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Post by *nike* on Aug 9, 2010 0:18:38 GMT -5
Just because an immortal didn't need to eat, didn't mean that they didn't like to eat. Or at least for Nike that was the case. Although that also didn't mean that she knew how to cook. Unless cooking only included frozen pizzas, hotdogs, and macaroni and cheese. And to verify, that was the blue boxed Kraft variety. Not even the real, made-by-yourself kind. Half the time, the boxed kind was even put to shame by the goddess. Whether it was too crusty, too runny or sadly, too burnt. And yes, Nike could confirm that you really could burn macaroni and cheese.
She could bake though. Which was a little odd because most people usually claimed that cooking was easier, at least in some cases. She couldn't cook chicken, but she could bake a perfect apple pie. She couldn't cook crab either, but her creme brûlée was near perfection. Not that the girl really liked creme brûlée, but she'd been told by anyone that she had made it for that it was excellent. Cupcakes were her speciality, maybe because she preferred them even over a good old layered double chocolate chip cake. It wasn't as if they were way better than all the other desserts, but maybe because she liked how cute they were. Which was again a little stupid, but that was the reason that she loved them, plain and simple.
Sadly though, dessert came after dinner. And dinner had to be made, no matter what it was. "Red Baron or Tostinos...Red Baron or Tostinos?" Nike repeated the question to herself, as if that would help make up her mind. She was beyond indecisive when it came to any choice. And that included the choice of Red Baron or Tostinos. Because both were utterly mediocre in flavor, and she'd had Tostitos for the past seven days for lunch, and Red Baron for the past seven nights for dinner. Maybe she could switch it up, Tostinos for dinner and then Red Baron for lunch. Ooh exciting! Nike groaned sarcastically, sliding to the floor. Her seat on the floor was apparently irritating because she earned multiple glares from various people passing by. The goddess refused to acknowledge this though. Instead, there she sat, lips pursed, eyebrows furrowed and a stubborn look on her face. It shouldn't have been this hard, but the girl found that it was.
Sitting in the aisle quickly progressed to laying face down in the aisle. She was still a bit surprised to find that no one had come to kick her out of the store yet. She credited that to the fact that this was a small local grocery store. Walmart it was not, and for that, Nike was greatful. Too many annoying people to deal with there. Tilting her head up, she noticed something that caught her eye. "Screw dinner, ice cream works just as well." She announced to herself.
Now the question remained..What kind of ice cream? Okay, actually Nike found that an easy one to answer. Coffee. Haagen Dazs style. Which was almost the best type of coffee ice cream. The best still remained the Coffee Lovers at Coldstone Creamery. Pushing herself back up to her feet, she yanked open the freezer door. Fishing for the right container, she pulled out a quart of coffee ice cream. Nike was already planning ahead. Leftover ice cream was acting as tomorrow's lunch. Sad, but unfortunately, oh-so true.
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Post by jacob on Aug 9, 2010 16:23:30 GMT -5
Telling Jacob Titus that he had to sit at an assigned table was like telling Napoleon Bonaparte that he had to be six feet tall, it just was not going to happen. The little camp that he was using more as an entertainment source than a home tried to impose such a rule on him. All he did was go down there to get a snack. He saw one of the Athena girls he’d pissed off the other day and thought that his presence would perk up her day. Actually he thought it would anger her slightly, but it was fun getting under smart kids’ skin! He was asked to move to his table and that was enough for him to know that was his last shot at a “meal” there.
As he walked along the crowded Manhattan sidewalk, he was toying around with a few people who gave him rude looks. Flashing purple eyes or giving women a moment of arousal they didn’t see coming was enough to clear him a path for sure. He was using his power to the smallest extent, but he did wonder about a conversation he’d had with Nike a few nights ago. He tried theoretically altering his powers but without someone to try them and report how they felt, it was nearly impossible to make progress. It would have to be someone he trusted, but everyone he trusted he liked too much to use his powers on. It was quite the conundrum indeed.
Again, lonely thoughts could lead even the most emotionally controlled person to the same place, the grocery store. That’s right, nowhere else in the world could eat their sorrows away like the glorious United States of America! Kids starve daily while fat people gorge themselves. In the mean time those that can and should eat are worried about getting too fat. There are more supplements to lose weight than there are to provide essential nutrients. Ah, the glorious red, white, and blue! A beacon of light and hypocrisy amidst of the darkness of logic and common sense! The truth was, JT hated this place, but he didn’t have the means, so for now, he’d deal with it.
Automatically opening double doors was one of Jacob’s favorite inventions of all times. Why weren’t more things automatic? One thing that was not automatic was this meal that was about to be cooked. He had to stop fooling around and started to sift through various groceries and filling up his small hand-held basket. Soon he was done and slid through the checkout line, smiling at his bag of groceries that would make for one very tasty, yet lonely meal. Just one problem though, on his way out the door, he realized he forgot his receipt! JT wasn’t a rich guy, so keeping receipts was a party of daily life that most people of course didn’t have in common with him.
After grabbing it his eyes levitated to the left most aisle in the store, the freezer aisle. It was one that he hadn’t gone to because his recipe did not call for anything frozen. He used many fresh ingredients so he wasn’t surprised he missed it. What did catch his eyes was a pair of beautiful legs down that aisle that seemed strangely familiar. His memory when it came to beautiful women was beyond compare, and those legs combined with long dark, layered hair could only lead to one person. He quickly made his way down the aisle and crept up behind Nike before whispering in her ear. “You can have that ice cream for dinner, or you can come join me and I’ll take care of everything for you.” He was sure to be on his toes when he started speaking though. Nike was strong enough to send him through the other side of the store with a swift strike. He was leaning on his hope that she could recognize his voice and not kill him. Then again, her recognizing his voice might be enough to earn a bruise anyways, he wasn’t sure.
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Post by *nike* on Aug 10, 2010 1:47:42 GMT -5
Coffee ice cream was arguably the best kind of ice cream in the goddess' opinion. It was creamy, which wasn't any different from other flavors. The coffee flavor in general was a great on it's own, and not to mention it acted as a great caffeine fix. And if there was one thing that Nike loved the most, it was caffeine. Almost in any form, although she did prefer it in some type of drink made at a coffee shop. Although her personal one-cup cappuchino maker at her house didn't do a terrible job either. It saved money, which was always a plus even though she didn't really need to keep a budget.
It was also less arguably the best dinner. The girl didn't mind eating it for dinner, but she still would have preferred something a little more..well dinner-like. Not that that was correct grammar, but she wasn't sure how else to describe it. And plus, she was sure that if she had described that to someone else that they would have gotten it. Even if they didn't, well it didn't matter anyways since she was debating with herself. Debating with herself..That made her sound a little more than crazy, but well, she needed someone to have these conversations with. They were a daily part of how she decided on things, and without them she would be standing in front of the freezer for hours, wondering what kind of ice cream to get.
One of her most recent debates was one about a certain black-haired demigod. Well maybe a very very dark brown. She wasn't really sure, but she considered it a black for the most part. Obviously not in that disturbing gothic way, but more that mysterious, and yes she'd admit somewhat kind of sexy way. Or even possibly cute way. If she was going to choose, she would definately say it was more adorable or cute than sexy. And adorable, in her book, was a very good thing. Okay, the ranting needs to stop, Nike instructed herself, almost smacking herself on the forehead. She had had quite a few rambling sessions about JT in the past couple of hours and she was starting to think that it was a tad unnecessary.
