You're Coming With Me (Luke)

[Lucas Blacke]

He smirked. ''Ya should be glad I'm a guy.'' He said back in a joking way as he leaned in. ''I know for a fact ya love those.'' Teasingly he then licked his lips as he pullled back with a twisted sort of smile, almost as if he was trying to bait her with something. Maybe it was the fact he was going to do his best to try and annoy her to earn that punch that got him to do odd things, or that the thought of her in dark, skin-tight clothing was screwing with his brain.

Still, he really did look around for what she wouldn't wear. Or rather, what he couldn't picture her wearing, which was almost anything at the time. It'd have to be something with a bright color, and as much as he liked dark clothing he made it his personal mission to get that punch, even if just a slap. The only downside to it was that he would be urged to punch back, he always had been with everyone. This whole clothing ordeal wouldn't so much be a test for her to see if she kept a promise even if it hurt him but more of a test for him to see if he'd punch someone he loved.

He sighed mentally as that one word shot through his mind. Did he really love her? And if he did, when would he be able to say so? He knew she was waiting and working towards it, but he was pretty sure she was in the 'I like you' stage of things. Which kind of got him to think, what if things never changed between them? She said she would be trying to change, but so did Luke about half a year ago, and he failed that with a gold star.

''Ya know what I meant.'' And even that still sounded creepy in the middle of a store full of women. He quickly followed her as she went up to what he picked out and said it was cute, taking it out and saying she'd try it on before handing it to her personal shopping cart. ''I'm helping!'' He exclaimed in a cheery voice as he grabbed the coat hanger and took it in two hands as if holding a sword for a knight. ''Count on me, miss Heroux.'' He said with his most valiant voice.

[Zoelle Heroux]

Zo laughed as he commented about knowing that she loved guys. It occurred to her then that he probably didn't know that she was just as into girls when she had the opportunity. Well, she wasn't about to share that yet. Somehow she knew exactly what his reaction would be - the most predictable of male responses. Yeah, she would definitely wait on sharing that. Besides, if they were a them... it probably didn't really matter anymore.

Instead she just played along. "Yeah, lucky for you," she teased, sticking out her tongue at him. There was no debating the fact that he very much benefiting from that fact after all.

She pressed her lips together to repress another laugh as he tried to correct himself. "Yeah, you know that's not a whole lot better," she pointed out with a smirk. Zo couldn't hold back her laughter though as he proclaimed what a help he was being. "I certainly won't argue that," she said with a smile. She knew that he only meant clothes shopping, but truth be told, she was counting on him in a lot of ways.

Giving him a smile over her shoulder, she turned away to begin looking for other things that caught her eye. In a rather unsurprising turn of events, most of the shirts she picked out were in fact black. Somehow it seemed most the color in her wardrobe tended to come from her hair rather than the clothes themselves. She knew that the best part of this particular adventure would be trying stuff on, but she was having a good time just picking stuff out. Zo couldn't help but hope that just maybe Luke felt the same way.

[Lucas Blacke]

Happy. He was happy with how things were turning out. It began looking less and less like a joke and, whatever she did she seemed to be liking his presence. Not once had she brought up their arrangement, and if she didn't, neither would he. Because as he had known and hoped she knew, he was happy. Yet the nagging feeling of it being too good to be true lingered. But he simply forced that thought away. He was with her now and that was what mattered.

"Aye, lucky for me." He repeated with a nod and a smile. Little did she know just how lucky he was. Never before had he really encountered anyone for who he didn't have to adjust. For her, he just waited instead of changed.

"I know that ain't better." He teasingly mocked. "But ya know it ain't a lie. A wink made sure he'd get his point across, he hoped. After all, he was the one with a one track mind and he wouldn't hesitate to use it against her, though he doubted that was an option as she'd just play right back.

He smirked. "Lotta black there Zo, almost beginnin' to think ya picked me for my last name." He joked, almost to the point of teasing. "Can't wait to see ya in it though, even if just to take it off again."

[Zoelle Heroux]

His agreement surprised her for a moment. After all, as far as she could see, she was the fortunate one between them. There was nothing special about her really. After a moment, she realized he was probably still talking about the sex. After all, most girls were closer to the prude side of the spectrum really, so the fact that sex wasn't an issue for her in the least probably was something he wasn't very used to. That made much more sense than any other implication of the phrase she could think of.

