[M] FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT - - -

[devililltheden]

Honestly, Devi didn’t understand why her friends wanted to go out of the town to go out. Wasn’t the point of living in a relatively large city to not have to leave that city to go out? But really she didn’t mind, she loved to drive and she would take any chance to go out and go somewhere else. She had been in New Orleans for only about two months and still she had already been around the block when it came to the clubs. Of course when it came to everything else she still was yet to see those. There were probably a lot of things that the city was famous for but Devi wouldn’t know about them, she knew the clubs that she liked, she knew where her apartment was and she knew where her two jobs were. For now that was all that she needed or wanted to know. She had decided that she would stay in New Orleans though, which was already a lot seeing as she hadn’t had a set place to call home every since she left Los Angeles and her home there. She had been driving around the country for quite some time and finally settled in New Orleans, she wasn’t even sure what made her stay there. Probably because she got a job so easily. The one at the strip club was probably the easiest, she knew her way around a pole, she had amazing body and she wasn’t shy, the only things needed for that job. The one at the library was nearly just as easy because her interview had been with a man and Devi had learned long ago how to play a man to get him to do what she wanted.

Either way, she had her jobs, she had her apartment, she even had a pet now. She wasn’t going anywhere any time soon, if anything she was heading back to the city. The girls that she had been with all found something interesting but really, Devi needed more than the guys that she had found there. So she was on her way back rather quickly, it was barely past midnight, normally this was when she left the house to go out. But she didn’t mind going back really, she would just have a relaxing night, take a long bath. And she got to drive for a while again and that was something that she had always loved. Her hair was tied back, something she only ever did when she was driving, her hands firmly on the steering wheel and her lips moved along with the song that was playing loudly on her old radio. It was actually a miracle that it was still working. But the same was true for the entire car really.

If her music hadn’t been on that loud she might have noticed earlier that her engine wasn’t making a very healthy noise and she might have been able to stop earlier. Her car started to slow down without her doing so and she looked down at the dashboard. “Oh, no, baby don’t do this to me,” she muttered, trying to get the car to work again. “Come on, baby, it’s freezing outside,” she kept whispering to her car. Silly how much the thing actually meant to her. It was a good thing that there weren’t many cars on the road or she would have pissed off many others, but the truth was that she hadn’t seen a car in quite some time. On the one hand a good thing, but on the other, if she hadn’t seen a car in a while then that meant that she would be stuck out there for quite some time. Slowly she made her way to the side of the road, still softly speaking to the car as she stopped on the side of the road, sighing and immediately taking the ribbon from her hair.

This was not looking good. She had a cell phone, but she had no one to call with that. The only numbers that were in there were from her jobs and no one there was going to help her get back home. Devi sighed softly and ran her hands through her thick, brown hair, trying to get it back into shape. It was the middle of January and her car choose now the break down. If she went outside her legs would freeze, really that was her own fault but no one should hide legs like hers, that was nearly a crime. Devi reached up and turned the light on in her car, she couldn’t keep the engine running because it died on her but at least for now the heat was still working and she was more than grateful for that. At least for the next hour or so she wouldn’t freeze to death, what happened after that was beyond her knowledge. The beautiful brunette sighed softly, shifting her seat back so that she could have more room for her legs, stretching them slightly and then leaning back against her seat. She turned her head slightly so that she was able to look outside. She was going to have to get out and try to get some help somehow. She had seen about two cars rush by her and if a third was going to come by she was going to have to make it stop and help her out. Devi hated getting help, it made her feel weak and disgusting. But really, what else was there for her to do?

With a sigh she sat up, opening her car door and feeling the wind hit her straight in the face. She wrapped her checkered shirt around herself and got out of the car. “Fuck, this was not a good idea,” she muttered, immediately regretting the fact that she had left the warmth of her car. The wind blew her long hair from her face and she turned towards the road, pursing her lips slightly as she made a futile attempt to see something in the dark that surrounded her. Any other girl would have been scared to stand there alone in the middle of the night. But Devi had taught herself to never be scared. She just waited, leaning against her car and looking up when she saw headlights again. She stepped away from her car slightly, trying to get into the sight of the driver.

tagged; hot cowboy, dallas
wearing; this smoking outfit
location; just outside of new orleans
word count; 1.075
notes; first thread, so excited! car <3

[dallasdakotarico]

I WAS SIX FEET TALL

'til she brought me to my knees

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Practically the whole time Dallas Rico had been in New York City all he wanted was to come home to New Orleans. The only reason he'd left in the first place was because he couldn't stand to be around his family, especially his brother. Fucking Ashley! His name was technically Austin but more often than not Dallas thought of him by his girly middle name. In fact more often than not, he called him Ashley to his face. The point was, he was always ruining shit. After high school Dallas decided he needed to get away so he headed to the Big Apple from the Big Easy to study music. A wicked smirk curved his lips as he thought about his little coup before he left. The first day of their junior year he had noticed Delilah instantly and was contemplating his first move when she collided with his twin. From that moment on she had time and eyes for only one of the Rico boys. Just one more example of Ashley getting all of the attention while Dallas was left out in the cold. For two years he watched Delilah and Austin get closer and closer, had to listen to all the bullshit about what a fabulous couple they were, how sweet they were together, how they belonged together. Frankly the whole fucking thing made Dallas sick to his stomach. Finally he got fed up and decided to do something about it. That's when he hatched the perfect plan. It took a good deal of careful arranging but for that, at least, he could be patient.

Shortly before graduation all of the pieces fell into place and Dallas snagged something that Austin had been working towards for two years, namely Delilah's virginity. That was a constant source of amusement. Not just the fact that it happened. That he was able to so easily fool his brother's girlfriend into having sex with him. It was almost better playing with Delilah afterward, watching her slowly come to realize the truth. Her indignant confrontation had been amusing. Dallas had been certain that she would tell Austin what happened, had wanted his brother to know what he'd done. Most of the time his biggest regret about the whole thing was that he'd scared her into not telling him. Then again that sort of secret was always an asset. Sooner or later the perfect opportunity to reveal his twin's perfect little girlfriend's dirty past would present itself. Just like he'd done before, Dallas would be patient and wait for the right time.

Once he'd gotten the best of his prissy brother and the perfect princess it felt really good to get away. New York was great, lots of people, lots of parties, but it wasn't home. He would have returned to New Orleans directly after college, after the couple of years he actually went to college but he was making good money as a musician and also making good contacts. Recently though his homesickness got the better of him. Three months ago he moved back, snagging a sweet apartment in the French Quarter, where he'd always wanted to live. Since his return he'd stayed away from any of the places that he might happen to run into any member of his family. Dallas had missed the city, he had not missed his family. At least that's what he had told himself. There was still a part of him that knew what happened in the past hadn't exactly been Austin's fault. He hadn't asked to have health issues and their parents hadn't willfully neglected him, they were simply too wrapped up in one son to see that they other needed them, as well. Knowing those things didn't ease the pain of his past. In all likelihood there wasn't anything that could do that. The best thing he'd found had been fucking Ashley's girlfriend.

Dallas' loud laugh echoed through the car as he sped along the highway. Since he'd gotten home he'd been spending his free time getting reacquainted with old friends and visiting old haunts. In this instance it had taken him out of the city. He had discovered in New York just want a cowboy he was. Funny how being away from a place could help you appreciate it. Being away hadn't helped him to appreciate his family any more, though. As far as Dallas was concerned, if he never saw any of them again, and that included the sweet little piece of ass, Delilah, it would be too soon. Releasing a heavy exhale, he lifted one hand from the steering wheel and rubbed at his eyes. It was late and he was getting tired, probably a result of the wicked weed he'd scored from his old buddy. He blinked then squinted into the darkness, trying to decipher what his headlights were reflecting off of. As he got a little closer he could see it was a car.

"This ain't a fucking parkin' lot, ya dumb fuck!"

