<Indigo>The orange peeled apart like it wanted to be taken and separated into the single portions that folded out over the surface of the small serving plate. Citrus scent filled the air beneath her nose while she ignored the faucet. Instead the tips of her fingers were wrapped loosely by the fullness of her lips. The sweet juices were swept away with the pull of one warm digit to allow another to take it’s place. The sound of bodies moved distracted her briefly but not enough that she lost the moment at hand. With a sweep of her hips against the hard surface of the counter she finally turned with plate in hand and made her way into the main room to see who was wandering about.
<Kaspar>The German rocker was slumped into his favourite chair, long legs draped over the arm of it casually. He had headphones on and a serious look on his face, his thumb swiping at something on his phone. Occasionally he made a frustrated noise, other times his lips quirked as if he might smile but it never quite formed full upon his lips. Utterly absorbed in his idle flicking he didn’t look up to acknowledge the woman, of course he was aware of her presence, he was always aware of the others that inhabited this little home. The fingers of his other hand drummed across his chest, the top he wore so loose fitting and draping around the chest that his chest tattoos were almost fully on display, the man very much in his own world.
<Indigo> Indigo nibbled on the slices as she moved towards the center of the room that was a favorite spot to sink into. The round pit was a step down for her then absolutely welcoming to the rest of her body as it settled over the plethora of red and black silk pillows. Stretching out her legs she wiggled a foot and until a pillow slid over the top. Her eyes finally set on the one gracing the corner like a king clearly comfortable upon his throne. His thoughts clearly had him elsewhere and she was not typically one to intrude. That was the beauty of The Hive as they named it. Several segments of Florida grown citrus found its demise in her mouth before she surrendered the plate to the grey carpeted floor behind her. Her body slid deeper leaving her foot to rise beneath the pillow and send it playfully his direction.
<Kaspar>He sat up as the pillow flew his direction, slapping it down over his lap before it was able to hit him in the face. “Good shot, Caramel.” He grunted, tugging his headphones off. “Did you want me? I’m sorry, I was just looking at some pictures.” He wiggled his dented phone in her direction, as if making a point. “You want to see something fun?” Kaspar turned one of his more charming, lazy smiles on her, the one that he used when he wasn’t performing for anyone which was a rare moment. He was a walking piece of art, most of his life had been captured on film starting from a very young age. People trying to capture images of Nik Cherry being a family man, with his kids and wife. He didn’t mind really, not anymore.
<Indigo> She wiggled her brows and lifted up a little pulling the pillows that slid over her body and tossed them to the side. She patted the one closest to her left and found that the cue to come to her would be lost as he seemed so content right where he was sprawled. She gave in to the invite he offered both verbally and otherwise by climbing out of the pool of silk to make her way slowly towards him. When his body stayed just as it was positioned she worked hers in to sit on the small open space at the edge of the white chaise by his ankles.
“Yes.” She eyed the phone in his hands and was more than curious while she leaned over the one leg still stretched out and balanced the minimal weight of her body on her elbow. “Do share.” Her fingers pulled and straightened the material over his lower leg.
<Kaspar>The German rocker was slumped into his favourite chair, long legs draped over the arm of it casually. He had headphones on and a serious look on his face, his thumb swiping at something on his phone. Occasionally he made a frustrated noise, other times his lips quirked as if he might smile but it never quite formed full upon his lips. Utterly absorbed in his idle flicking he didn’t look up to acknowledge the woman, of course he was aware of her presence, he was always aware of the others that inhabited this little home. The fingers of his other hand drummed across his chest, the top he wore so loose fitting and draping around the chest that his chest tattoos were almost fully on display, the man very much in his own world.
<Indigo> Indigo nibbled on the slices as she moved towards the center of the room that was a favorite spot to sink into. The round pit was a step down for her then absolutely welcoming to the rest of her body as it settled over the plethora of red and black silk pillows. Stretching out her legs she wiggled a foot and until a pillow slid over the top. Her eyes finally set on the one gracing the corner like a king clearly comfortable upon his throne. His thoughts clearly had him elsewhere and she was not typically one to intrude. That was the beauty of The Hive as they named it. Several segments of Florida grown citrus found its demise in her mouth before she surrendered the plate to the grey carpeted floor behind her. Her body slid deeper leaving her foot to rise beneath the pillow and send it playfully his direction.
<Kaspar>He sat up as the pillow flew his direction, slapping it down over his lap before it was able to hit him in the face. “Good shot, Caramel.” He grunted, tugging his headphones off. “Did you want me? I’m sorry, I was just looking at some pictures.” He wiggled his dented phone in her direction, as if making a point. “You want to see something fun?” Kaspar turned one of his more charming, lazy smiles on her, the one that he used when he wasn’t performing for anyone which was a rare moment. He was a walking piece of art, most of his life had been captured on film starting from a very young age. People trying to capture images of Nik Cherry being a family man, with his kids and wife. He didn’t mind really, not anymore.
<Indigo> She wiggled her brows and lifted up a little pulling the pillows that slid over her body and tossed them to the side. She patted the one closest to her left and found that the cue to come to her would be lost as he seemed so content right where he was sprawled. She gave in to the invite he offered both verbally and otherwise by climbing out of the pool of silk to make her way slowly towards him. When his body stayed just as it was positioned she worked hers in to sit on the small open space at the edge of the white chaise by his ankles.
“Yes.” She eyed the phone in his hands and was more than curious while she leaned over the one leg still stretched out and balanced the minimal weight of her body on her elbow. “Do share.” Her fingers pulled and straightened the material over his lower leg.
