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Post by Pyro on Nov 17, 2006 1:42:45 GMT
”Pre-marital? Getting a bit ahead of ourselves there, Toni.” John grins. ”After all, we’ve only just met… though I’m flattered, really. And hell, nothing against a little casual meaningless fornication. If it wasn’t for the whole jailbait thing…” He smirks, shrugs in an eh, what can you do? kinda way, and switches his attention back to the lighter, segueing seamlessly from the simple click-click to click-click-fwoosh, and then to click-click-fwoosh-concentrate-flare-squash-click… not because he’s showing off (not yet anyway) but just… because. It’s as natural as breathing, picking up on the call of flame and bending it to his will.
Her elaboration on the subject of Hector is, however, enough to distract him for a moment – ”You have a pet snake?” – before he shrugs it off with the usual nonchalance (although this feels… fake, kinda, because he was so stunned and impressed and weirdly childishly excited just seconds before) – ”Neat, I guess… whatever” – and resuming the cycle of clicks and flares exactly where he left off, the comment about cuties prompting a half-embarrassed little smile which he’s quick to suppress.
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Post by Toni Craft on Nov 17, 2006 3:01:36 GMT
"I’m flattered, really. And hell, nothing against a little casual meaningless fornication. If it wasn’t for the whole jailbait thing…”
"That never stopped me before..." Toni lets the sentence trail off, perhaps to inspire John's imagination, but moreso to let him catch her playful tone. "But you've got what? Two, three years until you're legal? I think I can wait that long."
She leans back against the wall and watches him play with his Zippo. Click...click...click...Hey, click rhymes with lick...kinky....Flame...no flame...flame....no flame....
For the love of god! Stop it!
Naturally, her comment on the matter was much more subtle and controlled.
"Dude, what the fuck? You obsessive compulsive or something?! Cut it out. It's annoying." Oh shit...was that out loud? Way to mentor you psycho-bitch.
”You have a pet snake?”
"Yessir, and he'll strangle you if I ask him too. He's extremely obedient." Toni smiles and waits to see if John takes it as a threat or not. "Aaaannnd...he feels like a penis, which is makes for interesting nights when he sneaks out of his cage to cuddle..." She offers an innocent look and crosses her arms over her chest. "If you want, you can go see him. He loves meeting new people. And he especially loves snuggling up to warm people, which you, my fire-loving friend, certainly are. Toasty hot, actually."
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Post by Pyro on Nov 17, 2006 4:25:11 GMT
John resists the urge to add anything along the never stopped me either route – it’s not hard, really, given where that road leads – and her comment about legality merits little more than a nod and a yawned ”Mmhmm… 2. Ish”
< Dude, what the fuck? You obsessive compulsive or something?[/color]
The look he gives her suggests that even asking is some sort of grave insult, and he holds that withering stare for just long enough for most people to baulk at having all that trained on them (because when John really concentrates… it’s terrifying. He’s intense enough when he’s semi-distracted) before shrugging it off – ”If y’like” – and resuming the clicking, just a fraction louder. Because he’s not going to stop it… Maybe it is a compulsion, but whatever.
< If you want, you can go see him[/color]
Looking up from the flame yet again, this time incredulous, John’s finding maintaining the whole nonchalant thing a lot harder now confusion and amusement are vying for its place (because the whole thing about nonchalance is that it doesn’t care enough to fight back) but somehow he manages to deliver his reply in something near enough to deadpan. ”So let me get this straight. You think I’m hot, and want me to come to your room to let your snake touch my warm bits?”
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Post by Toni Craft on Nov 17, 2006 5:31:49 GMT
Either it was the penis-snake comments, or the idea of meeting said snake, but in any case, Toni had gotten quite the reaction of John. But instead of sputtering shock and exclamations of her rudeness, the teen replies with a well-placed verbal jab, all said in a controlled tone. Very impressive Mr. Allerdyce.
"You think I’m hot, and want me to come to your room to let your snake touch my warm bits?”
"Yes. Smoking, in fact. You're not too pretty, which is exactly what I look for. Prettiness scares me. Scares me like Simon Cowell. Worse than Simon Cowell even!" Toni visually shudders for a moment, her eyes wide in imitated fear.