She gave a small shrug in return as he teased her back. "There is that," she agreed. Much as she might roll her eyes and tease him about always having a hopelessly one track mind, she didn't really mind it that much. Besides, with anyone else, she would be just as bad, which is how she kept up with it so easily. The only reason she didn't have to be so on game with Luke was because he did most the work for her really. That and the end result was never much of a question. They always ended with clothes on the floor.

"What can I say, black suits me," she quipped back with a wink. The correlation between the color and his name only made her tease that much better. Still, her statement wasn't wrong. After all, she'd never attempted this sort of more with anyone else and for good reason. "You're still free to make suggestions though if you disagree," she pointed out. "Or even if you don't." She had to admit that she was a little curious to see what else he would choose for her. His professed eagerness to see her in the clothes had her grinning though.

Zo picked up some jeans and skirts and whatnot to try on as well and it was then that she declared it was time for the show and tell portion of the adventure to begin. After a moment she had snagged an employee to open a dressing room for her and soon enough she was hanging the clothes up inside, door still open. The dressing area had a nice set up with a large mirror and several comfortable chairs sitting outside. "Okay, now you wait right here while I change," she started to say. "Though if you see anything else you want to see on me, you can always grab it," she added. Though if he picked out anything frilly to be a smart ass, he probably wouldn't get to see it on her.

With that final word, she disappeared into the dressing room, trying to decide what pieces to pair together and what to try on first.

[Lucas Blacke]

The smile he wore on his face died down a small bit as he noticed the small pause in her demeanor before shrugging at him as he had said he was the lucky one. And the answer after hyer shrug was one that wasn't even pertaining to him being lucky so he took the assumption she was waving his statement away, deeming herself the lucky one instead of him. How wrong she would be if that happened to be the case. He was lucky for having found her, and not just because of the stellar sex they had. It wasn't everyday you found someone on the same emotional wavelength.

''No denyin' that black suits ya.'' Even with her power being based on shadow and all that he still liked seeing her in black, and the fact that was his last name didn't hurt either. It was kind of his pride and joy to say that black would look good on her, it was sort of a pick up line without being a pick up line. ''In terms of clothin' as well.'' He added jokingly.

He grinned though as she said he was free to find other stuff he wanted to see on her. There was certainly no lack of that, but sadly his man-brain took over and he figured he'd come up with nothing. He smiled even as he thought about it, hoping she'd pick up on the hint after having shown off what he did pick out, even if just one item of clothing. She'd have to find out he was a lousy shopper sooner or later. But hey, at least he went with her.

He smiled at what he was going to say if she asked about him not having found anything. He had found exactly what he wanted to see her in. Nothing.

[Zoelle Heroux]

If she had any doubt that he had understood the implication of her statement, it was gone when he replied. Still, it was kind of nice that he did agree. It was a weird thought really, but not at all unpleasant. She dramatically flipped her hair over her shoulder as the other hand rested on her hips and she shot him a cocky smirk. "Don't I know it," she teased. She had plenty of confidence in her appearance after all - no reason not to play on that a bit.

She disappeared into the changing room then and began the process of matching tops and bottoms to make outfits and figuring out the order of what she would try on. After all, this wasn't about being practical so much as it was about putting on a show for Luke. Teasing him was something they would very much both benefit from after all, and it was just plain fun.

With that in mind, she decided to start with the outfit that showed the least skin and work down from there. So when she stepped out of the dressing room for the first time it was wearing a faded and ripped pair of dark denim jeans paired with none other than the shirt that he had picked out for her. She did a spin for him before settling with her hand on her hip as she waited for his reaction.

"So, what do you think?" she asked. It wasn't a matter of her needing his approval, but she was still curious to hear what he thought. That and forcing him to take it all in only made it even more of a tease. In that effort, she asked a question she was fairly certain she knew the answer to.

"Does it look as good on as it did on the hanger?"

