Past Curfew With Not A Care ((Annie, Open to all))

[Serena McKenzie]

”Whatever it takes.” She agreed, sipping her drink. Her fingers pressed against the bulging wallet in his pants, before her fingers trailed along a little lower and... inwards. A smirk played on her lips, and she took another sip, peering over the rim despite using the straw. Her smirk only faltered the slightest as his attention turned to Annie. Already she could feel a flare of jealousy, and her eyes hardened towards the other female as she bit down on her straw, chewing it as she sucked. Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she wasn't about to be giving up all that soon. For all of Serena's tact, it was jealousy that was her major fault. It was something she couldn't -or maybe wouldn't- hide, and there was no shame in playing dirty if she had to. Slowly her body turned in the chair, one of those chairs that turned about. She remembered loving them at McDonald's as a child, and even still she loved them. Now it was an emphasis of her transparent annoyance.

Was it sad that she hardly regarded her friend as much of a threat? In her mind, Annamarie wasn't a threat. At the moment she was just being a bit of a mosquito. Maybe Serena needed to start flirting with her again. Or maybe she just needed to make Sawyer realize where the real interest was. ”If you could be any animal, what one would you be?” Serena's chuckle was low, deep, and purring.
The question was a lame one, and directed largely towards Sawyer. Annie already knew her own answer, but she decided to grace them with her response anyways. ”A pussy cat, of course.” She purred, taking another draw from her straw, looking over at Sawyer with lowered eyelashes. She winked at him, dipping her finger into the little remaining whipped cream and licking it from her finger slowly, seemingly focusing all of her attention onto it. She waited to listen to his answer with mild interest. ”What about you Annie? Isn't a... wolf quite befitting of your personality?” The question was asked with a teasing, sultry grin, and she winked to the girl.

”Enough about animals, though, let's dance. Annie, do you want to join us?” Simply asking her if she wanted to join them was a subtle hint to her claims on him. And Serena wouldn't hesitate to fight for her right to him if the situation arose. Her hand had slipped into Sawyer's, and she pulled him from the drinks and the stools. ”You could also watch our drinks... You know, make sure no one drugs us.” She winked, flicking her tongue out playfully despite the almost malicious underlying tone. It was amazingly covered up, though. Serena needed to keep in mind that Annie probably wasn't going to contest her on this guy. Something of a flutter of regret filled her. It'd been a while since she'd fought another girl for her man, and she rarely lost. The victories always tasted sweeter when she'd won him “fair” and square. Pushing the thoughts away, she moved in a way that made it appear as though he had drawn her towards him. It was a small little thing, and making the man seemed in control usually made them happy.

Her body began moving against him, and she glanced up through her eyelashes to him, a slight smirk on her lips before she leaned up. Fingertips ran down his pants as her hands slid down along his thighs, rubbing him slightly through his jeans before her fingers reached around behind his legs and pulled his hips closer to hers. It was a passionate and rough gesture, and a playful smirk crossed her lips before she pressed them against his. Her mouth opened, and her teeth closed in on his bottom lip, giving it a slight tug before she pulled away, acting as though she hadn't even kissed him in the first place as she danced against him. The dancing became a lot more angelic than it had been before; more tamed, soft, and with the likings to a silly high school dance. A slow realization crossed her mind; she hadn't introduced herself to him yet. The thought brought a smile to her lips as her hand ran up and under his shirt, caressing his skin gently with her nails.

[Annamarie Cooper]

Anna sighed,who said she became a werewolf because she liked wolves as opposed to being born that way? That way,the one with only one form,a short life span,no magic and worst of the dysfunctional pack system."No,I am more of a fox personality wise and I would want to be some sort of bird." "I'd like to dance,I dance a lot actually although it's usually ballet which would not be useful in this situation."

As she replicated the moves of the rest of the dancers,she wondered why Serena couldn't keep her hands to herself.She wondered if it meant Serena wanted to do "it" with him,after hands were going places... The not-so innocent Anna figured there would be no easy way to bring this up and decided to leave it be,as long as Serena wasn't to drunk or ...busy to drive her home.

[Sawyer Cooper]

"If you could be any animal, what one would you be?" Sawyer blinked, his amusement locked tight behind chocolate brown orbs. He was cautious not to poke fun at her -- mainly because he assumed she was easily offended -- but he couldn't resist a small trickle of laughter, echoing and entwining itself with Serena's. "A pussy cat, of course. What about you Annie? Isn't a... wolf quite befitting of your personality?" Right on cue; the perfectly-spoken response. A crooked smile tugged at the corners of his lips; the silly little game had been over before it begun, the queen could not be disregarded so easily. The fact only brought to further justice when she slipped her hand effortlessly into his and began to ease him from his seat.

