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			03:39 pm January 7th, 2011

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	Characters: Stas and Emilie Setting: Friday evening, a ways from the Quodpot field Rating: Probably NSFW, it's Stas and Emilie (drug use, swearing) Summary: The first time Emilie has run into Stas since the dress incident at the Snowflake Ball Stas made the effort to go to the quodpot field and cheer for Sunny and her team for the early portion of the game, but his heart wasn't in it. He was anxious, unable to sit still, surely about to get himself into some kind of trouble with her again. He cut out through the stands and back to the walk that lead towards school. On his way he took a quick sniff from his magic pouch of feel good drugs and lit a cigarette. He lingered near the field, but his feet were carrying him in the direction of his dorm. He could always lie and tell Sunny he had a headache, but he tended to do better when avoiding the truth rather than outright lying. He was so occupied in his thoughts that he didn't notice the approach of his dearest, evilest, Emilie Devlin. Tags: !complete, emilie devlin

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	From: babalon	Date: January 7th, 2011 09:47 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Emilie's smile was slow and dark, filled with a sudden dawning of intent, of purpose. It had been a while since she'd been able to speak to Stas one-on-one. The Snowflake ball?

She was still in her uniform, having just come from the library, a particularly impressive tome under her arm. The top couple of buttons on her blouse were undone and her snap-on tie unsnapped.

"Anastas."

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	From: anastas	Date: January 8th, 2011 02:35 am (UTC)		(Link)

He wasn't sure if he should smile, smirk, or frown. He managed to keep his face mostly neutral. "Emilie," he replied after exhaling a very large puff of smoke. "You look fiendishly disheveled."

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	From: babalon	Date: January 8th, 2011 03:00 am (UTC)		(Link)

"You look..." Emilie considered him for a moment, her eyes dragging up from his shoes to his face. "...tired." She laughed once, and though she smiled, it sounded more condescending than amused.

"Shouldn't you be off with the Beauregard cheer squad right now?"

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	From: anastas	Date: January 8th, 2011 03:09 am (UTC)		(Link)

He felt tired. He hated that she could see it. He shrugged, the weakest defense he'd ever put up and took another deep inhale of smoke.

"Fuck it. Cannot stomach it tonight. Too much goddamn cheerfulness." He frowned at her. "Who did you just molest in the woods?"

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	From: babalon	Date: January 8th, 2011 03:14 am (UTC)		(Link)

Emilie smirked, tilting her head to the right and raised a brow. Too much cheerfulness? Wasn't that what his new girlfriend was made out of? And sparkles and sunshine, and rainbows?

"Jealous?"

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	From: anastas	Date: January 8th, 2011 03:16 am (UTC)		(Link)

Not so much, but he liked the tilt of her head and that amused predator look on her face. "Perhaps. It has been awhile since I have had a good tussle in the woods."

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	From: babalon	Date: January 8th, 2011 03:27 am (UTC)		(Link)

"Mmn," Emilie nodded, not looking--or feeling the least bit sympathetic. "So I've read. Something about your new girlfriend not satisfying you." Her eyes flashed, and her tone reached a new level of condescension. "Must be hard for you."

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	From: anastas	Date: January 8th, 2011 03:38 am (UTC)		(Link)

Stas gave Emilie a long, hard look. He wasn't stupid; she was in the mood to wound someone tonight. He could either play into it or walk away, but he couldn't play against it. He was going to end up torn to shreds either way.

"It is hard all the time, Miss Devlin," he replied lidding his eyes just heavily enough to suggest pent up lust. And didn't he have pent up lust? By the barrel at this point. "My relationship with Miss Garcia is for laughs," he lied forcefully hoping she didn't notice. "I have sought my satisfaction elsewhere, but there is only so much one can do to relieve that kind of tension."

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	From: babalon	Date: January 8th, 2011 03:55 am (UTC)		(Link)

Oh, but she did notice. She was in top form this evening. "Her laughs, or yours? Because I think the only people laughing are the people laughing at you. You look like a fool."

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	From: anastas	Date: January 8th, 2011 04:00 am (UTC)		(Link)

"Enjoy your laughs. It will be over soon enough." He kept all emotion from his voice and took another long inhale on his cigarette. He'd been thinking it would be over from the very beginning. Who was he to deny his own self-fulfilling prophecy? "Did you want something? Other than circling shark-like? There is already more than enough blood in the water."

