Post by Lukas Amery Wolfe on Apr 12, 2013 3:57:36 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] hungry like the wolf I HOWL AND I WHINE. I’M ON THE HUNT I’M AFTER YOU. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - September 7th, 12:00 am There was a crispness in the air as dark clouds loomed overhead. Lukas could hear the crunch of the soft gravel underneath his footsteps as he followed the unbeaten path that led towards the abandoned shack. It was a spot that not many people knew about unless they were familiar with the area, which meant that it wasn’t exactly often used. It was a place where you had to climb over a couple of rocks to get there, but in the end it was the area you came to if you were looking for some privacy. It was the ideal spot for them to meet up for their rendezvous, especially considering they needed to get away from prying eyes. What he hadn’t expected, however, was that they were going to have to go through the heart of a bad storm in order to see each other. Lukas hadn’t even thought of taking the weather into consideration when he had set up a time, which was stupid of him considering he usually tried to plan things so that that wouldn’t become an issue. Yet sure enough around midnight, exactly when they were going to meet up, there were going to be scattered thunderstorms that was supposed to hit Summerville. And he could tell by the way the temperature was quickly declining that it wasn’t going to be a pretty one. He could hear the thunder roll in the distance. A few steps later, he felt a light sprinkle start to hit his skin. Lukas let out a small sigh as he rearranged the bag over his shoulder, trekking up the steep hill without any problem. This wasn’t the first time he had been out in similar weather. Truth was, Lukas was the outdoorsy type of guy who had enough survival skills to feel confident that he could take care of himself out in the wilderness if he ever needed to; hunting, fishing, making shelter, it was something he was fully capable of doing. Honestly he wasn’t worried about himself so much as he was concerned for... um... Shelby. No, Rachel! Damn it. What was her name again? Fuck. Here he was off to go have sex at a shack with some chick he didn’t even know the name of. Hell, he didn’t know much about her to be honest, besides the fact that he found her attractive as hell. Granted, Lukas knew her name was something similar to the names that had popped up in his head, yet he couldn’t put a finger on what her actual name was. Sad part is, if Rashel had ever told him the date of her birthday, he would always remember it. Lukas understood numbers better. There was just something about names that he could never get, not until the first two or three times that he saw a person. Not unless, of course, it was someone that he had a class with... then again, didn’t they have German II together? For a second Lukas pondered about it and then realized that they did. And that was why he couldn’t remember her name! Of course! During the beginning of the class everyone was assigned with a German name after going through a list. Hers was Gabriele Brandt. Yes... he remembered now. His, of course, was Lukas Wolfe. Only because he thought it was funny that he could still use his actual name and it was still considered German. Which meant that the reason they didn’t really talk much was because the teacher required to speak as much in German as they could, and Lukas wasn’t as fluent in the language as Rashel was. Therefore the few times they did get to talk to each other, more than likely he hadn’t always understood what she was talking about. For all he knew she could have been hitting on him then and he probably would have just smiled and nodded like he totally got what she was saying even though it was obvious that he had no clue whatsoever. No, he remembered everything now, like how the two of them always got a good laugh from the way their German sounded with their southern accents. They sounded more Russian than anything else, really. Gabriele. That’s who he knew her as. A cloud burst directly above him, and the rain began to come down even harder. Zipping up his leather jacket and throwing the hood over his head, he shielded his face as his eyes squinted in the rain. In the distance he could see the shack, which was a descent sized one-bedroom building that had a small fireplace and a worn-in springy mattress with an old wrought iron headboard. The floors were made of auburn wood all throughout the room, the walls plastered with 60s vintage wallpaper, the corners starting to peel off. Reaching the door to the place, he walked in and glanced around the room, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. It held an abandoned feel to it, as though it hadn’t been lived in for a long time. Dust lined the windowsill, a spider web in one of the top corners. There was still a small stack of logs by the fireplace. Walking over to the mattress, he threw the duffel bag off his shoulder and onto the mattress before shrugging himself out of his leather jacket, draping it across the end of the headboard. His clothes were dripping wet, and he had to admit, he was pretty damn cold. Although he was grateful to have gotten out of the storm when he had. Rolling his sleeves up, Lukas pulled his cell phone out from his back