[/color] Dallas shouted over the blaring noise of the stereo and the loud rumble of the Mustang's engine. Even without all the noise he was too far away for the driver to hear him. It was probably some stupid kids who didn't have the sense to find a secluded back road before they went at each other. If that was the case he could give them directions to three or four very nice and private places. Slowly his foot began to ease off the gas. If it was kids messing around maybe he could get a good eyeful. It'd been a while since he'd watched any live action. Dallas continued to slow as he approached the other car and thankfully he did, otherwise he might not have been able to stop in time. Suddenly a wicked looked babe in shorts, which were not appropriate eveningwear for January, stepped a bit away from the car. He couldn't help but lick his lips as he pulled to a stop beside her. Putting the car in park he leaned across the passenger seat to roll down the window, getting a fabulous view of the babe in the process. He pushed his hat back from his face while a sexy grin curved his lips as spoke with a seductive drawl. "Ya wanna ride, sugar?"[/color] [/size][/blockquote][/justify]tag:[/color] the garden of eden!
words:[/color] 1087
clothes:[/color] right here
car:[/color] the cowboy's horse
notes:[/color] wanna ride, baby?
lyrics:[/color] put the boy back in cowboy - bon jovi

[devililltheden]

Devi Eden was someone that liked to do things on her own. Ever since she left that hell hole that she once called a home she had been on her own and she loved being that way. She had always been more independent, not wanting to rely on anyone to help her out when she knew that she could do it by herself. Where her sister Hannah was stuck onto her parents Devi had always wanted more and more freedom. The way in which she had gotten that freedom might have not been the best one, but she couldn’t get herself to regret the things that happened to her. Of course at the time they might have broken her heart, like giving her son away to people that she didn’t even know or wanted to get to know. And there were many other things that were terrible at the time but that she couldn’t let get to her now. No matter how terrible parts of her life might have been, it all made her into who she was today and she couldn’t get herself to hate herself now. She liked her life, even if it wasn’t the life that her parents had wanted or that other girls might want. There was no denying that her life wasn’t perfect and that being a stripper was not something that girls her age would want to be. But she liked it and it was something that no one could take away from her. Devi was doing things on her own, she didn’t have to live off of someone else and that was what was most important to her. And it was why she absolutely hated times like this.

The gorgeous brunette absolutely hated to not be able to do something on her own. It made her feel weak, like one of those pathetic damsels in distress and she really hated to be one of those girls. It was exactly why she worked where she did, because she wanted to be desired by men, not saved by them. Being in the middle of nowhere on the side of the road waiting for someone to come by and get her to hell out of there was not what she had planned for her evening. But knowing Devi, she would find some kind of way to amuse herself. It didn’t really matter where she was, she would always find some way to amuse herself. Most of the time it was a guy that she amused herself with, but it was going to take one hell of a man to turn her night around this time. And when she caught sight of the man inside of the car she realized that she had been given just that.

It soon hit her that she was starting to forget about the cold and she focused her bright eyes onto the man behind the wheel. She ran her tongue along her bottom lip for a moment before biting down on it, shoving her hands into her back pockets of her very short jeans shorts and watched as he rolled down the window, leaning across the passenger side. Yes, this cowboy would most definitely be able to entertain her for a while, depending on what he said and did she would have to see for just how long that he could entertain her. She let her eyes drag over him for a moment before stepping towards him. Her bright eyes scanned over his face, the slight bread that framed his strong jaw, the eyes burning towards her from underneath his slightly tilted hat. With her hands back in her pockets she could arch her back a bit more as she slowly made her way towards his car, her bright red lips pursed slightly and the wind making her hair flow behind her. Flirting was what Devi did best, along with pole dancing and stripping, anything that involved her body actually. She had learned very quickly what her body was capable of and she had used it several times, no matter who or what the person might be.

Devi smirked widely as she slowly leaned over to rest her arms the car, very happy that he had rolled the window completely down so that she could lean into the car a bit. Everything that had just happened, her feeling weak, her car breaking down, the freezing cold, it had all left her mind because there was something much more important at hand; getting into the car with this handsome man. And he didn’t even have to drive her home. She tilted her body slightly, her arms resting under her chest for obvious reasons that she didn’t even have to mention. Her eyes never left his as she looked at him, though only for a second to try and get a better view of what was hidden behind the too many layers of clothing. There was something about his voice that she most definitely liked, a big chance that it was his accent and suddenly Devi felt herself growing very fond of cowboys.

Her response was a bit late but finally she tilted her head, letting her hair fell down her chest a bit more, speaking slowly, seductively, “Perhaps,” the smirk around her lips widened slightly as she continued, her finger traced over the window frame of the car as she spoke, “Do you mean in the car or on the cowboy behind the wheel?” Either way was just fine with her really. Either he got what she was after and the night would most certainly improve. Or he wouldn’t and he would at least be able to get her home and finally she would be able to take her nice warm bath. Of course she liked one of those options better than the other, especially now that she was a bit closer to him and able to get a better view. But she was going to leave the decision with him. If he didn’t get it then Devi had a few more sexual comments up her sleeve to make it just a little more obvious. But something in his grin told her that he would get exactly what she was talking about.

tagged; hot cowboy, dallas
wearing; this smoking outfit
the ride' <3
location; just outside of new orleans
word count; 1.040
notes; okay, I love playing Devi x] And I love Dallas <3 perfect match

[dallasdakotarico]

I WAS SIX FEET TALL

'til she brought me to my knees

Dallas was the sort of guy who always looked out for himself first. Had his youth been different he likely wouldn't have turned into the selfish bastard that he was. Of course, his youth was what it was. With a sick twin who took all of the attention from their parents, he had to fight for every bit he could get, which often wasn't much. That sort of upbringing could turn anyone into the sort of person he was. Dallas was generally decent to his friends, people who could take his dominate, overpowering personality. He went through a good number of friends though because sooner or later he would push people just a little too far and they would realize that he wasn't worth the effort. That was his own interpretation. At the same time, if a friend, a real friend, needed something then Dallas was generally willing to help. It depended to some degree on just what they needed and how much it would cost him. The point was that he could be generous with his time and effort for the right people. Actually there were times when another side of Dallas would show, a side that was perhaps the man he would have been had Austin been born healthy. That man was more generous and giving, he didn't do everything based solely on what benefit he would reap in return. This alternate personae didn't show often but it was there, buried beneath all the bitterness and jealousy.

That wasn't to say that if the person who stepped out from beside the stalled car had been someone else that he wouldn't have just swerved around them, likely giving them the finger for making him slow down. Because the woman was who she was, or at least who she appeared to be, Dallas was all too happy to stop. He didn't know the woman but he knew the type well enough. Of course he was only judging a book by its cover but that was alright with him. Her clothing spoke volumes. No one wore shorts like that in the middle of fucking winter because of the weather. The woman was after attention and Dallas would be very happy to provide her as much of that as she wanted. He knew of more than a few places that they could go in the immediate area alone to get better acquainted. It was possible that the leggy brunette with the body made for sin was one of those women who liked to play with men without ever having any intention of following through. Dallas wasn't worried about that. When he wanted something he usually got it. He'd never had any trouble getting sex from whatever woman he wanted. That included the little prude Delilah. Of course his brain conveniently failed to acknowledge that he'd had to pose as his brother to pull that off. That was an insignificant detail as far as he was concerned. He'd nailed the little goodie-goodie, that was all that mattered.

With his tongue playing lightly over his curled in lower lip, he watch the brown haired goddess approach the Mustang. She moved like a professional. Dallas knew professional women of all sorts and the lithe, blatantly sexual manner in which the woman moved was a dead giveaway. In fact it seemed that everything she did was sexual in some manner. Putting her hands in her back pockets, the way she pushed her shoulders back, arching her a bit more to display her sweet rack. This could turn into the best night in his recent memory. That seemed even more likely in light of the way she looked at him. It made him feel like a highly desired slab of meat. That wasn't something that he felt all that often, at least not to that high degree. Dallas liked the feeling and he was all too willing to prove just what a piece of meat he had to offer and would most assuredly provide if that was what she wanted.

Dallas shifted the car into park and turned practically sideways in his seat to look at the babe as she moved slowly toward the car and leaned into the passenger window. His left eyebrow lifted in a high arch as she rested her arms on the window frame and leaned partway into the vehicle. Once again she was completely blatant about her positioning, making certain that he had the best possible view of her tits. With them on display like that he couldn't help but look, hell that was what she clearly wanted anyway. Dallas' eyes played slowly over her face, noting her brilliant blue eyes that almost seemed to glow in the dark. Her full lips were a deep, luscious red and for a moment he pictured what they would look like wrapped around him. The thought put a wickedly sexual grin on his lips while his eyes moved down her throat to her chest. His tongue moved slowly over his mouth as more images filled his head. This could indeed became a night to remember.

