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one night stands weren't all that uncommon for olivia. for a long time she'd grown up in a respectable household where her parents taught her morals and life lessons, like to not be a slut. of course that was all wrecked in high school when her mother basically taught her to her open he legs for just about any man. no she didn't sit down and explain it, but she taught by example, which was just about the best way for the young girl to learn. by watching her role model go out every night and bring home a new guy, that's what she thought was okay for her to do. that attitude didn't stick with her for very long, but the reputation certainly did, and right now she was living up to it. she'd just agreed to meet a complete stranger in her apartment for what she knew would be some down and dirty sex. well, at least that's where it seemed like it would be going. get real, it wasn't like an attractive guy wanted to come over and have dinner with olivia and talk about her personality.

the worst part? she was okay with it.

she accepted early on that men were going to use her for her body and she learned not to care. what was in it for her? a nice evening and the chance to say she'd fucked him if he became famous one day. it might have been extremely shallow of her, but that wasn't something she was too concerned with. anyone who knew her knew she was cocky, and every man that fell into her little lust trap was just another stroke of her ego, strokes that she, obviously, didn't really need. the man coming over this evening had said he was different, but with the lineup they'd set for themselves had him looking identical to every man that had gotten trapped in her chesty claws before him. again, not that she minded, or even hoped that he would be different. regardless of how similar he was to anyone, she was tidying up her fourth story apartment to make it look at least a little presentable. she smoothed over the comforter to her bed and looked across the room into the mirror. she'd never had any self consciousness about the way she looked. her body could win just about anyone over, but her personality left a solid chunk to be desired. she had the "fiery bitch" quality down pat. it was the nurturing and sweet trait she didn't seem to have, the one that most males wanted to see. oh well, too bad for them. she wasn't "available for claiming" now, or ever, really.

satisfied with her maid-work, she decided to settle onto her couch for a while before he came. she wasn't going to light six trillion candles or try to woo him with sinatra, that wasn't her style. besides, he didn't seem like it was his either. what did she think his style was? get in, get off, get out. but hey, she wasn't going to judge him before he had a chance to prove himself. she adjusted her top and turned on the tv, not really caring about the channel it was on. she had to admit, she was anxious for his arrival. he was a hot guy, and really kind of mysterious. she liked that. another thing she liked: how the first thing out of his mouth wasn't something along the lines of "nice tits". she smiled a little, content with the refreshment an actual conversation brought. she sighed and leaned back into the plush couch after a glance at the clock. he should be showing up about any time now, and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't at least a little excited. he seemed like a real charmer, and she guessed she'd find out for real in the next few hours. the chances of him standing her up were something she didn't even consider. who would stand a girl like her up, ready, hot, and willing? only a fool.

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[rita]

Leonardo had been in the press before for supposedly leading on girls, sleeping with them and then leaving them to dry like dirty laundry. In his mind he had never done this to a woman while he had been in the business, when he was young and naïve then sure, he took advantage of his good looks and charming ways, but as he grew he found out that you got a lot more out of a woman when you spoke to them, whores would give you sex, but woman would give you a whole new level, sure it was still sex and not as they say ‘love’ but it was the closest thing that someone like Leonardo could get. Leonardo was good with women, he knew how they worked and the different ways they acted depending on what they wanted from you, luckily he was cute and handsome to most woman so that was something he didn’t have to work on, the physical attraction between a man and woman, but it is turning that in sexual attraction, when they are ready to rip your clothes off. Also men didn’t realise that you didn’t have to be amazing in bed to be able to sleep with a lot of woman, if you could hold a conversation, blank the obvious thoughts that will be going through your head, like the size of their boobs and the tightness down below, the sex position they liked and if they were willing to do it in the tub then you could go far.

This man was good at doing this, and that was why he was known for being a charmer. A normal evening would consist of him taking the woman to a meal, he would pay and compliment her in the simplest ways, like the way her hair fell on her shoulders or that she had a beautiful smile. He would also get information off her in subtle ways, finding out past relationships, why they failed and what she had been up to in recent days. Females that walked a lot alone on parks craved someone to hold them, so when you wander outside after the meal, give her your coat. Wrap your arm carefully around her tiny frame, finding that groove between her hip and thigh and leave your hand there, too low and you’re just wanting sex, too high and your just a friend. Men thought too much about everything, Leonardo was spontaneous, he took the situation as it came to him like he was doing tonight, though he had only been speaking to her the last couple of hours he was going to go to her place with the intention of maybe sleeping with her by the end of the evening, but if not, at least it was better to be in female company than alone with a dirty movie and his right hand.

You could call Leonardo different or you could just say that unlike a lot of men he was playing the game with the right kind of cards. He did think that this Olivia person was nice and that underneath that ego and wall that she could be a good friend or more, though granted it was not like he was going to marry her, Leonardo played the game, never dated, never loved, it was just the way he was. As he wandered around his flat he found the jeans he had been looking for flopped over the back of his sofa before putting them on and continuing to style himself in the mirror, he didn’t want to look like he was trying but at the same time he didn’t want to look like he had just come off the set after a hard day of work. He left his pad and headed towards her apartment and before he knew it he was standing at her front door, bottle of wine in his hand and knocking gently with the other free hand awaiting her answer. He stood for a moment as he awaited for her, when the door finally opened he grinned softly and looked at her Your even more beautiful in person the first words to come out of his lips, always has to be a compliment. He entered when she allowed him and gently presented the bottle of wine in front of her Thought you’d like this, so I got it for you now he was showing that he had been thinking of her, another plus point to make before looking around the household.

