Trolling (Taitum) (M)

[Aracelli de Rosales Salamanca]

It had been a month since she'd last seen Taitum. His car had been around the places she was from time to time, so she knew he was still in town, but they hadn't talked at all. Sometimes, she wondered if he was watching her, feeling like there were eyes on her, but she never saw anyone. It was frustrating to say the least. Celli had been sure that he would have come back to allow her to apologize. But that opportunity hadn't materialized, and she was running out of patience. So, she'd decided to go troll through the local bars and see if he would show up. However, him being at the same bar wasn't enough, he had to be guaranteed to pay attention to her.

Celli took a shower, then spritzed a light floral scent onto her skin. She was treating this as if it were a dance competition, and she was going to dress to the nines. The glittering dress laid on her bed was just this side of legal, hugging her curves and ending barely at mid-thigh. The gold-studded heels gave her a few inches of height, and the accessories she chose only accented the the glitter and impression she wanted to give. Her makeup was dark and smoky, her hair a bit wild. It was a carefully manipulated look, and it took her about an hour to get ready. But once she was, she blew a kiss to herself in the mirror, and then grabbed her black clutch and headed out. She was going to find someone tonight, that was for sure.

She got lucky on her fourth bar. She'd been out for a couple hours by then. Remembering the lesson of last time though, she'd been sticking to water or other non-alcoholic drinks. She was not going to be drunk this time when she met up with Taitum. What was making her so brave, she didn't know, she just knew that this had to be done. At the very least, she had to apologize, and at best, well, perhaps, just perhaps, her dry streak would end. Treading carefully, she eased up on a stool, the dress inching up to expose more of her tanned thigh, and ordered a water, as well as buying Tait a round of whatever he was drinking. Opening salvo fired, Aracelli waited for him to notice her.

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[Taitum Marshall]

Taitum had more then enough to concentrate on these days. Lani and Thyme were taking up a lot of his attention and he'd become fond of Lani anyway. Other then that, he kept to himself wondering if he should try going for the therapy the army keep insisting he gets. He wasn't fond of doctors to begin with. Especially the kind that messed with your head. He was sure Nurse Joy would agree with him on that part. He doubted her dearly departed would have been forced to go to councelling if she had anything to say about it.

It wasn't nearly Sunday but Taitum had been busy on Sunday so he hadn't ad a drink in quite a while. In order to keep himself fairly sane he'd decided to come out that night for a whiskey on the rocks. It was his night off anyway so he was allowed to relax a little. Taitum was sat at the bar his half empty glass in his hand, twirling it slowly so the amber liquid bounced off the walls of the glass. He hardly heard the comotion when the young Latina dancer entered the bar far too lost in thought.

This thougt was broken when a drink was set beside his hand and he frowned at it slowly shaking his head and lifting his eyes to the barman.
"I didn't order this..."
Taitum pushed the drink back to the barman who nodded to his right side.
"The little lady's trying to get your attention my friend."
Taitum's eyes snapped shut.

God damn it! How did she find him?! A sudden panic leaped into his heart and it constricted for a second before he took a deep breath, calmed himself and slowly leaned backward. What he saw made his lips part in sudden awe. Those legs, that skirt that was riding far to high up her tight. Taitum's mouth formed a slow 'O' before he leaned forward again allowing his eyes to skim the room. All eyes were on her. Men were preparing to approach her. The last thing he wanted was to encourage her by being a valiant knight keeping at bay those grabby hands.

What use would a old soldier, rent-a-cop be to a woman like that? Taitum couldn't let these guys... these slime balls start brawling over her. Taitum finished his first drink then took a gulp of the second before moving to the beauty. He grabbed her by the arm and guided her a little forcefully off the chair.
"Didn't you learn your lesson last time you came into a place like this and I thought I made it clear that I really wasn't interested in you."

Taitum growled. He wouldn't look at her. He wouldn't dare because he'd crumble if he did. She was so gorgeous tonight... So absolutely, mind blowingly gorgeous. That was why he was trying to rush her out of slime ball city before someone decided he looked whimpy enough to tackle for the girl as a prize.