"A wolf sounds just fine to me." Sawyer threw the remark over his shoulder as Serena pulled him away, the sudden curiosity that Annamarie was one of his own kin quickly stifled as the duo made their way to the mob of sweaty, narrow-minded people that made up the majority of the room. He'd never been one for dancing, but he felt no hesitation -- it was a club with brash, repetitious beats; it wasn't difficult to figure yourself out, especially with someone like Serena, who seemed perfectly keen to take the mantle, at your hips. Of course it wasn't a surprise when her hands began to travel the length of of his thighs, but as she pulled him closer he gradually grew more grateful for the type of pants he had donned this evening.

When she pressed his lips against his, forcefully, Sawyer's brow knitted together the slightest bit and his eyes closed tight with sudden and abrupt hunger; to see more, taste more, feel more, more, more, more. He planted one hand gingerly at the dip of her lower-back, and the other on her hip, innocently enough. Electricity throbbed through his skull as she graced his lips with a small tug and pulled away. Her moves were practiced, her contact was sensational, and Sawyer slowly began to realize that he was overwhelmed. He felt like a chess-club, marching band geek, asked to dance by the prom queen, or a situation of similar mismatch.

Her fingers ran up his shirt, her nails trailing fine lines of sensation and warmth, coaxing a small breathy chuckle from his lips. His eyes slowly opened, but remained half-lidded, and he bent his head, pulling her the slightest bit closer as he did so. Lips hovering only a hair-length away from, and occasionally brushing, her skin, Sawyer traced a slow, warm trail of breath down the length of her jaw, her neck, and then her shoulder-blade, where he returned the small nip. A hand fell gingerly from her back to her hip, the other, not so innocently, sliding down the length of her thigh and exploring the boundary where beautiful cloth met smooth, enticing skin. He raised his mouth to her ear, a small smirk playing on his lips. "God, girl... I think you're overestimating my self-control." He whispered, his voice deep and low; a baritone purr.

[Serena McKenzie]

((Just thought I'd point out, Annie, that they walked there. Serena might not be the brightest person, but she's not that stupid. She wouldn't drive there knowing she'd have to drive back under the influence.))

"God girl... I think you're overestimating my self-control." A slow smirk crossed her lips, her hand clenching slightly on his stomach, nails just ever so slightly digging into his skin. Her hips gyrated against his, grinding in a way that closely resembled activities better left in privacy. Or to music videos, apparently; Brittany Spears and Lady Gaga had no problems giving the audience a demonstration of what they enjoyed in bed (the correct answer being: anything). His hot breath ran down her skin, and a shock of pleasure rushed through her. While she hadn’t been paying much attention to the thrumming beat in the background, something caught her attention about this one. An “old” popular, and something that made her grin. “I Got A Feeling.” Oh, Serena definitely had a feeling that this night was going to be a good one. Through his movements alone, she already had an idea how he would be, and just the thought of it made her shudder ever so slightly in the anticipation.

”I didn’t overestimate anything.” She grinned, her mouth brushing against the skin of his neck until her teeth nipped his earlobe. ”I was merely...” Her words trailed off as her hands ran down the thighs of his pants, rubbing them before her fingers found his pockets and hooked themselves in them. ”Estimating how long you could last.” Her whisper was a purr in his ear, soft and alluring. It was also followed by a quick jerk as she brought his hips closer to her own, pulling him by the pockets with a teasing grin. By now her face was tilted in front of his, and she leaned in, pressing her warm and full lips against his. As the kiss became more heated, Serena’s eye fluttered open, roaming to see the younger, and quiet seemingly bored, teenager by herself. ’Just give the big girls a moment to play.’ Her thoughts echoed through her head, knowing full well Annie couldn’t hear them. She smirked before her eyes closed again, hands moving from the front pockets to the back, allowing her to get a nice idea of what his backside looked like not so... clothed.

