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She watched Mav with delight, the sticky sweet glob of desserts placed in front of them. “When it’s ugly that means it will be delicious.” Lili teased him. His expression insisting her logic was flawed.

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lilithhana​:

Lilith felt like the man was either teasing her or, more likely, he didn’t see himself as he was. “I really am wondering if you don’t have mirrors in your house, professor.” She shrugged, a playful gesture as she listened to him. “I’ve done pink, a sort of aqua. Those two were very pastel. Then I did a forest green and thought I looked better with a dark color, but green wasn’t the right fit. This is just works… it feel like me now. Maybe that would change down the road, which I think is a bit exciting, very Ramona a la Scott Pilgrim, but…” She waved off her rambling like the words hung visibly in the air between them. “What’s the verdict? Am I artistic, comfortable with who I am, and going to change this void of you being with just blondes, brunettes, and redheads?”

He chuckled when she mentioned mirrors in his home. “I have plenty of mirrors, I assure you.” Maverick glanced up as the chef came to get their order. Placing his, he quickly returned his attention back to her as she started telling him about her hair colors. “I’m having a hard time picturing a pastel...” He said looking up to her hair then back down to her eyes. “Well the purple looks very lovely on you...” He said, completely unsure who Ramona or Scott were. He chuckled when she asked what the verdict was. “I think you are, yes.” He was not going to correct her by saying he had only been with brunettes in the past, and that he was married to one for over twenty years. “What are you normally doing on your weekends? I can’t imagine you are filling all of your evenings with getting older men to take you to dinner.”

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Taney walked down one of the main streets in Downtown Los Angeles in her black boots, skin tight black jeans, and a black tank top under her leather jacket. Her motorcycle was parked under a lamp in one of the few brighter alleys off main street, just enough out of sight to not get her into trouble for avoiding paying for parking. She knew this was how it was going to go, that she wouldn’t be able to stay parked at their place when he would undoubtedly follow her out. Her phone had long since stopped buzzing, her now-ex had blown the damned thing up so much during her shift that it would have stayed off if she could have put it on. Taney looked at the dumpster and pulled the phone out of her pocket, chucking it in and emptying the overpriced bag into the saddle of by her bike before chucking it in too.

Pulling her jet black hair from her face she looked up at the to see someone watching her, “Well, one of us looks the mugging type and it ain’t you, handsome.” Her green eyes studied him, the alley lighting dim enough to hide the smudged makeup and the red to her nose and cheeks that were a stark contrast to her pale skin, “What’s your drink? Gin gimlet? Red wine?” Taney pulled on her helmet and closed the space between them, flipping up her visor. “Three blocks, that way. Meet me at Asmodeus.” With a smirk and a wink she walked back to her bike and climbed on. Never one to bother with formalities or presumptions, she rode past him with no introductions or expectations and headed to her bar that doubled as a private tattoo parlor by day and would, once again, be home. As she pulled into the small garage and walked back to the main entrance she leaned against the door, not wanting to talk to the bartenders about what happened and wondering if the handsome stranger would show up.

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Maverick was wanting desperately to get rid of the box of the new tv he had bought. He had always wanted one of those tv’s that looked like a picture frame, and finally he had decided to just get one. His coworker had mentioned dumping the box out behind his apartment so Maverick wouldn’t have a tv box just waiting outside his place. While it was technically illegal, he felt that it wasn’t the end of the world to go put a cardboard box behind a friend’s apartment. Pulling his car up to the alley, he nervously shuffled the box behind the building. As he was carefully moving the box to the side of the dumpster, he stopped hearing someone else. Sure he was caught, he turned to see a petite woman throwing her phone in the dumpster across from him. 

He stared in confusion before realizing she had turned to look right at him. “Oh.. I...” He started before she walked right up to him. When she asked him what his drink was, he was thrown completely off. He stuttered for a minute having not expected such a casual question. Watching her leave on the back of a bike he stood there, still trying to replay what had happened. Was he in trouble? He slowly got in the car and decided to follow her to the bar she had mentioned. Once he got to the bar, he stepped out of the car, preparing his innocence statement. It was definitely not the sort of place he frequented, but in order to fully explain himself, he decided to open the door and walk in. 

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lilithhana​:

She couldn’t help but smile at the little cheeky correction, “Hey now, Mr. Sexy Posh Englishman, I’ve travelled quite a bit given my age!” Lilith winked at him with a soft laugh before hiding behind her glass of wine. Her gaze hovered up at him over the rim of the glass. “Mmm, no I don’t think a bite will kill you.” The silky tone of her words were, at least to her, so clearly laced with sexual undertones. Setting the glass down she ran her tongue across her lips, catching the remnants staining her lips. “Do you like it?” Studying him she offered up her answer, “I’ve tried a few different colors over the years, the dark purple just felt like the right fit. If you keep me around you’ll see. I’m curious now… What do you think the purple hair says about me?”

Maverick laughed and looked down at the menu as she called him a sexy posh Englishman. He shook his head. “Uh huh...” He teased as he flipped his menu over. Hearing the tone of her words, he cleared his throat and drank his water to fill the silence. “I do like it.” He said looking up at her hair again. “Really? What colors have you had before?” When she asked what it said about her he furrowed his brows in thought. “Ehh.. I don’t really know. I suppose... I assumed you are more artistic than the average person. Maybe more fun... comfortable with who you are.” He set his menu down and folded his arms. “I can’t say I have ever been out with a woman with colorful hair.”

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lilithhana​:

Lilith smiled behind the menu, surprised once again to find Maverick putting up with her antics. “A minor in theater?” Her doe eyes peaked over the edge of the menu. “You’re full of surprises, but my knowledge of theater kids was that they were quite the party crowd… a bit incestuously so, actually.” 

