the temptation between s i b l i n g s [dulce x methos]

[d u l c e__x]

• Table dancing, smashing glasses, that faint smell of weed that if you walked down the hallway just a little bit, you would realize it was coming from one of the rooms with the doors closed, this was one of the ways young adults could destroy a home that most certainly wasn't theirs. You can quite understand how adults themselves couldn't understand teenagers and what they grew up to be by taking in these scenes. Then again, these weren't the sort of parties you invited your parents to anyway. Beerpong outside and proper red plastic dixie cups inside, the music throbbed around them from a rap song to a techno song in a matter of five minutes, there was no way for you to not have fun. Unless you were the prude sitting on the couch or in the corner having been dragged in here thanks to your less than responsible friends. However, if you were like this female in particular, you came here because you know that after an obnoxious time of studying for an exam, it only made sense to have a bit of fun after taking it. Stress reliever and almost like a gift to yourself.
  
  The bass thudding and shaking the ground according to the beat, she was half surprised the walls were still holding and half pissed that her cup was definitely not filled with the liquid of her choice. Or at least, not enough of it anyway. Fraternity row was absolutely full of parties like these, though the guys of Sigma Pi Sigma knew how to throw a good enough party that it even stretched out into the road in front of their fraternity house. Calling out to one of her friends, the blond haired female demanded another cup full of Heinikin, deciding that it would just be better to take a cup from one of her friends instead, taking a swig and immediately satisfied with the flavor. Hips moving, bodies grinding, there was no doubt in anyone's mind that the occasion no longer mattered as to why there was a party, but plenty of them were getting laid tonight, one of her arms wrapped around a male's neck as she danced between him and one of her female friends, her rear moved itself in the fitting place of his crotch, her other hand holding on to that cup for dear life.
  
  It was well than safe to say that they were all a wee bit drunk, this female being underage at a striking nineteen, this didn't keep her from taking another swig and screaming out something to her friend. The night was growing old, or at least to those who had been here for a while it was, the female was half way in her mind set to see that the time was around one something in the morning. Definitely time to bail out. Though that was twenty minutes ago and now she finally sat in a taxi, giggling uncontrollably with her friends about something or another, her light blue colored summer styled dress was sliding up her legs each time she moved about in the leather seat. Daisy Santiago was the bubbly blond who currently slumped out of the taxi, laughing loud about something her friend said that probably wasn't all that funny, her hazel eyes blinked up at the building that her apartment settled in, moving inside with the help of no one, her wedge heels hit the ground in a thudding manner, she slid into the elevator and was thankful that there was only one button to press to get on the floor of the apartment loft.
  
  Tipping her curvy body out of the elevator and jingling her keys in her hand, her body leaned in a slumping manner against the door she was giggling about something or another that quite possibly was not funny. Oh, yes, she was giggling because she couldn't put her key in the door, finally jabbing at the door for the forth time, she twisted it in the lock and almost fell into the loft when it opened. Her destination was the couch. That was all she wanted to aim for was the couch. Her feet making awkward noises on the floor just as they had into the building, her knees turned inward as she fell in a slump on the couch, giggling a bit more as the air conditioning caused her legs to become coated in goosebumps.[/list:u]

 

[Methos]

The sound of a glass striking a wooden table top could be heard - a shot glass more specifically. A cry of “shots!” went up as the waitress was flagged down and another round was demanded. The waitress wandered over to them and the fact she was clad in no more than lingerie and stockings would be the first clue that the bar that Derrick and his friends were sitting in had some ‘live entertainment’ transpiring in the background. Indeed if one turned their head the loud and rather lively music that was blaring was accompanied by the gyrations of a dark haired woman who was slowly peeling off a police uniform.

As the waitress reached the table and leaned forwards in a manner that offered a rather enticing view to the quartet of young gentlemen who could politely be described as well into their cups she was greeted with a series of rather lewd whistles by all involved and naturally drunken grins as a round of jager bombs was requested. One of Derrick’s friends jokingly noted “There is no sweeter medicine than jager bombs, isn’t that right ‘Doctor’ Santiago”

Derrick shook his head with a grin as he remarked “Ah I’m not any sort of doctor yet. I got into medical school, I still have to pass the whole damn thing.” One of his friends snidely remarked “I think I saw a girl in a nurse uniform, if you tell her you’re a doctor she might let you take her into an ‘exam room’. You know ‘open wide and say ‘ahhhh’.” “Oh fuck off you know that would never work.”

Celebratory drinking continued for some time until the four of them were all rather the poorer for their consumption and not altogether steady when they stepped out the door of the strip club. However, cool fresh night air and a walk back towards his apartment did reinvigorate Derrick as it got his blood pumping once more. He was a rather tall fellow standing about six feet and three inches in height. His shoulders were slightly on the broad side and he had a rather athletic build. His form was trim given his penchant for running and playing soccer. His facial features were strong and rather masculine in their composition, with a cleft chin, a strong jaw and rather intelligent dark eyes. His hair was black and rather thick. At the moment it was rather mused up as the breeze blew through it. At the moment he was rather casually clad with a black Killers t-shirt on and a pair of jeans.

