But it was a trick [Shelley]

[Laine Valon Majei]

Ah, Laine loved summer. Between the warm breeze the speed of his bike created or the skimpy clothes of women resulting from the heat, he didn’t know which one he enjoyed more. Laine leaned on his black timber boots as he halted at a stop light. Jade eyes skimmed the scenery around the street recognizing random building for restaurants, coffee shops, and outlets. None appealed to his desire. When the red light converted to green Laine kicked off and his stocky frame balanced effortlessly on the dark scrambler. Leaning to the right he turned down a scantly populated street, searching for a destination that he could waste some hours. Finally, a mall. Maybe not the most ideal place he wanted but he wasn’t going to be picky now. Right hand twisted the throttle and boosted the bike into the parking lot. Best things about crotch rockets? Parking spots are always upfront. Laine eased the bike into the center of the area and dismounted. No helmet, leather jackets, or pads; Laine only used them in winter and even then it was more for warmth than safety. His hands raised and fell sharply to straighten out his opaque button up, then casually fingered through his hair assuring it wasn’t a windblown disaster. Although a man, Laine took pride in his looks. However he hadn’t shaved the day before and still had the lingering ‘5 o’clock’ shadow patterned around his jaw line. He patted the front of his gloomy jean pockets and felt the objects inside them. Phone, cigarettes, lighter, and in the back pocket a wallet; all set.
His stride was nothing special, just a simply and nonchalant walk to the front doors of the establishment. As he retrieved a door handle and tugged it toward him he held it open for a few seconds to allow a woman with a few stragglers to follow suit. Damn, thirsty. It hadn’t hit him how thirsty he was until a glowing coke machine caught his attention. He strolled over while retrieving his wallet from his rear pocket. The first attempt at entering his dollar was a failure, as it often was. He straightened the bill on the side of the machine and was successful entering it the second time. He paid his dues and received a Dr Pepper.
Now, where to? He sauntered down the wide alleyway of the mall, peering into the store opening as he passed. He twisted his wrist to gaze at his silver watch, noticing the time. Not too late in the day, not even noon yet. He eyes followed random pedestrians as they passed; not completely random – more so the women of the area. A small grin gripped and turned his ripe lips into a smirk. Nice place.

[Shelley Isabel Lipps]

The sound of my alarm clock echoed in my ears, ah, morning time was here again. I groaned before sitting up straight in my bed, pushing the covers off of my legs. I looked around, blinking, my eye lids were heavy and fatigue was taking over. I slid out of my bed, pink pajamas wadding up on my body. This was not a good feeling, I had stayed up late last night, and was planning on getting up early today to do some shopping. A girl needed some new clothes, purses, makeup, whatever I could get. Whatever I wanted. My mom had sent me a nice wad of money and I had intended upon using that money to pimp myself or my room out. I rubbed my lower back, pulling up my shirt slightly, ah, that dang tattoo.

I was still a bit sore and winced every time I saw my tattoo in a mirror. Yeah, it was gorgeous, the wings were spread apart and flowed elegantly on my skin. The colors consisted of neon and bright colors, hot pink, aqua, lime green, colors such as those. I walked into my bathroom and turned towards the mirror, I laughed at myself, I looked pitiful. I pulled the hairbow out of my hair and allowed my knotted hair to run freely. I looked bad, but it wasn't anything a warm shower and some makeup wouldn't fix.

Ah, makeup, a girls best friend.

I sighed, shrugging out of my clothes and into the shower. I took a long, long, warm shower and shivered as I stepped out of the shower and into the opening, wrapping a towel around my bodice. I had put on a few pounds since I had left home, I would always get bored at the house and exercise for no reason. Ah, I didn't look bad. I still had my rocking body. After examining myself I dried off and put on some clothes. I pickily chose my clothes, picking out a white tank threaded with gold beading on it. It was a tight fitting shirt, the fabric wasn't soft, but was itchy. All would be good, if it was pretty, i'd wear it.

After putting on my shirt, I pulled on some short, ripped jean shorts. I brushed the tangles out of my hair and blow dried it. Then, I braided my hair to the side and put a thin, gold headband in. I slipped into some aqua blue sandals and grabbed my aqua coach purse. I ran back into the bathroom and put on some light makeup, nothing major. I just added some sparkles in eyeshadow this time. Ah, I looked presentable enough. I sighed a bit, rolling my dark green eyes around in my head before disappearing out of my room. I skipped down the hall, humming a Nickelback tune to myself. I was so excited, this would be my first shopping day since I had arrived at this miserable place.

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It didn't take but 10 or 15 minutes for me to walk to the mall, I really, really needed to purchase a car. I was saving up. I was eighteen years of age, plenty old enough to have a car. Maybe mom and dad would consider donating to the cause.

Was I stupid?

Of course they wouldn't!

I was their princess, they couldn't take a risk on their princess driving. I made a "humph" noise, wrinkling up my nose, and tilting my chin up as I swayed down the sidewalk to the entrance of the mall. I looked around, it was buisy today, that was for sure. I shrugged a bit, carelessly skipping into the entrance. Where to first? Hmm... Victorias Secret sounded nice. I walked along the stores until I came to the shop I knew oh so well. I squeled a bit before darting into the shop with a large grin on my face. As soon as I entered, I spotted some animal print bras that were really, really pretty.

Let the fun begin!

CLICK FOR CLOTHING!