When she spoke, the sultry purr of her tone sent a flare of arousal through his already willing body. Dallas' eyes slowly pulled back from his narrow focus to take in the entire view in front of him. There was something about the way she drew her finger along the window that made him want to feel her touch against his skin. The already wicked curve of his lips grew wider at her question. Oh yeah, this was definitely a gal who could brighten a guy's night. "In the car and on the cowboy. On the cowboy in the car. On the cowboy on the car. Baby, it's all good."

[/color] Licking his lips again he tossed his head slightly toward her vehicle. "Why don't ya grab your stuff and climb in,"[/color] he suggested. "I'll drive us to a little place I know where you can climb on."[/color][/size][/blockquote][/justify]tag:[/color] the garden of eden!
words:[/color] 1018
clothes:[/color] right here
car:[/color] the cowboy's horse
notes:[/color] I'm glad you're liking her, you should because she rocks!
lyrics:[/color] put the boy back in cowboy - bon jovi

[devililltheden]

Men were men, and they were all the same. They were so easy to figure out because really, no matter how much they might try to deny it and no matter how much they might scream that it wasn’t true, they truly only wanted one thing. And that one thing was something that miss Devi Eden could Give to them. Ever since Devi started to develop they had been all over her because of her curves and the soft mountains that were starting to emerge on her chest. As she grew older and more mature more people started to notice and Devi loved that attention and made sure to take advantage of it. The first boys to notice had been just that, boys, they didn’t know what the hell they were doing and they just wanted to grab onto her. It was not what she wanted at all and soon she learned that she wanted more than just the little boys that didn’t even know how to touch her to make her feel good. They only cared about themselves and she quickly grew tired of that. She wanted to be satisfied as much as she wanted to satisfy. She remembered one guy that just started to push against them like he was a cat and he was trying to stretch out his arms against the carpet. It had been absolutely horrible and her change to men came quickly. Though she made sure to christen some catholic boys at her church along with the confession booth. Oh, the good old days, she loved to reminisce back to those days, just because it seemed like an entirely different life. And she liked the one that she had now much better than her old one.

Her life was better now. She was free, she didn’t have her parents breathing down her neck to stop being such a slut and trying to turn her into a good little catholic girl. She could do whatever and most of all whoever she wanted. Devi was quick to learn just what she liked and also what men liked. But there was one thing that she couldn’t stand and that was men that were only after their own climax and never thought about hers. She might have been a bit of a slut but that didn’t mean that she would just go along with everyone that came by. She tested them, made sure that they weren’t just selfish fucks. And of course, they had to be gorgeous as well. Devi knew that she was most definitely one of the better looking girls around the city, especially in the club and the girls there just hated it when she reminded them of that, but she couldn’t hide it. So, there was no way that she was going to get close to a troll; she deserved much better than that and Devi was someone that always got what she wanted.

This one was exactly what she liked. He had long dark hair, which she loved because it gave her something to grasp onto whenever the urge called for it. His eyes were bright, a perfect contrast to the darkness of his hair. His accent was absolutely a big turn on and the grin that played around his lips made her want to get closer to him. Everything about him screamed arrogance and from the look in his eyes she could see that he was very certain of himself. But to Devi that was a good thing, she hated men that were insecure, they wouldn’t be able to handle her and she needed someone that could keep up. Though, she had never met one of those. Most men were dead for once she was done with them and she would have to go find another way to get more of what she wanted. Which mostly meant taking things into her own hands, which she wasn’t fond of because there was no fun in playing with herself by herself, but if the situation called for it she didn’t have another choice.

His eyes moved down to her chest, which was exactly why she had taken the position that she had; to give him the perfect view. The rest of her body was slightly tilted. One of her long slender legs was bend and the other stretched out. If anyone else was the drive by they would most definitely crash into something because the view of her ass was nearly as good as the view that she was given the man inside of the care. The tone of his voice made her smirk and she bit her bottom lip slightly as she let her eyes roam over the parts of his body that she could see. Every option sounded very nice to her ears, even on the car sounded pretty good, despite of the cold weather. Riding him on the car would take her attention away from the cold, she was sure about that. “Tempting,” she told him, tucking a piece of her dark brown hair behind her ear and tilting her body slightly, bending her other leg and stretching the other. It was truly very tempting, but she hadn’t tested him enough just yet. “But that would mean leaving my car behind,” she told him, her voice just as seductive as it had been the entire time. “How will I know if it’s worth it?”

Devi grinned as she looked at him, tilting her head slightly and looking at him pointedly. She wasn’t going off without if there was a chance that he was just one of those pricks that were only after their own satisfaction. Even though he would be a very handsome prick at that, Devi licked her lips for a moment, her grin returning instantly as she bit down on her bottom lip again. It wasn’t just testing him though, he car meant a lot, it was a very expansive one as well. If she was going to leave it behind on an empty road, it better be worth it.

tagged; hot cowboy, dallas
wearing; this smoking outfit
the ride' <3
location; just outside of new orleans
word count; 1.011
notes; -squee- i love this so much x]

[dallasdakotarico]

I WAS SIX FEET TALL

'til she brought me to my knees

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While it was true that Dallas could be a selfish fuck, figuratively as well as in the literal sense, he could also be a very giving lover. As he looked at the bombshell leaning in the passenger window there was no question in his mind how he would be with her. A bod like hers demanded attention and with a body like hers he was all to happy to comply. Dallas loved women. The hotter the babe the more he loved them. The little honey he was currently looking at was without question the hottest woman he had ever seen. She was sexy as hell, obviously built for sin, but she didn't have that skanky appearance to her that so many other women would have had if they tried to pull off her look. Her sexuality was blatant but she didn't look cheap. At least that was Dallas' perception and generally he didn't give a shit whether anyone else agreed with him or not. The point was that in this instance, that particular situation with the gorgeous creature in question, he couldn't wait to see how truly hot she could get, namely when he made her come. Over and over again. He licked his lips in anticipation, eager for his first taste. There was no question that he would seek a personal best record at the number of times he could make a woman come in a single encounter. In fact, he was set to blow the record out of the water and enjoy every fucking second of it.

Dallas could feel the woman's exotic blue eyes on him and he smirked a little bit more. He wasn't completely arrogant, though there was no question that he was thoroughly confident in his appearance and appeal to women. Getting attention was pretty much his main goal in any situation. Presenting an appealing package was a major component in that endeavor. All he had to do was make certain that he appealed to the right group. Blue Eyes, as he had dubbed his companion in his mind, absolutely fit in the set he wanted to draw notice from. In fact she was right at the top of the list, her and women like her. Dallas was also confident in his ability to go longer and repeat performances more quickly than most men. Again that was one of those perceptions that he didn't really care whether others agreed with or not. Most men would assume that he was just bragging. Women on the other hand had never complained and that was enough for him. Just the sight of Blue Eyes had him raring to go and he knew for a fact that once they got going he would be in no hurry to stop.

Watching her bend and lean in the window of the Mustang made him want to see the view from the other side. As he drove up he had really only seen her in profile and he sorely wanted to appreciate her amazing body from every angle. Dallas continued to feel the anticipation build and he grew more anxious with each passing moment. After a the few brief exchanges it became clear that Blue Eyes was looking to play. Lucky for her he was in a playful mood himself. Actually she was lucky in a number of ways. The road they were currently on wasn't highly traveled, it was more a local shortcut. If he hadn't come along there was a good chance that she would have been waiting for some time before helped happened by. Dallas was exceedingly pleased to be the one there to offer assistance, and a ride of course. Especially the ride. His vivid green eyes flashed into his rearview mirror just to be certain before he clicked on his flashers and opened his door. If the lady wanted proof then he was all to happy to give her what she wanted. Whatever she wanted.