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as she awaited his arrival, she found herself trying to size up what little she knew about him. she didn't make opinions of people until they gave her something to base it upon, but it seemed pretty safe to make the assumption on this one. he was just another slick vick who thought he had the right tricks. sure she only fed the fire by initiating personal contact with him, but really, it was a mutual agreement, they would both get something out of this. it really boiled down to, they would both get to sleep with an attractive person of the opposite sex, but that's what they were both looking for, right? olivia sure as hell wasn't looking for a groom in anyone, let alone leo. sure he might be fun to toy around with for a while, but eventually she would move on, just like every man before him. she could never quite seem to convince herself to settle down. sure, she was twenty-eight and should be thinking about having a family, but what was she thinking about? her next lay, and the next job she'd get to bring her more money, and in her mind, more happiness.

olivia had a cynical outlook on life, and quite untraditional. she didn't need a husband, a family, a steady job to be happy; or at least that's what she told herself. sure, somewhere deep down she was exactly like every other woman on the planet.. maybe she wanted a man to hold her at night, a child to raise, the white pickett fence.. but she had yet to realize that. she was stuck in the rebellious spirit of her youth with a modicum more maturity that experience and age brought with it.

she heard the knock at the door, and the foxy smile she knew of herself crept upon her lips. it altered her entire face really, bringing one corner of her mouth upward and the brown of her eyes to glisten. she ran a delicate hand through her mane of brown hair, allowing it to settle into a natural part and fall just so on her shoulders, the curl tickling the apex of her shoulder blades. she adjusted the knot that rested in her cleavage, and by default, the multitude of breast that rested around it. she was prepared for a falsely chivalrous adult male with a smile that had the ability to make her melt, words that could do the same, and the face of modern trickery. luckily enough for the young woman, she was seasoned in dealing with this type. she might act wooed, swoon with him, let him have his hour or so of inward boasting. however, it would be her advantage in the end, as it always seemed to be.

she reached for the door knob and pulled it toward her, her brown eyes looking straight in front of her to the level of his chest. she brought her gaze upward and into his eyes. that grin -- and he accused her of cockiness. and the words that spilled from his mouth almost instantly, she'd been expecting them. they might have worked on some women, but not olivia grace. she pulled her lips back over her teeth like she was hiding a smile, pursing them gently as she felt the evening breeze hit her exposed stomach. "and you, more cliché,

[/color]" she said as she stepped out from behind the door and opened it wide enough for him to enter. the apartment was far from modest - decorated and tidy, shades of brown, gold, and red skipped about in a tasteful manner. she closed the door after him, letting the satisfying click of the lock catching be a comfort. her turf, she was in control.

as she turned and was presented with the bottle of wine, she let the smile happen. the words trying too hard passed in front of her mind on loop a couple times, at least until she shooed them away. he had class, she had to admit. if this was going to be a one night stand, it was going to be a damn classy one. "reviving chivalry, are we?[/color]" the tone in her voice was almost teasing, but the subtle wink she gave afterwards was more than suggestive. she'd be a liar to say she wasn't checking him out.. the way the t-shirt fell on his shoulders and tapered at the waist, the dark wash jeans against his sun kissed skin... he had good taste; simple, however, complimenting. she reached a hand for the bottle, which she took and brought with her into the kitchen, which hadn't been spared the elegant gold and red decadence. medieval courtship had been the inspiration, though the likelihood of her letting anyone know that was minute.

olivia retrieved a cork screw from a drawer, and wasted no time sinking it into the tough cork plugging the neck of the bottle. "bordeaux is my favorite, i'd ask how you knew, but i'm going to assume it was a lucky guess," she said as the familiar "pop" came followed swiftly by the familiar scent of red wine. it was cute of him to buy something for her that would, no doubt, get her at least a little tipsy. she mentally questioned his motives, but found it altogether pointless. she turned around and, curse her height (or praise it), reached for the top shelf of the cabinet overhead which she, obviously, could not reach. on this shelf the wine glasses were located, and when she bought the apartment she apparently didn't take into account her petite height. she'd bought it from a man who stood over six feet, who clearly had no problem reaching the top shelf of anything. she placed both hands on the edge of the counter, turning her head over her shoulder to give him one of the most innocent looks she could muster. "you mind?" it was just two words, and even though she was referring to him reaching the wine glasses for her, the way she said them, the lust in her voice and eyes, it could have easily been mistaken for "fuck me". so maybe she kept her wine glasses up there on purpose, for occasions such as these...[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]

[rita]

Leonardo was not the kind of guy to settle down, have a few kids and be the happy working husband, I mean he was already twenty five and aced like a teenager. He wanted to have fun with people, not just women but guys as well, to goof off, mess around and stay young. Truth is that Leo didn’t want to grow up, it meant that their had to be more in his life, he had to take responsibly, he couldn’t just be himself, he’d have to think for other people, maybe a wife or child he was just not ready for that yet. Sure Leo had felt something for flings in the past and then when they move on, get someone new and younger leaving him behind it kind of hurt him, though he was not going to tell anyone this. But it did, I guess that was a reason he never took relationship seriously, because you always got burned in the end. He did dream of having someone holding him for once, to carry him through the day or even be able to look straight into his eyes and love all the emptiness that was within him, not just for the sex, or the looks, the money or fame to love him because he was who he was as a person, yes he did crave that, but his reputation gave him little space to learn how to love someone other than himself.

As he stood outside of her apartment he took a deep breathe and kind of got ready for whatever was going to happen behind that door, yes in the most subtle way they talked about having sex but maybe something different could happen behind those doors, he’d never met her in person, would he even know if he liked her enough to sleep with her, she did challenge him with the size of her ego. When she opened the door and he looked upon her beautiful structure his smile couldn’t be contained behind his lips, she spoke in response to his remark and he smirked and kind of sniggered a little before he passed her when she moved her body out of the way, as he heard the door shut he knew now this was where he was either going to work hard or just use his looks to get him what he wanted, this was her house, she knew everything about it and she was safe here, Leonardo was out of his comfort zone but that was mainly why he wanted to go to her house and not his, he hated being in control, he was all about being spontaneous. As he followed her into the kitchen he watched as she pulled the cork from the bottle and said that it was her favourite. Not going to lie, the girl at the supermarket said it was a good wine so that’s why I got it, I’m more of a beer kind of guy he smiled gently as she held the bottle within her grasp.

