like a game *

[hannah3]

everybody is someone else's secret

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Vince wasn't sure why, but his leg was bouncing underneath the table, almost like he was nervous or something. He knew no such emotion, so of course he was a little confused as to what exactly it was he happened to be feeling. Anxiety was more of the word, simply because he didn't know what the hell was going to happen today. He was meeting an old client/hookup for lunch in a place the paparazzi could swarm like bees. They'd gobbled it up a couple years back when Vince quit working for her because they hooked up. It was typical for him. Well, not the quitting a job mid-contract deal, but definitely wasn't out of character for him to leave once things started getting serious. He wasn't sure why he just left though. He usually ended up getting so mean that the girls left him. Once he figured out he was even a little attached to a girl, he started being a complete asshole to compensate. Often times, he thought he did it just to make them leave so it wasn't exactly on him. But this time it was, and now she was meeting him here for lunch. Shit, what did he get himself into?

The worst part was, he'd only really talked to her once and he was already acting out of the ordinary. He really didn't enjoy the mess he'd gotten himself into right now. It was only about one in the afternoon, but he was swirling what was left of a Jack and coke in a glass that had been sitting on the table. He needed a little liquid courage right about now. He would gladly take out a guy twice his size, which was considerable because Vince was by no means a small man, but when it came to shit like this, where it wasn't a casual shag and bag... he was awful. He was even trying to repress the instinct to be a douche bag to her, which was interesting enough. Why he'd agreed to meet her here? Made no sense whatsoever. But he was beginning to accept that some things in life, made no sense and never would. This was one of them.

He pulled out his phone and scrolled through old text messages, making sure his assignment was still at some set doing an interview, where she was supposed to be. He was growing on the idea of being responsible for a person again, but he was also wondering what the hell to do with it. He hadn't taken a bodyguard job since Cali, and he knew well how that one ended. He considered himself lucky he hadn't been charged with rape, considering she was so much younger than he was. He sighed, trying to put the past behind him and calm the fuck down.

He had already taken the liberty of ordering a wine for her, dry and red, just how she liked it. He wasn't sure what she was eating.. or if she was eating these days, so he left that up to her to do. Deep down, though, he was excited to see her. She was hot after all, despite the huge age gap between them. Her body was so young and fresh, real.. everything about it was a turn on. Her personality was also something to be cherished as well. Working with her, making sure she wasn't snatched off the streets, they grew to be quite close even before they had sex, so he knew just about everything about her. He pocketed his phone, not wanting to seem bored when she showed up. He nearly cursed his aunt and uncle for teaching him manners and morals only learned by a true southern gentleman anymore. These days, all the guys were complete assholes and he couldn't say he didn't participate in the trend most of the time. But hey, he had a new trend to follow as of late, and that trend was breaking his current habits that he was, for a long time, happy with. He needed his life moving in a different direction, and maybe this was it.

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TAGGED --- cali / brit
WORDS --- several
OUTFIT --- here, yo
LYRICS --- the audition
CREDIT --- everything else © hannie
OTHER --- tadaaaa.

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[nymph]

The female’s passionate heart was melting away by the time the taxi cab actually stopped at the grill and bar that was thoughtfully placed on the sand covered shores of California. Just his presence made her day easier, as she got ready he was stuck in her mind, even against her will. She didn’t want to like him this much already; it could become obvious to him. There was this invisible wall he put up in her mind; one that protected the Spain-born Barbie Doll. The two hadn’t seen each other in a long while, too long for California Amor. Her brain lied to her, and told her it was in best interest for the two, and maybe it was. Who would want the emotional and destructive baggage of California? She stepped out of the yellow and black taxi cab with the same laid back and cutesy temperament she has always had, despite what was going through her mind.

Their relationship was almost as complex as California. Vincent Moore began as her body guard as she travelled the world, but through her mission of self discovery she found herself knee deep in strong emotions of guilt and sadness. The young woman needed to get out of the hole she began to burry herself in. With her hands held high as she reached out, one that was always there grabbed onto them. The exotic beauty didn’t care or even think twice of his intentions, whether they be wholesome or not. California just needed someone to whole onto and someone to hold onto her, he was there. Always. Despite that it was technically his job to take care of her; she didn’t mind that he broke a few personal boundary rules, she actually very much enjoyed it and he did too. In the beginning they knew most things about each other that were written on paper(when she actually read his resume and didn’t just look at his face), although throughout the business relationship they found out many things that were not written on paper. Vince discovered her deepest secrets which was the most controversial topics that buzzed amongst the tabloids throughout her high school years. He found out that she was in fact anorexic.

