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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/oceanbreezebg.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 677 // [outfit // clicky // tagged // haldir boy with a coin, T H E N M A K I N G A W I S H , A N D T O S S E D I N T H E S E A Dakota stared blankly at her reflection in the mirrors on her closet doors. She tilted her head slowly to the side, allowing a questionable concern form across her facial features. The seventeen year old had spent twenty minutes going through a bag of hammy down clothes from her aunt Izzy. How she maintained to hang on to so many clothes for so long was beyond Kota but she couldn't complain. Now that she was finally filling into her body, she could actually fit comfortably in the fashionable clothes that her aunt wore. She played with the scarf attached to the long sleeve shirt she had on, moving the hanging pieces around her neck and back down again. She smoothed her hands down to the leggings she had on and then allowed her eyes to drop down the shoes that were half a size too small but were the only articles of clothing that she actually took a liking to out of the entire bag. Kota just wasn't sure about this look, even as she pulled her hair up to give her some sort of a classy look. Just as she was starting to get use to the outfit, her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on her door. She thought it was her father and quickly rushed to find a robe but to her luck, it was her mother who had walked in. Kota let out a soft sigh and smiled at the woman. ‘That’s a nice outfit. From aunt Izzy? It looks beautiful on you.’ The young girl nodded, trying to hide the blood flowing to her face. “She had a way better taste for clothes than I did.” She momentarily glanced over to her closet of clothes that was filled with everything but anything show showed her shoulder or went to high on her legs. ‘That’s because you let your father pick your clothes.’ She wasn't allowing but more obeying what she was told. Dakota knew better than to upset her father. ‘Speaking of your father…he left his phone here and you know he will be calling for someone to bring it at some point. Take it to him please.’ Mrs. O’Connor didn't even have to ask this of her or even paraphrase her words into a question. Kota always did what she was told and for a moment she hesitated, wanting to change into different clothes but knew her stubborn father couldn't wait forever. So, she willingly took the keys that her mother offered and hurried out of the house, strange clothes and all. It didn't take long before she was in town, driving through the streets that were lighted up for the night life. Kota hadn't realized what time it was until she glanced at the clock on the dashboard. Unfortunately, the club was already open for the night which made it inconvenient for the seventeen year old. It would not be difficult for her to get in but she just didn't want to run into any of the strippers, so once she parked, Dakota snuck in threw the back door and headed straight for her father’s office. Luckily, he wasn't there so she could surpass any rants about her clothes and quickly snuck back out. Just as she walked out of the office she heard that familiar voice. ‘Dakota…what are you wearing?’ Her father has sounded a lot closer than he was and when she saw him across the room she blew him a quick kiss. “Your phone is in your office. Love you daddy!” She called and disappeared before he could come over. The closest exit without going through him was the front entrance and she had better luck dodging strippers than her father. For a moment she glanced over her shoulder, making sure he wasn’t following before abruptly running into someone. “Oh, gosh. I’m so sorry!” Kota caught her balance and drew her eyes upon the man she had run into. She would have slipped away sooner but there was something familiar about this man. “Do I know you?” notes // hope this is okay xD

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[haldir]

[/style][style=width:430px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; border-top: 5px solid #8d2222; border-bottom: 5px solid #8d2222; background-color: fff; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;] Days. Nights. They all blended together for him, now. He barely registered when the sun rose or the set in his little cabin in the woods. He had moved there only a few months ago from New Zealand as a way to grab some piece and tranquility as he finished his book. He hadn't quite known why he chose the outskirts of a little tourist town such as Myrtle Beach, but for some reason he was glad he had chose it. His cabin was a small place, with one the one bedroom and one bathroom. In total there were three rooms, with the third being a combo kitchen/dining and living rooms. He didn't mind the confined space, or the lack of leg room in the place. He mostly stuck to the porch to do his writing, which is where he sat at that very moment. He was looking out into the woods, staring, but not really focused on anything. His mind was racing over different scenarios to put his fairies in, but every one he thought of he thought was worse than the one before it. The author sighed and dropped his pen, letting it bounce or land wherever it please. He couldn't think of anything good, and i began to frustrate him. He had a deadline to keep, and at this rate he wasn't going to be able to keep it. He needed to get drunk. He hadn't had one drink all day and that was the problem. It had to be.