As he watched her put the bottle down and turn towards the wine glass shelf he took the moment to check her out while her back was turned to him. He grinned a little, liking what he was seeing and wondered how her looks didn’t land her bigger roles as she was beautiful. When she turned to look at her him and asked in her sexy tone he nodded and began walking closer to her, as she was stood where the glasses was he had to press his stomach against her back, he reached grabbing two glasses and placed them on the counter in front of her, his pelvis still pressed against her butt. He allowed her to pour the drinks, his head resting close to the side of her face, taking another moment to take in her smell, her own personal smell. His hands weren’t touching her only his pelvis, his lips turned towards her face as she still continued to pour the drinks, before his lips gently pressed against her cheek and took the filled glass of wine and pushed himself off her rump and looked around a little nice place you got here

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at his brutal honesty about the wine, she looked down at the counter and smiled to herself. there was still a good bit about this man she didn't know yet. he wasn't like the other guys who tried to readily to impress her, no, he was spilling the truth and simple flattery. the only thing this told her was that he knew well how to work a woman, especially one that wasn't good at giving in. her brown hair fell into her face as the scent of fermented grapes wafted into her nasal passages, seemingly singing her lungs for a fraction of a second. it was the truth, it was her favorite wine.. but another truth, she wasn't much of a wine girl. she'd drink it simply because it had alcoholic content, but she much preferred something stronger, something that could knock her on her ass after about two sips. she liked feeling drunk and out of control, only because when she was sober, she was a bit of a control freak. she'd learned to suppress it, but the nagging was always there. regardless of control or what type of liquor she enjoyed, she would humor him and drink at least a glass of the wine he brought.

she let the grin creep onto her face. she couldn't not shoot him down a little. "next time, romeo -- vodka," she uttered with a wink. she definitely appreciated the gesture that the wine embodied, don't get her wrong. she wasn't an ungrateful bitch, well, most of the time she wasn't. she might have been acting like one even if she didn't mean to or realize it.

as she pressed herself against the counter, trying to no avail to obtain the glasses, she could feel his eyes right where she wanted them. it fed right into her confidence - not that she needed anymore - and let her know she was winning, so to speak. she took half a second to enjoy his manly company and the pure masculinity he brought into the purely feminine apartment. his presence was certainly not like that of other perverted males she'd bring home every now an then, no, much more refined. olivia had to admit, she might actually be able to just sit down and have a conversation with this man. of course, she wouldn't be able to look at his face, considering he was gorgeous and she would pounce without a second to spare. she spotted him in her peripheral as he moved closer, and she didn't get out of the way. she felt the fabric of his shirt against her bare back, then the pressure of his body as he leaned to grab the glassware from the shelf. she couldn't deny herself the little liberty of pressing back against him just slightly. enough for it to make a difference, but subtly enough for him to wonder if it was on purpose.

when he didn't move even though the task was done, she grinned to herself as she poured the red wine into the glasses. the purple hue popped against the golden tones of most of the counter space and complimented the dark cherry wood of the cabinets. olivia leaned her head to one side as she was pouring, allowing the scent of the perfume hosted on her neck to waft up toward his nose mixed with the light tones left from her shampoo. olivia loved to smell good, and it reflected in her apartment. even though it sometimes doubled as a studio, gym, and countless other things, it always smelled brand new. she was caught a little off guard by the kiss to her cheek, and she let it make her smile - though it was a crooked smile, more of the grin of a cheshire cat.

olivia picked up her own glass of wine and raised it to her lips. she took a drink as his eyes wandered around the elegant space, and she noted to herself how sexily comfortable he was in this new area. she cast her glance down onto the tile as she pretended to be delighted by his compliment. when she looked up, she downed the rest of the wine in her glass before answering. "the same could be said about you,

[/color]" she stated as she basically cat walked the several feet across the kitchen to where he was standing, brushing her hand down his masculine chest to the bottom hem of his shirt, which she brought up just slightly before crossing the rest of the kitchen to the refrigerator. she reached in, pretending what she was after was in the back recesses of the cooling unit so he could have a nice, long look at her, bent over for his private viewing. when she straightened, she handed him a bottle of beer.

after that, she went around the edge of the bar, placing both elbows squarely on the surface, allowing him a seat at one of the three stools on the opposite side. in this posture, her chest was laid out for his pleasure, though it was necessarily vulgar... yet. just a sort of preview, per say. "so, leo..[/color]" she began, looking over into his face as she folded her hands together in front of him. "how long have you been in new york?[/color]" no, this wasn't what she wanted to do, but hopefully she could trick him into believing she was just going to have a conversation, then catch him off guard. also, she was waiting to see if he'd lay on the moves first, after the very brief, suggestive contact they'd had just a moment ago.
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[rita]

Leonardo didn’t want to impress people when he was around them, sure when he was trying to become a good actor and spent a lot of time trying to impress people but he found out, not being yourself was the worst thing a person could do, because if one day they became more than just a friend or even they got close to you, they’d have to start from the beginning when you actually began being yourself. When it came to alcohol Leo was like many guys and drank beer, at premieres or celebrity events he normally had a beer or wine, if it was classy then wine if not, then it was always beer. He hardly drank vodka, or any spirit for that matter as he didn’t like the way they were made for the purpose of only needing a little to get the effects, Leonardo didn’t do getting drunk, he just liked a drink mainly with people he cared about or after a hard day of work when he was ready to give up on his dream. He didn’t mind drinking wine though, it had that sharp taste but with a cool feeling and he enjoyed that, he looked at her when she told him next time to bring vodka he grinned before speaking I’ll remember that he said with a casual wink before realising that she would have only said that so she didn’t seem to actually appreciate the gift he had brought.