He saved her from the crawling and malevolent intentions of her psychological disorder. It became almost routinely, if you have the audacity call it that; when the insecure young thing was having a break down, he would be there to comfort her. In her eyes, he held her in a way she was never held by anyone before. After almost a year and a half of tabloids and rumors of their dating, they finally collapsed to the rumors of their affair, in which it became a reality. They slept together, for California, this was a first. It was the first time she really knew someone and at the time she could even say she loved him before she slept with them. Although, it was the day after that fueled the rumors of their ‘break up’. He was spot leaving her hotel room, and they were not spotted together again. Albeit the rumors were untrue, the inferior and seemingly innocent young girl felt left in the dust, but not bitter. For she was never the sort. After that day, she just went about her life as nothing had ever happened, and honestly, she thought nothing really did. Cali was happy to see him again, he had become one of her best friends, and she missed him dearly.

She sauntered into the restaurant in her, again, very careless manor with an innocently clueless look on her face and the brunette’s spunky yet graceful walk. The breeze lifted her thick hair with its soft touch, as she looked around for Vincent. Her hands found themselves together across her waist fiddling with the strap of her tote. The breeze of Los Angeles always astounded her, for a short second she lifted her face up and closed her eyes hoping to feel the soft breeze across her face. Quickly she came back to the earth, and still gawked at the beauty of the outdoor restaurant. She loved the feel and atmosphere of the place, but especially that subtle current of wind that flowed through her light dress, letting little glimpses of the bottom portion of her swimsuit show, while the straps of the upper piece were obviously shown. She let her hair go wild as she displayed as the breeze flowed through it. Her face was natural looking; she was far too comfortable with Vincent to wear a decent amount of make up just to meet him. The look worked for its purpose, and just like her face the whole outfit was very basic. A lacey loose fitting short light weight white dress covered a classy deep red swim suit. On her feet were wedges that accented her height, and in her hands was a large tote bag. She wore no jewelry except for a few gold bangles around her left wrist.

California saw him sitting there. Her brain immediately flashed back through their history, and her body felt like it was melting away. She flashed him a confident smirk, but it turned into a cheeky smile and a soft giggle. She felt an air of protection as she made her way to him; his presence was all she needed for safety. Emotions pulsated through her body like flashing lights; they were not hindering her, in fact they brought her to life. Once California made her way to him, she ignored the table and the fact that they were going to be eating and bent at her waist next to him, resting one arm on his shoulder and one hand on his thigh for support, leaving them face to face. “Heyya, soldier,” she whispered to him softly as if she were whispering him sweet nothings into his ear as she looked into his tough green eyes. Subtly and slowly, as not to startle the serious minded boy, she let her hand slide down his bare muscular arm and to his hand, where she delicately gripped his. “Let’s go swimming,” California said in the same fashion as before, and began to lead him away from the table and to the beach, as they walked away she left her hand in his.

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(i didnt proof this(which i usually dont do anyway until recently) and you can take off a 100 words because i was too lazy to find and put together an outfit so i just described it, so without the 100 it would be 957. sorry its long, but the next one probz wont be as much. i will hopefully make this glamorous later. idk! i think i did a little gm at the end where they walked away together i mean i can remove that if you want. but yeah i didnt think it was a super huge deal.)

[hannah3]

everybody is someone else's secret

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Vincent sighed, swirling the rest of the liquid in his cup before lifting the glass to his lips, and turning the bottom toward the sky. The sun was high and warm, just the way he liked it. He didn't necessarily like the cold, bitter weather of New York, and he was just realizing it. The warm climate of California seemed to fit his personality just a little better than freezing temperatures and intense winds. He had to say, the beach at his disposal twenty-four hours was very nice, and Zeus was enjoying it too. He hadn't been here very long, but he'd already made himself a bit of a beach bum. Of course he enjoyed it, simply because he could show off his physique and gain the attention of girls half his age. Normally, he wouldn't be happy about it, but he was getting into the spirit of the west coast and becoming a bit of an attention whore. Naturally he realized he was being a little weird and reined himself in before he let anything specifically bad happen. And when he said specifically bad, he meant like, fucking a seventeen year old. It was something he would have done a few years ago, but there was a good bit of maturity on Vince Moore's shoulders now, maturity he couldn't just forget about at the drop of a hat. He'd grown into his age and reputation and had to respect it.

