HERE AND NOW *

[desiree ryan sinclair]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] IT'S NOW OR NEVER [style=background-color: #ffffff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; height: 50px; opacity: 0.6;] FOR TRISTAN 702 WORDS [/style] the babbling of the crowd was so beautiful with the synthesized beat of the music, flowing through the molecules of air like medicine to them all. this was life - this was living the way you should, as her back arched and hips rolled forward ever so slightly, exhaling lightly but hearing it echo back into your head like the top of an icy mountain, spearmint and goosebumps. her own icy medicine was spilled into the small dent into her navel. desiree felt the trail of silver patron overflow just a bit and trickle down the side of her waist, pocketed perfectly within the curve. a melodic giggle dropped from her lips, and muscles bent and stretched as she lifted the arms over her head, closing her eyes (the warm tongue slipped across where the tequila lay in a puddle, the tickle making her stomach flex but she left the azure eyes closed). the identity was unknown, whoever had taken the shot, but something in desiree's mind told her she wouldn't have permitted someone she didn't have a fond regard of. her eyes opened to felly's face, and some of her memory cleared up a bit. she wished it was jamie. desiree gave her head a small shake, attempting to clear her head from those thoughts. as much as she wished she could rebel against every feeling she had for him, desiree couldn't bring herself to kissing anyone else since the whole drama with jamie had occurred. des pulled herself up to a sitting position, dragging her legs off to the side of the uncomfortable wood table. her fingers stretched out to grab the jean fabric of the button-down throwover, tossing it on and fumbling to tie the front rather than button it the right way. her delicate ankles pushed themselves onto the ground and she stood precariously, reaching out and grasping felicity's hand with a laugh. the party was for maya, and was a great party - just as the parties she threw always were. who didn't want to go to a huge, beautiful house, free of parental guidance and any charge, with beautiful woman, sexy men, and a hole shit ton of alcohol? an idiot, that's who - and desiree had always insisted on throwing parties for her fellow female royals. it tended to emasculate the boys and she allowed them to do their own thing because des found it fun to show up at their parties. but the last several royal birthday parties had been at des central. this was looking like one of the best in a while - a hundred or more people had already shown, and it was most likely only eleven or twelve. more would show later. the mood had changed a bit, from crazy fun to the dance floor, and the two most wanted girls at the school weaved through the crowd, entrancing their own favorites. almost as if communicating through the tracks on their fingers, the two released their hands, parting and heading their separate ways. fingers grasped at the skin on her waist, legs brushing against hers as she fitted easily in with the crowd, felicity only a few feet from her, and before she had to wait long, hands were on her waist, a source of warmth pressing against her from behind, and a wicked smile took over her lips. this part of the house was dark, only fluorescent colored lights sweeping occasionally across her delicate features (fingers brushed the curls away from her neck, feeling a strong jaw near) as her eyes hungrily slipped close, allowing her thoughts to stray from the face she had spent so long wanting. the alcohol would haze everything - not enough that she'd be willing to do anything near what she wanted with jamie, but enough that her form swayed, more freely, feeling the occasional brush of felicity's attire against her side (felicity had her own, had spotted him a few moments before), and des was still left wondering about who was behind her. she turned to face him, her knee slipping between his legs a bit in the close proximity as she looked up and into his familiar face with a sudden smirk. tristan dalton - someone desiree knew only because of the many college students she was in close with. their relationship hadn't been close before, but desiree was more than convinced they had both heard more than a little about the other. attire

[Tristan Michael Dalton]

It wasn't like Tristan to miss a party, even if it was for a High School girl he'd never even heard about before tonight. He had been told about it and he was going, no doubt about that, maybe this time he'd even get to meet the infamous Desiree Sinclair his friends told him about so much. He'd seen her around from time to time, it wasn't as if it was hard to catch a glimpse of this beautiful teenager anywhere. Her beauty stood out even in a room full of beauties, this was probably why she was the leader of them all. They reached the party much earlier than intended, having run out of alcohol to drink in their "awesome" college pre-party. Usually, they only held these so they didn't arrive to the party on time and they would only spend it getting drunk in someone's room before piling into a car and driving to the party. He didn't know if there had been more people than planned today, or if his usual drinks just didn't cut it anymore but he didn't really feel drunk. His world was hazy and the beat of the music only made it feel more unreal, his tipsy mind suddenly felt the need to question him what he was doing with his life. Why wasn't he doing something more productive? Was his dad watching him right now? Was he disappointed in what his son had turned out to be? Angrily, he downed two shots at the same time, trying to concentrate on the bitter taste in his mouth and the uncomfortable burning he felt going down his throat instead of the potentially hurtful questions that wanted to run through his mind.