Of course when her back was turn he couldn’t help but allow his eyes to wander upon her beautiful figure, he was a man after all and she was stunning, though Leonardo loved a variety of women, normally his type was the good girl, that he could corrupt and kind of bend the way he wants her too. He liked those kind of girls because it seemed easily to be with them, unlike Phoebe here, she was the same as him they both knew how the play the game, they both loved sex and they were both craving something they both believe they can’t really have. As he stepped into her when she stood at the counter he felt her back move a little and press into his crotch, he grinned at her move before biting his lip a little, yes she really did know how the play the game, if this was some other guy, they would have probably ripped her clothes off and started fucking her on the counter, he was a bit different, bit of tension made the sex a hell of a lot better. As he watched her pour the wine he looked at her, the way her neck was tilted a little when he kissed her cheek it was not a quick millisecond one but it kind of dragged for a second or maybe two, his soft lips pressed softly against her tender skin. Also the smell was tempting enough to keep his lips in that position.

When she strutted over to where he was he smiled a little feeling her hands run down his chest, before watching her bend over to look in the fridge, he took a large gulp of the wine to kind of distract him before feeling the cold feel of the bottle against his hand, he took it off her before finishing the drink of wine and placed it on the side before opening the beer that is much better, thanks he grinned softly before taking a small sip and watched her move behind the bar, moving slowly into one of the three stools and placed himself in front of her. As she lay her chest out in front of him, it was hard not to look but he was able to keep his eyes on her face when she started speak again, when she asked how long he had been in new york he looked away for a moment a long time, you? he replied before taking another sip of his beer and looked at her so how’s being a page three girl treating you? Got any new jobs? the page three joke was something he’d probably use until she either got pissed off or hit him, as it made him laugh that the majority of her work was practically naked, though he did think he may have got further in the acting world if he did accept more ‘nude’ roles in his work.

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as eager as olivia was to see leo without clothes on, she was enjoying how they could have a somewhat decent conversation over a classy drink. she admired his self control and wished it upon every other male in the world, at least until she realized it was the lesser of his species that kept her ego lofted in the clouds. as she leaned upon the counter, she watched his eyes carefully, and to her surprise they never broke the contact. she was thoroughly impressed, especially since she was displaying what she had to obviously for him to gawk at. any other guy probably would have been eating her alive with his eyes by now. leo presented more of a challenge than she usually dealt with; not that it wasn't welcome because it certainly was - maybe if more men like leo existed, girls like olivia wouldn't have the narcissistic qualities most of them seemed to possess. she wasn't frustrated, oh no, it would take a lot more to get her to the point of actual frustration, but still she realized she had to step up her game.

she watched how he deflected the question about how long he'd been in new york, giving a very vague answer followed by an immediate reciprocate of the question. she sensed a weakness in his fortress, but it wasn't the time or place to explore the recesses of the openings in his armor. she didn't want to poke and prod and break him down, she barely knew him. after all, that could just be his way of answering questions. she liked to think she was extremely accurate when analyzing people, but she also understood she was human and capable of mistakes. most people thought she was under the impression she was infallible, but it wasn't so. at the question, she stared straight at his face even though he'd looked away when answering it. she relied heavily on body language and often gathered more from it than what people actually spoke to her. it was something she learned early on from her father, a man of few words.

"i grew up here," she said as she re-knotted her hands on the table. she grew up right in the heart and soul of the industry, here in the big apple with taxis, limousines, sky scrapes, and a never ending montage of lights and sounds. she thoroughly enjoyed growing up in the fast paced city, and now living here as an adult was everything she'd seen and dreamed of as a small girl. of course she never saw herself becoming a model or an actress, but she couldn't imagine it any other way now that her career was set. she still wanted to change it though - be known for her acting skills and the presence she brought to the screen instead of her huge boobs or tight ass. that wasn't what she wanted for herself now - it had been when she was a budding starlet - but now that maturity had somewhat set into her mind, she had actual goals for herself. and speaking of goals, there he went again with the page three nonsense.

olivia laughed a little at his question, which she assumed was intended to get her riled up. it wasn't going to work - he wasn't the first person to tease her about only doing nude and practically nude scenes and poses. coming out of the laugh, her lips stayed in the foxy smile. she looked around the apartment a little. it was obvious the place wasn't cheap, and it was obvious she was doing alright for herself, whether she had to strip down for a photographer or not. "it keeps food on the table.

[/color]" the tone she used tried to say his teasing didn't phase her. "i've got a shoot in la coming up, but as for acting roles... apparently no one has a milf or whore role that needs filling,[/color]" she spoke candidly and very openly simply because it was the truth. those were really the only roles she'd ever gotten. she wasn't going to pour her heart out and complain about how she wished she could be taken seriously, he didn't need to hear that. besides, it was a weakness.

at that, olivia moved to the other side of the counter, leaning against the island right beside him. the height worked out so his eyes were level with her chest - which happened by complete accident. "what about you, handsome? you do any nude work?[/color]" it was a loaded question, yes, and could be taken several ways. while she asked it, her hand found his stomach on the inside of his shirt, her face nearing his with each passing second. her eyes tried to pull his into a locked embrace as her other arm curled sneakily around his neck. she'd sort of had it with the small talk. she wanted to tease him now. her fingers raked through his hair before latching on lightly. her finger tips traced along the natural curvature of his chiseled figure flirtatiously. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]