"And who ever said anything about warm bits? But be warned, Johnny, if that's an invitation, I might very well take you up on it." She winks at him again, ginning wider and wider with every moment. "You are, though, far more than welcome to come to my room for a little snake-action. With or without Hector and your 'warm bits', that's up to you. Hector will enjoy the warm part no matter what, though he may be persuaded to enjoy the 'bits' as well."
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Post by Pyro on Nov 17, 2006 6:21:25 GMT
< You’re not too pretty… prettiness scares me[/color]
”I guess I’ll take that as a compliment…” he shrugs, mock-semi-offended, though really there’s no way he could take it as anything else. Smoking is good, very good… better than cute or darling or delicious or... okay, stop now. Suffice to say it’s going down well, this whole *mature and sexy* thing she seems to be granting him, regardless of how undeniably fucked up the whole scenario is. ”Can’t say anyone’s used *You’re less scary than Simon Cowell” before… hardly a classic chat-up line. Does it get you a lot of ass?”
< You are, though, more than welcome to come up to my room for a little snake-action
”Why Miss. Craft” – he cocks an eyebrow, repositions himself on the bed, subtly arching for a moment before dropping back into a slightly less rigid seated position (all little tricks he’s going to claim are instinctive… and in a way they are, though it’s a learned sort of instinct, and he’s not going to think about that particular education) – ”are you trying to seduce me?”
< With or without Hector… he might be persuaded to enjoy the bits as well[/color]
Oh… fuck.
Now that’s an image. The mind boggles… mostly around the words Hector, penis-like, and bits… Fuck
All that casualness, all the easy discipline, goes out of the window for a moment or two and he just… splutters, and tries to bring it back under control, and fails utterly. ”That..” he starts, and has to stop and try to catch something like breath before continuing, and even so it’s cut up by suppressed (and not so suppressed) laughter. ”That… has got to be the most unique proposition I’ve ever had.”
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Post by Toni Craft on Nov 17, 2006 7:38:43 GMT
"Does it get you a lot of ass?”
"I'm like a fuckin' rabbit." Toni smirks and leans a little farther back against the wall, feeling the wood and drywall bending and fluxing beneath her weight.
That was a blatant lie of course. Ass in Toni's world was none existant at the moment. Something about being way too out there for most guys.
Most guys clearly did not include Mr. Allerdyce.
It'd be interesting to see how far she could push him. To see how far he'd be willing to go...
"Are you trying to seduce me?” Hehehe...
"Is there something wrong with me trying?" She raises an eyebrow ever so slightly, trying to match John's effort at a provocative gesture. Right, like either of them actually had any experience in the art of seduction. But it was worth a shot.
To increase to her efforts, Toni slinks her hips to the side. Not enough as to throw off her balance, but enough so that John would notice the vaguely sexier stance. Or at least, her interpretation of a sexier stance.
The hardest part of all was her endeavor to control her rampant mouth.
Definitely the hardest.
But then he starts to laugh, or rather, choke on his laughter. Ha! I knew it! Best way to a teenager's mind is through his dick!
”That… has got to be the most unique proposition I’ve ever had.”
"Chalk up one point for originality then. So what do you say, Johnny? Wanna go meet my long slithering pet?" It takes every ounce of effort Toni has left to keep a straight face.
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Post by Pyro on Nov 17, 2006 16:06:33 GMT
< Is there something wrong with me trying?[/color]
Okay... this is... erm, uncomfortable. Yeah, that’s the word. Because this is obviously a bad sort of squirmy (another flash of Hector-images... definitely freaky, though whether in themselves or in how, erm, weirdly kinky erotic whatever the whole thing is, is up for debate). It’s seedy and sordid, and not at all what he expects from a teacher – the moment in the film where the plain chick takes off her glasses and undoes her hair and the male lead purrs a why, Miss. Jones, you’re beautiful before the tasteful Hollywood sex – and he’s… confused, really, torn between feeling like she’s the one doing the corrupting and something stranger and darker drawn from how obviously awkward and put-on her take on sensuality is, as if he’s the one leading without making it feel like leading… and fuck, that’s a little too close to certain things we don’t mention.
