New In Town

Zander leaned against the railing of the Eiffel Tower, looking off into the horizon as the sunset, watching as the lights of the city flickered on around him. He grinned at the skyline, a cheeky grin on his face. He was dressed as innocently as he could manage - a skin tight dark blue tshirt that showed off his biceps and dark jeans that hugged all the right places - the simple silver chain hanging down off his neck as he continued to lean.

He was starting to appreciate France. He would never find it as beautiful as Italy, but he still could like it. Still could appreciate the architecture.

And the French Girls.

With an easy grin, his eyes continued their sweep of the horizon.

Ninette leaned against the railing, rolling her eyes at the people below and around her. They all seemed so completely smitten with the view and the night. She frowned at the couples she could see.

"Just going to fall apart," she muttered darkly snorting, and dropping her garbage of the railing watching it fall with a dark smile. She secretly hoped it would hit someone.

Watching below her again, she was ignorant of the other people around her, since frankly she did not care whether any of them heard or saw her or not.

"He's using her." Dawson stated dryly, not even bothering to look over at the couple the girl had pointed out. "Look at the way he holds her. She's toy. Not a playmate." He'd already looked at each of these people before he'd settled on the view. If people watching at the club had taught him anything, it was this. He could read body language pretty easily.

He looked over at her, taking in her bright pink hair and make up as if he'd seen things like that every day - which he had. It was nothing shocking. He looked away again, eyeing the horizon. "You shouldn't drop garbage on people." He stated softly. "Not if it's closed off." He leaned down and picked up the half empty slushie he'd gotten down at the carnival and held it out to her. "This is yours now. Take your top off and let it fall." He waved a hand over the railing and turned away from her. She was no longer interesting. If she didn't do something amazing soon, he'd just up and leave.

Ninette raised her eyebrow at the boy, accepting the cup, but not paying attention to it.

"Of course he's using her," she stated easily, "What else use is there?"

She raised her eyebrow, and turned to face him more fully. She looked him over slowly.

"You're new in town? Has anyone appropriately... welcomed you?"

"There's always consensual playing." He grinned innocently, an expression that was so practiced it was flawless. "Much better for both sides, I think. Less tears." Shoving his hands in his pockets, he pushed off of the railing, standing at least a head taller than the girl. He was well built - working out with the bouncers at the club had really paid off - but still managed to be lanky. He'd grown out of his awkward too tall phase, muscular in all the right places, and was said to have... well...

The ladies tended to love him.

He glanced back at her, raising an eyebrow. "Depends on your definition of welcomed." He said with an easy smile. "No one but you has said anything yet... so if your welcome goes past that, then no."

Ninette tilted her head, "So, I'm taking it you have no problems with this kind of playing?"

She smirked slowly raising her eyebrow, tilting her head back to look up at him. She had missed someone taller than her. The only downside of taking advantage of those younger boys, too clueless to know better. Slowly, she moved herself closer.

"Hmm, well - I don't give out welcomes to just anyone, but..." she shrugged, "I think I might... be able to make an exception for you."

Dawson could not resist the grin that tugged at the corners of his lips as he looked down at her, cocking his head to the other side slightly. "Depends." He took an easy step forward, forcing her to look up more. "Are you a playmate..." He traced his thumb down her jawline before sweeping it over her bottom lip. "Or a toy?"

He leaned forward slightly, bringing their lips closer together. "Hmm... An exception. I can live with that." His voice had dropped into a purr, brown eyes glistening as they met hers. "What does this welcome entail, exactly?" He asked curiously, his voice slipping back to its normal, tone, though still slightly husky. His thumb swept back across her bottom lip before he moved away, looking over toward the elevators that had brought both of them up here.

He turned back toward her, his hands in his pockets again. "I'd love to see..." His eyes raked over her, then glanced at the empty elevator. "The town."

"Playmate," she answered swiftly, smirking as his fingers traced her lip, "If you can keep up of course. Not everyone can."

She couldn't help but nip at his finger slightly as he pulled it away for the second time, "Well... what do you think a welcome should entail?"