[Laine Valon Majei]

Laine propped up on a center aisle kiosk taking a trifling sip of his Dr Pepper. Tranquil emerald eyes floated over various people and objects in the mall. His hand searched for the spearmint gum he had stashed in his pocket earlier that morning. Finally grasping around it, his fingers fumbled with the piece before exposing the gum, discarding the wrapper, and popping it in his mouth. Laine regained his full weight and stood tall. He dedicated his forward movement toward ‘The Buckle’ where he was sure to find more jeans. The infamous pink logo and marketing caught his eyes. Laine simply couldn’t keep his indulgent orbs from taking a long and attentive look inside. Victoria’s secret, yum. It was like a preview peak of the climax of a movie, so to speak. Upon his study of the store Laine set eyes on a cute little blonde entering.
Laine slowed his steps and his aim had transferred from the Buckle to the pink and blonde force drawing him in. All too routinely his eyes did the up and down motion over her small setting. Now, how was he going to approach the situation. He was a male in a dominantly female store; he could pull the whole “ looking for a gift for my mother/grandmother” line, but how obvious would it be that he was lying. While contemplating his approach, a hand was tucked in his front pocket while the other gently rubbed against his prickly chin. All the lingerie around Laine was enough to put together several different images. There were quite a few other women in the store that he looked at, but had already set his sights on the blonde in the animal print.
Rawr.
As Laine moved to the side of her, yet a good five feet away he issued another glance of her. He knew he would stick out in the store, but it would probably work in his favor. Without being too close, or speaking too low to come off as some type of freak – Laine made it as casual as possible when he leaned toward and said – “So, how does a guy talk to a nice looking woman in a lingerie store without looking like a creep?”
He fitted his balance back directly on his own two feet. His teeth clenched at his gum before a slice of teeth were visible between smirked lips. He kept the hand nearest her in his pocket, yet not fumbling. The other hand remained on his jaw, his thumb very gently rubbing his stubble. He kept is cagey eyes on her and along with that smirk – he was hoping his approach would work. Not that he would give up if it hadn’t.

[Shelley Isabel Lipps]

Green eyes ran across the bras that I was fumbling with, they were all different colors, sizes, and also came in all sorts of different patterns. To be honest, I was in heaven. Any girl that was shopping in Victorias Secret was in heaven.... Or at least they thought that. Now, I can't say the same for their boyfriend. The only thing their boyfriend or whomever would enjoy, would be looking at the posters of women in lingerie on the walls.

Hmph.

Some girls even enjoyed that, but no, not me. I preferred looking like the women that hung on the walls. I had been standing straight, running my eyes over everything in the store. Nothing was really tempting me at the moment. I shrugged a bit, turning back towards the bras. I fumbled through them, I finally came upon a brown/black leopard print one that was just the right size for me. I was reaching for it when a mysterious voice echoed in my ears. I stood up straight, trying to make my body appear taller than it really was. I turned towards the stranger, expecting him to look like a freak. But no, that was not the case at all.

I smirked a bit, tilting my head to the side, causing my blond braid to leave my shoulder and fall on my back. He was an interesting looking character.... that was for sure. I ran my eyes over his body, taking in every curve of myself, every fold or wrinkle in his clothes. He was inspecting me the same way, except, I knew that he was looking more at my body than what I was wearing. I suddenly felt ashamed of what I was wearing and looked down at my feet before looking up at him with a bold glimmer in my eyes. I shrugged a bit before replying, my voice firm and bold but yet high pitched like a girls at the same time. "Well, there is no way to avoid looking like a creep in this sort of situation." I shrugged, my petite shoulders rising then falling.

I sent a small smile his way, cocking an eyebrow before smarting off just a bit, "Unless you tell someone that your buying something for your mom or grandmother.... But, no one buys their grandmother lingerie." I stood up even straighter than before, my mind was approving what I saw, but my eyes said different. Instead, my eyes had a glimmer of curiosity and amusement. The guy had finally stepped back away from me and I no longer felt as if he was invading my space. So, I stood there, trying to decide how I should approach this guy.

I gripped the side of the bra stand gently in my french tipped fingers before saying, "Anddd this nice looking woman's name is Shelley." I narrowed my green eyes a bit before continuing, "I don't have a nick name and no you cannot call me your whore, slut, or bitch. Nice to meet you."

[Laine Valon Majei]