With that thought, Haldir stood, leaving the blank notebook and his pen behind as he made his way to his car. He was going anywhere that would serve him. He didn't care. He needed a drink, and he needed one badly. He wanted to be able to finish his book on time, and it seemed that being drunk was the only way he was going to be able to write anything tonight. He got in the vintage Plymouth and started the car. He didn't care much about seat belts or safety or any of it. Sure, he would never drive drunk, he wasn't that stupid, but any other safety precautions when it came to driving, he didn't care much for. Reds, he stopped, he obeyed the rules of the road. He had to. It was the only way he would ever be able to keep his license, and he needed his license. He wasn't rich like his brother. He was only wealthy enough from his royalties to keep himself living comfortably, while still having enough to get blind drunk every night as he did.

The car ride into the city hadn't been as long as he had estimated. He had made it past the city limits within half an hour, and was downtown fifteen minutes later. As he entered the district, he was on the look out for any place that served any sort of alcohol. The first place he had come upon was a strip club. Haldir smirked and parked his car in front of the joint, a smirk on his face. "Two for one." He thought to himself as he wandered into the place. Booze and boobs. Okay, so he couldn't touch he latter, but that didn't bother him. He wasn't always about touching them. He knew how to just look and not touch. He entered the establishment and started for the bar to grab his first drink of the evening, when someone had bumped into him. The contact took him a little off guard and stumbled backwards. He was able to quickly balance himself. "Hey, watch where you're goin', mate!" He shouted over the music that played, looking down at the person who had bumped into him, but all anger and annoyance was lost when he set eyes on the girl in front of him. She didn't look like she belonged, but he didn't much care.

Haldir smirked. She was pretty. She had an innocent look about her that he seemed to like. Light eyes, dark hair. Not that he really had a type, but if he did, she would be it. He licked his lips and squinted a little. He found something familiar about the girl as well, and began to think hard about where he had seen her before, but with all the drunken nights and blackouts he had had since arriving in Myrtle Beach, he knew it would be difficult to put his finger on anything. Then, it came to him. Those eyes. He remembered them. The icon. The one from the chat the other night. Sure, he had been drunk off his ass that night, but something about the pale blue had stuck in his head. His smirk widened. "I guess you don't recognize me with my shirt on." He said and chuckled. " Name's Haldir."

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[DAKOTA O'CONNOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/oceanbreezebg.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // idk // outfit // clicky // tagged // haldir boy with a coin, T H E N M A K I N G A W I S H , A N D T O S S E D I N T H E S E A Her eyes could have simply been deceiving her. Her impulsive behavior could have easily been playing games because whenever she was thrown in someone's direction, Dakota couldn't help but involve herself. The man's looks alone were enough to keep her interested. He was tall, dark, and handsome. What more could a girl ask? Well, the seventeen year old couldn't really ask for anything because she was not in the least bit experienced with guys. Not to mention that he look a few years older and they were running into each other at a strip club. Not exactly the way someone would want to meet their future spouse or anything. At least, not where Kota would but she was too drawn in with the man. She could at least stare. There was no harm in that right? Her question was a simple way of starting up a conversation and she was grateful that it didn't burn her in the long run. She hadn't been going crazy and had known the guy from somewhere. Well, Dakota hardly knew him since they had chatted over the internet for no more than twenty minutes and hadn't even met in person. At least not until now. "Oh! The writer." She nodded softly as she brushed some of her long locks over her shoulder. She bypassed his original statement and hid any blood rushing to her face by looking around the place. Yes, she was trying to hide the obvious interest in his abs but she was also checking to make sure that her father wasn't around or watching her. "I'm Dakota." She spoke over the noise as she looked back at him. As the soft color of their eyes connected, she bit down on her lip momentarily and tried to think of something to say. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up but the strip club was not her preferred location. And the longer she waited the more likely her father would see her and give her hell for still being there; as well as talking to an older guy. He really did that with every guy. Dakota looked around again but with a more worried look on her face. "We should get out of here." She claimed, knowing what that normally insinuated but not meaning it that way. For a moment, Kota swore her eyes caught glimpse of her father and without thinking, she grabbed the man's hand and led threw the club and out the front doors. The bouncer gave her a concerned look, knowing very well who she was. She gave him a shushed face and watched the bouncer look over the man before looking away. She let out a soft sigh and looked back to her company. She realized she was still holding his and quickly let go of it as she searched for something to say. "You still owe me a copy of your book." She blurted out randomly. Kota would have apologized for leaving so suddenly when then she would have to explain who her father was and she really didn't want to get into her family business at the moment. "Do you normally come here?" She quirked an eyebrow out of curiosity but she couldn't help but stick her nose into other people's business. notes // sorry it kinda sucks