The soft footsteps went unnoticed by Nike, who was still a bit preoccupied. Normally she would have picked up on them without even trying, but she was starting to wonder if maybe Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough would be a better option for now. It wasn't that she didn't want the coffee variety, but she was thinking that maybe since she'd had coffee every time she'd gotten ice cream for the past two months that maybe she'd switch that up as well. This debate was probably the reason that Nike didn't notice another presence until someone whispered in her ear. She didn't scream in surprise, but she did turn around fast enough to most likely knock the person in the head with her frozen quart of ice cream. "Okay, that was beyond creepy." She exhaled, her mind finally making the connection of who it was.
An actual dinner didn't sound half-bad to Nike. Well actually, it sounded amazing. It had truthfully been years since she had had a homecooked meal. Well unless a restaurant meal counted, which Nike figured that it didn't. She might consider it one after all the frozen pizzas she'd had, but somehow she was thinking that JT would disagree.
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Post by jacob on Aug 10, 2010 15:06:25 GMT -5
Jacob had to try really hard not to laugh at how it worked out. He should have been relieved that she didn’t make a hole in his chest, but hearing her voice brought a smile. It was what she said, that had a lot of merit that made him want to laugh. “By beyond creepy… do you mean it’s flirting with that sort of sexy category?” he asked with a shining smile now peeking around her shoulder. She didn’t appear to have done anything special with her appearance tonight, but JT thought she was absolutely gorgeous. Gently, he pulled at her waist to back her away from the door, allowing it to gently shut. It was cold next to this door and Jacob’s eyes were coating themselves with a tinge of gray over the blue. “Come on Nike, you know I’m only being silly. I’m serious about treating you to dinner though, why don’t you just join me and we’ll have a great time,” he half asked, half was making a good case. He knew that if she didn’t have anything better to do she would join him, but he couldn’t be sure that was the case. He was starting to make himself believe that Nike had other plans. Realistically, more men probably wanted her than women who wanted him. He was definitely a handsome guy and a smooth talker, but there had been at least two moments when he felt that Nike was out of his league. What were the odds that she was alone for the evening? He was already accepting of the fact that he’d be eating alone, but now seeing Nike, the thought of it crushed his spirit. Nervously he fiddled with his shirt. Looking down at himself quickly, he was at least satisfied with what he was wearing. Of course JT could dress, but he didn’t think about it too much. He just sort of, well he had his style and he stuck to it basically. He did dress a little more upscale than most, but nothing to the point of being conceited. Today he was wearing his modern fit MK2 fresh blue express shirt and dark tinted denim jeans. Just another day for JT, but for some men, this would probably be them dressing up. Good thing he was from the apple, where fashion was the norm. OOC Info: This is his outfit! Please let it load twice so the color of the shirt can change. Very crucial lol.
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Post by *nike* on Aug 10, 2010 23:31:08 GMT -5
Nike glared at JT, playfully pointing her ice cream container at him. "Don't you dare laugh at me." She threatened, although her statement lacked any actual anger, or any suggestion for what she might do if he did laugh. They both knew that she wouldn't really hurt him. Well, not necessarily. She might stomp on his foot or punch him in the shoulder, but not enough for it to actually hurt. Nike hadn't exactly perfected the amount of strength to use when punching a demigod. They were a bit more delicate than a god so it was hard for her to judge what would hurt, and what would knock them off their feet. "I'm pretty sure that I just mean creepy." The goddess nodded, glancing over at his brilliant smile. Or at least one that she considered brilliant, definately dreamy sigh worthy, if that wouldn't embarrass her, but it would so she refrained from the sigh.
The goddess opened her mouth to protest, but clamped it shut again as JT pulled her closer to him. And sadly, further away from the ice cream freezer. Tilting her head to the side, she considered it. Although she knew that there wasn't much to consider about it. She could either go home and eat some ice cream, or there was the option of a cute boy making her dinner. One sounded utterly more interesting than the other, but that didn't mean that she couldn't make JT sweat it out a little bit.
Despite the fact that he came off smooth, Nike could easily tell that he was a little less sure of himself then when he had first suggested dinner. Okay his eyes were starting to make her feel bad. Stupid cute eyes, She grumbled, even though she hardly found them stupid at all. She found them anything, but stupid. Cute, adorable, an array of other words. Turning around, she reopened the freezer, switching the coffee ice cream for a simple vanilla. "I'll make dessert," She smiled, offering up that as her confirmation that she would go to dinner with him.
The nervous fiddling was something that Nike decided to use to her advantage. "Anybody ever tell you that you're adorable when you're nervous?" She whispered in his ear, sliding one finger along his jaw line. It was what she was going to consider revenge for making her blush so much the other day. He was observing his own apparal as if wondering whether or not it was suitable for his invitation. Well hers probably didn't match up. It wasn't terrible, but it pretty much did act as the perfect outfit for sitting on the couch eating ice cream while watching maybe...Two Weeks Notice? Her outfit consisted of a white cardigan, a creme colored camisol and a light pair of jeans. Well that and sneakers, but they just lessened her undate-worthy appearance even more.
Outfit: Since you did it, I guess I can play this outfit game too! Nike's Outfit
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Post by jacob on Aug 12, 2010 12:27:18 GMT -5
When Nike playfully threatened JT with a carton of ice cream, JT could only manage to open his mouth, in the hopes that she’d feed it to him. He knew it wasn’t going to happen, certainly not in the grocery store so he quickly shut his mouth. With him now creeping over her shoulder and smiling at her, she told him she only meant creepy. Of course he knew that she didn’t mean it. Since the first time he met Nike to the first time they kissed, he never really took some of the things she said at face value.
Her eyes told the real story, and this was Jacob’s specialty. He was very well aware of when people were studying his looks, especially women. With Nike though, it was more than flattering for her to look at him this way. She seemed to be studying his smile, and obviously not because he had something in his teeth. JT was very hygienic so he doubted that could be the case. It was still pretty strange for someone so beautiful to admire his looks. He knew rightfully in his mind that it should be the other way around. He was too worried about whether or not she’d accept his date offer to really take in her beauty the way he’d like to, so it would have to wait.
The waiting was really getting to him. He had been his usual joking self, doing his best to charm his way into a date with Nike. At this point even his seriousness drew some quiet seconds that felt like hours. Damn at this rate, the grocery store would close and they would be stuck in the freezer aisle! Actually he was being overdramatic; it really was just a few seconds since he told her that he was serious about cooking her dinner. For one moment though, the idea of being stuck in a grocery store flashed in JT’s mind. At least they would not starve that evening! Could have been very fun, but he really would prefer to cook and enjoy his own apartment.
At this point she had complete control over his psyche. His ego was now attached to her response to his invitation. She held it in her hand, with a string wrapped around her finger just like a yoyo. Suddenly she was no longer looking at his handsome smile or striking eyes, but she turned away from him altogether. The yoyo was thrown down, and he felt his heart go with it. Then when she put the ice cream back, it rolled right back up, he was in great shape again! That must have meant she’d come with him! Then when she grabbed another ice cream, it went back down, this time nearly all the way to the ground. She chose the ice cream over him apparently.
Finally, after watching his ego and fate for the night bounce up and down at Nike’s whim, her fingertip control over him was finally let up when she wrapped her palm around the yoyo, apparently not willing to spin it down again. “My kitchen is your kitchen he said,” which was about the least he wanted to do. He was SO excited she would actually come with him. Her offer to cook desert was like, no pun intended, icing on the cake. He wanted to explode into excitement, but for now he tried his best to play it cool. He wanted to be Nike’s date for the night, not a charity case who won dinner with a celebrity.
Obviously Nike was every bit as perceptive as JT was because she picked up on his nervousness messing with his clothes. Great, he fell into a trap that so many women fell into when dealing with him. He was going t have to be far more composed than this if she was ever going to take him seriously. What exactly did he mean by that? Take him seriously as just a date? That wasn’t exactly what he had in mind and that shook him up nearly as much as he sexy teasing. “You know I think I like it better when you take control like that,” he said with a smirk. Ooooh she had to know she was driving him crazy right now. Between the nervousness, excitement, and physical desire to have her, his emotions were running rampant under his now collected face.
