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Post by Tsubaki Momo on Oct 6, 2017 3:46:13 GMT
Tsubaki's glossy lips parted, a quiet breath taking leave of her as she shot him a sharp glance over her shoulder. Her golden gaze gleamed, the woman's thoughts lain bare as her expression revealed her intrigue as he uttered those clever little words of his. She paused her movements for only a moment before continuing, having veered a portion of her focus toward the remainder of this particular exercise.
"You'll see, soon enough," she declared.
'Kimura.'
The woman thought of his name and would decide to remember it. The male's title would be neatly cataloged within the confines of her memory until she had need for it after this interaction - that would likely last the remainder of the night - was over. There was something oddly attractive about those eyes that resembled her own. Their features were actually quite similar, surprisingly so. They shared the same dark mane, sharp features - no, hers were much more softer in comparison to his. Manhood had brought about that roguish look that currently defined Kimura's present look.
"I believe it would be best if we focus on completing this routine of ours," she said.
Waggling their tongues would only distract them. Their words would surely inspire imagery and leave them impatient to take leave of this place as a result. Tsubaki was determined to invest her time properly, forcibly clearing her thoughts in favor of lifting her respective weights. She ignored Kimura's closeness and those carefully administered touches meant to guide her along. Still, despite her best efforts, a playful look would form, her head once again turning to shamelessly take in the sight of him.
"Afterwards, we can freely discuss your future lessons. I believe I'll make a fine teacher."
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 7, 2017 1:54:59 GMT
With the way she responded, one would think that he was being let down gently. For right now, no comment needed to be made, it can only serve to annoy the other person to continue to push your ideas onto them. No interaction should be so one-dimensional that they could only speak of their own intentions. That's the distinction Kimura made most about people: those who talk about doing it, and those actually doing it. Who cared whether you said you could do it or not, the more its said, the more irritating it becomes. Especially if you were unable to prove what you set out to, one great way to set yourself up for failure.
This wasn't exactly a response to his forward remarks, a simple segue to continue their time together, figure how well she could fare spending the night with him. Hadn't been the first time he'd seen such a strategy employed, so he simply relaxed. Just focus on what she wanted to do first, the weight training, anything else was secondary. It was easy for her, his involvement lessening from her routine as he began to just have his arms shadow her movements. Just barely grazing under her knuckles with his fingertips, the smoothness of her skin contrasting his own. Once again, another advantage of being born to the higher class in society.
Taking the moment to look away from her, the young man already withdrew his face from being so intimately close to her ear. Check her form, ease off from helping her slowly to ensure most of the workout put stress on her muscles. Soon, his hands had found a new home on her hips, just watching her and keeping count of her reps in his head. There wasn't much else to do until she confirmed to him that there were things she wanted to teach him. There was that smug feeling forming in the back of his mind, but for now it was much better to suppress it. There were few times where acting like a cocky jackass had managed to benefit him.
"Good idea," Not much needed to be said when you're agreeing, especially if it satisfied what you were looking for. He'd be a bit unsure of how much longer her work out would be, but there was enough promise to not consider it a waste of time. She didn't seem like the type of woman to rotate around every machine to see what she could do. Knew what she wanted, just like when he asked her if she wanted him for tonight. Maybe he could make himself useful elsewhere rather than just feeling her up as she worked out. Once again, his lack of knowledge for her routine had made it hard for him to act in this position.
There was no such thing as a dumb question, right? "Is there anything else I can get for you, miss?" The tone of his voice anticipated itself, nearly practiced to make sure it didn't sound like he was rushing her. Such a thing could only make it seem like he was imposing on her kindness, quickening the pace of her decision. One she could always refuse at any given moment, being more than headstrong enough to lead the initiating interaction. Just genuinely curious of what other way he could be of use to her, seeing as there was not much left. Much more effort would be spent on his services once they managed to get out of here. |
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Post by Tsubaki Momo on Oct 22, 2017 5:45:59 GMT
"I think there is, Kimura," she said.
She resisted that natural urge to lick her lips, the product carefully applied to the plump flesh preventing her from doing so.
"I think there is."
The woman would nod her head, a notably distant look forming upon her facial features as she allowed herself to sink into the depths of her imagination for a brief moment. It felt as though warmth was filled her as she lingered on a certain idea, spreading underneath her skin and reminding her - constantly - of a more primal need. How long had it been since she had truly enjoyed the company of another? It was only after a moment of concentration that she had realized it had been, at the very least, a month. It appeared as though her recently acquired job had prevented her from relaxing as often as she once did.
It was a taxing career choice, but one she did not truly mind.
