Call me Ale.
Substitute Teacher. | Pays the rent.
I don't bite. Hard.
About Ale
MFRP.
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Mm…hello there.
Hello~ Name’s Tristan.
Mm…Alessandra.
You can call me Ale, though.
(via tristanrosier-deactivated201205)
Bunch of new faces rolling into town, hm?
Hi! I’m Cass. It’s nice to meet you!
Mm…hi. Nice, to uh, meet you too.
You’re a waitress here? -looks around- Right.
So uh, can you get me a drink?
Double jack and coke, with a lime please.
(via cassriordan-deactivated20120413)
Bunch of new faces rolling into town, hm?
Hope that isn’t a problem. I’m Vivienne by the way
Mm…hi. Nice, uh, to meet you. I’m Ale.
When Amelie felt her touch, it was all she could do to not moan as obnoxiously as it got. She felt raunchy and dirty and she loved it. Maybe because she was a virgin, but hey, it’s not like she was breaking any crazy religious laws. Hell, she isn’t even religious. And it’s natural, right? To be totally turned on by your best friend as she’s.. well, how do you put it? seducing you. That’s how Amelie would say it and that’s what happening at the moment and all Amelie wanted to do was turn around and kiss Ale to show how good it felt. So she did. Bringing her body around, she placed her hands on the sides of the other girl’s face and kissed her as hard as she could. She’d heard enough from Ale to know what she liked; who knew it’d come in handy like this? When she pulled away from the kiss, she grinned at Ale with her eyes half closed and nodded at her question.
Ale knew she had gone too far when Amelie moved out of her hands and turned. She braced herself for the tirade of words she was sure would spill out of the other girl’s mouth any second. However, she wasn’t prepared for the hard kiss that landed on her lips. Ale blinked a few times before melting into it, returning the kiss just as hard and feverishly as Ame was, and licked her lips when she pulled away. Well. That was new. Amelie had her eyes partially closed and damn if she didn’t look sexy. Alessandra moved to run her hand through Ame’s hair as she licked her lips again. “Well…” she said, and grinned, pulling the other girl towards her again and kissing her roughly. She moved and put Amelie on her back and wormed her way between the other girl’s legs. Slowly, she began to rock herself against Ame’s core. Fuck it felt good. Pulling back, she let her kisses travel down to her neck where she licked and sucked at Amelie’s skin, leaving light hickeys that would fade in a few hours. “…well damn Ame….”
(Source: whambam-ale, via amelie-danvers-deactivated20120)
Ale bit her lip, loving the way Amelie was coming undone. Under her. Her words. Her everything. It had been almost.two years since Ale had admitted to herself that Amelie was…more than a friend. Or that she wanted her to be. Ame was beautiful. Anyone could see that…and Ale wanted her. Smiling softly, her hands slid under the edge of her bra until her fingertips grazed the warm orb of flesh the bra hid. Licking her lips Ale spoke again. Her voice was huskier now. More…rough. she was already getting turned on. “….what about now?” She asked her.
Her whole body is shaking. It’s not terribly noticeable, but it’s obvious to anyone that she was being driven crazy. Amelie didn’t know what to do or to feel. She knew, or had known for quite some time, that Ale felt this way about her. She just didn’t think she would ever act upon it. Or even, that Amelie herself would like it. Yet her she was, leaning closer into Ale’s hands and finding it a bit difficult to breathe. “That’s.. oh, fuck.”
Ale had honestly thought that she had gone too far. That it was too soon, and that she was going to get pushed away and bitched at. Knowing Amelie, a few fire balls might have even been thrown. However…she didn’t exactly expect…this. Amelie was melting into her arms, into her touches. Biting her lower lip, Ale decided ‘fuck it’ and just slid her entire left hand under Amelie’s bra and wrapped it around her left breast. It was warm in her hands and felt so good. She played with it gently as her lips moved back to her ear. “…a-and this?” she said, her voice still husky. It was getting hard to just sit still. Ale knew that it wouldn’t be long until she went for more. She didn’t want to push Amelie….but…
(Source: whambam-ale, via amelie-danvers-deactivated20120)
The next morning light filtered into Alessandra’s bedroom and her eyes fluttered open softly. Groaning softly and stretching, she arched her back off the bed before coming back down. Licking her lips, she looked to see if she had any water on her nightstand. No such lucky. Pushing the hair out of her eyes, she swung her legs off the edge of the bed and after a moment stood up. There was a definite soreness but in a good way. Grabbing a long nightshirt from off the back of her desk chair, she slipped it on and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. He was gone, she didn’t have to look around to know that. Damon Salvatore hadn’t seemed like the stick around type. The sex was good though…she’d have to keep that in mind for the next time she got an itch to scratch. Taking a few steps back, she looked over at the alcohol cabinet. Her father’s bourbon bottle was gone. Not misplaced…gone. “..mother fucker.” she said under her breath.
After hurrying to get dressed, Ale got into her Audi rather than her beat up truck. It was faster and hey, she did drive it. Sometimes. Speeding far faster than she should off, she came to a screeching halt in front of Mystic Grille…where the fancy Chevelle she knew to be Damon’s was parked. Parking, she got out and slammed the door, strutting her way into the place. Everyone was staring. She didn’t care. Coming up on his left side, she leaned against the bar and looked at him. “Nice try, but give it back.”
(Source: whambam-ale)
Ale smiled and rested her head against the side of Amelie’s. She smelled really good today. She continued to move her fingers up and down Ame’s sides, massaging slowly. Her hands traveled around her sides to her stomach, and then every now and again…even tempted to move higher towards…other things. After a few moments of silence, Ale spoke again, her voice still right in Amelie’s ear. “I don’t think it was that important.” she whispered, her lips lightly brushing against the shell of Amelie’s ear. “….how does that feel?” she asked, her fingertips now lightly brushing up and down Ame’s sides, moving to her stomach and even daring to graze right under the edge of Amelie’s lacy bra.
Amelie liked it when she was in denial. And she still was, really. To herself or anyone, she would not admit that she liked Ale.. like this. But the absolute truth was clear to anyone; Amelie really liked how it felt. She really liked how Ale’s hands felt against her body. She really liked everything about it, except for the part where she couldn’t admit it to anyone. “Maybe it wasn’t,” Amelie quietly responded, enjoying the feel of Ale’s lips against her ear. “It feels..” Amelie had to pause to let out a tiny gasp as she felt Ale’s fingers nearing her bra, “…really good.”
Ale bit her lip, loving the way Amelie was coming undone. Under her. Her words. Her everything. It had been almost.two years since Ale had admitted to herself that Amelie was…more than a friend. Or that she wanted her to be. Ame was beautiful. Anyone could see that…and Ale wanted her. Smiling softly, her hands slid under the edge of her bra until her fingertips grazed the warm orb of flesh the bra hid. Licking her lips Ale spoke again. Her voice was huskier now. More…rough. she was already getting turned on. “….what about now?” She asked her.
(Source: whambam-ale, via amelie-danvers-deactivated20120)
