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The tip-tapping of a keyboard sounded loudly throughout the apartment as Elinor hammered away. She was finishing up some documents which needed to be done while she waited for Callan’s arrival. She looked out of the window and down upon the street for a short second and saw nothing. She returned her attention to the laptop until her Porygon-Z hurried over to her, holding her cell phone.
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“Thank you.” She said and the Pokémon made some happy sounds before flying off again. She looked at the message, and then suddenly felt the urgency of the situation. Callan was here and waiting. She hurried over to her mirror making sure her attire was not malfunctioning.
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It wasn’t. Her white sleeveless shirt rested neatly upon her frame. A black ribbon is snugly tied underneath the collar of the shirt. She wore a pair of rather short black shorts neatly upon her legs. And to add a bit of spice, since Callan had admitted to being somewhat of a metal-head, she had gone out and purchased an actual simple black leather collar with a ring in front, no more no less. Though she had to admit the experience of being inside a store meant for those with a darker affinity, had been eye-opening. So many possibilities had been opened.
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“I will be out for the rest of the day. Let me know if anyone comes by when I get back.” She informed the Porygon-Z as she took on her shoes, then grabbed her purse and left the apartment locking the door behind her.
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She hurried down excitedly. Stomach full to the brim with excitement. She almost jumped out the door of the apartment complex once she reached the bottom. She had Callan in her sight, she walked over to him her steps almost jumping with joy as she greeted him. “Hi, Callan!” She went in for a quick hug and maybe even a kiss if he accepted the notion.

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Callan Young

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It was quite apparent that Callan was as excited to see her as she was to see him. He caught her, as she assumed he would. For arms providing ample seating for her as they met face to face. Quickly lips locked in a kiss. The display probably drew the attention of any would-be passerby. His coercion worked, she allowed her mouth to open allowing him to enter. The time came to a standstill as she enjoyed the taste of him, even if those around them would probably find it obnoxious or arousing.
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Eventually, gravity got the better of Callan’s strength. He lowered her gently. She wished not to let go but knew she would have another taste later. Though not even a moment passed by before he touched her again, this time stroking a lock of hair away. She loved the gentle touch and the fact that he was giving her such keen attention. Finally, he greeted her, and she gave a pleased smile as if their kiss hadn’t been greeting enough.
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A pleasant shiver ran down her neck as Callan’s thumb gently reached the collar. “It represents something?” She asked with an innocent smile. Though it grew even more pleased when Callan admitted to his tastes. “That does explain why the clerk at the store had the goofiest grin when I bought it.” She stated. “But I am glad you like it. I did buy it because of you.” She spoke her voice while still innocent carried but a hint of seductiveness in it, same for her smile. Now that she knew it affected Callan, she would play along with it.

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Callan Young

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Her smile grew knowingly doubtful. She didn’t by the whole weather was getting warmer. Oh no, she saw the rising red and the movement of his Adam’s apple. She knew those signs and wondered if he knew just how perceptive she was. Yet, she said nothing, she allowed him to have his weather excuse.
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And luckily so as it allowed him to start explaining. She had heard about the goths, it was the kind of people her parents had made strictly sure to never let her mingle with, knowing just how infectious their style was. She felt hotness rising as Callan ran his fingers around the ring, as he continued. And as the words left his mouth and reached her ears redness flushed over her face. She gulped and wanted to talk about the weather. “Oh… Uhm. Thanks for letting me know.” She was without words, though her smile turned a bit hot and bothered, it never really left her lips.
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It didn’t take long for her to compose herself again. Though in the meantime Callan had moved the topic towards the lunch unless she wanted to change her look. She shook her head and said. “Nah, I like the look and I don’t mind letting people think you own me. With that said, you better treat me right!” She teasingly demanded allowing him to take her hand as she took the arm offered. “And that sounds like a nice plan, lead the way!” Elinor stated as she would begin walking alongside him.
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And as they walked, a playful thought teased her mischievous side. “I have to admit. You’ve surprised me. I didn’t think you’d be into such things.” Her voice was equally measured in both playfulness and sultriness, as she allowed her free hand to gently play with the ring upon her collar. She wasn’t entirely innocent on the topic, she just hadn’t delved deeper than surface knowledge. “Do I need to start thinking about a safe word?” she sent him a teasing gaze as she tried to gauge his reaction.

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Callan Young

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Elinor’s smile grew proud, knowing that she was teasing Callan to such a degree. Maybe she was supposed to hold back, but alas her need for him had only grown since their last date.
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Their walk took no more than five minutes. While they walked, she listened to Callan explaining or at least talking about the topic in question. Still, when he mentioned his ex-wife she felt that pang of jealousy, which she knew was very unreasonable and illogical. She tried her best to not let it show, but she feared Callan might notice it even if, at the time, his attention and partially hers to were being focused on being led to their seating.
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She looked upon the small divot, noticing the privacy it offered them even if the clean upper Slateport streets were visible from the window. She took her seat and made herself comfortable as Callan continued his little explanation.
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Her gaze never once moved from his, caught by the allure of Callan’s interest in the subject. Clearly, he was very into it, and she was very into him. And as his words reached her, the vivid pictures manifested by her imagination caused certain sensations within her to arise. She crossed her legs trying to cover up the effects of his words. But clearly, he had already begun on the edging. And she was tensing due to it, though whatever tension she had felt right.
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And then he suddenly moved the subject away, and she unwittingly took a heavy breath and released all the tension in her body in slight disappointment. Still, now not as tense she could turn her attention to the question he posed her. “Hmmm. I do not know, I suppose it should be something completely unrelated, right?” She gave it some thought but came up short, figuring that Callan had more experience with coming up with something good. “And as for pet names, I think it’d be fitting if you were the one to pick it.” The teasing smile returned to her lips. “After all, isn’t an owner supposed to name their pets?” She lowered her voice to not let anyone nearby hear her, but also to add a hint of seductiveness to the suggestion.