Reluctantly Dallas turned away from the view out the window and dipped his head to get out of the low Mustang. He left the motor running and closed the door to preserve the heat inside the vehicle. If they were going to be getting naked anytime soon then a bit of warmth would be welcome. Of course Dallas was certain that once they got started they would generate more then enough heat between them, even if they tried his suggestion of riding on the car. As he made his way around the front of the fire red classic Mustang he lifted the black cowboy hat from his head and ran his other hand through his hair before settling it back into place. Long strides carried him around the front of the vehicle and toward the front of hers. With a grin on his face, Dallas moved to stand between the two classic cars. Cocking his head he let his eyes play over the full view of Blue Eyes and his tongue slipped out to wet his lips yet again. "That is a sweet ride ya got there,"

[/color] he said in a sultry drawl, his eyes never leaving her body. "Why don't ya pop the hood, darlin', and lemme take a look. I'll see if I can't get your motor runnin'."[/color]

He actually knew a good deal about cars so it was possible that he might just spot the trouble with a quick look. At the very least him getting out of the car allowed Blue Eyes to get a good look at him and that, after all, was the true purpose of his actions. As he swaggered closer, his red boots thunking slightly on the concrete with each step, he did take a second to appreciate the Thunderbird. It would be a shame to have anything happen to it out there but Dallas was more concerned about getting the woman to ride his bronco than he was about fixing her car. "Anything I can say to convince ya that it'll definitely be worth it, sugar?"[/color] he asked, arching a brow enticingly under his hat. A few more steps brought him almost into her personal space. His eyes did a slow, thorough perusal of her body now that they were close up and the sight made his stomach even tighter with arousal.[/size][/blockquote][/justify]tag:[/color] the garden of eden!
words:[/color] 1071
clothes:[/color] right here
car:[/color] the cowboy's horse
notes:[/color] 'tis awesome!!!
lyrics:[/color] put the boy back in cowboy - bon jovi

[devililltheden]

The little brunette had been with a lot of men in her still slightly short life, at least more than the usual woman her age. But that didn't mean that she would ever grow tired of them and this man was heading straight into the top three of men that she had laid her eyes on, maybe he would get even higher, that just depended on where this night went. It probably wasn't normal for a woman her age to be this way. But then again, Devi had never been usual, she had never been normal. At least not by her parents' standards. They had always seen her as some kind of devil child. Especially after that one time when they had invited the father of their church to their home to try and talk Devi back into a more catholic way of life. Instead of listening to the dear man she sat next to him, practically undressing him with her eyes and trying to seduce him to follow in her way more wicked way of life. It was then that her parents were seriously convinced that she was a very sinful child and actually Devi had always seen that as a compliment. She had learned early on that people only called her weird and unusual because she didn't live her life like them, and in her eyes that was always a good thing, she would gladly be different from the people that she had grown up with. Her parents were embarrassed by her, her sister pretended that she never existed and all the while Devi was living her life to the fullest and enjoying every single second of it. They could live their little sheltered lives, she was going to live before she died.

She waited eagerly for his responce, her crystal bright eyes practically sparkling with anticipating as she watched him check his rearview mirror. Devi might have been a bit of a slut, and she may be a stripper at the Saloon, but that never meant that she was easy and she wanted some kind of proof that he would be worth the time that she was planning to spend on him. Maybe they wouldn't even have to leave, after all this was a pretty deserted street, the entire time that they had been standing there talking she hadn't seen a car go by. And even if a car did go by, who cared? Devi had been caught before and in way more embarrassing places than on the side of the road. Besides, there was an edge of danger to the possibility of getting caught. It created this extra rush and it made everything more intense, it was something that she had experienced before. Something told her that this possible experience with the cowboy would already be intense, the thrill and getting caught would just add to that.

Her eyes followed him carefully as she watched him get out of the car and for the full purpose of giving him a better view she remained in her position until she was sure that he had made his way around the car. Devi knew her body, she knew what it could do to the male species. And he had gotten the view from one side, it was only fair that she let him see the other side as well. Devi grinned slightly as she pulled away from the car, slowly turning around and tilting her head as she looked at the cowboy in front of her. The full view was even better and she bit her bottom lip again, something she always did when she saw something that she liked. "You sure you still talkin' about my car there, cowboy?" she asked him teasingly when he asked her about popping her hood. There was no doubt in her mind that he would be more than able to get her motor running, he was already doing it by just standing there grinning.

Devi roamed her memory, trying to think of someone that had been better looking than him but she couldn't quite think of one. There was just something about him, the way he spoke, the way he grinned. She just really wanted to get much closer to this man and see just how good he was, because obviously he was convinced that he was quite good, everything about him screamed that much. As she wanted to step towards her he beat her to it and moved closer to her. Devi leaned against the car a bit, resting her hands behind her on the window frame of his car. Her back slightly arched as he stepped closer, she found herself wanting to pull him closer, get him to invade her personal space completely. Devi had always found the concept of personal space quite ridiculous and she was known for invading it when she found something that she was interested in. This was one of those times. His eyes moved over her body again and that made her grin, tilting her body slightly against the car to help him out a bit. She liked to be watched, it was one of the reasons why she was a stripper and danced around a pole at least four nights a week; she loved the attention. She was hungry for it, and being stared at by a man like him was something she could definitely get used to.

The sexual tension between was obvious, could be practically cut with a knife and she loved it that way. Devi looked at him again, starting at his red boots and slowly moving her eyes up his body, lingering in place before she rested her eyes on his. She reached out, curling her index finger around one of the belt loops of his jeans, "I don't know if there's something you can say," she told him, never losing that seductive tone of voice. "But there might be something that you can do," she added as she tugged on the loop, tugging him closer to her while pushing herself away from the car. They were closer now but she waited, tilting her head as she looked up at him, her hand still resting at the edge of his jeans, the other she rested on his chest. The grin still playing around her lips.

tagged; hot cowboy, dallas
wearing; this smoking outfit
the ride; <3
location; just outside of new orleans
word count; 1.056
notes; i wish all of my posts were as easy to write as this one was

[dallasdakotarico]

I WAS SIX FEET TALL

'til she brought me to my knees

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As Dallas rounded the front of the Mustang he found Blue Eyes still leaning slightly into the window. The view was sweet but he wished he could admire it from truly behind her. She seriously had the most perfect body that he had ever seen and he badly wanted to see a whole lot more of it, from a great many different angles, preferably without all the clothes. He already had a nice view of her gorgeous legs thanks to the little shorts she was wearing. Her position was perfect to accentuate the wicked line of her legs. Built for sin was most definitely an apt description for her body. Dallas found himself wanting to commit a vast array of sins as well as break a couple of laws with her. When he came to a stop near her his body was strenuously insisting that he was not nearly close enough. Once she turned around to face him that became even truer. Actually he was fully aware of the fact that he could climb inside of her and even that wouldn't be close enough. Inside of her was just where he wanted to be, too.

All the while that Dallas moved he was well aware of the goddess' eyes on him. He loved the attention, craved it the way he always had. His need for attention had gotten him into some pretty tight situations, some were very good and some not so good. There was no question that it would all be good as far as Blue Eyes was concerned. For a moment Dallas considered asking her for a name. It didn't have to be her name. It wasn't something that he thought about for long however because frankly the whole anonymous factor in this encounter was quite hot. His attention was quickly drawn to her mouth as she chewed at her lower lip and once again he could practically picture the sight of her lips wrapped around him. Little by little his jeans were starting to feel tight. That thought just made him hungrier again for a taste of her. His eyes skimmed down the front of her, lingering briefly at her breasts before continuing down to her shorts. Her question made him look up again. Licking his lips he arched a brow, his wicked grin growing even wider. "I'll happily take a look under any hood ya wanna pop,"

[/color] he responded in a husky drawl.

As he watched Blue Eyes shift position he could start to feel his pulse in his well-fitted jeans as any number of ideas popped into his head. Dallas was instantly drawn closer but still remained a bit shy of what most people would consider personal space. It wasn't at all that he didn't want to get closer but for the moment he was happy to simply admire the view because it was magnificent. The way she leaned back, using her hands in the window frame as support while she arched her back to draw further attention to her chest. From the way she moved it was very clear to Dallas that she enjoyed being watched. In fact he would bet good money that she craved the sensation of having a man's eyes on her. As he looked at her though something told him that not just any man would suffice. Lucky for him he wasn't just any man. He knew his body, knew how to use every part of his body. In addition he knew a woman's body. Dallas knew what women wanted and he knew how to see they got it, provided he was adequately motivated. In this instance the every sight of the babe so close in front of him was enough inspiration to prove his talents.

