fruit of the passions [thread complete]

[diana]

[glow=purple,2,300]I always dreamed I'd find the perfect lover,
But he turned out to be like every other man
[/glow]

Diana walked into the canteen, grabbing a tray from the rack without looking. I can't believe I failed to seduce him. She wouldn't even think the name of Connor Ashling. Don't worry Diana. It was just a momentary lapse of focus; you let emotions interfere with your thoughts. The next guy you try it on won't be getting a drop of your feelings. Well, a light drizzling of lust and passion wouldn't go down to badly. As she thought, she spoke a the same time, to the dinner, lady, directing her to which bucket of crap she wanted to eat today. This isnt even a state school, and the facilities are excellent, but they still don't hire private caterers for lunch.

She sat down at a table alone, and began to munch on what was supposedly carbonara. She cringed slightly as she crunched down on the under-cooked pasta, and prayed the ham wouldn't be similiarily cooked. A dinner lady flashed her a disapproving look. She looked around the room, seeing if she could find a new target. She was ready to try again, and this time she wouldn't make a mistake.

[Freddrick Redford]

Freddrick was ravenous. Honestly, he needed some good food after the big blow of seeing... he didn't even remeber the name of the girl. He needed a hottie that would, ya know big bang him real quick. He could then break her heart and feel back to normal.

There was his next target. He had seen her around the school and recognized her every time. She was eating... goo it looked like. He grabbed a tray and pointed the the ham and then pointed at some green stuff. It looked edible.

He slid across from the girl, as if he didn't notice she was there. But she had alot to notice. "Hi."

[diana]

'Hi.'
Diana looked up, and gazed into the face of her next boyfriend. She knew he would be that from the momet she saw Fredderick Redford, and not in the romantic way. In the shellfish-conosieur-standing-opposite-a-lobster tank way. She raised an eyebrow and
'Hello. I don't believe we've met,' she smiled, 'with just the tiniest hint of there being something in it for him. 'I'm Diana Rush. And you?'

[Freddrick Redford]

"Freddrick. Freddrick Redford." Yup... this was going to work wonderfully. "I have to ask...what the hell are you eating? It looks like goo." He laughed quietly. "You would think that if they can create another world they can make some decent food."

She was hot, but the reaction between them wasn't for life or anything, it was "oh-my-god-get-in-bed-already". He wanted to laugh or just slap her and laugh more... But he couldn't do that now could he?

[diana]

'Freddrick Redford.'
Alrighty, Fred Red, time to begin... She thought devilishly. 'Oh, she said it was carbonara, but you know what the cataering's like here. It's children in, mush in mouth, children out, and that's all they care about.' Her mouth gave the slightest, most unnoticable twitch at his mention of creating the Dream World, and she forced her self to resist correcting him. 'What year are you, out of curiosity? You look Year 11-ish.'

'So what are you into?' a pretty generic enough conversation starter. Okay, she'd spoken abit, showing she wasn't too stupid or slutty, now to let him do all the talking, and for her to smile and look pretty.

[Freddrick Redford]

He also twitched at the mention of his grade. "Year 10... I was... traveling the world to much to finish school last year." Really he had been in jail, but she didn't need to know that. "I like traveling, and reading and....Sports. Thats all I have time for."

He smiled at her. "What about you... Your probaly a Year 11, but what do you like to do?" He wasn't sure how to keep this going into a real relatonship.

[diana]

'A traveller...' Diana mentally raised her eyebrow at the thought. Of course, he could quite easily have just been held back for some reason. Travelling, reading, sports... she could easily test his knowledge of literature, but this boy was fit, and she didnt want to ditch him simply on the preface of his inferiority,

'Yes, I'm Year 11. I like to go on walks, especially out in the gardens and maybe the playing fields,' an image flashed across her mind of what else she liked to do in the playing fields... 'I like to read too, but mainly non-fiction, though I am quite impartial to a science-fiction if it has a good basis in fact.'[/b] 'Bring the focus into him!' snapped a voice in her head. 'So, have you read anything interesting lately?' she asked, grasping at one of his claimed interests. She stuffed a spoonful of pasta into her mouth, wincing at its texture. At least he couldn't throw the conversation back to her for a while.

[Freddrick Redford]

"Literature, what sort of books do I like? I'll really read anything decent. Historical Fiction is my forte." When she metioned the playing field he glanced back to the memories about girls and playing fields... fun stuff. "Wlaks are a good way to keep in shape... Yaaaaaaa."

He was wonder what the crap was going on, why wasn't she kissing him? Why? Why the hell not?

[diana]

Historical fiction... Well, he came up with a genre quick enough, he could be being honest. Diana could sense a longing in Fred. The desperation may as well have been written across head. For a moment, Diana thought she saw a a drop of dribble trickle out of the corner of his mouth. Probably her imagination. He wasn't that pathetic. Hopefully. Time to tease him.

Diana pushed her carbonara away from her. 'I've had enough of that,' she stated with finality, being partially honest. She could hardly stand the taste any longer, but she mainly set it aside for her hidden agenda. To the best of her knowledge, pasta had had one place in the romance of history and fiction; Lady and the Tramp. And she was not a Cocker Spaniel. Fruit on the other hanbd, and water, were definately high rankers.

'Urgh, i think I need refreshment after that, don't you?' She stole a glance at Fred and make the tinesist, almost unnoticeable wink, that could easily be mistaken for a twitch. She wasn't giving her game away properly. Hints would be fine for now.

