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 Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2017 10:04 pm
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He flipped the channel for the fortieth time and let out a long yawn as his arm stretched out along the back of the couch. It didn't matter how much money was spent on cable options, not if there was absolutely nothing to watch on the two hundred some-odd channels they'd purchased as part of the.. whatever package deal they'd purchased.
He hadn't really paid attention at the time, it had simply seemed the most exclusive and therefore he simply had to have it.
That's how Quilong was. If it was unique, if it was expensive, if it was exclusive, it was his. It applied to every aspect of his life, whether it be the decor in his illustrious home or even the simple watch on his wrist. Father's money helped pay for it, as well as the honorary job in his company that kept the young man well funded.
His most important treasure, however, was something that had taken a fair amount of time to obtain. There was no other acquisition like it, but there was also one small, little problem.
This treasure happened to have a mind of her own.
Forever bored with the lack of anything to watch, he decided it was time to pester this particular treasure. The cell phone came out and was turned on, his thumb lazily pushing the buttons as he shot a text off to his queen.
[To Niylah: so whatcha up to? ]
Y'know, ignoring the fact she was probably in the same house as he was. But that would take effort, getting up to look for her.
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Nuxaz rolled 1 100-sided dice:
84
Total: 84 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2017 3:45 pm
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The answer he received was short and brief - to the point, as his girlfriend tended to be. It wasn't a wonder how she'd managed to climb the corporate ladder for herself, rising to be an impressive, intimidating woman in a man's world.
Just another reason his treasure shined as brightly as she did.
Quilong pursed his lips for a moment, debating his next move. She wasn't in the bedroom, but judging by the time... probably getting ready for work. He'd show up to his office in the next few (or whenever the mood struck him, really) but she was a stickler when it came to time. Or at least, she usually was.
Pushing himself off the couch, he gave himself a moment to stretch before his feet led him to the staircase, long legs pushing him upwards as his hand skimmed the surface of the banister. It didn't take long for him to locate her, the sweet scent of her perfume and her wafting in the hallway, where he found her by the closet.
The dress wasn't her prettiest one, but frankly, there were few that could match her natural beauty. She wore each of them well and the knowledge that there were a slew of businessmen that got to see her every day looking as gorgeous as she was sent a pang of jealousy through him.
"Need assistance?"
The question came out more as a purr as fingers brushed across the nap of her neck, shooing away her hands as he reached down to kiss the top of her spine. His own fingers took their casual time slowly, slowly, slowly pulling up the zipper on the back of her dress.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2017 4:01 pm
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Qui never failed to be persistent when it was something he wanted, or thought he deserved and Niylah didn't have an opportunity to turn him away before he was in her space. The press of his lips against her spine made her shiver even when the deliberately slow tug of her zipper upward. "Only if you're actually going to assist me," she managed to retort, glancing over a slender shoulder at him.
The zipper wasn't even half way up when she turned to face him, lips curling into a carefully practiced smile.
"Thought you weren't going to get up." She admitted, allowing fingers to slide along his jaw and for her thumb to graze his lips before she turned away. "All the way up," she demanded, pausing before choosing to add in, "please."
Niylah waited for him to do as she asked before she turned around for a second time, both arms looping around her boyfriend's neck. "Couldn't resist me, could you?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2017 3:03 pm
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"Sure you did," he was quick to argue, tilting his head back as he relaxed and enjoyed her soft ministrations in his hair. She always knew how much pressure to apply - sometimes her grip was firm and unrelenting while other times it was soft, like gentle kisses across his skins. This was more of the latter, thankfully.
"You wouldn't have worn that red if you didn't."
Quilong didn't want to think about who else she could be putting in all that effort for. The chairmen and the clients at her business didn't deserve to see such a goddess in their midst, much less have her dress up for them.
Red eyes narrowed possessively as he started to push forward, effectively sandwiching her between himself and the closet as he dipped his head down to her, lips centimeters away from lips as he grinned slyly. "Because if you're trying to make me jealous, princess, it's working."
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2017 3:38 pm
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"Yes I do," she insisted, rolling her eyes at him. "Unlike you, I actually go to work and work." While she too was a trust fund child, Niylah took pride in the fact that she was a career woman. Sure, she could have easily made a living on her looks alone, but she much preferred to be the one calling shots where she could.
The more autonomy she retained, the better.
"Quit being so melodramatic, Quilong," she scolded, hooking her fingers beneath his jaw and drawing him into her space again. Leaning in far enough to make him believe that she might kiss him, she let her next words be said against his mouth.
"You're nearly as insufferable as the businessmen I attend to on a nearly daily basis." She drew away, painted nail tapping his nose. "Don't you have to go into the office too?"
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