[Aracelli de Rosales Salamanca]

His reaction was priceless. She watched as the shock chased across his face, and then was replaced by anger. It wasn't exactly the reaction she was hoping for, but it would do. There was something exciting in his actions, and she had to fight not to wiggle on the stool. When he grabbed her arm and growled at her, she just smiled, and shrugged lightly. She let him lead her outside, not bothering to fight him on this particular issue. After all, she had accomplished her goal, getting his attention.

In the cool night air, she stopped and looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Hi, Taitum. I don't seem to listen very well. I wanted to apologize for the last meeting we had. But you haven't given me the chance, so I found a way to make it happen. You were so kind to stay with me, and watch over me." She took a breath and stepped closer to him, almost standing toe to toe, barely a breath between them. "I wanted you to know that I was sorry. That what happened had nothing to do with the drinking or rebound."

This was the part where she got nervous, and where she hoped that her nerves didn't fail her. She closed the distance between them, laying her lips on his, a hand resting on his chest for balance. Although she kept the kiss chaste, she still felt that spark between them. "This is solely because I want to. And the decision is yours, although I would like to explore it."

She waited for his verdict, stepping back once more, giving him room to breathe and think. Taitum seemed to be a very independent individual, and Aracelli didn't want to pressure him, well she did, but she didn't want to make him feel like he was being pressed to answer right away. She knew the effect of her outfit, it was planned for just that reason. Celli wasn't above a bit of manipulation if the situation called for it, and this one certainly did.

Come on, Taitum, give me a chance. She whispered silently to herself, wanting him to say yes so badly she could taste it. Brown eyes edged with desire watched him as her legs shifted, trying to ease the ache deep inside. The ache that always seemed to pop up when he was around.

[Taitum Marshall]

Taitum felt so much better once they were outside. Here in the open he felt like he had a fighting chance were he to get challenged by anyone. His eyes scanned the street for a waiting taxi but he was soon brought back to the attention of the dazzling woman before him. She was glittering along all the right curves and his eyes were instantly drawn to those perky curves before he forced them to her face as she spoke, apologizing. He started to shake his head as if he was about to dismiss her apology.

He didn't care about an apology AND he didn't want one damn it. He didn't wanna think about that night or her or the really short pjs she'd had or the fact that she'd lain in that bed for over eight ours just waiting for him to take her. Nearly begging at one point....Taitum licked his lips and suddenly she was closer. His breath caught but his face remained emotionless. Taitum's breath shot out through his nose when her lips touched his in a quick, sudden and slightly surprising kiss.

She pulled away and her lips were moving again. Taitum frowned at them but heard not a single word she uttered. She stepped away and he caught her wrist yanking her close to him again. His hands cupped around her jaw, her face so tiny in his hands. His lips pressed to hers and he kissed her deep more longingly, almost as if he'd imagined it a thousand times in his head before. He pulled slightly from her lips, his breathing brushing fast and hot against her lips.

His hand curled around the chain on her neck were his ring hang and her frowned at her.
"Put it on. The ring. It's not from him."
His eyes herd hers intently as he whispered against her lips stealing a little nip at her bottom lip. He felt like yanking the chain off, sharply. It shouldn't be on a chain. It should be on her finger! His possesive instinct was in full swing. She didn't know what she was getting herself into.
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[Aracelli de Rosales Salamanca]

His surprise was expected. His reaction, not so much. Her jerked her roughly, causing her to fall against him, but then he was kissing her, and it was wonderful. It was just as she had re-lived it over and over again since their last meeting. Her body melted into his, pressing every curve against him, her arms wrapping around his neck to pull him even closer, as if they would become one person. When he pulled away, she let out a small sound of disappointment, and her lids were slow to lift.