At some point, they were going to have to get going to his apartment, and JT knew that. Still, he could enjoy her right here in the freezer aisle all night. What he could do and should do were two different things though. It was time to collect himself and get back to what the aim of the night was. “Alright, well since you’re using ice cream for dessert, we had better get going so it doesn’t melt,” he said turning away from her, loosening her grip of control over his arousal. It was interesting escaping the natural form of his own power. As he turned away he reached back and pulled on her cardigan, bringing her body close to his again. He turned around one last time, “Just because I liked you being in control doesn’t mean I’ll let it be that way forever,” he said with a three quarter smile and then turned away again to the checkout line.
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Post by *nike* on Aug 13, 2010 2:39:00 GMT -5
Nike bit down on her lip, trying to contain the laugh that was threatening to escape. Apparently biting on your lip led to utter failure because the goddess still managed a small giggle before clamping her mouth shut. She was in fact, laughing at him, but only because she found the way his mouth hung open, very funny. She could only guess what he was thinking, but she was thinking that her guess would be pretty close to the truth. Just the way that he was looking at her was a hint in itself, and his charming smile was an indication to what he was thinking as well. Sorry to disappoint, Although, to herself, it was obvious that she wasn't all that sorry, since she was still biting back another laugh.
She hadn't thought she was staring, but the way JT seemed to be acknowledging it, she just might have been. She managed to not blush in embarrassment, but that didn't mean she wasn't embarrassed. There was no way to play it off, even if she claimed that she was just zoning out. The boy seemed to know when she was lying, which was a little bit unfortunate, but the goddess happened to like it more than she disliked it. She appreciated the fact that at least he could see past just what she was saying. Not everyone was good at interpreting words that weren't spoken verbally. She was sure that he had been doing that the other day, when the two of the them were at the creek.
The demigod wasn't the only one who was good at interpreting. Nike had done her fair share of it during her abnormally extended lifetime. Although he was probably doing his best to keep his face looking confident, she could tell that he was unsure as to what her response would be. Did she really look like she had plans? A quick glance at her outfit should have told him otherwise. The only other reason that she would turn him down was if she didn't enjoy his company, and the girl thought that it was pretty obvious that she did. Well sometimes it was, but othertimes she could understand how he might think that she didn't. But she figured their kiss the other day pretty much confirmed that she did like being around him.
Okay, so she'd admit it, she liked it that his mood was practically dependent on her decision. Nike'd also admit that she really didn't want to turn his mood into a bad one, for two reasons. One: She really would enjoy dinner with him. And Two: She really didn't want to hurt him with a rejection. The goddess had no idea what he looked like when someone hurt him, but she didn't really want to find out. "Well thank you, for that." A small flash of a smile crossed her lips to accompany the thank you. Her own kitchen was a little under used. Well, no, that wasn't true. It just wasn't used for cooking any proper meals that actually constituted as home made.
The constructed smirk earned itself an eyeroll from the brunette. Smirks annoyed her to a point, but she found this one less annoying than most. She probably found it this way because as JT stated, she was the one who was in control of the situation for now. Somehow she figured that the feeling wouldn't last for long, but she was still enjoying it while it did last. Despite his control, Nike could tell that she was affecting him a bit more than JT probably liked. "I thought you might," She smiled innocently, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek just to irk him.
Ah, and so the fun was over. Apparently someone wasn't too happy with playing a game where he wasn't at least part way in control. "Fine, but I still need some strawberry jello mix," She agreed, already planning out what she would make for dessert. Her choice was a strawberry cake, which by past popular vote, was an excellent treat. Not to mention, JT could provide the actual strawberries necessary for the cake. "Of course," Nike rolled her eyes, purposefully stepping on JT's foot before he turned around and walked towards the front of the store.
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Post by jacob on Aug 15, 2010 17:52:17 GMT -5
These two just didn’t know how to give each other an easy time. Everything had to be a game of back and forth between them. Of course Risk was their favorite, but it was turning into a much quicker paced game of “Sorry!” where the opponents took turns hurting the other’s progress towards their goal. There was little safety in the game, and at any moment an advantage held could turn into an advantage lost. The only difference was that game counted a lot on luck, and this one was more about skill and charm to get the upper hand. JT felt that he had the advantage in skill, but the charm edge certainly belonged to Nike. From his flashing smiles, to her kisses on the cheek, the sweet whispers in each other’s ear to the stepping on the feet, one thing was clear: this was going to be a long night. He thought he was going to make the last move by pulling her in and informing her that he would eventually take back control. Well, he was half way right. She responded by stepping on his foot. It didn’t hurt too much, and it was actually good because that let him know that she didn’t have too many options left at that point. “Charming,” he told her, resorting to his usual picking on her. Turning into another aisle, he waved his hand towards a large display of jell-o. There was more here than anyone really needed. Seriously, there were like thirty different flavors. That was just for the “regular” jell-o apparently. Aside from just those thirty, there was the sugar free kind that had its own set of flavors, and then you couldn’t forget the reduced fat style with the lighter colors on the boxes. If that wasn’t enough, sodium reduction could be had from the boxes with the yellow band proudly announcing lower sodium levels. Did it really matter? Sure JT ate healthy, but this was jell-o we’re dealing with. All these healthy options for desert when people just ate at McDonald’s anyways. Jacob just rolled his eyes at the exorbitant amount of jell-o to choose from and patiently waited for Nike to choose the one she wanted the best. He might have had a preference if there were five choices, but market proliferation pushed him to the brink of indifference. After she made her selection, he was going to accept it no matter what. Stupid jell-o! Finally he could go to the checkout line and get to the part of the night his patience was dragging him towards like a fish on the end of a reel. Jacob was so done with this grocery store, he put handed the lady at the register five dollars and put the ice cream and jell-o in the bag himself, not even caring about his change. Besides the fact that he’d been here for a while, his stomach was starting to let him know that it’d been waiting long enough. Also, he didn’t want his groceries going bad either. But let’s be real, the main reason he was ready to go was because he was excited about what the rest of the night would hold. The more time spent in the grocery store, the less time spent treating Nike like the queen she is to him. Holding his groceries in one hand, he held the door open for her in another. The best part about letting her walk out first was getting to look at her as she did it. Her body was certainly something serious; John Mayer would have helped him describe it as a wonderland, had he ever heard that song. He tried not to let his eyes wander too much before he could get caught. He let go of the door and picked his eyes back up, hoping it wasn’t too late. If it was, he tried to quickly walk beside her and change the subject. “My apartment is just up the block, no more than a minute away. I got lucky enough to live next to a grocery store because I love to cook,” he said with a smile. It was also good because it wouldn’t be fun carrying these groceries too far. “I live right here on 3rd and 65th, in the infamous Manhattan House," he said. The place was beautiful, and very historic. It was built shortly after the Second World War and JT appreciated this fact every time he walked through the classic library. “That’s it up ahead. What do you think?” he asked with his hand stretched out towards the large building than held his humble home.
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Post by *nike* on Aug 16, 2010 2:36:10 GMT -5
The game of Candyland was also a good comparison to their current relationship. You picked a colored card until you made it to the end. Unless of course you happened to pick one of the character coded cards, which either sent you backwards or forwards on the board. Maybe the game of Apples to Apples was a better comparison though. It was half about luck, and it was half about how you chose to play your cards. Although, that game required more than just two players. In the game, each player held seven cards, with one special green card in the middle of the group. Each person had to try and pick one of there cards that the middle card described best. After everyone put in their card, then the judge would decide which one worked best. Nike felt that that game was oddly similar to what JT and she were doing now. Both played their cards equally well, but half of the time Nike thought she was just throwing down random cards and winning the round with a stroke of luck. Unfortunately for her, she thought that JT was always a bit ahead of her. She was almost entirely sure that none of his winnings were based on luck or guessing.
