La Malvada Bruja del Costa del Este (Guillermo)

[GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ]

He saw her hesitation but she mumbled her thanks and went to change. Guillermo stared around the living room, suddenly bored without her there. He assumed it was from current lack of entertainment. When he heard the door open, he instantly looked to the hall. He mentally kicked himself for seeming to be so intrigued by her. But if he was honest, he was.
She came out looking as if she was drowning in them.
He chuckled.
The sweatpants were too long and it looked like she had pulled the strings as tight as they could go. The t-shirt was much too big and flopped around oddly, occasionally slipping off a shoulder or back or forward.
He watched her for a few moments, just barely smiling to himself.
"How do I look, Yeguada?"
He closed his eyes, trying to rein in the restraint that he was so proud of. Thinking of her in his clothes didn't help things much.
"Muy caliente," teased Guillermo. He wasn't too far off the mark, really. She made his old clothes look really good.
"Así que ... ¿y ahora qué?"
"No sé. ¿Qué quieres hacer?"

[ROSE MERCER]

"No sé. ¿Qué quieres hacer?" That was an interesting question, considering she had basically no free time. Rubbing her chin, she pretended to think deeply.

"I don't know. Do you have Candyland?" She asked, grinning widely. It was not her usual smirk, but was a genuine smile, that brightened her face. But it was fleeting, and melted back to her usual smirk. "I'm kidding. Yo engañar a los hombres. Yo los consigo que me dejen entrar en sus casas, a continuación, les roban cuando piensan que sólo soy un dulce doncella." Staring at Guillermo, she gave him a very serious look before bursting out laughing, sinking into her seat a little, her hair curling around her face coquettishly. "I'm kidding again. Don't be so serious." She took a drag of her cigarette, blowing a perfect smoke ring, which hovered over her.

Watching it as it vanished, she looked at him, her dark cerulean eyes met his again (locking eyes seemed to be a theme today), and she gave him an almost bitter look. "Honestly? Me gusta ir de compras. Y trabajar en mi coche. Yo trabajo en un garaje, me voy a la escuela. A veces. Not really. Puedo escuchar música. Ver una película que no se ve que va a ser decepcionante." She shrugged, getting up from her seat to dispose of the cigarette butt.

Boredom crept on her like a pestilent disease, and this did not sit well with Rose. She returned to the living room, and sat back down, a little closer to him, looking into his brown eyes intensely, speaking with a crystal clear confidence. "Usted podría admitir cómo usted quiere gravemente besarme ahora." Her trademark smirk took it's place again, as she started another game of semantics. Rose most certainly wouldn't admit she wanted to kiss him, especially since she wasn't one hundred percent certain she won the last battle. "Just to get that out of the way."

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[GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ]

"I don't know. Do you have Candyland? I'm kidding. Yo engañar a los hombres. Yo los consigo que me dejen entrar en sus casas, a continuación, les roban cuando piensan que sólo soy un dulce doncella."
His eyebrows went up. Somehow, he would not be surprised if that were the case with her. She seemed like she could easily be the deceptive type. She probably WAS the deceptive type.
"I'm kidding again. Don't be so serious."
Guillermo scoffed.
"Don't tell me how to be, chola."
She began to list off the things she enjoyed doing. He listened with little interest.
He found it difficult to think with her blowing the smoke into the air by him. Without any assisting medications or nicotine patches, it was already hard enough to quit.
"Usted podría admitir cómo usted quiere gravemente besarme ahora. Just to get that out of the way."
He looked at the floor, shaking his hair out of his eyes and he laughed.
"Eres una chica loca, Rose. But thanks for allowing that."
He leaned towards her, pushing some locks of hair behind her ear, and kissed her. He wasn't sure how she'd react, but he figured it was better now than later. He wouldn't have held out much longer anyways.

[ROSE MERCER]

"Don't tell me how to be, chola." So gruff? Already, Rose could tell, Guillermo had some anger. She, who could a unique piece of art, like this. why, Rose was positive that would probably become something she liked most about him. When she proposed her idea of what they could do, her eyebrow arched ever so delicately, he looked down, his brown eyes smiling "Eres una chica loca, Rose. But thanks for allowing that."

