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[attr="class","giada i"]satisfaction brings the cat back. every time, without fail. and this will prove to be no different. now that she's gotten a taste, she'll return if only to keep using and using until there's nothing left for him to give her. and then maybe she'll move on or maybe she'll finally grow a heart and stop playing the avoiding game. the running game, the one she knows with her eyes closed and her mind shut off. it always comes around the same way, the same time, the same detachments. oh well.

for now, she's content and even blissful.

the smile she flashes him when he offers her the box of mac n cheese is lazy, fuzzy at the seams as if it's melting into her cheeks. "thank you, darling." mac n cheese, wine, sex. what more could a girl ask for? nothing. well, besides more of each but that's for later if she decides it's worth lingering for. the jury's still half out on that one but she has an inkling.

giada stills slightly when he asks the question, pausing in the act of draping her legs over his. there's hesitation in her, that much is obvious. and maybe it's because she's not a stay the night kind of girl. more of a dine and dash, always on the run kind. the concept has her more nervous than she'd like to admit. but, then again, this whole thing pricks slightly at anxieties hidden away.

"sure." it's a lie and she knows it. he might not be aware of that, yet, but he'll find out when she's gone again.

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]it's always this rush to hear those words uttered. i want you. so simple, so carnal, and yet so pure. she's grinning a little wider, smiling into connected lips. and maybe that's why she lets her hands finish what they started, one even guiding his in the whole zipper endeavor. quicker now, no longer toying with the thought. it's been written in stars or red string or circumstances since that night in the bar and there's no point in really denying it any longer.

of course, the purr she releases is satisfied when he pulls away to whisper. to plea and beg and who is she to deny him?

she closes whatever distance he had just placed between them, ignoring words and thoughts and everything else. his phone might buzz at some point for food but there's no turning back. not now, anyway. besides, she wouldn't want to. and anyway, her body's healed enough for this now.

ok bye tos i ain't breakin u today thank u.

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]there's an almost lazy way to her now, as if she wants to take her time and savor it. enjoy the teasing, enjoy the thrill. except, he's shifting closer and she's going to have to relent eventually. cat and mouse doesn't belong here but damn, she wishes it did.

it's almost pleading and almost music to her ears. her lips widen, teeth flashing in the light of the living room. almost like a predator playing with prey, not quite ready to sink teeth in but toying with the concept. she's no different.

"why?" escapes softly, a sigh when hands find hips and he's pulling her close. there's only so many minutes to tease, to push buttons and find which reactions are which. and it's almost like exploring but not quite because there's a plea and a compromise and she's giving in without much of a fight.

she leans in to relive the taste of lips from a hotel room, her mistakes forgotten until they'll happen again and again. but that's because she'll never stop running, never stop leaving. not yet, not now.

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]his hesitation is met with the clicking of a tongue. as if she's not exactly disappointed but she's something. and really, maybe it's just that she doesn't understand not giving in to desires or that she does whatever the fuck she wants because no one can stop her. either way, she shifts a little closer, raising an eyebrow.

"but what?" pressing, prying, seeking. she'll get it out of him. eventually, anyway.

of course, she isn't given the chance to apply more pressure. no, he discards the phone and looks at her and she knows then and there that she has him. the grin turns sultry and he doesn't really need to say what he says. no, she's already moving and already placing herself into his personal space.

"that's more like it," she laughs. and while she should probably break eye contact to get out of her suit, she doesn't. it's deliberate, like a cat making eye contact as they do something bad. she's no different. in fact, the slowness with which her hands move to pull zippers down is almost dragged out to the point of overkill. oh well, it's a show he asked for anyway, right?

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]her grin widens the longer his eyes linger. it's a little thrilling if she had to put it into words. an extra jolt of a spark or whatever you'd call it. either way, she's almost mildly disappointed when he turns his attention to his phone.

and yet, she won't put up much of a fight about it. she will, however, see just how far she can push it.