"How about we..."
The remainder of their time spent within the confines of that gym felt short. The middle-aged woman suppressed her urges, reliant upon her discipline as she continued onward to complete the hastily put-together routine. By the time their muscles had been strained and rendered sore, she had declared that they should take leave of the establishment together. Her amber eyes would sparkle as she said this, her tone and lax posture alerting her male companion of her good mood.
"I've a car," she informed, helpfully. "But I can give you my address if you happen to have one as well."
The woman had just retrieved her personal items from the locker room, taking the occasional sip from her water bottle as she paused before the gym's entrance. A glance outside of the clear doors revealed it was late in the evening - the staff member behind the counter appearing ready to shut the doors for tonight.
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 22, 2017 14:06:19 GMT
She started speaking, noticing even before the first syllable was spoken, yet it trailed off. No definite answer, only implications, which in this type of situation could only mean so many things. If his assumption was correct, what he asked to get was already there, standing right in front of her. There was something so empowering about the thought of someone simply wanting you, whether it was for wholesome companionship or activities that were a little bit more intimate. Right now, they'd just been standing there, trying to get passed the whole work out thing. There was something more intense and physical exerting that they wanted to get to anyway.
After a short while, they'd finally been done, getting to the point of leaving the gym now. Retreating into the locker room, their was this obvious sort of cockiness about Kimura's stance and his walk. Pretty rare occasion for him, to feel so arrogant about his situation, as if he was destined for this opportunity. It'd probably take a day or two to humble his mind, trying to keep it clear to make sure there were no misinterpretations. He wasn't done, didn't have her number, didn't know how she wanted to do this until she would tell him. What if, while they were away, she'd received a phone call that took her time away from him?
That wasn't going to happen again, wasn't salty about it happening anyway, life was meant to be inconvenient. Makes moments like these a little more special and lucky, all boons were appreciated. Kimura probably didn't need more favor from the gods, having all ready allowed to be tall, dark, and handsome. It took him a bit of time to change, unsure of whether or not to shower here or wherever he'd ended up. Maybe if they were going to her home, they could shower together-- hard to say how ecologically concerned she was. There was always that possibility, she had that prestige and maturity to seem informed about the world they lived in.
Having stayed with her for her work out, his body was dry from all the sweat it poured earlier. The young man removed his shirt, peeling it from a few spots on his skin that it still stuck to. Even if his skin was dry, cloth tended to retain liquids for a much longer period of time. Quickly, he'd take out a deodorant spray and quickly give himself the once over, mostly around the pits and the torso. Wouldn't make him smell that much better, but it wasn't the worst anyone could do. Once that was done, he'd get on with changing fully, removing his shorts as well.
It was a pretty noticeable change, from the black skinny jeans to the tight base color v-neck shirt that matched his lightweight zip-up hoodie. His collarbone was on display, along with the definition of his sternum, showing off just how much benefit Kimura got from working out. Finding her at the entrance of the business, wishing one of the receptionists well before meeting with her, there was a question. Was he going in her car or would he take his own? Sadly, it was a bit early for him to have one, still saving up day-in and day-out. He was getting close, didn't feel too ashamed to admit he didn't have one. Only guys at 17 with a car had rich parents or it was some broken down piece of shit.
"I'll be going with you. Besides, there's still a lot I want to talk about. I don't feel like I got the chance to ask about you during the work out," There was a small, soft smile on his face as he asked this. Let's consider this a trick he learned; some people on expected a one night stand, but there was more to this than just sex. From the way she presented herself, it was obvious that she managed well in life, whether through family connections or her own ambitions. The coal-haired male wasn't about to let that slip away, already knowing he'd created an interest in her. Didn't want that to be short-lived, one of the best ways of doing so was figuring out how to spend quality time with her. All that took was a few simple questions, a little bit of talking, and a suggestion that they might like to be seen together elsewhere. |
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Post by Tsubaki Momo on Oct 22, 2017 22:42:50 GMT
She wasn't terribly surprised to hear that he lacked a vehicle - he was young, after all. The woman was simply offering him the opportunity to take a separate path. Entering a stranger's vehicle could be considered risky, after all. But Kimura appeared to possess some semblance of trust in her, and had likely lowered his guard due to the fact that she was a woman whom had responded positively to his subtle displays of affection.
"Alright," she responded. "Come along, then."
It was rare to encounter a male so young whom remained interested in the act of conversation. Even older gentleman had the tendency to veer their attention toward more intimate matters. But this youth was likely filled to the brim with surprises; his intellect confirming that there was something more beneath that handsome face of his. She would go about leading him to the nearby parking lot, a little breath serving as her only reaction to the chilled air. It was growing colder with each day, the apparent lack of warmth causing her exposed columns of flesh to prickle unpleasantly.
