rebel rebel bitch bitch [Anelie]

[Johnny Wood]

Johnny checked the time, always interested in how his drinking intervals now started earlier and earlier these days. A bit of light was still clinging to the horizon, but there he was at a nightclub, raging with music and drunken people that he was itching to join. Well, perhaps not the people, but at least add to the ratio of intoxicated partiers. Johnny would be as social or anit-social as he pleased, and on this particular day in June, he was not feeling very friendly. The question was, was he ever feeling friendly? Truthfully, the brown eyed man was quite lusted for, but not because of his ever-present smile or kind remarks. Quite frankly, those did not exist. He had everything a lover would ever need, except a heart.

Being said that Johnny was not a social person at this moment in time, he subtly made his way into the club. There was no need for a dramatic entrace. In fact, he dodged out of the spotlights that spun around and headed straight for the bar, because unlike other loners, he did not stand awkwardly against a wall and wait for interaction- he drank.

"What can I get you?" The bartender questioned. He was buff, but not so intimidating. The bouncers were the ones that threw you out (quite literally, Johnny had found).
"Bourbon." He requested, thinking of anything off the top of his head. Johnny consumed anything on the drink menu, as long as it had alcohol in it. He had never been too picky on anything, save for the women he dated. Sex and relationships are quite different. Sex- not picky, relationships- you better fit the bill exactly.

"I'll pay after I'm done." Johnny stated as his drink was slid across the glass countertop. He took a swig, tossed the flavor around in his mouth, and swallowed, all without the intention of paying. Johnny was known for being broke and always getting laid- being broke even moreso than being laid, which was saying something. He simple sat unsuspiciously at his bar stool, his own bum-like way of dining and ditching. He would leave and the bartender wouldn't even be able to remember his face to report to the cops later. That left Johnny a happy drunk man.

[Anelie Moon.]

Rated R for content & language


pick up the phone and hear you saying dirty things to me ,
do what you wanna do , what you wanna do .

----- Above anything else, Anelie hadn't thought she'd end up in the club tonight. It was a typical night for her, at least, it had been. Practice with the guys, a burger at McDonald's, and that was it. Hadn't expected to change into her party outfit, or to call the taxi to drop her off. Certainly hadn't expected to get in without waiting in line, either-- not that she was complaining. Tonight was all about going with the flow, she told herself silently as she walked in, hands in her pockets, eyes filled with curiosity and mischief. Who knew, maybe she'd find someone who could take a hit, and actually keep it down.

----- Two hours later, the female found herself grinding with someone she didn't know, halfway buzzed, with an amazing adrenaline high. Her hair was a sexy mess upon the top of her head, her plumped lips curving ever so slightly in a sassy smirk as she pulled away from the male when the song ended. He had just been someone to feel up, no name basis, not even fake number worthy. If anything, she wasn't about to give into someone just because they could grind their erection into her leg. They had to spark her interest, even a little, for her to actually acknowledge them. Was it so hard to ask for a little bit of bait before she bothered with the hook?

----- Making her way towards the bar, slightly head banging the entire way, she nodded towards the bartender and flashed him a white smile. He returned the smile, thinking she had been genuine about it. Silly man. "Could I get some JD on the rocks?" Squeezing herself between two bar stools, one being occupied by a male, she tapped the back of her heel against the wooden floor to the loud beat. Tilting her head, she watched the bartender pull up a glass and fill it with a couple chunks of broken ice. As he started to pour the liquor into the glass, she looked to her left towards the male.

----- Took a little more effort to see his face. But it was worth it. Her eyebrows pulled together as she studied his expression, the way he sipped his Bourbon. Mysterious, in a sexy way . . . someone who was a real eye catcher. Perking her lips, she glanced back towards the glass now sitting in front of her. With a sigh, she pulled herself into the seat beside him, crossing her one thigh over the other to the side, keeping her feet close to the stool's lower bars so she didn't accidentally kick him. Raising the glass, she pressed it to her full lips and took a large mouthful, slowly swallowing it down.

----- Finally opening her mouth, she set her half empty glass in front of her and leaned against the bar, her breasts pushing ever so tightly within the tube top. Not at all on purpose. Her tongue rolled over her lips, collecting the alcohol from them before she spoke. "Not much of a dancer?" Her voice raised as high as it needed to reach the male beside her, hoping that he wouldn't ignore her. If anything, she at least wanted to hear his voice, hoping it'd be either a little husky, or raspy. It's only add onto the seductive vibe she could feel pulsing around him.

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[Johnny Wood]

There was a certain vibe that all clubs gave off. It was as if most of the people within the place were just set up there for looks, like extras in a movie. There were very few that were acknowlegable, and very few with the balls to make new acquantances in such a sketchy place. Whenever Johnny found himself consumed by some kind of dancing, flailing crowd, he became uninterested. They were just bodies near his body, and he didn't bother to try to interact. That, and the fact of his previously mentioned anti-social behavior, were the reasons of his ass glued to a bar stool, third drink in hand.