pocket to check the time. Flipping it open, he noticed that it was 11:45. A bit early, which meant he still had fifteen minutes to wait until Rashel got there. It gave him enough time to get a fire started. Walking over to where the fireplace was, he knelt down and started to line it up with some kindling, making sure to grab all the dry, small pieces of wood first as he used it for a base, building it up in a pyramid shape. Pulling his Zippo lighter out of his front shirt pocket, he lit some of the bark and leaned his face in close, lightly blowing on it as smoke started to slowly rise. Soon there was a burst of flame as Lukas kept feeding it, careful as to not smother it. And so there he was, out in the open room squatting before a fire, doing his best to coax it to life. His damp plaid shirt clung to his lithe body, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms and the first couple of buttons undone to show a glimpse of the tattoo on his collar bone. His disorderly wet hair stuck to his shirt, a few loose strands falling around his face. His shoulders were broad, and his tight ass looked perfect in his rather snug Levi jeans. In a few minutes the fire had turned to flames, even and steady, a cozy warmth emanating from the fireplace. Thunder boomed loudly, and another downpour started. He could hear the roaring of the rain on the roof, could hear the snapping of the logs as the flickering flames lit up the room and shot up the chimney. He turned to the window and saw the gray sky flash lighter for a fleeting second. Moments later, another boom of thunder. Closer this time. Lukas couldn’t help but wonder if Rashel was going to be all right and thought of going out to check on her. Though he knew he was just worrying. Walking over to his duffel bag, he grabbed a blanket that was rolled up inside of it and laid it out in front of the fire, knowing that she was probably going to want to warm up once she got out of the cold rain. One thing was for sure, Lukas was glad he had thought of bringing the whiskey, simply for the fact that it would help warm up their bodies. Not that they hadn’t already planned on doing that without the alcohol, anyway. Slipping out of his boots, he set them off to the side so that they were out of the way then moved back towards the fireplace. He hadn’t heard her walk in at that time, too immersed in what he was doing. Though as he turned to the side to straighten the remaining unused logs, he caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye. Quickly looking over his shoulder at her, Lukas’ heart suddenly pounded hard in his chest, though from what, he didn’t know. Surprise that someone had been standing there the whole time? Or perhaps it was because of how fucking hot she looked right then? Either way, his eyes widened for a split second and his breath hitched. Damn. That was the first thought that went through his head when he saw her. She was just as drenched as he was, water dripping from her hair. He could see a teasing glimpse of her cleavage as a few drops of rain rolled down her skin, could hear her heavy breathing as he watched the rise and fall of her chest. He also couldn’t help but notice how her nipples were erect and protruding through the small fabric of her shirt, like little hard rocks. He felt his loins begin to stir, and realizing that he was staring, he quickly focused and went back to stacking the logs. “I didn’t hear you come in,” he said in a low voice, trying to sound casual. Standing straight and brushing his hands off on his pants, he turned around to face her while motioning over his shoulder at the fire. “I kinda figured you might’ve got caught in the storm too, ‘n that you might wanna warm up with a fire.” He cleared his throat, trying his best not to stare even though he was failing miserably at that task as his eyes traveled down her body, taking in every tantalizing inch of her as he fought back the urge to just take her right then and there. “So, uh, how long have you’ve been standing there?” He asked while brushing his hand through his wet hair, his face impassive. His eyes, however, had a wild gleam in them. Noticing the bag around her shoulder, a single brow arched for a second in pleasant surprise. Looks like she had brought some of her toys like he had mentioned for her to. He couldn’t help but smirk as his eyes focused back onto her face. “Ohhhh really?” He smiled with amusement and nodded once towards the bed where there was a green army duffel bag on the mattress, showing her that he had brought a bag of his own. It had belonged to his grandfather, who had given it to him just before he died. Inside of it was a big bottle of Jack Daniels, a liter of Coca-Cola, and what looked like a deck of cards. However, what was inside the deck was a big ol’ doobie and two pills of Ecstasy. He knew beforehand that this night was going to get crazy, so he made sure to pull out all the stops to make sure she would be a satisfied lady at the end of it all. Though he hadn’t planned to stop there, oh no. If anything, it was only going to get even better from here. “So... who’s gonna share first?” He asked, a devilish grin on his face, shadows being cast upon it by the glowing fire behind him. |
TAG: rashel. NOTES: hope you enjoy, luff. ;D
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