"what, don't wanna find out for yourself?" her head tilts as if she's trying to come off as innocent. there's no innocence in her body, however. just a whole lot of bad decisions and bad intentions rolled up in one catsuit. and while he might really have to use his phone for something, she has this little inkling that he's trying to find lifelines in things just like at the bar. using a drink to distract himself from his company has now evolved into staring at a lit phone screen to avoid staring at her chest.

stare away, she's used to it.

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]"for now," she counters while he browses through his options. a tap later and the order is finished. and with it, comes more questions.

a light laugh escapes her because really, he's asking all the right kinds of questions. it's to be expected from a journalist but damn, putting a girl on the spot like that? "sometimes i'm clumsy when leaving?" that and she picked a bad time to strike instead of waiting for the late hours of the night like usual. it had been a little too close to the police station, too, so their response time was shorter than she originally anticipated. oh well, she still managed.

there's an almost devious grin that rises when he mentions the jewels. and naturally, she leans a little toward him, an eyebrow raising. "right here," she whispers and a hand rises to gesture to the chest part of her catsuit. when you wear an outfit like this, it doesn't come with pockets. really, most clothes designed for the female lack pockets but catsuits? definitely no storage options. and when left with no pockets and no bag, what does she do? she uses the only holder she has: her bra.

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]she takes the phone without any complaints, already having an idea of what she'd get. pasta, nothing but pasta. she's but a vessel for pasta so fitting, definitely. it's a quick series of taps before she's extending it back to him, grinning. "pick your meal, darling."

and once the phone is out of her hand and the thought of food lingers, she's stretching to get more comfortable. her legs are sore, now that she thinks about it. the healing wounds add to the ache, sure, but it's mostly the running that did her in today. maybe she'll just end up becoming one with the couch by the end of this. hmm, wouldn't be too bad, right?

"your heart," comes naturally, quickly, and definitely teasing. she adds a wink and a laugh into the mix before rolling into the actual explanation, rolling tension out of her shoulders as she does. "jewels, actually. if it glitters and pays a fortune, i'll take it." jewels, precious artifacts, anything rocket needs her to take really. of course, her personal heists are more of the usual thief antics but sometimes she branches out for specific requests. depends on the pay, though, and the level of difficulty. besides, there's actually a bit of method to her targets. a list drawn up for her own loose morals. she'll never disclose that, though. you'd have to find it first.

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]admittedly, she's probably already a little too comfortable. stretching herself out on one end of the couch, prying thigh high boots off her legs without hesitation. they softly land on the floor with a thump and she takes the opportunity to prop her legs up on the end of the couch. definitely a house cat settling in for a nap, maybe.

"okay," she murmurs, even though she had an inkling that he wouldn't kick her out after inviting her in so soon. she doesn't think over the choice of words used, or the time limit he's given. no, she's too busy relaxing a little more to care.

her eyes do wander, though, as he drops his bag. they follow him to the kitchen, curious when he opens the fridge and plucks two water bottles out. she doesn't see the alcohol but if she had, maybe she would've preferred that instead. he returns and pipes up again and she's not bothering to lift her head up from the back of the couch to fully look at him. her eyes drift to his anyway and that's enough effort for her.

"i mean," she begins, shifting a little to make more room for him. it's his house and his couch, after all. "i could eat if you're hungry?" running from law enforcement tends to make a girl hungry but she doesn't bother to mention it. she's imposing enough. "thank you," a smile is flashed before the water bottle is plucked from his hands. it sits in hers for a moment before she's untwisting the cap to sip.