Setting the menu down, she enjoyed the view, nodding even though she wasn’t particularly satisfied with the answer. “All right, Professor, keep your secrets.” She smirked, watching the gears turn only to have her curiosities derailed by the reality that she was supposed to be thinking about eating food and not him. “No meat? Are you pescatarian? I couldn’t live without it. I’m thinking about the teppanyaki steak and chicken. Straight to the thighs!” She winked and laughed, tucking a strand of her purple hair behind her ear.

He chuckled and shook his head, not remembering anything so wild when he was a student. “Maybe the American ones.” He teased as he set the menu down. Grabbing his water he took a sip as a little quiet hung over their conversation. When she asked if he was a pescatarian he chuckled. “No.. I’m just a forty-eight year old man with a warning from my doctor to watch my cholesterol.” He smiled and tilted his head. “I doubt you have to worry much about your thighs or cholesterol just yet.” He caught himself glancing down to her legs before quickly averting his gaze. “I might steal a piece of yours though. One bit won’t kill me, I hope.” Leaning back in his seat he looked at her for a moment. “Can I ask... what made you decide on purple?”

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“One word more. You look as if you thought it tainted you to be loved by me. You cannot avoid it. Nay, I, if I would, cannot cleanse you from it. But I would not, if I could. I have never loved any woman before: my life has been too busy, my thoughts too much absorbed with other things. Now I love, and will love. But do not be afraid of too much expression on my part.”

― Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South

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lilacxrosesx​:

“oh, i will do anything you ask of me, sir.” the word slipped from her lips with such a playful tone as she bit at her lesser, feeling the need to add some kind of flirtation in there. “i will be a good girl and pick up my studies, if you can help me.” she was determined to get him alone in a setting that wasn’t where they currently were, especially if she was going to loosen him up a little. 

It wasn’t the first time he had heard that line. “Oh wow, anything I want.” He said unimpressed. “I would like you to stick to this plan, turn in the homework that is missing and show up to classes on time.” He said before offering a cheeky smile. Writing on the calendar he had printed out for her as he consulted his notes about what was missing from her. “I will help you, but I can only help so much. You have to do the work, or there really isn’t much I can do. Now are you struggling with the subject matter at all?” He asked trying to figure out if she just wasn’t motivated or if she just wasn’t understanding the subject. 

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WHAT’S YOUR MUSE’S PRIMARY LOVE LANGUAGE

YOUR PRIMARY LOVE LANGUAGE IS: Acts of Service

Can helping with homework really be an expression of love? Absolutely! Anything you do to ease the burden of responsibilities weighing on an "Acts of Service" person will speak volumes. The words he or she most wants to hear: "Let me do that for you." Laziness, broken commitments, and making more work for them tell speakers of this language their feelings don’t matter. When others serve you out of love (and not obligation), you feel truly valued and loved.

Acts of Service: 32%

Quality Time: 29%

Words of Affirmation: 19%

Physical Touch: 16%

Receiving Gifts: 3%

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lilacxrosesx​:

skye was the master when it came to playing innocent. especially when someone wasn’t aware of what she was ACTUALLY like. she knew it was going to be a toss up because she wanted to flirt with him, but she also wanted to get one some kind of good graces by being a ‘good little girl’. “would you be able to help me?” she quizzed with a bit more of a flirtier look on her features as she licked her plump lower lip. 

Maverick looked at the computer and printed out the assignments that were missing, and a blank calendar. “Help you how? Do you feel you need a tutor?” He scribbled across thet op of the calendar, writing in the month. Grabbing his glasses from his desk, he slipped them over the bridge of his nose. “Hold on one moment....” He flipped through his assignment book, seeing what he had already set due dates for new homework to be. “Do you think you want to try to salvage your grade? I think if you work really hard you can do this.”

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the only reason skye was even at college was because her dad had made it clear that it was some kind of twisted punishment. that he’d cut her off if she didn’t attend, so here she was, barely passing a class– no surprise, even more so when all she could possibly think about was how attractive her teacher was, how was she ever supposed to concentrate? the fact that he’d asked her to come along to speak meant that she would probably turn this meeting into an innocent flirting session, just so she could get a sense of what her next move would be. she took a seat, folding her legs in a way that made her pleated skirt slip up her tanned thighs as she rested her palm on her chin and pouted a little. “i wasn’t aware i was failing..” that it’s.. play the victim skye. 

Maverick crossed his arms and rested them on the desk in front of him. he waited as she explained herself. “You thought you might be passing... with eight missed assignments?” He asked bemusedly. Turning his chair he clicked through to the file he had made to keep track. “Let’s see here... Looks like... if you got everything in within the next four weeks, and passed the test with at least a ninety percent, you should be back on track for a C average...” He turned back to her, catching the tiniest glimpse of her thigh as he did. “Now if you want, I could help you write out a schedule of new due dates for this so its less overwhelming?”

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Maverick had spent his Friday evening emailing every student that bordered along a dangerous line on their grades. He wanted to let them know that they had time to salvage their grade and he was willing to come up with a plan to help them. He had sent each one a list of times he would be in his office, so they could sit down and figure things out. Naturally, when he arrived the following Monday, he waited after school, for any of them to show up. It was always disappointing when his students didn’t seem to care at all. Every time a student failed, he felt as though he had failed them as a teacher. It was the last thirty minutes of his office hours, when he heard a knock at the door. “Hello! Come on in!” He said, almost too excited that someone had actually shown up. “Take a seat.” Gesturing to the leather chairs in front of his desk.