Affluenza || Elijah Sept 12, 2013 0:54:06 GMT -4
Post by Avery Barlow on Sept 12, 2013 0:54:06 GMT -4
Avery had to bite back a comment when he replied that he would train "it" to do anything, like it was a dog or something. She figured that he probably used it often enough that it provided more companionship than an animal ever could, and that thought alone almost made her snort. She was almost positive that this wasn't how anyone even moderately successful with women would normally flirt, and normally Avery wasn't a fan of being what anyone would call "a special case," especially in this instance where being a special case would denote something much more bizarre and unsettling than she would normally be willing to admit to.
Elijah unsurprisingly went on to mention that watching his dick perform tricks was much better than matrimony anyway, even though he wasn't the kind to ever want to get married. Avery had him pegged for that type anyway. She had figured herself for that type as well, and had for a very, very long time. Maybe for awhile during high school she had wanted to be a housewife who was living the American dream and fattening her two preplanned kids up with apple pie, but it had been a long time since she'd had a dream even similar to that. Even if she still wanted that, it seemed a little far-fetched as far as dreams for the future went -- ladylike mannerisms and sensitivity hadn't been a part of her character for awhile. Hell, she could probably truthfully deny that she would take offense to Elijah putting her underwear on. She didn't doubt that he would if she asked.
She considered reminding him just what being "the bitch" would entail, but thought better of it just in case he was taking her seriously. Even if Elijah knew that she was being facetious at all, she hardly doubted that he would go to great lengths to prove that there were very few things that could really intimidate him that way. She already knew he was adventurous, but he certainly seemed the type to go to great, depraved lengths to prove that fact. Avery had never really considered herself too "adventurous," although she doubted that there was even a choice with Elijah. She figured there were worse punishments out there than being forced to be a little more fun than she normally would have. Her usual idea of fun nowadays was not getting murdered, and while having sex with a wily Overmind was not generally a good way to attain that, she was banking on the hope that he wasn't going to snap her neck.
Even when she took the towel off, she only let her eyes wander down when it first hit the floor. After that, she made sure to keep her eyes firmly upward, planted on his face. Before she had time to react or move away, he pushed her against the door jamb, pinning her. Her eyes only widened a little bit for a moment, when she had no idea just what the fuck he was doing, before she realized that he only wanted to grind his hips into her like some sort of bachelorette party stripper, which was admittedly a little less alarming than him bashing her head into the door.
He didn't hesitate to proposition her for sex under the guise of "practice sessions". She felt his fingers digging into her skin, over her hipbone. She didn't doubt that she would probably have a bruise or two there later, but that didn't seem like a huge worry for her. The fact that his hips were rocking against her stomach was certainly the more prevalent issue at hand.
"I'd be much more impressed if I could see with my navel. I bet it's a lot more fun to look at with your eyes or the back of your throat," she stated, keeping her eyes upon his face. She was hardly afraid of losing her composure, since it took very little work to remain as indifferent and monotone as she always was. But she had to admit that he was making it a little difficult for her not too look down or make a face, like she had gotten so used to doing. In any case, she had no plans to suddenly get emotional. Like he had said before, he was expecting deadpan moans. If that was what he wanted, then that was damn well what he was going to get.
"While you're getting ready for that, I think you should probably take care of 37-H first. I know it'd be fun for you and all, but I'm not much one for threesomes, and I'll bet she's the jealous type." That was definitely the truth; people with such annoying, piercing voices tended to be the most territorial. 37-H should have known better, though, since with guys like Elijah there was always a chance that something else would come up along the way. She considered also bringing up the fact that it felt like he was trying to tear chunks off flesh off of her hip, but opted for something a little more tactful. "I wouldn't be too torn up if you did happen to steal something off of me. Now tell that bitch to hit the pavement."