"This one is mine."
Her car boasted a crimson color and was notably new and pricey in appearance. It had served as her most recent purchase; the money that had been nudged in her direction due to Hypnos's deep pockets allowing for her to live a more luxurious lifestyle. She hurriedly retrieved her keys, biting her lip in an absent fashion as she sought out the precious item. Once they were produced, the driver's and passenger's doors were unlocked.
"I'll be turning the heat to a moderate temperature," she informed.
The interior of the vehicle smelled strongly of cinnamon, and was unsurprisingly clean, with only a half-emptied pack of gum within the middle section's cup holder and a few files neatly stacked in the back seat. The engine purred to life, the interior lighting up only dimly due to the electronic interface. Her bag was deposited into the backseat as soon as heat started to flood the cold innards of the car, a look of relief having formed upon her face in response.
"You wanted to talk?"
She gripped the gear shift firmly, setting it to reverse and peering at the rear camera to accurately maneuver herself out of the area.
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 23, 2017 12:23:23 GMT
As much risk as there is to enter a strangers vehicle, this wasn't the first time Kimura had ever done such a thing. He even considered the idea of flirting to be the same level of danger, you never knew what kind of experience you could have. Of course, he only expected the best of her driving and maneuvering, especially with the car he'd see in the parking lot. There was no subtlety in the early air of wealth she had, this was an immediate statement as to the value of her bank account. Cars like this took years of saving up to get, usually a gift to yourself after a long, arduous journey of career and finances. She probably got it about a week ago, being able to put down a payment with no problems.
It was definitely starting to get colder, a time of the year the young man enjoyed quite a bit. This was his aesthetic, cold weather, hot drinks, sweaters or hoodies-- from fall to spring. It brought him down to two things: his face and his attitude; removing his body from the image directly caused people to focus on his personality instead. Talk is only good when it isn't shallow, there was very little substance in telling a woman she had a pretty face rather than an elegant mind. Which is what he was about to find out once they'd managed to get into the car comfortably. A nice crimson number, branded with an L to denote its luxurious quality under the Lexus brand.
The coal-haired male may have not known much about cars, but he could tell this was top of the line the second he got in. Leather interior, smooth and comfortable, easily letting his weary body rest on it and feel some slight rejuvenation. The display had not just been numbers and lights, but there was also a function built in GPS, with multiple other features, such as calling and bluetooth. This was also his aesthetic, the inspiration that if you work hard, this could be you one day. He was on that path; whether he was on the right or wrong side didn't matter, as long as he went forward. His pockets may not have been that deep yet, but they were still growing, far beyond the resources most youths had.
There was only a nod to when she said the heat would be turned on, no problem from him. Her appearance really hadn't changed much from the gym, probably why she needed the heat. Once the car started, there was this simple satisfaction in hearing how each mechanism worked. There was a full array of sounds to remind you that once again, this was brand new and a strikingly strong performance. Maybe another reason why she chose him as well, having the same qualities she enjoyed from the car she purchased. Only difference was he costed nothing and, initially, he wanted her.
Whether that changed or not was dependent on how she felt, whether she fully let loose or remained conservative with her wants and needs. There wasn't anything leading him one way or another, which is why he wanted to speak. Outside of his budding curiosity, there was still this tension that at a moments notice, she could just kick him out. "Of course, I just wanted to wait until you were comfortable," You generally don't speak to a person operating a car until they're fully situated, don't want to remove their attention. She'd been backing out now, placing focus on the monitor to see what the rear-camera displayed. Within a matter of moments, they'd probably be set to start leaving the parking lot and make their way to her home.
There was so much to talk about, whether he realized it or not, thinking of a continuous string to make sure conversation didn't stop from here to her house. Hopefully, there wouldn't be anything too shocking to continue with, there could only be so much to change their resolve now. "So, Miss Tsubaki, I couldn't help but notice just how nice your car is. Seems like you only want the best in life, which makes sense. You deserve it, walking around the way you do, looking better than some of the current pop idols," While he may have been gassing her up, there was no false information being given to her. Even for a guy who had hung out with models and rising stars, there was something about her that was more beautiful, her fully developed body and mentality attesting to that.
