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@lalisa manoban Her mocking words amused him. As he leaned his forehead against the space between her s, he let the laughter that swelled up from withing turn into a chuckle before it finally died down completely. "You think I can only go on for one round?" he muttered, his lips brushing against her skin and pecking it lightly before glancing up to meet her eyes. "Someone must have had a lot of bad lately to have such low expectations, huh?" his brow raised again, as another chuckle left his lips.

"Okay then, if that's what the damsel wants" he mused, allowing his gaze to wander along her body. He has already noticed some of the tattoos she had scattered over her skin before, while they were preoccupied with tearing down the clothes from their bodies. Even though those were mere glimpses he's managed to catch, it was still enough time to get him to wonder. How did a girl like her - quite young (that is, certainly younger than him), put-together-looking (that is, certainly more put-together-looking than him) and, judging from the way she was hiding the paintings of her body either in intimate or easy to cover places (that is, obviously way easier to cover than the large tattoo that spread over his chest and those on both of his arms) - come to get them? And what was even more interesting to him, how did she come up with the ideas for them in the first place? He was so used to seeing people covered in delicate flowers, an occasional tiger or dragon here and there or one of those atrocious tramp stamps, that it completely didn't occur to him that someone could have original-looking ones.

And for a moment or two, he even began to wonder whether "original-looking" wasn't actually an understatement. The colors and shapes, the peculiar stories they seemed to be telling were perplexing and somehow indescribable. It might have been due to his ignorance if it came to Asian cultures as the only thing he knew about the traditions of South Korea was that peculiar kimchi-get-together that all the elderly women around the block organized before every winter. Maybe, just maybe, if he'd actually taken notice of some of the things his housemates told him in the span of three years he's been living in this foreign country, he'd be able to understand more than he did just now.

"Let's start with them" he said, knowingly putting his fingers on the paintings below her s instead of those on her arms or that on her neck, drawing invisible lines as he slid his fingertips over her skin as if just to a little more. "So, my guess here is... Mommy and daddy don't know about them, that's why they're hidden. Extra points for me if mommy and daddy threatened you with disinheritance if you'd ever get a tattoo" a cheeky smile made the corners of his lips go upwards, just like his brow did as he waited for her to answer.

@matty healy what little she could actually see of the expression on his face, only had her mimicking to express her own state of amusement. a brow quirked upright in return as she naturally has to listen to what more he had to say for the night (which matter of factly, appeared to be a very long night indeed. games, huh? could the guy get any more surprising? if she wasn’t mistaken, lalisa could easily add to the presumption that this here was his idea of going against everything one night stands stood for— and that there was getting to know the other person.

he was doing a pretty good job at it too but, oh well. it wasn’t like they were going to remember each and every detail spewed about in that whole setting. other than remnants of their bodies held dangerously close against each other, committing the mere sin of such clear lust, nope. nothing more would be worth recalling. “pfft.. kiss, huh? i guess a second round wouldn’t exactly be your thing, then? what a shame.” she huffed, meaning to still but with soft bubbles of laughter that eventually escape passed her lips, lisa would have to comply.

sold mostly by the inability to sleep, and not those words (worth the grading of a b+) he’d probably have used to sway numerous women with, “alright. alright i’m in, but this time? gentle fellas first.” the girl mused, her dainty fingers combing back through his messy tresses of hair.

@lalisa manoban "You see?" a smirk curved his lips as he nodded his head with a presumptuous air about it, just as if he didn't quite get the underlying sarcasm in the female's tone. Seconds later a thought crossed his mind, making him raise one of his brows and turning his smirk into a more mischievous one.
"You know what? I got a game for you" he wasn't quite sure whether she'd go for it and even if she did - whether she wouldn't lie about everything she was going to say. Yet even if she did, who was he to judge? After this night ended, she'd go on living her life just like he would do with his and they probably wouldn't even cross each other's minds after that (except, maybe, when they'd be laying in bed with another one-night-stand, thinking about how great their was comparing to what they've just gone through), so what did he have to lose? Nothing. Nothing at all.

Holding her gaze, he propped himself up on his elbows so he wouldn't squish her with his weight before he started speaking again. "I'll tell you my presumptions about you and you get to tell your presumptions about me. Whenever one of us is right we-- uh, this would be w a y more fun if we still had clothes on, I'd love to watch you strip again..." he mused, slightly hoping for at least a little, tiny blush of hers even though he knew he wouldn't be able to see it as properly as he'd want to. Letting the brief pause linger around for a second or two, he coughed as if trying to get himself on the right track of thoughts again and break apart from his little daydream, simultaneously shaking his head a little. "Anyway, since we can't strip anymore... I don't know, we just get to kiss each other or whatever" shrugging lightly before moving one of his hands so that he could trace her collarbone with his fingers. "You in?"

