Can you fell your heart beat racing?/Mort

[Blake Phoenix]

Blake sat with the laptop on her bed, her legs crossed as she closed the laptop and threw it onto the nearby chair. Why was she turnin off her laptop, the only way to keep her entertained nowadays? Because Mr. Mort was coming over to err, keep her company. Sure, Blake still liked Asher but let's face it, they would never be together. Trent and Asher liked each other too much for anything to change in the near future. Not that Blake cared! Oh hell yes, she did. She would just never show it. So, it was from liking Ezra, to liking Ezra, to now just wanting to be cuddled with and held, which brought her to the new guy, Mort. He seemed like a nice enough guy, who knew how to have a good time.

Blake hopped up from her bed and walked over to the dorm door, opening it up and propping it open so that she hoped he would get the sign to just come in. Onward, Blake went to her dresser and pulled out a new pair of short shorts and a white tank top and walked into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and hanging all of her clothes and what not on the hook of the door. She sat on the sink counter as she waited for the water to warm up and sighed, flipping her blond hair out of her face and hopping down to the ground, stripping herself and getting into the shower, sighing in relief as the warm water hit her chest and made her relax. This was nice. Blake closed her eyes and rubbed the shampoo into her hair, feeling calm and collected as she washed her hair and smelled the fruity scent of green apple mango. Ahh, she loved showers! But, enough screwing around! She had to get dressed!

Blake jumped out of the shower, turning it off and grabbing her towel, wrapping it around her petite body and bending down to reach under the sink, getting her blow dryer out, her make-up, and her brush. She could hear her Collie, Jace, barking but decided to just ignore him and go along with blow drying her hair, gritting her teeth as the barking continued. She managed to blow her hair dry in less then ten minutes, and picked up her brush, running it through her hair and looking at herself in the mirror.

God, it took so long to look pretty. She did it everyday and was used to it, but still! A girl could only handle so much. She ran her fingers through her hair and applied her eyeliner to her left eye, moving on to the right and gasping as the dog barked even louder, making her almost poke her eye out. "JACE, SHUT UP!" she yelled. Of course, she wasn't afraid that Jace would leave the room or anything, she had thought before that and asked the Invisible Fence people to put one simple line up in front of her door. Simple, not too expensive, and very useful.

Blake growled as Jace just kept on barking and slammed her eyeshadow down, opening the bathroom door and storming out in only her towel. "GOD. WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT THE HELL UP!" she begged at the top of her voice, grabbing the dog by the collar and glaring, before looking up and seeing someone in the doorway. "Ummm....." was all she could say as she blushed and stood up straight, putting a hand over the front of the towel. Wow... This was embarrassing. Thanks a lot, Jace!

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[[Yeah, yeah it sucked. I'm failing at starting boards, lately. ]]

[Mortimer Edison]

Mort smirked to himself as he casually made his way up to the girls' dorms. He was having a fantastic week. First he had slithered his way into the little killer's club going on here, then almost everyone started to like him, and now he had been invited up to a girl's room. Blake was no Dai, of course, but a pretty blonde was a pretty blonde, and Mort had no complaints.

Despite what anyone who knew him would think, the demon had no evil intentions in mind as he closed the distance between himself and the girl's dorm. He wasn't going to force this to be anything it wasn't, and he certainly wasn't going to hurt her. Yet. After all, their relationship had only just started to bloom - what fun would it be if she died before he got the chance to break her heart?

Mort hadn't dressed any fancier than usual - he was only wearing a pair of tight black pants, a black sleeveless T-shirt and one of his signature black jackets with the hood up. Naturally.

The boy had eventually found himself in a hallway full of dorms, and could hear snippets of various girly conversations, such as about how cute Ezra and Sammii were together, or how a girl had a crush on Devon, or just how much of a bitch Blair was. Forcing the cruel smirk off his face, Mort counted down the doors as he walked past them. Eventually, in the quieter end of the hall, he neared an open door with some sort of dog yapping out. Great, he thought. Company.

He cautiously approached the doorway and peered in, only to be greeted with something slightly quieter than a scream. "GOD. WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT THE HELL UP!" Charming. "Oh, come on, my voice isn't that annoying," he joked, making his way into the room. And that was about when he realised she was only wearing a towel.

THUD!

And there he went, face-planting himself onto the floor. Sure, he had seen plenty of women naked before. Hell, he had even seen this one naked before, albeit briefly. And then there were the men. But all of those couldn't take away the fact that Mort had just tripped over an invisible doggy fence. Fuck. Pushing himself off the floor slightly, he looked up to the girl with a sheepish grin and red cheeks. "Uh... I can come back later if this is a bad time?" As the collie growled and barked in his ear, one thing flashed across Mort's mind.