[rita]

Self control? I guess that was what people thought was what Leonardo was doing right now, a lot of other guys would have already made moves, probably had half of her clothes off by now, not Leonardo. It was hard for Leo to be normal around someone, I mean he could act like he did everyday easily but to really let someone know who he was, that was another thing all together, he never let anyone into his heart because then he was vulnerable for someone to hurt her. A loner is what most people would call Leonardo if they just met him and they would be right, he had been alone for so long that he didn’t know what it was like to have to think for someone else, to love someone but yourself and there were even days when he didn’t love himself which made him wonder if he was ever going to be capable of loving someone. Leonardo hated to talk about himself, that was why he moved on from the question about New York very quickly, because if he said he grew up there, or not than she could have given him three more questions and he didn’t want that, because then she would start getting to know him which was scarier than most things Leo had faced in his life. So maybe now you realise why they call him a loner, he doesn’t keep eye contact, he moves on from questions quickly and if he wants something and doesn’t get it, well then he moves on and will happily leave, this ladies and gents was Leonardo Harrison in a nut shell.

So she had grown up there, how exciting … not really, or at least this was what was going through Leonardo’s head, he grew up in a rough area of Detroit and moved to New York when he was eighteen and fresh out of high school to try and become someone better, he ended up in the army and after that his fame begun. The page three joke was something that made him feel better about himself, you may think it was rude to use her nude scenes for his ego but as I said before Leonardo was different than most and she was going to learn this, life was boring if you didn’t have a sense of humour. He grinned when she laughed at his comments, so she did have a sense of humour, which meant another tick on the good list for her in his books. When she made the simple comment that her job kept food on the table he smile, it was a nice apartment she had here, much better than his own but he didn’t think that a big house showed who you were, he’d hate to live in such a big house on his own, hint why he had a small one storey flat that suited his needs just fine as there was only him living in it, so why did he have to pay for the extra room that some stars did, he wondered if it was for their egos. nice, very classy he spoke as he looked at her taking another sip of his drink and then letting it stand on the counter in front of him.

She began to move from behind the counter and his eyes didn’t follow her but he watched her closely as she stood next to him, he looked over his shoulder to look at her, his legs still tucked under the table before she asked him another question. He turned his body towards her and cocked his head to the side a little, a cocky grin bouncing on his lips. only ever taken my top off in a scene, that’s all. I’m shy he said the end in the most sarcastic tone that could ever have been invention by someone as it was such a lie that he was shy, he was here wasn’t he? If he was shy he would still be at home wondering about whether to actually come or not. He felt her hand on his bare stomach and just looked at her, least she was touching him now; they were making some sort of progression. He looked her straight in the eye as her head neared his slowly and hands moved to his neck, the smell of her filled his nasal passages as he watched her slowly before standing up, his hands moving to her hips before his head cocked to one side, his mouth moving closer to hers, then softly he kissed her on the lips, his hands moving up her bare sides as his mouth explored her own.

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honestly olivia wasn't concerned with how long either of them had been in new york, whether or not she'd grown up there, or any of the information she was currently giving and receiving. and to be perfectly truthful, the amount of chatting going on was beginning to bore her. she had bigger and better plans for the two of them, plans that she fully intended to carry out, of course providing he was cooperative. she didn't see that being too big of a barrier, though. she'd be extremely surprised if he didn't, especially considering she'd lured him here despite her proposed ego problem. there was some element about him she didn't believe to be turned off by the size of her ego, considering it had never proved to be bigger than the lust they had. she based a lot of new reactions on those of the past, something she knew would betray her one of these days, and if anyone was more likely to break the mold it was leo. she didn't mind, but that would mean she'd actually have to try to play this hand to win the game - and it wasn't exactly a royal flush. olivia wasn't exactly lazy, but she had grown quite accustomed to the unspoken routine that all the males seemed to play along with. she was still trying to figure out the one across from her, something that intrigued her moreso than just about anything else. she didn't know him - she knew his type, if that was possible, if she could even be so bold as to classify him with anything she'd encountered before. he was solidly his own man, and that, she could respect.

at the sarcasm he loaded into the quip about him being shy, she had to laugh a little. there were a couple words she would use to describe what little she knew about leo up to this point, but shy wasn't one of them. a shy person would not have shown up at her place, completely unprepared as to what he would encounter. she could have been a crazy cat lady, had four kids, or basically anything. but they had taken a chance on each other, and she would be the first to admit she liked the way it worked out. however, she did enjoy how he referred to it as his top, like that would better relate to her situation. "well that's a shame,

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at the contact she initiated, she allowed a comfortable smile to creep onto her lips. olivia was most at home when she was within someone else's personal bubble. no she wasn't cuddly or touchy feely, really, but she did like contact. she watched him closely for a reaction as she touched his stomach. she was pleased there really wasn't one - that showed her he was no novice. she had a feeling he wasn't. she liked the eye contact they shared as she got closer yet, the intensity was almost unbearable. his strongly hued irises were enough to challenge the just as fiery amber of her own; it brought her pleasure. she could smell the wine and the beer separately as she came within mere centimeters of his mouth, and she liked it. she didn't notice he'd stood until his hands found her waist. she loved the way his strong fingers seemed to enclose the outer circumfrance of her midriff, the control in his hold was insatiating. she liked the feel of his steady breathing, both from his nose and the gentle caving of his stomach. she only took half a second to revel in the smell, after that much distracted by the feeling of their first kiss. corny thoughts, but they happened none the less. he had skill, that was certain. she tilted her head very slightly in the opposite direction, making no forward motion into the kiss at least until after he started it.

