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[india santos]

Tuesday, August 4th, 2015    This was not the norm for them. "Them" meaning India and Mace. They were more of a "hit it and quit it repeatedly" type. Going on dates was not their thing -- it was not in the unbinding contract they had not signed. Dates was something that was a new territory for India. She had not been on a legitimate date since her break up with Henry...and that was over five years ago. The deal that India and Mace had was strictly physical. He'd come over around 2 am, they'd fuck, fall asleep and he'd leave before she had even woken the next day. However, the last couple conversations they had sounded like it was going to turn into something more -- though, with their reputations, she knew better than to even let those thoughts enter her head. But with India, well, a girl can dream, can't she?    Long legs extend out of the frosted glass door. The sound of the trickling water echoes inside her head. She's just finished up a hot shower in anticipation of her date. India was going for a look of "sexy, but not trying too hard." She was planning on going light on her make-up, and straightening her hair. She didn't wanna look too overdressed, because, let's face it, her clothes were going to end up on the floor at the end of the night anyway. After rummaging through her closet, India pulls out a crop topped bra -- donned in a black lace print, and found a high waisted black sheer maxi skirt. She paired the outfit with her favorite pair of gladiators. Her hair was straight and pulled to one side, and she finished off her look with her signature "red lips." This wasn't overdressing right? "COMING!"    The long legged girl makes a dash for the door...the heavy knocking was an indication that Mace had made his way over. The nerves kick in -- what was this? She had never been nervous for a date before, let alone for a date with someone she was just fucking. This was not her, at least, she hadn't been this way in a while. The girl takes a few deep breaths in before opening the large door to her apartment. She flashed the boy a smile before grabbing his hand to pull him inside. She takes a whiff of his cologne, and lets her arms drape over his neck. She leans up to meet his lips, colliding into a kiss. Intending for it to not get too far, she playfully pushes him away. The girl grabs her wallet and keys, and takes his hand behind her. This was going to be an interesting night, for the both of them. "LET'S GO, HORNDOG. WE'LL BE LATE..." _____________________________________ NOTES: SO BAD. UGH. But here it is!

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India wasn't your regular new york girl, she wasn't your regular anything girl. she was a constant back and forth of overt sexuality and baffling naivety. mase could never be sure if that rich girl upbringing was her helping or hindering her, one minute she was limitless and without restrictions, the next she was sheltered, unaware, perhaps even a little confused as to how the real world work. upon first getting to know her it was seemed intriguing, sweet even, but the more time he spent with her it seemed to become more and more apparent that she was just a sheltered rich girl that attempted to project a confident persona to hide her insecurities. not that mase had anything against that, but insecure girls didn't do casual relationships, and every conversation seemed to be delving deeper into a familiarity he wasn't comfortable with.      Mase wasn't scared of commitment, nor opposed to monogamy, one day he'd find the girl for him and settle down, but at the tender age of 25 with a flourishing career ready to take off and the world at his feet, he wasn't about to tie himself down just yet. he was happy with the new york style of dating, very casual, very open, there seemed to be a whole different set of dating rules which suited mase just fine. there were plenty of women looking for exactly the same thing as he was, and while india claimed to be one of those women, he wasn't sure she was so confident in her decisions. he wasn't sure if dinner was a step forward or a step back in regards to creating a bit of space between the two, part of him was hoping to avoid their regular close quarters but another was scared the public forum might encourage the wrong idea, but he'd committed now and despite the protests of his mates he wasn't about to be completely rude and back out.      He arrived at her door in his usual state of lazy, casual attire. he knocked, hearing her muffled voice instead and waited patiently for her to revel herself. she door opened and he couldn't help but cast an eye over her. scarlet lips, high strappy sandals, long floating skirt and a bra... she looked nice, but everything she was wearing was the kind of thing that appealed to women and left men baffled. why do you need to protect your shins so badly? why does your skirt need an extra few metres of material that serves no purpose? why do you wear red lipstick that just gets all over us and our clothes and you spend half the night reapplying? but girls were fascinating creatures like that.      That baffling girl behaviour doesn't stop there as she pounces, wrapping her arms around him as she greets him, pulling him inside and he's caught off guard. "uh, hey" he mumbles before her lips meet his and he can't help but think that he'll now be covered in bright red lipstick. the girl that just launched at him moments before finishes their kiss before pushing him away and he's still trying to keep up. she reaches for her keys and wallet as he ducks his head, wiping any lipstick from his lips and let her take his hand. she insists they'll be late and he chuckles, it was a sushi place, not the taj mahal. "yes ma'am!" he joked as she dragged him down to the street and he opened the door of the cab to let her slide into the back seat. the ride was brief and filled with small talk about their week. usually he usually had an easy rapport with her, their conversation usually flowed well but his acute awareness of the possibilities of her feelings made him stilted and awkward. it was easily hidden as he concentrated on the traffic and directions, but as the cab pulled up he faced a night of being on his best behaviour trying to curb his relentless flirting.      notes this took me forever soz      music metric