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mila normally was very forgiving. the only exception to that rule, of course, was Gunner Graves who never failed to get her riled up. so when someone bumped into her - or she bumped into them - her lips were already half-curved into an apology.

[break][break] and then he snarled.

[break][break] for some reason, something hot coiled in her gut at the sound, and she propped a hand on her hip.

[break][break] a stubborn tilt to her glossy lip.

[break][break] "hey," she said, brow arching at him. "what do you mean what?"

[break][break] she poked him in the chest.

[break][break] "is that any way to speak to a lady?"

[attr="class","ooc"] wolfgang volkov [break]
BREAK THE ICE

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[attr="class","mila2"] Her cheeks burned with rapid embarassment, the color of freshly-cooked tomatoes.

[break][break] "Mei!" she hissed, attempting to swipe at her friend's phone but failing. "How many times do I have to tell you? We're just friends."

[break][break] It wasn't the first time that Mei had teased her about Gunner but Mila refused to give her the satisfaction of folding. She huffed, then sighed as Mei slid past by her and into the booth to change. Her arms folded, her lip jutted outwards in a stubborn pout, but the look of Mei Liu appearing moments later had her hands dropping to her side, all annoyance forgotten.

[break][break] "Mei — " She swallowed, throat dry. "You're... gorgeous."

[break][break] And that she was. Just like she always was.

[break][break] Mila stepped forward, hand trailing against her friend's arm, lips curving into a seductive smile.

[break][break] "You should definitely get this one."

[attr="class","ooc"] Mei Liu

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continuation from league party

[break] Sounds of delight and pleasure filled the air between them, without care for the space behind them. Just as Gunner Graves had said moments before, Mila didn't care about anyone at this stupid fucking party except him.

[break][break] Just Gunner, and his hands on her, her body pressed against his and the feeling of his breath murmured hotly in her ear.

[break][break] Her fingers scrabbled for purchase as she was lifted effortlessly up by him and then pushed up against a nearby wall. Her legs hooked around his securely, pushing back with every gasp, moan and grunt that she was able to secure from him in turn. Fingers scraped against his back as she tugged her to him, her face burrowed in the skin of his neck.

[break][break] She scraped her teeth against his neck, licking the salty-sweetness off his skin, which was only made more pleasurable by the feeling of his hips slamming into hers. Pouring each and every one of his emotions into hers with reckless abandon. She and Gunner had never been good at talking to each other — but this was their language of love.

[break][break] As he groaned with pleasure, his ectacy triggers hers in turn and Mila trembled against him, fingers digging into shoulder blades as she recovered from the stars that danced in her vision. But rather than untangle herself from their embrace, she only pressed tighter to him. Their hearts echoed like thunderbeats against the clinking of champagne glass and laughter behind them. But it was all muffled — everything was muffled when she looked at Gunner Graves.

[break][break] "You won't," she murmured, hands sliding against his cheeks and the reddened skin that was there. Fingers pushed into his cheekbones, her eyes full of something that she couldn't quite name. "You have me."

[break][break] Mila could've pulled away just then. Now that their tryst was over, they could return to the thing that they always were.

[break][break] But instead —

[break][break] "I —" she started instead, voice breathless. "I was scared."

[break][break] Not about today. Not even about yesterday, or the day at the berry picking farm.

[break][break] "You had left, left me, and then there was that press conference on TV. They were coming back, coming back to get me, and you didn't pick up your phone and I freaked out. You were gone and it was just me, and I thought - "

[break][break] She swallowed thickly.

[break][break] "I couldn't do it, Gunner," she whispered.

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[attr="class","ooc"] Gunner Graves [break]
FESTIVE FLIRTS

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continuation from league party

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When he eased himself in, she gasped. Mila could not help the moan that ripped from her throat either, the one that always did whenever they were together like this, because it was the only thing between them that ever felt so right. So complete.

[break][break] "Only you," she agreed as he began, her head thrown back as pleasure and desire ripped through her like a tempest. "No one else is like you."

[break][break] God, it felt so good. Gunner always knew how to push her buttons. Mila's voice came out like a broken symphony, her voice muffled as she leaned forward and bit his shoulder, trying to hold back her feelings.

[break][break] No matter how many times she tried to free herself, she knew she couldn't. Years could pass and all she would ever think about was Gunner Graves, the way that he held her, the way that he looked at her. She would always feel the way his growl summoned something deep inside her that was unawakened, unborne, until the moment that she met him.

[break][break] "I," she said, breathless as her hands gripped his shoulders for support. "I thought about you when I was away."

[break][break] "Every day."

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[attr="class","ooc"] Gunner Graves [break]
FESTIVE FLIRTS

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continuation from league party

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"Gunner!"

[break][break] Mila gasped, letting out a moan as he lifted her onto the table effortlessly, sliding back whatever silverware had been left on the table. Forks and spoons crashed to the floor in a clatter, moaning as his hands slid between her thighs. One of her legs hooked around the side of his thigh, heel pressing sharply against his behind in an effort to pull him closer, as close as she possibly could.

[break][break] She melted into each of his scalding hot kisses and threw her head back, letting out a moan as his hands slid roughly between her thighs, against milky smooth skin. Heat and desire spiked through her as he forcibly grabbed the back of her hair and growled lowly, staking his claim on her — calling her his in a way that made her head spin.

[break][break] "Gunner - you - "

[break][break] She clawed desperately against him, with a fervent need to pull him closer and closer. A hand expertly ripped away the fabric of his suit and unbuckled his belt, pulling his shirt up from his waist before her hand plunged into his pants.

[break][break] "Gunner, I need you. Now."

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[attr="class","ooc"] Gunner Graves [break]
FESTIVE FLIRTS

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