At least I still know how to make a fuckin' entrance.
[Sorry, yeah, kinda short and crap, but it's hell late here, and I'm tired as fuck. :\]

[Blake Phoenix]

Blake groaned and walked over to Mort, pulling him up and snapping her friends at the dog, making him stop barking instantly and end up just growling lightly. "Sorry Jace is uh, protective." she explained, letting go of him and pulling Jace back by his collar, putting him in the bathroom and closing the door. Jace would be fine in there until Mort left. When he was going to leave, she wasn't sure. "Come back? But the party hasn't even started." she teased, letting her hand drop as she looked at him. He was even hotter then he was on the internet. It sent shivers up her spine, looking at him. Of course, Blake didn't feel anything for him but lust, and lust would soon leave. But at the moment, all Blake knew was this; a very hot guy was in her room and she was only wearing a towel.

"Shit, I forgot you were coming so soon and just got out of the shower. I can go get dressed." she offered, pointing over her back, not being able to help the small look of confusion on her face. "And your voice isn't annoying. Quite the opposite, actually. I think it's dead sexy." she purred, leaning forward and kissing him on the cheek. "So, whatcha wanna do now that you're here and the annoying animal is away?" For some reason, she wasn't thinking of cards or a board game. Not tonight. Maybe not any night. "Did I scare you too much? Is that why you fell over Jace's fence?" she teased, giggling and shaking her head. "Don't worry. You're not the first." she reassured him, putting her hands on her hips.

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[[Yeahhh, again, it's not that great but I'm doing five billion other things. Dx ]]

[Mortimer Edison]

In his mind, Mort smirked. Smart dog. He let out a small grunt as he pushed himself up with one hand, not wanting to pull Blake down with the other. "Come back? But the party hasn't even started." A sly smirk crossed his face as a shadowy hand reached out from a wall and gently pushed the door closed. He lowered his hood to reveal his black-tinged blonde hair and took a step closer to the girl. "Party? I'm looking forward to it." He briefly looked down to her towel, then back to her face, as his blue-green eyes locked with hers.

"Shit, I forgot you were coming so soon and just got out of the shower. I can go get dressed." "Just got out? Shame. But no, I think I'll survive if you stay dressed like that," he teased. "And your voice isn't annoying. Quite the opposite, actually. I think it's dead sexy," she flirted, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. Gritting his teeth slightly, Mort knew he could only restrain himself for a little while longer. He needed to find an opening, and fast.

"So, whatcha wanna do now that--" Bingo. Without warning, Mort cut off the girl as he leaned in toward her and pulled her head towards his as he pressed his lips against hers. He closed his eyes for a few moments as the kiss went on, then suddenly they opened and he broke away. After all, he only wanted her to have a taste of things to come. "Er... sorry..." he muttered awkwardly as he avoided her gaze, blushing. "I couldn't help myself... You're just so--" He cut himself off. "Er... maybe I should go?" The shy guy routine almost always worked. And if it didn't, he'd just have to use more aggressive tactics.

[Blake Phoenix]

Blake watched as Mort stepped closer and almost jumped in the air when the door closed. Was that Mort...? But, he hadn't been near the door. Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked into his eyes, her own blue-gray ones, sweeping over his face. Of course girls liked him. They would be crazy not to. So why was he bothering with her anyways? He could have any girl he could dream of. Maybe it was just because she was a quickie. That seemed to happen a lot with Blake.... She couldn't help but feel a little scared as she listened to him. He was just so... perfect, it seemed.

Blake giggled and raised an eyebrow, "Shame? I can go back in the shower if you'd prefer?" she offered, tauntingly. Of course, she had no way of knowing that he was about to kiss her, making her gasp a little when he pulled her head down. She blinked and felt herself leaning into him instinctively, like she was getting drawn into him. Her heart raced even faster, tripping and missing beats as she pulled away, feeling his lips open. Okk... so she knew why he was here, but so fast? She didn't know it would be like that... not that she cared too much or anything silly like that.

"Umm..." Blake blushed along with him, not being able to look him in the eye as Jace snarled suddenly and kept on barking. She groaned and took a step back. "I should probably go make him stop barking... and get some clothes on?" It was more of a question then anything. She hadn't felt the same, kissinghim compared to kissing some other guy. There was something weird about it. Not that it wasn't nice. Oh god, it was divine. But still... instinct won over in the long run. She pulled the towel up more as it started slipping and cursed as it almost came undone. "I'm sorry! I think I'm going to go get dressed!" she stated, embarrassed and turning around.

