Hurt You Real Good [M] (Swan Song)

Title: Hurt You Real Good [M]
Description: Clay

MEG MASTERS - June 1, 2012 07:07 AM (GMT)

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If they say life's a dream call this insomnia

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Cause this ain't Wonderland
it damn sure ain't Narnia
And once you cross the line
you can't change your mind
Yeah I'm a monster
but I'm not Frankenstein

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Meg was sweating and breathless as the music moved through her and the base pounded in the room. She was dancing in some random club in Maine where she had been living for the past couple of weeks. Two strangers were pressed up against her, their hands roaming her body and she pushed back against them. The demon wasn’t out that night to find someone to torture or kill. No. She had a little toy in the basement of the house she was squatting in. All the endless torturing had gotten her hot and bothered and she was looking for a good lay. Someone she could make scream in a totally different way and who could make her scream in return. The two men dancing with her had potential of course and she smiled at the one in front of her. The only problem was they seem to be a bit to assertive for her tastes. Meg didn’t see them letting her tie them down and use their bodies for her pleasure.<p>
Meg smiled at the one in front of her before mouthing something about a drink and ducking out their embrace and making her way over to the bar. She ordered a whiskey on the rocks and got up on one of the bar stools. Meg had decided to wear a lot of leather that night when she went out, leather pants, leather jacket and a purple tank top. Her boots were just tied the rest of the outfit together. They came up past her ankles and were covered in buckles and had a nice heel to them. She looked smoking and she knew it. Tucked away in the inside pockets of her jacket was her lighter, her cigarettes and her trusty knife. It was getting a lot of use out of it lately but she never went anywhere without it lest the opportunity to use it came up.<p>
Slowly she looked down the bar for someone to catch her eye. There were a couple of prospects sure but one man caught her attention and held it. He was attractive, with a strong jaw that she would have loved to nibble along and dark eyes. Meg looked at his body and smiled to herself. Oh, she would not mind seeing how much he could take at all. Yes, he would do. She finished her drink and thought about how best to approach him. There were so many ways to get a man into bed but she was trying to figure out what would be best for the situation, this man in particular, and what she wanted out of the encounter. Meg was a chameleon. She could blend in easily and make herself seem like she belonged. It was how she’d gotten Sam Winchester to trust her. It was also how she got her new toy. She could make anyone feel like she was their best friend and on their side when she was always just working for her own means. <p>
Smiling she stood up and moved towards the man who had caught her eye. Meg was walking like she owned the place, smiling at the men and women who looked at her and even winking at a man who slapped her ass. The demon sat down next to the man and smiled at him. Talking over the music she leaned into him and touched his arm, ’I couldn’t help but notice how ridiculously sexy you are… are you here alone?’ she asked, sweeping her dark curls over her shoulder, ’Because if you are I was wondering if I could throw myself at you…’ she gave him a flirt smile and touched her knee to his.

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CLAY DAWSON - June 1, 2012 02:16 PM (GMT)

Clay was a creature of simple pleasures; he loved to take advantage of his second shape to blend into the human nightlife, where he could freely indulge in all these appealing creature comforts. Music, dance, heat, sex, drink... He loved every second of it. It was such a far cry from his learned military personality, his mild-mannered and polite self that everyone knew. He was certain, actually, that coming to places like this was some kind of release. Some sort of way to let go, to let himself be bad. Let himself be an animal—because that's what he was.

He was sitting up at the bar right now, and had taken mind to actually show off a little; his outfit was dark and form-fitting, from the strapped top to the jeans and leather combat boots. He had taken off his jacket to cope with the heat, and it was hanging off the back of his seat—he had a Guinness in one hand and a comfortable, lazy grin on his face as he took ample time to people-watch. for once he wasn't in the mood to start a fight. He just wanted to watch humanity indulge in itself, regardless of what was happening to the world around them. Personally, he didn't want to dwell on his worries (as there were some certain people he was worried about). He could smell sweat and practically feel the electricity in the room, chemistry between bodies, that perfect lust that they were just so good at... Exactly what he wanted.