She arched an eyebrow before following her gaze to the elevators.

"The town huh?" she watched the doors open, emit a group of sight seers and then close again. She could work with that. "Well, then - lets go."

She pointedly stalked towards the machines, making no effort to see if he was following.

Dawson grinned easily and walked after her, his longer stride allowing him to beat her to the elevator, though his steps were even with her. He waited as tourists emptied out, holding the glass door open for her. Once she was in, he slipped in after her, letting it close before anyone else could enter. Now blissfully alone, he placed a hand on the glass window beside the girl's head. Leaning forward slowly, he glanced up at her eyes before back to her lips.

"Name's Zander, by the way." He breathed.

Ninette smirked as she followed the boy into the elevator, watching the door close in a few disgruntled tourists faces.

She leaned back against the glass, smirking up at him, placing her hands on his chest, grabbing his shirt to pull him even closer.

"Ninette," she muttered quickly, pushing up on her toes to close the distance between their lips, "Now... I know there are some more... interesting, things you could be doing with those lips, rather than talking."

Leaning an arm across the window above her head, Zander let her tug him forward, his brown eyes sparkling with mischief as he took in her expression. "Is that so?" He hummed, leaning down further so his lips stopped just above hers, his height having an advantage for once. "Like what?"

"Hmm, one would figure," she said softly, sliding her self up closer to him, her lips closing the small gab he had left, so now when she spoke they just brushed against each other, "That a boy like you, would already know, but...."

She let her hands slight up his chest slowly, stopping and hooking themselfs around his neck.

"I suppose I can give you a few ideas."

Pushing down rather forcefully on his neck, she brought her lips crashing to his.

Zander purred slightly, leaning into her, his other arm wounding its way around her waist to pull her more firmly against him. Moving his lips against hers, the boy ran his fingers through her hair slightly, deepening the kiss as they made their way slowly toward the ground.

Pulling away slightly, he looked down at her, raising an eyebrow at her as he tightened his hold. "Is that the best you've got?"

Ninette smirked as she found herself below the boy, on the elevator floor.

"Hardly," she breathed, her eyes dancing dangerously, "It was merely a warm up; need to test the waters before I get to deep."

Lifting up a leg slightly, it found itself hooking onto the leg above it, as her lips found his again, pushing up against him, wriggling slightly, as her tongue forced its way into roaming.

Zander grinned down at her, moving against her, lowering his mouth to her neck as she spoke, nipping and tasting the skin there. He cut off her words with his lips as he continued to snog the living daylights out of her, pressing her down into the floor. Lips moving against hers, his fingers trailed down her side, slowly, torturously feeling the fabric of her shirt before reaching the edge of the fabric, playing with the hem as if debating taking it underneath.

He deepened the kiss further, hips moving against hers as his tongue battled hers for dominance.

Her hand slide down, capturing the his own as it played with her shirt, holding it there, and pressing it into her skin as her other hand slid possessivly along his chest.

She moaned slightly as she pushed back, enjoying the way he fought for control, but not quite willing to give it.

"We're going to reach the ground soon," she muttered breathlessly.

"Hmm..." Zander murmured, trailing his mouth up her jawline to her ear. "Well then, wouldn't want to be indecent, would we?"

Without another word, he was standing, tugging her upward with him by the hand that had been pressing his distractingly into her skin. She was on her feet and against him in moments, his body in the way of her falling again. He raised an eyebrow at her. "Haven't had enough?" He teased lightly as the elevator came to a stop. He gently tugged on the hem of her shirt, placing it back at a more... respectable place.

He gestured to the doors as they slid open, all the while looking innocent as can be. He barely seemed flustered at all. "After you."

Ninette made a tiny mew of protest, however had already pulled herself up and walked out with a tiny glare for whoever was coming in.

"Why thank you," she smirked and rolled her eyes as she passed, and continued walking - once more - without looking behind her, quite sure he'll continue to follow.... and even if he didn't, she didn't care.

That was the beauty of not caring. She could get what she wanted... and if she didn't, she'd find someone else.

"Right, the town, we were seeing that, yes?"