Laine’s wondering rich eyes caught her smirk, and like it. He found it amusing that she reflected the smirk he often carried on his own lips. His eyes flickered to her dangling golden tresses. He studied her eyes as she gave him the once over, he couldn’t help but sneak in another preview of her torso. Her slender shoulders and her tight fitting top left his imagination biting at the bit. The movement of her shrug snapped his eyes back to her as her voice matched her shrug. Okay, in this situation he was a creep – but he had cracked the ice.
His smirk had transformed into a genuine small smile at her grandmother comment. He had only one remark in response, “Well, maybe my grandmother is a creep too..” Laine noticed her keep standing straighter and straighter, like she was trying to stretch herself taller with every adjustment. He thought it was cute. Laine had this habit of just slightly nipping at the inside of his cheek. No specific occasion called for it, he would just find himself randomly doing it. Now was one of those times. He removed his hand from his pocket and extended it toward her in a gentle gesture. His other he placed around his abdomen. He shifted the majority of his weight from his left to right leg. “Well then, Shelley. My name is Laine – and you can call me anything as long as you’re talking to me.
He had put emphasize on her name in the sentence, as in asterisking that he would call her that; and also in a nearly sarcastic manner. Laine had the urge to wink for some reason. He resisted, that was creepy. He faintly snickered at her final comment. Bold. Interesting. His smile not only danced on his lips, but played a number on his whole face. His eyes caught a glee like glimmer for just a second before residing back to normal. “I don’t know what types of creeps you’ve been hanging out with, but I’m quite different. I’ll stick with Shelley – or only the names you want me to call you.” He had kept this distance for now, he got a comfortable vibe from her and decided not to push it; especially in a lingerie store. Laine forced himself to look away from her eyes that were maxing out peripheral vision to get more. His eyes wavered over to the bra she was holding. His lips took on a serious, straight, and thinking demeanor. He did a quick flash back to her, then to the bra. He crossed his stout arms across his chest, leaned back in an informal way and noted, “I like it. Definitely not my grandmother’s type.” His lips broke at his own comment, a playful grin that his eyes reflected as well as he cocked them back toward her. This girl was something new, and interesting as of now. She seemed to have some spark, yet inhibition about who and what she was and wanted to be treated like.

[Shelley Isabel Lipps]

The way this guy looked over me brought amusement to my face, so I smirked, lifting my chin up slightly. I laughed out loud, my laugh chiming quietly between us. I took a step away from the bra racks and looked up at him, his dark eyes plastered on me. "If you're going to check me out, try not to make it so obvious." I stated this bluntly, but humor played on my lips as I spoke. My eyes matched my voice, they danced with inticipation, just wondering what he would say to me. He was quite the character, my thoughts were right for once, he was an interesting character. I confirmed that theory right this moment. When I had spoken to him, his eyes had been on my torso. I just shrugged it off, if he got to see theses babies, he would either be pleased or just downright upset with what he saw.

I was no mastermind, but I had a feeling I knew what he would think.

This guy seemed like the type that would be happy with anything, not the kind of guys that I liked. But, he would be fun for now. And anyways, most guys wanted anything they could get, they were drove by their hormones. The smirk that this cocky guy carried had now transformed into a genuine smile, that was what I liked to see. If anything was important to me, it was a guys smile. Especially a smile that I had brought on. I laughed as he stated that his grandma could possibly be a creep as well. "Well, I see that creep runs in your family. But, I bet your grandfather has fun with her." I joked with him, I might as well, a new friend wouldn't hurt.

He seemed as though he was nice, that's what I liked to find. The nice ones were the ones I had the most fun with. My favorite type of guys were the ones that blushed about everything, kept their thoughts to themselves, and were a momma's boy. It was fun to watch their faces whenever you stripped off in front of them..... Yeah, that was a thought I was going to keep to myself. Whenever the guy extended his hand out towards me, it shocked me a little bit. I was curious, suspicious, and quite pleased with my new friend. I took his hand gingerly but firmly at the same time, his hands were so much bigger than mine, it amazed me. I just cocked an eyebrow slightly, my green eyes questioning every move he mad.

I straightened back up after releasing his hand, my hands now fell down beside of my sides. I crossed my arms across my chest and that same smirk replaced the smile on my face. He put an emphasis on my name. Welp, on the bright side, he wasn't going to call me anything besides my real name. Ha, there was a real man here. It brought pleasure to me whenever his whole face lit up, yeah, this guy had appeared to be a weird, tough, large guy whenever I first laid my eyes on him. He was still handsome now.... maybe even more handsome now that I had learned just a tad bit about him. He wasn't like the serious guys that you would think that he would be. Nope, he was different. He was.... he was interesting.

"You don't want to know the creeps i've hung with.... Well, I was forced to hang out with them. Let's just say that." I nodded my head just a tad bit. My muscles were relaxing now, my other hand had soften up on the bra that I had a grip on. But, I stiffened up as he ran his eyes over me once more. He had leaned back and crossed his arms across his chest in a thoughtful manner.

What was he thinking about?

I stiffened even more, my eyes grew large as I realized that I actually was holding my bra. I gave him a sheepish grin, giggling a bit as he noted the bra. I raised the bra up a bit and ran my large, green eyes over it, "Well, your grandma apparently has bad taste. Because, i'm planning on buying some panties to match." I laughed a bit before continuing on speaking, "So, you think it will look good on me?" I slightly narrowed my eyes in a thoughtful manner, one eyebrow cocking again. I done a small pose, pushing one of my hips to the side slightly, head tilting along with one of my hips.

[Laine Valon Majei]

