctively cheated the rules a little by tucking them into the firm grasp of his own, pressing them onto the armrest.<br><br>Tony: fuck...<br><br>Tony he rumbled quietly under his breath when the girl started grinding onto him and he was absolutle certain that she was rubbing her naked pussy on him because he could feel ever increasing warmth from her, betraying her arousal. A brief thought of stains in his clothing was pushed aside by a deeper grind and he was rocking his hips rhythmically up to meet her pace, qiucken it. The erection was verging on painful the way it was constrained and he thrust roughly up into her body<br><br>Tony: take out my cock<br><br>Tony he demanded and let go of her hands for that purpose, but kept his own on the armrest. For now.<br><br>Tony: Take it out, ride me properly<br><br>Tony his voice still demanding, a low tone and a growl smoothed by the italian accent<br><br>Tony: scopami...<br><br>Elia his words were riddled with need... want... and a command that sent a slight shiver down her spine. She was not often one to heed another's demands, but the ache, the deep fiery burn that had begun to grow as a result of her teasing, left her wanting more. Lifting herself, she slowly undid the top button and roughly tugged aside the fabric, wrapping her fingers around his hard cock, she set if free from its bindings and felt her eyes wither away in desire at just his size. He had felt enormous already, but this... was beyond her expectations. Turning herself around, she lay herself against his sculpted chest, still swathed in the designer fabric she was half tempted to rip away, and reached back to place her hand on the back of his neck as she ground her ass steadily against his cock, issuing low moans as his hot flesh dragged along her backside.<br><br>Elia: No...<br><br>Elia no novice at foreign languages, his words set fire to her core, as she wavered on the rules to her game.<br><br>Elia deepening her voice to a sensuous purr, she challenged his words.<br><br>Elia: scopami e lasciami i lividi...<br><br>Tony: fuck...<br><br>Tony the word left his lips in a breath at the now direct touch of her hands on his cock, the relief over being freed from the trap that were his pants soon overwhelmed with an urgent need to feel more of her. He could deal with not being able to see her, the game in itself a turn on as well, but the no touching... that wouldn't do. When he felt her lean onto his chest and her ass grind against him, ride his length without the satisfaction of penetration, he swiftly grabbed her hips. His fingers dug into the flesh as he moved her and bucked his hips, guided her onto him and pushed himself into her in a single, rough thrust. Her warm, wet pussy stretched around his girth that throbbed even more now that he was where he wanted. The position allowed him to enter her at an angle that made him crash into her front wall in each of the tight, hard thrust that followed the first. His hands roamed her body greedily after a moment, grasping her waist, her shoulders to keep her steady while he pounded up into her. He felt her breasts bounce when he moved his hands to cup them and a low growl of a sound carried from him before he cupped the perfect mounds and kneaded them without the slightest mercy, crushed them onto her chest and trapped her nipples between his fingers.<br><br>Tony: ...fucking gorgeous...<br><br>Tony he groaned onto her skin, lips tasting her shoulder, her neck<br><br>Elia rough hands against her hips caused her to gasp at the abrupt contact. Though that sound was immediately cut off as his head pushed past her lips and impaled her in one swift motion, and her breath came rushing out in a guttural, exasperated moan.<br><br>Elia: Ungh!<br><br>Elia her walls stretched to the max trying to accomodate the immense throbbing cock that thrust into her, she had to bite her lip quite forcefully to keep from screaming out his name and alerting the entire place to their activities.<br><br>Elia the eager kneading of her breasts caused her shoulders to hunch forward and a shiver run the length of her spine.<br><br>Elia turning her head to the side, she did the unthinkable and actually claimed his lips hungrily. Tongue massaging his own with each passing swipe, only pausing to throatily demand more of his attention.<br><br>Elia: Fuck me... Harder...<br><br>Elia illustrating her point, she began tightening her pussy, as she slammed back into him, the slap of flesh on flesh echoing throughout the empty study.</div></div>
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