He soon found himself arriving at the door of his apartment building. As he pushed through the doors he was rather grateful than the elevator would spare him climbing the stares. He pressed the button and after the elevator seemed to rock to him he soon found himself rising upwards and then heading out the parting doors to greet that of his apartment. He fumbled in his pocket for his keys and then unlocked the door to saunter within. He closed the door rather loudly behind him.

He spied the blonde haired form of his sister sprawled upon the couch. He grinned and soon flopped down onto himself. His legs stretched out before him as he stifled a yawn and asked “Rough night sis?”

 

[d u l c e__x]

• Naturally tanned legs exposed to the air, the female's dress had slid up to just barely cover her firm rear that sat in the air, face planted in the pillow of the leather couch, there was no doubt in her mind that this was to be her bed tonight. Giggling faintly again as the door slammed again, unfortunately, she didn't hear it as loud as she naturally would have, thanks to the amount of bass that the speakers had released from their system. Barely moving as he flopped himself onto the space of the couch beside her head, Daisy turned her head in an awkward way, smiling with her eyes closed, "No you had a rough night." Of course she wasn't sure what kind of night he had, but in opening her eyes carefully, that thigh of his looked quite comfortable. Just comfortable enough for her to squirm from her awkward position and place her cheek on the thigh nearest her, giggling into it as though she had a joke to tell. And surprisingly, she did. "Derrick. . Psst. Derrick."
  
  Instead of a joke, Daisy had come up with a secret to tell him instead, giggling again into the material of his jeans, her head turned and lightly rubbed her cheek against his thigh, the female who couldn't seem to stop moving for anything found herself turning on to her back. Her cheek no longer finding residence at his thigh, her head took its residence there, looking up at him with her bright doe eyes, she waved her hand at him as though to tell him to bring his face closer to hers. Not waiting however, she cupped a hand around her mouth and whispered, "I had a rough night too Derrick." Her soft cheeks hitting a pink color as she clasped her hands over her mouth and giggled, evidently this female was used to being this drunk and waking up on a Saturday afternoon (mornings were overrated, haven't you heard?) and going on about her life as though nothing happened. Looking up at the handsome male that would have generally resembled herself if it wasn't for his pitch black hair and hers being honey blonde. And his eyes being dark and mysterious while hers were young and playful in a manner that Daisy lived up to without having to try at all.
  
  The female who only stood at a mere five three without the help of a pair of heels letting her legs rub together lightly, the blonde closed her eyes lightly, shivering and pouting softly, "It's cold Derr - Derr." The pout, plus the nickname she had used for him (the sort of nickname that caused one to blush and ask what was needed), was the sort that Daisy made more often than not when either she was complaining or she wanted something, the pout that proved to work every time she used it, especially on their parents. Not particularly considered spoiled, she simply knew how to get what she wanted depending on the situation and what it was the pretty girl wanted. [/list:u]

 

[Methos]

Derrick had flopped down onto the couch beside her. His dark eyes saw her form curled up face down upon the couch and he smiled at her as he looked slightly bemused at her rather awkward position. “Oh I had a rough night did I..then why am I not the one doing a face plant in the couch?” He asked her in a rather teasing tone. He felt her cheek settle down against his thigh as she evidently decided that his leg would make a much better pillow for her head than the couch it had been resting on before. He slouched back against the couch as she leaned against him, a faint yawn parted his lips. His hand strayed to her hair and idly played with a few strands of it. As she said his name and giggled he leaned in towards her slightly “What..?”

As his sister squirmed around so that those bright blue eyes of hers were gazing up at him he laughed as she giggled relating that she’d had a rough night too. He grinned to her and let his hand slide over her cheek to poke her nose. He shifted slightly as he nodded to her and grinned “Me too.” A lazy smile graced his lips as his fingers idly trailed through a few locks of blonde hair. “My friends thought the proper way to celebrate getting into medical school was to drink lots and look at naked girls…it was fun.” Then as though that were nothing unusual he asked “What did you do?”

Although he didn’t need to guess that’s she’d been drinking from the looks of things. He watched her squirm and then complain that it was cold. “Aww my poor little sister ish cold.” He teasingly noted “What do you want a blanket?” He asked as he leaned his head back against the couch. He glanced towards the hallway where the extra blankets were kept in a closet “That’s so far from here..and this is really comfortable.” As she was already laying against him he added “Or are you just going to try and steal all my body heat like some sort of tiny heat vampire.” Although he was starting to realize he was incredibly thirsty at the moment.