all you want `

[hannah3]

Vince made the hard right onto the long drive that connected the main road with the mansion set back into the hills of California. He peered over his aviators at the sight before him. The mansion was familiar to him, after all he spent a lot of his time there. Not a lot of people could say they spent a lot of time at Lucia Ferrera's house, but he definitely could. It was his job to protect her, and he was apparently doing a very good job of it. Her manager was pleased with him; so pleased, in fact, he'd already gained a raise in pay from a salary that was opulent to begin with. Vincent was used to getting huge payouts to his jobs, but none of them had been quite so large or quite so consistent. He didn't even feel like he was doing anything, really. Part of that just stemmed from the perks of the job, which were also a part of this he was used to. But the curves his most recent boss had were not to be fucked with. Well, if given the chance, Vince would fuck with them. But if you had no place touching her, your fingers should probably stay away. Vincent was already quite territorial over her, no longer afraid to touch her or look threatening around her. That's what they paid him to do anyway. And he liked it.

He pulled his brand new motorcycle up to the garage, turning down the radio as he neared. The new bike was something he treated himself to after his last paycheck. He currently had more money than he knew what to do with, so this new toy seemed like the best option. Yes, he'd always had a bit of money to throw around but coming from military roots, all that cash went into savings that never really were spent... not for centuries. All that green just sitting in a bank account that some greedy member of the family somewhere far down along the line would take advantage of. But he had to admit, the visual rewards of this job were much more pleasing than the monetary. He wasn't a creeper, but he was a man after all. What male wouldn't enjoy this job? But he was beginning to wonder if maybe he was enjoying it a little too much. He understood the risks of having a sexual relationship with a boss - it had already happened to him once and it was a damned mess to clean up.

He didn't want to repeat with Lucia the mistakes he'd made with California. They might have been happy if he wasn't such a hot headed, commitment phobic person. He'd put off having a physical relationship with her for so long that finally, that night he gave in. And the next morning, he had a letter of resignation on her doorstep and a plane ticket for the next flight to the other side of the country. He shut off his bike, placing both feet firmly on the ground to keep from toppling over. He swung one leg over as he simultaneously removed the key from the ignition, placing the kickstand into position to keep the bike upright. It was shiny and silver, reflective in the sunlight as he admired it for half a second before turning toward the door to the garage. He opened the security system, pressing a sequence of numbers on the number pad. It wasn't a simple code, nor was it a simple security system. It was the works and would be damn near impossible to bypass without the entire code, which took him a couple weeks to memorize. He finished it, and the machine gave a satisfied beep as the deadbolt to the door clicked open. He smiled with satisfaction as he stepped through to shut it, and lock it back.

Vincent lifted his sunglasses to rest them on top of his head as he passed through the garage and into her house through the kitchen. It was empty, and he wasn't surprised. He toed off his shoes just inside like he always did. Apparently he tracked dirt into the house unlike any other. The maid, although half in spanish, alerted him of his dirty ways the first time he entered her house and left his shoes on. He hadn't understood all she said and for that he was thankful considering most of it sounded like curse words. But nonetheless, he understood the part about taking his shoes off to make her job easier. Vince wasn't obnoxious, so he decided to just obey. "Luce?" his baritone voice bellowed from the stainless-steel and cherry-oak kitchen. Wherever she was in the house, she could probably hear him considering his voice carried well no matter the setting. It had to - he'd been a Marine sergeant, and being soft spoken wasn't exactly an option while commanding a battalion of a hundred or more privates. He set his keys and sunglasses on the kitchen counter along with his wallet and cell phone. He was here for their usual weekend dinner, which they had to plan the next week's events. At least, that's what they called it. Vince just liked spending time with her one on one.

