Title: I'll keep you my dirty little secret... [Max]
Isabel Yara Galloto - April 26, 2012 08:05 PM (GMT)
Isabel was having a nice lazy day, she had only gone out for a little bit to run some errands. It was extremely hot today for some reason, and it was humid too since it just rained. She was so very pale, this was the perfect time to show a little skin though she probably wouldn't get a tan. She never tanned, she was freakishly pale for life, and Isabel accepted that. Isabel let out a sigh, glancing at her phone. No respond from Ciel, again. They had been dating for a while, why where things sucking now? What changed? Isabel was just focusing on school, she didn't want to think about it all. Max was probably really sick of hearing her mope, so she was going to focus on everything else but Ciel. She had finally finished the final touches to decorating her room, and it looked good. She was proud of herself, she didn't usual decorate things, but this was an exception. She was going to be here for another year, she may as well make it look nice. Isabel cleaned up her room too, so everything looked really nice. Nichole was out, and told her that she was probably going to be out for the next couple days, since she was out on a trip or something for school. Either way, Isabel had the perfect opportunity to listen to her music and relax. Drinking some water, Isabel looked through her email and noticed an email from her psychology professor. Was there something wrong with Max and her presentation? Dear Isabel,
I am emailing you on the offer to show your presentation at the upcoming psychology convention next month. There was very good feedback from your presentation, and the board of education insisted I show it to the people running the convention. They absolutely loved it, and would love for you to present it. Please show Max this email, and congratulations to both of you.
Yours truly, Miss Mulbury.
Isabel's eyes lit up as she read the email. Oh my god. Oh my god. She was so excited she could hardly keep herself from smiling. There was a knock on the door, and Isabel jumped up to answer it, her grin ear to ear as she saw Max standing infront of her doorway. Pulling Max into her room and closing the door, Isabel immediately showed him the email, her grin not faltering. " They loved it! They want us to present our presentation at a psychology convention! Us!!
" Isabel gushed, hugging Max tightly rocking him side to side. " We have to celebrate,
" Isabel said, letting go of Isabel and pulling out a two glasses and a bottle of champaign from the freezer. Pouring the drinks, Isabel handed one to Max, holding up hers," To doing an amazing job on our presentation,
" Isabel toasted with a smile, clinking her glass to his before drinking the entire glass. Isabel didn't drink like a lady, she never had. " We should put you in a suit for the presentation!
" Isabel said, pouring herself another glass, drinking this one a little slower," That was be soooo adorable!
" Isabel said, nudging him with a grin.
OOC: Her Outfit
and Her Room
Maximeu Alexandre DuBois - April 26, 2012 10:05 PM (GMT)
Max had spent most the day asleep. He really wasn't in the mood to have to drag himself out of bed to do absolutely nothing. Also, with that project done, he had the ability to just lie in bed and not worry about anything in the world. The only problem with that was that it got boring; fast. He supposed he could clean his room. Make it actually organized instead of an organized mess. The only problem with that was he could never find anything he needed afterwards. At least in his messily organized room he had at least a general idea of where everything was. He saw no reason to change something that already worked well enough. He rolled off of the bed of his dorm room, landing on his butt with a thump. He was slightly glad that his roommate was not there to see it. Max was tempted to just lay back on the floor and go back to sleep, but he figured he had already spent too much of the day asleep. Any more time would be a bit insane, Which meant there was only one thing left for him to do to pass the time by: Go bug Isabel. He got up, pulling on a pair of sweats and a tee shirt before making his way to the girl's dorms.
Both the girl and the boy dorms had a rule about not telling any teachers or administrators about them having "visitors" over since it was technically against the rules for either to have the opposite in them. Only with the girls it was more like "I saw nothing, and you saw nothing," where as with the guys it was "Just make sure to always put a sock in the door for decency's sake, and we won't have any problems." He never understood how the girls could be so cat-like about it when the guys were always just so chill. He figured that it was because most girls tended to be petty and jealous. He was glad that he knew at least a couple females who weren't, at least, completely like that: his sister, Gisele, and Isabel. He'd have to hang himself if they were.
He got up to her dorm room just to be glomp-ed and dragged inside. He smiled at the email. "Very nice," he said with a yawn as he took the glass of champagne from her, downing it in one hit as she toasted them. He was glad that they received such an honor. He wasn't so thrilled though at the thought of having to wear a suit. He usually tried to avoid remembering that he was royalty at all costs, a suit wouldn't exactly help in that ordeal. He pouted at her, pouring himself another glass. "Do I have to wear a suit?" he whined. "They take effort to put on. I'm sure no one will mind me just showing up in something like this," he told her, motioning to his outfit with one hand and gulping down his second glass of champagne. Max started to feel the slight buzz of the champagne as he poured himself yet another glass. It wasn't that he was a light weight when it came to drinking, it was just that the good stuff -- being able to afford the best was one of the few perks he saw to being a royal -- got you there fast. That and when Max drank, he drank like a man.