He was considering rejoining the dancers in their vertical orgy when a woman took up a perch beside him; his dark eyes flickered over her, appraising as she spoke. Well, now... a woman in that much leather was certainly his type. She'd look damn good with a bike purring between her thighs... probably look pretty good with his hips between them, too. He wasn't going to pretend that his mind didn't go there almost immediately. It was where his thoughts already were, and it just came together with what she was saying, making the Thunderbird smirk, turning himself a bit more toward her.

"I'm not alone anymore," he purred, leaning in close to her ear so he didn't have to shout. "Gorgeous woman like you shouldn't be throwing herself at anyone, though. Should be the other way around." His own hand slid up her arm as he spoke. He was fairly certain his night was about to get unexpectedly interesting...

MEG MASTERS - June 9, 2012 04:42 AM (GMT)

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If they say life's a dream call this insomnia

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Cause this ain't Wonderland
it damn sure ain't Narnia
And once you cross the line
you can't change your mind
Yeah I'm a monster
but I'm not Frankenstein

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Meg licked her lips as she looked over at the dark haired man. He was delectable and she couldn’t wait to get a taste. The demon had a thing for the horizontal tango. Well, maybe had a thing was a bit of an understatement. She couldn’t get enough of it and didn’t think that it was exactly a bad thing. It wasn’t as if she had to worry about diseases or pregnancy. This wasn’t her body anyway. So she had as much sex as she wanted and didn’t have to worry about a damn thing. <P>
The dark haired demon smirked as the young man turned to face her. Men, so predictable, a little bit of leather and some forwardness and she had them hook, line, and sinker, ‘Oh they are. You see the problem with that though is I’m the type of girl who goes after what I want. And tonight…’ she looked him up and down a wicked smirk on her face, ’Well tonight… you’re what I want… what I really, really want.’ she said as she walked her fingers up his thigh, grinning when she felt his hand on her arm.<p>
Noticing the straps on his shirt Meg wrapped her hand around one and started tugging him towards the dance floor, her eye never leaving him. Once she got him into the middle of the dance floor she pressed her body up against his and started grinding up against him, her chest pressing against his as she moved to the beat. She took his hands in hers and put them on her hips before wrapping her own arms around his neck and she did. It was close and intimate and hot as hell. One of her hands started to move down his chest as she bit her bottom lip.<p>
She leaned forward and started to slowly nip along his jaw and his neck. Meg was so in the mood at that very moment and she wanted him in her bed as soon as possible. She smirked and turned around so her back was against his chest and she could grind her hips more fully against his. Her hands went to his again and she moved them from her hips and up her sides before looking back at him and whispering in his ear, ’You want give me a ride to my place? Maybe spend the night?’ she asked biting her bottom lip and raising her eyebrows. It was obvious what she wanted and for some reason she was pretty sure he wanted the same thing, ’I really want to have some fun with you… are you game?’

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CLAY DAWSON - June 12, 2012 06:13 AM (GMT)

Clay might have thought something oddly familiar about her turn of phrase had he been paying the slightest bit of attention to pop culture in the late 90s; as the case was, it flew right over his head. Maybe for the better, really. Regardless, he found himself quite interested in the woman speaking to him, explaining her methods, and the longer she went on the more interested he got. A woman who took what she wanted? Sounded exactly like what the soldier was looking for tonight... Well, he rarely went out looking for anything in particular, but if he was going to play around a little at all, he did have very particular tastes. If there was going to be any romp on his schedule, it would have to be worth it. 'worth it' often came wrapped in leather and latex and PVC these days. How the times had changed.

