So out of place don't wanna stay {Mack}

[MACKENZEE HEDGLEN]

[shadow=red,left,300]Bad girl......[/shadow]

Talkin' 'bout that bad, bad girl

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She was reminded of why she hated libraries.

Huge, quiet, and nothing soft to put under her ass.

Sort of how she liked her men, but for a meeting place, no.

That the library used to be one of her most visited spots before Valko completely eluded her. Or she pretended it did. The truth was, as much pull as the vampire had over her, it was all too easy to slip into her old role. Mack found herself doing her calculus homework in her head when there weren't any particularly amusing alternatives to her boredom, or actually completing a homework assignment. It irritated her, which was why she threw herself into those extracurricular activities. Sports were a balm to her ravaged soul, even though she was borderline 'drop' material. Her enthusiasm in the classroom had taken a total nosedive, and mack was content to let it stay that way. Oh she did her work, minutes before it was due, or if a teacher got slick on her, in detention. It's not like she cared, either way, about these grades. She could and would blow open those end of semester exams, and her ACT and SAT tests were already done. What the hell was she here, for, again? Oh right, sports.

But today was hardly a sports day. No, today Mack hoped to be getting a different kind of exercise. That she was headed to the library was entirely besides the point. Zane would be there, and by the time Mack was done with him he'd be begging her to take him somewhere private. Or not. Mack had no qualms with utilizing those sturdy library tables.

She almost missed him, walking into the giant book house. He was sitting rather close to the door, surrounded by books. Mack smiled. That was so cute. Not like she had much studying in mind when she set this date, but she supposed it helped to keep up appearances.

"Hey, you," she smiled, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheeks. Man, he smelled good. Flashing a bright smile she set herself in the chair across from him. "I can't tell you how excited I am about today." Of course, she had other things on her mind, but that was beside the point. He'd learn eventually.

"Come on, let's see what I can do. I'm ready when you are, babe. Erfahren Sie mir."


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tag: Erika/Zane
notes: none
word count: 460
outfit: hurr

[MACKENZEE HEDGLEN]

[shadow=red,left,300]Bad girl......[/shadow]

Talkin' 'bout that bad, bad girl

[/i][/right]

Mack smiled, sitting up straighter, an action which made her chest a bit more noticeable, which was always a good thing. "Of course I want to learn, silly! I wouldn't have shown up if I hadn't." She swung her hair around to fall over her shoulder, an action that would surely draw more attention to the already pretty obvious cleavage going on in her tiny excuse for a shirt. Not that Mack cared. If the powers that be didn't enforce the student dress code, they could hardly fault her for taking advantage of it.

She giggled, reaching a bit across the table to gently brush a hand across Zane's, ostensibly picking up one of the books he'd taken the time to gather for their lesson. How cute. And you know what else? "Your accent is adorable. I could listen to you speak all day."

She wondered how much of an impression she was making on him. The library tables were made of thick, dark wood, so even if she were to lean over to take a peak, she probably wouldn't be able to determine just how interested he was.

Not that it mattered. Mack was confident enough in her own skills to fix that little - or not so little, she didn't know yet - problem. All she had to do was get him to relax. He was sitting in that chair, trying his best not to look at her, or her girls, and it was far too amusing for her to let it continue.

"Should I come closer? Or just lean over?" It was an innocent enough question, she figured, even though she knew an innocent intent was the farthest thing from her mind. "If you're going to be teaching me, shouldn't you see the book?"
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tag: Erika/Zane
notes: none
word count: 460
outfit: hurr

[MACKENZEE HEDGLEN]

[shadow=red,left,300]Bad girl......[/shadow]

Talkin' 'bout that bad, bad girl

[/i][/right]

Mack gave a predatory grin. Poor, poor Zane, giving her leeway so freely to do with his delightful body what she would. Mack beamed at him, a falsely innocent expression in her brown eyes. “K! I'll just come over then.”

And she did, hurrying around the short table in a way that caused her skirt to bounce about. Her slid into the seat, careful to get as close to him as possible without actually sitting in his lap. She looked up and gave him a wide, bright smile. “Comfortable?”

Contrary to what Zane might have thought, Mack actually had put some effort into learning some German before she met him today. Numbers, mostly, some of the easier to pronounce names, and some phrases she'd be suspended for even thinking. Much to her disappointment, none of them sounded as exotic as she wanted, so after a cursory study of them, Mack had promptly become disinterested.

Until she saw Zane.

The tiny picture in the chat box didn't do him the slightest bit of justice, and it was all she could do, with her newfound sexual appeal and interest, to not jump him the minute she saw him. As it was, siting pressed against his side, desperately wanting him to make a move, throw that arm over her shoulder or a hand on her thigh, anything, was near torture. Mack was not used to ...waiting. The bond with Valko had some interesting side effects, one of which severely unnerved the vampire, though he had tried to ignore it at first. However, somehow along the line he'd given in, and mack was quite used to his rather...rough treatment during feeding, or...feeding. And Zane's shy reluctance to look anywhere but her eyes and to not touch her at all was cute, but frustrating.

