Double Vision (Tak)

[Dominique Chevalier]

Dom was lying on the floor in his brother's room, a book over his face. Why Carter's room, and not his own? If you felt the need to ask, you did not understand the twins. The boundaries between personal property were very blurred.

Not quite asleep, but not in the mood to get up just yet, Dom discovered that trying to read text that was only half an inch from your eye would do nothing but give you a headache, so he gave up on that too and rested his hands under his head. Carter was out buying more Italian mineral water for the fridge because he'd gone and drunk it all already, and Dom supposed he should consider his college applications, but really could not be assed just yet.

The carpet was rather comfortable, which it should be, given how much they'd paid for it.

[Takchawee Ominotago]

Tak was bored, and as such, she decided to look for something to do. She would normally do henna or something, but since she had done that only a few days previously with Carter, it would be rather pointless - her entire chest and one arm was already covered with the stuff.

An idea sprang into her head then and, with a flash of a wicked grin, she hopped up from her position on her bed and threw on a slouchy shirt, deciding to go pants-less. She would just be taking a short trip down the hall, after all, and if it bothered anyone, that was their problem. Running a hand through her thick mass of hair, she stepped out of her room and walked down the hall. No one was around as she quietly opened room 205 and crept inside, making her way towards Carter's room.

She opened the door, and her eyes were immediately drawn to the floor, where the blonde was lying. She hadn't bothered knocking - she was sure Carter wouldn't mind. "Heeeey gorgeous," she greeted him immediately bending down to his level. "I hope you don't mind me coming over. I was bored." She smirked and leaned in, giving the boy a long, passionate kiss on the lips.

[Dominique Chevalier]

Dom didn't show the slightest hint of surprise as a tall beautiful stranger bent down and kissed him. He didn't feel it either; why wouldn't pretty girls want to kiss him? He was, as she had just said herself, gorgeous. That she probably had the wrong twin entered his head, but didn't really bother him. They were all about sharing in the Chevalier household.

"What a coincidence," he murmured, one arm lazily looping around her waist to tug her down towards him. "So was I." She had lovely legs, he noticed, giving them a quick once over as the tips of his fingers slid against her warm skin. "Maybe you can help me out with that."

[Takchawee Ominotago]

Tak smiled, unsurprised that Carter was more than welcoming. Why wouldn't he be? Their first meeting had been him coming into her room unannounced, it was time for her to return the favor. It was weird, though - as she kissed him, he felt... Different, somehow. Her ESP was pretty much never off, but she was quite sure she was getting a different vibe than she had the first time. Weird.

She pressed herself against him as he pulled her down, finding a comfortable position on top of him with her arms looped around his neck. "Good," she responded in a low murmur, letting her fingers brush idly though the hair on the back of his neck. "I wouldn't want to interrupt anything." She let out a small laugh as his fingers brushed against her skin, tilting her head down to press her lips against the hollow of his throat. "I'm sure I can," she replied. "I had a lot of fun last time. I wouldn't mind doing it again." He would know what she meant.

[Dominique Chevalier]

Dom shifted his hips slightly as the girl lay on him, and this was much more interesting then giving himself a headache. "It was not a very interesting book," he smirked, tangling his fingers in her hair as her lips brushed his neck. Last time. So one of Carter's then. Still, would be a damn shame to embarrass the poor girl now, pointing out she had the wrong brother and all that. "You have a lovely laugh, belle."

"I've got a few new ideas," he murmured, lips just touching the shell of her ear as both of his hands settled firmly on her waist. In one smooth movement, Dom pushed up from the floor and rolled over, his knees on either side of her hips as he supported his weight with one hand beside her neck. He took a moment to appreciate the view, a hint of a smile at his lips. "But I'll take all suggestions into consideration." His free hand ran over the material bunched up over her stomach, the smile widening.

[Takchawee Ominotago]

Tak cast her eyes over to the book in question, wrinkling her nose distastefully. "Doesn't look like it," she agreed. Reading wasn't really her thing, unless it was something she was really interested in. Fortunately, Tak wasn't easily embarrassed, so once the time of finding out this wasn't Carter arrived, she might not react as strongly as he may think. She gave him a smile at his compliment. "Thank you, Tehila," she replied, transferring to her native Lakota.