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TAGGED --- lucia/dayna
WORDS --- 878
OUTFIT --- click
CREDS --- lyrics © the audition, everything else © me
OTHER --- lolololol

[kody]

Lucia's life had been extremely boring until recently. Only everybody knew that her manager had hired her a bodyguard. At first she hadn't been to fond of the idea, but now she was realizing that it was a good thing. Her life had never been in danger, and she was pretty sure he thought that his job was easy, and she knew it was because she had never been hard to handle. She had managed to build some type of relationship with Vince. More of a friendship than anything, they told jokes and she spoke openly around him, especially when they were walking down the streets of Los Angeles, she had nothing better to do. He also came over to her house quite a bit, wether she invited him or he invited himself. Every time he came over they claimed it was all strictly business, but it was more friendly than anything. It seemed as they if liked spending time together with one another. Lucia knew that she liked spending time with him. She was one of Hollywood's elite, and it was hard to find somebody that was not going to use her. When it came down to friends, most of hers had fame strapped onto their name, and famous people travel, and so it as hard to hang out. Vince had became her friend while he was working as her bodyguard, but the only problem she had was the intense sexual tension.

She wasn't a sex fiend, but she was so physically attracted to Vince that every time she saw him her mind almost exploded. His job was to escort and guard celebrities, and so she knew that a lot of women even more attractive than her or just as were attracted to him also. He was good for protection, but also great eye candy to have around. She never minded walking behind him in the streets, he had a really firm butt. They had done a good job at keeping professional, but some of the conversations they had with one another weren't exactly 'G' rated. She had no idea that he had been California Amor's bodyguard, a fellow actress that Lucia was friends with. All she knew about that relationship was that they knew each other. She was sure that California hit on him and probably tried to get in his pants on a few occassions, but she had no clue about how sexual Vince was or about his love life, so she had no idea what the two of them could have ever been up to. Sometimes she wondered about it, but it really wasn't any of her business.

Vince was coming over for their weekly dinner. It was time that they spent together, discussing next weeks agenda. Where Lucia and going and what for, and what times he would need to be available for her. They always discussed business first, and then they would usually talk about whatever they wanted afterwards. But tonight Lucia had a plan. She was sexually frustrated, and she wanted him, bad. She wasn't just a tempstress but also a seductress when she wanted to be. Just ask her ex-husband. Vince always came around the same time every week for dinner. She heard a bike, which she didn't know he had, maybe it was new? But when she heard the garage door go up she knew it was him, because there were very few people that knew the security code to the alarm system. She was in her room, getting herself dolled up for her evening with her bodyguard. Really, there wasn't much dolling up to do. 'Luce?' When she heard him call her name, she bit at her bottom lip and swallowed nervously. She walked out of her bedroom and took a deep breath. She appeared in a short deep purple satin robe, and what was underneath was a surprise. "Hello Mister Bodyguard." She greeted with a dazzling smile. "I was thinking that maybe tonight we could discuss something personal..." She suggested, sitting on the arm of one of her leather chairs. "Come sit."



tag vincent moore / hannah word count enough! clothes a short purple robe. lyrics madonna - revolver graphics all by me! notes i feel like lucia is getting ready to be a rapist/creeper. ewwwww. xD

[hannah3]

Vince picked up his cell phone off the counter and started fiddling with it while he heard footsteps descend the stairs. She was up there a lot, and he figured it was her privacy so he should stay down here. Besides, bedrooms weren't usually for entertaining once you graduated high school. He was perfectly comfortable waiting for her in a room meant for entertaining guests, even though he wasn't exactly a guest. He was at her house more often than he was at his own. Ever since he settled into Los Angeles, he'd been out and about more often. No, not clubbing or anything, but perfecting his physique, running with his dog, taking in the sights. It was his job to know the layout of the city and that's what he was learning on his time off. He really didn't have a whole lot to do anyway, it wasn't like he had friends or family here aside from the couple of acquaintances he'd made since his arrival. And he was okay with that - those would come in time. For the meantime, he was perfectly happy.