Charming? Hardly. But the goddess knew that the demigod didn't really find it charming either. It was simply one of their normal exchanges in which one made fun of the other. She was used to it by now, and honestly, she found it highly entertaining. She thought that it was just another one of those things that made them quite a unique pair. And it was unique in the very best of ways. Nike thought, if anything, that it only made their quirky relationship better. Relationship? Nike questioned herself, wondering what exactly that word could describe. She had used it for lack of a better word. And technically what they had did constitute as a relationship. Although there were quite a few definitions for the word relationship.
The most common definition was, or at least the one that this girl thought was common, was the one that stated a relationship was the mutual dealings, connections, or feelings that exist between two parties, countries, people, etc.(I quote an online dictionary ;]). The brunette wasn't sure that she wanted that definition as the one that described what JT and she had. She wasn't quite sure what the boy was thinking about that though. What exactly were they? Or were they anything? Did a kiss and a date count for anything in his book? After mentally scolding herself for a moment, Nike turned back to reality. "Aren't I though?" She smiled sweetly, a small strand of hair falling in her face as she spoke.
Following after the boy, she turned down the ailse that practically only consisted of jello. It wasn't the largest grocery store around, but it had the basics and luckily, it had the jello. Another thing that the immortal found lucky was that JT chose to walk in front of her. She wasn't opposed to checking out a cute boy from behind. That was typically one of those things that a guy did, but any honest girl would admit that they did it too. Nike would admit it, that was for sure. Or at least she would admit it to herself.
Studying the jellos half-heartedly, she plucked a random generic brand from the selection. Her cake didn't require a specific type and there was a reason for that. If it did, she might have to spend time running around to a bunch of different stores just to find one, small item. Glancing to her right, she noticed an eyeroll from JT. "Annoyed?" She asked, assuming that was the reason for the eyeroll. There wasn't really another reason for rolling a person's eyes. Well unless it was in a playful manner, but Nike didn't see what exactly he would be playful about at that moment.
Fishing around in her pocket, Nike pulled out her wallet, set to pay for the two items. But JT beat her to it, which she frowned at. It wasn't that she didn't think that that wasn't nice and sweet, it was just that she didn't like it when people paid for her. The woman at the cash register mumbled something about 'kids these days' as she picked up JT's money. "Thank you," Nike smiled at the cashier, her voice naturally keeping a friendly tone. Being polite was something that she held in high standards for herself. Well, at least when she was dealing with a stranger.
"Thanks, A special smile was reserved for the demigod. She was all for chivalry, well except when it involved paying for her. The immortal thought it was especially sweet coming from JT. The chivalry, that was, not paying for her, which was why she still fished a five dollar bill out of her wallet. Walking past him, she reached out sliding the money into his front pocket easily. Had she not had to dig through her wallet then it probably wouldn't have been all that obvious.
Nike was greatly aware that the boy was checking her out as she walked by, and that only made her cheeks flush a delicate red. Blushing had turned into a very common thing when she was around JT. Poor girl's cheeks were going to turn a permanent shade of red. The blushing was the reason for her not pointing out that she had noticed what he was doing. If she had, then she would have had to acknowledge the blushing, no doubt.
The goddess walked beside him, tucking her hands into her jean pockets. She honestly wouldn't have minded if his apartment was further away, considering that it was a nice night. Although, Nike was sensing that her company was a little impatient to get back to his apartment. There could be any number of reasons for that, but she was secretly wondering whether or not his were similar to her own reasons. "It's very...you." Was what she settled on. There were a lot of things that could describe the place, but honestly, she felt that her choice was an accurate description. "And, that's a good thing." Nike quickly added, not wanting to offend. And she truthfully meant it as a good thing.
Tags; JT Word Count; 1083 Comments;Just wanted to try this little end format thing out. Also, I broke a thousand, sorry if I rambled!
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Post by jacob on Aug 20, 2010 15:46:05 GMT -5
Holding the door open had its pluses and its minuses for sure. Growing up in the big apple, JT could get some bad looks opening the door for these rude girls. Every now and again though, he’d open it for a tourist and they’d be really appreciative. Apparently Nike wasn’t from around here either because she didn’t give him that snotty attitude and some lecture about how she could open the door for herself.
Her priceless smile would have been worth a lecture anyways. That smile was exactly why he got the door in the first place. It wasn’t that Nike couldn’t get the door for herself, obviously because she had JT’s strength times a thousand. He opened the door because she didn’t have to open it, and neither did he. He did it because he wanted to, and that pretty little smile was because she wanted to give it to him as well. He just knew he would do anything to see it again.
Speaking of wanting to see it again, damn this girl could look good behind a silhouette or on the side of a skyscraper’s billboard alike. Her smile was precious as it was but then this body of hers stole the show as she passed him by. He paid it so much attention he barely even noticed that she was trying to put something in his pocket.
He really didn’t want her to pay him back but he did want her hands on him in any way. He mentally reminded himself to check what was in there later. For now all he could manage was “Hello,” that escaped his mouth for no good reason as he watched her pass him. Like a little school boy with a crush he caught up to her just to be next to her. He better pull the reigns in or else he wouldn’t focus enough to be able to cook a good meal.
Looking at his familiar home for the last five years since he moved out at seventeen, he did get a sense of pride seeing it. What a tumultuous time that was in Jacob’s life. He lost his mom, had no family remaining, gained his independence, but lost the security of a home. For a while he was staying the night with friends living out of a suitcase until he found work, which he wasn’t so open to talking about because no one could believe the job he did.
He wanted to laugh when she said his apartment was ‘very him’ but he didn’t quite know what that meant. Then she clarified and said it was a good thing. “Well I hope things that remind you of me are good things,” he said with a smile. He wanted to kiss her for being sweet, but he couldn’t yet because he needed to get them in the gate. He punched in a code at the front and the latch came undone. He opened this gate for her and let her in first before quickly catching up, knowing she didn’t know how to get to his exact apartment.
He led her around the side of the building on the sixty fifth street side of the complex and opened a side door. When she walked in and he did a moment later, they were greeted by a set of stairs. “I figured we’d skip the lobby. Someone’s always holding up the elevator and I’m on the second floor as it is so it’s not too bad taking the stairs.” He doubted she would care. It could get tiring taking the stairs all the time, but physical fitness was obviously not an issue with Nike.
He motioned for her to go ahead of him on the stairs. It was pretty narrow for two people to go side by side and he didn’t want to be rude if someone was coming down on their way up. As she walked up them in front of him though, needless to say the best reason for walking in front of him showed itself. Jacob was certainly appreciative right now for how women wore their jeans these days. He licked his lips a little bit, thinking to himself that he certainly appreciated the way Nike’s fit her.
He was bound to get himself in trouble eventually, just not now because it’s impossible not to see the person in front of you going up the narrow staircase. Just because he had to look though, didn’t mean he could help whether or not he enjoyed it. Looking at her this much was really going to get to him. People thought of JT as so cocky but when it came to Nike he was anything but. All he could think about was how lucky he was to have a girl this cool and that sexy actually like him back.
As they entered onto the second floor’s hall, exiting the staircase, the hall was now wider. The walls were white, but many elegant old portraits hung amongst them with a lot of history. There were inspirational paintings from the Second World War, namely a famous piece with soldiers hoisting a flag over a battlefield. He knew this one the best because it hung just to the right of his door, apartment 206. “Ah here we are,” he said in a grateful voice. He wanted to add, ‘about time!’ but he refrained.