He still hadn't paid, and by now, Johnny had the beginnings of a buzz tickling at his limbs. Long past the days of lightweight, it had become harder and harder to get him drunk. He partially regretted not getting something stronger. If he wasn't somewhat inebriated, it just wasn't as fun to pick up chicks and take them home. Especially when he remembered who they were in the morning. That was never fun.

Johnny crunked on a bit of ice, his very dark eyes boring mindlessly into his emptying glass. He was too involved in his blank minded stare to notice the eyes upon him, and the loud footsteps nearing. Perhaps he was an eye catcher, with his simple white a-shirt and worn blue jeans. Maybe it was the muslced arms that hung from his broad shoulders, or his messy chocolate hair. He sure was a shaggy looking guy, smelling nice but looking sexily dirty. It must have been appealing, but soon enough, someone was trying to interact with him.

With an irritated flick of his eyes, he looked at the girl who had perched herself beside him. He chewed at the inside of his cheek and felt the burn as he swallowed the sip in his mouth. He had been ready to politely ignore the girl, had she not turned out to be a looker herself. No, she wasn't bad, and he couldn't help but watch her full lips move as she spoke- he couldn't pretend that he hadn't heard her. Johnny didn't turn his bar stool towards her, and didn't bother to brush away the strands of his long hard that meshed with his eyesight. He showed barely any interest, but just enough to let her know not to give up.

"Not unless there's a chick's ass in front of me." He replied, hiking up one brow.

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[Anelie Moon.]

Rated R for content & language


pick up the phone and hear you saying dirty things to me ,
do what you wanna do , what you wanna do .

----- Normally, Anelie wouldn't be anywhere near a guy like this while she was this intoxicated. Couldn't afford to give the media something to munch up in one of their magazines. God only knew what they'd actually say if they got proof she was there, trying to pick up a guy who was most likely almost five years older then she was. But at the moment? Couldn't give two shits about about the media, or even the rest of the band. She loved the guys, but at the moment, the only thing that was on her mind was the pulsing between her thighs. If she wasn't' so buzzed, she could have easily gotten her drink, downed it, and took off again to find someone else to rub up against.

----- But because she was so out of it, her mind was shut off, and the only thing to think with now was the instinct to make the fire disappear. Didn't care how it happened, as long as it was with someone who wasn't plain Jane. Someone who she knew wouldn't hold strings the next morning. And from the looks, and feel, of the guy sitting beside of her, it seemed like she had found her guy. As long as he was willing, of course. Just because some guys were into her, didn't mean all would be. That was something she had to consider, half drunk or not. Luckily, she had her ways of finding out if someone was interested enough to give her the release her body seemed to be craving for.

----- Unraveling her legs, she propped them against the bar's stool near the bottom of the steel legs, the horizontal rips in her jeans tightening against her pale skin as she moved. The restraint went unnoticed to Anelie, used to the feeling of denim pulling against her legs. Lifting her glass, she finished it and called for another, glancing towards his own empty glass from the corner of her eye. Looked like he was out, too. Flicking her hand towards him, she held up two fingers; her index and her middle finger, showing the bartender that she wanted him to give Mr. Mysterious another one of what he was having. The bartender made a face, but did as he had been requested.

----- When she finally heard his reply, his voice soothing into her ears, she turned her head to look towards him, leaning on the bar ahead of her. With a sassy smile, she couldn't help but let out a small chuckle under her breath. "Is that an invitation?" Taking a sip of her refill, giving her time to think on her next words, she put the glass down when she was finished and licked her lips again, hoping it would catch his eye. "Think you could keep up with me?" A playful gleam caught her eye as her mischief filled smile returned, her left hand moving to slid down her thigh an inch or so before stopping, fingers teasing the rips.

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[Johnny Wood]

Consider this an off day. Any other night like this, he probably wouldn't be found at a barstool any longer. Within the first hour, he usually had a dance or two with some grinding, whining, moaning slut. He was off to a late start, but Johnny had already diagnosed this girl sitting beside him. He was getting some tonight. From the gleam in her eye, even as drunken as it was, he could tell she wanted to sleep in a foreign bed, wanted something to soothe her throbbing ache and blushing thighs. He could nearly smell the lust all over her, but he made sure not to return the favor or hint at his desire to penetrate. These club hookups were nothing but games.

Johnny's brows knitted when another drink was fixed and tossed to him. He hadn't asked for this one, indicating clearly that this little vixon bought him a drink. He snorted, but did not deny. "If you're trying to pick me up, try not to offend me. Aren't I supposed to buy you a drink?" He reminded, though wasn't really as offended as he stated that he was. He just had a knack, more like a habit, of making people feel stupid. This girl was probably too drunk to feel dumb.

