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POSTED ON Jan 2, 2023 2:36:19 GMT

there had been much buzz around the velvet room about some combees running about bars during the new year. the overflowing sweetness of fruit-stained liquors must have had them vying for something to taste while various bartenders run amok, inebriated and unable to fight the pokemon. luckily for lorelei, she had suggested going to a city that had already been hit by them - assuming they wouldn't come back. to her fortune, she could enjoy her negroni in peace.[break]
with roman by her side, she almost wondered aloud how long this peace would last.[break]
"i regret many things," she started, raising her glass to clink against his own in a toast to her failures of the year, "but continuing my investments in you is not something i can come to add to that list." indeed, she was down about 20% of her dogs that part year alone. many people would think this wasn't too bad, but when you were in the 'people' business, this was quite a bit of blood on her hands. this wasn't a means to fret for lorelei, however, but the plummet in the velvet room's income was annoying and she had to figure out a means of retaining what she had lost and improving upon it. "if only every one of them were stronger like you, this wouldn't be so hard." in a liquor lull after her third negroni, she was feeling transparent - worry thick on her lower lip that frowned partially. "perhaps a means of motivation would keep the dogs from tearing their own throats out, but i'm not sure what. i suppose it'd be more 'fun' if we didn't talk about work, however," she sighed as she raised a hand to run through her own hair in faint frustration.[break]
maybe partaking in some festival festivities around them would help her mind relax, but for now she was finishing off her last drink.[break]
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POSTED ON Jan 3, 2023 16:03:31 GMT

At least Roman had enough sensibility not to get shitfaced that evening. He still managed to keep his first and only Negroni before him, though it sat about half-empty. In comparison to the varied empty glasses in front of Lorelei however, that seemed like a fair accomplishment. Since they were talking regrets, Roman took a deep breath and chose to remain as transparent as Lorelei had been.

"I suppose my biggest regret is that at your side, I've found myself missing my family less and less. I shouldn't feel this way but I can't help it."

Perhaps it was best he share that bit of information with Lorelei when she was inebriated. If he were lucky, she wouldn't remember it the next day. Though with the festivities that remained all about to ring in the new year, he was certain there was enough to distract the redhead a great deal. Despite this, even with his own consumption of liquor, Roman found himself growing bolder in his approach.

"Of course the biggest form of celebrating the new year is to share a kiss when the clock hits midnight. That is if that's something you have interest in doing."

Simple, yes, but a simple sounded nice for them that evening.

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POSTED ON Jan 9, 2023 4:01:58 GMT

"heh, i'd think that's a good thing."[break]
she wasn't meaning to be an asshole, but instead lean into the idea of roman forgetting his family entirely. they had done nothing but make him miserable these days when he'd spend time on his lonesome, sitting and mulling over the life he once missed and how fake it all was. perhaps lorelei would have done the same, but she couldn't quite relate. the torturer's mother and father were always occupied by business and even their daughter was another serial numbered commodity, put through the wringer of education and expectations to be left dry and calculating just like her parents. [break]
she wondered if they'd be proud of her if they saw her now, fitting into the cookie cutter image of a perfect businesswoman.[break]
"i'm an asshole. not too sure you'd be keen on kissing someone like me." he'd done so various times before and this made lorelei scoff at herself, tapping a sharp nail against the side of her glass. if liquor gave courage, she was getting drunk on sobering and depressing spirits. "at least not out of your own volition." it was obvious she understood he had no real affections for her throughout their time together. all that had been given to her was taken by force. [break]
like daughter like fucking father, she supposed.[break]
"you know, my dad would be proud of me i think." clink. the sixth cup was placed with the other five. although she had already felt the anguish of drunkenness at three, she kept going to try and forget what it was like. "it's almost like he's living through me." indeed, how many times had she lay awake hearing him beating her poor sop of a mother? business would be down and he'd crack bones. business would be up and he'd ravage her mother in other ways. these were the only memories she had of father dearest, given she was cared for by nannies and basically held in a separate estate most of her life. raised like an alien to her own family did her well, huh?[break]
"don't know if i've ever really done anything for myself." her fingertip was tracing a circle around the latest empty glass's lip as if it being her own that she forced a crooked smile on. "not before you, at least." this was a big reason why she was obsessed with the brunette man - so beautiful and idyllic in many ways, making her one of many who turned their heads to look at him and marvel at what it was like to be with him. unlike the average person, lorelei had the upbringing and connections to bring herself to know just that.[break]
"so yeah, i'll kiss you." giddily, she grabbed hold of roman by the waistband of his pants and pulled his chair closer to her own until she was basically straddling him atop her own chair. her breath was heavy against his neck, her gaze slanted over his throat to look up at his eyes with almost nonchalant expectations. "but what do you want with someone like me? a distraction? i can do that." that's all she ever would be, wouldn't it?[break]
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POSTED ON Jan 16, 2023 2:19:48 GMT

His breath hitched in his throat the moment he felt Lorelei at his neck. Not only had she been so open with her sudden spiel, but he could begin to feel the alcohol take effect. (CON ROLL: 17 [pass]) Thankfully he didn't seem to bothered by it. At least enough to make sense of everything. As he processed her words, he couldn't help but figure that perhaps Lorelei chose to project her own desires onto him. She claimed she was a distraction, but perhaps he was her distraction as well. Roman let out a shaky breath as he placed a hand under her chin to tilt her head up to him so he could speak honestly for once.