When he put the key in he could only think about those movies. You know, where the two young adults come back to the guy’s house for the first time. They’d been playing it cool and then when they get in they just drop everything and attack each other in a moment of passion and lust. JT actually only saw this in one movie because he didn’t watch movies often, but he wondered if Nike would attack him with kisses and slam him on the couch as soon as they got in while they struggled to remove their clothes.
Well letting her in, the answer was… no. He just let her in and tried to turn away so he could let out the tiniest of laughs to himself. He didn’t really plan on attacking her either, but the thought was a fun one to have. “Well this is my place,” he said with a smile, surveying it really quickly. He didn’t plan on her coming, but thankfully JT was a very clean and orderly guy anyways so there was nothing embarrassing lying about.
His furniture consisted mostly of black leather, some grays mixed in. The place had a very modern feel to it with masculine colors about. His coffee table was a jet black frame with a smooth glass top, the centerpiece for now a Psychology book he’d left out when he went to the store for food. “This is the living room of course; the bathroom is around the corner on the left, and the bedroom to the right of that. My kitchen is over there to your left, and I’ll be putting in work over there. I can give you the tour or you can look around, whichever you like” he said with a broad smile, just glad to be home with her.
Tag: Nike the Beautiful! Words: 1,237 Notes: I swear I didn't think it'd be this long, I was ready to apologize for it being short lol.
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Post by *nike* on Aug 21, 2010 1:48:38 GMT -5
It appeared to Nike that somebody seemed to be off in his own little world. What world was that? She had absoloutly no idea. Well that wasn't completely true. She could tell without a doubt that he was checking her out, again. What kinds of thoughts were going through his head, she wasn't sure. Normally she might have been offended by the obviousness of it, or maybe even how frequent it seemed to happen. This time felt different. It felt...more flattering, and less creepy. The goddess had started to develop a distaste for when men admired her; well, maybe not much of distatste, but discomfort. She pictured herself as an athlete, not as one of those pretty girls who worked hard at the way they looked, and it showed. Her less than chic ponytail, compared to their crimped, curled, or done-up hair. Their American Eagle apparel from head-to-toe next to her boy shorts and a t-shirt. It didn't bother her, and it wasn't like she didn't find herself pretty as well, but she just saw them as two different varieties of pretty. She thought that her prettiness came from the fact that she was confident about who she was, while the other type was more of an obvious sort.
The way the demigod looked at her just made her flush the color of the strawberry jello box. This was one of those times that the goddess wished that she had left her hair down. At least that would have provided some protection from the embarrassment she felt at the moment. Don't notice it, don't notice it. She silently pleaded. In fact, she was crossing her fingers like a little kid did for luck. Luckily Nike had remembered to slide them behind her back so that she didn't embarrass herself further. If JT had seen her crossing her fingers, she probably would have had to smack herself. That, or hide behind her own hands.
Hello? The girl raised an eyebrow at that, a sparkle of amusement in her eyes, followed. "Um, hi there." She replied, a small bit of a question in her voice. The question obviously being why did he just say hello? That was more one of those things that people said at the beginning of a conversation. Well, unless you were from Hawaii where Aloha meant both hello and goodbye. Anybody that looked at him would have been able to tell that he wasn't from Hawaii. Her fingers lingered on JT's jean pocket for a moment longer than necessary, reluctant to move away. She did have some self-control though so she was able to keep walking instead of remaining there, captivated by the whole idea of him. Honestly, she probably could have done that for the whole day.
"They're great things," Nike smiled shyly, which was an odd concept for her. She wasn't a shy person, and anybody who had met her could confirm that. She wasn't shy with anyone so far as she could tell, well anyone excluding JT apparently. JT was turning out to be the exception to a lot of things. At first the goddess of victory wasn't quite sure if that was a bad thing or a good thing, but she was starting to find that she liked it, good or bad. Again she thanked him as he held open the gate for her. She was glad that she had stuck around long enough to discover that this boy wasn't at all what she had gotten from his first impression. Polite was one of the things that she hadn't expected him to be, and it was turning out that he was about as polite as a person could get anymore.
The brunette simply nodded in response, not at all bothered by the residents only entrance. She easily could have kept pace with him, but stayed a step or two behind just for the fact that she had no idea where she was going. She'd never actually been to the Manhatten House before, which wasn't that surprising since really the only reason for her to go there would be if she lived there.
Nike rolled her eyes in the slightest motion, taking the lead up the stairs. She had a sneaking suspicion that besides trying to be polite, JT also had another reason as to why he had let her go first. And that reason was far from polite, but she honestly couldn't say she minded. That still didn't mean she was going to let the boy get away with it. Turning on her heel, she took the stairs backwards. "Enjoying the view?" She smirked, satisfied that she had caught him staring. Now the best she could hope for was that she didn't trip and fall up the stairs. That would have been seriously embarrassing at this point. Any other time though she probably would have just laughed at her own clumsy move.
Following him out into the hall, Nike trailed a couple of steps behind him. This time she actually wasn't studying the demigod from behind. Instead she was studying the place itself. The walls were a dull, almost hospital white, but they didn't seem nearly as creepy as the sterile, hospital colors. It was the paintings that seemed to 'jazz the place up' a bit. Most of them had vibrant colors, and they were spread out evenly so that it wasn't just a cluttered mess.
The goddess stopped beside JT, leaning up against the wall as he turned the key inside of the lock. "Somebody's impatient," She whispered to him, a playful spark dancing in her eyes. She wasn't nearly as impatient as he seemed to be. It wasn't that she hadn't wanted to get to his apartment, but she had been content with just walking with him to the place itself.
Nike entered the apartment after him, catching the small laugh from JT. Apparently it hadn't clicked for him that she had better hearing than most. Clean. That was the first word that came to mind to describe the place. It was neat and tidy, and frankly it put Nike's house on the outskirts of town to shame. It was a big house so the mess was a little spread out, but it was still a pretty big mess all the same. After a couple thousand years of trying to keep things clean, she had gotten sick of it. So basically, everything was just thrown down where she felt it could fit. The kitchen, the main floor bathroom, and the living room were the only three clean areas in the house. The living room, because it was the first thing that people saw. The bathroom, because well generally if she invited people over then they would ask to use one. And the kitchen, because she did not want a bunch of bugs crawling into her house because of overflowing dishs or anything like that.
The goddess almost laughed at the Psychology book sitting on the coffee table. She supposed that she couldn't be all that surprised. The first time that she met him, he seemed like he could have been an amateur therapist. "I'd like the tour, please." Nike requested, her signature sweet smile accompanying the request.