Serena knew she had him. Not only had the rhetorical fish bitten the rhetorical hook, but he had also swallowed it, and it was mid-way through his stomach. There was no escaping now. A sudden, drawn out squeeze to his rear was the only poor indication that a sudden change was about to occur. Pulling her hands from his pockets, she turned her body smoothly, completely ignoring him for the time being. She didn’t want this one to burn out so quickly, she planned on heating and cooling him off all night long. Or, at least until they left the bar. Her own yearning she pushed aside for now, and she grinned at Annie. ”So, Annie, was there anything you really want to do here?” As her words floated through the air, her hand reached out, gently taking Sawyer’s and pulling him towards her. The poor guy was likely disoriented from the sudden lack of attention. It was like leading a pet around with one of those laser pointers for hours, then just... stopping. For no reason. ”I mean, you really don’t seem like you’re having that much... fun.” Whenever Serena was happy and excited, her tone always took on that purr, and now was no exception. She allowed Sawyer’s arms to roam her body, directing his arms around her body and to her torso before releasing him. Her own hands floated back to his pockets, and again her fingers hooked in them, holding him there.
”Whatever you want to do. You know you just have to ask...” She smiled, though it was really only half innocent.

She honestly didn’t care what they did now. Serena had a pretty good idea that Sawyer was going to follow her around like a lost puppy dog for hours, if she only played it right. She couldn’t let him become bored. On the same hand, she wasn’t entirely sure just how riled up she should get him again. There was only so much a guy could take before he just snapped; then the next thing you know, you’re being escorted home because there was an ‘unfortunate’ accident in which clothes were suddenly removed in public, and someone’s poor car became dirtier than it’d gambled for. Of course, this had never happened to Serena before. ... Well, it wasn’t her fault –entirely-, at least.

She tilted her head, hair parting and giving Sawyer the perfect access to her neck. The indication was clear, and she made a small noise. ”We could always go for... a run. In the park, or woods.” She smirked, watching Annie with a single eye, the other closing as she allowed herself to drift slightly in her lust.

((P.S. Plus, it's difficult entertaining her new male friends while she's driving ... Lawl. ... I love my whore =3 . ))

[Sawyer Cooper]

"I didn’t overestimate anything." Her mouth on his skin sent cooling chills down his warm body, like aloe vera on a particularly nasty sunburn. His body ached with lust, his skull buzzed with pleasure, and he closed his eyes, letting himself fall, if only for a moment, into a state of pure nirvana, spiked throughout with doses of throbbing anticipation. A nip to his ear shattered the mere second of bliss, and he opened his eyes slowly. "I was merely... estimating how long you could last." His lips fluttered with the beginning of a soft smirk, before Serena tugged his hips closer and pressed her own mouth against his, hands smoothly finding their way to his back pockets. Sawyer's senses erupted with burning hunger once more and he suddenly became aware of his hands, back at her hips, and the fabric they toyed with. His thumbs worked in ginger, large circles against the silver dress. He imagined it was rather uncomfortable, and briefly wondered if it was easy to get out of.

The hands in his back pockets tightened their hold, and Sawyer let his eyes flicker open the slightest bit. Serena's gaze had flitted elsewhere, and his chocolate orbs gleamed with a prelude to understanding. Swiftly, the object of his current affection turned and left him. Sawyer watched her retreating form with the corners of a grin still tugging at his mouth. The sweet, tantalizing taste of her still lingered on his lips, and he knew he had to have her. Had to explore her, know what made her shiver. He stepped after her with only brief hesitation, hunger and lust dimming to desire and ache, waiting to be rekindled.

"So, Annie, was there anything you really want to do here?" Serena took hold of his hand as she spoke and pulled him closer. Taking up position behind her, his arms softly embraced her body, hands placed lightly upon her core. "I mean, you really don’t seem like you’re having that much... fun." He swayed their bodies slightly, coaxing Serena into sync with his hips and hands. "Whatever you want to do. You know you just have to ask..." A slight tilt of the head, and Sawyer's gaze fell to the vulnerable, enticing skin of her neck. Bending his head, completely ignoring his sister's presence -- or anyone elses' in the club -- he reigned in his hunger and brushed his mouth against her ear, then slowly down to her neck. His lips began working against her skin, both tender and forceful at the same time. He could feel his lust crescendoing, and he pressed his palms softly into Serena's core, hands kneading gently.

"We could always go for... a run. In the park, or woods." Sawyer finally pulled away, leaving a small, slightly purple mark behind. He wasn't sure if the question was directed solely at him, or if Serena was still addressing Annamarie as well. He raised his mouth back to her ear, lips briefly sucking at the lobe before he whispered with a hint of tease. "Aren't the woods a little... dirty?" A smirk played on his lips and a thick hum struck up in his throat, deep and almost inaudible.