Isabel Yara Galloto - April 26, 2012 11:12 PM (GMT)
Isabel made a face when he asked if he could just wear that. A tee shirt and sweats were fine if you wanted to look like a homeless man in front of only a couple hundred college professors. No way he was going to be wearing just that. Isabel would kill him before he would get on the stage. Plus, Isabel and him both knew that she was the charisma of the group. She was the lively one, and while she was good at being energetic and passionate about the topic, Max was good at all the technical talk. Statistics, facts, stuff like that was Max's topics. Isabel was just there to look cute and to not bore everyone to tears. " No!!! You'll look like a slob, and we have to look presentable!!" Isabel cried, finishing her drink and setting it down on the table as she stood up with a small wobble as she took her laptop off the bed and set it on the table. " Plus, if it's really that much of a pain to put on, I'll help you put it on, you big baby." Isabel could feel her head light and airy, it was nice to be drinking. She hadn't in a while and when she did, she drank top notch. Isabel had money, she didn't have to buy cheap liquors, and she always drank in style. Pulling down at her shirt slightly, Isabel grabbed the bottle, shaking it's contents. There was a more than half in the bottle, and Isabel held a finger up as she chugged from the bottle.
Holding the bottle in her hand, Isabel handed it to Max. " I dare you to chug the rest, I double dog dare you!" Isabel said with a grin. There was at least one fourth of the bottle left, and Isabel wanted to challenge him. She had drank half of what was left from the bottle already. Isabel watched as Max finished the rest of the bottle, clapping as she laughed, taking the bottle and checking to see if it was really empty, smiling as she set it on the table. " Wow, look who can drinks like a man, even though you still whine like a little girl," She said jokingly, laughing as Max pulled her on the bed. Trying to push away and failing completely, Isabel laughed, her head back as she tried to catch her breath.
" Get off of me, you're heavy, you stupid jerk!" Isabel squealed jokingly as she laughed, trying to feebly push him off. Her arms were weak already, but when she drank she tended to be extremely giggly and her body limbs had absolutely no strength in them. Isabel squealed and laughed as Max pinned her arms above her head, silence breaking into the room as they both stopped laughing and paused looked up at him, his face only an inch away from her. Isabel never noticed how big his eyes were, or how deep and green they were. His hands on her wrists, her lips pressed against his, his body gently meeting hers as they kissed. His grip was hurting her wrist, but she liked it a surprising amount. Gasping as he broke the kiss and kissed her neck, Isabel could feel her head spinning as he sucked on her neck gently, biting her pale skin as he did. It hurt, and made that area of her neck ache," harder," Isabel said breathily, her hands still pinned, her heart pounding in her chest.
Maximeu Alexandre DuBois - April 27, 2012 01:17 AM (GMT)
Max rolled his eyes at her as she complained about his whining about wearing a suit. Max and suits did not go together, or at least not in his opinion. He had every reason to whine. He grabbed the bottle from her and chugged down the remaining contents of the bottle accepting her challenge. He pulled her down onto the bed as she mocked him. Max didn't like being mocked. He held her down as she tried to push him off. This was usual of them, but different somehow. Maybe it was the alcohol, but he was curious now. He always so sure of his sexuality that he never gave the idea of what it would be like to be with a girl a chance. The only people he had ever been with were guys, whether he bottomed or topped. And he always liked it. The thought of being with a girl just didn't feel right. Well, didn't feel right while sober, at least. But here in Isabel's room, her roommate not there, the alcohol in his system. It was all too tempting. It wasn't as if anyone had to know. They could pretend nothing happened in the morning if it was all awkward -- blame it on the alcohol. That was it.
He had his face an inch away from hers as he pinned her arms above her head. The silence that followed made temptation even harder to resist. Her just laying there under him. Their bodies pressed right up against each other. Before he had any idea what he was doing, he was kissing her. Her lips tasted delicious. Her body felt soft pressed up against his harder one. Her scent invaded his nostrils. His senses were on fire as his lips moved to the pale, tender skin of her neck. His grip on her wrists was released as he moved his hands to circle around her waist and pull her as close as he could to her. He nibbled and sucked on the skin, control being lost. He ended up leaving a couple bruises. He forgot completely that he had to be more careful, since her skin bruised so easily. Frankly, he didn't care. He needed more of her taste. More of her scent on him. Her touch.