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[Mortimer Edison]

Mort attempted to lock eyes with the girl, completely ignoring the rest of her body, a look of genuine concern plastered on his face. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. He hadn't anticipated this at all. After all, she was the one who invited him up to her room, right? She was the one who presented herself to him in nothing but a towel. What was he supposed to do? Challenge her to a game of chess? Braid her hair and talk to her about kewt boiz? He was a man (since he had a penis) and she was a woman (since she had a vagina). He was sure that when Adam first met Eve, they didn't begin their relationship by chatting about the weather. Why should they do the same?

He chewed on the corner of his lip as the girl turned toward the bathroom, but then he grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him, only to stare into her beautiful eyes again. His own blue-green eyes were full of confusion, apology, disappointment, frustration and concern all bundled into one as he tried his best to read her thoughts. Giving up, he released her hand with an exasperated sigh. "Yeah..." he muttered, "That's probably a good idea."

As the girl entered the bathroom Mort made his way to the opposite wall and firmly pressed his forehead against it in frustration as he calculated his next move. She was in the bathroom getting changed... he could cut his losses and keep what remained of his dignity if he left right now. But then again he could take a gamble and potentially reward himself with not only sex, but also restore a good deal of his self respect. He gently started to bang his head against the wall, wishing he was banging something else right now, struggling to come to a decision.

Finally he decided to stay, figuring it would be better to see things through than to run and make things awkward for them in future. Hell, even if nothing happened between them tonight, there was a good chance they'd at least be able to connect emotionally (or rather he would attempt to relate to a creature far deeper than himself), which would set the girl up for some heartbreak in the future. Slowly bringing his wall-banging to a stop, Mort let out another frustrated sigh. Why did humans, and, in turn, everything else that wasn't widely acknowledged as edible, have to develop such complex emotions? In his opinion, it ruined the perfect circle of life: Be born, eat, play, kill, fuck, kill, fuck, eat, play, kill, die. After all, this was the real world, not some fuckin' cartoon about some lions, a meerkat and a warthog.

[Blake Phoenix]

Blake couldn't help but wonder if Mort fucked as well as he kissed... and if the answer was yes. The thoughts sent shivers up and down her body, making her shake lightly as she turned around to look at her bathroom door. She looked in the mirror and sighed. Oh, what the hell! Who cared what she did next?? It was her life and she wanted to live it. She wanted to have regrets and fuck up and make mistakes. And tonight, was going to be on of those mistakes. Blake walked out of the bathroom and walked up to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him from the wall and backing him into it. She forced her lips onto his and didn't even pull her towel up as it started slipping. All she knew was, she was turned on now, and her tongue was in his mouth.

Blake pushed all reasoning thoughts from her head as she wrapped her petite legs around his waist, kissing his lips roughly, biting his bottom lip, her hand running through his hair. "Maybe I should get lucky more often if you're the one picking me for tonight.." Blake mumbled into his ear, smirking a little as she stuck her hand under his shirt, rubbing his chest with one hand and pulling his shirt off with the other. She was going to make him her's for the night. Who cared if she never hung out with him or went out with him ever again? She wanted some damn fun for the first time in weeks! And this was certainly her idea of having fun.

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[[Yeah, sorry I ran out of things to write but if you need me to, I can make it longer. =) ]]

[Mortimer Edison]

He wasn't sure whether he should be scared of this girl. First she invited him up to her room and greeted him in a towel. Then she freaked out and ran into the bathroom. Now she came back out... still in the towel? Mort turned at the sound of the opening door in time to witness Blake reach out and attach herself to his neck. His eyes wide open in shock, the girl pushed him back into the wall and suddenly her lips were on his as her tongue started having a party in his mouth. Always the good host, Mort quickly regained his senses and met her tongue with his, seeing her towel slipping from the corner of his eye. She didn't pull it up. Deciding to give gravity a hand, the demon placed his hands on the girl's shoulder blades and gently slid the towel down until it fell into a heap around her feet. Suddenly his pants felt a whole lot tighter.

When Blake wrapped her legs around his waist he left the wall and moved toward the center of the room, supporting the girl's weight with nothing but his own. He let out a small gasp as her kisses got rougher and her teeth clenched on his lip, and in response his hands began to run up and down her legs before slowly making their way up to her thighs. "I'm the lucky one," he whispered, smiling gently as she rubbed his chest and removed his shirt, revealing the green and black of the snake and the red of the apple.

His lip free, Mort took the opportunity to cover her neck with soft kisses, then trailed his tongue along her sweet skin. He moved up her neck and back to her mouth before returning her earlier favour. His teeth softly gripped her bottom lip, then made way for his tongue, impatiently rushing to meet its partner. At the same time, his hands massaged the insides of her thighs, tauntingly close to her crotch.

[Huh. It was easier for them to screw than I thought it'd be. x3 Kinda seemed like you couldn't be bothered with all the small talk and stuff in between, but whatever. xD Maybe a little longer next time though? =P]