Laine couldn’t repel the scoffing that came out at her comment. He had to admit, when he first saw the blonde frame and the up town kind of style, he didn’t think she was going to be his kind of interest. The teasing and joking had proved him wrong, he liked it. Laine was picky when it came to his choices of who he was going to put himself out there for, and walking into a lingerie store was along the lines of putting himself out there. He was glad he didn’t regret it now though. Her smile was gracious and caused a reflection action on his lips. “I’m a creep, it’s what I do remember?” Oh, damn – the urge to wink was barely bypassed this time. Laine wasn’t a winker – where was it coming from. With that comment he neither denied nor apologized for the blatant ‘checking out’ just played it into their mimicking. Laine was close to confirming his second theory; she would be a fun friend. She seemed feisty, quick, and had attraction on her side.
As Laine turned to the wall of bras, he had noticed a sale associate staring quite concerningly at the duo. He brushed her off, but knew his odd presence would only last a bit longer before she would intervene. She’d probably intervene in a nice sale associate voice asking if she could help them, but secretly trying to figure out what was going on. Brushing her off and pushing the situation was the better, and more fun, thing to do at the moment. “Hey now, you leave my grandfather out of this. He’s had a rough life dealing with her creepiness.” Laine chuckled as he joked back with her. Laine was being nice. Laine was being Laine. He was always nice, until he needed or wanted something. Or didn’t want something for that matter – but until then, he was nice and pretty reasonable to get along with.
When her hands grasped his, he just lightly wrapped his fingers around hers, contributed to the shake with as much effort and pressure as she did before retreating his hand from her safe zone. He liked her smile, it lit her face. Laine bantered with himself back and forth whether she was the type who could hide emotions easily behind and expressive façade. He determined as of now it was no use to him. They were just getting to know each other and whatever she wanted to portray is what he would play off of. Shelley went the extra push and turned the conversation back to her lingerie. When she held it up, he examine the article, eyes flashing from it to her. “Hmm, I like. A leopard print has attitude, sexiness, and a bit of danger. It would match the owner. And, matching is,… Well, matching is good. Very good.” Laine rolled his bottom lip under his top row of teeth, not biting it hard as to portray even more creepiness, just a undeniable approval. As much as Laine liked to help a girl pick and get into her lingerie, he started to feel a little unwelcomed by the same associate he looked at earlier. She had now inched her way closer, appearing to straighten up other bra racks, but not fooling anyone. “I don’t think you are the only one who got to creep vibe. He mumbled to Shelley as his head nudged toward the associate. “It’s either I pull the gay card or the grandma card and chance it, or maybe you can meet me outside the store when you are done here?” Laine wasn’t above pulling either one of those cards and embarrassing the associate as much as himself. However, in chances of having more time with Shelley, he would also go the calm route. He made sure his eyes stayed on hers and her facial features, keeping a natural grin on his face. His body had turned toward her, but had not inched into her personal space.

[Shelley Isabel Lipps]

I wrinkled my nose up and furrowed my eyebrows together as he scoffed at my words. I rolled my green eyes playfully and tauntingly before straightening up my facial expression. I laid the bra across the forearm of one of my arms and used the other arm to smooth the loose hairs back into place. I was rocking a messy braid today, well, I was mainly rocking the messy part. But hey, looked at whom I had lured in. I had a nice catch today. But then again, this guy could be playing me like a record, using me, luring me in for his pleasure of fun. It wasn't something I liked to think about, he seemed like a nice guy, but I wasn't going to push it. I pressed my lips together, resisting the urge to bust out laughing.

He was trying to make me laugh, and he was very successful, so far. Yeah, he was playing the perfect role as creep. I was playing the rich barbie and he was the creep, this would make for an interesting plot. It wouldn't be long before I gave Laine a nick name. It would be a good nick name.... but there would be some odd, barbie bitch humor going on in the nick name. I smirked a bit, batting my eye lashes a bit before replying to him, "You make a very good creep. I already know what you're going to be for Halloween." I paused for a minute, plastering an even larger smirk on my face, "a creeper." It was no large surprise that's what I was planning on him to be. I knew he wouldn't dress up for Halloween, but it was something to joke about.

Personally, I hadn't been in this good of a mood in forever. He had brightened up my day, I no longer felt sleep heavy in my eyes. Laine finally tore his chocolate eyes away from mine and was now looking at something else, my forest green eyes followed his gaze and found a sales clerk looking at us. I held my hand up to my mouth and started making some weird noise as I laughed into my hand. It only made me laugh a bit louder. I uncovered my mouth and calmed myself, filling my lungs with fresh air and turned away from the sales clerk. Ha, wouldn't this be something to talk about in future time. I turned back towards the sales clerk and didn't smile, my face expression was serious now. I was acting as if I was miserable.

Might as well as have some fun. I glanced from the concerned sales clerk and back up at Laine, apparently she had never seen a guy carrying on a conversation with a strange in a lingerie store. Hey, it happened. I just kind of shrugged off the sales clerk and set my sights back on Laine, he was more interesting. I slumped my shoulders slightly, gripping my bra back in my hand, I scoffed a bit as he talked about his grandparents. I lifted my chin up once more, eyes dangerously challenging him to some sort of game. It could be either a game you wanted to play or a game you wouldn't enjoy. But I was having too much fun. "Apparently you haven't met my grandmother!! She lost her mind as long ago as I can remember. Creepiness is far better. And send my condolences to your grandfather." I smirked a bit, flashing one side of my face to him.

I peered out into the hallway of the mall, watching as desperate pedestrians looked into the store, hoping to get a glimpse of something good. I rolled my eyes at their foolishness, one of these days everyone would get to see their dream person naked and wouldn't have to steal desperate glances in a lingerie store. It amused me so so so much. No one had any idea. A while ago, whenever I had released my hand from his, he had lightly brushes his fingers across mine and it made my heart quiver inside of my chest. But I didn't allow the vulnerability reach my green eyes. My face had gone serious for a half of a minute and was now holding a small, pleasant smile. I took a step towards him as he commented on my article of clothing, I simply brushed my empty hand across his side gently and smiled a flirtatious smile.