He took a few large gulps from his new drink. If anything was going to happen between them, he didn't want to be painfully sober. And by the looks of it, they were about to dance, judging by her question if he could keep up or not. "I have no doubt. You're far more drunk than I am." He said, and upon finishing his drink, stood from his seat and stared down at the girl flirting with him. He could already tell he would be taller than her, and it was obvious that he was a good couple years older. Honestly, he wasn't picky when it came to things like this. Gorgeous face, rockin' body- she was in the clear so far.

[Anelie Moon.]

Rated R for content & language


pick up the phone and hear you saying dirty things to me ,
do what you wanna do , what you wanna do .

----- Anelie wasn't completely destroyed. She still had a good grasp on herself. But she had drank enough to loosen up enough to not care about what the public eye saw. Or were going to see, if this ever got out to anyone in the media side of town. She could, at any point in time, turn away from whoever this guy was and walk out. Her urge to push him up against the nearest wall was strong, but her sexual endurance was stronger. A lot stronger. That was the main reason she came out on top almost every time she was having an intimate moment with someone. Never gave into teasing, unless she was completely gone, or the one doing it was extremely irresistible.

----- Would he be able to break her streak of endurance, or would he just be another push over who couldn't compete? Hopefully, he at least put up a rough struggle. Anelie was like a playful animal, wanting to play with her pray before taking it's final strike. Who knew. Maybe Cat and Mouse was a game he enjoyed.

----- Raising an eyebrow, Anelie looked towards the glass that was sitting in front of him, her smirk remaining upon her lips, even after he tried to tell her that he was offended. No man would be offended by a women buying him a drink. Anelie had enough street smart to know that. "Lets just say I don't go for the typical approach. I'm not like any other slut in here," And she was telling the truth. She wasn't anywhere close to a slut. Yeah, she was a little horny, but that didn't make her a slut. Never would she drop herself down to that level. "Try and keep that in mind, huh? Might make things easier in the long run."

----- Her tone wasn't anywhere close to being disrespectful, or stern. Not even offended, or concerned that he was trying to play the higher one up between the both of them. No stupidity was felt. No matter how far gone Anelie was, her intelligence could never be mingled with inside her head. On the outside, maybe. Alcohol made even the most proper of people clumsy and foolish, after all.

----- Watching with small interest as he downed most of his drink, a slightly smug smile fluttered for a moment, before the teasing playful one returned to the surface. As he stood up, her head tilted to follow his eyes, even though they took their time reaching them, sliding up his torso. A low sigh left her nose, an image already burning into her retina about what he might look like under those clothes. Only one way to find out. Pulling herself up to a stand, her cup to her lips, she finished off the drink and set it down carelessly, her mind set on making him the first one to suggest they leave and go back to one of their houses. Or, in Anelie's case, hotel room.

----- Don't hold your breath. It'll take a lot to throw me off my beat," Obviously referring to their dancing. Anelie had a way with her movements. So far, she had been able to cause almost every single one of her dance partners to come close to ripping off her clothes in the middle of the dance floor. Hopefully, Mr. whats-his-nuts could bring some kind of challenge. It was never fun when you won something so easily. Grabbing his hands, she stuffed one into a rear pocket on her jeans, and wrapped the other around her waist, giving him something to guide as they edged the dance floor. She didn't want him losing her, and then some cheap whore grabbing onto him before she had a change to relocate him.

----- Guiding the two of them into one of the darkened corners, most dancers near the center of the dance floor than the corners, Anelie pulled herself around and looked up to him, smirk gone. Before she found out which position he wanted to dance in, she needed to know something first. Raising herself up on the balls of the high heels she was wearing, her one hand pressed against his chest for support, she raised herself to his right ear. "You got a name, stud, or am I just supposed to scream bloody hell when he make me reach my peak?" Before pulling away, she took the bottom of his earlobe with her lips. As she pulled away, she moved herself a little so she could get a better look at his face, the hair hanging in front of his eyes making her want to see more and more what he'd look like after she rocked his world.

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[Johnny Wood]

Standing now, the alcohol seemed to run faster throughout his tall figure. He was getting drunker by the second and he wasn't even drinking anymore. He knew once he began dancing, blood flowing and veins throbbing, he would find himself deeper into a stupor. As it was, he was only tipsy, but he could feel adrenaline building up, and he was just itching for this little bitch to stand up and press her ass into him. There were no insecurities, no doubts. In fact, he didn't even feel the awkwardness of talking to a person he just met. The reason for Johnny's lack of a social life wasn't because he was shy or even socially awkward. He kept to himself, unless he was offered a perfect opportunity like this to get down and dirty.