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Callan Young

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Elinor was very much aware of the proximity between the two. But still, when she felt coarse fingers resting against her inner thigh and moving upwards, two things became abundantly clear one, that a certain someone was edging her on, and two that she had picked just the right outfit for this date. His touch sent a pleasant shiver down her back as her skin began to create goosebumps along her arm, betraying every intention she had of hiding the effects he had on her.
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Raspberries. She tasted the word as he gently stroked her hair behind her ear before leaning in for a nibble against her earlobe. She liked the word, but a deep breath would inform Callan that she certainly enjoyed what he was doing with her earlobe. She could barely respond to the tension the words he whispered into her ear, all he got was exhilarated panting before he met her eyes and gently kissed down her neck. The intimate excitement he was giving to her was reaching the boiling point.
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Elinor had been moments away from throwing him upon the table and just taking what SHE wanted, but then the waiter arrived. She had to stop herself from glaring at the waiter, instead, she tried to hide it behind a chuckle at Callan’s unsure speech.
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Still, Callan turned to her and expected her to make a decision. But food and drinks were so far away from her mind right now, that it was the last thing she wanted to do. And so she went with the easiest route available. “I will have the same.”

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Callan Young

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Elinor had been on the brink of bursting with lust. Yet, she had tried to keep her composure for the date they were about to have. Alas, it seemed like she had successfully made Callan burst. Before she had the time to even react or mentally prepare she had been pulled along in teleportation.
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Suddenly she appeared in what looked like a rather newly renovated house. Her legs were wobbly, but she couldn’t determine if that was from the teleportation, nervousness, or from the feelings almost bursting within. While she processed all the sensory input she was given ever so suddenly, Callan gave his Gardevoir instructions.
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And for the second time today, something sudden happened. Callan lifted her by the thighs, pulling her to his face as he invaded her mouth rather forcefully. She felt how she was pinned down against the sofa as he moved on top of her, fingers gripping her scalp, gently. But as he pinned her down. Something in the back of her mind became acutely aware of the size difference between the two. This was going fast, maybe too fast, even if that was what she wanted, now that she felt like there was no way out a small tinge of panic tried to settle in. She pushed the thought and feeling away, this was what she wanted, right?
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Callan pulled away from her lips and looked into her eyes. Beautiful words whispered as their gaze plunged deeply into the fount which would be their eyes. And so he laid claim to her. She was his, and he was hers. Whether she was comfortable with it or not.
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She felt his fingers slipping in between the loop of her tie, unfurling it, then unbuttoning her top. He demanded she closed her eyes. She didn’t want to do that, but she had been teasing him with giving him control from the start. So, this was what she wanted, right? She gulped, closed her eyes, and followed orders as she had done her entire life. She felt how Callan trailed against her neck, slowly kissing and nibbling his way to her shoulders. His hand opened her blouse, revealing her cleavage to him. Though he seemed busy trailing his way to her collar bone.
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Callan gave his next command. She was to take off her bra. The act of unhooking it came easy. But the moment she was about to let it fall. She couldn’t. Her hand wouldn’t let it, as it held it in place. She trembled nervously, though she tried to hide it for the brief moment it got control. This…was…what…she…wanted…right? But why did the thought of being naked in front of Callan then suddenly seem so daunting and anxiety-inducing? She took a deep breath, sensing Callan’s smell as she tried to gather the courage. And at last, she succeeded in removing the bra and letting Callan see what he so desired.
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OOC: Fade to black?

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And she ruined it.
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A wave of guilt washed over her, why couldn’t she just enjoy the attention, even if it had been a bit forceful. Eyes now open she saw how Callan unfurled his jacket and covered her with it, before he wrapped his arms around her, spooning her as he gave her gentle kisses upon the crown of her head.
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His warmth felt nice… This was nice. His words reached her ears and she couldn’t help but start sobbing quietly. She knew he didn’t have bad intentions, so why did it go this way. She tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t leave her mouth. Finally, she forced them out. “I am sorry. I don’t… I don’t know what happened.” She admitted while she wasn’t outright crying it was clear she felt very bad about the whole thing.
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“Oh, this is embarrassing. And certainly not how I expected this to go.” She said though it came out more like a whisper than a spoken statement. “I am sorry Callan, I ruined it, didn’t I?” She pressed herself against Callan hoping to find some comfort in his touch, now that she surely had completely ruined his mood.

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