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[/style][style=width:430px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; border-top: 5px solid #8d2222; border-bottom: 5px solid #8d2222; background-color: fff; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]He glanced quickly over at the bar, but didn't make any move or excuse to go towards it. This girl was much more interesting than satisfying his undeniable craving for alcohol. If there was something he loved more than both alcohol and writing, it was girls. Especially those younger than he was, and she definitely looked younger. He couldn't quite figure out how much younger than he she was. Hell, for all he knew she could be older, but he didn't care. He chuckled a little, casting his green eyes down onto the red carpet below their feet when she recognized him. "Yeah, the writer." He confirmed, looking back at her with a small nod. He didn't mind being known as the shirtless guy, or the writer. Either or it didn't matter. What mattered is he was remembered. He would have hated to play twenty questions with her just to get her to say "oh yeah".

By the way she looked around nervously, he figured she was either not supposed to be there, or she was running from someone. He guessed the latter as she grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the spot they stood, and out the door of the club. The older man furrowed his brow, eyeing her carefully as he stumbled behind her, careful not to lose his footing and fall over. He wasn't quite sure where this girl was taking him, or why she had dragged him away in the first place. It was sudden, and a little out of the ordinary. This had never happened to him, and he wasn't quite sure whether he should be going along with it willingly or be a little nervous. When they finally stopped outside the club, he looked at her with bewilderment. "What was that all about?" He asked, looking back at the entrance, waiting to see if someone was going to come out after them, but when no one came he relaxed a bit and focused himself back on Dakota.

He inhaled deeply and stuck his hands into the pockets of his jeans to stop them from shaking. He nodded. He did. He owed her a copy of his book. Both of them, or at least he was going to give her both of them, telling her there's a third on the way and that when it was finished, she would be the first to read it. He wasn't all bad all the time, even if he wanted to be. he knew how to be nice, and with her that's what he intended. Actually, that's what he intended with all girls before he got them back home and into his bed. Or a hotel room, or their place, or wherever. He didn't really care where it was, as long as it was somewhere and the deed was done. He glanced over at his car, and got an idea. He smirked and looked back at Dakota. He shook his head. "Nah. I just needed a drink and this was the first place I came up upon." He explained. He licked his lips slowly, taking in her overall appearance before saying, "It's a little chilly out here. How about we go sit in my car, hm?" He said. He wasn't quite sure where that would lead, but he hoped that it would be somewhere good. As in all the way.