"You don't know me. But, if that's the vibe you get, then let that be that." My voice was low, soft, and seductive I purred to him as if I was some sort of feline, my eyes were soft upon his face and just after a minute, I backed away from him and smiled. He would probably think I was being bipolar, but I was just giving him a taste of my even wilder side. Oh, the shock that I would bring him. Only, not really. Laine had tore his stare away from me and back at the sales associate, I smirked in amusement, eyebrows raising as I watched him. The woman was working her way towards us now, she had gotten the creep vibe as well. I laughed under my breath, my eyes wandering to my aqua colored sandals. I looked over him one more time and back up at his face as he spoke of a game plan.

I shrugged a bit, "Well since you absolutely could not pass for gay, and we don't want her to question your grandma. I'll meet you outside the store in five minutes." Laine had moved towards me now and I looked up at him, pleasure in my eyes, he pleased me very much. He had definitely caught my attention and was going to earn a reward, whatever that reward would be. Perhaps spending more time with me? Probably. I set a serious expression on my face as I moved my bra comfortably into a position in my hand and walked passed Laine. Go time. I gently brushed his side with my hand as I hurried towards the panties. I was going to find me some matching leopard print under garments and then get some body spray and than I was blowing this Popsicle stand.

It didn't take me long to get what I needed and to check out, I wandered out in the hallway with my pink bag in hand and was now looking for Laine.

Where was he?

[Laine Valon Majei]

Laine liked the feeling he got when he could see and sense that she was resisting the urge to laugh. He could read it across her lips and his green eyes flickered across the curvature of her playful lips. Her batting lashed caused the raising of a single eyebrow. His lips froze back into a smirk, and remained in the position through her humor. It was odd she was talking about Halloween, because he was mentally comparing her to a lifelike Barbie. The ritzy attitude with the playful style credited his opinion of her new possible nickname and Barbie halloween costume. His creative mind ventured for an insignificant time on her in a Barbie costume, not just any Barbie costume though. He divided his mind from that thought and concentrated back on her. Even in her shaggy braid and relaxed clothes, she still had a certain charm. The natural women were the best, not something that alarmed you in the morning and made you question your alcohol intake and drives.
As Shelley turned and looked at the monitoring sale associate Laine only let his eyes leave her frame for half a second before returning. Oh well if she caught his eyes still on her, he was already reading as the creep. Oh, so she was having some fun with the concerned citizen. They had the poor woman’s mind anxious over what actions to take; back and forth from laughing and grinning to looking trapped and miserable. Barbie snapped her attention back to him and was able to rattle of a snide yet frisky remark about the grandparents. Laine lips that had dropped and relaxed to moisturize had no choice but to play a smile, bypassing the smirk. This girl had him grinning. He had a couple comments that could have been fired back, but he wondered what pushed the boundaries. He kept it light, just general. “Well, I’ll keep my grandmother’s creepiness and you can keep yours craziness.” Laine had turned his body perpendicular to her. His broad shoulders and sturdy chest now directly faced her. He caught the flash from her eyes and his eyes tenderly narrowed. Laine expertly hid the surprise from his eyes when his skin relayed the sensation of her hand against his side. Just a gentle touch and a brisk one at that, but Laine was sure he hadn’t mistaken it. Shelley locked in the notion when her voice had turned dangerously seductive. She backed away after that brief but intense moment. Laine had no comment for her comment. The coolness and spark of interest in his eyes nearly said it all. She had him interested, not just physically’ but he wanted to push and see more. He decided that was better done once they were out of the lingerie store.
As she passed Laine felt the touch again, he resisted the urge to cock his head toward her. ”See you there.” Laine mumbled toward her ear as it passed. He kept his head straight, directed toward the exit of the store. Yet a smile that had been hidden until now stole his lips. It was a mix breed of a smirk and a grin; an expression of a pleased interaction. His extended legs set in motion and he was soon out of the store. He wasn’t very far out the store, possible 10 feet, when he turned back toward the store. The associate still looking a bit more relaxed but still confused. Laine couldn’t help but pass her a quirky wink. Had to get it out, minus well play with it and have fun. He chuckled at himself and took to searching for a place to wait.
Laine had found a comfortable perch on a bench down the walkway from Victoria’s secret. He was alone on the bench so he took the opportunity to stretch out. One arm flooded over the spine of the back, fingers wrapped around the relatively new imitation wood. His thighs were separated and lead to feet firmly on the floor. Although his body was relaxed against the back of the bench, Laine did not slouch. He had an odd burning passion against slouching. His free had meddled with his phone in his lap. His eyes were focused on the screen of his iPhone. Randomly he would glance around, waiting to see if the girl was coming. It only partially slipped into his mind that she would sneak a different direction. He was pretty confident she would meet him, or else she wouldn’t have played with him so effectively in the store. Finally her slender frame came from the store and into the walkway. He waiting in his seat, just watching her. He thought about getting up, but he had already done the approaching. He was going to let her come by this time. However his lips played a welcoming smile, and his eyes stayed intently on her.

[Shelley Isabel Lipps]

My flip flops clacked to a stop as I stepped out into the hallway, the low-quality light shining bright in my eyes now. In Victoria's Secret the lights were low and dimmed, but were not as low of quality as those out in the hallway. Oh how low quality lights pulled out the worse in a person's appearance. I shrugged a bit, my dark green eyes flashed around calmly but falling intently upon whatever caught my eye. I didn't see the tall, muscular guy that went by Laine anywhere. So, I turned around and peered back into the store for just a moment and found the store clerk watching me calmer than before. When she noticed that I was watching her, she turned around and started a conversation with another customer.