olivia was happy that what they'd both wanted out of this was finally getting started. the tension had been nice, but this release was nicer. she stepped into his physique slightly, her right arm still coiled around his neck and the other one still resting against the contours of his abdominal muscles. that's when she fully responded to the kiss, pressing into it earnestly. her tongue wasted no more time, invading his mouth with no hesitation or insecurity. this was her world, he comfort zone. her back arched instinctively as his hands ran north, drawing the slightest of moans from her throat. slowly she began to pull out of the kiss, little by little, until she closed her teeth lightly around his bottom lip. that, too, lasted only about a second before she broke it completely, her eyes seemingly flashing a bright red, steamy lust more apparent than ever. before she knew it, her hands had sneaked up to his pectorals, having brought the shirt with them. she dove back in with another kiss, full force and passion this time. the wine was working just enough to cover up any tiny little thought that crossed her mind, leaving her focused completely on the hunk in front of her. she wasted no time in dragging him backwards out of the kitchen and into the living room. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]

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Tension was good, but there was a difference here, they both knew they were asking questions to get a simple answer to build that little tension before just simply getting on with it, it was like they were playing with their food before they ate it. Sometimes he played this game and he would play it good and maybe the girl fell for him in the end and he hated doing that to people, it was not fair to the women that loved him but he never loved them back. He knew that him and Pheebs knew what this was to them and he knew he would leave tomorrow morning or even later tonight with that empty hole in his heart filled for a couple of moments. But that’s when he got thinking, did he want to have that hole filled to only have it empty again moments later, or should he try and get to know a person, get to know himself and begin to love and learn, live life. Then he looked at Pheebs standing in front of him, he was happy even if he heart didn’t agree, and that was good enough for him now, he didn’t care that he was twenty five and not eighteen anymore, this was good for him, or at least that is what he told himself every time his heart disagreed.

Leonardo didn’t need sex or a woman next to him to be his own man, he could be happy on his own but didn’t see himself as a sixty year old wannabe film star that slept with models that he most likely would have to pay by this time. He wanted to settle down, maybe not today, tomorrow or in a years time but he would when he was ready, when he was ready to let someone into his life again and that was a lot harder than it seemed. As her hand caressed his stomach he watched her, there was no emotion on her face because this wasn’t unusual for him, going back to the first paragraph, maybe he was waiting for that one person that when they touched him, his whole body would be tense and he’d be scared as hell to dive into love with them, not just their bed. This was just the same routine, that he had been living for the last seven years, meet a girl, fucks them, and leaves them. As he stood and held her close as they kissed he let his fingers wander across the soft surface of her skin, he felt good. Her hands still stuck in the places that she first put them in and it felt nice, he felt her tongue snake into his mouth and he returned his in favour as they made out by the bar, as she bit his lower lip he grinned a little before she dragged him from the kitchen to the living room, he didn’t need to scope the place out to know the best places to carry on the foreplay, the couch was a good one, better when it was a one seater and the girl was straddling. In the twenty first century the bedroom was losing its touch as the place for the love making, places like the shower, kitchen top and couch were taking its place, and well, Leonardo didn’t mind.

As they hit the living room he still kept a hand firmly pressed against the small of her back, as she was leading when the got nearer to the couch he couldn’t help but take the opportunity. He spun her round taking her hips with his hands once more, pressing his pelvis into hers he slid his hands slowly down her sides before lifting her feet off the ground and wrapping her legs around his waist. He grinned before lowering them both on the couch, him being on top of her, his lips firmly pressed against the side of her neck as their heads hit the cushions on the couch. One hand roughly glided up the side of her leg, stopping at her pants and began to remove them, at least they should get this party started one way or another, he knew he was getting to that point as his body had already began to warm up.

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status: finished
notes: lets get started
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olivia knew good and well what would come of this meeting. they'd have sex, and she'd pretend to be asleep until he left. he didn't seem like the type to stick around, try to make her breakfast to woo her into a quickie before he left to never return. somehow, she didn't think he'd stay past the wee hours in the morning, when they concluded the meat and potatoes of their gathering. it didn't bother her, if it did, she'd be in serious trouble. sure it left her twisted for a couple moments, but just the first few in which she was solitary. composure would be regained just as quickly as it had fled and all would settle back into normalcy. she knew it was better this way anyway, that they didn't stick around each other and get attached in any form. for all she knew, he had a girlfriend or something of the like, though she thought the chances of that were slim. but hey, he was an actor after all. he could be putting on a very neatly laid out facade, playing the part of a slick character. when it all boiled down to it, though, she didn't really care. he was here now, and she would bet money on the fact that he was a great lover.

feeling his hands wander across the surface area of her body was nice, just the way he was rough enough to mean business but not treat her like a rag doll. she liked it that way. one would think, after so many years of being treatly roughly in bed she would crave the tenderness of a real lover, someone who really cared for her. it wasn't so. she didn't believe in tender sex and loving, the cuddling and kissing, none of it really tickled her fancy. maybe that's what made her a real whore, how she didn't engage in sexual activities for the way it made her feel emotionally, just physically. sex and love were completely unattached, separate things that existed worlds apart. right now, she was only accustomed to the planet were sex existed. she actually hoped one day a rocket to love wouldn't come for her, simply because she didn't accept getting hurt. that wasn't something she was capable of handling. it had only happened to her once, and she made sure she got her rightful revenge on the mother fucker. if there's one girl you don't want on your bad side, it's olivia. she generally didn't confront you, start a cat fight, or anything like that. she'd find subtle ways to make you miserable; turn friends against you, screw with your job, things that were seemingly low to do, but ultimately effective.