There was a definite sense of hunger in the air that crackled between them. Dallas stood with his head angled slightly to the side, staring at her, flicking his gaze over her body every little while before focusing again on her face. Her eyes were such an enthralling shade of blue. As nice as they were they couldn't completely hold his attention when he knew the rest of the package was right there. In one particular instance when his gaze was on her face, Dallas noticed the way she was staring at his feet. For a moment he wondered if she was admiring his red cowboy boots or their size. He watched as she pulled her gaze up along his solid frame. His grin turned into a smirk when her eyes stalled around his midsection. The attention helped to further rouse his libido, not that it really needed any help.

One brown eyebrow shot up in a sharp arch when Blue Eyes reached for him. For a split second he thought she was going for his belt and his excitement shot higher. Her words were almost lost on him as he let himself be pulled closer while she shifted forward to meet him. In such close proximity Dallas could smell her. Her scent was clean. Feminine but not flowery. Immediately he decided that he liked the fragrance. At the same time he decided that they were still not nearly close enough. Blue's words had clearly been an invitation, as was the look she was giving him. Dallas lifted both hands to her slim, shapely hips, holding her firmly in place while he pressed closer, pushing his pelvis forward so she would feel the very beginning of the bulge starting to develop beneath the heavy fabric of his jeans. As he looked down at her with a sultry smile he realized that her head was tilted just perfectly. She wanted him to do something to prove he was worth her time. There were certainly a lot of things that he wanted to do. In fact that list continued to grow with each passing moment. For the time being though, if she wanted an example of what he had to offer he would be happy to provide one. Dipping his head Dallas firmed pressed his mouth to hers for a few seconds. Then he pulled back just a little bit, parting his lips before covering hers again, his tongue erotically teasing her full lips.[/size][/blockquote][/justify]tag:[/color] the garden of eden!
words:[/color] 1050
clothes:[/color] right here
car:[/color] the cowboy's horse
notes:[/color] 'tis awesome!!!
lyrics:[/color] put the boy back in cowboy - bon jovi

[devililltheden]

She had to admit, when she got dressed, she left her apartment that night and got into her car to go out with some of the girls that she had met at the club, she had not expected this to happen. She had expected a night with the girls, being flirted with by guys that she just wasn’t interested with, dancing with them anyway just because she had nothing else to do. Having her car break down in the middle of the road only to be found by this handsome young man was not what she thought that would happen. But Devi was most certainly not complain about how it was turning out. The night had gone from slightly entertaining to boring, from there on it moved to sort of fun because she just loved to drive. Then it slipped into terrible with her car breaking down and it being way too cold outside for what she was wearing. But now, the night was most definitely turning into something that she was going to like. It wasn’t every day that a very hot cowboy pulled up next to her just broken down car and offered her a ride, a very particular kind of ride, one that Devi was most certainly interested in. This night had gone from terrible to pretty damn amazing and she was wondering if maybe this was just the start of it all, maybe it would just get better. That was if this cowboy could prove that he could keep up with her and if he did, then this would most definitely turn into one amazing night for the both of them. She wondered if he even knew what he had just gotten himself into.

Devi smirked at his comment and ran one of her hands through her hair, moving it over one shoulder and letting the dark brown locks flow playfully down her chest. “I bet you would,” she replied to his comment. Nearly every single man that she had ever met I her life would have loved to look under her hood, whether it was under the hood of her car or whatever other hood she had. But it all depended on the guy and his actions if they were actually allowed to check out what they so desperately wanted to see. No one had ever quite said it the way he did though. Devi was finding herself growing very fond of his accent very fast and it made her wonder what he was sound like once she had him naked and underneath her. She wondered if his accent would sound through in his moaning and thinking of these things made her grin wickedly, chewing her bottom lip as she tried to keep herself from undressing him completely instead of just undressing him with her eyes.

Her eyes lingered on his waist, regretting the fact that it was dark because it limited her view. After her eyes moved to his chest, lingering there as she wondered what he would look like without his shirt. It was one of the things that she really hated about the winter. She had to wear too many clothes to keep warm, which was really a waste because hiding her body from the world was as much of a sin as it was to use it for her wicked ways. But not just that, guys wore too many clothes as well. It made for some longer foreplay because most of the time the only foreplay that guys knew was taking off their own clothes, but mostly it just limited her view from their bodies. And that was something that she really did not agree with. Sometimes a guy looked great with his clothes on and then once they were taken away from his body it was just one big disappointment. As far as she could tell it wouldn’t be that much of a disappointment, for once maybe reality would beat what she had in her mind.

Having him close was nearly as exciting as she thought it was, actually, perhaps it was just a bit more exciting as she had thought. There was something very intoxicating about him, something that made her want to get closer to him even though they were already in each other’s space. He already had one thing going for him; he understood her many comments, caught onto them as soon as she made them and that already gave him points in her mind. Devi had a kind of checklist in her mind, one that she would check of whenever something came into the situation and till now, this cowboy had every single point checked. He had dark long hair, a wicked grin, he understood her comments, his hands were big, or so she noticed when he rested them on her skinny waist. His smell was just slightly intoxicating but she couldn’t spy any kind of artificial enhancement of it. All points that he was scoring and another one came when he pressed his lips against hers. Her hands remained where they were, though one moved a little more to his back to press him harder against her. She could feel what she did to him and she wanted to feel more of it. His tongue against her lips made her part them instantly and the hand that had been resting on his chest shot up to his neck, pulling him down and moving her tongue along his lips before moving it against his.

Devi smirked against the kiss and her hand moved slightly higher, she could feel his long hair against her fingertips and for some reason, that turned her on even more. Her hand met with his hat and she grasped onto it before pulling away from him, leaning back against the car again and setting his hat onto her head. “You make a valid point there, cowboy,” she told him, licking her lips as she tasted the slightly heated kiss they had shared. She kept her hand on his waist, tugging him a little closer to her. “You may have just convinced me,” she grinned widely at him, tilting the hat on her head slightly as she looked at him. Devi moved her hand from his waist, trailing it up his chest, pressing slightly against his skin because she wanted to feel just what was under his shirt. Form what she could feel on his stomach, the view would be even nicer without his shirt. She remembered what he had said before, the many ways of riding him and that made her grin again, “Now which of those options should we try first?”

tagged; hot cowboy, dallas
wearing; this smoking outfit
the ride; <3
location; just outside of new orleans
word count; 1.110
notes; god i love her, and I love dallas, seriously, this was your best idea EVER

[dallasdakotarico]

I WAS SIX FEET TALL

'til she brought me to my knees

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Ever since Dallas left home he had been missing his old haunts, his long-time friends. Being back though hadn't quite been what he'd expected. He'd gotten reacquainted with some old buddies. In the time he'd been away many of his friends had done something that he hadn't yet done, namely grow up. It was mostly his selfish mentality that made him seem immature. The point was that people change. Upon his return Dallas discovered that places changed, too. The French Quarter was still the same, at least in ambiance. Places he remembered weren't there anymore or they were different after having been rebuilt. At first being home had been a real shock, too many things were different, too many people had moved on. As the weeks passed though he found new haunts, started to make new friends. Even at that it wasn't the same as he remembered and honestly he was considering heading back to New York. It wasn't really the place for him, not southern enough, but he had gotten used to the place and it had its perks.

One of his few remaining friends was who he'd visited that day. Honestly if it wasn't for him and his connection to some really primo dope Dallas figured he would have already left town again. Spending the day with his buddy helped to sway him in the direction of sticking around and it seemed like maybe his night was going to cinch the deal. Then again he had no idea where Blue Eyes was from but relocating was a definite possibility. Dallas bit lightly at his lower lip as he watched her rearrange her hair, flipping it forward over her shoulder and letting it cascade down between her ample breasts. "Without question, beautiful,"

[/color] he said with a smile. "Course I'm more than willin' to let ya look under any hood ya like in return."[/color] It had been quite some time since he'd enjoyed this sort of banter. A lot of women wanted flowery talk leading up to anything sexual. It was both refreshing and completely fucking hot to bounce such blatant innuendo back and forth.