I smirked, she had been startled to see that I had caught her staring at me. It was funny in a way. My small bodice turned diagonally to the doorway of Victoria's Secret and my green eyes darted around once again. Then, they finally found the strange man. Hmmmm.... wonder if he had come up with a name for me yet. I took a couple of short steps toward him before stopping and cocking an eyebrow. A small, seductive smile played on my pink lips as I questioned him with my eyes. He was sitting there all straddled out on the bench. I chuckled slightly to myself before turning away from him, playing a small game with him. I jerked out my phone and checked my messages, taking all the time that I needed.

Ha, he would get tired of waiting eventually. But, I would end up just breaking over and heading over there. After checking my messages, I checked my voice mails, then my twitter account, and my facebook account. Then, I changed my background on my phone. It took about five minutes, then I turned around and walked slowly towards Laine. I found his dark eyes glued intently upon me, I was going to figure out how to push his buttons, how to make him get on his knees and beg for me.

I was going to break him.

I stopped, tilting my head to the side, allowing my braid to dangle freely across my shoulder. I pressed my lips into a straight line, hiding an obnoxious smile. What, was he just going to sit there? Or was he going to come to me? Oh no, he was just sitting there, watching me, like a precious little puppy dog. I sighed a bit, I could keep on walking passed him or I could stop and sit beside of him. I could do either one of them, I was going to do something interesting. Though, I had a law to lay down, I was no dog, I didn't respond to my owner. My dog was going to respond to me, if that dog was an obedient one.

Now this dog, he wasn't an obedient one. But he didn't know who he was messing with, not at all. I straightened up my back, straightening my look across the hall. The expression on my face had faded from serious to blank, my eyes following nothing. I started walking towards him, legs taking long strides, my bags shook with every bouncy, proud step I took. My chin was held high and my hips swung easily with the beat that my feet made. As I neared him, I continued on walking passed him until I got to the end of the hall. Then, I stopped and walked towards him. Once I pulled up next to his seat, I crossed my arms and stood there, posture long and proud, my eyes danced across his body, liking what they saw.

Finally, I plopped down next to him and scooted a bit closer than I had been. I didn't allow our bodies to touch, but I scooted close enough to where he could smell my expensive perfume. I wasn't a whore, I didn't rock the smell of cigarette's and cheap perfume. I wasn't cheap, I wasn't a whore, not at all. I crossed my legs, allowing my small hands to fall on top of my top leg. I turned my body towards him, allowing my knee to brush against his leg. I rolled my green eyes tauntingly, allowing a small smile that consisted of lips to break loose. I shook my body slightly before saying sweetly, "So, do you think you own the place? Sitting here all sprawled out like Jesus....." I smirked a bit, flicking my chin towards his legs.

Then I continued, "How much do you wanna bet that, that store clerk comes walking down the hall?"

[Laine Valon Majei]

Laine’s emerald eyes simply, yet interestingly, watched her stride down the mall walkway. Indeed the cheap lighting gave everyone a bit more haunting of an appearance. Even though initially he was confused when she bypassed him without a look, his eyes narrowed when she turned. Tricky little woman. His interest in his phone had diminished since she started her strut and show. His phone fell limp out of his hands and into his lap. Although his head didn’t track her movements around the hall, his devious eyes never left her. The time ticked and tocked; she was making him wait with her all to convenient phone and social network checks. Laine didn’t have a lot of patience, but was able to reign up enough to stay seated and just eye her. His foot had started tapping lightly. Laine found he had more energy now than first walking into the mall. As she strutted over and stood teasingly in front of him, his eyes casted upward toward her. His head didn’t bother to ascend. This look gave him a sly and lively look. He stared at her stimulating eyes, finally speaking in a joking tone. “You know it’s a mall, not a walkway right?” His lips broke into a miniscule side smile. His crown finally rose to allow an even plane between their eye contact.
As she seated herself beside him, she did so perfectly so his olfactory glands were filled with her applied smell. His nose and mind played with it a bit; not to fruity or musty and not overdone. He indulged in the smell while she situated herself. His eyes matched the woman’s face to her smell; locking it in. He had found that most people had their certain smell that they favored. Smell was more of a major sense than most people thought. It was capable of bringing many powerful memories. Hopefully hers would be a positive association. His eyes casted back downward toward his comfortable legs as she joked about his posture. He felt her knee caress his appendage. His eyes wavered toward her knee, comparing the image of the touch to the gentle feeling of it. Jesus huh? He’s been called many things, but this was flattering. “A man can imagine can’t he?” The words just barely rolled off his lips as he stretched a little more. He drug his feet up to create a 90 degree angle with his knees. His arm was still rested across the back of the bench; he didn’t care to move it from its comfortable position.
His eyes chased her gaze toward the store. His ears heard the ringing bet concerning the store clerk. So she had gotten the same vibe. He had a yearning to want to play a little game with the clerk. However the game would require that Shelley and Laine to be a little close and personal. Laine cocked the eyebrow nearest to her, flashed the side of his face to her and a wicked smirk relocated to his lips. “I saw her too. I’d lose if I bet this one against you. Want to make it more interesting though?” If she agreed Laine was simply going to get her to play along. They would either shock the associate into silence, or provoke her into action. Laine kept his smirk and his eyes challenged hers to play his game now.