”Aside from that I’m 16, you’re a teacher, and Chuck’s expecting you to save me from my demons rather than corrupt me further?” He cocks an eyebrow, the slight smirk a mixture of knowing he’s right and suggesting that, for his part, he doesn’t really care about any of that. ”Nothing. Perfectly innocent.”
< Wanna go meet my long slithering pet?
Ah, a dilemma.
To go, or not to go?
… okay, done debating? What’s the worst than can happen? This is just playful banter, right? (and yes, that is most definitely a good thing… anything else would be weird. And wrong. But mostly weird.) Yep. Banter, albeit of a very strange nature, and nothing more. Maybe this mentor thing won’t be such a nightmare after all…
”Sure, why not?”” He shrugs. ”I’m all, erm, up” (bad image. Very bad image. Burn it out of your brain now, boy) ”for getting better acquainted with ‘Hector’. Though I should probably get dressed… don’t want the other students thinking we’re somehow debauched and kinky” John can’t help but toss a wink on the end of that last line as he half-rolls, half-slides off the bed and grabs the t-shirt uppermost in the chaos which passes for his side of the room (black, as most of his wardrobe seems to be, and long sleeved (again, common enough… because the rest of the Institute doesn’t agree with his views on heating), Jailwear spelt out across the chest and a stylized gun printed at each wrist), turning his back on her with a ridiculous fake-coyness as he slips it on.
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Post by Toni Craft on Nov 17, 2006 17:05:36 GMT
Ah the mind of the sixteen year-old male. So easy to bend and warp to one's will, though Toni has to admit, John was a little tougher to get to then she had anticipated. But no matter, he was all hers now.
The question was though, how to get out of the sex mess before either of them got in trouble, especially her.
"Chuck’s expecting you to save me from my demons rather than corrupt me further?” A question? Interesting. So, the little pyro wasn't so sure of her purpose any more, which may work to her advantage. She had confused the poor kid enough to make him forget why she was really there.
Me 1 : Johnny 1
John's point came from his initial response and keeping her back from busting down his door. A mercy point basically. I'm just that nice.
"Now Johnny, you're putting words in my mouth. I never said anything about saving you from anything, except perhaps, your virginity." Toni watches him her hooded eyes, furthering her seductive image. "Chucky just said that this was a mentoring assignment. He never said which way the mentoring had to go. Though right now it sounds as though it's going to my room."
Hah! Take that! Toni had to admit, she was starting to sound convincing, like she was actually trying to seduce the teen. Which she clearly wasn't...right?
”I’m all, erm, up for getting better acquainted with ‘Hector.'" She tries so hard not to snort...and succeeds to a reasonable extent, covering it up by clearing her throat quietly.
"Interesting choice of words Johnny. I'd be interested to see what else you'd be up for later." Wow, so much for trying to get out of this 'sex mess'. We're both officially crotch deep in the stuff now.
"Don’t want the other students thinking we’re somehow debauched and kinky." And then he winks at her.
Hmmm...and so the battle of wits turns into the battle of temptation and seduction. Bring it on Johnny-boy.
"No, we certainly can't have that." Toni smirks. "Some secrets are best kept close to the heart...or other areas of the human anatomy." Oh dear god, make it stop!
She watches him remove himself from the bed and pull on the black shirt. His attempt at mock-modesty makes her grin but she sobers for he catches her enjoying it.
"Hmm...Jailwear...maybe I should get me one of those, 'cause that's where I'll be by the end of this." Toni shoots him a kittenish smile and walks towards the door. "Shall we?"
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Post by Pyro on Nov 17, 2006 20:03:40 GMT
< … except perhaps your virginity[/color]
… okay, now is not the time to enlighten her on that one. He’s lucky he’s got his back to her, or else she might have picked up on the odd little blush and momentary shiftiness overtaking his usually dark and largely unreadable features. As it is, he just continues with the business of getting dressed, pulling the shirt down and stretching into it providing more than ample chance to work out that momentary spike of tension before she can notice it… though if she does he can just put it down to normal *cherry-losing* nerves, right? Whatever they are, they’re enough to distract him from whatever else she’s saying.