She fished around in her backpack, having had to reach across the table to get it, for the small notebook she had made some notes in, and a pen. Setting up, she turned to give him a smile over her shoulder. “So. What first?”


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tag: Erika/Zane
notes: none
word count: 460
outfit: hurr

[MACKENZEE HEDGLEN]

Oh, she was having more success than she had anticipated. Zane was all but red in the face, and Mack practically purred in pleasure.

Now, to get them out of the library. Or, you know, not.

She beamed at him, as she flipped the notebook open. "I did numbers! Look, see?" There, in neat little rows were the numbers one to ten. The next pages had eleven to twenty and twenty-one to thirty and so forth, all the way to one hundred. It had been important to her that she seem interested in his language before she got to nibble on his bits, so as to avoid suspicion. She could tell Zane was the kind of guy who would not take very kindly to that sort of thing.

Which was exactly why she wasn't ever going to let him find out.

"Ein, zwei, drei, vier, f-funf? Am I saying these right?" She peeked over her shoulder, conscious of the way the ends of her hair trailed along Zane's chest with the movement. "Sechs, sieben, acht, neun, zehn." She gazed at him, eyes trailing over his entire face, lingering over his mouth and chin, both of which she found very attractive. A slight smile found its way to her lips, even as she nervously licked them. Why the hell was she nervous? This was her plan, her plot. She was going to bring the silly little German baby to his knees nd dance away. There was no need to be nervous.

"You really are cute, you know," She said softly. "You seem a bit uncomfortable. Ich kann Ihnen helfen, die Spannungen, wenn Sie wollen."

[MACKENZEE HEDGLEN]

Mack grinned, pleased that she had managed to catch him off guard. "I thought numbers would be a good place to start, and I like learning new things." Both the truth, even if she knew it would engender her to him more than her adorable outfit did.

Speaking of which...

"Oh, I don't know, maybe we could go somewhere a little less...public. I know some deep tissue massage techniques but I doubt the librarian would appreciate me laying you out on the table. What do you say?"

She shifted, pressing her thighs even closer to his, if possible, giving Zane a soft, shy (for Mack) smile from under her lashes. "I wanted to impress you, so I learned some phrases. Is that ok?" She turned back to her notebook, flipping past the numbers to where she had started on the alphabet before realizing that most of it was the same, and moving onto sight words, simple things she thought she should know, before leaning back gently against his nearest shoulder and showing him. "I do want to learn, Zane." A slim hand found his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I meant it when I said I want you to teach me."

[MACKENZEE HEDGLEN]

For some reason, Mack was beyond thrilled.

It wasn't just the thrill of just having successfully seduced her first ever live prey (compared to Valko, who was dead), but it was something other, different, softer but brighter that had the grin on her face nearly bursting off her face.

Mack bounced a little in her seat, only half aware that parts of her bounced a little even after she had stopped. " I actually don't have a place in mind. But I can cook!" The old Mack had been slightly paranoid in regards to guys, and one of her (many) rules had been the absolute refusal to lose her v-card in a bed that wasn't the guys, or both theirs, if she managed to hold onto it till marriage. Now that she was actually within reach (literally) of that ellusive non-virginism, the old rule came rushing back. Thankfully, she could cope.

Mack dug her cellphone out of her bag, bringing up Google and tapping in some words. within seconds, she had what she wanted. "German recipes, see! I bet you haven't had anything from home in a while. If you want, we could go back to your place and experiment?" Of course, either way they would be experimenting, but she tried not to think about that.

Or about the fact that she had somehow, actually started to care about how this would all play out. Which was not how it was supposed to happen. Zane was supposed to be a little fling, a toy for her to string along while she milked him for all he was worth before dumping him by text message, or something. This....this was unexpected.

She shot him a small smile, trying to convince him that this was a good idea, not that she thought she had far to go, actually. "Can you drive?" He didn't look as if he could do much more than swear, but it was polite to ask.

[MACKENZEE HEDGLEN]

Such a gentleman!

Mack beamed, but only slightly, trying to keep the smug look off her face. "I'm sure, honest." This was going far better than she'd planned. "I admit, I haven't tried any of these recipes, but Ich bin bereit, zu versuchen. Was that one right?"

She let him lead her from their table and out of the building, keeping up a steady, but not too heavy, flow of conversation. she didn't want him to think she was a chatterbox, afterall. It was much easier than she thought it would be, seducing someone. Not that she was complaining. This could actually, somehow, maybe, turn into something she could enjoy.

Right.