She felt the tug at her neck, and she frowned slightly. The ring had been attached to a rose she'd found at I Love Salsa with her name on it. At the time, she'd assumed it had been an extra present from Reece, thinking that perhaps it was his way of making it up to her. But after no word from him, she'd finally asked, and he'd denied that it was his doing. She'd taken to wearing the ring on a thin chain beneath her clothing. She figured the owner would step up some day, plus, it was rather interesting to have a secret admirer. Celli'd never had one of those before.

A nip at her lip brought her attention back to him, and she smiled, slowly releasing her hold on him and reaching beneath the fall of her hair to undo the chain carefully. It slithered through the ring and dropped the circle onto her palm. A part of her wanted to tease him and tell him to put it on her, but that smacked of something far more serious than what she was ready for at this point in time. So, she did as he asked, sliding the silver circle onto the third finger of her right hand, where it happened to fit perfectly. She held out her hand for a moment, admiring the ring and how it looked on her hand.

"Thank you, Taitum, it is quite beautiful." She reached up, pulling his head down for a blistering hot kiss, letting him know just how much she appreciated the gift. If Aracelli had known what Taitum intended with the ring, and what she'd just gotten herself into, it was likely that she would have thought harder about it before accepting. But ignorance was bliss, and she was blissfully happy at the moment. So happy in fact, that she was thinking of inviting him back to her place for a nightcap, at least she was sober this time.

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[Taitum Marshall]

Taitum watched her follow his order. Good girl. Then again, she'd come all this way, dressed like that, for him so he was pretty much certain that she'd wear his ring. Oh not just a ring. A seal. She was his. Didn't she know yet? Her whole life belonged to him now. He knew wat was best for her. It helped that her family wasn't here. He'd make a bigger impression on her without them there. His desire to own her, claim her was unbelievably powerful and Taitum found it hard to resist her kiss when it became so passionate and firely.

He knew what she was saying with this kiss and he let out a growl of desire against her kiss. His hands moved to her hips pulling them closer to his and swaying them ever so slightly.
"My little dancer always playing with fire. Don't you get tired of the burns on your finger?"
He purred against her lips when he broke their kiss finally.
"How did you get here? I won't run this time. You're mine tonight and forever after. "
He half smiled for a minute but it washed away again.

[Aracelli de Rosales Salamanca]

She discounted his words as passion. There was no way that he could promise to be there forever on the first night. He was just saying that. Even knowing that, it had Aracelli’s motor revving and she led him to her car, offering him the keys. For some reason, she just knew to offer to let him drive. The trip was quiet, Aracelli twisting the ring around and around on her finger with a small smile on her face. She’d thought that Taitum would fight harder or stay away from her, so she was surprised that it had been so much less complicated. If it lasted beyond tonight, this was going to be a very interesting relationship.

When they reached her apartment building, Celli slipped off her shoes, walking up the stairs on bare feet. Those heels looked awesome, but they were hell on the arches, and she was glad to have them off. It took away the height advantage with Taitum, but she was alright with that minor fact. The door was unlocked and the lights flicked on, and she invited him in with a sweep of her arm before closing and locking the door behind them.

Suddenly, she was nervous, but she didn’t know why. They were both grown adults, and they both knew why they were here. Not to mention, she’d been dreaming about him for weeks. A culmination of a fantasy was going to be had tonight, and over the nerves rose a sense of excitement and anticipation. She watched him for a moment, wondering if she should make the first move, but decided to wait, and see what he did.

[Taitum Marshall]

Taitum snatched the keys from her hands and followed her towards her car flinging her door open for her before darting to the driver's side. His car was parked somewhere along there but he could always come back for it in the morning. A nice brisk jog could do him well and he'd never really gotten used to jogging in shorts anyway. Not in the army. Not now. Taitum didn't waste any time reaching their arrival and when he had he was quick to follow Aracelli up te stairs toward her appartment.

Not one second did he hesitate and within the appartment finally, his breath was coming out in short gasps of air. Tait listened to the lock click and a wicked smile played across his lips as he twisted back to her. One arm twisted around her around her waist pulling her into him from behind, sharp enough to catch her breath were she not expecting. His kisses trailed up her neck, the hand around her waist smoothing across the shimmering dress, lower and lower. She smelled so good.