"Good. I like a challenge." He said, smirking a bit, his dark eyes traveling down her body as she stood. She had a figure that could make anyone's mouth water, but Johnny simply chewed the inside of his lip and subtly pictured her nude. He'd be damned if he wouldn't have her in bed later.

She guided his hands onto her body, and he certainly didn't object. Fucking the formalities, Johnny's fingers pressed into the cheek of her ass when she placed his hand in her pocket. The other gently squeezed at her bare hip that was unprotected by her short shirt and low jeans. They basically dragged each other onto the dancefloor, both eager, and both somewhat hiding their desire. When she turned and put her hand flat on his check, he could see the lust in her eyes. Immediatly, he pulled her hips into his and listened to her words that barely rose above the sound of the music.

"It's Johnny. But I'd rather you scream bloody hell." He said, his voice reaching a lower tone than usual, more scratchy and rugged- which was nearly impossible. The tone of his voice had been corrupted with years of endless smoking. He could feel the way her flesh heated up each time he spoke, and the way she looked at him made him grit his teeth with want. But even then, he tilted his head away from her nibble at his earlobe. To add to his act of disinterest, he quickly removed his hand from her back pocket and shoved her gently away. He wanted to see what he could do to her.

Let the game begin.

[Anelie Moon.]

Rated R for content & language


pick up the phone and hear you saying dirty things to me ,
do what you wanna do , what you wanna do .

----- Now that Anelie knew she had his attention, whether he wanted to act on it, or admit it, she didn't entirely know how to approach the situation. Most males would go for anything with two legs. But there were few who had different tastes, different perks that could be toyed with. Some guys liked a woman who took charge, others liked them to submit. Others liked things in different categories, woman who showed themselves off to get them going, others liked them to act secretive, and blush when they were grabbed inappropriately. So where did that leave Anelie?

----- Unlike most females, her top concern was her partner. In this case, Johnny. As long as he was satisfied before morning, she was as well. Of course, theoretically speaking. She wanted to play on his turn ons, get him going to the point where he couldn't hold himself back any longer, where his palms were sweating and his fingers were trembling to rip at her clothes. Anelie wanted to hear him gasp with fury that he couldn't have her the way he wanted to, and where he wanted. If anything, she at least wanted to taste his lips before they left. The way his teeth seemed to be so attracted to pulling and nipping at his lip made her curious. Not that she needed the help.

----- The way his hands took charge after she had placed them made Anelie want to wiggle back into his hips. His hands were cool, making her shudder briefly, but she continued without a complaint. The heat of the dancers was enough to keep the goosebumps away. After she had turned in his embrace, and he roughly pulled her hips to his own, Anelie knew what kind of a man he was. Or he was presenting, at least. One who liked being the one who called the shots, who surprised the other by doing something unexpected and demanding. She'd have to try her hardest to remember to keep any shocked expressions from playing on her face.

----- What she hadn't expected was his movement, pulling his head away, and then taking his hands back after pushing her hips away. Narrowing her eyes as she looked up to him, the right edge of her lips curving into a half smirk. Playing hard to get, was he. Well, two can play at that game. As to how, she just wasn't sure yet. Closing her eyes for a moment, thinking about how she was going to make him regret pushing her away, a pair of hands smoothed over the fabric of her hips, clenching against the rips to her thighs underneath. Someone's lips were in her hair, just beside her ear, a husky breath pushing against her skin as their own hips started to move into hers.

----- It was unexpected, but Anelie could use it to her advantage. She had already picked up that Johnny didn't like others touching what he wanted. The grip he had held on her rear and hip had told her that he wasn't interested in some fool trying to slip his way between them. The male's hips suddenly grinded against her, causing Anelie's lips to part slightly, plan already forming. Her hips reacted, rotating back against the male's crotch, and a low gasp flowed from his lips, half filled with surprise, the other half lust.

----- Winding her arms up around his neck, her eyelids half open, giving her a good view of Johnny's expression. The male's hands slipped a little lower, one of his thumbs dipping into the waist of her pants, trying to see how far his limits were. Anelie did nothing, he wasn't even close to really touching anything as it was, and she was trying to push Johnny her best. Her tongue pushed against her lips, wetting them gently, before mouthing the words "This could all be yours" to him. Anelie hoped that she didn't have to go too far with this asshole to make Johnny cringe and pull her back. Her eyes were, after all, set on him.

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[Johnny Wood]

It was rare when Johnny took something seriously. Relationships were never committed, never serious, and just about anything could happen to him without a single drop of sweat rolling down his forehead. He didn't attend funerals, he didn't thrive on drama, and was never really phased by anything. That is, unless you're pissing him off. Johnny, most obviously, had a short temper. Anger comes at the snap of fingers, followed by the snap of necks. Anger was his only moment of seriousness. If this vixen was trying to make a dent in his composure, it certainly wasn't working at the moment.