she felt the carpet between her toes and willed the couch to come up behind them. she knew it wouldn't happen, but reminded herself she liked the pace they were at. it wasn't like a race, which was how it usually ended up. at the sudden spin, she might have jumped a little save for his hands on the top rounds of her hip bones. she felt his hands descend the length of her sides and down onto her thighs. she knew exactly what he wanted, and obliged to hop up a little and lace her long legs around his waist, her ankles crossing in the curve of his back. as he moved toward the horizontal position on the couch she laughed a little, just out of spontaneity. she felt the comfortable material against her back as she kept her arms around his neck, her eyes closed as he hovered above her to assault her neck with pleasurable kisses. instinctively she slid one of her toned legs between his, moving it slowly against his groin, the other still hooked over his hip. as his fingertips reached the hem of her shorts, she reached down to unbutton them and allow them to be slid off. before moving further, she undid the knot to the shrug she wore, letting the black bra do its job of holding her chest in place. she dragged his shirt up his back, then off over his head. that broke the kissing he was doing, so she picked it up. it started at his lips, but moved steadily down his neck, throat, and down to his collarbones where she used her teeth. her hands were carressing his stomach, her fingertips brushing against the sensitive skin of his lower stomach purposefully. eventually, she did undo the button and zipper of his jeans, moving her attention back to her neatly placed kisses along his chest.

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Call it whatever you wanted too, but these two knew what was happening, what was going to happen and how it was going to end. If Leonardo actually thought about it, it was not the way he wanted his life to be lived, but he enjoyed the moments he got to act like he was eighteen again, just sex and girls, cars and getting drunk, well that was what he did when he was in high school. He liked the way Pheebs was straight up not bothered about it all, she was just living life the way she wanted too and didn’t let anyone tell her differently and it was brilliant even if he was seeing the good things in a bad situation. Leonardo was not one of these guys that ragged a girl around and made her do whatever he wanted he loved the go and between, the woman taking charge and then he would, he would never want to hurt a woman during sex. I’ not saying that he was this tender and polite lover, he got down with it and sometimes he was a little harsher than he meant but some girls enjoyed that, though he’d never had a woman tell him to stop because he was hurting her, maybe it was slower when he took his first girlfriend’s virginity but that was fine with him, he wasn’t stupid he knew the girl’s first time could hurt.

As they hit the couch he felt her leg move to the inside of his leg which he craved her to get closer to him. As her pants were removed and top that left her in the underwear he felt her tug at his shirt, the way her fingers were basically on the hem of his boxers before she removed the t shirt. He felt her teeth collide with his collarbone causing him to groan a little under his breath before pushing his groin against her still covered pelvis, he removed his pants once she had unzipped them before grabbing the base of her back and arched her back pulling her closer to his groin, he kissed her neck once more, his lips trailing down the centre of her body, between her beautiful breasts and then gliding down her stomach, hovering above the hem of her knickers, his fingers curling and interlacing with the soft fabric before slowly pulling them down, his lips still pressed between her hip bones, once the underwear was removed his hands pressed against her thighs before he moved back up to her face. With one hand he removed his own boxers and the other worked at her bra which took no time and he heard the ping that he enjoyed so much, removing the last remaining items and throwing them aimlessly to his right and off the couch he kissed her lips harshly before entering her, slowly he fully entered her, not like she needed to get used to his length but he just didn’t want to stick it in there and start pumping, it wasn’t how he rolled.

As his lips left her own lips he placed his head by the side of hers, his hands holding her waist as he thrusted slowly to begin with, deeply searching her, his back bending to get further feeling his body already warm being close to her. It was odd that someone else seemed to be on his mind when he first entered her, he enjoyed being with Pheebs, but he still had one costume designer on his mind, though he quickly shook the thought from his mind as his hands lowered down to grab her butt and pushed against her as his paced quicken, his breathe slowly increasing his lips collided with her collarbone gently biting but nothing that would leave a mark on her beautiful soft skin.

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with the new-found pace, she found this much easier to keep up with. things started getting heated, and he was just like any other guy. he was dying to get out of his clothes and her out of hers, which she didn't blame him for. while she didn't know exactly what it was like to be a male confronted with an attractive female, she knew the reciporicate quite well and it was damn near torture if you couldn't have it. of course there was absolutely nothing stopping them right now, and at this point, it would have taken something stronger than steel. it was like a runaway truck, where instead of slowing down despite the lack of control, it only got faster until something stopped it. the law of inertia applied in a way, even though there were outside forces acting on them in every way possible. olivia could tell they were both somewhat troubled beings, seeing the way they both had no problem doing this even though they were both fully aware of the outcome. that, or they'd been through it so much it didn't even register anymore. it didn't matter. he'd leave and she'd get a new one tomorrow and repeat until something stopped.. that inertia shit again.

she felt his kisses trail away from her mouth and down her middle, through her cleavage to her naval, causing her to lower body to quiver as he went the slightest bit lower. she felt the fabric of her panties being pulled away, and she lifted her hips to make it easier. his hands on the inside of her thighs made her moan lightly, her arms curling back around his neck once he was face level again. it wasn't long until she felt the clasp of her bra come undone, releasing her full chest to the play of gravity. her chest met his almost instantly though as the intercourse began. she'd done this so many times, she honestly couldn't have cared any damn less how rough he was. she did let slip a luscious moan that maybe wasn't all completely pleasure, but she'd had enough practice it would never be detected for what it really was: somewhat forced. yes, she enjoyed this, but she found her partners enjoyed it more if she gave them a little ego trip. she liked the warmth of his body against hers, the lightest film of sweat that seemed to be gathering over both sets of skin. she rested her chin on his shoulder as he pressed deeper, her teeth tuggling slightly on the lobe of his ear as she draped one leg over the arch of his hip. she loved the feeling of his muscular body, the firmness of his pectorals against her breasts, his biceps as they worked to keep his hands holding onto her slim waist.. it was all incredibly sexy.

olivia could tell he was distracted, but it didn't bother her. she was used to seeing that look in their eyes.. the one that said they didn't see her face, but the face of who they wished they could share this with. but hey, if she could help them out by giving them what they wanted in the mean time, who could call that sinning? his strokes in time with his careful biting was enough to draw a real groan from her throat, her fingers twining into his short hair. she met his thrusts with her hips, easily making this more pleasurable for the both of them. she wasn't one of those lovers that just laid there instead of actively engaging in the act. when she'd bet herself he was good earlier, she decided she won the bet. "mm, leo," she moaned lightly, her breathing having sped up from their activity.