It struck him that was just more example of the woman's perfection. This wasn't the sort of babe one encountered on a daily, weekly, monthly or even yearly basis. Honestly this was pretty damn close to a once in a lifetime opportunity and Dallas was going to see to it that every moment counted. Blue Eyes was making it fairly obvious just how much she appreciated the view she was getting and he returned the favor. Her body was a fucking paradise, without a doubt. Frankly it was somewhat surprising that he could force his gaze to her face. It wasn't that she was unattractive in that regard, not in the least, the point was that her body was just that fine. As the moments passed not only was Dallas anxious to get a better look at her assets as the clothing started to come off, but he was looking forward to showing himself off, too. He wasn't at all into exercise, aside from that of the sexual variety. Nor did he pay attention to proper nutrition. That wasn't to say that he didn't have a firm, well-toned body because he very much did. He'd never had a woman disappointed in his body and he was confident that Blue Eyes would not be the first.

Feeling her soft yet firm body against his was all the assurance that Dallas needed that he wouldn't be disappointed by anything revealed to him. Hell, she could be covered in some nasty rash and he still probably wouldn't pass up the chance to do her. He'd just make certain that he wore a condom and would take a sanitizing shower afterward. Basically there wasn't much that could ruin his appreciation and enjoyment of the woman's body. As expected, being close wasn't close enough. Even with their bodies all but molded together while their lips fused and their tongue dueled, it wasn't enough. Dallas shifted one hand from a hip and slipped it to the small of her back then on around to the other hip before tightening his hold, tugging her closer to increase the pressure between their bodies. All too soon she pulled away but she didn't get far. Tilting his head to the side he admired the sight of his cowboy hat crowning her head. That only lasted a moment though before he shifted closer. Even as she spoke Dallas pressed his lower body against hers, now able to increase the pressure due to the solid presence of the car behind her. Her words made him smirk wickedly. "Sugar, my point is just getting started,"[/color] he murmured, rolling his hips as evidence.

Dallas loved the fell of her against his body, he couldn't wait to feel more. Couldn't wait to do a lot of things to her. He also couldn't wait for her to do a lot of things to him. A point that hit home a moment later when her fingers moved up his chest. Dallas' hands went back to her hips, starting low then sliding high so he could get up beneath the hem of the flannel shirt she wore. He stopped when his thumbs and index fingers encountered bare skin. It was at that point when Blue Eyes asked which option he had presented earlier they would try first. He couldn't help be smile at the implication that eventually they would get through all of the possibilities. Those actually weren't the only alternatives available and Dallas didn't want to overlook anything. Sometimes jumping in with a blazing barrel was all well and good. This was not one of those situations.

It was time to have a little more fun. He was curious just how well she could keep up. "Woah there, little darlin', ya can't just kick the stallion and say giddy up,"[/color] he all but purred, pressing closer and bowing his head, letting his warm breath caress her ear. "You'll get the best performance if ya let 'em warm up nice and slow. Ya gotta take a little time, let 'em walk the track a little bit, get familiar with the course."[/color] As he continued in a low seductive tone, Dallas began to tease his rough fingers along the smooth skin of her out thighs, stroking along the sides as far as he could reach then up again along the back of her legs. His nose nuzzled along her throat, pushing her hair out of the way so he could nibble light kisses against her soft, warm skin. "Ya gotta let 'em nose around a little bit, get used to the smell. Frankly, you'll be better off if ya let 'em get a taste of he track, too."[/color][/size][/blockquote][/justify]tag:[/color] the garden of eden!
words:[/color] 1173
clothes:[/color] right here
car:[/color] the cowboy's horse
notes:[/color] I effin' love this thread!!
lyrics:[/color] put the boy back in cowboy - bon jovi

[devililltheden]

The entire time they had been playing around, just flirting and making it very obvious what both of them were after. But there was something in what he said that made Devi blink for just a second, there was a big chance that he hadn’t even noticed but she just sort of stopped in her tracks, her mind running through what he had just said. Over the years she had been called a lot of things, both positive and negative. There were the less positive things that her parents and her sister had called her, the things that men had called out to her as she walked down the street, the things that people called her when they thought that she wasn’t listening. Slut, whore, tramp, sinner, prostitute, streetwalker, any of the above really, she had heard them all at one point or another and Devi had never cared about it. Whether it were her parents that called it out to her or her classmates from back when she was in high school, or even just random people that saw her walking down the street. They could call her anything they wanted it, it wasn’t about what they thought of her. It was about what she thought of herself and as long as she was able to look at herself in the mirror with a smirk on her face because she knew that she was happy with herself than she wasn’t going to try and change herself. The opinion of others never mattered to her and they never would. In the end she was alone anyway, in the end all she had to count on was herself so the only opinion that truly mattered was her own.

When it came to the positive things the same was often true, Devi never cared for compliments because she knew that most were just lies to get into her pants. She had never believed them much and she never paid much time to it. But there was something in what he said that caught her off guard for a moment. People had always called her hot, gorgeous, fucking amazing, sizzling, they told her more than once that her body was amazing. She recalled one guy that had called her body a temple and he wanted to worship her. She had rolled her eyes and told him straight out that if he wanted to fuck her all he had to do was say so. But throughout everything that she had been called in her life, beautiful was rarely one of them. So when she heard the word fall from his very seductive lips she was caught off guard for just a second. In reality, it was the one thing that she wanted to be called, above all the other things that people called her.

But she caught herself just as quickly, telling herself that even if he had said it, it didn’t mean anything because it had just been a random comment followed by more sexual innuendo that made her grin once more. There was no doubt in her mind that she wanted him naked as much as he wanted her naked and really she was just waiting to rip off his shirt and jeans. Devi liked long nights of getting what she wanted and even though she wasn’t fond of taking it slow she did like to stay with a person for longer than just a few minutes. But that didn’t mean that she liked to take her time undressing the person. As always when she was flirting with a guy she wondered about things. First of all what he would look like naked, which she had already decided would not be disappointing with this one. But there were more things that she wondered, more along the line of tattoos and piercings, she loved those on men and he definitely struck her as the kind of guy that would have some hiding on his body. She couldn’t wait to find out.

Devi licked her lips when her hand moved over his chest, picturing him without his shirt and letting her lips trail over his skin. “That sounds promising,” she replied when he said that his point was just getting started. Then again they were both just getting started but if she could already feel him now and he was just getting started, that was a very promising thought. It wouldn’t be the first time that the ego didn’t match the equipment, she sure hoped that wouldn’t be the case with this one. Her hand rested on his shoulder for a moment as his hand moved underneath her shirt, a wide grin moving over her face as she felt his fingers meeting her bare skin, her teeth closing lightly over her bottom lip as she watched him. The cowboy’s words made her tilt her head slightly as she watched him, her eyes closing halfway when his breath hit her ear and she tilted her head slightly, resting her hand on the hat to make sure it wasn’t going anywhere. Mindlessly she wondered just how much effort it would take to keep it on her head the entire time, it was something that she had never tried before. She had worn a hat during one of her acts before, but they had never lasted long, mostly because Devi was swinging around a silver pole and hats were just not made for such things.

The feel of his hand against the back of her leg made her lift it off of the ground for just a moment, the hand that was on his shoulder moving towards his neck and feeling the dark locks tickling against her fingertips again. A soft hum emerged from her slightly parted lips as his lips moved against her skin, tilting her head a bit further and still making sure that the hat didn’t move from her head. This was not just going to be a fast encounter and then they would both be on their ways. It seemed that they were both after something to fill the night and not just the next hour, Devi was all for that. She lifted one of her legs, curling it around his and slowly brushing it up against his leg, “Nice and slow,” she repeated softly, nearly purring it. She moved both of her hands to his waist, slipping her hands underneath his shirt and moving them up his sides, already loving the feel of his skin underneath her hands. “Well by all means, cowboy, taste away,” she told him, grinning widely as she moved her hands to his back, wanting to feel as much as of his bare skin as possible.

tagged; hot cowboy, dallas
wearing; this smoking outfit
the ride; <3
location; just outside of new orleans
word count; 1.118
notes; x] me too <333

[dallasdakotarico]

I WAS SIX FEET TALL

'til she brought me to my knees

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This gal was one that Dallas just couldn't get enough of. It didn't matter if he was looking at her, touching her, listening to her talk, it was all good and impossibly addictive. She was the sort of gal that a guy wouldn't mind tying himself to. Not in the relationship sense, that was something that Dallas didn't do. There were too many sweet babes in the world to limit himself to just one, even one as luscious as her. Maybe though, if she hadn't just been passing through the area but was staying somewhere close then there was always the possibility to repeat performances. Hell, he'd done friends with benefits before and that worked out pretty damn well. Dallas knew he was getting a little ahead of himself and he needed to ease back just a little bit. He was the sort who had learned to take what he wanted because he learned early on that no one was going to give it to him.