[Shelley Isabel Lipps]

A smirk enlightened my face as I watched this strange, strange guy. The grin that now broke across my lips reached my eyes as well, causing my green eyes to sparkle. Never before, had my breath been taken away as much as it had with this guy. In a way, it shocked me.... I mean, it really shocked me. It was funny, it really was, the way I would batter and bash at him and he would fire back with his own witty words. I shrugged my small shoulders, turning my back to him and saying mistily, in a far off fashion. "Well..... sometimes I like to pretend that the whole world is my stage, and I am the performer." My words drifted off slightly, my eyes were cold and blank, my mouth fell into a serious, but loose line.

I was joking with this guy, really, the world was not my stage, and I was not the performer. I turned around, the same serious, blank expression lit up my face. I immediately changed tune, my mouth broke into a dirty smirk and my eyes were light upon his face. "Actually, i'm the queen and I do whatever the hell I wanna do. So, i'm going to strut around wherever I want to." I shrugged my shoulders again, they rose and fell faster than before. After words, I started laughing softly, my knees hitting up against his leg again. My eyes never left his face, they were intent upon his, they took in every expression he made.

Every time his eyes would flash to something around the room, my eyes would follow. He was such an interesting man, and it amazed me. I would never reveal that to him though, not the fact that he amazed me. I simply turned my head for a bit, my eyes tracking a couple of people as they slowly walked by us. I sighed again, looking around the empty hallways. I shrugged once again, a laugh playing softly on my lips. "Well, a man can think whatever he wants to think. Just because you think you're Jesus doesn't mean i'm going to think you're Jesus." I paused before smirking, "But I never said you weren't Jesus."

One eyebrow shot up playfully as I lifted my chin in a proud manner, eyes daring him to come closer. I was a dangerous woman, I was a fully loaded pistol, just waiting for the trigger to be pulled.

Kapow.

Or in my books, I thought of myself as a dangerous woman.

I narrowed my eyes as I watched him, he flashed me the side of his face with a wicked smirk and a cocked eyebrow. I read his face, eyebrows raising a bit. He was getting ready to ask for something, he was getting ready to play a game.

I was always ready to play.

"I'm always up for a game.... What did you have in mind?" I asked, questioning him slightly before scooting even closer to him, our bodies now touching. I took in a deep breath, my nostrils flaring as they took in his masculine scent. I closed my green eyes for just a moment. My hand gingerly touched his arm that was propped up on the back of the chair.

Let the games begin.

[Shelley Isabel Lipps]

My eyebrows raised as Laine's did, my eyes danced across his face, questioning everything he did. But my mouth, my mouth was twisted into a crooked grin, always daring him. There was always something about my expression that would make you either wanna question your being around me or make you question what I was thinking. There was always something on my mind, whether it be good or bad. Who knew, no one, I wouldn't allow the slightest clue to fall across my face. But right now, I was really questioning what was running through Laine's mind. If I could just peep in there and take a look, I would be fine. Oh, I would break him until he told me everything he thought about me.

But the time would come for the breaking.

Right now, I was going to make a cutesy little conversation with him. Whether he liked it or not, from the looks of it, he was liking this conversating with me. And I was liking talk to him. My eyes were glued on his face, a smirk had glued itself to my lips, but my eyes were serious as they watched his face. Whenever his leg stopped shaking, I gently pulled my knee from against his. He seemed like the type of guy that would want you to get as close as possible, but I was going to make all kinds of different thoughts run through his brain. My eyes were soft on his, eyebrows relaxing as a sweet smile fell upon my lips.

Oh yeah, play the angel.

Or I could be the devil.

Whichever he preferred.

I shrugged slightly, shaking my head from side to the side, just a bit. "Well Laine, I don't tell this to just anyone. But any time you want to watch me walk, just call." I stated softly, the words rolling off my tongue in a hushed whisper. So, whenever I said that, I pulled my mouth closer to his ear. But after I finished talking, I fell back into my regular position. Legs crossed and a couple of inches between us, how I would keep it for just a moment. My eyes glanced from his mouth up to his eyes, they were narrowed and a smirk to match took his expression.

I mirrored him, except one eyebrow rose just a tad bit higher than the others and I had a small smile. But all the while, just as bad as his. When Laine chuckled, I softly, yet casualy tore my eyes away from his face, glancing around the area, taking in our surroundings. Whenever he commented on my Jesus joke, I stiffened my back slightly, leveling my eyes more with his. I reapproached Laine, scooting my body closer to his, cocking an eyebrow. My mouth curled up into a lopsided, seductive smile, my eyes flashed from his mouth to his eyes and then over to Victoria's Secret. The store clerk wasn't there, thank god.

I looked back up into his eyes, only to find his boring into mine. A small blush fell upon my cheeks, causing me to glance at the ground. "Feel free to show me any time," I brought my face closer to his, after I found my face was no longer hot and red. I gave him a sheepish, innocent smile, that still hid a secret. My eyes still taunted him, but were duller, more sweeter now. As he grasped for my hand, I allowed him to take it, but stiffened slightly at his touch. Whenever he said go with it, I smiled and nodded towards him. I was going to allow him to do whatever he wished with me, I would follow his lead.