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[DAKOTA O'CONNOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/oceanbreezebg.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 597 // outfit // clicky // tagged // haldir boy with a coin, T H E N M A K I N G A W I S H , A N D T O S S E D I N T H E S E A .There was little relief off Dakota’s shoulders once they were out of the club but that didn’t mean she was out of the clear. Knowing her luck, her father would walk out of those front doors for some random reason like throwing someone out and see her standing there with a guy. A guy who was older than her and someone her father would definitely not take a liking to. “Oh it’s nothing,” she shrugged her shoulders softly, wanting to brush off this subject. “I just know the guy who owns the place,” she added for some insight on his part. The last thing she wanted to do was talk about her father or anything that couple possibly scare him away. Even if he was obviously older, Kota was intrigued with the man and didn’t mind the attention he had been giving her. It was about the only male attention she got other than with DJ and his wasn't the kind she had desired. For the past couple years, the seventeen year old had grown distant from her childhood friend and she didn't particularly like the way she was being treated. It was obvious he didn't want to be around her in public whereas Haldir was more than okay with it, at least for now. “I could see where boobs and alcohol caught your attention,” Kota smirked as she said this, surprised she could even say a word that was remotely related to anything sexual. Sex was the last thing she was inexperience in and she certainly didn't have the credentials to be talking about it. The thought alone made her blood pulse, causing her body temperature to rise but even then, it was still cold outside. Dakota started wandering why she didn't grab a jacket in this weather. She was crazy to think the long sleeves would do her any good when she paired it with some leggings but she was slightly relieved when her company offered to get out of the cold. Her pale blue eyes moved from him, to the parking lot, to the club and back to him again before nodding her head. “Okay. Sounds nicer than out here,” was all she could muster out of her mouth. Kota didn't think much into this as she turned and headed to the parking lot with him. His idea was just a simple gesture. He was probably just as cold as she even though he had more layers. She was merely giving in to someone who she wanted to be friends with. She was always looking for more people to hang with, especially when the opportunity was given to her instead of sought out. But of course, there was no looking past this man’s impeccable looks. He was gorgeous and now as all her thoughts seemed to settle, all she could picture was his abs that he had posted for the world to see, or at least to anyone who was linked to their internet chat room. Dakota’s new thoughts made her blush and caused her to bit down on her lower lip as she followed him to his car and walked around the passenger side. Her nerves were starting to get the best of her and when that happened she started talking too much. “So have you ever written anything else other than books? Like plays or screen writings?” You could say she was a little excited to meet someone who shared similar interests as her. “I like to act,” she said as if giving reasoning to her questions as she looked at him. notes // she really has no idea of his intentions

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[/style][style=width:430px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; border-top: 5px solid #8d2222; border-bottom: 5px solid #8d2222; background-color: fff; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]Honestly, he wasn't as cold as he was suggesting to Dakota. Really, he didn't much care for it. He had dressed for the chilly weather, and he still wasn't quite used to it. He was used to the temperature staying reletivly the same throughout the year, and now that America's winter was coming, he could feel the temperature in the air drop, so no matter how it looked, he was going to dress a little warmer than he would. Then again, it didn't quite help that he lived in the woods with his sister, where there weren't as many buildings or as much smog to keep the average temperature rising over the years. He was actually kind of glad that Lady herself was prepared for America's winter to come. Living in London would have done it for her. Or else he probably would have a frozen waitress on his hands, and he didn't know how he was going to tell his parents about that. Haldir nodded slowly, eyeing Dakota carefully. There was something she wasn't telling him, and he could feel it, but he was going to let it slide. He didn't care whether or not she was keeping secrets from him. She was entitled to her own life. She was capable of telling him whatever she wanted and keep whatever she wanted to herself. If he had his way, which he was hoping he would, it was unlikely that they were going to see each other again.

Haldir let out a short, deep chuckle from his throat. He hadn't really realized it was the boobs that had attracted him to the strip club. He agreed that it was a nice bonus, but he was really only interested in the alcohol. If he wasn't having the worst cravings for alcohol, he probably would have passed by the place and gone to a regular club, where he could have just gotten drunk and gotten the girl, but it looked like that evening he was only going to be getting the girl. Not that he minded. He loved giving girls attention. It seemed to make them feel special, and it gave Haldir an ego boost. I guess it helped that not only was he gorgeous, but his words were always accompanied by a stunning New Zealand accent as well. He found that girls loved accents over here and he liked that that have him a one up on the other guys, but he was finding it more and more difficult to get the girl. He was consuming more and more alcohol before grabbing the girl he wanted, and by that time he had no control and his jerk side would come out, and they would hate him. He needed to cut down on the alcohol. He knew that, but found it difficult. It made him a better writer, but he figured if he only drank when he was writing, that would be a little better. Maybe then he wouldn't have such a big problem with alcohol.