All his actions became much more crude with her breathy command. The bites and sucks to her skin became harsher. His hands roughly grabbed her hips, hard enough to bruise as he pulled her to him, grinding his pelvis to hers. His breaths turned to pants. Just the sound of her voice like that sparked some animalistic desire in him. He wanted her. He wanted to know what it felt like. No, he needed it. Now. His lips kissed their way up her neck to her ear. He panted in her ear a bit as his hands grazed the tender skin of her stomach down to her legs and back up again. The tips of his fingers were burning with passion from just the simplest of contact. "I want you," he growled lowly into her ear before nibbling on the lobe a bit. "Right here, right now."
Isabel Yara Galloto - April 27, 2012 02:22 AM (GMT)
Isabel could feel all control slipping from her fingers. Her skin was screaming for him, her senses going mad. The taste of his lips sweet and addicting, his lips soft. Her heart racing, Isabel let him wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him as possible, her arms weak as he let them go. A moan escaped her lips as he sucked her skin more aggressive; she had never had a man touch her so roughly and so passionately, not even by Ciel. The cold sensation of his saliva on her skin caused her neck to tingle, the cold air greeting the newly made bruises on her skin. Wrapping her legs around him, pulling him closer, Isabel could feel the throbbing heat of her thighs as her hands ran through his messy hair, grabbing his hair roughly as he kissed her neck up to her ear. She had never told anyone, but her ear was one of those spots for her that she couldn't resist. His hand grazing her thigh made her body shiver, pushing up against his; his hands warm and gentle compared to his aggressive bites. She was losing control, she couldn't think straight, the scent of him on top of her was intoxicating and all around her. The sweat from his body was all she could smell. His breathe on her ear caused her to shiver, his voice sending her overboard.
The low growl of his voice was enough. She wanted him so badly. Isabel's hands trailed down his back hastily as she fingered the edge of his shirt, grabbing it and pulling it off quickly, their bodies only separating for brief moment. Wrapping her arms around his torso, Isabel's nails dug into his back as she kissed him, his taste filling her mouth as his tongue slide into her mouth. Isabel couldn't take it anymore. She had to have him right now, she couldn't wait another second. Isabel's mind was fuzzy, her body aching for him. Grabbing his hair, Isabel's legs pulled him closer to her, his hands on her waist. " Then take me," Isabel gasped," Now." She demanded, her hands trailing down his back, her nails digging into his skin.
Isabel could feel her legs going weak, her thighs begging for him. Her breath in pants, Isabel let his hands travel to her shirt as he ripped it off, the fabric of her shirt tearing as it revealed her pallid chest. Her could hear her heartbeat in her ear as he kissed her again and again. Isabel couldn't stop herself, she wanted his body on top of her, touching every single part of her body. She wanted to be kissed, bruised, touched until she was screaming his name. Isabel panted as they broke the kiss, his hands grabbing her leg as she trembled. She could feel her entire body shaking as he touched her. Her body couldn't handle anymore. Isabel couldn't think about anything but Max. Her body wanted her to scream his name, begging for him to take her.
Maximeu Alexandre DuBois - April 28, 2012 03:06 AM (GMT)
Max hissed in delight at the pleasurable pain that accompanied her rails raking down his back. He had no doubt that long red lines were going to be marking his back for at least a week if not two, maybe longer. He pulled her lips to his again, kissing her roughly with as much passion as he could muster. Max may not have been a person capable of much passion in his day-to-day life, but when he was in the heat of the moment they came out -- raw and uncontrollable. Everything that Isabel and him were doing at the moment that would've pained more gentle lovers just helped to fuel the need and pleasure inside of him. He had to have more. He needed to have more. He was on a sensory overload. Her scent invaded his nostrils -- sweet and musty: the smell of need. The taste of her tongue on his drove him close to madness. Her voice taken that breathless demanding tone. And the feel of her skin on his; the softness of her bare chest pressed against his muscled one. He sat up for a moment between her thighs, looking down at her with a slight lick of his lips as he pushed his hair back. Isabel looked both gorgeous and delicious in her positioning on the bed. Max wasn't used to being so out of control. He leaned back over her, catching her lips with his, finally just giving into temptation...
~Fade To Black~
Max awoke, feeling tingly and deeply satisfied. He was sure that what had happened had been a dream, but if he had more dreams like that, he wouldn't mind. It was a bit strange, the scent of the room was that of sex... and it wasn't his room. head the feeling of someone soft and warm cuddling into his side; it was Isabel. Nothing unusual there. Him and Isabel had shared beds frequently since they were best friends. But then he felt that the softness touching his legs and the lower regions also. That... that was not
normal. Max groggily took another look around the room. His shirt was on the floor. Along with his boxers and panta. Uh oh.