If he pushed me up against the wall, I would allow a serious face to take my expression, glee to lighten up my eyes and dirty thoughts would run through my head. Of course, I would never reveal those dirty thoughts. They were for me and only me, no man would ever hear me grace him with such words of vulgarity. It was quite amusing, I dipped my chin up towards Victorias Secret as I saw the top of the dark haired Store Clerks head.

[Laine Valon Majei]

Time:
6 - ish
The corner of Laine’s lip coiled with her comment. Oh, he was sure he would call. He would make sure to jot down her number later, but for now they had no time. Her close approximate to him made his lower lip roll inward and top teeth lightly clench it. This girl was challenging him on nearly every level, he kept the remarks coming and she kept firing back. It appeared that Laine could currently push no boundaries. He liked that. Finally, he had brought an innocent blush to her face. Laine liked witnessing the inflamed cheeks and her eyes weakened and fell to the ground. A smile celebrated across his lips. She recanted however, and her face and eyes retaliated. She came closer to me and spoke again, letting him know she was still the snappy little Barbie. Laine knew that this girl would be a spark. She would be something that could keep up and even attempt to put him in his place. Attempt.

He felt her stiffen as finally grasped her hand. Her nod gave him permission, and he was going to take full possession of it. He pulled her from her sitting position on the bench, over to the solid wall. There he twirled her around. From another’s perspective he appeared to push her roughly into the wall. Yet, his nearness hid his large hand on the small of her back, protecting her from the full blow of the wall. His body inched toward her, very close. His other hand left hers and slid up to her forearm, wrapping his fingers around it securely. His body hovered over hers, eyes staring dauntingly into hers. His lips were still straight and serious.

He portrayed a jerk who had waited and watched until this woman came out of the store, and then struck with insensible instincts and brought this woman to the wall against her will. His hand retreated from her back and very gently stroked down her abdomen, then ran a course back up to her shoulder. His touch was light, but all fingers participated in the sensation of feeling her. Laine concentrated on his peripheral sights, finally seeing the dark haired clerk round the exit of Victoria’s Secret. Laine break his role to look at the associate’s face. His eyes stayed committed to Shelley’s features, only inches separating their faces from their already touching body forms.

Finally Laine adjusted his head to the side of Shelley’s, his lips nearing her ear. He made sure to do this on the opposite side of the sales Clerk. He had to keep up the role. He spoke very softly but clearly, “She going for it?” He trusted her to have a clear sense of what he was doing. Playing the ‘gone too far’ creeper with the sweet innocent girl. His hand tensed and ceased her hips as he spoke, never breaking the role. He knew this game couldn’t go on long more than likely. They would have to break and scatter before security got involved, but it would be fun while it lasted. Also, Laine couldn’t deny he liked the warm and taunting feeling of being able to touch and grip her. Being so close her aroma became inescapable. He worked to keep his breath and heartbeat the same. He wouldn’t want to give her too much Intel on how much exactly this game entertained him personally.

[Shelley Isabel Lipps]

My green eyes danced across his face, taking in everything that was on him. The way he bit his lip as he looked at me, that made me swoon but I allowed nothing to show upon my face. As far as he knew, right now, I could be thinking of a puppy dog. Oh, if I was thinking of a puppy dog, that was one sexy puppy dog. My body moved closer to his, taking in the heat that radiated off his body and on to mine. His scent was strong in my nostrils, it was such a lovely smell. As soon as I nodded to him, he took full advantage of that. The first thing I knew, he had grabbed me and I allowed my arms to become spaghetti arms.

I uncrossed my legs quickly, allowing him to pull me up out of the seat. I dropped my bags to the ground and followed him hurriedly across the wall. My heart was beating in my chest, thoughts were swimming through my mind. I was going crazy. He slightly turned me around and I became sort of dizzy, a blank, serious expression had made it's away upon my face and I was allowing him to do whatever with me. I don't believe that I had ever been so vulnerable in my life. His large hand found the small of my back, covering it, before pushing me roughly against the wall. My body shook beneath his touch, mouth gapping open just slightly as a feared expression took place of that serious one.

No one could see it, but there was a dirty glimmer in my green eyes, every now and then I would raise an eyebrow, telling him to bring it on. But what others could see, he was just a bad boy taking advantage of a scared, sweet girl who needed saving. I looked up to find his eyes looking into mine, his hand wrapped tightly against my arm. I stiffened a bit, pushing myself far up against the wall. Honestly, I wanted him to do more to me and you could see it in my eyes. So, I looked around, watching as the black haired clerk was making her way into the hall. I resisted the smile that was trying to sneak up, flawlessly. He removed his hand easily from my back and stroked my abdominen carefully.

Then his hand ran reluctantly up to my shoulder. My green eyes glanced around nervously as he asked me if she was going for it. I looked around and found her standing in the hallway, her mouth was hanging wide open, and she had dropped her stuff to the floor. Now, she had a walky talky in her hand and was saying something into it. Damn, I wonder who she was talking to. I turned my head, looking at him again and saying softly and carefully, "Hell yeah she is." I lifted my chin her way before seeing a couple of men dart out into the hallway. His hands fell on my hips and I had to slightly shove him away as I whispered, "Run, and call me when you get away from her." I quickly gave him my number before shoving against him, acting as if I was trying to break loose.

I sent another smirk his way, had truly enjoyed being pushed up against the wall. We would meet later, right now, I had to get my bags and scatter.