When he leaned forward, Rose flinched as he pushed her hair back, though she had not meant too. It was a moment of tenderness she was neither expecting nor use too. But when he leaned forward, pressing his lips on to hers, she kissed him back, smiling a little while she did so. She started out coy, gently letting her lips hover over his teasingly, then letting the lips touch, nipping his bottom lip gently. Rose's hand pressed the nape of his neck, drawing him closer.

Letting him go, she gave him a smile, drawing out the game that they were playing. Oh, she could be a tease, of that much Rose was certain. "Can I call em, or what?" She didn't move away from him, but instead examined his face closely. It was free from blemishes, a rich and gentle brown, with fawn brown eyes, long eye lashes. Not bad. With a sly little grin, she moved in closer, letting her lips hover momentarily, her breath touching his skin, before kissing his throat softly. He tasted... nice. She let out a giggle, her lips barely leaving his neck. "You... taste like citrus." She gave a final quick kiss before pulling back to her proper seat.

Her eyes were still flirtatious, even as made the rest of her face bored again. No, she wasn't going to make it easy. Work for it baby, work for it.

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[GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ]

He felt his pulse accelerate as she responded with teasing kisses of her own. This unnerved him for a moment. Why was this girl making him feel like this? It was beyond strange. Guillermo didn't believe in any of the love shit, like love-at-first-sight or the other clichés of dating. She pulled away from him and he felt a little frustrated.
"Can I call em, or what?"
He let this comment slide. He was absolutely certain that she had only brought the subject up because she had wanted to kiss him herself. Had he wanted to? Of course. That was what you did with girls. Right before undressing them and-
He had to stop his one night stands. They were fucking up his brain.
She kissed his throat softly after teasing him momentarily. She giggled, her lips and breath tickling his neck. He held back a groan of aggravation and desire.
"You... taste like citrus."
And once you got past the smoke, she tasted like cinnamon. Which was way better than the last girl he had gotten with. What had it been, some fruity flavor? Maybe watermelon? Either way, he hated fruit flavored stuff and.. wait. Why was he even considering this when a girl wearing his clothes was kissing his throat in his living room?
He turned his attention back to her and as soon as he did, she pulled away and resumed her old spot on the couch. He caught a whiff of his own shampoo and sighed.
Somehow, he had a feeling that the spot she now held on the couch was now claimed as her area.
And he was about to invade.
He moved closer to her and leaned over, taking his turn to put his lips to her neck. He breathed in the smell of smoke, cinnamon and his shampoo, along with a very faint flowery scent that he assumed was her perfume of choice.
He could get used to having her around.

[ROSE MERCER]

One.

Two.

Three.

And he followed after her, pressing his lips to her neck in the same fashion that she had done to him, giggling lightly. He seemed... hungry. Yes, that was the word for it. Which suited her fine, she had a hunger to match. Her skin flushed as she took his chin, pressing her lips against his gingerly, her blue eyes fluttering shut. His citrusy taste tingled her lips slightly, which made the corners of her mouth twitch absently.

Rose broke the kiss again, her giggle heavy with a sultry heaviness, as she lounged back into her claimed territory. Dangerously, her eyes flashed, beckoning with her index finger, and tugging him with her free hand. She leaned forward as she pulled him closer, impatient, kissing him with a sudden passion, her coppery hair sprawling around her face.

This was Rose being close to someone, right here. Skin touching skin, body's pressed against each other. In one, fleeting moment of passion that would begin and then end. Sun rise. Sunset. But perhaps the sun could rise again? Not a relationship! Certainly nothing like that! Such an institution, to Rose, was completely against what Rose went for. But... what did those young people call it (coming from an eighteen year old), Friends with Benefits.

Yeah.

She could see it.

She nipped his lip again, a little harder this time, to keep Guillermo on his toes a bit, and let out another giggle. She could say with great honesty, Rose had not planned to enjoy herself so much today. Working on her baby and a piece of hot tail.