Haldir shook his head, following behind Dakota as they made their way to his car. He chuckled to himself as she went over the the "passenger" side of his car, pulling his keys from his pocket. He always forgot that American's had the driver side on the opposite side of his own car, so it was just instinct to them now to go the left side of the car rather than the right when riding shot gun. He briefly looked at the ground then back up, following the young girl. He unlocked the car, but instead of opening the front door for her, he opened the back. Like they could do it in the front seat. He drove a stick shift. It would get in the way. He took a step back, still holding the door for her as he spoke. "How about we just sit in the back, love. There's more room back there." He said. At least there was more room for her, and their activities. Well hopeful activities. or him, it was just cramped as the front of not more. Some days he hated having such a small car and such a large body. At least being big was good for somethings.

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[DAKOTA O'CONNOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/oceanbreezebg.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 621 // outfit // clicky // tagged // haldir boy with a coin, T H E N M A K I N G A W I S H , A N D T O S S E D I N T H E S E A Dakota was relieved when her company surpassed the reason why she had rushed out of the club. Not only was it for her benefit but for his as well. The seventeen year old would not have put it past her father to overreact if he saw his daughter with a guy; let alone a guy who had a few years on her. She wasn’t entirely sure how much older Haldir was but age didn’t matter. Not to her and especially not to her father. Anyone who so much as looked in her direction was on his death list and he was one of the many reasons why boys or relationships were never on her list. Koda never minded her father’s overbearing. She wasn’t one to rush a love life but as she got older she grew impatient. She didn’t want to be the girl admiring from afar or the girl who would always be considered one of the guys. She knew she could never talk sense into her father and the only way she could get her way was to never tell him. It was hard for the daddy’s girl to lie to the one man in her life but it wasn’t like she was doing anything wrong, at least not tonight. Anything sexual was the last thing on Dakota’s mind, even if her company was a tall, dark, and handsome man. What girlish butterflies she had for the guy was easily pushed aside but her wandering thought and oblivious mind. She knew there was no way a guy like him would be interested in her and right now her mind was focused on making a new friend, even as he suggested sitting in the back seat. Nothing crossed her mind other than the harmless thought of chatting up a storm with this man. She was really more interested in the books he wrote than anything. “So give me some insight into your novels. What should I expect out of them?” Kota bounced her body as she scouted across the seat so he could have some room. She placed her back against the car door so she could face him. She was trying to get comfortable but refrained kicking off her shoes and sitting cross legged in front of him. She may not have cared what others thought of her but she barely knew him and didn’t feel that daring yet. Dakota stared across the car at him, waiting for more insight to him. Out of instinct she glanced around and even outside the car windows as if her father would pop out of nowhere, which would not have been surprising to her, but kept a calm face. Kota chose where and when to express her feelings; now was not the time. If it was one thing she knew how to do best, it was act. She could be on stage performing a peace scene from Romeo and Juliet, or masking her emotions and wouldn’t give anything away. She was good at being a distraction or even making them. Anything to deter the small truths she didn’t want everyone to know about. “If you had wanted to drink, why not have gone to the store?” After a few moments, Dakota brought up a curiosity that had been bugging her since she had run into him. His reasoning’s or his life was nothing of her business but she didn’t find her question Improper. She never knew when or if she was over stepping her boundaries and right now was no different. Kota brushed a hand threw her long locks of hair and lowered her eyes, realizing she was still wearing an outfit she wasn’t quite comfortable in and shifted in her spot. notes // blah, this super sucks. im sorry.

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He ducked into the backseat after her, shutting the door behind them. He moved in close to Dakota, resting his arm on the back of the seat. He wasn't one for conversation, but he was glad to talk to her about his book. He was glad to tell her what they were about, but he would never give any spoilers. He wasn't like that. He wanted people to read his books and find out what happens themselves, without him having to give away all the secrets that the books held deep within the pages. Haldir licked his lips, smirking at Dakota. He shrugged. "It's a cute tale." He said. He looked down and noticed one of said books on the floor. He leaned over and picked up the book off the floor. He didn't know why he had kept one in his car, but he was glad that he had noticed it. He handed it over to her. "Why don't you read it yourself, and find out?" He moved in a little closer, moving his arm from the seat to around her shoulders. He shook his head, dismissing her second question. He had no answer for it, honestly, and so he wouldn't even try to lie his way through it. He didn't know why he hadn't just gone to a liqueur store and gotten a bottle of Jack Daniels for himself. He guessed that he liked the public scene, but he wasn't going to say anything to her about it. Instead, he made his move. He placed the book in her lap, green eyes looking deep into blue. He used his now free hand to caress her cheek. He moved in a little closer, right to the point where he could feel her breath on his lips. "No more questions." He said, in a low voice. "Just kiss me."