@matty healy lalisa just had to shoot the guy a look; a fine teasing mix between confusion and amusement all in one. as expected, these foreigners were as interesting as they came— not in a literal sense, even if he did, but the point was there. something about this guy, in particular, singling himself out past the flurry of koreans that had approached her thus far and not so much as a single one was better than the other. god, it reminded her of the school she just up and left from. every guy clad with the same uniform, the aspect of individuality stripped away from them clean and clear, so it was only up to each person to paint their own unique canvas of life which even then they failed miserably at. it was almost no wonder why she found the easiest of spaces to emasculate the same guys that came her way, that is until matt came along, of course. lucky for him, she had the time either way. "everything you've done? oh, pardon me good sir.." she provided, her tone of voice soft but the jest laced within a complete contradiction to how held him especially with a smile.

"smart boy. such a smart boy, knowing me so awfully well and hey? in such a short amount time too! aw.." she reached forth to cup at his cheek, her thumb gently stroking over his skin as she too looked into his almond toned orbs only illuminated dimly by the peek of moonlight shining through the window blinds. lisa definitely had to cut the guy some slack, he had certainly tried his best for the night, so if this ego high of his was absolutely genuine then perhaps she'd have to let it fly for a bit. because, if her heart still had yet to pace itself steadily, then that certainly said something more about the guy. no matter how much she formerly did just want him to drift off to sleep, perhaps a little show from that one male seemingly radiating a smidge of intelligence for the night wouldn't hurt.

@lalisa manoban "Really? Are you really disagreeing? After everything I've done for you tonight?" he propped himself up on his elbow, loosening his embrace and glancing at her meaningfully, trying to remain completely serious. The sound of a car driving over wet asphalt echoed from behind the window, lighting up the female's features for a couple of seconds, allowing Matt to take in the beauty that continued to be shrouded in the veil of darkness. It might have been the combination of innocence that beamed from her soft face and the self-confidence of her character that did the trick for him this time, but there was no point in disagreeing that the girl was simply stunning and absolutely great to look at - and not only that, she also felt incredible.

It has been quite some time since he's talked with someone like her - she truly seemed to have a personality, which appeared to be rather unique in this part of the world (or at least so it was in his opinion). She gave the impression of being perfectly sure about who she wanted to be, or how she wanted to be seen by others and he absolutely loved it. There was nothing he hated more - well, maybe besides the usual after- small talk - than pretty but empty people. It usually wasn't that important if it came to since he'd only have to act as if he fell asleep right away to prevent nowhere-going conversations, yet he still liked to think that the people he'd hook up with were at least somewhat interesting.

"Did you forget all of that already, huh?" he clasped her fingers, which were still drawing circles upon his chest, with his, moving them upwards to his lips. Letting go of them seconds later, he moved his body so his face hovered a few inches above hers as he put his hands by her sides, closing her in. "Want me to remind you?" he breathed, lowering his lips to meet hers, teasingly brushing against them before moving further to her cheek, then her neck and her collarbones, only to take a curve and proceed towards her chest, right between her and then-- he stopped. Looking up to meet her eyes, he let out a silent, disapproving smack of his lips. "Wait, I probably shouldn't. You'll just start teasing me again, won't you?"

@matty healy wow was this taking forever? positively longer than she even thought it would. lalisa was not accustomed to staying about this way, not cooped up in her own bed by the end of the night. so.. alright. admittedly, she did think about staying and at least seeing herself out by the earliest of mornings but damn— knowing herself? early mornings and her didn’t exactly get along. it was still quite the surprise that she managed to make it to most classes and so forth, attendance just stable at the seems.

but even with the following day being a weekend, what was to become of her schedule? projects taking forever, the girl (dreadfully) having to pack in a couple hours of studying, work work and more work then whatever little time was left for her leisurely ‘me-time’. that in itself was the only way the girl managed to live thus far, not so much as a single companion to spare her time for because love and lalisa? nope. not a match either. hook ups however, seemed fair enough. something to at least let out some steam with from time to time.

speaking of letting out some steam, a slice in the air came through with the boy speaking out to her. his accent thoroughly distinct, causing her to always pay attention to his each and every word. although, hell, how could she miss his humour? it was what got her to loosen up a bit more at the bar amongst the few drinks they shared together. “god? pfft, uhm.. matt– how about no. hm?” with a dainty finger raised to draw tiny swirls upon his bare chest, she couldn’t help rolling her eyes with a soft simper clad upon her lips still swollen from all the rough liplocks they went at.