Vince tossed his head over his shoulder as he heard her feet hit the level ground. The first thing he saw were those goddess-like legs eating up ground on fleshy thighs made for wrapping around waists in sexual endeavors. Dear God she was hot. He wasn't exactly surprised to see her in little more than lingerie, she did model underwear after all and he was required to accompany her to all photoshoots. It wasn't like he hadn't seen her in next to nothing before. But it was rather unusual for her to be dressed that way while they were lounging at her house. She was usually in very casual clothes, which made him pretty happy. He liked that she was comfortable around him and that the reverse was true as well. He liked the relationship they'd built, aside, of course, from the sexual tension. He liked that too, don't get me wrong, but dealing with it was a whole different ball game than what he was used to. He had good self control when he wanted it, and so far he'd been rather successful in reining himself in.

But that smile and that, well, lack of clothing... it was hard. And if he wasn't careful, it wouldn't just be the metaphorical sense either. He returned her dazzling, gorgeous smile with a handsome one of his own, his green eyes catching a few rays of the lights overhead. The way she greeted him was just so sexy, the way she called him bodyguard. It was like when Cali called him 'soldier'. It was the biggest turn on for him ever and he had no idea why. He would probably change his name to soldier just to get her to call him that all the time. Everyone has their kinky turn ons, and it just so happened that his were nicknames. Then she started talking about needing to talk about personal things. He couldn't lie, his stomach jumped to his throat at that point. Was she firing him? What the hell? He eyed her carefully as she sat on the arm of a chair and ordered him to come sit down. He, although reluctantly, followed her into the living room and took a seat in the chair on which she was sitting. He knew she wouldn't mind, it would be less awkward than screaming across the room at him. "So what's this all about?" he asked, making himself relax in the chair. He was worried, but one wouldn't be able to tell by his body language. He was always so aware of what his body was saying about him that reading him was damn near impossible. He looked up into her eyes, trying to keep his mind off her thighs and what was between them for ten seconds while attempting to be serious about something that might concern his immediate future.

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STATUS --- finished yay
TAGGED --- lucia/dayna
WORDS --- 878
OUTFIT --- click
CREDS --- lyrics © the audition, everything else © me
OTHER --- lolololol

[kody]

Being a lingerie model Lucia knew that her body was on display for the world to look over, and she knew that she was the center of a lot of mens fantasies. It made her feel good about herself and gave her all of the confidence in the world when she really needed it. If she had never of been Lucia Ferrera the lingerie model, her and Vince would get no where ever, because she would think he was way too good looking for her, and she'd be all shy and timid, heck she probably would have never of met him at all. Right now she usually would not have been wearing next to nothing, but she could still take off a lot more. When Vince came over she was normally in jeans or shorts with a t-shirt or a tank top, because she felt most comfortable in her home. When she went out she was much more dolled up in designer clothes, most of them she had snagged for free at parties. She never thought that she would be trying to seduce her bodyguard ever in a million years. Hopefully her manager would never find out.

That was exactly what she wanted, for him to sit in the arm chair. The way he eyed her though, let her know that he either knew what was going on or scared out of his mind for other reasons. But when he asked what it was all about and looked down into his face, she saw some of the fear in his eyes, and she knew that he was trying to hide it. She let out a chuckle, "It's nothing bad Vince, don't worry." Did he think that she was going to let him go while tempting him in her short robe, thighs right next to his face? Maybe she was taking the wrong approach, after all he was a pretty serious man, at least when it came to his job, and she knew it. "Your job is pretty secure." She gave him a reassuring smile, which turned into a smirk when she slid herself off of the arm of the chair. Really she wasn't looking to talk about anything, and no business talk would be going down tonight either. The dinner they were suppose to have, hadn't even been cooked. All he needed was dessert.