It wasn't long before he noticed her. Desiree. Lying on the wooden table as another girl did body shots off her and Tristan couldn't stop the moan that left his mouth at the sight. He was about to go over and ask if he could do one himself when she got off the table and walked off, and unconsciously, Tristan followed. The way she danced was hypnotic, it was as if she knew exactly what to do to get what she wanted from the male population. As if she knew the exact way to move her hips and raise her hands, as if she knew how perfectly fuckable she looked when she ran her hands through her hair that way. He didn't even notice when he stepped near her, stripping off his shirt in the process and leaving it on the floor for someone to find or, more probably, puke over. The way her skin felt when he put his hands on her waist was almost enough to make him pull her to him and beg her to let him take her to bed with him but his male pride got in the way. She might be the hottest fucking thing he'd seen in a while but it wasn't like he was a sex starved animal just begging for his release anyway. Long ago, he had learned the way girls liked to be touched and treated; and soon he did just that: he pulled her hair away from her face softly, he breathed on her neck lightly, leaving a trail of feather light touches all over her body. She turned to look at him soon enough.

"Desiree Sinclair, finally we meet. Words don't do you justice, you are even more beautiful than what people have used to describe you and believe me, that is hard to accomplish." His voice was deep and smooth, his words chosen carefully to seduce her. He didn't think he would actually succeed though, it always took time with the royal girls; he had learned that much while back in high school. Seeing as how they were the most beautiful girls in school, they played much harder to get than some of the other girls in school, and usually that worked. Then again, he had heard a lot about Desiree, so maybe he'd get lucky. Maybe she'd actually let go and let herself be seduced by him tonight... Either way, Tristan wasn't giving up without a fight. He didn't think it would be hard, he considered himself a pretty attractive guy... But he had to play his cards just right to get what he wanted from this girl.

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Notes: i think being shirtless helps a lot... how bout you?
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[desiree ryan sinclair]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] IT'S NOW OR NEVER [style=background-color: #ffffff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; height: 50px; opacity: 0.6;] FOR TRISTAN 739 WORDS [/style] the lights made her head swim with excitement and tranquility kneaded into some big mess in the tipsy realm her brain had become. heavy beats seemingly took over the place of her heart and pumped the blood for her. she felt fingers drawing the hair away from her neck, and desiree's hands creeped up to rest loosely in the air as her hips rolled responsively, involuntarily shivering as she felt a light breath across her neck and shoulders, raising goosebumps on the sensitive skin. a small smirk perked her lips and she ran her tongue over her top lip as she slowly turned into the form before her. desiree's fingers registered bare skin before her eyes did, though she did let her unfocused gaze cast over his stomach with an interested gaze, one perfectly arched eyebrow perking up a small bit. her gaze finally focused on his head - and a name popped helpfully into her brain. tristan dalton - not a resident of manchester, but rather one of the nearby college. desiree had to say she was flattered that he had shown up to a high school party, but then again, she wasn't too surprised. the college guys knew she threw the best parties, and it wasn't rare for them to make an appearance. this particular one was someone she had wanted to be formally introduced to from a distance. they had each seen each other - making out with some random pawn they found at a party, watching the other drinking like crazy from the other side of the room. always hungry for the other - which was a relationship desiree rarely had, but considering tristan looked the way he did, there was no denying the lust that was there. before she found something witty to pull through her foggy brain, he was already speaking, nearly murmuring into her ear in their close proximity, and her knee slipped between his legs as she pressed forward just a small bit, tight in proximity to him and the rest of the dancing crowd. "desiree sinclair, finally we meet. words don't do you justice, you are even more beautiful than what people have used to describe you and believe me, that is hard to accomplish." his words brought a predatory smile back to her lips, and her eyes slipped over his studying the formality and underlying sexual tension in his voice. she hadn't really heard his voice until now - not up close, at least, and desiree was sure he'd had endless nights murmuring to himself, trying to find the perfect pitch to lure a stunningly innocent girl like herself into his bed. ha. "tristan dalton. i could say the same." her tone was bland but her eyes conveyed a different message, dropping to rest on his lips. she tilted her chin up, trailing a gaze so powerful he might have been able to feel it down to his throat. her mind was filled with memories, one more fresh than others - one with jamie, that she had never been able to realize. one of the few that she hadn't been able to achieve, and of course it had to bother her the most. a brief current of irritation brought her eyes back up to his, tilting her head to the side slightly as she studied him with curiosity. "though someone like me is generally prepared for surprises." she finished her earlier thought in a suggestively smoldering tone, bringing her hands up to curl around his neck. it was time to forget. which was something she was good at, right? fucking everything up, and then fucking to forget. her nails dragged up his neck to rest in the base of his hairline, animosity flooding her as she struggled to ignore her nasty temper. "a high school party? i have to say i'm flattered that you showed up, frat boy." her tone was light and teasing as she voiced her earlier thoughts, conveying none of the anger she was experiencing. "have a thing for maya?" desiree had leaned in now, her voice saying maya's icily as she jutted her jaw out rebelliously and dropped her eyes to his lips once more. it wasn't as if she had any sort of dislike for maya - she had thrown this party, for christ's sake, but the competition was always there. and desiree had earned herself some fun. there was nothing wrong with that.

[Tristan Michael Dalton]

Tristan had always been told of the parties at Desiree's place as a party you couldn't miss. He had never shown much interest though, thinking it would be like any other party. Now that he attended one, he didn't know why he hadn't been to one before. He didn't know what it was about this party, it wasn't as if it had something really special like a dragon to make it different or something, there was just something in the air that made it a party that Tristan was sure he wouldn't be forgetting soon. Especially with the shitty parties he'd been to lately. During the two weeks he'd had off work, he'd taken to wondering around town and just entering any house that looked like it had enough people to be fun. It had not been a good strategy. Tristan had gotten one [now almost invisible] black eye, a [n almost completely healed] sprained wrist, quite a few bruises and a weird gash in his leg that looked like it was going to scar out of it. Apparently, people didn't take well to having a guy they didn't know crash their party, get the girls, drink their alcohol and use their computers. Thank God this was a party someone would actually appreciate he'd crashed.

"Tristan Dalton. i could say the same." Her voice sounded bored, almost enough to put Tristan off the idea of hooking up with her. He liked girls with spirit, girls who seemed to brighten up the room when they walked in because of how... bubbly, for lack of a better word, they were. It wasn't until he realized that Desiree Sinclair was not about to seem excited about anything, she wasn't Queen of the Ice Princesses for nothing. The seductive stare she was giving him was enough to convince him he could stand spending a night with a girl that probably wouldn't laugh at his jokes or wouldn't make any with him. "Though someone like me is generally prepared for surprises." The way she said it was enough to have his mouth salivating, and the feel of her hands curling around his neck made goosebumps appearing discreetly on his arms. When her nails scratched his skin, it was almost enough to make a groan escape his lips. "A high school party? I have to say I'm flattered that you showed up, frat boy. Have a thing for Maya?"

Tristan frowned at this statement, who the fuck was Maya? Was she the reason for the party? Shaking a bit of loose hair out of his eyes, Tristan sent her a sly smile. "Your parties are legendary Desiree, and I realized I'd never been to one... It was about time I showed up right?" Smile turning into smirk, he leaned in close to Desiree and with his lips grazing her ear gently, he whispered. "Ignoring the fact that I don't know who the fuck Maya is, why would I want her when you're here? I bet she doesn't even compare." He let his breath caress her skin softly before following a path with his lips down her jaw and neck, stopping at the place where her neck and shoulder collided. That is where he planted the first and only small, sensual kiss he was going to place on that trip to Des's body before he pulled away slightly. His face was inches away from hers, his hips still grinding against her own. It was more of a habit now, he hadn't realized he was still dancing.