To begin with, his parents had been too fucking tied up in his pansy ass brother to barely know he was alive. There were times he'd wondered which position he would have rather had, being the outsider within his own family or being little more than a waste of space. Honestly there really was no choice. Dallas lived his life the way he wanted, he made his own rules, set his own standards and didn't answer to anyone. The early road he traveled had been rocky but he was stronger because of that. He'd earned everything he'd gotten. Okay, so maybe he'd cheated more than a few times, stole on occasion, too. The point was that when he wanted something it was in his nature to take it any way he could get it. At the moment what he wanted was right in front of him, willing and ready for the taking. Putting all other thoughts out of his head Dallas let his focus narrow. He was exceedingly good at reading people when he wanted. Even the smallest thing could let him know whether she liked something or didn't.

For the briefest of seconds she reacted to something, just what it was he didn't know. In fact he wasn't entirely certain whether it was positive or negative. As of yet he hadn't really done anything so it didn't seem likely that it was negative. That also likely narrowed it down to something that he'd said. Quickly he skimmed back over his words in his mind, searching for what he might have said that caused the reaction. Dallas filed a couple of words away to try out later to see if he couldn't narrow down the search and find what he wanted to know. Then again, it could have simply been a reaction to the cold night air. Just because he was plenty warm from desire didn't mean that she was entirely comfortable in her oh-so-short shorts.

As much as Dallas loved everything about what was going to happen, he couldn't help but wish for a few things. He absolutely wanted to take her right there in the middle of the old highway, where anyone could drive by and see their show. To make things a little more comfortable however, it would have been nice if it wasn't the middle of winter. At the same time, a place that would allow for more accommodating positions would also be nice. Of course those were always options for another time. There was no question that Dallas would use every talent in his considerable arsenal to assure that there would be another time. In fact he planned for there to be many other times. And not just tonight. He planned to assure that there would be plenty of encounters for various nights to come for as long as they enjoyed themselves. Being wholly confident in his ability to please a woman and having complete faith in her powers to please a man, Dallas didn't see that being an issue any time in the near future.

His lips moved over her throat, starting with soft, close-mouthed kisses. A low rumble of approval vibrated in his chest when she started to stroke her leg against his. That was followed quickly by a soft hiss at the touch of her cold fingers against the heated skin beneath his shirt. Despite the chill, Dallas arched into the touch, loving the feel of her hands splayed against his back. As soon as she voiced her permission, his lips parted and his tongue eased out to tease the skin at her throat. "Don't mind if I do, beautiful,"

[/color] he whispered roughly. His lips and tongue worked down her throat and into the opening of her shirt but that was just barely getting started. For a moment his fingers danced up her sides, enjoying the feel of her warm, smooth skin beneath his rough fingertips. Unfortunately he needed his hands for other things at the moment. Slowly he stroked down along her sides before removing his hands from under her shirt. Dallas didn't waste any time putting his fingers back to work though, immediately they began to release the buttons of the flannel shirt she wore. His lips and tongue continued their exploration with each new strip of skin he revealed.

In the back of his mind he was vaguely aware of the fact that the Mustang was still running. He could feel the vibration of the car through her body as she leaned back for support. It hadn't been until he'd started moving down her chest that he truly noticed her petite size. After releasing several buttons another thought came to him. His fingers stroked down the front of her torso to her waist then from there his hands curled around her curves just above her hips. Easing back just a bit so he wasn't pressing into her and had a little room to move, Dallas easily picked her off her feet and set her on the edge of open window. Since he was basically just wasting gas someone should at least enjoy the vibration that rumbled through the frame of the car.[/size][/blockquote][/justify]tag:[/color] the garden of eden!
words:[/color] 1061
clothes:[/color] right here
car:[/color] the cowboy's horse
notes:[/color] sorry it took so long.
lyrics:[/color] put the boy back in cowboy - bon jovi

[devililltheden]

There was that word again. One that she hated along with loved. One of those words that could get under her skin and made her long to hear it again as well as it made her long to have never heard it in the first place. It was something that was so rare for her to hear so actually having it being said to her twice in just a matter of minutes was something that caught her slightly off guard. Out of all the things that he could have called her, all the many things that people always called her no matter where she was. At the club, walking around, it didn’t matter she had heard it all. There were so many things to choose from and he picked that one that could get a response from her, it was almost scary how he knew that that was what she wanted to hear. She might have said something, given some kind of reaction to it, but with the sensation of his lips moving against her neck the moment of shock was lost in another moment of just enjoying every single thing that he was doing to her. Instead of saying anything she just tilted her head back slightly. Even though Devi was rather a slut and she had had more men than most women twice her age this was something that hadn’t happened before. There were many places that she had been, that she had been with others, but never before on the side of a deserted road with a man that was still unnamed. For now he was just cowboy, a very hot cowboy that knew exactly how a woman’s body wanted to be treated.

The sounds that came from him as she rested her hands on his back made her want to do it over and over again just to get that same reaction from him once more. Devi had always loved to hear how men were enjoying her touch or whatever she was doing. Girls were always more known to moan and make obvious that they were enjoying what the man was doing with, sometimes they would even fake it. Men were always much more quiet and she couldn’t stand that, she wanted to hear them moan as much as she did, groaning as they tried to make it last longer. It was a kind of high that she got from making them feel better than they ever had before. And she wanted it to be real, there was no way that either parties were allowed to fake it. Though that was something that Devi had never done a moment in her life, if men didn’t satisfy her than they were going to know it, she would let them know. Devi was quite good at destroying a man’s ego by telling them that they were crap. She had never faked it, and she was not going to start tonight.

Not that she had to because he was making her feel quite amazing. His fingers moving along her sides made her shiver slightly and she curved her body ever so slightly against his hand so that she could feel more of it. The feel of his hands against her skin was almost as good as feeling his skin underneath her own hands. Her fingers moved over his back, crawling higher and pressing him closer to her just slightly. Devi was one of those people that was addicted to the human touch and she always wanted it, and she wanted to have this cowboy a lot closer to her than he was now. She started to think about this encounter, for as long as her brain allowed her to think about anything other than his lips and his hands. If this, something that was technically still small and even slightly innocent, already felt this good, than just how good was the rest going to be? Devi was yet to meet a man that could satisfy her completely, that could keep up with her in every way. Cowboy was doing a good job, of course that wasn’t proof of anything. He could still fail miserably later on.

But she found herself wanting him to succeed, she wanted him to beat the others that she had been with even though she wasn’t quite sure why she wanted that to happen, she just did. When he pulled away, even though it was just slightly and there was still barely any space between them, Devi groaned softly and found herself wanting to pull him against her again. Of course that was before the movement and she grinned as he set her onto the car, curling her toes in her boots as she felt the car moving underneath her. It had always been a mystery why something like that felt good, like sitting on top of a washing machine. With her legs no longer needed to hold herself up she moved them to the outside of his legs, pulling away from him slightly so that she could look at him with a wide grin. Her legs locked themselves together at his back and slowly she moved him closer to her, not wanting any kind of space between them not even the slightest bit of air. Devi moved her hands from his back to his stomach, biting her lower lip as she felt the muscles on his stomach, tracing her hands up higher to his chest. Something that she felt on his chest made her grin and she looked up at him, brushing her lips against his chin before murmuring, “Feels like we match.”

