Getting Settled, {Orson Only, Please.}

[Orson]

“Oh really?” Orson smiled as she accused him of welcoming a back alley beckoning. He had to admit, it did appeal to him, though he could think of several different scenarios. Each of them equally pleasing. He seemed almost punch drunk from every scent, pheromone, and emotion rolling off of Isla’s body. He wouldn’t be able to focus a bit, dooming the afternoon to a bunch of “hmmm’s” and “what’s”.

His eyes suddenly snapped to hers as he realized she was coming toward him. It was something completely primal, a predator claiming its prey. Yes, Orson was being hunted, and he couldn’t move out of the way. He wanted to be caught. Yes he did. He could almost feel himself reaching out to grab her, to pull her in, but that illusion was quickly swept away as he felt her hand on his stomach. It burned with want and he clenched his jaw. There wasn’t really anything he could say. All he could do was wait. He’d have to wait and see where Isla led him.

Her hand grasping his neck sent a shiver of images through his mind. All of them including Isla’s naked body and him doing what he pleased. She couldn’t force him down to her if she wanted to, but Orson did. He didn’t resist at all as their faces drew near. The heat between them nearly made Orson’s blood boil and he erupted quite unexpectedly.

His hands were around her waist and before they knew it her back was against the wall in the restricting hall. Their lips still only breaths apart Orson twitched away. He was quite satisfied with himself, but there was that voice, that nagging voice. There were things that needed to be done today.

“Well,” he started, his voice low and soft. “I could always… build a patio set,” he continued, letting his voice roll over her. He was sure she could feel the vibrations between their chests. Were her feet off of the ground? Of course. For once, the Latina towered over the bear. Orson let his lips glide over her skin, teasing. Her jaw, her neck, her collar bone… he slowly let them glide over his favorite spots. Letting his nose find the crook beneath her ear and jaw he took in her scent.

Because it only took one hand to keep Isla in place he let his other tease the neckline of her polo. His finger traced lightly along her neck and chest, following her quickened blood flow.

“If you don’t find one you want, that is,” he added to the offer. How could he calmly chat about plans that would probably soon be abandoned? How could he be so lost in Isla, and still focused enough to tease her? That’s Orson Bancho for you.

“How’s that sound, hmm?” he whispered letting his lips glide again before setting at their original position, just in front of Isla’s.

[Isla deFeo]

And then.. the tables were turning, and she just couldn't quite place how she'd been lifted and pressed to the wall and her thighs wrapped tightly about his midsection. Her breath? Shallow and shaking, just like the rest of her body. Shaking with that desirable want and aching need. The rumble coming through Orson's chest sent those vibrations straight to the apex of her thighs. And he! was worried about dooming the afternoon to a bunch of 'hmms' and 'whats'..

Lofting an eyebrow, suety lashes hanging precariously over those sharp hazel eyes of hers.. she murmured her acceptance. Acceptance of what, she just didn't know. And then she could feel his lips at her throat, tracing over to her ear and the side of her neck, eliciting a soft moan.. maybe she was keening. Really, Isla couldn't tell.. Her body was working of its own accord now.

Gentle fingertips traced patterns down his back where she could reach, and then she arched against the wall as his lips kept touching over those erogenous spots. Biting on her lip, frustration building so terribly high. Isla was a lost little girl, with such a very... big man. Beast... hell, she didn't care what he was! Isla.. was infatuated. The words that slipped from her soft lips were husky, low and soft all at the same time.

"Well.." Pausing just as he had, "If.. if you build a set, that means we don't have to go anywhere.."

She felt so tiny in his arms, light as a feather though she knew she had a rather voluptuous body. Curves in all the right places, and he didn't seem to mind that she had an extra pound.. or five. Gasping as he inhales her scent, her nails dig only slightly into his thick shoulders.

"I think I've already found what I want.." The words, so simple.. yet so.. erotic in their double meaning. Her hips shifted against him, back arching pleasantly as her fingers traced from his shoulders to his neck as he came to meet just over her lips again.

Breathing softly against those lips, hazel eyes glancing hotly into his own. "Sounds great.." And then her lips were claiming his.

Arms enveloping his neck, Isla delved into the kiss as deep as she could. Passionately she held onto him, supple lips drinking of all the bear could offer. Unfortunately, they'd have to leave it at a kiss... the voice was nagging in the back of her head, too. Get everything done, don't procrastinate by laying in bed with that handsome handsome bear all day. The kiss, to her, seemed to last forever though.. and when they surfaced from it, Isla was a hot.. wet... mess. Shaking all over, breathing still irregular.. she pouted playfully, "Groceries won't buy themselves, though. Pity."

[Orson]

His hands were gently gripping her hips, and thighs. Whichever one they chose because they weren’t sitting still in the slightest, welcoming her bucks and arches against him. Orson allowed himself the smallest of pleased growls after their kiss was broken. He moved again to now kiss her neck and paused as he felt her begin to speak.

“That they won’t,” Orson agreed. Groceries didn’t buy themselves. What a shame that was. His head rested against her shoulder and his eyelashes swept her neck for a moment before he released her. He knew that as her body slid against his she’d know that buying groceries was the last thing he wanted to do.

As her feet touched the ground once more he took a step back, cursing food and all that needed it to survive. Another step back assured him that he wouldn’t pick her up and unceremoniously toss her over his shoulder. He leaned against the opposing wall. He had waited this long, what was another hour or two? It seemed like an eternity compared to his years of solitude despite their obvious difference.

Orson could feel himself biting his lips. They were buzzing with anticipation. A kiss? Let’s do that again!

”Know anyone that owes you a favor?” Orson joked with a wink. Maybe it was only a joked that he found amusing. Maybe because he knew that if she gave him any inclination that they weren’t going grocery shopping there’d be no time for a list or phone call. Not that anyone could understand. Crossing his arms, he waited. The silence was torture.

”After you?” he asked letting his eyes move from her for a moment to point the direction toward grocery shopping.

[Isla deFeo]

Oh... what a wicked man under that burly exterior! Isla groaned at having to do the shopping today, groaned at having responsibilities.. Groaned at not being able to allow Orson to carry her back inside and have his way with her over the kitchen counter. Giving a small pout, Isla slid down his hard body and shuddered inwardly at the press of his.. well.. manlihood.. She smirked, arching her body to press further against it on the way down. Toes touching the floor once more, her body aching and rebelling against her whim to go out instead of staying in.

Hazel eyes flicking up to connect with his, she traipsed down the stairs along with his gesture towards them. A bounce in her tired step, Isla hummed happily and laughed over her shoulder at him as a ray of sunlight dipped around a silver lined cloud. "Plenty owe me favors, I think I can handle shopping for an hour though. Can you?" Smirking up at him, Isla was oblivious to the danger lurking across the street in a dark corner. A danger named Tennessee.

Rounding the corner to the side parking lot, she grappled with her pants pocket to relinquish her car keys. Disarming the alarm on the Escalade, Isla hopped up into the drivers seat and unlocked the passenger side door for Orson to get in. Why the huge vehicle? The better to transport hulking beasts.. like Mr. Bancho. Blushing something fierce, Isla pulled out of her designated spot and off to shopping they went. Isla wouldn't know the trouble to come in such that short amount of time.. not until it was too late. For now though? She was blissfully unaware.


[ooc: Should we end this thread and proceed with the Tennessee thread?]

[Orson]

[ooc: If you'd like for her to ger kidnapped at the supermarket that'd be awesome. Do you want to thread that or just imply that it happened?}

[Isla deFeo]

[ooc: It'd be fun rp'ing that! Although, if you think it'll take up too much time. We can imply it?]