[Lucas Blacke]

He went back and forth on his idea of coming up with nothing, maybe if she took long enough he'd dare another glance into the unknown and see if anything would take his fancy. Really though, all this would do was prolong the time he would need to wait. Perhaps he'd kill the time in which she was getting changed just looking instead of touching. Besides, he'd have to get used to the condition she herself imposed on him. He wasn't allowed to use his hands. Obviously he could work around this but he kind of wanted to see how she would respond to not getting his touch. So in a way, she had herself to blame for getting less feedback.

The small amount of time she spent in the dressing room was enough for him to glance into the store and see a few things that took his fancy instantly, he smirked though, as he realized yet again that he wasn't supposed to use his hands. Deviously he figured that, if he wasn't supposed to use his hands on her, he just wouldn't use his hands period. It'd drive him and her insane, he hoped. He knew for a fact it'd drive him insane. Her? He wasn't sure.

When she stepped out the first thing he noticed was the top she was wearing -the shirt he had picked out. The vibrant colors on it had him distracted a bit and made sure it took him a moment to notice the pants she was wearing. Obviously she was going for something not all that revealing, or something to keep the tension alive. Little did she know the style of pants she was wearing was pretty much driving him insane already. God was it hard to not touch her.

He wanted to nod and almost applaud her, fake drool all over the floor and gawk at her in an over the top way, show her he was getting excited and more. Yet he just acted without interest, or tried to, and nodded only once. ''Looks good on ya. Like the top.'' Obviously. He just wanted to move over and jump into the dressing room with her at that point. Just the way she moved was enough to drive him insane, and he knew what she was capable of.

''Better.''

[Zoelle Heroux]

His reaction was minimal at best and for a moment, she wondered if something had happened or if he was just that unimpressed. But then another thought occurred to her. He was an actor just like her after all. Which probably meant he was acting uninterested just to mess with her. After all, she had told him upfront that she was planning on teasing him with this little show of hers. So he was probably just trying to get her to give up in order to get a reaction.

Or she could just up her game.

Which is exactly what she did. She nodded as he said that it looked better on her than it had on the hanger. "Yeah, I definitely like the top," she agreed. "But I'm not so sure about the pants..." She pursed her lips, a look of uncertainty appearing on her face then. After a moment's pause she turned around, arching her back slightly. "How does my ass look in these? It's so hard to really see in the mirror after all..." she asked, false innocence in her voice.

Finally content with her teasing for the moment, she slipped back into the dressing room to switch outfits. The next outfit was a bit more obvious and she was sure it would get more of a reaction. When she stepped out of the dressing room a second time, her eyes were fixed on him, curious to see if he could maintain his disinterested act. She now wore a tight black shirt with sheer cut outs paired with a purple plaid mini skirt with sheer black tights.

"How about this one?"

[Lucas Blacke]

While looking at her he knew he was fighting a losing battle, he could pretend he wasn't but he was only really fooling himself with it. No way could he keep acting neutral if this was her first choice, and he knew this as he practically popped a boner in the middle of the store as she turned around and asked him how her ass looked. His hand that was holding the bag with CDs now clenched tight enough to bring out the whites in his hand as he was pretty much forced to maintain normal eye contact due to his own little game. He let out a high pitched sound meaning 'yes', nothing more, nothing less and merely smiled as she finally popped back into the dressing room.

It occured to him she didn't really wait for a solid answer on his behalf, so she was probably playing a game of her own. But she'd already won, hadn't she? Most Luke could do now was not touch her and perhaps give the other people around a little peace and quiet by not getting over the top loud. ''I'd be-'' He coughed and cleared his throat, shaking his head slightly as he raised his voice. ''I'd better get a lapdance out of this!'' Not being allowed to use his hands was stupid, yet slightly foreboding.

The next outfit she showed him though had a bit more of everything showing. Luke practically moaned as he looked her over now, having the tension building up bit by bit as he tried his hardest to remain his cool. He kept himself from lowering his head a bit too see if he could look up her skirt and finally just coughed.

Unable to say anything more, he just propped up his thumb as his hand was now beginning to hurt from the pressure it released. Sometimes his power was a dick to him.