Tags; JT the Amazingful! Word Count; 1243 Comments; This post probably could've been better, but oh wells! [/size][/color]
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Post by jacob on Aug 21, 2010 22:00:43 GMT -5
It was almost funny to imagine the Nike that JT met the first day he arrived at Camp Half Blood. She was already beautiful certainly, but her entire aura was shifting being around him. Every little subtle move she made just had a different feel to it. She went from Nike the friendly huggable goddess to (albeit still very friendly and huggable) sexy and charming Nike. She went from doodling on her arm to drawing an invisible line on the edge of his jean pocket. Subtleties were not going unnoticed by JT, that much he was sure of. Seeing her just as shy as he was in moments really did a lot to calm his nerves. Most of the time any anxiety he felt was about being afraid that she wouldn’t want him the way that he wanted her. Every time she put her hands on him, let her eyes meet his, couldn’t stop her voice from faltering in confidence, or even failing to prevent her cheeks from flushing did well to give him more and more confidence that she wanted him just as bad. Finally heading up the stairs he was wondering if she wanted him just as bad right now. He highly doubted it though. She didn’t have access to the view he did marching up the stairs. Of course JT let her know just how much he appreciated her perfect body with his words, but his eyes were doing all the talking now. He was just glad that her women’s jeans weren’t as obstructing as men’s wear. Her hips, her thighs, her incredible butt, all of it moved in harmony with each step. Quickly his eyes shot up to her face as she shot a look down at him, catching him in the act. With anyone else, JT may have been embarrassed, but that sexy little smirk told him he had no reason to be. He didn’t know if she was more satisfied with catching him in the act, or the act itself. “More than you know,” he said with a quick wink. Even more quickly he hopped up to the step she was on hugging her from behind. “This is the first time I’ve ever regretted not having more steps to climb,” he told her whispering in her left ear. While he spoke his body was pressed against hers. For all he cared, they could stay just like this forever. Her sweet inner thighs in his hands, her pretty cheek inches from his lips, and her round butt in his standing lap, all of it was enough to make JT wish the staircase were his new apartment. Ultimately he knew he’d have to come back to reality and he moved just one of his hands off of her thighs and gently tapped the back of leg. “Sorry for holding you up, I guess we’ll have to get there sometime, I’ll behave myself the rest of the way,” he told her though there wasn’t much assuredness in his voice. As he let her continue up the stairs it took a lot of willpower to first peel himself off of her and then keep his distance. It was driving him crazy like a starving child staring at a plate of food through a glass window he couldn’t break. Not that she was food to him, but that same sense of desire was there. Being apart from her was worse than a lot of things and apart for the moment was merely inches away. It was probably going to be official soon if it wasn’t already; he was losing his mind over her. Apparently she realized his anxiousness to get in the door, but he didn’t mind too much. If his voice didn’t give it away, surely the rest of his actions did. “You tell me how patient you’d be you got to take a beautiful goddess home… and you were me!” he quickly added knowing that Nike had the tendency to avoid his questions by finding a loophole. He didn’t really ask the question for it to be answered, but didn’t mind if she did. Her answer wouldn’t make him any more or less patient as it was. The only regret he had now was that he didn’t grab her and lose himself in a collage of kisses and de-clothing, but it was for the better. She already thought he was impatient so it was good he composed himself at least once this evening. He watched her look around the apartment, and she didn’t seem disappointed or anything, so that was good. He didn’t think she would be though; it was a typical bachelor’s apartment, clean and semi stylish, nothing uncommon. “Well if you want the tour, let’s start with the kitchen so we can put these groceries up.”He led the way over to the kitchen, which was one of his favorite places. “Well there’s not much to say about a kitchen that is different from any other kitchen. The only thing is that my refrigerator is nearly always empty because I like to cook with fresh ingredients.” As he spoke he was putting up her ice cream in the freezer before putting his entire bag in the refrigerator to keep it fresh for when he returned to cook. The jell-o he just left sitting on his black marble countertops. “Come on, let’s go see the rest of the place,” he said taking her hand and leading her back to the living room. “You’ve seen the living room; it’s somewhere I’m rarely at. I don’t watch much movies or television though that TV does have a DVD player built in on the side,” he explained as he continued walking her back into the hallway. It was a short stint until it broke into a ‘T’ shape. He stopped right in the middle of the ‘T’ shaped hallway and turned around to face her. He wanted so badly to pin her up against a wall and deliver a meteor shower of kisses from his lips’ sky. He knew he had to make up for his slight hesitation there while he contemplated stopping the tour here and just letting the walls house their passion. Collecting his breath he finally told her, “Over there to your left is the bathroom like I said, but it’s nothing major. Shower, toilet, sink, pretty standard I guess you could say.” Not too bad, he thought to himself. He was giving a fairly accurate tour considering his head was somewhere else entirely. Somewhere it shouldn’t be, but he couldn’t help that right now. He turned and slowly walked backwards to her right, gently pulling at her shirt to get her to follow. Not that she wouldn’t follow him anyways considering he was the tour guide, but he just had to have his hands on her in some form or fashion. He reached back behind himself with his right hand and turned his door knob opening the door to his room. Still he pulled her and ultimately stopped walking backwards, pulling her fully into his body and planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. While he embraced her, he extended his left leg, balancing himself on the other and pushed the door with his foot to close it behind her. His eyes never left hers so he mostly missed the room he’d become familiar with anyways. He paid no mind to the cream colored walls, the queen sized bed that donned a deep red comforter that had just one trace of gold on it. The bottom of the cover on either side had the letters ‘JT’ stitched in. His pillows were the inverse of this, gold with red ‘JT’ stitched in, all six of them on the bed. This was a housewarming gift from his father, well at least because his child support paid for it. Looking into her deep purple eyes, his converted to match hers without him being aware of it. The control he usually possessed over his own arousal was slipping like water down a slide. His chest puffed out for a moment onto hers as he bent down to grab her from the back of her legs and lift her off the ground effortlessly. It seemed it was becoming a common trend for these two, but he didn’t care, he needed her on the bed, now. He spun and faced his bed, walking over to it before gently setting her down on it. “We’ll cook in the kitchen later, right now the chef in me can’t hold back the urge to cook in here,” he said slowly climbing on top of her. He lifted her under her arms, moving her back even further onto his spacious bed. His eyes hadn’t turned away from purple yet as he finally got to let his urges flow freely instead of caging them while they sung inside of him like a birdie that just wanted to be freed. With his legs on either side of her he stood up on his knees unbuttoning his shirt that was constricting him in ways that he hated right now. Finally liberated from it he only had on a white muscle shirt to cover his otherwise freed body. He went back down to her, giving her a gentle kiss on her neck right under her ear before picking his head up a little to whisper, “It’s about time I get to explore this wonderland that is your body, no more waiting in lines.” He finished his metaphorical sentence with a gentle nibble at her ear lobe. He slowly rubbed his hands over her shoulders, gently putting his fingers between her smooth skin and the white extended cardigan. As he slid his hands back he slowly pulled it off of her a little. He wasn’t going to be able to get it off completely seeing as she was lying on her back with the rest of the cardigan under her. He picked his head up to survey her body, beautiful under her beige camisole that was form fitting on her tight body. He knew she hated his compliments verbally, but he also figured that his physical compliments weren’t any easier to take. He knew he was being unfair admiring her body so he turned his attention to those pretty eyes that got him in this trouble in the first place. Her lips sat there like two pink oases amidst the Sahara that were his from being deprived of hers for two long. Before he could relieve his lips of their pursuit of hers he bent down to give her a tiny kiss on the tip of her nose and then one on each of her rosy cheeks. Still he wasn’t done; he placed a kiss on the tip of her chin and floated his lips barely over hers, close enough for her lips to feel his breath on them. He passed them instead and kissed her forehead. This time there was no floating; his lips dragged gently along her nose and then landed themselves where they wanted to be all along, on top of hers. Funny, his lips were feeling exactly like the rest of him, just wanted to be on her. With his lips on hers he mumbled out a very quiet, “Finally.” Tag: Nike the sexy! Words: 1,930 Notes: The music made all the difference I guess.
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Post by *nike* on Aug 23, 2010 20:40:48 GMT -5
In all of her life, Nike had never acted the way she did around JT now. She was the cute, sweet and on more than one occasion, snarky goddess. Being around this boy was turning her into a flirty, witty and admittedly a bit shy, woman. Not to mention he was able to make her feel nervous, and not a lot of people could make the goddess of victory nervous. She could count on two hands the amount of people that could do it. Those people were either closely related to her or they were some very spooky gods or goddesses. Her mother especially made her nervous, because Nike was afraid that she would disappoint her. So far that hadn't happened, but there was still the possibility of it. The disturbing gods and goddesses made her nervous for obvious reasons. The majority of them were either sadistic or mentally insane. She was perfectly capable of defending herself physically, but some of them preferred to play mind games that could beat any immortal no matter how strong they were.