And Isabel's clothes. The ones she had been wearing when he came over. It all came back to him now. Shit. So much for being sure about being gay all the way. He had just done it with a girl. More than just any girl: his best friend.
Isabel Yara Galloto - April 28, 2012 03:32 AM (GMT)
The sunlight shining through the window made Isabel tuck into the blankets, burying her face in Max's arm as she slept peacefully. The room smelt sweet, the smell was potent and strangely comforting to her. Isabel wouldn't move, she was far too comfortable at the moment. The warmth from the sun made her room even warmer than it previously was, and Max was warm as she cuddled up against her. And then it hit her. Isabel gasped, sitting up so quickly that she lost her balance and fell off the bed, yanking the blankets down with her. Isabel checked herself, her clothes were gone. Oh shit. Shit, shit shit. Her shirt laid on the floor in a tattered mess, her bra and undies were flung about, her underwear hanging off her her ceiling fan. Standing up breathless, her red hair a complete mess as she flipped it out of her face, looking at Max with a completely bewildered expression. He was naked. Oh my god, he was naked. Isabel looked up at his face to avoid looking down, her face red. Running her fingers through her hair, Isabel quickly pulled a pair of underwear out of her drawer, pulling them on underneath the blanket, avoiding looking over at Max as she pulled on a bra, dropping the blanket on the floor by accident. " Don't look!" Isabel squealed, pulling on her batman tank top and shorts before pacing the room, cleaning up whatever she could that was thrown about.
It wasn't until she walked past her mirror and glanced at her own reflection, stopping to take a closer look. Her neck and chest were covered in hickeys, Isabel gasped, dropping the clothes in her hand on the floor as she stared at them in horror, poking at one of them gently before turning around to face Max. Her face pale, paler than usual, Isabel looked at Max with a short recollection of the night before. " We did it," Isabel squeaked, her eyes wide. She could remember parts of it. A blush covered her cheeks as she leaned against the dresser to make sure she didn't fall over.
" Oh my god, we did it," Isabel repeated, as though she had finally come to terms with what that meant. She was still panicking. That wasn't going to change. " But you're- and I'm- oh my god, I just cheated on my boyfriend with my best friend, I am a horrible person" Isabel said, covering her face, her hair messy and tumbling everywhere. She was a total mess, but that was the least of her concerned. Her body still remembered how he felt. She could still taste him on her lips. She could remember screaming his name, begging him not to stop. Oh god. Isabel was going to throw up. But she wasn't. But holy shit, it felt like she was.
Maximeu Alexandre DuBois - April 28, 2012 04:12 AM (GMT)
Max sat on her bed, naked and in shock as she ran about pulling her clothes on and picking up the mess that was made. He was trying to comprehend it all. Try to make sense of what they had done. Why they had done it. He had no idea. With the way she was freaking out, she had no idea. He was so surprised that he had done that, that he couldn't bring it to himself to move. It wasn't until she looked at him with her bewildered expression did he realize that he should move and get his clothes on. A blush fell on his face as he tried to find his clothes. He didn't even dare to try to look at her as she pulled on her clothes. This was all horrible! It had felt amazing at the time, but it was still just not good at the present. He quickly pulled on his pants and his shirt; he couldn't find his boxers. He felt a soreness on his back. That was weird. He never felt sore on his back. Max quickly ran to one of the mirrors in the room to look at his back, lifting his tee-shirt to view the extent. All over were long and short red marks. Some had broken through the skin slightly and were bleeding just a bit.
His eyes were the size of saucers as he stared back at her. he was always so sure about his feelings -- which went no further than friendship -- towards Isabel, and his sexual preference as that being only other males. How did he come to sleeping with his best friend, who was female. Not even a butch female, but one with tender skin and a slight frame that felt nice when pressed up against. Shit. he thought to himself. I shouldn't of thought of that. his mind recollected bits and pieces of the night before. It all flashed before his eyes like movie scenes. "Oh my God," were the only words he was able to manage.
He walked back into the room, running his hands through his hair as he tried to come up with a logical reason and solution to this. Max was desperate to come up with a logical explanation for all of it. He practically lived off of logic, which was why he didn't ever really understand people. His brain was too far out searching for a reasonable explanation that he couldn't hear her talking. He could still taste her on his tongue, her scent during was trapped in his nostrils, the feeling of her skin on his remained, and her screams and moans replayed themselves in his ears over and over again. He'd be a liar if he said he didn't like it, but he was gay. Or supposed to be. He was sure he was. He wasn't sure of anything right now, though. He stopped pacing, holding his hands out as he came up with an explanation, despite his head still spinning. "It's all alright," he said slowly, trying to convince himself of what he was saying. "We both had one too many drinks -- we were drunk. And we both hadn't had any in a while. It wasn't our fault. It was booze and hormones." He could believe that. So long as he thought it every time he looked at her and the memories popped back into his head.