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[rita]

Leonardo had got to the point where he was annoyed by playing the rules of someone else’s game, not just here in this moment but in general. The reason he didn’t try doing more was because people told him not to, his agent, the few member left of his family, friends. No wonder he was not happy with himself because half of the time he was living the life that people wanted him to live and not what he wanted to do. He wanted to have sex with Pheebs and this was his arrogant side coming out of him, the press could make a story out of it and lie to the public about this saying it was more than sex or even worst, but he didn’t care anymore, he was going to do what made him happy even if it was only for a couple of hours. Pheebs was like Leo in the strangest way, she was the female version of him and he liked that, he knew that if he needed someone to release with her name would come to mind, it was just sex for them, they could just be human beings together and have sex and leave without a care, no strings, no nothing attached to their relationship.

His kisses trailed across her body, he loved the body of a woman and spent time loving every inch of it, he thought the curves, the softness and the smell was alluring and he couldn’t stop his lips from taking the moment to travel down the centre of her body to land just above her genitals. Hearing her moan made his skin shiver a little and the way her legs tightened softly when he went towards that area. He met face to face with her again and her arm was looped around his neck as he worked her bra and his boxers, this was the point where he moved pretty fast, it was kind of the adrenaline before the deed then when he was doing it he seemed to relax a little more. As he entered he felt the moan that slowly came from her lips, he couldn’t have guessed that she was just doing it because she could and not because he was good, but she was right it was a good confidence booster for a male to think that he was pleasing a woman in any way possible. As he searched deeper inside of her he felt her teeth clasp onto his ear lope, causing his eyes to close and him to bite on his lower lip to control himself, his ears were a sensitive part.

He craved the feeling of her hands running over the bare skin on the back of his neck, the way her hip collided with his own during every thrust, and the way her eyes glistered gently in the soft light. Yes he was distracted and he didn’t doubt that she wasn’t used to this, but he was wondering why he was getting distracted about a costume designer that he hadn’t even kissed yet, was the might Leonardo Harrison losing his touch with the ladies, was he falling? No he couldn’t be, he wouldn’t believe it, as he thought this his thrusts became harsher rocking them on the couch as his hands tightened on her butt and grinded her closer to him. He wanted to rid the thoughts from his mind and her fingers tugging his hair helped, and the groan that came from the back of her throat sent his hair on edge, when she spoke he looked at her before placing both hands on the couch by her hips and lifting his torso from her delicate body and thrusted quickly in and out of her, his muscles bulging out of his arms as he supported his weight above her. He soon placed his body on top of hers as he grinded against her hips, feeling her move along with his, his hands sliding up and down her sides.

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getting used was so common to phoebe, that it became who she thought she was. she was the girl they called up for a good time. but she did remind herself constantly that the world needed people like that, regardless of how unchaste most people thought it was. everyone knew better than to call anything she had with people a relationship. she was a hook up. people didn't come to olivia grace to talk about their feelings, or love, or how they wanted a deeper relationship with someone. they came to her for bangin' sex and that was it. it was the lifestyle she'd enjoyed for a little over ten years now, one during which she was constantly reminded of how she needed to stop, grow up, get some morals. she knew all of this and the more people reminded her of it, the more she felt she needed to rebel, the farther she delved into the life of promiscuity. one day people would catch on, but until then, she was happy being the rebound, the "page three girl", and maybe even the slut at times. when it all came down to it she was happier in the end, not having a deep relationship with damn near anyone. the only one she actually cared about was her brother, and maybe occassionally her little sister. that was it.

she felt him pick up the intensity, and whatever he was thinking about, it must have had a deeply seated effect on him. she felt his hands against her fleshy ass and thought for sure they'd leave permanent hand prints. regardless of who or what had his attention, she went ahead and picked up the intensity to match his. she might as well make this good for him. she had to repress the urge to ask him what it was. she was curious for a long time, but in the end, decided she didn't care. it was none of her business, and he probably wouldn't tell her anyway. the whole point of being fuck buddies was the unattachment that came with it. attachment implied friends with benefits, which required knowing a bit more about the person. she would keep it very detached, as she was sure he wanted it. honestly, she didn't mind either. for all she knew, it might send him into a fit of anger. better to just keep your mouth shut.

she let go of his ear to suck on the hollow spot behind it, her hands now running the length of his back, across his shoulders blades, over his broad shoulders and back again. she felt the movement of every muscle in his strong back as the vertebres moved about to allow him this pleasurable act. when he moved position slightly to get a faster pace, her hands curved around the delicious muscle caked onto his bicep. she curled her other leg around his waist and crossed her ankles, bringing their hips together tightly. she wiggled around a bit, both hands cupping his neck now as she kissed his lips carelessly for a moment. she groaned some more at this point, considering olivia was in no way a quiet lover. of course that came with the practice, knowing how much better it was when she expressed the pleasure she felt. she went back to gnawing lightly on his ear, having noticed the way he tensed up when she did it the first time. she whispered dirty little nothings in his ear all the while, barely sensable, and nothing over a lusty whisper.

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