Unlike JT, it didn't take all that much effort for her to maintain her self-control. She had had more time then he did to work on keeping her focus. Although she still found it odd that she was doing better than him and he was the one who had an actual power to control these sorts of things for him.
But just because she managed to keep herself in check didn't mean that her mind wasn't wandering. She could easily picture the son of Dionysus trailing up the stairway behind her, a measured distance away. She was sure that the distance was intentional, and that didn't bother her because she knew the reason for it. Her fingers were tucked into her front pockets, so as to keep her hands to herself.
JT wasn't flustered in the least by her comment, like Nike may have been if he had caught her in a reverse situation. Most likely she would have been embarrassed to no end, and even stumbling over her words as she tried to come up with a good excuse. An excuse that the boy probably wouldn't buy. She laughed quietly, this time managing to minimalize the blush. That was unusual considering that his wink almost always induced a blush resulting from embarrassment or flattery. The goddess wasn't the most graceful and so she might have face-planted if not for the arms wrapped around her waist. The same thing that almost made her fall also prevented her from falling. "Exercise is good for you," She whispered back, the teasing obvious in her voice. From what she could tell, he almost most definately exercised.
Nike withdrew her hands from her pockets, running her fingers along JT's defined arms. If he did work-out, she definately didn't protest that. She also wasn't going to protest his close proximity either. "No apology necessary," A smile crept onto her lips as she leaned further back into his body. It seemed almost as if she fit perfectly into that one spot. That felt wonderful because she had never really belonged in any one place. "Really?" The immortal raised an eyebrow, less than convinced. She, for the most part, had that self-restraint, but it didn't appear that the demigod did. At least not from the way he acted. The girl was a little unsure as to if he was this way with every girl or if she was special. She was hoping for the latter, but years of experience taught her to expect the worse even if the better option was more probable.
That question was one that the goddess could have answered if he hadn't added ammended the end of the statement. She was even to the point of opening her mouth to answer. "Fine.." She grumbled, her lips forming a disappointed pout. She chose to ignore the compliment that was also snuck into his question. "I don't know considering that you never took a beautiful goddess home," Finally a decent response, even if it was a little delayed on her part.
Just like the outside of the building, JT's apartment could be described as stylish and very 'him'. For the most part everything looked acceptable in terms of color scheme. Very unlike her own place, where the furniture was mismatched and buried in a sea of clothes. For someone who didn't care much about appearances, she had a lot of clothes. How was he able to keep his place so neat? In Nike's mind, that was just ridiculous. She was lucky if when she walked in the door she didn't trip over something, and break an arm or a leg. Well that might have been an exaggeration, but at least it got the point across that the place wasn't put together.
Fresh ingredients? What was this, the Food Network? Her idea of fresh ingredients were canned soup and boxed Parmesan noodles. She couldn't help but to compare their two places which were seemingly the exact opposite. "Very nice," She commented politely, lacing her fingers in between his as he reached for her hand. His hands were soft and warm against her naturally cold skin. It wasn't one of those immortal things so much as Nike just naturally had a cold exterior even if she, herself felt warm.
"So, do you spend a lot of time here?" She asked, her tone near conversational. She was curious because it seemed that all of the demigods stayed only at the Camp, but she noted that JT was already out and moving in the city. Did he even stay at the Camp overnight? Or was he just sort of visiting for an hour or two a day? If that was the case then she stayed at the Camp more than him. She'd even slept there sometimes, either occupying a bed in the infirmery, or choosing to sleep in some other random part of the big house. Heck, she could even sleep in the Nike cabin.
The goddess nodded, letting her eyes graze the hallway. Neither of them were actually interested in the tour. He had said not to assume things about him, but she had no doubt that he would agree with her on that. His focus on the tour, or lack there-of, was an indication of it. Not to mention that his nervousness wasn't helping his case either.
Nike didn't need the encouragement that came with JT's tug on her shirt. JT on his own was all the encouragement that she needed to follow him. He somehow managed to open the door without even a look at it, which she definately couldn't have done. She could barely manage not running into the door when she was looking straight at it. Stupid push and pull doors. Not to mention the automatic ones that didn't open until the very last second, or the spinning automatic ones at the airports. Now those ones made her near claustrophobic.
"Fancy," The girl commented playfully, referring to the embroidered bedding. It actually was pretty nice though, considering that most demigods couldn't be all that well off. Maybe JT was a bit better off than most, not that it concerned Nike at the moment. Although she hoped that he was doing better than some of the others, for his sake. A soft kiss on her forehead made her smile like a teenage girl who had just been kissed for the first time. Coming from JT, the small gesture was one of the sweetest things.
A surprised yelp escaped Nike's lips as JT apparently decided to mix up his own eye color. They seemed to be the same shade as her own dark purple ones. "That. That, right there, was creepy." She informed him, gesturing slightly at his eyes to clairfy that she wasn't referring to him picking her up. That, she most definately didn't mind. In fact, she quite liked that.
Well this was going much smoother than it had the last time at the creek. Her knee wasn't bruised and also on the brightside, she couldn't possibly scrape her elbow on the soft comforter! "No offense, but that was really a terrible line." She laughed, biting down on her lower lip in amusement. "It was a cute attempt though," The immortal smiled, patting his chest reassuringly.
A delicate frown graced her lips as JT drew back, but just as quickly it was gone. Only to be replaced by the absoloute worst of her blushs so far. The way his lips brushed against her neck sent a desirable shiver down her spine. No wonder he was such a 'ladies' man'. Not that she appreciated that small fact about him. "No staring allowed," She chided, though it was pretty unaffective since her voice was tinged with embarrassment. Her breath hitched noticeably as she thought he was going to kiss her. It was a tease, and she wasn't really sure if JT intended it to be, but that's how it came off. "You're so overdramatic," Nike whispered between their lips, though she was thinking the same thing.