Win.

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outfit;; HURRR!
notes;; Still favorite.
credit;; GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0
lyrics in text are from lady gaga!

[GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ]

She had pulled away again and he felt his irritation grow. She apparently really enjoyed being a tease. His brow furrowed as he studied her sapphire eyes, thinking hard.
Rose then suddenly attacked him with lust, which was perfectly welcome.
She pulled him closer and he found himself propped up on his knees on the couch, leaning steadily nearer to her.
She bit his lip roughly and he let out an odd growl, pushing her to lay on the couch as he hovered over her on his knees, never removing his lips from hers. He kissed down her chin, over her neck and down to her collarbone and up again. He could never give an explanation of why he wanted her so much. She seemed like she would certainly be a good friend, but he didn't date, so it would be an odd relationship.
At this point in time, that sounded just right to him.

[ROSE MERCER]

This seemed to be going a little too smoothly for him. Not that she wasn't into it, just ask the arch in her back when he kissed her collarbone (melt). But if this was going, where she thought it was going, and it most certainly did seem to be heading in that direction, this was going to have to be a little more than run-of-the-mill. Suddenly, and with an amazing amount of self control, she stopped him, her eyes bright with mischief. "Así que ... Tengo curiosidad. ¿Qué parte de un reto ¿te gusta?" The breathless voice accompanied with kissing could not cover the dare in her voice.

She sat up, keeping him close; kissing his neck, his collarbone, his chin, his lips. "Vamos a ver." Rose nuzzled his ear temptingly. Me pregunto si usted puede mantener sus pantalones encendido..." Her breath must have been hot on his ear, and she gave it a little tug with her teeth before pulling away, her eyes bright with her little game. "Durante veinte minutos."

She loved her games. They thrilled her, tickled her. They taught her about people, how they reacted, how far they'd go, about their self control. Already she was making little bets in her mind as far as how long he could last. Her estimation was about ten minutes.

Standing up, she made it obvious that her mischief wasn't complete. Still very close to him, Rose lifted the hem of her shirt, and pulled it over her head, showing bare nothingness. "Can't make it too easy for you..." She straddled his lap, kissing him gently on the mouth. "What do you think?" She asked, her hair spilling around their faces like a curtain. "Muy caliente?" The last two words came out in a breathe, before she placed her lips back on his.

Okay, maybe around five minutes.

tagged;; Guillermo
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notes;; Wow.
credit;; GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0
lyrics in text are from lady gaga!

[GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ]

"Así que ... Tengo curiosidad. ¿Qué parte de un reto ¿te gusta? Vamos a ver. Me pregunto si usted puede mantener sus pantalones encendido... Durante veinte minutos."
HELL NO. She had to be joking. She was a horrible, terrible girl.
He bit back his retort, wanting to demand justice. He was too proud to deny her the games she played.
He glared openly at her , until he realized that she was in the process of removing his shirt from her body. It felt as though his body had been doused in ice water. He quickly looked at the floor, keeping his arms pinned to his sides like glue.
"Can't make it too easy for you..."
She got onto his lap, her legs on either side and kissed him softly.
"What do you think? Muy caliente?"
"Um..socialmente aceptable"
It was a lame ass thing to say, but he figured that a guy in his position, attempting to remain passive was bound to make trouble if he said much else. He kept breathing in her scent. Her weight on his lap was not comforting, but tantalizing.
He moaned, looking at the ceiling now, because looking down would not help his situation. For the first time since he was about twelve, he addressed the heavens.
"Dios, ¿porqué me odias?"
He looked into her eyes, sure that his own were filled with anger, lust and disbelief.
And his friends called HIM a devil.

[ROSE MERCER]

He looked like a kid who just realized all he got for Christmas was cloths. It was kind of endearing, and it certainly flattered her ego a great deal. She was enjoying herself, up until he gave a halfhearted reply as to how she looked. "Um..socialmente aceptable" were his exact words, her eyes flashing as she sat on his lap, though otherwise her face remained blank.