"Who said I ever needed a distraction? What if I realized that maybe what I needed had been right in front of me?"

He spoke candidly as his head lulled to the side. The smell of their poison of choice for the night weighed heavy on her breath. Roman regretted the fact he'd spent so long worried about his family at home. (Had they even tried to look for him? What had they even done in his absence?) If they didn't want to worry for him, he felt that the same silence should be returned. Lorelei had broke him down in so many ways. But here she was rebuilding him into something worthwhile. Something with promise. Despite her harsh treatment, what she showed him was care. It was love. His biggest regret? That he hadn't realized that sooner.

"But if you need me to be your distraction, I'm here. I'll always be here."

Roman's free hand reached up to grip tight against the brunette's ass as he brought her into his lap. From their position, he boosted her up so she could find herself above him -- a position he was used to literally and metaphorically. But that didn't stop the hand that caressed her chin from wrapping behind the back of her neck and pulling her down to lock lips. For once, he chose to take from her as he gripped the hair on the back of her head so he could slip his tongue in and get a better taste of her. He felt greedy and for once, it felt rewarding to be the one to take from her for a change.

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if they weren't at a bar, she imagined they would be waved away for public indecency. although the bartender had intended to come forward to ask if they needed anything else, she instead turned on her heel with a smirk on her face and a long-winded whistle.[break][break]
"funny." she wasn't sure if what was funny was the way that roman had turned the tables and pushed for the first move this time or if it was the way that she felt incredibly awake and in the moment despite her liquor stupor. "i didn't expect that." that was a short comment, but an honest one. clearing her throat when she finally could pull away from roman's lips, she didn't dare be away for long. she wanted this - she wanted him so badly that she almost breathed fire into his mouth from the way he kindled her from within. her slender arms fit across his broad shoulders tightly, pulling him closer and closer as if he would dare to move away. the satin slip dress she was wearing was out of place at the festival but it seemed to find its place atop the dark-haired man who she peppered with hickeys along his throat and jawline. how she loved how rugged he was - admiring his body slowly and with great pleasure. both hands explored along his back as well as they could from her position, admiring the muscles they found easily. "i don't taste it," she murmured against his lips, lucid despite her drunken status. [break][break]
"the disappointment. the bitterness. it's replaced by something else."[break][break]
perhaps she was speaking nonsense, but his lips were soft and compliant - juicy under the slicking of her tongue that cast over them with a sense of urgency and possessiveness. roman was delectable in every sense of the word and the way lorelei's legs closed around his waist was a blatant indicator that she was, quite frankly -[break][break]
obsessed.[break][break]
"you are more than a distraction," she confirmed through a hot breath as they caught oxygen particles in the air, sparks amidst them - or was that only she who was sensing them? "you are my tuberose - my dangerous pleasure. others are unworthy of you, so i had to take you for myself." holding onto his collar with both hands, she breathed soft but slowly against his lips as she spoke - eyes blazing into his own to let him know she would do much more to him if he would so allow. she didn't dare let him move away from her, one hand still gripping his collar while the other went to dig into his waistband and dig her fingernails into his own ass provocatively - digging her mark into the supple flesh. they had each other in their claws, just as she would have it always.[break][break]
"i wound you to heal you, and heal you have. even your scars are beautiful. may you be forevermore at my side, for i can't seem to leave yours." consumed by love, the woman born of flowers mimicked a syrian mallow and turned only to roman who was the one she bloomed for.

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His breath hitched in anticipation the moment nails had begun to dug into him. While he loved what Lorelei was capable of with her lips and teeth, her hands were capable of so much more. His thoughts circled the proverbial drain as she made claim to him, that much evident in the way teeth left their mark on his already well-scarred flesh. It was hardly the liquor in his system pushing him to these extremes, that much evident in the way his lips hardly tasted of it. It wasn't long until Roman turned the tables once more and practically slammed Lorelei's back against the top of the table, eyes glazed over with an unfamiliar sense of want and need for the mogul.

While he was lost in his own selfish desires that he finally dared to feed, Roman hadn't even noticed the way people had looked their way in shock. Most were likely expecting a brawl of sorts at the sudden slam in the quiet bar. But much to their disappointment, it was just (what the crowd likely surmised it as) two horny drunks who looked to get their rocks off.

Roman gripped against her hips tightly, likely enough to leave some bruises for later. Part of him loved the constant battle for control in the offputting relationship the two of them shared, but the other part of him, somewhere deep down, genuinely wanted this. Call it stockholm syndrome, call it crazy, but he called it affection. It was his turn to mar flawless skin with his own teeth. Roman didn't seem all too concerned about drawing blood from her, that was what made things exciting for the two of them. Gentle wasn't often something the two partook in, rough fell more up their line of preferences.

But alas, all good things had to meet their end. As Roman noticed the way some of the customers still kept their eyes on the pair as though they were nothing more than filthy voyeurs, Roman looked back to Lorelei and heaved a sigh as he kept himself balanced by the palms on the table top, rested near either side of her head.

"We're done here, but I'm not done with you yet."

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