Still looking down at him she untied her robe and opened it to reveal her white lingerie underneath. She moved to the back of the leather chair and slid her hands down his shoulders to his chest and breathed on his neck. She whispered into his ear, "Relax." She pulled her hands off of his body, which was hard to do. She wanted to just tie him to the chair and have her way with him. By the time she made her away around the chair and into view again, her robe was off and she was just in her bra and underwear. Her blonde hair draped over one of her shoulders, and she placed her hands on her hips with her legs crossed as she stood in front of him. Looking straight ahead all Vince would be able to see were her curves. "We don't have to do anything." She reassured him. This could turn into a big sexual harassment lawsuit, so she was taking a big risk on her future here just by standing in front of him nearly naked. "But you drive me wild, and you're sexy as hell...and I know this goes against all the rules, but I really don't give a fuck right now." She leaned down, hovering over his body, gripping both arms the chair with her hands. Her face a few inches away from his. "It's your move."


tag vincent moore / hannah word count enough! clothes refer to above graphic. lyrics madonna - revolver graphics all by me! notes get it guuurl.

[hannah3]

Vincent knew there were times he was probably too serious, but then again, there were times he was thankful he was. Growing up and maturing did a number on him. Back in the day he was the last person anyone would have expected to grow up, ever. In college he played the most pranks, got the most girls, and dumped the most girls. He basically set himself up for having the pimp lifestyle, but when he turned thirty, it didn't seem like an option anymore. His life was slowly slipping out of his grasp. Becoming middle-aged wasn't something he enjoyed at all, therefore he decided to get serious about his life. But judging by her chuckle, he had nothing to worry about. Her reassurance allowed him to settle back into the European leather quite easily now, his eyes straying away from her stunning blue eyes to her stunning thighs. The woman was built like a fucking goddess and there was no way he could deny it, nor would he want to. So his job was secure, what the hell could they be discussing, especially with her basically naked right beside him?

The answer to that question came in chunks over the next several minutes. She slipped off the chair, and his eyes landed at her perfectly sculpted ass. Mmm, he knew exactly why the woman paraded around in panties (and sometimes less) for a camera. Shit she was hot. So goddamn hot. He wasn't going to be able to sit here and be civil for this conversation they were apparently going to have. She untied the robe and it was like slow motion; the purple fabric parting like the Sea of Galilee, the perfect white lingerie against her beautifully tanned skin was like clouds in a sea of sensual brown. He felt his heart rate slowly increase, and he swallowed just a little. Was she doing what he thought she was doing? Then he felt her strong, but still delicate hands slide over his muscular shoulders and onto his pectorals. He could feel the tips of her manicured fingernails on the other side of his shirt and he suddenly wished he wasn't wearing one. He wanted her to tear down his body with those fingernails.. just rip the fucking shirt off like a mountain lion. Her breath condensed on his neck, causing the tiny hairs to stand up like soldiers preparing for battle. It sent shivers down his spine as he inhaled, breathing out evenly.

Her touch left him entirely, and Vince found himself aroused. Not just by the fact that she was possibly the hottest woman he'd ever laid hands on, but also because this was strictly forbidden. He worked for her, for Pete's sake. She was his boss, and he was pretty sure he took a death pledge to not sleep with her when he was hired. Both hands were on the arms of the chair as she rounded to face him again, the white of her panties at eye-level as she walked past to stand in front of him. "Mmm.." he groaned quietly at the site, unable to help himself. The underwear and bra left very little to be imagined. His eyes, not-so-discreetly, checked her out from head to toe. Those brooding blue eyes, fiery in the dim light and aloof with arousal were piercing. Those pouty lips down to her slender shoulders. Those amazing breasts that could barely be contained by the lacy white undergarment, straining at the cups, begging to be let loose. Her slender waist, fruitful hips, down to that perfectly round ass attached to those beautiful, fleshy thighs. "Fuckin' shit.." he muttered. He felt like he'd been suckerpunched in the gut and she hadn't even touched him.