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	From: babalon	Date: January 8th, 2011 04:23 am (UTC)		(Link)

"One can only hope," Emilie watched him carefully, eyes on her prey. There was a time when she had thought of him more as a peer. Look at what that cheerful little Beauregard bitch had done to him. He was a fluffy bunny now. It turned her stomach.

"Ah, yes. Did you enjoy the rest of the ball?" She grinned again.

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	From: anastas	Date: January 8th, 2011 04:40 am (UTC)		(Link)

She would enjoy that. There was a part of Stas that would too, because then he could stop trying so hard to be anything other than what he was. The fight to keep this thing together was starting to leave him.

"It was lovely," he replied with his infamous smirk hitched back in place. He took a step closer to her, just enough to breathe in her perfume. "I was the prettiest girl there."

He leaned forward and stroked one finger idly over her shoulder. "Sadly I am not such a pretty princess anymore. Such prickles, Miss Devlin. What ever did I do to deserve such a stunt?"

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	From: babalon	Date: January 8th, 2011 10:57 am (UTC)		(Link)

"Hnn," Emilie sighed, examining the lines of his face as she thought about it for a moment. She wasn't in heels or boots for once and she found herself looking up at him.

"I think I just like to watch you suffer." There was no thinking required. It was just a fact. As long as Anastas De Kooning lived and breathed, she'd want to do something about it.

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	From: anastas	Date: January 8th, 2011 11:08 am (UTC)		(Link)

"You could enjoy my suffering up close, my sweet devil." He rarely pulled out his Russian nickname for Emilie, but there it was. He couldn't help but say it aloud.

He ran a finger along her chin, just daring her to lean forward and bite it.

"It could be so much more enjoyable for you." For both of us.

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	From: babalon	Date: January 8th, 2011 11:39 am (UTC)		(Link)

"Mm, That I am aware of." She laughed, though it was soft, breathy even. She tilted her head away from his touch, though she didn't pull away. It was more of a silent offer, like a cat craning her neck when you stroked under her chin.

Though she made no vocal confirmation. She still had her pride, thank you very much.

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	From: anastas	Date: January 8th, 2011 11:48 am (UTC)		(Link)

Stas on the other hand didn't have much pride. "Whatever you like Miss Devlin," he said with an upraised eyebrow and another feather light finger brush to her cheek. "If you find yourself wanting some attention you need only seek me out."

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	From: babalon	Date: January 8th, 2011 12:33 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Emilie leaned into his touch, if only slightly. A part of her did miss it. But no. Stas was different back then. It didn't feel quite right anymore, did it?

"As if I would lower myself to your level," She laughed. Even as she said it, she found herself stepping toward him, getting closer.

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	From: anastas	Date: January 8th, 2011 01:28 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"I would not dream of lowering your highness any further," he shot back rather darkly. Whether it was some sort of indictment on how low she already was or simply an admission of how low he knew he was, Stas wasn't about to clarify.

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	From: babalon	Date: January 8th, 2011 03:29 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Emilie's eyes narrowed, her trademark scowl ebbing back into position. She stood, quite still, a hair's breadth away from him.

"No. You wouldn't." She snarled, her voice low. Her free hand caressed his cheek, though she had to restrain herself from digging her nails into his skin. He would just like that. And so they barely grazed his skin. "Truth be told, Anastas... I don't even know who you are anymore."

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	From: anastas	Date: January 8th, 2011 03:33 pm (UTC)		(Link)

That makes two of us.

He smirked at her as a thought crossed his mind. The fluffy bunnification that Sunny had started disturbed Emilie, maybe almost as much as it disturbed him. "Why does that bother you so much?"

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	From: babalon	Date: January 8th, 2011 03:52 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Fuck. Emilie's eyes widened briefly in surprise and immediately narrowed again. She hadn't expected-- What did-- Did she-- Dammit. Her composure was regained in milliseconds, but she knew he would be able to tell he'd caught her off guard. That motherfucker.

"You're not fun anymore," She said quickly, venom dripping from her tone. He had her on the defensive now.