Along with these nice words came a quick question, finally asking about the means in which she received this machine. Nice words didn't make a conversation, wishing to know more about your partner did, simple rules. "How did you manage to get this, by the way? Was it some gift from the many admirers or is it a company car from your workplace? May I ask what is it you do?" It seemed like more was being asked for, but it was just too easy questions. How'd you get the car and what do you do. Pretty similar to what she asked him earlier, what school he went to and what he planned on doing with his life. |
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Post by Tsubaki Momo on Oct 23, 2017 13:43:05 GMT
Her grip upon the steering wheel tightened for a brief moment before she shifted the gear into drive and exited the parking lot. The vehicles which currently populated the roads were thankfully few in number and decently spaced, allowing her the opportunity to maneuver with ease. She obeyed the speed limit and remained patient - proving herself to be a careful and attentive driver.
'I sold my soul,' she thought. 'That does sound a bit... melodramatic, though.'
It took her a moment to determine how she should reply to such a seemingly innocent question. Obviously she wouldn't offer up an honest response - but this boy was likely far too clever to be convinced by some hastily constructed lie. She would shoot him a curious glance, taking in the sight of his relaxed posture. Their eyes would meet before she shifted her attention toward the road, her tone difficult to decipher as she replied.
"By working hard," she replied, simply.
Tsubaki purposefully dodged a portion of his question, her mind still in the midst of working out a satisfying response.
"Mister Kimura, it took a fair amount of time, patience and risk for me to acquire my present position in life. I had to educate myself - endure motherhood..."
Had he peered at the exposed flesh of her belly for an extended period of time, perhaps he would have noticed the severely faded stretch marks that had marred her flesh.
"Everything I presently own I have earned."
'And all of my choices have led to a chip being lodged into my skull.'
"My choice of career is... complicated," she said, shaking her head. "Perhaps we'll talk about it at a later time. But I'd prefer not to discuss the nature of my work at the moment."
She peered at the stoplight and then the crosswalk before her, several pedestrians passing by before the light transitioned from a bright red to a shimmering green.
"Are you hungry?" She questioned. "I'd like to eat and clean myself up a little before we truly relax for tonight."
Tsubaki had no intention of slipping into her bed reeking of sweat whilst enduring the pains of an empty stomach. She was craving a dish of some kind, her mind considering either beef or some form of cooked vegetable.
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 24, 2017 14:19:26 GMT
She looked at him as he spoke, saw him reclining and lounging in her car. May have not been the best way to view him, but there was no reason to forsake the comfort her car gave. After he was done, she waited for a bit, adjusting to the road and accelerating out off the parking lot onto the main streets. She was taking her time, the first statement making it sound as though he insulted her with the gift insinuation. Thankfully, as the story lead on, she simply went ahead to speak of the hardship she endure through life. It wasn't hard to guess that she could be someones mother, but he didn't make a comment on that, there was no reason to. She'd taken care of herself well enough to the point that one would not notice those pesky stretch marks.
Nodding along to her story as he heard it, there was a few things Kimura could say he paralleled. Patience and risk, two things you needed to be able to calculate if you ever wanted to get far in some endeavors. Needed to know how patient and how long, needed to know what the risks were and how they affected not only yourself but others as well. Ahh, life is filled with such hardships, all of which could come under the same circumstances yet we choose to define them with different words. Such is the human condition, a situation is not only an occurrence but a string of afflicted emotions, each of which need to be highlighted.
If you were unable to do so, maybe that had been why the suicide rates were so high. If you don't speak your mind and make yourself heard, of what value is your opinion? While not paying attention and absorbing the information she gave him, a question had replaced his own. Is he hungry and where should they go to eat? Looked as if he was getting more than what he bargained for, an expensive woman like her must have expensive taste. Not like he can say no to dinner, understandably hungry after having worked out yet doing his best to ignore it.
Rolling his neck from side to side a little, there were these little cracks that popped from the simple motion. It was the best answer to go with what she wanted, unless she decided to see what he wanted. This wasn't going to be easy, it seemed like neither of them had an idea what they hungered for. Kimura can definitely say he was thirsty, in more ways than one. Sitting down for dinner would definitely delay that thirst, but he hadn't wanted to suggested ordering out. Or, maybe, he should just not give a shit, no matter how rude it might be. They were tired enough to bring food home, what was wrong with that?
"I'm down for whatever you want. I'm not much of a picky eater," He flashed her a quick, coy smile, as if to change the connotation of those words. She was a smart woman, she could figure it out. "You don't mind if we go back to your place with the food though, right?" Finally, that odd question he'd wanted to ask, with no hesitations. You couldn't get what you wanted unless you displayed some kind of ambition and a way to reach it. The young man wanted to reach her house as soon as he could, trying not to make his excitement for such too visible. Instead, he was just saving up his energy, not exactly tired but not yet entirely lively. |
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