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[DAKOTA O'CONNOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/oceanbreezebg.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 494 // outfit // clicky // tagged // haldir boy with a coin, T H E N M A K I N G A W I S H , A N D T O S S E D I N T H E S E A “Something tells me cute stories aren’t up your alley.” Dakota grinned as he only gave her one piece of information about his books. She had no idea who many he had written or what any of them were about but from first impressions, she didn’t think Haldir was the type to write love stories or anything that would get the approval of a fan girl reader. She could have been wrong though. Nicholas Sparks was one of the best fictional author’s when it came to love stories. So it was safe to say some men were in touch with their famine side. Needless to say, the seventeen year old was excited to read the book he was about to hand over, no matter what it was about. “I definitely will,” Kota assured as her eyes lay upon the book. For a moment, the thought of curling up in bed and reading the novel kept her oblivious to how close Haldir was to her but it didn’t take much to bring that to her attention. When she felt his arm across her shoulders, Dakota froze in motion, as if her body had been running a mile a minute. Really, her body hadn’t been moving at all but her heart was now as she pulled her gaze away from book and back to him. Chills ran through her body when his fingers made contact with her face and without thinking, she held her breath out of nervous. The seventeen year old had completely misjudged the situation and she had no idea what to do about it now. Kota had never been placed in this type of position before. She never had a guy hit on her, at least not to her understanding, and she certainly hadn’t experienced a guy making a move on her. Hell, the O’Connor daughter had no experience what so ever when it came to men. She was a virgin when it came to sex and she was virgin when it came to kissing. Oh how she hated being so inexperienced in this moment because for so long she had wanted to be with a guy. “I’m not a good kisser,” was the first thing out of her mouth when Dakota finally allowed herself to breathe again. She thought saying a bad kisser was better than saying she had never kissed anyone before but she wasn’t so sure at the moment. What the seventeen year old did know was the feelings this man was giving her turned out to be a lot better than expected. She liked knowing that at least one guy could be interested in her and that gave Kota hope. It gave her the push that she needed and without thinking further into it, Dakota pressed her lips against his. She was surprised at how much she enjoyed the feeling but was worried that she really did suck at kissing and made no further advancement without a reaction from him. notes // kota and her innocence. sorry for the shortness

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[haldir]

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"Try me." The New Zealand native breathed, and then her lips were on his. He smiled a little into the kiss, finding it soft and innocent, but quickly made work of deepening it and showing his true hunger and desire for her. He had no idea whether or not she would be able to interpret his feelings from the kiss, but he didn't much care. He was pouring all he could into the kiss, all the feelings that he did or didn't feel.He let his eyes fall shut, letting himself enjoy the kiss for as long as it would last. He had no idea how long it would last, but no matter how long it would last, he wanted it to go further than just a little bit of kissing, and he would make sure that it would. Haldir grabbed Dakota's hips and shifted in his seat, pulling her onto his lap, without breaking the kiss. What he had once saw as innocent and cute, he had turned into a bit of passion. He could feel every nerve in his body come alive as he expressed himself in the kiss.

After a couple of moments, Haldir pulled away, but only because of the need for air. He opened his eyes slowly and looked at Dakota with a wide smirk. "You're not so bad." He said reassuringly. Honestly, he had no opinion on her kissing skills, but if he wanted to continue to kiss her, he knew that he would have to reassure and insecurities that she might have. Especially if he wanted to go farther. He slid his hands over her hips and pulled on the hem of her shirt, pulling it up her body slowly, not taking his eyes off of hers. "How about we get rid of this, and go a little farther?" He played with the fabric between his fingers, waiting a little impatiently for any answer from the younger girl. He glanced out the window briefly before looking back at her. "Don't worry, love. No one can see us in here."