< I’d be interested to see what else you’d be up for[/color]
Okay, that’s something he can run with, cocking an eyebrow and half-smirking. ”I guess you’ll have to suck it and see”
< Shall we?[/color]
”Damn straight we shall” He counters her kittenish grin with something more predatory (which looks about as out of place as her trying to do kittenish… so they make a fitting couple, heh) and damn near slinks over to her side. ”Lead on, crazy temptress”
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Post by Toni Craft on Nov 17, 2006 20:49:28 GMT
John doesn't react to the virginity comment like Toni thought we would, leading her to cock an intrigued eyebrow. Hmmm...conversation for later, me thinks.
”I guess you’ll have to suck it and see.” Out of all the comments that have been bounced back and forth between the two, that was the only one that sent Toni's mind into frantic over-drive. Her brain sprouted a pair of legs and began to run in wild circles.
But yet on the surface she shoots him a calm, interested glance. She holds it stare just long enough to show John that she's not intimidated by the proposal.
"I can hardly wait, Johnny. Just don't back out on me once you get up there." And a subtle lick of the lips for good measure. Perfect! You'll be eating out of my hand in no time, Mr. Allerdyce.
”Damn straight we shall. Lead on, crazy temptress."
"You haven't seen crazy yet," Toni uttered under her breath as she loops her arm through his, admiring his rapacious expression. "Hmmm...I like the sounds of that. Temptress, like a regular femme fatale." She reaches for doorknob and lets a few locks of red hair brush his cheek.
Toni gives him a gentle tug and closes the door behind them. She then unlatches her arm, to avoid suspicion from other students, and leads the way down the hall, adding a little more swing to her hips.
"Come along, Johnny. Hector's waiting."
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Post by Pyro on Nov 19, 2006 3:14:38 GMT
The sensible part of him points out that one or other of them needs to back away from the sex stuff before it reaches anything *real*....
... the logical part points out how illogical that eventuality is, because she’s a teacher…
… and the other 99.9% of his brain clubs together to beat those parts to death and says run with it. If she’s expecting that her refusal to be intimidated would call some sort of bluff she’ll be sorely disappointed (the other possibility, where it won’t disappoint at all, is clearly labeled not to be thought about); he meets her interested gaze with another yeah, and? smirk, cocking an eyebrow and shrugging at her remark and clumsy, obvious attempt at being enticing.
”Trust me, Toni, as far as things going down on you are concerned… I doubt you’ll be complaining.” Some last part of that sensible bit which refuses to die starts bouncing off the walls in there before hanging itself when she slips her arm through his… because while the words have been easy, this is something else and stumps him for a moment…
… before the contact is broken and he doesn’t have to worry about it. Because they’re just a student and a teacher and this is all perfectly normal and it’s a real snake he’s going to meet and not some crude metaphorical snakey-thing… which allows him to break with the tone for a moment and glare venemously and half-growl "I told you not to call me that" before they arrive at wherever they're going.
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Post by Toni Craft on Nov 19, 2006 5:03:24 GMT
”Trust me, Toni, as far as things going down on you are concerned… I doubt you’ll be complaining.” Huh...the kid is certainly determined. I suppose I'll have to give him that...and another point.
Me 1 : Johnny 2
Damn.
But she can't help the odd little tingle that runs down her spine at the comment. However, John's subtly surprised expression quickly distracts her and makes the running part of her mind stop and use its newly-sprung legs to leap into the air in joy.
Woooo! Bahahahahah!
"Don't worry, Johnny, I very rarely find things hard to swallow." The leaping mind also giggles at that, pleased with what it's been able to come up with. Sexually-laced chat is something Toni hasn't had a lot of experience in, but she has to admire her ability to improvise her way through the conversation.
As she leads him down the hall, Toni hears his attempt at a menacing tone, uttering a low "I told you not to call me that."
She shoots him a mischievious grin over her shoulder. "I know." Toni also serves up a careless little shrug. "But you see, Johnny, I've decided not to listen to you. That, and you positively glow when you're upset. It's adorable."
Toni smiles at him one more time and stops at her door. With a twist of her wrist the door swings open and she stands aside, offering to let John in before her. At the far side of the room, she catches a slight movement as the snake registers her arrival.
Looks like the little bugger actually decided to stay in his cage for once.