[Zoelle Heroux]

The sound he made caused a smug satisfied grin to spread across her lips. It really was fun to toy with him like this - especially when she knew what else she had in store for him. So she just gave him a wink as she slipped back into the dressing room ready to torture him even more. As she closed the door, the only sound was her laughter at his words - once he finally managed to speak. "You can hope!" she called back

This next outfit she was sure would get even more of a reaction. She had a feeling that her no touch rule had to be killing him already and this outfit would only make that even more difficult for him. She probably shouldn't enjoy it as much as she did, but it was a huge ego boost to be able to affect someone so drastically.

She could see him fighting to maintain his composure, which quite frankly seemed to be a losing fight. He was silent a while, almost as though he was trying to swallow his reaction entirely, until at last he managed a cough. But they were playing a game now, and Zo wasn't one to lose - or except a stalemate.

Zo tilted her head, acting confused. "What's wrong?" she asked, sounding very concerned and deceptively innocent. She did a quick spin, the sudden motion making her skirt lift an inch or two higher for just a moment. "Don't you like it?" she asked, pouting slightly.

"Are you alright?" she asked a moment later, stepped forward so she was only a few inches in front of him. "You don't look so well..."

[Lucas Blacke]

She wasn't this easy on him, in fact she hadn't been making it easy since the moment they met. They had started out with him offering up quite a lot of stuff, giving her money in exchange for an assignment and eventually drop all signs of the wall around him when he was with her. What was he going to lose next? His dignity? He was very well able to as he felt he just needed to reach out and touch her to be able to tell her anything, that she looked great. Stunning. But to do that would mean to voluntarily lose the battle they were so obviously having by now.

He shifted a little bit on his chair, dropped his bag on the ground and sat on his hands as he looked at her in that sexy skirt of hers, taking the tease to another level by starting to spin around quickly which made the skirt lift a bit. Luke rued the moment he sat on his hands as he had the very urgent need to bite on something right then. This wasn't fair, she knew that right? Though it had become obvious a while ago that she was pretty much living a life built on teasing people and using the reaction they had on her body in her advantage.

And it was stellar.

When she asked him if he liked it with negative wording he looked her in the eyes and held a frown. ''I do not.'' He merely replied. He really didn't, it was kind of hurting him -physically at this point, to look at her move like she did in the clothing she had on.

Desperately he was looking for loopholes to be able to do something to her as she stepped over to him, saying he didn't look well. Almost was he tempted to jump up and push her into a corner before jumping on top, and the worst part about that was that she probably wouldn't even mind it, but he decided to keep a low profile as best as he could and swallowed whatever he was thinking at that moment.

''Stop teasin'.''

[Zoelle Heroux]

She quirked an eyebrow as he looked at her with a frown and said that he didn't like the outfit. For a moment she was baffled - after all, it was obvious that he was struggling to contain himself. She tilted her head to the side as she studied him for a moment before following up on his answer. "Whatcha mean? I thought it looked pretty good..." She paused a moment, fluffing her hair as she pursed her lips. Was he being sincere or just difficult. She was betting on the latter but she had to wonder... "Why don't you like it?"

His response as she asked if he was alright gave her some insight though. Part of her wanted to take pity on him, but she was too stubborn for that. She couldn't just give up - it wasn't in her nature.

Instead she decided to force his hand a little. She leaned forward, her hands resting on the arms of the chair to support her. Her face was only inches above his, though the angle provided a view that would likely tempt his gaze away from her face. Still, that aside, she tried to meet his eyes. She was silent a moment, as though pondering his request, but more accurately pondering her own options. Really, it was no question though. Not for her at least. He could surrender, and then the teasing would stop. Well, maybe not stop but at least become far more bearable. But he was the one who would have to take that step and reach out first. She wasn't about to cave.

"You know very well there's a way to make it stop," she purred, mischief and a challenge in her gray eyes.

[Lucas Blacke]

She was testing him it seemed like and he thought he was failing the test. Despite wanting to see how much he could take he was just too deep in this relationship at the moment to not be mesmerized by what she did and said. His eyes widened slightly though as that thought entered his head. He knew she needed time, she'd try but would need time for it as she said, and he would give it for however long she needed. She had made a fair point after all, they had fun.