@lalisa manoban Minutes went by as Matty's mind began to wander. His thoughts were swirling around his heads like tiny cloudlets, some of them too tiny to distinguish while others were enormous, just like storm clouds only waiting for him to notice them. The most intrusive one of them was partially connected to the feeling of emptiness in the pit of his stomach, reminding him that he has gone on too long without anything proper to eat. It must have been around 1AM by now, yet it could take another hour or two before he could eventually leave the hotel.
Should he still get a bite of something at that time? Most of the restaurants would probably be closed by then and he had no intention of going to one of the countless 7/11s in the area just to stuff himself with ramyeon that everyone else beside him seemed to enjoy. So what if he just tried to fall asleep at his place and get something proper for breakfast first thing in the morning? Or maybe he could scavenge the shared fridge in the house's kitchen for any leftovers none of his housemates would miss? Would it be possible that there was still some of that amazing chicken one of the Korean people made left? If so, he'd have to--

"God.."

His train of thought came to an abrupt stop. Raising one of his brows, he shifted his attention back to the female that was still in his arms - if it wasn't for the weight of her head on his shoulder he probably would have forgotten about her by now, too transfixed with the idea of food. his lower lip, he glanced at her, or at least at the part of her face he could see, wondering whether she had the same tactics as he did and whether she wasn't just waiting for him to fall asleep just to disappear from his life forever.
"That's not exactly the name I go by, but you can call me "God" if you want. Has this nice ring to it" he muttered before chuckling at his own words - if she only knew how hilarious he thought he was... - rubbing his thumb against her skin.

@matty healy * hopefully, if her body would permit it to.

@matty healy that one night she had to herself, the girl was expecting to wind up back home with a few more extra hours of sleep. however, lalisa had decided to go on a little detour and settle with a few coloured liqueurs to down; surrounded by an environment she was oh so used to in the past — ah, good old clubbing days. but nothing had truly prepared her for the outcome she’d soon found herself at, winding up in bed next to a handsome stranger. and oh, a foreigner at that. not that she was complaining, however. as a matter of fact, it had been an awful long while since her last lay. perhaps.. somewhere back in senior high school? yes yes, nothing too worth remembering until this very day. after all, who would want to remember numerous faked s?

she could tell this guy was good at his craft, her heart still racing and her body physically more worn out than ever before. “right. fate was really on our side for tonight, hm?” she gladly chimes in with a tiny smile, more amused than anything that a guy like this had even went for someone like her in the first place. with the flurry of girls clad in bodysuits, short dresses and high heels — lalisa was absolutely no competition. although, it would at least appear to be so that she still had her game? now, before she does flatter herself any further of course, getting way too comfortable with the male that held her closely still, this would be her cue to get a shut eye so tomorrow could at least run as normal. well, hopefully if body would permit it too.

but after a brief while, not even the unfamiliar warmth of company in such chilled weather could drift her to sleep. the girl was still positively awake. and now that her gaze was subtly peering up towards the male— , so was he. it must’ve been that long indeed, because it had totally passed her mind just how the fleeting moments after could actually be awkward. “god..”

@lalisa manoban Sweat was running down his back as his hitched breath stopped for a second, sinking into a low moan of pleasure, making him close his eyes. A few moments later, the sheets rustled above him as he dropped down onto the mattress right beside the female, burying his face in the white material of the pillow. A sigh left his lips, slowly morphing into a chuckle.
„That was good” he whispered as he turned his head to face the female. Her expression was blurred in the darkness, only to be lit up for mere seconds by the lights of cars passing by the window. Yet despite the overall gloom that surrounded them, there was still something special about her features, something that made him notice her in the first place. Taking the fact that it was Matt who was a foreigner in this land into consideration, her Asian characteristics shouldn’t be as unique but they somehow were. There was something about them that made her stand out of the crowd of similar-looking girls he’d see eyeing him in clubs or pubs but he didn’t really have any plausible explanation for it as of now.
He could hear her breathe just as unevenly as he did, making him smirk for no particular reason at all. Snaking his hand towards her body, he embraced her lightly with one of his arms before pulling her closer and planting a kiss on her cheek. „It really was" he smiled, his voice slightly hoarse as he muttered his usual lie (which, this time, wasn't that much of a lie), beginning to her back and trying to avoid eye-contact, hoping it'd go just as usual - he'd wait for her to fall asleep before slithering his way out of the bed, putting on his clothes and paying for the room, so he wouldn't have to bear with the terrible 'let's get breakfast together's or 'let's do this again sometime's in the morning. Because if there was anything he hated, small talk after a one night stand would be pretty high up his list, as it basically couldn't get more awkward. The look in their eyes, the vulnerability of the girls was driving him crazy. It was just as if they thought they might be the one that'd make him change his ways, that they could live in a romantic-comedy-like reality and make the bad boy fall for the good girl. And though he knew there was nothing the females could be expecting of him - after all, he was nothing more but a one night stand for them, too - it still was rather difficult for him to crush the fantasies for their non-existent futures.