The first glimpse he got of her, he felt like he might fall over even though he was sitting safely in a chair. She was still a knockout to say the very least.. those long, tanned legs of hers eating up ground like that's what they were born to do. Those hips, blossoming in perfect proportion to her tiny waist and sufficient bust. Now, another thing those years taught Vince was that women weren't all about the physical side, and that he should get to know and love the personable side of them. He knew both sides of Cali, and he had to say her physical side was something that still threatened to knock him flat on his back. His hand was still around the empty glass that sat on the table as his smile spread across his face. He was genuinely happy to see her, and he noticed his leg stopped bouncing. He didn't think it would be like this, seeing her again. He'd been expecting an awkward reunion. He should have known better though; nothing was awkward with Cali.

He half-expected what she did next, but having her so close so quickly wasn't something he was prepared for. Her perfume came in a cloud to sabotage his sense of smell. She always smelled so delicious - and not like a juicy, well-done steak either. If one looked up "sex on legs" in the dictionary, Vince imagined you would find Cali. He leaned back in the chair as she leaned over him, resting his arms against the armrests of the wooden chair. His bright green eyes stared up at her, a smirk coming to rest at his mouth. Not just a cute little teasing smirk either.. it was his pure, 'I would love to do naughty things to you,' smirk. She brought out that side in him, but he'd promised previously that he wouldn't pressure her to do anything, and he was a man of his word. Breaking a promise was just something you didn't do in his eyes. If he planned on going against it, what was the point in him making it anyway? And then she said it. Heya, soldier. He thought he was going to end up a puddle on the ground. Every tense muscle in his body ended up relaxed. Just the way she purred the pet name threatened to turn him on. Maybe it was because it reminded him of boot camp, when all the sergeants called everyone "soldier", just as a motivational tool. But even so, why was it so sexual to him? He didn't know, but he loved the way she said it. "Hey," he purred back, sure he didn't have the same effect with his salutation.

His eyes followed her hand as it descended his shoulder, down his bicep, past his elbow, and into the palm of his own hand. He sighed, watching her eyes as she basically told him they were going to swim instead of eat. He was alright with that - he was a man, so he was always hungry, but even more so, he was always ready for a swim with a sexy woman. He stood up and followed her down the steps of the restaurant and onto the sand, feeling the sand file into his flop flops and between his toes. It was hot from the intense sun, but Vince was more than alright with it. He let her hold his hand, resisting the urge to slip his arm around her waist. It felt like old times. Old times. Shit, Vince. No, she's trouble, she's only gonna bring you down. He sighed again, wondering what the hell he should do. She brought out his immature side more than anyone, and he didn't want that. "Eager to get wet?" See?! The double meaning to that was definitely something he would have said when he was younger but not now. What the hell was he thinking? He cleared his throat and shook his head a little at himself, wondering what he should do. He was never a man of many words, so he settled easily into the silence broken only by the rolling of waves toward the shore.

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TAGGED --- cali / brit
WORDS --- several
OUTFIT --- here, yo
LYRICS --- the audition
CREDIT --- everything else © hannie
OTHER --- neh..

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[nymph]

The tanned Spaniard absorbed the beach as she took a large deep breath of the specific smell of the ocean air. Her hand seemed to grip his rough hand tighter as she felt the sunlight tickle her nose, a warm hearted smile rose on her face and she looked back at Vince with her honey sweet smile and then her head returned to the shore, and remained to gawk at the clear water. The Spanish beauty missed the beaches and heat of California. She had always been used to the astonishing feel of the tropical ocean spray that only Los Angeles had. In New York City, she felt at home in the city, but the lack of tropical bliss always ate at her. As they walked forward, she shed the wedges and the bag and placed them in one pile. It was relaxing for Cali for she rarely had these moments with men. Her past choices in the opposite sex had been short lived and shallow, but with Vincent Moore it had somehow become a deeper connection, and now that she was with him, it was a pleasantly refreshing feeling that burned in her stomach. She felt comfortable and safe, just by having her hand in his. He gave her a boost of needed security; security she needed in times like these.

