Daily Workout (Devon/Open)

[Ceraphine Davis]

It was a usual routine for her, to go jogging every morning and every afternoon. Why? Well at first it had been to keep the voices in her head silent, but then as time had gone on, it became habit, and now, with her current shifting in moods, it was just a force of keeping up the routine.

It was not like it was bad for her or anything. It kept her pretty well in shape and was actually helping to make her much better than she had been at her old school.

With her hair pulled back and a black tank top on with matching workout pants, she was just ending the area of her run, the town square..or whatver you called the big open area that had the clock tower thingy and stuff.....

Reaching the fountain, she placed a small hand upon the cool stone edge and drew in several heavy breaths to catch up on her breathing.......bending slightly as she did such..

The sun was starting to set and though she was small and most would think she should be home this time of night or at least a bit more clothed, Kev was not that kinda girl....She was more...a loner as of late...it was better for her and for Mischa.....As much as she hated to admit it......

Finally, once she had cooled down, she moved to one of the drinking fountains and downed a few cold, stinging gulps of water...Feeling them burn down her dry throat...She really needed to learn to no push herself so hard...But she could not help it....Way too much time spent around Gabriel.....

It was only then that she bothered to take a seat upon the bench to her left, those icy hues scanning the area for anyone else that might be around, having not taken the time to do such before...

[Devon]

Devon didn't quite remember why he decided to go on a walk, nor did he know why he chose to sit down on a park bench and stare up at the sky blankly. To be fair it might have had something to do with a pot full of coffee, followed by the joint he had slowly smoldering between his lips.

Wearing a usual variation of his attire, a wife beater underneath a hooded sweatshirt, the hem resting along the wait of loose fitting cargo pants, he felt quite warm. Which had absolutely nothing to do with the aforementioned pot of coffee. Nothing at all. Nope.

... Moving on.

While he sat there he seemed to simply zone out, ignoring his surroundings as he thought deep spiritual things. Like what would happen if Microsoft decided to take over the world, and what kind of fight Apple would put up. The thoughts seemed to drift to a more direct point of interest rather quickly.

This could have had something to do with the sudden warmth that spread over his chest and lap. Which also might have had something to do with the petite woman who dropped herself down onto his lap without so much as introducing herself.

How rude.

His arms lifted from resting along the back of the bench, and his hands went to two places on her body. His left hand reached behind her neck, brushing her hair off to her left, while he leaned to the right to glance at her. The other wounded up resting lightly on her hip. Devon had no idea who she was, but he was curious what she looked like first of all, as the whole event would be much less disturbing and much more interesting if it wasn't a cross dresser or something equally disturbing.

"Hello there."

[Ceraphine Davis]

She totally did not remember park benches being so harm and they certainly did not have hands!

Her brow raising as her head turned sligtly to allow her a view of what...er...who she had sat down on......

OOPSIES!

Though why she did not move, she had no clue...Oh wait, yeah she did, because she was a tease and well, there was a guy planted underneath her with his hand on her hip and brushing her hair back.

Gee......hmmm....what to do?

"Sorry. Didn't see ya there. Though, not sure I would have changed my direction of seating had I known you were their or not."

A grin playing at the corner of her lip as she settled those icy hues upon him....those feelings of.....yeah he was out of it....drifting off of him as she wiggled about just a bit to get in a more comfy position upon his lap........Yeah...that is totally why she did that.....

"I can move if you want..."

Biting softly upon her lower lip as she kept her eyes focused on him.

~I should be behaving! But this is sooo much more fun!~

She was in another one of her "moods" and well, yeah, that was never good for whoever came around her in that moment...which just happened to be this guy......

Oh yeah! NAMES!

"My names Kev by the way."

She had just plopped down onto his lap, might as well give him the knowledge of who the hell she was right?

[Devon]

Devon caught the side view of a increasingly attractive girl, looking back at him quizzically, not immediately crushing his balls or something equally uncomfortable for his potentially improper use of hands. Speaking of which, with her head turned, he finished brushing her hair over her shoulder and rested his hand there.

He hadn't exactly expected to be castrated for her mistake, but he also didn't expect her to be pleased with the unexpected outcome. Sure he wasn't the worst looking guy, had a decent physique, which she likely felt fairly clearly as she shifted herself against him, but girls generally don't fall out of the ether and onto his lap.

I know, you're shocked.

"Even if I was rude enough to deny you the most comfortable seat in the immediate area we both know I couldn't do such a thing while you play with your lip like that."

Devon briefly smiled, something that would come across quite clearly for a few glimmering moments. Although the effect might have been lessened by the fact that one corner of his lips were lightly holding half a joint in place. He took a small breath and moved the hand from her shoulder and plucked the thin wrap away and rested his arm along the back of the bench again.

"Pleased to meet you Kev, I'm captivated and attracted." He paused a moment and then shrugged. "Charmed, I meant charmed." It wouldn't seem like that big a deal to him, because that was going through his mind, he just switched up the definition of the word with the actual word. "My given name is Devon."

[Ceraphine Davis]

Well he wasn't pushing her off and though his hand did continue to brush her hair out of the way and then rest upon her shoulder, it soon enough returned to the park bench.....Yet she kept note of the one that rested upon her hip.....Not bothering to mention such as she shifted a bit more so that she could offer up her small hand in a friendly gesture.....

Yeah cause ya know it is always polite to shake hands with the guy you just sat on!

Icy eyes shimmering lightly with the little bit of light that filtrated the area, that smile ever present upon her lips.

"Nice to meet you Devon, and I do have to admit, you are rather comfortable."

A gentle laugh, just enough to show that she was in a good mood but not so much as to make her sound insane....flirty at best....She noted the joint, and just bit her lips a little.....

Yeah she had not had her fix yet this day and honestly, it was driving her insane.....Any form of illegal substance was looking good to her right now.

Yet she said nothing. Why? Because when you randomly sit down on a guy's lap, you dont go asking for a hit of his stash......Not right away at least.....

Whether he shook her hand or not, she would eventually retract her hand and let it settle upon her lap, deciding that if she was going to continue to speak with him she might as well get comfortable...Taking a moment to turn her body just enough that her feet rested on the empty part of the bench she COULD be sitting on, and her shoulder now resting against his chest....

Much better! Much easier to look at him this way.

"So, what brings you here this time of day?"

Yup she was gonna carry on a conversation with the guy who she was constantly wiggling her little bottom upon as she got comfy. No shame....None what so ever......

[Devon]

Devon didn't even make note of the fact that his hand was still resting on the girl ship. She had made no mention of it, the hand was the last thing he moved by a minute, and the biggest reason of all was the fact that she seemed to enjoy shifting her rump along his lap. Not hard to guess how distracting that was.

"Nice to meet you Devon, and I do have to admit, you are rather comfortable."

"Of course," He replied with a small smile of his own, looking comfortable with the flirty laugh. However his attention was caught as he noticed her striking blue eyes shift. Even on edge of a caffeine high and, well you know, he was still a rather perceptive person.

Devon knew that she glanced at his joint, everyone would eventually. Since she didn't seem put off by it in the least he knew she likely wanted a hit. But why give away something for free when you can get something for it?

Upon seeing her offered hand, to which he chuckled lightly, the sound more gruff then he meant it to be due to the usual tone of his voice. He placed the joint between his lips, merely to hold it in place, and shook her hand awkwardly with his left, their hands forming an odd upside down 7 shape as he shook her hand firmly.

After she had retracted her hand he leaned back a little, shifting his legs out so he was getting close to being horizontal rather then vertical, and she seemed to take advantage of this by shifting herself so she was sitting sideways on his lap. It was a rather intimate moment for two strangers to share, but neither of them seemed put off by it.

Devon on one hand was only a few strong heartbeats away from poking her backside, while Kev seemed relaxed and happy to have a warm place to curl up. From a distance they would look like a couple, which was likely half the reason his body hadn't caught up with the situation, he was still conflicted.

What the hell was he supposed to be doing again? Oh yeah, he needed to move his hand so it wasn't resting on her butt, and instead on her hip... Devon paused and wondered if she noticed that, and decided that until she did he wouldn't bother moving, since it was her who twisted around so his hand would be there.

"So, what brings you here this time of day?"

"Oh, just waiting around for a beautiful young woman to fall into my lap. I'm saddened to admit that this has been my first successful venture into that area."

[Ceraphine Davis]

Her attention momentarily shifted to the fact that his hand now was away from her hip and resting on her butt...And for the life of her, she did not say anything. Why? Again, she was a tease, two, she was in one of her moods, and three, she was Kev.

Need there be more reason?

She just settled there, her teeth releasing her lower lip from their bites as she brushed her tongue over such. A soft sigh passing her lips just before his little comment was sent forth. Again brining a smile to her lips as she tilted her head just slightly, a stray strand of hair falling down into her face as she did such and a little laugh passing her lips once more.

"Well I guess that makes me the best catch ever."

She could not help but play up to his nature, it was just how she was, despite the fact that she was pretty much an insane mind on the loose. With nothing to contain her she pretty much did as she pleased and right now what pleased her was playing up to this guy.

Nothing else really crossing her mind, because when the darker part of her nature made its presence known, it blocked all common sense and logic.

Finally she moved something other than her pert little rear end, and lifted her hand up to drag her finger down his chest slowly, her perfectly polished little nail scraping lightly against the fabric of his clothing as she kept those eyes locked upon his own...

"So, now the question remains, what to do now that you got what you came for?"

Yes, she was that bad. But as stated before, when left unchecked she tended to get a bit out of control. VERY out of control.

[Devon]

Devon looked calm, collected, relaxed, and other then a few small flashes of surprise he looked like he was in control. Sure, most guys who can hide their deeper emotions can do this, but he did it while he was trying to figure out a hot girl who sat on his lap, turned, and said nothing while his hand rested on her ass.

Now generally this is where guys would start squeezing and groping, going all awkward, or generally just doing something stupid and dorky. So what about Devon, what kept him from doing something so stupid. (Read: By stupid every red blooded male knows I mean normal.)

... Why would I tell you all the way up here? Keep reading, geez.

"Well I guess that makes me the best catch ever."

"Hard to argue with that. Although I heard about this mermaid named Uriel once, they said she would have been the best if it weren't for the whole half-fish thing." He wasn't sure how well this joke would go across, all things considered, but they were on a route for fish jokes, at least he was inventive.

Now, back to the earlier question of why hadn't he gone and done something interesting yet? Well the answer came in the form of a perfectly polished nail dragging lightly over his chest, and a pair of soft lips mouthing the proper invitation.

"So, now the question remains, what to do now that you got what you came for?"

Devon reacted instantly, his speed maybe not the most impressive around, but his ability to manipulate the human body made things easier to handle the quick movement in such a way that would be exciting and trilling, rather then painfully awkward.

With a twist of his body he pressed his side against the back of the bench, the hand that was on her rump allied a healthy squeeze as he used his hand to guide her rump to the bench instead of the ground. His other hand had dropped the joint, slipped smoothly into her hair, and during this movement lowered her quickly so she was on her back along the bench.

His fingers tightened in her hair, holding her in place confidently as he ducked down and hungrily caressed her lips with his own. But only a sparse moment before he intensified the sensation, his lips shifting to nudge hers open slightly, leaving him room caress her tongue with his own as well.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She could not help but laugh lightly at his little joke, in her mind it was funny for two reasons, one, she actually got it, and two she knew a guy named Uriel. It was just too funny. But still she just offered that flirtatious and soft laugh as she kept those shimmering icy hues upon him.

What came next however was not exactly what she expected from a guy around these parts, only because most were awkward and clumsy and complete morons. If not power hungry and too busy with their own little games to even notice she existed.

But before she really had time to react, or ever really thought to, his hand on her ass gripped firmly as he shifted his body and her own so that she was pressed against the bench, his other hand lacing fingers through her hair, instantly making her cave.

What?

She had one massive weakness, and as his grip grew tighter, that weakness only intensified. Attention drawn away from that sensation only by the warmth of his lips pressing against her own, softly at first before she felt the weight of his kiss grow heavier, deeper. His tongue teasing across her silken lips and seeking to part them which for whatever reason she could not exactly explain herself, she allowed.

Soon enough, that tongue would brush against his, slowly caressing it with a gentle whimper sounding in the back of her throat....That hand in her hair most likely the cause but again it was just the heat of the moment....She was not so easily swayed, but she did have to admit, she liked his style.

So very few knew how to go about properly getting to her. How to get her to sit still for a moment. He was doing a rather good job, but she, sadly, doubted that he would be able to maintain his grip which he held on her.

She was a fiery little spirit and one that was near impossible in this day and age to contain let along control. But play time was always nice.

One of her hands now coming up, little fingers sliding along his neck until they rested at the back of such, the tips of her nails lightly scraping against his flesh as her other hand now gripped the side of his shirt, all the while those eyes closed given the current situation she found herself in. Her returned kiss just as passionate, and hungry. She was not one to back down from a challenge and in her twisted little mind that was all this was, a game, because no man could ever really put up much of a fight.

[Devon]

Some would think that this was the stupidest thing he could have possible done in this day in age. It wasn't the age where aggressive men who knew what they want could take such liberties, PC culture dictated that he had just sexually accosted a young woman, something that usually didn't end well for the future defendant.

Did Devon even consider that? Fuck no, he had a beautiful young woman sitting on his lap and flirting with him. What are you, new?

Devon took it very seriously, and didn't go about his approach half cocked. The warmth that he drew from the moment only stoked the fire she had started, leading to an rather intense burst of passion, which would be obvious to all but the blind.

While they used their lips and tongues to caress and tease each other Devon noticed several rather inescapable factors. One being a pleasant lack of mind numbing pain coming from his groin, which only bolstered an already confident young man.

Devon pressed harder, his lips gaining the slightest bit of soreness as he moved his tongue more passionately, his movements firm instead of fast. These movements included tightening his grip on her hair, pulling her deeper into the kiss, while simultaneously pulsing his grip on her previously playful little bottom.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Yes, in this day and age a situation like this with a normal girl would end several days later in a court room of some sort with a judge looking upon Devon like some misfit to society. But, luckily for him, the girl who had mistakenly sat down on his lap was anything BUT normal.

Intstead of her hand, which now drug her nails down his neck and came to a stop palm flat against his chest, pushing him away like it probably should have done, she instead curled her small fingers into a grip and pulled him to her.

His ever tightening grip on her hair only causing her to whimper once more, unable to really deny the more submissive side of her nature that it brought out in her as she felt the slight tinge of pain at the prolonged and deepened kiss.

Yet still she did nothing to deter him, and instead only continued to return the kiss as her body shivered softly to the hand that continuously grabbed her ass and gripped her tighter with each passionate moment.

There should have been warning bells going off in her head that this would end in a similar fashion when she planted herself in his lap and had not moved, but for the life of her, with the darker half of her nature taking hold, those bells just stayed silent.

Instead she found herself wanting more, that lust filled emotion that now surrounded them both just feeding the fire that had started with her little spark of interest. Yeah, always the one to get herself into trouble this one.

Her tongue continuing to brush along his, a moan, though soft and muffled by the fact that his lips were pressed so tightly to her own, escaping toward him. Body seeming to shift in a manner that begged for more as she refused to move other than further into his grip....

[Devon]

an [undefined amount of time later

Devon was still shaking off the effects of whatever the hell influenced him over the past two minutes, confused by the almost literal electricity in the air as he loomed over Kev. With a sudden surge of will power he disentangled himself, leaned back, and turned so he was once again sitting with his back to the bench.

The heat they generated made his forehead glisten lightly with sweat. As he sat there his arms shifted off his thighs, and he glanced at his hands, their moisture chilling as he stared at them. His mind reached for an explanation, and he couldn't find so much as a single thread of logic.

But despite that sudden oddity he was happy with the outcome, even he still was redirecting blood flow and slowing the hammering in his chest. When he glanced over he noticed several things. The most startling change wasn't the shift of the hue of her eyes, which changed from ice to a rich blue, but the submissive position she timidly held as she caught her breath.

Despite the sudden fury of passion he calmed himself fairly well, although his chest was still pumping a little too heavily. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a .99c lighter and another joint, which had bent awkwardly at the middle. Devon grunted at this as he straightened in, placing it between his lips, and lit the end.

After breathing out a thin stream of smoke he hummed, not a tune or anything, just a quick hum. "I think I'm going to stop fishing." He spoke in a quiet tone, a hint of amusement lightening the words as the corner of his lips twitched upward in a confident smile.

[Ceraphine Davis]

As her breathing slowed, she finally managed to allow herself movement once more as he pulled away from her and then sat up, pulling out his joint and his lighter as though it were nothing. Which, quite honestly tore at something deep down inside her. With every person she had ever been with, her goal had always been to please them, not herself, and he had denied her that, but simply, pulling away.....

It created the oddest sense of desire and submission and nervousness in her. Like she had not accomplished her purpose, like she perhaps had failed in something she had done. Had she misbehaved that badly?

The thought just escaping her mind as he spoke, a little smile tugging at his lips...Only then, when she was sure that perhaps she had not failed, did she shift slightly to crawl her body across the short distance of the bench to place herself directly next to him, her much smaller form seemingly trying to nuzzle up to him in an almost affectionate manner.

It was an odd thing perhaps to some, but given what had just transpired, what he had brought out within her, it seemed the only appropriate response to the situation. Brushing her tongue over her lips and savoring the lingering flavor of him there upon them, she smiled lightly to his words before letting those deep blue eyes now shift upward toward his own. Her tone slipping forth, this time less shakey but none the less still softer than when they had initially met.

"Does that mean you have given up or that you have simply caught your limit?"

She asked curiously as she bit the lower corner of her bottom lip, unsure how things would really progress from here. She was, in her mind assuming that it would not be anything more than it had been just now, as pretty much any male she came in contact with could not or chose not to handle her in a day to day manner.

Nope, she was just not the type and they were never able to put up with her. But the idea was still fun to entertain from time to time.

[Devon]

It took a bit, but after he made his joke she seemed to snap out of the daze she was in. After that she did something that caught him off guard for a moment. She crawled, admissibly not too far, to rest her chest against his arm, nuzzling into his shoulder as she pressed herself to him.

Devon couldn't exactly complain, but feline like show of affection wasn't something he had been expecting. Of course he also hadn't been expecting a beautiful young woman to fall into his lap either, so all in all it had been a pretty good evening.

But it wasn't just that, her tone had changed as well. It was noticeably softer, and not because she was winded. Which made even more sense when she played with her lower lip after speaking. "I caught something I want. Although you'll have to go without the refrigeration and cooking on the grill. I like you and all, but I'm just not into the whole human flesh thing."

Devon cracked a smile and then seemed to become serious, pulling the joint from his lips and resting the butt on his thigh, between his fingers. He moved his other hand up from the back of the bench, moving his hand so his fingers rested along her jaw, and turned her head so she was looking up at him.

"What is your number and address?" He asked rather pointedly.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She would finally settle down beside him, unable to help the manner in which she behaved, though honestly it was most likely do to the fact that they were alone despite being in the open.

Then she felt his hand upon her jaw, his grip enough to lift her head so that her still deep ocean blue eyes looked into his as he spoke very clearly what he wanted.

It was then that she would pull one of her legs out from beneath her body, bending it just enough to allow her access to her calf where she hid her money and such when she went running.

Soon enough she offered up a card, containing both her cell phone number and her apartment complex, where she had been living now most nights when the rest of the world was asleep. Knowing that things would be safer that way.......

Either way she would wait for him to take it before she would settle back, letting her bottom finally come to rest on the bench, as she let her petite form lean into his slightly, her shoulder now against his own.

"We will just have to see if you still feel that way at another time and place."

She smiled, of course not thinking that anything would really come of this. Why? Because it never did. Guys got her number and address all the time back in the day and even lately. They never used it. They just made her think that. Which really was hurtful, but then that just gave her more people to make suffer at a later date and time.

A gentle shake of her head as she pushed those thoughts out of her mind and instead let her head rest against his shoulder now, a glance cast to her watch to make sure what time it was. Not like she had anywhere to be. Heh, just a force of habit.