Her hair. He remembered that smell. He remembered wanting it. So badly. The fingers on his free hand intertwined with hers and he slide her arm around his neck, twisting her around and pinning her into the wall. Capturing her lips, his desire was awakened for her completely. Tonight she'd be his. Taitum snatched her thighs around his waist and pulled her into him carrying her to the bedroom where he'd claim her as his...

[Aracelli de Rosales Salamanca]

Time ceased to exist the moment the lock snicked into place and Taitum pulled her against him. Her breath did indeed fly out of her on a low moan, and her shoes slipped to clatter on the floor, unnoticed by either of them. Celli wasn’t generally one to move as fast as she had with Taitum, but there was something about him that made her just let go of her inhibitions. He was rather like alcohol, and in his presence she was giddy and intoxicated. As he swept her up into his arms, she clung to him, encouraging him with her small noises and hot kisses.

A long while later, a disheveled and bruised Aracelli walked into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water and a handful of chocolate candy. She needed the energy. That had been one of the most intense experiences of her life, and while there might be a few marks that didn’t fade right away, it had been well worth the questions she’d get later. And there would be questions. Her dancing outfits didn’t leave all that much to the imagination, and a few of the marks would show. It was all right though, because she was free to move on. And now she had.

She re-entered the bedroom, slipping back into bed with her new lover, the glistening bit of silver on her hand her only accessory. “I brought you some water.” She said softly. Taitum had looked to be asleep, but she doubted that he was. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to sleep for hours at this point, she was simply to wound up and excited to do so. It was amazing what a good romp could do for a girl.

“Did you find the wine I left you?” Aracelli hoped that he’d known it was from her, but since she’d not signed the card, the possibility existed that he was unaware. Either way, there was the truth, out in the open. Just as she’d found out the ring was from him, now he found out about the wine. Fitting really. And a completely boring topic to discuss. Her brain needed to work, so she would have something interesting to talk about, otherwise he might leave, and god knew if he’d be back.

[Taitum Marshall]

Taitum was stetched out like a lion after a feed and he hardly moved of even opened his eyes once Aracelli left the bed to go into the kitchen. He let out a sigh of contentment. He'd needed that. He'd needed that more then he thought he had. He needed her. He felt... human again. Not robotic anymore. Not a beast in a cage ready to tear out the first set of eyes that glanced sideways at him. Well there you go. He had a lover now. Sure she was not fully and completely under his control just yet of course.

There was the silly dancing and if it was anyone else she was dancing with he'd be okay with it but Reece was made of candy cane and it sickened Taitum to think Aracelli would be near him at all. She'd become darker with time and Reece would sicken her too. He just needed to put a little bit of work in her and everything would work out just fine. Taitum groaned softly when she came in but kept his eyes shut. Wasn't she exhausted enough? He'd made sure to claim her completely.

His eyes slowly opened and set on the pocket knife on the table smirking softly. His cadets had done it as a joke once. Cut 'T's into their shoulder blades, a little tattoo which hurt all the more when they died and made Taitum all the more fond of them when they were alive. Taitum had grown rather fond of the idea since the joke his cadets had pulled. Taitum took his time to glance her way when she mentioned having water for him and he slowly took it from her lazily setting it on the bedside table before his hand collapsed across his chest.

Taitum sighed when she asked him a question and his eyes flicked to her, dark and smooth but there was a twinkle of fondness now when he looked at her. The twinkle would in essence mean that whatever harshness he had for her in the way of words, it meant nothing from here on in.
"Really? You're gonna make me talk?"
Taitum visibly rolled his eyes at her and slid himself up against the board.

He took the water and took a sip of it before holding it back to Aracelli.
"Yes. I got you wine. It lasted a whole sunday afternoon."
Sundays were always rough on Taitum. That was the day he'd woken up in the base camp hospital to be told that he'd lost everything.
"Was a good wine..."
Taitum muttered before sliding his eyes shut once more.