"Oh?" Tak asked curiously, holding back laughter as his lips tickled her ear. A moment later she found herself being turned over, and she didn't fight it, instead just going along with whatever Carter had planned. "I didn't bring henna this time, so-" she broke off, suddenly noticing something. She squinted. The hem of the blonde's shirt was low enough to show a good-sized section of skin, and she realized with confusion that it was... Completely bare. Unless Carter had literally scrubbed the henna off from a few days previously, it should still be pretty dark. Her eyes narrowed in confusion. However, she shrugged it off for the moment, instead bringing her gaze back up to his face. She would get a better look when his shirt was off. "I didn't have anything planned," she replied with a slow smile, letting her hands slip up to the bottom hem of his tanktop, pulling it up slightly. Hopefully that would be enough of a cue for him to shed the clothing and give her a better look.

[Dominique Chevalier]

Henna? Weird... what was Cart getting up to? Still, not really a problem; Dom caught Tak's wrists as she slid her hands up over his stomach. "Just winging it?" he asked, running the pad of his tumb over the inside of her wrists before leaning down to halt any answer she would try to make by capturing her lips with his.

"You first," he said after pulling back for breath, shifting back so she would be able to wiggle (and he did hope she would wiggle, at least a little bit) out of her shirt. Watching closely, Dom's pale eyebrows rose appreciatively. "T'es bien foutu*," he murmured, head tilted as he watched through lidded eyes. "I would love to see more of it."

Just in case his french had gone over her head, he let go of her wrists to slide both hands under her shirt, stopping just short of her sternum.

*you've got a great body

[Takchawee Ominotago]

"It's what I do best," Tak breathed, thinking of all the times she had 'just winged it'. Chester, Cameron, Carter... Yeah, none of those had been planned in the least. She breathed in as Carter bent down and kissed her again, keeping her from saying anything else. That was fine. It was better than talking any day.

When he pulled back and spoke, Tak smirked, letting her hands drop to the ground so she could, indeed, wiggle out of the shirt. For once she was wearing a bra too, although really, it was hardly worth the effort - it didn't cover much. When he spoke, Tak grinned, not knowing what the first part was but not really caring. She got the gist of it. "You have before, haven't you?" she asked slyly, before raising her hands to her shirt and pulling it off all the way. His hands felt heavy on her chest, but Tak didn't mind. He would be able to see the finished product of his henna now, which had turned out so beautifully all over her upper chest.

"Your turn," she told him, first reaching a hand up to pull his head down for another kiss. She dug her teeth playfully into his bottom lip, letting her other arm slide back up to the hem of his shirt. "Wapazo mis nitawa pehi."

[Dominique Chevalier]

Dom watched with a smile as Tak managed to squirm out of her shirt, more then enjoying the view. He appreciated the bra, or to be exact, how little there was of it. "Nice," he murmured, reaching out to run a thumb over the edge of her bra. "Very nice." He grinned as Tak pulled him down for a kiss, retaliating by pulling her up enough to undo the tiny scrap of material and toss it out of the way before he laid her back down.

His fingers continued to move, trailing over the dark marks of the henna over her skin. He recognized his brother's hand, and smiled as he traced the patterns silently, first with his fingers, then with his mouth as he quickly shrugged out of his shirt and then pulled his singlet over his head. Sitting up, both to get a better view and to give her a moment to appreciate what she was seeing, Dom ran a hand through his hair, thought for a moment, then bent back down and shifted back before hooking his fingers under Tak's underwear, then glancing up with a raised eyebrow.

He had been reading the signs right, of course, that was what he did, but it never hurt it check.

Good thing he knew where Carter kept his protection.

[Takchawee Ominotago]

Tak watched Carter's reaction with amusement, but she couldn't help but wonder why he almost seemed like he was seeing it for the first time. Maybe she was just imagining things. She arched her back as he pulled her up, not fighting at all when she felt the clasp of her bra come undone and he tugged it off. Ah, that was better anyway.

Shivers ran up her spine as his fingers traced over the marks, and she let out a small sound of desire as he bent over to brush them with his lips. He really knew how to turn her on, and she watched with anticipating eyes as he finally pulled off his clothes. But that's when it got weird. Because, as she has thought... There was no henna on his chest. That, along with the fact that 'Carter's' personality felt so different today.... Dammit, Carter. He hadn't told her he had a twin.

"You're not Carter," she accused him, before letting her eyes trail down to study what he was presenting to her. She tried to decide whether this bothered her or not.

She decided it didn't. He was still fucking hot.

Tak smirked as his fingers hooked under the band of her underwear, raising her eyebrows as if to ask "What are you waiting for?" After all, they both knew where this was leading, and there was no point in holding off the inevitable. "So, I'm lucky enough to get two of you beautiful boys?" she asked in a low murmur, grinning. "This is even better than I first thought." She wondered how this guy would be different than his brother.