Ambrosia (2 Person Rp/Open)

Sinclaire:
I smiled and wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Can I?..." his sheath is erect and is rubbing against her area.

Sinclaire:
I nodded.

I slowly shove it in as deep as i can with a pleasant grunt.

Sinclaire:
I closed my eyes.

i took a deep breath and closed my eyes, slowly thrusting myself into her.

Sinclaire:
I made a fake moaning sound.

stops alltogether. "Look, i know i suck. So why don't you just show me." I shrugged in boredom.

Sinclaire:
I rolled my eyes.
"Have you even kissed a girl before?" I asked.

Shrugs. "Yeah, i have." then sighs. "next thing i knew i got robbed by the girl i kissed and had a gun pointed to my head. that was 4 years ago."

Sinclaire:
"Just asking because your doing it wrong," I shrugged.

i growl at her " then why don't you just fucking leave if you've got nothing better to say?!" I instantly feel regret for screaming at her.

Sinclaire:
"I'm teaching you, remember? You asked. If you can't handle it, then you shouldn't have asked." I said calmly, not fazed by his screaming. If he would've gotten me 2 years ago, i would've cried and said i was sorry. Not anymore.

growls at her when he realizes shes just a teenage slut. "Just get the fuck out before i tell them your secret, Sin." I wanted her gone, bad.

Sinclaire:
"What secret?" I asked.

Growls at her "Your seventeen, your underaged and your a total slut! what the fucking hell do your parents think of you!?" I yell that at her, feeling a whole amount of bottled up rage escape my mind

Sinclaire:
"Want to know what they think of me? Do you really? I ran away from home at 14. Apparently i was not their ideal daughter. Too shy, too sweet. I haven't seen them since, but i haven't seen flyers go up about a missing girl. My middle name is Sinclaire, i changed it so i wouldn't be found. The club is my home because the girls there actually care about me. Ok? So you have no fucking clue who i am or what I've done. And the only reason i act like a whore is to get business. I don't act like this on my free time, ok? But i'm on duty," I yelled, letting out my anger. i haven't yelled in years.

looks at her then nods. "That's basically all that was needed to know, okay?" I felt a bit better now, knowing at least somewhat about this girl. "Sin, your not a bad person. I can feel it. But you keep too much bottled up." i smile softly at her and put her hair behind her ear.

Sinclaire:
His gesture got a bad reaction from me. I stood up.
"I don't want or need your pity," I snarled.

Stands up in front of her, putting his jeans back on. "im not giving you pity. You've lived a rough life, i can tell. i've gone through that hell and back. but why should someone as amazing as you suffer? hm? i looked at her and she can see he cares for her.

Sinclaire:
"I'm nowhere near amazing," I said and got dressed.

Shrugs at her then grabs her arm softly. "You are if you are the best host at the club, heh." i smile at her.

Sinclaire:
"My body, thats it. And how well i was trained," I said to him.

Sighs at her "There has to be something that can cheer you up other than sex." I feel as if i have to help, i honestly dont know why.

Sinclaire:
"Cheer me up? I don't even know because it was never done," I said.