He had played her good and hard for a few seconds there, teasing her body with his hips and hands. Their desire was pretty clear, but neither of them were going to admit that they couldn't go another day without feeling the burn of orgasm. When Johnny had pushed her away in one swift motion, he hadn't expected much out of it. Maybe a fleeting expression of concern or rejection, and then an even more lustful return to him, where she worked it even harder than before. Perhaps he really had expected that, and when he happened to actually catch a bit of shock on her features, he grinned cruelly. Then came the unexpected.

He lifted a brow as a pair of arms suddenly appeared and wrapped themselves around her. Eager, drunk arms clutching her desperately- touching his hunk of meat. But Johnny did not react. His brow stayed lifted in a questioning look, but he did not feel a sliver of jealousy. He knew this girl was his tonight, he could tell she hadn't lost interest from the words that she mouthed to him. But perhaps he had to make sure.

Johnny slipped off into the mess of dancers without a single word. Maybe that would surprise her, make her upset that she had lost her catch for the night. He smirked at the thought as he pushed through a few people grinding. It wasn't too long before he found what he was looking for- some young guy, red in the face from extreme intoxication. Piss drunk. Johnny watched the guy kissing up on his girl before she conveniently left to use the bathroom, which he could tell by the words she mouthed.

"Hey, man." He called over the music in a mock concerned voice after waiting a few good seconds. The kid, drunkenly stupid, turned to him. "Isn't that you're girlfriend?" He said, pointing straight towards his play toy girl and the piece of shit guy dancing up on her.

Needless to say, it was moments before a punch was thrown and his seductress target was left without a dance partner. How unfortunate. Johnny weaved his way around the girly fight, which would be broken up rather quickly by a bouncer. His arms found their way around her body and his hips pressed possessively against her round ass. His hands guided her body to press completely against him. He wanted to feel each muscle ripple, hear every sound she made as he grinded himself against the back of her. "This is all mine." He growled into her ear.

[Anelie Moon.]

Rated R for content & language


pick up the phone and hear you saying dirty things to me ,
do what you wanna do , what you wanna do .

----- Above anything else, Anelie certainly hadn't expected to be apart of the cause for a fight. Not in a club like this, either. But, she also hadn't expected to find someone like Johnny, sitting alone, waiting for nothing but the Bartender to forget about him. Sometimes life worked in mysterious ways, guiding you to someone who was life changing, other times, it lead you to someone completely full of shit. And, for some reason, Anelie got the feeling that she had been guided to someone who was both life changing, as well as fill of shit. Well, at least his attitude was now and then. But she wasn't exactly one to talk.

----- Her eyelids had been closed, trying to come up with an escape plan without kneeing the guy in the nuts, so she could go and re-find Johnny. The sudden air at her thighs and the shudder she heard from the male's lips made her eyelids open, seeing a male with his arm extended stiffly in front of her. It wasn't under that the male behind her stumbled that she realized he had been hit. The punch hadn't been that filled with force, which made it difficult to pick it up. Her hands pulled back from his neck, letting him stumble without dragging her along. The male who had served the punch pressed himself against her for a moment, before slipping past with a rough push against her waist, wanting badly at the guy he had just knocked in the face.

----- A bit amused, she blinked and let out a small scuff under her breath. For some reason, she had a small feeling Johnny had been behind the sudden rage that filled the aura in the dancing crowd. Before she could turn on her heels and take off to either go home, or find Johnny, his hands were pulling around her waist and roughly pulling her back against him. A low surprised, arousing grunt left her lips, her eyelids pulling closed as he closed all the space between their bodies. A gentle shudder rolled up her spine as she felt him press against the thin material of her denim pants. Oh yes, she had him right where she wanted. Hopefully, she didn't let herself slip again, and let him know exactly how aroused and lustful she was.

----- Of course, she had thought too soon. His low growl of words had her knees tensing, and her hips rocking back into him incoherently. Anelie's breath escaped her lungs in a distant coo, though it sounded farthest from a calming sound. Her eyelids closed ever so slightly, keeping the low sound of his growl within the back of her mind, driving her to grind her hips harder against him. Her right arm waved up to the back of his neck, her nails not wasting any time to start playing with his tight skin, running against his golden skin just under the neckline of his shirt. Her opposite hand grabbed his own and guided it a little closer to the inside of her thigh.

----- Then why aren't you proving it?" Anelie chimed in, her voice filled with seduction and want. Her head leaning against his shoulder, trying her hardest not to look him in the eyes and lean up to his mouth. It was a fancy she had from the start, and knew it wouldn't pass until she got to taste those luscious lips.

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[Johnny Wood]

Under any other circumstance, Johnny would have been the one to start the fight- even throw the first punch. In this case though, why waste time in romp with a drunk horny kid only to me escorted out without his fun for the night? He wasn't going to pass this up, and the way his rough fingers gripped at her hips, pulling and grinding them back against him was proof of that. She wasn't getting away again, and by the pleasured gasp that tumbled from her lips, it was quite clear that she didn't want to, and almost as if she had been sincerely worried that he wasn't going to return to her. She should know by the looks of him, grungey and rough, that he wasn't one to give up a fight.

Her hips reacted quickly, and her arms wound around his neck. His flesh prickled at the sensation of her feminine nails pricking at him pleasurably, teasingly. It was when she guided his hand to her inner thigh that he tilted his lips down to her neck to give it a soft, sensual kiss. He bit at her neck a little, his fingers sliding up her thigh until he was pressing his hand against the crotch of her thin jeans. Christ, he could feel the heat of her through the denim. Johnny smirked, caressing her a bit before slowly guiding his own hand upward to skim across her soft-skinned stomach.

"I'll show it when I want it. Right now I'm a little bored. You haven't even gotten me hard from this yet." He provoked, pushing his hips into her ass to let her feel his lack of erection. It must have been a change from the constant lump she felt while dancing with other guys. He wasn't sweating her panting. Indeed he was having the urge to tear her clothes off, but he wouldn't dare hint to that at all. His face even tilted away from hers to prevent any chance that they might kiss. Johnny was proving himself to be a bit more of a challenge.

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[Anelie Moon.]

Rated R for content & language


pick up the phone and hear you saying dirty things to me ,
do what you wanna do , what you wanna do .

----- Eeverything was beginning to feel like one of her dreams. That she was really curled up on the tour bus in Lee's arms, innocently sleeping soundlessly, clenching onto her pillow instead of Johnny's neck. But Lee wasn't this comfortable, was he? And no pillow felt this warm, and didn't make such sounds from her nails scrapping against it's soft material. But the aura of a dream was still there, clouding the edges of her mind. Or was it just the alcohol, and she was in denial? Surely someone like Johnny wouldn't be interested in her in any way, right?

----- Clenching her eyelids for a moment, instantly pushing them away, she remembered the confidence she carried and told herself that she was as good, if not better, then any other woman in there. Not only did she have looks, but she had personality. A true personality. Even if Johnny wasn't interested in it, she knew she had it, and that was a lot more then most of the other females in the club could say. Not to mention, she was also talented. Her band was growing, her guitarist skills and vocals were rising with it. Anelie had something to brag about and show off. Why would she waste time doubting herself when she could be focusing on tonight?

----- It wasn't hard not to feel the small roll of goosebumps that played against the back of his neck from her nails. It made a small smile pull at Anelie's lips for a moment, her nails digging a little harder, dragging longer then they had been before. If he was starting to shudder under such a small touch, he wouldn't make it through her entire teasing methods. This was, after all, only the tip of the iceberg.

----- When his lips moved down to her neck, Anelie had no choice but to hold her breath. Like most, her neck was extremely sensitive, and she loved nothing more then for someone to clamp their teeth against her flesh and nip at her like many vampires would in a cheesy horror film. The kiss was light, making the warmth sprout throwout her body, and tingling within her fingers and toes. The bite that followed, she couldn't hold back a small moan from, her head tilting a little away, as if asking for him to unleash any pent up stress or anger into another bite. Of course, she'd never admit her guilty pleasure of being someone's rag doll. Ever.

----- As his hand traveled, her free hand moved to wrap around his leg, her nails sinking into his own jeans, feeling his fingers growing closer and closer. When they finally pressed against her between her legs, her hips rotated and a gentle hiss flowed from the back of her throat. Usually, she wasn't this obvious about how turned on she was. But there was just, something about Johnny that screamed at her-- took away the confidence and endurance she had for herself. The way his fingers and palm formed against her slowly, and started moving, made her body tense and relax constantly, unsure if she wanted to fight against the sensation, or not.

----- When his hand rested against her stomach, one of the most things she was proud of on her body, she took in a small breath to catch her thoughts, and listen carefully to his mutters. When he said that he was bored, Anelie was a little taken back, her eyebrows pulling together. Surely that was a lie. If he was bored, why was he still there, plucking at her last strings? Or, maybe he just wanted to see exactly how far she'd go. The fact that he didn't have an erection didn't surprise her, however. In fact, she had expected it. Men were different in what they wanted in a women. And she hadn't found all his buttons yet, therefore, hadn't managed to get him completely bothered.