Isabel Yara Galloto - April 28, 2012 04:32 AM (GMT)
Isabel couldn't stop thinking about it now. His voice, his grunts and groans, his lips against hers. It was a nightmare. It was a complete nightmare. Holy shit, she was going to throw up. No. Nothing, but the feeling in her stomach could not have been described as pleasant, not the slightest. What was she going to tell Ciel? If she told him at all. No, she had to. But couldn't, that would break his heart in two. But Isabel wouldn't lie to him. She was torn in between hurting her boyfriend and keeping this a secret. Isabel looking in the mirror, examining the series of hickeys and bruises on her neck and chest, her hips were aching, and she lifted up her shirt to reveal the large bruises on her hips. Holy crap. His voice only reminded her of that night as he growled "i want you" into her ear. God, she couldn't get it out of her head. Bad brain! Stop thinking about it. Stop. She couldn't. It had poisoned her mind, and was the only thing she could think of. Ciel hadn't ever done anything like that to her before. Ciel was a gentle lover, he liked being sensual and Isabel was fine with that, but that? Oh no. Isabel couldn't believe something like that she would ever enjoy, but the worst part is that she did. A lot. And the worst part is that she liked this single experience more than any time she slept with Ciel. Oh my god. She was a horrible person.
" I'm a horrible person," Isabel said, flopping on the bed, her shirt lifting slightly as it revealed the bruises on her hips and waist. Her face in the blankets, Isabel listened to his reasoning. He had a point. They had drank a lot. They were not in their usual sorts. Isabel and Ciel hadn't had sex in a long time. That must be it. But that amount of passion? It bothered Isabel. It bothered her that she never felt that sort of raw passion with Ciel. Still, the pain in her chest didn't stop.
Sitting up with a sad expression, Isabel shook her head," That must be it," She said, walking over to the counter as she picked up her liquid concealer and small sponge, dabbing the fondation on her skin gently on the bruises in an attempt to cover them up. They were dark and obvious, but her concealer covered them up as though they weren't even there. If anyone saw her hips, she could say she fell. Isabel was clumsy, people would believe it. Looking up from the mirror, she saw Max looking at her from across the room. A pained look on her face, Isabel covered her face with her hands, her elbows resting on the table. " Oh my god, what have we done?" She said miserably.
Maximeu Alexandre DuBois - April 28, 2012 10:57 PM (GMT)
Max again ran his hands through his hair as he tried to make sense of what was happening. He had no idea what he was going to do. What they were going to do. He looked at her though her mirror and saw the pained look on her face. They couldn't tell anyone about this. She was still with Ciel, and he was seeing how the thing with her brother played out. They could never tell anyone. They could never even do that again. He sighed as he ran his hands over his face. He couldn't even look at Isabel without remember hos she looked under him the night before. Sweaty and panting, begging for more. He tried to push the thoughts out of his head. They were best friends. They shouldn't have even done that in the first place. No matter how good it felt, his brain mentioned. He pressed the bottom of his palms into his eyes. He should not have thought that. They just needed to forget that it ever happened. It was just one night. One night didn't mean anything. Not with alcohol in their systems. Not with the both of have having been already rather sex deprived already. It was just one night. One night that didn't mean a thing.
"It never happened," was all he said when he looked back at her again. "Nothing happened. It was just a one nighter that shouldn't have happened. So we'll just say that nothing happened.' He could convince himself of that. It's not like there were feelings involved. It was just sex. Raw, animalistic sex. Brought upon by hormonal imbalances in the brain, being amplified by the alcohol which also caused a lapse in judgement. That was a good explanation. Completely logical. True to facts about what alcohol did to the human psyche and how their bodies worked at that age.
He looked at Isabel who still looked horrified. The room still smelled like the both of them mixed together. Like the sweet smell of passion and longing finally being satisfied. Fucking Shit. He needed to get out of there. He needed to get back to his dorm room. Crap. What would his roommate say when he saw the lines that raked across and down his back. First thing for sure would be to ask if Max had changed teams. That boy knew what girl scratches down a guy's back looked like, considering e\he had them so often himself. He tried looking for his boxers again before giving up hope of ever finding them. "I guess I should go," he mumbled, making his way to the door. He paused at it, looking back. "And you're not a harrible person. I'll... uh... I'll see you later."