Though this thought was quickly punted out of his head by Zo moving over and putting her hands on the rests of the chair he was sitting on. It took something out of him not to touch her hands as other and less appropriate thoughts now entered his mind, gaze sliding slowly from her face as she leaned in to an area of her she gave easy access to at this point.

Luke fake pouted and figured this had got to be unfair in some countries, she could tease him with her tits in public but he couldn't whip his dick out to see how she would respond. Backwards world they were in. He rolled his eyes as he forced them back on hers. Though one major and slightly intelligent though cheating thought entered his mind as he took on a sly smirk. What she had told him before they even got the idea for clothes shopping had returned to him and was proving useful.

He leaned in with a smile and kissed her as he sat got up and kept his hands behind his back. This meant he didn't have anything to hold her in place with though so his eyes quickly flitted from side to side inc ase anyone was watching and quickly stepped forward, forcing her to move back and get up against the wall of the dressing room as he continued the same wild kiss.

He wasn't allowed to use his hands and just his hands. He hadn't technically caved yet.

[Zoelle Heroux]

She knew she was probably going a little too far, bordering on cruel with her teasing. After all, even if he did react, there was little he could do in such a public place. Still, his attempt to not react at all was a challenge, and she had never been good at resisting those. Hell, Jen had nearly gotten her arrested before because she couldn't back down from a challenge. It was probably a bit of a problem, but Zo had never been good at changing her ways.

So she kept pushing, needing to make him surrender, or at least get some sort of worthy reaction out of him.

He pouted at her and she couldn't help but offer a wicked grin in return. It was nice to see him squirm for a change. Even if she knew the situation was really entirely unfair. After all, when were things ever fair really? So she tempted him as best she could, and the way he rolled his eyes, fighting to stare at the cleavage which was displayed right before him, she knew that she was winning.

But then something changed, and his expression shifted into a sly smirk. Had he figured out some kind of loophole? Because that sure as hell wasn't the face of someone who was about to cave. As his lips met hers, it took her off guard. Next thing she knew, he was standing in front of her and she was backed against the wall. She certainly hadn't seen that coming. The kiss felt different, but she quickly realized why - no hands. "That's cheating," she pouted as she turned her head so she could catch her breath.

Stupid technicalities. How was she supposed to trump this?

So she decided to turn his own idea against him. She turned back into the kiss, but this time instead of being surprised, she was very much in control, tempting him to respond, to try to touch her, pull her closer, something. It might be a trick, but if he was going to play that way, so could she. Her hips shifted every so slightly to apply even more pressure where their bodies met, knowing that would only drive him crazier.

After all, they both knew she was perfectly willing to give him what he wanted ultimately. She was just determined to win their little game first.

[Lucas Blacke]

Freely letting his eyes roll down over her body with a smile even as he kissed her proved difficult without hands to feel, but she had told him not to use hands, and since he had already caved this much he would tease her a bit by not touching his hands. Luckily his ability was there to keep his hands at his sides like slabs of stone, not moving an inch. She could move his hands for him but that would be a loss for her. He did know they hadn't really talked about her not being able to do anything but he just knew she would want to make him break before here to keep her pride intact.

She was in for a treat as Luke pulled back, licking his lips and looking at her with a sly smile. ''Look ma, no hands.'' He whispered with a smirk as he moved in again and sandwiched her between the wall and his lips. Who needed hands anyway?

He chuckled slightly as she said he was cheating and, well, he hadn't been the only one. He wasn't the one showing cleavage. When she kissed him back though he knew their game wouldn't be all that long, she was clearly trying to bait him as if she was desperately trying to win at this point, she did things like this more often. The queen of teases, and Luke was her king, jester and rival whether she liked it or not.

Confusement took over for a small second as his hands twitched slightly but remained in place, the way she was now leading the kiss paired with the way she moved against him made it hard for him to try and hold back.

He looked back slightly, putting a small pause on their kiss as he hooked his leg behind the door and pushed it shut, moving back to the kiss and turning them around so she was propped up against the door. Finally his hands moved, but didn't touch her. Instead, they went up above her head as he leaned in even more, intensifying their kiss.

What she had done was obvious. More than obvious. And she had won, in a way, but so had Luke. And he broke their kiss momentarily as he pointed it out with a huff. ''Told ya.''