She didn’t bother to explain what she meant, she just grinned and pressed her lips tightly against his as her hands moved higher again. It was difficult to keep her hands in one place because feeling his skin underneath her hands was just a sensation that she just didn’t want to miss. Her tongue eased out of her mouth to tease against his lips, forcing them to part and running her tongue over the inside of his upper lip. The fact that they were outside was completely lost on her and the fact that it was the middle of winter was just as lost. It didn’t matter, all that mattered was getting him closer to her, much closer than he was now.

tagged; hot cowboy, dallas
wearing; this smoking outfit
the ride; <3
location; just outside of new orleans
word count; 1.061
notes; x] dun worry about it babe <3

[dallasdakotarico]

I WAS SIX FEET TALL

'til she brought me to my knees

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Despite his rather narrow focus, it hadn't escaped Dallas' attention that the Blue Eyes had stolen his hat and was now trying to keep it on her head. He was the type of cowboy who didn't generally like others touching his hat, much less wearing it. That rule did not apply to her. In fact he rather liked the idea of her wearing it, just as he liked the sight. Currently though, as he unbuttoned the flannel shirt she wore, his lips moving down her chest as each new strip of skin was revealed, it was hard to see the top of her head. The fact that she kept lifting her hand to make certain that the hat stayed in place was enough assurance that she would take good care of it while he was taking good care of her. At the same time, while he was pleased that she was paying mind to his hat, Dallas didn't much like it when he lost the touch of one of her hands. He loved the feel of her fingers and palms against his back. That wasn't to say that he didn't like when her hand rested against his neck, her fingers toying slightly with the long ends of his hair. Hell, he had the impression that he would like just about anything that she could do to him.

Though he had vowed to discover just what it was that he'd said before that caused just the slightest reaction in her, he hadn't quite expected to find the answer so soon. Then again he still wasn't entirely certain what caused the reaction, nor was he sure whether it received a response because it was positive or negative. It was going to take a bit more study but Dallas didn't want to push too hard. If it was a positive reaction to something that he said or something he was doing then he absolutely wanted to know so that he could continue to do it. If, however, it was getting a response because it was something that she didn't like then he didn't want to do it any more than he necessary. He had a fairly good idea just what the issue was but he didn't want to risk putting an end to things if he was wrong. For the time being he decided that actions spoke louder than words.

Blue Eyes certainly seemed to like her new position, perched in the open window of the Mustang. Dallas licked his lips as he looked at her. The flannel she wore was hanging half open, the skin beneath shined with moisture where his mouth had been even in the dim light that surrounded them. He watched her with pleasure. Looking at her was seriously a major turn on and considering the fact that he'd been doing a little more than looking was creating quite the reaction. He arched a brow, a smirk developing on his face when her legs stroked up along his. It didn't take a genius to figure out what she was about to do. Dallas wasn't at all disappointed when she used her legs to pull him back against her. Getting closer to her was just what he wanted, except that wasn't close enough and he wasn't ready to get as close as he wanted to be quite yet.

His breath hitched a little bit as her fingers danced over his stomach. Tendrils of pleasure headed south while other parts of his body ached for a bit of attention. Dallas was surprisingly not completely disappointed when her hand started up his chest rather than down where he thought he'd wanted it. As her fingers teased higher he sucked in a sharp breath. The piece of jewelry in his nipple made it incredibly sensitive to touch, which was entirely the point. Her words were almost lost beneath the crushing waves of hotness when she kissed his chin. Thankfully Dallas wasn't a novice, which was likely the only thing that allowed his brain to continue to function. Experience had taught him balance, how to do more than one thing at a time. For instance at that moment he tilted his head and returned her kiss with firm pressure while his hands released a few more buttons on her shirt.

As soon as her tongue came into play Dallas was all too ready. His lips immediately parted, his own tongue snaking out to stroke along hers. Only a couple of buttons remained closed on Blue Eye's shirt so he went ahead and released those while they hungrily devoured each other's mouth. Dallas had kissed his fair share of women. Some were good, some were better. Some were spectacular, though very few compared to the skills of his current kissing partner. His hands gently eased into her shirt, teased his fingers against the fabric of her undershirt. Slowly he inched higher while they let their tongues explore. After a moment his hands molded gently against the sides of her breasts, his thumbs stroking over the ample curves until he felt what he'd been looking for. His lips curved into a smile against her mouth while his tongue continued to duel with her. So her nipples, or nipple as he could only feel one piece of jewelry, were pierced. Immediately Dallas began to wonder just what other little treasures he was going to find along the way.

tag:[/color] the garden of eden!
words:[/color] 923
clothes:[/color] right here
car:[/color] the cowboy's horse
notes:[/color] kinda short… sorry
lyrics:[/color] put the boy back in cowboy - bon jovi

[devililltheden]

Devi never had a preference when it came to men, men were men and they hopefully all had something that she wanted. Of course she had been disappointed a fair share of times because they couldn't make her feel the way that she wanted them to make her feel or they couldn't keep up with her. But she never really had a type of guys that she liked more than others, a few things were definitely plusses, but just because they didn't have it didn't mean that they were completely out of chances with her. It wasn't that she would sleep with anyone, there was a limit and there were a lot of guys that she had rejected. However, she had never had a set type of what she liked. But then as this encounter progressed, as he got closer, as things got more and more heated, Devi was starting to think that cowboys were her new favorite, that she was definitely creating a type of men that she liked more than others. Then again just because this one was good didn't mean all cowboys were. But this one was most definitely, without a question, one of the better guys that she had encountered. The fact that she was still there, smirking and more than willing to press him closer to her was proof of that. Devi didn't settle, if within a few seconds she found that a guy was not going to be worth the time then she left and didn't look back at him. She was still there, she let him set her onto the car, she let his hands unbutton her shirt. That was enough to prove that Devi was approving of this guy and that she wasn't planning on going anywhere just yet.

When her fingertips encountered the metal that was attached to his chest another thing on her list got crossed off. She loved piercings on guys, only certain ones of course, but because she had one herself nipple rings were most definitely her favorite. It made her want to get him without his shirt even faster, just to see what else he had. Sometimes told her that she would find some tattoos under those layers of clothing and that would make the entire package practically perfect in her eyes. She had a fair few herself, finding them on others was almost as much fun as getting more herself. The reaction she got from him was even more fun, the way his breath hitched at her touch and the way that he sucked in a sharp breath as she found the hidden rings on his chest. It made her want to do it again, it made her wonder what else she could make him do, what other sounds she could get from his lips. She loved it when guys reacted to her touch, it made her grin, made her want to do it again. This cowboy knew what she liked, even without ever meeting her before.

She wanted to move her hands to his back and press his chest firmly against hers, but his hands were still trying to get her entire shirt unbuttoned and she wanted that to happen as much as he did. Instead she moved her hands down his chest again, after lingering around the metal rings a bit more and smirking against his lips. She knew from experience that it was sensitive, that it was an amazing turn on, even the slightest touch was, at least that was what it was like for her. Her hands moved back to his stomach, teasing along his waist line. Devi was a tease, but only because she liked to drive men crazy. After a moment her hands moved from his waist to his neck, wrapping her arms around his neck and letting her fingers run through the ends of his dark hair again, keeping his face close to hers and tilting her head slightly to deepen the kiss even more and continue this hungry dance that they had started.

His hands moved higher on her side and she found herself growing more and more fond of his touch the more that she felt it. It made her regret wearing another shirt and a bra for that matter because she wanted to feel his touch on her care skin. But even through the other shirt and the fabric of her bra what he was looking for could be found. Devi gasped softly against his lips and arched her back slightly to press her chest more into his hands. A soft moan escaped from between her lips and lost its way once she continued the heated kiss. The kiss was too good to just let it end there and she tighten her legs a bit around his waist, pulling him closer to her still. The fact that they were outside, in the winter, on a public road could have been completely lost on her if it wasn't for the sound that suddenly hit her ears besides her loud heartbeat. Pulling away wasn't an option and she kept her mouth against his, her hands in her hair right up to the point that she could hear voices, screaming several things. Reluctantly and with a soft groan she pulled away from the cowboy, keeping her arms wrapped around his neck and only turning her head slightly to see the car that drove by them at a slow pace.

Devi just rolled her bright eyes and turned her gaze back to the cowboy in front of her, tilting her head slightly to press her lips against his neck. With a whispered voice, and slightly out of breath she murmured quietly against his skin, "Maybe we should relocate," one of her hands moved down from his neck, resting on his chest and running over the metal that she could feel even through his shirt, playing with it for a moment as if to persuade him. Her lips trailed down his throat to his collarbone, "Or at least get inside one of the cars," she suggested, a wide smirk covering her lips as she nipped at his skin. Devi pulled back then, making sure that the hat was still on her head and leaned back against the car, showing of her body by stretching just a bit. She was not ready to just leave, she wanted more of this, but he had to want it too.

tagged; hot cowboy, dallas
wearing; this smoking outfit
the ride; <3
location; just outside of new orleans
word count; 1.075
notes; x] figured it was time to get caught, could change it though if you want me to ;]