She took her water bottle into her hands, and raised it high, at an angle pointing down into her mouth, a basic but non-crude phallic. She brought the rim to her lips, pursing them against the hard plastic. She crushed the bottle slightly, enhancing her intended innuendo. She let the cool liquid cascade down into her mouth, relishing it, lapping at it with her wandering tongue. She closed her eyes, as if savouring some dark forbidden pleasure known only to her. Eventually, Diana brought the bottle back down to the table again. 'Very refreshing' she said with an innocent smile.

Then she grasped her desert; a bowl of strawberries, the ultimate gastronomical tool of seduction. She took, inbetween one long and slender index finger and her powerful, dextrous right-thumb, the plumpest and ripest fruit she could find. At this moment her eyes locked onto Freddrick, and affixed him with a powerful gaze: half-closed eyelids, a slight smile that spoke of dark and passionate possibilities; and a hidden layer in those sharp brown irises that insinuated the very same things, and more.

Not removing this affixation from her quarry, Diana gently lifted the strawberry to her mouth, dangling it above her, cocking her head back slightly. Her tongue arose from its confines, licking at the fruit tenderly, not being too coarse, or so wild it was ridiculous. After two seconds of said activity, she snapped up with her jaw and rippied the juicy red fruit in half in one go, its sweet pink fluid spilling over her chin. To cover her accidental mess, Diana's tongue, once more, exited the mouth and licked the juice all up.

'Oh my! Sorry Fred, I didn't notice, you don't have a pudding, would you care for a strawberry?' She very last word she spoke darkly, enhancing it with every thing she had hinted it through the conversation.

[Freddrick Redford]

<sup>He mentally laughed at her. Well Dang, that explained one thing. She was in for a quick banger too, what pleasure. She shoved the carbona to the side. "I don't blame you." He muttered. And then she took a drink.

Because of the fact that Freddrick was a great actor, it appeared the the following didn't phase him at all. And that's when he saw a girl do the sexiest, wrongest, nastiest thing ever with a water bottle. And she winked. That was odd. Very odd. In a sexy manner. Was she disgusting him or drawing him in.

And then the strawberry. Fruit of love. She dangled it... and dropped it. Okay if this wasn't the most poetic thing with food ever, he didn't know what was. He tilted his head as the juice ran down her face. That lef ther lips red and stained, like blood on a Okay, you know what... this was obvisouly kiss me, or he didn't know what was dang it.

"A strawberry sounds wonderful." he said, kissed her. That was exactly perfect timing if you asked him. He removed his lips from hers, and then popped a strawberry in his mouth, sucked on it longingly and swallowed. "Delicous."</sup>

[diana]

A strawberry sounds great. replied Fred, and thrust his body towards Diana,locking lips rather suddently; Diana for a moment began to pull away in sho- What the bloody fuck are you doing woman?! An angry, psychotic, mental version of Diana had just slapped the real Diana to the floor of her consciousness. This gorgeous boy just threw himself at you, litterally- KISS HIM BACK! Of course, these events happened in a second, the human mind being so brilliantly quick at abusing it self. She instantly kissed back, throwing her arms around his manly torso, squeezing it, caressing it. She closed her eyelids, in a gentle, sensuous way, rather than scrunching them up immediately. The arms went up soonish towards his hair, running through his ginger locks slowly as her head did the real work. Start out simple, then move on to darker realms.

As for her tongue- well, it roamed, to say the least. Swimming about the orifice of Fred's mouth, it had no spatial inhibitions. Her lips moved wildly, almost as sucking something out of his body, wetting his face with her own oestrogen filled saliva. She leant over the dining table, relising every moment of the kiss, whilst all the time making sure he could relish it just as much. This was why she loved sexuality in all its forms.

Her hands wandered up from his flaming hair, rubbing his back as her arms slowly crept downwards, towards his hip. Then her forearm hit the table and she rembered where they were. She drew away slowly, licking the roof of his mouth nioe last time, and grinned contentedly. 'Why don't we go somewhere private?' What would greatly amuse Diana now was if he asked to go alll the way. She would deny him the pleasure, with the greatest ecstasy of doing so, being somewhat indignant that he might consider her to be that slutty.

[Freddrick Redford]

He pulled back and looked at Diana. She was a beuatiful girl, but a really slut. She was hot though. Really hot, and she was good for distractions. He stared at her with eyes full of heart. fake heart, and fake love. The fact that her tounge had been riding around his mouth like a Rangerover made him even more lustful, not loving.

A private place? Ha. He was going to dangle it above her head for a while. He licked his lips, trying to tempt her and hurt her even more. He gave a look with the "Yes" Written all over his face. "Sorry, have to go." He stood and kissed her on the cheek, then dumped his tray and walked out. Tempt her now, drop her later.

[diana]

Diana peered across the table at the red-headed boy, who was now observing her with a lustful gaze. Then he licked his lips at her, and she could not come close to stiflimg the consequent giggle. Not of schoolgirl enamour, but of ridicule.

Just after she thought of him asking for sex, he gave her a look that implied that was exactly what he wanted to do. Or maybe he had misunderstood what she meant by 'a private place'. Well fat chance, Fred.

'So soon, Freddrick?' she asked sweetly when he got up to leave. The moment he had left he canteen, her eyes widened. He was trying to play her?! Diana Rush, Somnium Queen of seduction, manipulation and destruction of men? She didnt actually think herself that, that was just a good description of her. Well two could paly at that game, as the previous five minutes had shown. This was turning out to be a fun relationship. I might just make this last longer than a week....' she thought devilishly

Fin