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Post by Pyro on Nov 19, 2006 5:36:35 GMT
As soon as the word swallow is out, he’s fighting off the laughter again. In spite of all his *expertise* in this, erm, department… in spite of the pissed-off’ness her choice of nickname inspires… yeah, nothing he can do but burst, or rather splutter, into laughter. Because it sounds so awkward – partly from how she says it, suggesting she’s way out of her depth, and partly from the fact that she, a teacher, is saying that… and somehow that one line manages to breach whatever line they’ve drawn which conversation thus far has been simmering under (yeah, he doesn’t understand it either). He doesn’t say anything as crass as I can’t believe you said…… but ”Fuck…” isn’t that much better, really, and the whole *barely-suppressed-manic-giggles* thing sort of wrecks the scowl he tries to toss her about the nickname and his ‘adorability’.
When they get to the room he pauses in spite of himself, unsure for a moment how to play it, before remembering how he’s been playing the confident and unflappable one and striding as confidently as a 16 year old can into the room and…
”Shit!” John catches sight of the cage and, erm, Hector. ”Fuck.. okay, that really is a snake” John being John, he doesn’t run… even if the snake scared him (which it doesn’t, because John Allerdyce doesn’t do fear) he’d be doing the whole *strangely mesmerized* thing rather than running. And yeah, it really, really is a snake. A big one. In a cage. In her room.
If he had any doubts that they’d given him the batshit crazy mentor, they’ve just flown – or slithered – out of the window.
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Post by Toni Craft on Nov 19, 2006 6:15:27 GMT
Me 2 : Johnny 2
Ha!
John's aim at suppressing his laughter comes to an obvious dead-end and Toni can't help but smile as he lets out a quick "Fuck...."
Finally, it seems, the sexual conversation is over, letting Toni scoot back into her normal, spasmodic attitude.
"I don't know if someone your age should be sporting such a colourful vocabulary, Johnny dear. But it is befitting of you. Must be a fire thing."
”Fuck.. okay, that really is a snake”
"What were you expecting? A hot tub full of whip cream and a chocolate fountain?" She grins and closes the door behind him. "Damn straight that's a real snake. Hector--the sweetie--is a five year-old red-tailed boa."
Toni walks over to the cage--well, more like a pen really. The corner of the room has been fenced off and a heating lamp, a low, wide basin of water and a few basking rocks had been installed to insure that the reptile was as comfortable as possible.
"Hey buddy!" She coos, and leans over the edge of the fence. Hector flicks his tongue out and slithers over to her hands, leaving his warm basking rocks for the comforts of his owners presence. "'Atta boy." Carefully, Toni hooks her hands beneath his body and lifts him out of the cage.
She turns back to John and drapes the long, thick serpent over her shoulders. Hector, obviously used to the handling, lazily coils the front of his body down around her arm and rests his triangular head on her hand.
"Com'ere and meet him, Johnny. He doesn't usually bite." The tongue darts out again and Hector wraps his tapered tail around her shoulders, the tip snuggling beneath the collar of her shirt.
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Post by Pyro on Nov 19, 2006 7:05:18 GMT
”How the hell d’ya get that past Chuck? He won’t let me have the sunlamp I so obviously need, let alone the fuckin’ snake to go with it”
To the casual observer, John shooting his mouth of would appear nothing new. The expert, however, might notice that this was an altogether different sort of shooting… the sort that meant he was not exactly out of his comfort zone yet but still trying frantically to extend it. It was one of the ways you could tell, if you bothered to look closely enough (which few people did), that something was up; the ridiculous amount of effort he put into acting as if nothing was. Because it’s not the words which convey security with him… it’s the silences which he has to be sort-of relaxed to allow, because silence leaves a gap where someone can ask questions.
… then again, he also mouths of when he’s excited, so it’s by no means failsafe… except for now, when he’s kind of both, the obvious freak-out factor of a crazy teacher and a six-foot snake partnered with a weird morbid fascination which makes questions like ”D’ya feed him live stuff? Or is your freezer full of rats?” and ”Could he kill you? Y’know, crush you to death?” totally logical and not at all icky.
He’s still not quite sure he’s ready for… oh shit, he’s a BIG snake. Yep, definitely not going to rush over and set about making friends… though grinning and waving ”Hey Hector” before double checking that he has, and closing one first around, his lighter is an acceptable compromise.
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