Acceptable? Acceptable? Rose couldn't believe it. True, her personality had never gotten shining reviews, but she had never just gotten an acceptable when it came to her looks. Her panic attack was short lived as she noted Guillermo's strategically line of site. The grin returned to her face, as the sentence: well played, echoed in her mind. To add to her relief, he gave a gentle moan, apparently not liking her game, and let out a "Dios, ¿porqué me odias?"

She smirked in a mock sympathy way, looking up at the ceiling with Guillermo, her hair falling down her back, leaving her chest unsheathed. "Yeah God! How can you hate him so much? Having this attractive, half naked, and dare I say adventurous girl, sitting on his lap! Why? Why? WHY?" She shook her fist dramatically upwards, before giving Guillermo a 'seriously?' look, and proceeding to kiss his neck.

"Twenty minutes, that's all. Maybe by the end of that I won't just be acceptable?" She played the wounded ego quite well, actually, taking his hand and tracing his index finger down her sternum, letting him feel the goosebumps forming. "It's for... science." She looked at him tantalizingly, giving a pert little moan. "Guillermo? ¿Quiera experimento en mí?" Oh yeah, definitely five minutes.

She tugged his hair gently from the nape of his neck, whispering: "Se valdrá la pena. Te lo prometo."

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outfit;; HURRR!
notes;; Wow.
credit;; GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0
lyrics in text are from lady gaga!

[GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ]

"Yeah God! How can you hate him so much? Having this attractive, half naked, and dare I say adventurous girl, sitting on his lap! Why? Why? WHY?"
She gave him a look and he allowed himself an eyeroll. Bitch.
"Twenty minutes, that's all. Maybe by the end of that I won't just be acceptable? It's for... science."
She was more than socially acceptable, but he wouldn't say that out loud to her. She was most definitely playing with him, her eyelashes batting and her eyes assessing his every move.
"Sure, Doll. Twenty minutes." his voice was clear and icy. It sounded kinda rude once out of his mouth, but he had to do something so he wouldn't be stuttering all over the place.
He would hold out. He would not let her get this over him.
She gave a small moan. He shifted uncomfortably when she did, only to find that his excitement intensified.
"Guillermo? ¿Quiera experimento en mí?"
He would probably regret this. But it did sound interesting..
"Sevaldrá la pena. Te lo prometo."
Oh, he had no doubt. Something told him that he would be awake with thoughts of this girl tonight.
He busied himself with looking at his watch. Twenty minutes was longer than it seemed. He groaned and decided to play her strange game. He put his hands on either side of her bare waist, drawing her closer and nuzzled into her neck, overcome with the smell of her hair and skin.

[ROSE MERCER]

"Sure, Doll. Twenty minutes." His voice was cold, not surprising. She hadn't deluded herself to think he'd enjoy her little games. But a heavy determination filled his eyes, and she changed her bet back to ten minutes. What was surprising, was his warm hands, which contrasted her cool flesh. What was that saying: Cold hands, mean a warm heart. She wondered if this applied in the reverse.

He pulled her close, nuzzling her softly, and her heart rate sped up a bit. Running her fingers through Guillermo's hair, she tipped his chin upwards, kissing it (having a thing for chins) before tracing his bottom lip with the very tip of her tongue. More tongue, and he'd get spit on him. Spit was not sexy. Less, he wouldn't be able to feel it. But if you used just the tip, you had an instrument of mass destruction in your arsenal.

Pulling one of the drawstrings from her pants, they instantly became loose on her, and she merely had to sit higher up on her knees to feel them slide down her ample hind quarters, her simple black bikini cuts playing peek-a-boo. Rose took his hand, sliding them down at a such a painfully slow rate, that even she was become anxious. But what better time to show a monk-like sense for self control? FINALLY, she lets his fingers touch the cottony taboo cloth, biting the top part of his ear in a firm, but still gentle way.