But why? The question taunted her in the back of her mind.

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	From: anastas	Date: January 8th, 2011 03:55 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Her reaction, however quick and subtle, surprised him more than anything else so far this evening. He certainly missed playtime, but it caught him entirely off guard to learn that she did too.

He offered her a curt bow and no other indication of how twisted up he was over her reaction. "I am nothing if not a disappointment."

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	From: babalon	Date: January 8th, 2011 04:27 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"That, is something that has never changed." She eye-rolled, her tone thick with disgust.

"Why don't you run back to your little girlfriend, Stas?" She sneered, turning to leave. "I can't even stand the sight of you."

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	From: anastas	Date: January 8th, 2011 04:31 pm (UTC)		(Link)

He caught her arm as she turned to leave. "I do not believe that for a minute." His arms wrapped tight around her body ready for the fight, hungry for it. "You have not tired of me yet," he added before clamping his mouth on the space between her neck and shoulders, teeth putting just enough pressure to warn. He didn't often dance this side of the knife with Emilie, but tonight he was willing to try anything.

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	From: babalon	Date: January 8th, 2011 07:06 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Emilie dropped the large book she had been carrying with her, it collided with the ground with a loud doomf, but was vastly ignored.

The look on her face was of complete and utter hatred. How dare he? She attempted to jerk away, but he was stronger than her-- faster than she was and his arms slipped around her waist so easily.

His teeth sank onto the crook of her neck and she moaned into his shoulder. She told herself it was only to stifle the noise... and tried her best to ignore the sick feeling it pulled from her stomach. Was it disgust? Or want?

"I despise you," she mumbled, digging her nails into his back.

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	From: anastas	Date: January 8th, 2011 07:21 pm (UTC)		(Link)

He grinned into that crook in her neck. "I like you best when you despise me," he mumbled. Arching into her nails he clamped his hands tighter around her body. She wasn't making any move to bolt. The sweet agony of her nails pushed him forward. "You should despise me more."

He swept one hand down to grope at her buttocks. Not just a cheap feel, but a solid and demanding squeeze. He moved his mouth upward, teeth scraping all the way up her neck to her jawline.

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	From: babalon	Date: January 9th, 2011 03:12 am (UTC)		(Link)

"Shut up," Emilie growled lazily. Her hands searching blindly, desperately for bare skin, finally dipped under the hem of his shirt and back up again, her fingernails raking his skin the entire time.

Silently, she cursed herself. He of all people knew what she liked--it gave him the upper hand. And here she was playing into it. Disgusting. She pushed that idea from her mind as she tilted her head so as to shove her lips against his; a harsh, near-painful kiss. Not that there were many other kinds when it came to Emilie.

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	From: anastas	Date: January 9th, 2011 12:25 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Stas did as she commanded, as he almost always did. He took a tremendous amount of enjoyment out of the shifting dynamic between them. He was in control from the bottom; she was struggling from the top. Then she was in control again and he was reveling in the pain she caused.

"Tussle in the woods then?" he asked voice husky and warm. He was trying to convince himself that it was nothing to him if she said no, punched him and wandered off.

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	From: babalon	Date: January 9th, 2011 01:46 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Emilie's breath was heavy, her hands trembling against his skin from the mix of anticipation and the hate that rose in her chest. She couldn't think, and the more time that passed, the more appealing his offer sounded.

She didn't offer much warning before she punched him in the side of the head. A quick shift, a push away from him against his chest with the flat of her hand, but not much more.

"Fuck off, Anastas!"

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	From: anastas	Date: January 9th, 2011 02:20 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"As you wish," he replied tartly and stepped back putting a safe distance between them. Not that he would mind the next slap, kick, or punch. He figured she could use the space. He didn't want to turn around and walk away though. That would be an incredibly stupid move with this particular predator. He watched her with interest while she decided what she wanted to do.

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	From: babalon	Date: January 9th, 2011 05:12 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Emilie found herself panting, watching him from across the short distance he'd put between them. Even as she went to retrieve her book, she refused to break eye contact.

Composure lost, but Library property regained, she cradled the book to her chest, she backed away even more, only finally turning when a few yards were between them. She made her best effort not to run.

If there was anyone she refused to run from, Anastas was high on the list.

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