His comment put a smile on the sexual being’s angelic face. Her hand still remained in his as they neared the water and she stopped her entrancing walk for just a moment to turn around to Vince. She gripped the end of her short white summer dress and lifted her dress up slowly, revealing her deep scarlet red swim suit. California dropped it to the side of her while the female found her and Vincent face-to-face. Her delicate hand rested on his chest for a second before she let her finger tips caress his muscular body as her hand slid down to his waist. The young thing rested her hand under his shirt, laying base of the bodyguard’s stomach. California could feel every breathe he made. In and out his chiseled stomach went. The insecure girl’s heart skipped a beat as she felt his bare skin. Her voice was coaxed in raw sex appeal, and her seductive eyes were intently stuck on his. “Maybe a little,” she started, but as she began to speak again she began to turn and walk into the gentle push and pull of the shallow water, and then she turned her head back to him with that devilish glint in her eyes and enchanting smirk she continued on, “beach towels spread across the sand do seem to make quite good beds.”


( i told you this was gonna be a major fail its like 458 words i think! hope its fine, by the next one i should have a formatt.)

[hannah3]

everybody is someone else's secret

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Vincent had enjoyed the beach since he was here, but setting foot on it with her made it seem different. What had once been a recreational area now almost metamorphosed into a date scene. He hated thinking the word, and letting the meaning of it reverberate inside his skull. Those silly little things he took her on some time ago, just the two of them, where they would have a good time. He could not deny that he indeed missed those days and cherished them in his memory, for they represented a time when he might have been truly happy with is life. He had a good job, a woman to hold him down, and his whole future in front of him. It seemed so nice compared to now, where all he had was a good job. Not only was it monetarily rewarding, but visually as well. He was still getting to know Lucia Ferrera, but her backside was one he'd known well after just a couple days of working for her. He wasn't being a pervert, just a man. There was no being with testosterone on this earth that wouldn't look every chance they got. She modeled lingerie, for fuck's sake.

But still, that didn't distract him from the moment he was sharing with Cali. He stopped to let her take off her heels and set her bag down, and he took the time to slip off his flip flops as well. He'd been following just slightly behind her, so when she suddenly stopped moving forward, he came to an abrupt stop, looking straight down into her eyes and she turned to him. He tried a handsome smile, wondering what she expected out of this. He hoped it wasn't anything more than a reconnection as friends. The more he thought about it, the more he realized there wasn't time for a healthy relationship - at least not the way he liked it. If he was going to be in a relationship with someone, he spent a lot of time with them. Not because he was dependent, but because if he was dating them he had to like spending time with them and when you're a couple, you own the right to be with that person as much as is comfortable for the both of you. Vince was very old fashioned in that respect, when it came to having an emotional relationship with someone. He'd had that with Cali, and hadn't had one since. He swallowed discreetly as she rested her hands against his chest and he slowed his breathing, glancing down to watch her hands move up and down with each inhale and exhale. Then her hands wandered south and landed on the abdominal muscles most girls melted over.

He was a little more comfortable with her touching him now, it had been a sudden but expected thing just moments ago. She'd always been a touchy person, which was something he was generally okay with. He reached for the hem of his tank top, sliding it over his head. He let it cascade with the gentle breeze to the ground to sit atop the small pile they'd already formed on the sand. Her eyes burned up into his, and he almost felt the fire for a moment. The passion they'd shared once hadn't skipped a beat, but maybe grown a little with the distance he placed between them. Sure there was some guilt about leaving her, but in the end it had been for the best. For both of them. His hands, before he knew it, had found their way to her waist, resting gently over the arches of her pelvis resting just under her browned skin. He chuckled lightly as she spoke, dropping his arms back into his own personal bubble as she moved away and into the water. He watched her for a moment, mesmerized by the way her strides brought about an entrancing sway to her entire body. Those curves, cast in pure silhouette against the shining sun was almost photogenic in that moment, her perfect figure fit for someone much more deserving than Vincent himself. He finally snapped out of it, shifting his gaze away from her perfectly sculpted ass and down to the water into which he was stepping. He caught up with her, placing one hand on each of her shoulders, then sliding his arms down her biceps to the crook of her elbow, his chest pressed gently against her back. "I'll take your word for it," he purred into her ear, his mouth just a couple inches away. What the hell are you doing, Vince? This wasn't the plan. He never deviated from the plan. Just walk away while you still can. He couldn't. He exhaled onto the nape of her neck, the humidity of the tropical atmosphere allowing it to condensate lightly. Finally, he was able to pull himself away and take a step forward with a taunting grin as he dove into the water in perfect form. He appeared several yards away as he shook his head to rid his eyes of the salty water.

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TAGGED --- cali / brit
WORDS --- idk
OUTFIT --- here, yo
LYRICS --- the audition
CREDIT --- everything else © hannie
OTHER --- sorry it took a while.

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