----- I'll just have to start trying, then." Her voice didn't hold any worry, or anything that said she was unsure of herself. Confident and collected, Anelie turned within his embrace, his hand now resting on the small of her back. Staring up into his eyes, her own returning a mischief gleam, she dragged her nails down his neck and across the shoulder of his shirt, before pulling it down to his waist. Grabbing one of the loops of his jeans, she cocked her right left up and wrapped it around his left leg securely, closing any space between them. Narrowing her eyes, she leaned her lips up to his ear again. "Name's Anelie, by the way. I can guarantee by the end of the night, you'll remember it whether you want to or not."

----- Pulling her head back, letting her hair rest in a messy fashion upon her head, bangs slightly dipping into her eyes, the hand on his belt loop moved to the front of his pants, popping it effortlessly. Her right hand lifted his shirt a little, making it easier for her right hand to slip up and under it, nails dragging as she moved it up his torso for a moment. Slowly, they returned to his waist, where her thumb and index finger slowly pulled his zipper down, wondering when he'd get fed up and grab her wrist, or if he would at all. When it was fully down, she rubbed herself against the leg she was wrapped around, her eyes glaring into his own, letting him know that she wasn't about to lose this without a fight. Or challenge.

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[Johnny Wood]

Plenty a time, Johnny had played this cruel game, often ending in alleys behind clubs, the bathrooms, even on public couches in the place. Living with his family, it had always been bothersome to them when he came in and out of the house at every hour of the night. They always gave him shit for returning from the bars in their tiny, tiny city with smells of perfume and sex- but it was his release. If anything, he deserved those drunken nights, those girls he picked up to give them a good time. Johnny was no bum by day, always working, always trying. He cooked, he cleaned, he took care of Kenny as if he were a father instead of a brother. When she was 8 months pregnant, Lilly was only a fourth the way as fat as Mama was. The two of them did nothing, which in honesty was better than what Kenny did- everything unhelpful, inconvenient, and unnecessary.

Johnny cleaned the messes that the family made, Johnny cooked the food for mama and the rest of the family that could feed a party of a hundred people, Johnny kept track of Kenny and kept him out of trouble, Johnny brought in all the money, Johnny beat the shit out of the neighborhood kids that made fun of the family he hated. Christ, he deserved this, Anelie grinding herself against his package, scratching at him and letting out subtle moans. His many, many good lays were his reward for supporting people who did not appreciate it.

Come to think of it, he had forgotten how many people he slept with. Too many nights at the clubs or bars, too many times meeting friends of friends and daughters of friends, mothers of friends, sisters of friends. It would have been considerate to let his new play toy know how many times he'd been around, but the topic of conversation wasn't going to come up, and he knew it. Johnny was smart, at least, and there was nothing wrong with him below the belt- luckily. There was nothing that was going to scare this fox away from him now.

When he heard her speak over the music, he noted the huskiness of her voice. There was an aching want in every word she spoke, and every movement she made to swivel her hips back against him. He was sure there were at least a few obvious signs of his desire as well, but he made it a priority to hide them. He continued to bite back his little grunts or groans even as Anelie turned herself around to slide her arm underneath his shirt. A hiss a pained pleasure sucked between his teeth as she dragged her nails across his chest. She would know soon enough how much he enjoyed rough play and unkindness during sex. His short nails bit into her lower back, their hips rocking to the beat all the while.

"And surely you'll remember mine from screaming it so many times." He retorted with confidence to match hers. A hand gripped her thigh when she hiked her leg to wrap around his. He felt himself become a slight bit aroused when she continued to tear at him with her nails, and then unbutton his pants. His arousement wasn't noticeable, and he quickly forced it to fade by the time she pulled down his zipper. In return, his free hand moved down into the back of her jeans to cup her ass, sting her with his jagged nails. "You gonna do somethin' or are you gonna be a cock tease?" He challenged, motioning his eyes to his undone pants. He'd like to feel how well she could handle him.

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[Anelie Moon.]

Rated R for content & language


pick up the phone and hear you saying dirty things to me ,
do what you wanna do , what you wanna do .

----- It was almost irritating as to how Johnny bit back everything he wanted to voice. The groans, the small breathes . . . Anelie fed off those. If he kept holding them back, she was going to start getting fed up, and come close to drawing blood. Hopefully he was into a little rough play, if not a lot. With the way he was going, she had a feeling she'd have to break some skin to get what she wanted. It wasn't a problem, of course. It was just annoying, and time consuming.

----- His hiss didn't go unheard as her nails racked against his chest. A smile of pleasure rolled over her lips, glad she had finally gotten to witness what this lips could carry. So, Johnny was a man who loved it rough? That was a pleasant thought. Meant she wouldn't have to hold herself back like she had to with most males. To gain the final, and her proper, release, she didn't have to worry about leaving them with a few marks and blood trails here and there. Hopefully, he wouldn't be hesitant not to leave some on her. As if to clarify, his own sunk into her skin. The way his own nails shot against her back, she instantly knew that he wouldn't have any problem.