"We don't have to do anything." Oh fucking hell we don't. At this point, he was begging with his eyes to get a hand on her. He wanted her so badly.. he wanted to rip off what little she was wearing and take her right there on the floor. His raw man instincts were showing like when a bear is confronted with a fresh kill. Let's just say Vince's claws were out for the kill. She leaned in, and it seemed like a year until she stopped, her gorgeous face just inches from his. His eyes weren't on hers.. no, they were slightly south. He was staring at her chest, presented exclusively for his personal viewing, up close and personal. What she was saying was what he'd been thinking for quite some time.. and it didn't even occur to him that she was testing him, or that he would lose his job. That all took a backseat to what was happening in his pants right now. It's his move? His move? What the hell was that supposed to mean?

Another four seconds of nothing but heavy breathing and he knew exactly what it meant.

His strong arms were around her and she was on his lap in a matter of seconds after that, his lips pressed fully against hers spread just enough for his tongue to make its way into her mouth. There was so much tension between the two, this wasn't surprising. It was like stretching a rubber band to its limit, then watching it snap. This was the snap. One hand was wrapped around her, snaking up the middle of her back to her neck where he grasped the back of her head to support her from the sudden thrash forward. The other hand was against her stomach, his thick fingers tucking into the lace at her hips. His mouth moved away from hers, landing just under her jawline to place a series of heated kisses until he moved to her throat, then across her collarbone and to her bra strap, which he removed from her shoulder with his teeth. Dear Vincent hadn't really had a whole lot of time for sexual endeavors since he arrived in LA, so this was a whole lot of tension and a whole lot of deprivation mixed into one very hot, very horny Vincent Moore.

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STATUS --- finished yay
TAGGED --- lucia/dayna
WORDS --- idk, honestly.
OUTFIT --- click
CREDS --- lyrics © the audition, everything else © me
OTHER --- wow. i'm a man.

[kody]

The whole time Lucia was hoping that Vince wouldn't reject her, run away, quite his job - but at the same time she knew that he couldn't resist her. They were playful and had been from day one. They were comfortable around each other and so obviously attracted to one another. It was only a matter of time before she decided to come up with a plan such as this. She wanted him to want her, if not emotionally than physically. Because she had wanted to jump on that for a while now, and it was hard for her to keep her desires contained. As anybody could tell, there was so much tension between the two of them. Most couples started out with a peck on the lips, or something suttle. But that was not how it was going down, Lucia was pretty much naked on top of him, he had his hands all over her body and their tongues were down each others throats. Did she mind that they were moving fast? Not at all. She was the one parading around in her panties, exclusively for him.

Those four seconds scared her, but she had no doubt that he was going to grab a hold of her, because she had been looking straight into his eyes, she saw the desire. He couldn't resist her. She was pulled onto his lap, and she let out a small sound in surprise. She was on top of him, a leg on either side of him, straddling him. While his tongue was forcing it's way inside of her mouth, her hands delicately made their way up his neck and to the side of his face, she pulled his face closer to hers, deepening the kiss they had going. Her hands moved from his face to the back of his neck when their lips parted. She rolled her head onto one shoulder and snaked her hand up his shirt. His skin was warm, and she loved how it felt against hers. She drug her hands slowly up his stomach and then took them out of his shirt. She wanted to rip it off of his body, hulk style.

She stopped what he was doing to pull his shirt off over his head. She threw it to the side and gripped his arms, running her hands all over his upper body. He was so muscular, and she could not help herself. He continued kissing her neck, moving down to her collarbone and she she gently thrusted her body towards his, her torso matching up with his. Her pace of her breathing increased, and when he removed her bra strap from her shoulder, she knew what he wanted. She bent her arm behind her and unhooked her bra with one hand, but didn't take it off to expose herself. "How, far do you want to go?" She had to take a breath after the how. She was too heated and filled with sexual desire to talk properly. Lucia would go as far as she could with Vince. "Because I'm taking as much of you as I can..."


tag vincent moore / hannah word count enough! clothes refer to above graphic. lyrics madonna - revolver graphics all by me! notes tell me what the hell kind of fail was that... hannah you should write porn. XD

[hannah3]