"Good," he answered, just before she grabbed the straps across his chest and dragged him out onto the floor; now he could deal with that. He wasn't much of a dancer, but he often found he didn't have to be, often just letting his partner take the opportunity to show off. He moved with her, but kept the focus on her, eyes and hands wandering appreciatively, and he pliably took direction when it was given, letting his fingers coast where they were guided. The heat of bodies, the scent; he loved this, losing himself in this... It didn't take long for his dark eyes to be almost clouded with lust, his breathing deep and pulse picking up. Desire coiled in him, a waiting predator, but he would have much preferred to play prey tonight.

He tipped his head inward and nipped at the lobe of her ear, smirking lazily as he let his hands slide back down her sides, fitting her hips back closely against his own. Dancing like this was practically foreplay. "As long as you don't mind riding on the back of my Harley," he growled, body relaxed as he let himself roll subtly back against her. "I'm sure you don't mind holding on nice and tight, babe."

MEG MASTERS - June 26, 2012 07:21 PM (GMT)

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Cause this ain't Wonderland
it damn sure ain't Narnia
And once you cross the line
you can't change your mind
Yeah I'm a monster
but I'm not Frankenstein

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Meg smiled as he continued dancing with her. His hands felt good on her body and she was looking forward to seeing exactly where this was going to lead. She tilted her head when she felt his lips on her ear and gasped a little when he tugged her hips closer to his. The demon never lost the beat though and she smiled looking back at him, ’Your Harley?’ she asked with a mischievous grin, ’I’m definitely down with that…’ Meg laughed when he mentioned holding on tight and turned around running her hand along the outside of his thigh and pushed herself closer to him as her fingers moved to tease him through his tight slacks, ’Oh I can hold on...’ she said leaning forward to nip at his neck and grabbed one of the straps and turned tugging him towards the door of the bar.<p>
Once outside she pushed him against the wall of the bar, careful not to exhibit too much of the strength and rolled her hips against his. She brought her mouth onto his and kissed him roughly. She dug her fingernails into the skin of his hips as she held him there. Meg knew there were people watching but she had always been a bit of a show off and it actually turned her on to know that people were staring as she pushed her body up against his as she kissed him wantonly hoping to leave him wanting as her hands wandered along his chest and abdomen getting teasingly close to his crotch as she did. Meg was extremely worked up and she wanted to work him up too. She found that people we much more compliant when they were teased to the point of no return and tonight she wanted someone to do whatever she told them too.<p>
’So,’ she said against his lips as she pulled back a bit, ‘Where is that motorcycle of yours?’ Meg had never ridden on a motorcycle and she was looking forward to the experience but she was also looking for another ride tonight as well. She tugged on the straps a little as she pressed her body flush against him fingers moving lower, eventually finding their way to one of his thighs. Meg dug her fingernails into him and raked her hand up and over his hip as she kissed along his neck, ’Because the sooner we get to my place the sooner I can take you on a ride…’ she said with a breathy chuckle.

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CLAY DAWSON - July 12, 2012 01:48 AM (GMT)

Clay couldn't say that her forwardness wasn't appreciated. If there was one thing he liked to see in a woman, it was seeing one who knew just what she wanted, and went for it... No dancing around the subject. No beating around the bush. But beating in general? That was okay... but they'd get to that later, if she was so inclined. Her bold hands did not go unappreciated, and he let himself ease forward into those rough touches, allowing himself to be pulled along by the strap.

Once she had him up against the wall, he met that kiss with an eager hunger and a groan of gratification as she dug her nails into his hips; he was getting very worked up, very fast, and transit was probably going to be a pain unless something was done about it beforehand. Not that he was complaining. All he was seeing were very positive signs that she was the kind of girl who would have no qualms with dragging him around by the hair... which was hardly a bad thing.

He nipped at her lower lip as she pulled back, eyes hooded, trying to find his focus, but she was scratching at him and had her mouth on his neck and finding his train of thought was getting increasingly difficult. "Parking lot," he answered breathily, turning his head to speak against her ear, a hand running along her waist. "But we better get to it now, 'cause as much as I'm enjoying getting roughed up here, it's going to make driving pretty tricky..."

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