It was peculiar, this sudden rush she felt. Okay, so she wanted him, big deal? He was kind of interesting. And while liking him in an official, pretentious, icky-relationship sort of way; he certainly had the great prospect of being a friendly associates. Maybe even friends. To most, it would be a dreadful thing, suddenly in the throws of passion with a 'maybe friend', but people were fleeting and unreliable. So she might be a bit callous, at least she never got hurt.

Moving on from this less-than-delightful line of thinking, she instead turned her attention to how to get her pants (PANTS, not pant-ies) off, gracefully, without getting off from him. That was something she really did not want to do.

tagged;; Guillermo
wordcount;; 377
outfit;; HURRR!
notes;; Wow.
credit;; GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0
lyrics in text are from lady gaga!

[GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ]

The diablillo shuddered as her tongue touched his lips. She made such a simple action into a rush of adrenaline. How this worked was far beyond him, but he grinned anyway.
He noticed her pulling the string of the sweatpants and swallowed, watching it slide down her skin. She placed her chilled hands on his, guiding them down slowly. He took in a sharp breath, letting it out slowly. His eyes focused determinedly on the wall again. He WOULD hold out. This girl did not control him.
He felt the goosebumps erupting on her skin. Suddenly his fingertips caught fabric. He did not look down for fear of losing the semblance of self-control he now held.
He occupied himself by pulling her even closer, her hips making contact with his lap and her chest resting against his.
He stared in her eyes and he was furious to find himself lost in them. They were a deep blue and instantly he thought of the summer sky in Mexico. When you were that close to the sun, the color of the blue sky intensified. His brow furrowed, but he gave a soft smile of nostalgia and kissed down her neck, taking time to swipe his tongue in her collarbone and breathing under her ear.

[ROSE MERCER]

They were close, very close. He was actually holding out a lot better than she had thought he would. And Rose was rarely wrong about people. His facial expressions contradicted each other, his brows furrowing in irritation, but his smile forming into a wistful bow. He moved to her neck, and Rose found her game becoming to easy for him, and that was simply no fun.

Very suddenly, she rose to her feet, the sweat pants dropping weightlessly as she moved over to the stereo and turned up the music, offering no explanation to Guillermo as she did not return. She didn't even look back at him as she pondered what to do next, determined to make his will bend. It would seem Rose would have to play dirty. Swaying momentarily to the music, she returned from her stall, peeling his plaid jack off from him, and lifting the shirt under over his head.

Her smile was almost dangerous, her competitive nature getting the better of her. Guillermo was defined, which she liked, without too much bulk. She traced the lines of his torso, her eyes analyzing his flesh closely. He was a scrapper. She fell to her knees, looking closer at the scars, which varied in length and width. "¿No somos peligrosos?" Rose muttered, not even looking up at him. She kissed his collar bone, letting her lips trail down his beaten chest.

Before she could get to far down, stopping just below his belly button, she slid back up, looking at his eyes with a cat like curiosity. He wasn't just attractive, or aloof, or dreadfully attractive, or... well attractive. He was interesting. She found him interesting. It was an odd concept to Rose, who for the most part, found people in their truest form to be quite boring. Reaching for the button of his pants, she thought a test was in order. "¿Estamos todavía esperando veinte minutos? ¿O es que ceder?"

C'mon, shock the hell out of me. Was all she could think while staring intently into those fawn brown eyes.

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notes;; Wow.
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[GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ]

When she stood and crossed to the stereo, he couldn't help but feel disappointed. She turned up his Escape the Fate music, then swung her hips enticingly before approaching him. She all but ripped his jacket and shirt from his chest. He grinned.
"¿No somos peligrosos?"
He smirked as she ran her fingers lightly over his scars. He could no longer keep track of the sources. She seemed to marvel over them for a moment, before placing her lips on his neck and making a trail of kisses to his navel. Everywhere her icy skin touched him, his own burned like fire.
She reached for the button on his pants and his entire body froze.
"¿Estamos todavía esperando veinte minutos? ¿O es que ceder?"
She was making up this game as she went. It seemed to be a theme.
Guillermo's smile was devious as could be as he took her wrists and guided them up. As much as it killed him, he wanted to see what this game was coming to.
"Lo siento, nena. No sucede."