----- I thought you'd rather I scream bloody 'ell, hm?" The small English accent that hadn't faded from being in America for so long played gently within her words, her eyes narrowing a bit. The question in itself was a challenge. It would let Anelie know exactly what he'd rather from her. His name blaring from her throat, or an old curse she was all too used to. Though, it didn't matter what Johnny wanted. She'd scream anything she wanted, and if he deserved it, he'd get his name before they were finished. If he was lucky enough, and they actually made it back to his apartment, house, whatever he lived in, she'd cook something for him in the morning.

----- Anelie wasn't a tag along, and usually didn't like sticking around afterward, but Johnny looked like a man who would enjoy food. And cooking was something she held passionately to her heart, next to the band of course. And, what if he liked the cooking? Maybe he'd want to get together again for a night of drunken lust. No strings attached, of course. Couldn't afford to get herself mixed up into a relationship with anyone. Not to mention, Christian and Lee would kill her if she ended up falling for someone she found in the club. Anelie could hear their protests and lectures now . . . "Are you nuts!? They guy's most likely some creeper, who's really twenty years older than you are! Do you realize how dangerous that is!? He could be a stalker. And stalk you while you're sleeping, or something!"

----- Johnny's firm grip against her thigh had her thoughts drifted of rather quickly, and her mind back in the game harder than before. Even though he was trying his best to hide the fact that he was getting turned on, Anelie had felt the slight change. Letting it pass by as he did his best to hide it, she ignored the fact that she knew she was getting to him, and possibly starting to win. "Didn't take you as such an expansionist." Not that she wasn't herself. Anelie was somewhat of an attention whore. Loved to be in the spotlight, even if she didn't lead on to loving it. When someone said something about her behind her back, she made a scene. Not just because she knew that she'd have something to read in a magazine, but because she loved the adrenaline of twisting someone's words. In this case, she loved feeling females envious over her, or envied over. And the risk of someone catching them in the act made it all the more tempting.

----- Without hesitation, not wanting him to think that she had to run it through her head to give herself an answer, her fingers crawled into the front of his jeans. Her warm palm pushed against the seem in his boxers, feeling around to know what she was dealing with. When she had a good idea, her fingers slid up to his waist band, her nails skimming against the top of the waist band, digging slightly into his skin. "The question isn't if I'm going to do anything, love." Her hand pulled slightly, digging more into the lining of his boxers, inches away from feeling his flesh. "The real question, is if you deserve it."

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[Johnny Wood]

This game could go on forever. There was no telling who was going to give first- him or Anelie, as both seemed determined to withstand all the lustful teasing until one of them either gave up or dropped dead. Every so often, a grunt or a moan would trickle out of one of them, and it was no doubt that they both heard it, but neither acknowledged it. It was a game to see who could lose their composure first, to throw themselves at the other and scream to them "fuck me!" Johnny would be damned if he was the one to break down first, and he knew Anelie thought the same of herself. Even as they bumped and grinded on the dancefloor, hands underneath each others clothing, they were not going to let the other believe they were sweating in their boots. Never.

Johnny's skin was rippling from pain that was almost getting him hard, but he fought back the arousing feeling. He wouldn't shame himself in front of her, or anyone. They would keep fighting this battle until they were both left bleeding and sore- something they actually may like. It was certain by the gasps and groans coming from the two of them that they did, indeed, like painful sex. Johnny could feel his skin almost ripping wherever she dragged her nails. He was chewing hard on the inside of his lip now, creating more pain that was getting him hotter than ever.

"Don't care, as long as you're screaming." He replied, squeezing at her thigh and ass even harder. Johnny never disappointed in bed, even if he sincerely didn't care about the person he was having sex with. He wasn't going to let himself have a bad reputation when it came to things between the sheets. Along with being nicely built below the belt, he had the skills to match. If he was good at anything at all, he was good at pleasing a woman. Now why couldn't he get a job?

He had been completely fine in keeping himself cool until Anelie decided to fish down his pants. Johnny's muscles suddenly became rigid, and he knew as soon as she began to touch him down there, he would grow from arousement- and he would let himself. She was allowed to know what she would be dealing with tonight. But for the time being, she played, just teasing, just proding and stroking around the area with her fingers. Johnny would have growled with frustration had they not been playing this game. Instead, he kept quiet, simply leaning into her touch, pressing his hips forward into her hand as if to say "touch me."

"What do you think?" he whispered into her ear, voice deep and quiet, though somehow making it over the music. "Do any of us deserve it? Do you?" He questioned, hand releasing her thigh and ass so he could unwind his leg from hers. He pushed her back with his body a few steps until her back rested against the wall. Just as she had done, Johnny popped open the button to her jeans, unzipped them, and dipped his fingers quickly within her undergarments. "If you move, I move." He threatened.

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