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]she offers nothing more than a distracted hum and the clicking of heels against the floor. it's a quick climb up stairs to reach the third floor, the concept of an elevator escaping her mind for the moment. and while she shouldn't act like she owns the place or like this is her home, she has this nasty habit of making herself comfortable anywhere. perks of being a cat, maybe?

the kitchen meets them first and then the living room and finally, the bedroom. it's a lot to process, you know. seeing someone's living space despite them still realistically being a stranger. she's used to it, though, if only due to the line of work she does. it's still an odd feeling to be in someone's space and not for taking things. her eyes wander, absorbing the surroundings almost like a sponge. there's not many personal touches. only pictures and memories on a mantle. it almost feels half lived in if she had to put it into a concept.

there's no hesitation when she crosses through the kitchen, focus on the couch. she'll plop down with an attempt to be graceful, head already turning to find him. a slightly lazy smile rises to her lips. "comfortable," she chimes with a laugh. even if he didn't tell her to, she would've anyway. it's a habit.

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]if she was realistically capable of being embarrassed, she just might be in that moment. he notices perhaps too much, enough to understand the exact situation she had been in before literally running into him. although, she's also not skilled in the art of subtlety so that doesn't help.

"yeah," she murmurs around a laugh. it's only half funny. kind of, sort of? "those damn cops are persistent." as if to further her point, a siren echoes in the distance. it makes her heel tap a little faster, as if there's a possibility they're still hunting her. she hates being prey, especially for them.

her heel stills the moment his question comes. and there's a pause in her, a hesitation that she doesn't want to show. eventually, she dips her head in a nod and flashes a faint smile. "if you don't mind?" if he did, though, then he wouldn't be offering?

and because we don't expect anything less from her, she's already leading them up the stairs like she owns the place. except, she doesn't know which apartment is his and she has to linger by the door anyway to be let in. oops.

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]the finn part. she... doesn't know what to do with this information, really. it takes a moment to process and then another moment for her to actually understand. him, genuinely him, wanting to know more about her. no angle, no story. just him. it makes her a little uncomfortable if she stops to mull it over more carefully. she doesn't, though, in true giada fashion.

"right, the finn part," she murmurs because she doesn't know what else to say. it's a first, really. sure, men might want to know more about her and might even care a bit but it always comes with an angle, with what she can do for them. and besides, does an object even have information to give?

a heel taps almost impatiently at the ground. it's mostly nerves, mostly the need to move because fight or flight always kicks in at some point. usually whenever she feels pressure or just when she feels that annoying need to run. and she's always running, even if she's still in the moment. she'll always look for an out, for an escape. it's nothing new and definitely nothing he hasn't seen before. the night at the hotel proves that much.

"like a thief," she confirms. it doesn't sound that bad now that she's saying it out loud. but it's definitely not good either. somehow it settles into that gray area, maybe. halfway between good and bad, existing on the cusp of something. a light laugh follows, rehearsed almost. like that's what's expected of her so she supplies it. "that's the point. i'm a cat burglar so it works, sort of?" plus, she just really loves cats.

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]an eyebrow raises but she doesn't pry further. there's probably more to the criticism they gave than he's allowing her to see but that's the name of the game isn't it? playing cards close to the chest, using a poker face to keep from folding. she won't force him to fold. not yet, anyway.

"i don't know," she murmurs. this isn't exactly in her realm of expertise. she's good at giving people what they want, saying what they want to hear, and being whatever they need. it's odd to have questions asked about her, about her life, her work, her existence. perhaps that's why she fidgets a little bit, as if it's uncomfortable to fully give an answer. does she lie? or give tidbits of truth to keep him satisfied? her mouth parts when the next sentence comes and there's a pause before she's plastering a grin onto her lips. "is that the journalist part talking?" there has to be an angle to it, right? another story hidden somewhere in her. he couldn't actually want to know more about her, right?

"however close mauville hills is to here," she murmurs, eyes distracted by the building. it really is cute, nice and quaint and warm. she lingers by the steps with him, as if uncertain as to if she wants to stay or go. her eyes flutter down the street and back to his and in a moment of honesty, she gives him information like word vomit because she doesn't know what to do right now. "i take things," blurts out and then, she's clearing her throat and glancing away. "that's what i do."

Finley Black