Trying to get his body closer to hers, he slipped his hands around her and up under the back of her vest, his chest coming flush against hers. He smiled wickedly for a second before he started playing with the bra's clasp; being careful enough for it not to pop open at any second but making it seem like he would let it fall open. "So Desiree, am I enough for you tonight or should I leave?" His words whispered across her face, his eyes never leaving hers. "I must say, I think you'd have fun with me. I'm not your average high schooler." The edge of his mouth quirked upwards, as if trying not to laugh. He'd been in College for only a year or so but everyone already thought he was a different guy. To tell the truth, Tristan didn't feel like he'd changed much. He leaned forward and let his lips graze hers softly, not really touching but close enough to feel them against each other. "I could go for your Maya, but I'd much rather be with you tonight."

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Notes: oh wow, tris has balls c:
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[desiree ryan sinclair]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] IT'S NOW OR NEVER [style=background-color: #ffffff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; height: 50px; opacity: 0.6;] FOR TRISTAN 788 WORDS [/style] desiree couldn't help but let her eyes continue to trace his lips, trying to diagnose exactly the way they would feel against her own. and that smile - he sent the trademark tristan dalton smile at her, and desiree felt its toxic effect taking hold over her, a slight dizzy hitting her knees. "your parties are legendary, desiree, and i realized i'd never been to one... it was about time i showed up, right?" he had leaned closer, and desiree was rendered immobile of speech, able to do nothing but sitting like a helpless deer by a speeding car, an injured lamb in the midst of a lion. it wasn't a familiar feeling for her, and she couldn't completely say she liked it. desiree changed her mind somewhat at the sensation of his lips on her ear. she hated how gentle and soft it was - it was like an itch - you couldn't scratch it with light strokes. one must ease firmly, and this was doing nothing but irritating the tickle of need more. "ignoring the fact that i don't know who the fuck maya is, why would i want her when you're here? i bet she doesn't even compare." desiree knew she should be slightly irritated because of the pride of the royals. it was somewhat of an agreement that at least the girls had - unspoken, rather, but present, nonetheless. there was no tolerating the insulting of another royal. and if someone heard about you tolerating it, you would be treated as the dirtiest of traitors. however... she exhaled dizzily as he teased her readily available neck and stopped at the curve near her shoulder, keeping it rather chaste (much to her disdain). "i should probably..." desiree paused to take a couple breaths, fingers tightening around the back of his neck. "educate you about the lovely world of maya, but i seem to have lost my train of thought." it wasn't like her to let the hard-to-get, coolly bored and teasing demeanor down, but desiree wasn't feeling like herself. things had changed a bit and she didn't know if it was for the better or worse. of course his fingers moved to her back - it was only her luck at the teltale gentle scratching of the bra clasp. her lips moved to his ear in return, trying to gain back some of the momentum she had lost with him taking her by surprise like that. "behave..." the word came slowly, almost in a purr, but her pale teeth moved to graze over his earlobe, giving a little tug and pulling away. "so, desiree, am i enough for you tonight or should i leave?" desiree was surprised how she could hear him over the music and her pounding head, her eyes dropping to his lips to easier understand him and then moving back to land on his own steady gaze. "i must say, i think you'd have fun with me. i'm not your average high schooler." no shit. the last time she had felt so taken off guard was... desiree wasn't going to even go there at this point. it felt so good to have her mind so loosely strung, so relaxed and yet so prepared, packed with adrenaline, as the lean muscles in her back flexed below his experienced fingers. "i could go for your maya, but i'd much rather be with you tonight." his lips had just touched hers - what a tease. it suddenly sparked a brief bout of indignance in the royal. tristan dalton was playing her at her own game. she smirked ever so slightly , pressing the tip of her tongue against his bottom lip. what fun. "teasing isn't polite, mr. dalton." in fact, it was enough to see if he was truly going to be that lazy about everything. turn on his charm full power - sure, it had worked for the most part, but tristan had to have known that desiree wasn't so easily brainwashed as the other female inhabitants of maryland. hell, half of them were kicking off their thongs at just the sight of his face, let alone the slick of his neck and his eyes and breath... effectively dizzying herself, desiree rather boldly pulled away. it nearly put her in pain, the effort that took, and how cold and disoriented she suddenly felt, but she was effectively able to turn away from him, facing the first guy she saw, who wasn't bad looking but wasn't anywhere near tristan's status. this was her game as well - she'd put in the effort if he proved he would too.