Tags; JT the Amazingful Word Count; 1559
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Post by jacob on Aug 25, 2010 23:48:01 GMT -5
Her cold fingers interlocked with his own and lead to a beautiful feeling… -- Secretly, fire and ice wanted to be together all along. There is something to be said about the chemistry that can attract two opposites. The composition of ice allowed for fire to have such a profound effect on it to most. People see ice around fire and know that it will melt. Its invisible shackles of cohesion that joined water molecules so tight together were released in the heat as it entered its liquid form. The cool, flowing, tranquil form of water was liberating to the former block of ice. To the fire, it had to give more. Fire was a stolen gift to man, and now a willing gift to ice. See just letting shackles loose was a nice gesture, but to be able to enable true freedom, that would be a real gift. The water was almost there, it was so close. It was like a little bird that was flapping its wings so intensely that it was on the verge of flight for the first time. If only someone could just give it that one final boost. The molecules were drifting further and further apart. The wings were flapping stronger and stronger. The fire was burning brighter than ever. The wind was raging and pushing hard from underneath the bird. In an instant, freedom was finally allowed to reign. The water was vaporized, finally in the form it was meant to be in. The molecules were separated, free to float about in any way they chose. The bird finally was lifted into the air. The wings allowed it fly wherever it so chose to experience the beauty of the world. -- … It was beautiful in the way that fire set a block of ice free, the way a bird flew for the first time… -- The truth is, fire doesn’t do anything for the block of ice. In fact, it was completely against the way that energy worked. Energy transferred from hot to cold, sure. The fire did in fact heat up the ice. Still, imposing its energy was not the real gift given. No, that simply wasn’t the case. If anything should be honored, it should be the ice. You see it is the ice in fact that did most of the work. Simply the act of sacrifice was enough to set it apart from the fire. It gave its physical composition up to allow the fire to assert itself. The ice was a hero. -- … It was beautiful in the way the ice gave itself up for the fire. It was beautiful the way she trusted him with the care of her hand. Nike trusted Jacob Titus, and he knew it the moment he felt her cold hand. This thought blew through his mind literally in the span of two seconds, and he knew right then, he more than liked this woman. “I don’t stay here too much.” His words brought him back to reality. She couldn’t possibly know that he had the thoughts that he did. It was bittersweet to end that thought. The thing that brought him comfort was that letting go of his former thought opened the door for new ones that would include her no doubt. “Most of my time is spent at NYU’s campus attending lectures because they’ll never know I’m not really in their class.” He loved going to college classes, especially since he didn’t have to do the work having not been enrolled in any classes. Having managed to keep his hands to himself the rest of the tour, it was no real shock JT lost his grip on control when he got to his bedroom. Having picked her up, he didn’t expect the first thing she would say would be about his eyes were creepy. He didn’t think of the fact that he was the only one used to his eyes changing colors on a whim. “Sorry,” he whispered as he took her over to the bed not really knowing what else to say. He couldn’t always control it when his emotions were too strong. Evidently she didn’t like his statement either; he was basically zero for two and wondering if he was making himself look like an idiot. Even after she said it was cute and patted his chest, he was a little thrown off. He never really had a reaction like that to anything she said. Hopefully she wasn’t just letting him handle her body out of pity and not wanting to embarrass him. He had to try to shake the thought though, or else he’d really be an idiot. Finally a blush rose to the top of her cheeks, a good sign. He was finally back on top of his game now and it couldn’t have come a moment too soon. Having the negative thoughts behind him now, he could really see that she was just being her usual silly self, even though she meant what she said. Her joking to avoid the pressure of his gaze, her inconsistent breathing in his presence, and her mocking his exasperated word in between their lips, it all added up to something good. That something was that she was enjoying herself as much as he was enjoying himself. Not liking the small amount of air between their lips, he closed the gap again. As they kissed he let his tongue wander around under her upper lip very slowly. His body was pressed against hers, fitting together better even than when they were hugged up in the staircase. He turned his attention to her bottom lip now, capturing it in both of his again and again as they fell under the spell of the most passionate kiss he’d ever experienced. In fact, this whole moment was more than anything he’d ever experienced. Nike told him one time that his power over arousal was like cheating, and now that he experienced the real thing, he agreed. He pulled back for a moment, regaining whatever control he could salvage. “I’m sorry, I let my impatience get the better of me. There’s going to be plenty of time for this later. Why don’t we go back to the kitchen so I can keep my promise?” he offered though he so didn’t want to. He would feel bad though if she ever held the thought, even for a moment, that he only brought her home to get some physical affection from her. Though he did enjoy it to the fullest, he sincerely meant that he wanted to treat her to dinner. He wanted this night to be special for more than just the kissing. Tag: Nike the wonderful! Words: 1,133 Notes: Sorry for that elongated metaphor at the jump! lol
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Post by *nike* on Aug 29, 2010 19:43:48 GMT -5
The simple act of holding hands meant much more with this boy than any sort of exaggerated romantic gesture from another. Although she had never been one for the overly cliche in the first place. The more-than-friendly hugs, the feverish, impatient kisses, the delicate hand-holding. Hades, even the teasing whispers to one another were better than anything she could have possibly asked for from anyone else. What Nike and JT had was different from anything that she had had before. What they had specifically, she was still unclear on. But she knew plenty of adjectives that could describe it. A handful of them including sassy, flirty, fun, and in her opinion, desirable. Some people may have found it a little odd, but for the most part, Nike just found it intriguing. It was the book that you picked up in the library because it had the most appealing cover. And maybe at first you didn't like it, but then it started to attract your attention in ways that you weren't sure were possible. Just like how at their first meeting Nike had automatically labeled JT as creepy, but now she couldn't seem to keep herself away. She wasn't positive what the demi-god's first impression had been, but considering the fact that she had just grabbed his arm and started drawing on it randomly, it couldn't possibly have been positive. But fortunately she could tell that his view on her was positive now.
The heat from his hand was wreathing around her own, seemingly giving her a feeling of warmth within. Though her skin remained cold she could have sworn that there was a fiery tingle where their hands met. She couldn't tell whether or not JT was bothered by the icey chill her hand provided, but it didn't appear as if he minded. The girl would have to admit that she was gripping his hand a little tighter than necessary, but if he asked she would play it off as something such as not knowing her own strength. It was actually a believable excuse since most of the time it could be true. Though it was far from the truth, that she really just liked holding his hand probably more than she should have.
College classes? Once again he had surprised her with a small fact about his life. She was still used to assuming things even though he had requested she stop doing that. It was a habit, one that she wasn't exactly doing well at breaking. "Psychology classes?" She guessed, recalling the thick book laid out on his coffee table. It looked like he was a good chunk of a way through it too.
Nike laughed quietly as JT apologized for the shift in his eye color. Honestly she had found that little action a little creepy, just like she claimed to. It was probably only because she hadn't been expecting it. She didn't always appreciate it when surprises came around. Surprise parties, for example, annoyed her to no end. A bunch of people hiding in your house with the lights off, ready to jump up and scream 'Surprise'? It was the perfect way to give someone a heart attack. Yeah she'd have to say no thank you to that.
She almost felt bad for saying what she had, when she saw him freeze up for a moment. Almost being the key word in that sentence. He obviously wasn't used to girls laughing at him when he was trying to charm them. But really someone had to call him out on that cheesey line, and the only person around was Nike. Plus she wasn't going to pass up the chance to leave the, almost always in control, Jacob Titus, flustered. He was able to leave her flustered almost every time that he made her blush, and he did that quite frequently. An example of that being right now. And this time she wasn't even sure that he had done it on purpose. Apparently just the act of ditching his dressy shirt was enough to rattle her. She could only think how much worse her blush could've been if he hadn't been wearing that undershirt.
The goddess opened her mouth to tease him with a comment again, but before she was able to his lips were already back on hers. Whatever she had been about to say became irrelevent as his tongue traced along the inside of her lip. Even more irrelevent as he advanced on her lower lip, destroying a good portion of the self-control that she had been trying to keep intact. Her hands worked themselves into a loose hold around JT's neck, keeping him close, even though that probably wasn't necessary. He seemed plenty willing to remain as close to her as was possible.
It took a moment longer for her to recover, than it did him. That kiss had messed with her mind more than any other action had tonight. Even after she had collected her thoughts, she was still left for a moment to process what he had said. Was he really apologizing for that? Because she wasn't sorry in the least about what had just happened. "Later? Who said I'm not just here for the free dinner?" Nike winked, her voice much steadier than she had expected it to be. She personally wouldn't have been surprised if all she had managed was a squeak. Taking hold of his shirt collar, she reversed their positions easily, her taking the place on top. "Just kidding," She added, just to make sure that he got that she was joking. To her, it had been obvious, but she wanted to play it on the safe side so as not to accidentally give him the wrong idea. Nike was sorely tempted to give in to the desire she had to kiss him again, but with whatever self-restraint she had left she managed to pull herself away. Sliding off the side of the bed, she held out her hand for him to take hold of. Part of her reasoning being so that she could help him off of the bed.
Tags; JT the Gorgeous! Word Count; 1048 Comments; The metaphor was awesome so don't worry about it =), And I'm so sorry, I didn't give you much to go off of! [/size]
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