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[DAKOTA O'CONNOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/oceanbreezebg.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 508 // outfit // clicky // tagged // haldir boy with a coin, T H E N M A K I N G A W I S H , A N D T O S S E D I N T H E S E A At this point, everything Haldir did made Dakota weak in the knees. She had never kissed a guy before and didn’t have the slightest clue what to expect, so it was no surprise that the physical and emotional feelings she felt were a bit overwhelming. He didn’t even have to speak those words before she was kissing him without thought. What skeptics she had on her kissing experience was out the window when he turned the kiss and deepened it. Kota’s lips tingled against his, enjoying the simplest action of sharing an intimate moment with someone she barely knew. It probably hadn’t been the smartest idea for the seventeen year old to have jumped into a backseat with a man just had just met in person but her entire body, from her mind to her heart, was riding on complete impulse. Being with a guy was something she had always wanted but never thought out. She never considered someone actually being interested, so when the opportunity came she really didn’t know how to respond other than to give in. Dakota gapped slightly, her body being overcome with chills as he pulled her onto his lip. Both of her straddled each of his as she raised a hand to his neck and caressed his dark hair. Her blood was racing through her body and even though she didn’t want to break their kiss, she was grateful for the moment she got to catch her breath. “That’s good to know,” she spoke softly as her blue eyes remained locked on him. Performance was always her biggest fear; not only on the stage where she felt most comfortable but with men as well. Kota had hoped that this day would come but she worried that her lack of experience would ruin her in the long run. The teen girl could only assume the sex was a big thing for guys and for a girl to be bad was like getting a lump of coal for Christmas; a big disappointment. Kota bit down on her lower lip as she felt his hands play with her shirt. She swallowed as if there was a lump in throat and she followed his eyes before making any response. She had wanted this but now just didn’t seem like the right time. Hell, she had just met the man and she was already eager to jump in bed with him. Or maybe it was the other way around. Dakota couldn’t deny the feelings she was experiencing. This was all very new to her. It was exciting but scary at the same time. “What if we just kept our clothes on…” She finally let out a breath that she wasn’t aware of holding and looked down to her lap. She didn’t want to disappoint but the backseat of the car just didn’t seem like the perfect first time that she wanted. Kota dropped her hand and used both to play with the hem of his jacket, worried that she would kill the moment and make him made. notes // kota and her innocence. sorry for the shortness

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[haldir]

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Frowning, Haldir let go of her shirt and placed his hands back on her hips. He looked at her disappointed with the words she had said, but he thought that he might have a way to convince her otherwise. He had been taught as a child by his father to fight for the things he wanted in life. Whether that be love, his dreams, his goals. He had learned to fight for them, and he was using that lesson to fuel his sick and twisted desires. He was using it to try and get with Dakota. Quickly he turned his frown into a smirk and leaned in pressing his lips back against hers for a second time, though he made it brief. "You wouldn't be alone." He said. He kissed her cheek. He looked down at her hands on his jacket then back up into her eyes. "I could take off all these layers too, and you could see it in person." He chuckled, referring to himself shirtless. He knew that he was good looking underneath all the clothes he was wearing, which is why he flaunted that fact online, and he hoped that maybe those few words would be able to convince her to at least go to second base. If it were to go the way he feared it would be going, he would be satisfied with at least that. For now.

He watched her, waiting for a response. Anything that would give him any indication of what she wanted to do, but he grew impatient quickly, and pressed his lips to her throat: kissing, licking and nipping at soft flesh that resided there. She tasted delicious, he found. He moved his hands from her hips to her waist, pulling her body closer to his own, moving his lips from her throat to her collarbone and giving it the same treatment. He was surprised that he was enjoying himself so much sober. It had given him a new light on himself. That he could have fun without alcohol, but he still believed that he needed it to write, and doubt that he would cut it from his life just yet. Not until he was done with the writing thing, but that wouldn't happen for a long time. He loved writing too much to quit now. He had a lot of ideas floating around in his mind and wanted to get all of them down before he quit. Or died. Whichever one came first.

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