In all his life, Vince could never remember being seduced by something as sexy as Lucia. Sure his choice in women had never been limited, but this was pushing the boundaries of what men could fathom. He wondered how many guys dreamed of this every night as they slept next to their prudent wives.. how many of them wished for this every time the clock passed a certain time or a star crossed a certain path in the night sky. To be perfectly honest, he'd wished for this to happen since the beginning of his employment. His green eyes were sparkling lustily, practically dripping of sexual desire. He was of course accustomed to the ways of one night stands, so going from a strictly professional relationship to one so intimate was an easy step for Vince. The Hulk of all desire was eating away at Vince's self control over the past several weeks, and finally released, it had dangerous strength. So much so, it even overpowered his usually very good judgment. And the worst part: he didn't give a damn. This irrational behavior didn't even concern him. He was perfectly alright with manhandling his boss and with his plans of throwing her on the floor and screwing the crap out of her. That sound of surprise she chirped just helped add to the sexiness. He wasn't sure why he liked it, but he definitely did. It was probably coupled with that retarded fetish of his.. how every time California called him "soldier" he was basically clay in her hands. But he wasn't thinking about California right now.. Just look at the woman he had, willing, and in his lap. She was pure woman and nothing turned him on more.

Her hands then appeared at his stomach, her fingers cold but leaving a trail of fire at the same time. She was spreading octane all over, and someone was about to light a match. He paused his kissing for a moment, exhaling rapidly against the skin of her neck. His hands dropped to the perfectly round curves of her ass and he could practically feel the pulsating flesh beneath the thin white panties. He gave a light squeeze followed by a harsher one, his kisses finally resuming as her fingers trailed along his stomach. They slid over the contours of his abs, following each movement, in and out of his not-so-steady breathing. Vince was begging her with his mind to just rip off the pointless, black t-shirt he'd worn over here. He didn't want the shirt to limit her roaming hands any further, and it seemed she didn't either. She removed her hands and lifted the hem of the shirt up. He pulled away, just long enough for his head and arms to slip out of the fabric and for it to become nothing more than a dark blur in his peripheral vision. Her hands were then free to explore his upper body, the same body she'd seen dozens of times before. He didn't go shirtless half the time because it was hot here in LA. A well-hidden alternate motive was something Vincent was guilty of.. She was running around in nothing more than underwear half the time, it was the least he could do in return without being distasteful.

The thrust was dually welcome, his hands on her ass pulling her closer. One hand then moved to her front, grabbing onto one of her silky smooth legs just above the knee. He rubbed around her knee cap, moving north just a little to slide from the outer edges of her thigh to the inner. Once there, he wasted no time in sliding up farther, getting to the more sensitive areas of her upper thigh. His fingers brushed against the white fabric just lightly, making him realize he was now out of thigh to massage. His hand slid teasingly up the length of her groin, where the hip meets the torso, back to her ass where it started. He heard the little clasps of her bra unhook, a sound to him like Beethoven or Bach to the trained musical ear; familiar and, in some cases, arousing. In this case, it most definitely was. However, the bra stayed put to cover her breasts, and he had to admit he was a little disappointed. No matter. It would be taken care of in time. His naughty thoughts were interrupted by her words, a question of seemingly little importance. It was fairly obvious how far Vincent wanted to, and planned on, going.

After her statement, the naughtiest grin brought one corner of his mouth upward. "Baby, I'm all yours," he replied, the same desire in his eyes. The next few seconds all happened as a blur. The bra came off, so did his shorts, and he'd laid her on the soft carpet of her living room. He was straddling her now, at the hips. He leaned over her, kissing her mouth roughly as both his hands found her chest. His practiced fingers made friends quickly, one abandoning post to stroke her long blonde hair away from her eyes and back onto the carpet where it fell into rank with the design in deep red.

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STATUS --- finished woop
TAGGED --- lucia/dayna
WORDS --- idk, honestly.
OUTFIT --- click
CREDS --- lyrics © the audition, everything else © me
OTHER --- not as good. D: