((R)) putting on the ritz [cressida]

[JAMIE LLOYD QUINN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 444px; background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/2m30orn-2.png); border-top: #656565 solid 12px; border-bottom: #656565 solid 12px; width: 457px; padding-top: 10; padding-bottom: 10;] He didn't have to know anything about her to ask her on a date despite what the popular belief was. He didn't need her life story or what her favorite food was. Despite all that information was able to be instantly gratified thanks to social networking and the internet. He simply met her once, saw her at chance a second time and asked her to be his date for this evening. He wasn't a man who dated multiple women at one time, but he knew a few. Yet he wasn't look for a woman to marry and make children with. This was simply to have an enjoyable evening out and make the appearance he was quite literally paid to do. His younger sister created and ran this boat and her father was his boss. He was simply attending for pictures and mingling, business matters. Jamie would be free for the evening to do as he pleased, but he was expect to be there and he was paid to be there. It all made sense to him that it was easy money and perhaps easy money was the best money of all. Cressida Mancini was a woman who was barely a woman at all. In comparison to Jamie who was on a downward slope to thirty. The age difference alone made people bothered, gave them something to be wary of. He could see, feel, hear the judgement in their voices when honestly Jamie didn't think of it as anything to entirely worry about. She was a flirtatious thing and he picked up on it, he ceased it to be. He wasn't hard to impress, but he could be easily annoyed by people who tried to hard. Reassurance that whoever she was without trying to difficulty would be enough to wow him. She would have her inner demons, but he had his own and if they could not kid themselves of trying to pretend to be something they were not, they could have a wonderful time together. He already was confronted by her sister and that was an irritating thing. The one thing that Jamie disliked was the assumption he was out to harm Cressida simply because he was older. Family member or not, everyone seemed perplexed and bothered by the date. As if their was ill will foreboding because Jamie wasn't nineteen as well. It deeply bothered him, but all he wanted was a nice evening out and he couldn't have been any plainer with explaining and defending himself. If anything harmful or hurtful came of this date tonight, it wasn't something Jamie premeditated. It would happen from the play of events and nothing more. Whether he was older than her or not this could happen with any man. It made it worse that her older sister was some sort of friends with his younger sister. That the judgement from the older sister was partially because it was common knowledge that Jamie was arrogant and egotistical and partial because they were a loving and caring family with tight knit values. The Quinn's were close, but Jamie didn't hover or coddle Charlotte. He allowed her to make her own mistakes without interfering. He was sure the Mancini's were raised differently, but he felt that at least from Genesis, she could back off and not assume he was out to hurt her. Jamie wasn't out to hurt anyone unless they gave him a reason. Pulling up to Genesis' apartment, he put the Lamborghini in park and exited the vehicle but stood beside it. A quick "I'm Here" to Cressida before picking her up. She looked stunning, but he knew she would and he wasn't overly surprised. If she had to play pretty little thing on someone's arm, Jamie was overjoyed it was his own. Giving a cocky smirk and wave to her sister, he sped off to the boat. Glancing at her in the car, he couldn't keep her eyes away from her, a difficult task when driving. He reached over and took her hand, kissing the back of it and gentling gliding his thumb against her skin. "You look so beautiful, Cressida. I know this will be an amazing night, I keep good company." He kept holding her hand as they made their way there. Parking and leading her inside, he pushed through the people to introduce her to Peter. He approved, but a gentle eyebrow lift when the age difference seemed obvious even to him. Rolling his eyes and steering her away, Their next person they met was his little sister dressed in the black gown he bought her, she looked dashing and professional. A warm smile, Charlotte greeted Cressida in the same fashion she did everyone else in the place, "Hello! Thank you for coming, I appreciate it so much. Don't let Jamie get too crazy and smack him if he's a dick." Awkwardly laughing, Jamie wrapped his arm around Cressida's waist and steered her away from his family. Pausing for obligatory pictures, finally they had the evening to themselves. "Now that we have no obligations, what would you like to do?"

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[CRESSIDA AHRI MANCINI]

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cressida was grateful, yet again, to be getting out of the apartment she now shared with her older sister genesis and her boyfriend huck. they were like overbearing parents, and it pissed cressida off. always hovering. always judging, and her life was really none of their business. so cressida goaded them by constantly flirting with huck and being contrary to genesis. she was nineteen, but she was legally an adult and she had a job of her own, money of her own. she could make her own decisions as well. if she wanted to fuck a man who was eight years older than her, then she would. that was really nobody's business.

"he was in high school when you were in first grade, cress," genesis whined (or at least cressida had come to interpret it as whining although it was actually a mixture of griping and correcting). cressida rolled her eyes obviously and pulled her brown dress down over her shapely hips. she was looking really fat lately, and it made her feel nauseous at the thought of it, but she kept it to herself. instead, she used her inner disgust with herself to show on her face so her sister would believe the grimace was directed at her.

"just stop talking about it, and the problem will go away, genny. isn't that how it works in psychology?" she asked hardly, frowning irritably and shoving past her sister and into the living room. passing huck and not bothering to greet him, she threw open the door with genesis right on her heels.

"we're not going to just stop talking about it. you don't know what you're getting in to here, cress. jamie isn't exactly a nice guy," genesis continued, always with the same argument.

"i don't see where you have any right to say if someone is a nice person or not. you're the one fucking your patient," cressida snapped, wheeling on her sister as she grew impatient and decided to take the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator. the shock and dismay in genesis's face at cressida's words was victory enough for the younger mancini female, and she smirked to herself as she took the stairs quickly to get down to the ground floor. genesis was right behind her as she leapt the last few and burst out of the doors into the lobby.

"that's not fair, cress. it's not like i did it on purpose. i'm not manipulating huck like jamie is manipulating you," she hissed, not wanting their argument to be overheard by everyone in the lobby. she reached for cressida's arm, but the smaller blond deftly pulled away and burst outside onto the sidewalk, seeing jamie's Lamborghini waiting patiently for her at the curb.

halting suddenly, she turned and sneered at her older sister. she saw a brief flash of sadness and surprise cross genesis's face, and she felt remorse for being so at-odds with her over this entire issue, but she reminded herself that genesis was coddling her. she hated being coddled just because she was the baby of the family. she just used their sympathies against them to get what she wanted on occasion.

"jamie is not manipulating me, genesis," she retorted in a low, angry tone. "on the contrary, if we want to fuck one another, it's going to be a mutual thing and i'm going to enjoy it. so fuck off."

with that, she spun on her heel, leaving her sister speechless and embarrassed on the curb. her blond hair was perfectly curled around her face and shoulders, pulled back away from her face in a princess hairstyle so she could see without her hair hanging in her eyes. she saw jamie's smirk at genesis, figuring he'd heard what she'd said, but she didn't care. she was in a mood that she was glad genesis was wordless for once, and she was irritated with her older sister. they'd be lucky if cressida returned home to the apartment tonight, such was her mood.

although she was fuming from the argument with her older sister, she managed to let it slip off of her shoulders as she felt jamie's fingers slip into her hand, taking control of her palm. she knew she wasn't in love with him, but they'd gone out a few times, and she enjoyed his company. he was a dick, but he was a gentleman just as equally, and she enjoyed both sides of him. she enjoyed his honest nature and his maturity since she was far beyond the maturity level of any nineteen year old.

"thank you," she responded to his compliment, smiling brightly over at him. her chocolate colored dress sat precariously across her thighs, revealing her slender, shapely legs. she imagined she could see cellulite ripples on her legs, but they weren't there. on the contrary, she couldn't be thinner and still look healthy, but her bulimia intermingled with her imagination and screwed with her head. "i'm sure you do," she replied to him, winking over at him. she could flirt with him without feeling guilty or weird since he did the same in return, and she was grateful for the comfortable atmosphere between them despite the continual disagreement of the people around them. it wasn't as if they were engaged to be married or something. they were just having a good time, why couldn't people understand that?

when they arrived at the boat, cressida handled the cameras and crowds easily. she was used to that sort of thing, being part of one of the most well-known ballet troupes in the world. she wasn't exactly 'famous' - although people in the ballet circles knew of her - but she was used to this sort of treatment, so she ignored it for the most part. following jamie obediently, she allowed him to lead her through the crowds and to his boss (who was also his stepfather or...something? she didn't understand the eccentricities of that relationship). when that meet and greet was done, his sister was next, and cressida smiled at the older woman. charlotte seemed so closed up, and cressida knew some of the details of what had happened with her sister, but she was drawn to charlotte (perhaps because she was currently at odds with genesis, as cressida was as well). the other young woman's stoic greeting and gentle attempt at teasing brought a smile to cressida's face.

"don't worry, i will," she commented, winking at jamie and elbowing him as charlotte turned and left them alone.

jamie wrapped his arm familiarly around her waist, something he hadn't done before tonight, but her rebellious nature liked it and she allowed him to pull her closer to him as he steered her away from the crowds. after a few more pictures were taken, they were as alone as they had been since they were together in his car, and she turned to look up at him as he subtly commented on what they could possibly do with the rest of their evening.

the argument with her sister had riled her up, irritated and infuriated her. she felt rebellious and hot beneath her skin, and the light in his eyes made her want to balk against whatever authority her sister claimed to have over her. her fingers slipped beneath his suit jacket, and tugged at his belt, bringing him a step closer to her as she looked up at him, feigning innocence she didn't really have.

"if whatever this is between us is going to piss off my sister and who knows who else..." she began, her hand slipping up to his tie and gripping it gently before she looked back up at him again, "...then we may as well give them something to be mad about."

her hazel eyes appeared sweet and naive, but she was far from it. she knew what she was doing. she was a natural-born flirt and her family had cultivated a healthy sense of sexuality within her. although she hated the way her body looked most of the time, she knew how to use it, and her sister's arguments from earlier made her want to use it as a weapon against those words. it was a psychological battle that only cressida would be raging within her head, battling her sister's disapproval by having sex with the very man she didn't want cressida to be with, but she didn't care.

"how about you..." she leaned up slowly onto her tip toes, holding his tie as her nose brushed his, her lips brushed his without kissing him, "show me just what good company you keep."

thanks brooklyn from caution, atf, shine & rc&r.

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[JAMIE LLOYD QUINN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 444px; background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/2m30orn-2.png); border-top: #656565 solid 12px; border-bottom: #656565 solid 12px; width: 457px; padding-top: 10; padding-bottom: 10;] The fuse on this arrangement with Cressida was coming down to the explosion fast and quick. She was a beautiful girl but the weight that came with even fooling around her was a bit suffocating. He would flat out tell her when they were done with each other that if she ever wanted something serious in the future than her big Italian family would have to stay on the back burners and simmer. First of, the entire lot of them were hypocrites and coddlers - they didn't want this poor girl to have fun. Well the more they acted like this the more she would want to rebel. That was just common logic and if Genesis was such am prophet psychiatrist and talented than she would know this. Genesis herself did things that were worth an awkward cough. As for prime example, meddling in her patient's life enough to screw him, to the point where they were dating? That seemed high unprofessional and how she wasn't fired for it, he didn't know/ perhaps it was because his soft-hearted alcoholic little sister didn't have the gall to report it. but he knew she was over the ordeal, that she felt exploited and raw. he questioned if she held on to that pain she felt. the friendships were ruined, she attempted to repair but she wouldn't bother. jamie knew that what bothered his little sister the most was that they made her into the evil one. that for what genesis did and made her feel like, that charlotte was the one that was the bad guy. for saying something she shouldn't have said when genesis broke all professional standing and slept with huck. charlotte didn't mature like other women, she was severely repressed and closed off at that point. of course her reaction would have been middle school to high school childish because she had never gone through something like that before. in the end, like ahigh school girl, charlotte said wrong things to the two of them and they said hurtful things back. he didn't know where charlotte stood. she had an entire arranged marriage about to be put on her shoulders. something that happened months ago was out of the picture. but if charlotte was like him or her father, she had a rotten temper in that small body and she was holding on to pain. perhaps not what happened before, but he had a feeling she wouldn't stand for public embarrassment and pain. cressida's tempting words for him to show her the company he kept was what he fully intended to do with her. "the pleasure would be all mine," he answered her but peter's eyes connected with his, a head nod to beckon him over to where the others stood. jamie didn't like to be interrupted and so he was sure neither would cressida. a very public and showy kiss later, he pulled away from her. she was a natural bedside temptress, this girl, and he was positive he would not be the last man she put her well manicured claws into and strangled them with her perfectly capable toned dancing thighs. "ah but one last duty calls. going to meet my future brother in law, if you'll excuse me... busy yourself, or something like that. it's a casino,you'll find something." leaving her, he knew his words were rude but he wanted to put in perspective and fully play this bad guy role her family had marked him as. he beat down people with a metal bat, he wasn't a very nice man and she knew that, but he thought he could reinforce it. he was appalled by this man, cato kaine, but he didn't let it register on his face. this man was worse than he was and he blatantly spit in his father's and peter's arrangement. yet he took it out on charlotte, the man's razor tongue cut her and upset her. she wasn't going to last long in this marriage, if anything he saw her worsening and folding up on herself even more. but this wasn't his problem, he wasn't like the Mancini's and he wouldn't give her his input. he simply walked away and found cressida once more, amused that he remembered the fabric of her dress and the way she fashioned her hair. pulling her along to a bedroom, he knocked before kicking open the door and pulling her along inside. shut and locked, he pushed her on to the bed his hands threateningly cupping and grabbing her breasts - his lips meshed against herself and he seemed violent until he calmed loosening his tie and removing it altogether, he re-approached her, hands gentle as they ran along her leg and another traced her collarbone, his lips kissed hers softly. nothing he ever did was simple or easy, it was always rough and firm on the ouside, but soft and light within.

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[CRESSIDA AHRI MANCINI]

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she saw him react to her words, his smile curving over his face as he accepted her offer with his eyes. then, his attention was diverted from her, taken by his business partner and stepfather, and cressida growled irritably as he backed away from her. her body slumped impatiently as he stepped away, and his curt words didn't phase her. she was used to him being short and rude with her, and she didn't expect any more out of him. they weren't dating, and they were mutually using one another to have a good time (and, in her case, to infuriate her family). part of her heart was still a rebellious teenager, never having fully grown out of that stage in her life thanks to becoming a professional dancer at a young age. parts of her still rebelled against all sound wisdom because that level of immaturity within her balked to be free.

jamie appealed to her because of his age, and his looks that were her style. he had a european look to him that american men didn't have. most women may not find his classic look appealing, but she found him desirable, and her confrontation with her sister had made her horny. it was her rebelliousness acting out again.

turning away from the murphy/quinn clan, she walked to a nearby roulette table and watched the game. she had little desire to throw her own money away right now, so she merely observed in fuming impatience. she'd come here with one thought in mind, and albeit a shallow one, it wasn't being fulfilled. she'd wanted to have a good time before genesis had lit in to her, but now she wanted to have sex just to be contrary and to prove she could.

lost in her thoughts, it wasn't until she felt jamie's touch along the small of her back and his hand gripping her hand forcefully that she was drawn back to the present and turned to look at him. he drug her along after him, obviously as impatient as she was, and she smirked as she followed willingly. it mildly entertained her that he knocked before throwing the door open, a smidgen of politeness amidst the rude dash to fuck.

she stumbled in to the cabin after him, her body and mouth suddenly smothered by his. she met him with equal intensity, arching her back after he pushed her roughly onto the bed so her breasts pressed into his hands. she kissed him back until he pulled back from her to loosen his tie. she watched his eyes, reaching down to loosen his belt as her chocolate brown dress rode up her thighs due to her positioning on the bed. it was really more of a cot, and it couldn't be considered comfortable, but she couldn't care less.

when he reapproached her, she was surprised by the gentleness that temporarily replaced the rough urgency that had carried them in here. his touch on her leg sent desirous trembles through her thighs, and his other hand across her collarbone made her breath come up short. she panted gently against his mouth as he lowered and kissed her again, and her tongue slipped through his teeth, exploring every inch of his mouth and tasting him. she'd never truly tasted him before, since every time they'd slept together it was a rushed thing meant only to satiate a lusty urge within both of them. her hands ran up his arms, muscled from connecting a bat with men's heads, and her fingers entered his hair. she knew she was messing up his carefully brushed tresses, but she didn't give a damn. her fingers ran through it, moving back down to rest around the back of his neck as she arched her back once more to press herself against him.

the featherlight fabric of her dress did little to hide the shape of her body from him, and her nipples were visible as they hardened through the fabric. she wasn't ashamed or embarrassed by her body, not in this situation, because she knew she didn't need to impress jamie. he would take her however she was, whether she had mental issues with her body image or not. so she felt confident with him as her tongue left his mouth and she swallowed the minty taste of him. her lips roamed his jawline, smooth and clean-shaved as was his way, and her mouth made the journey to his throat. she felt his heart throbbing through the artery in his neck as she kissed him before nipping at the tight skin where his shoulder met his neck.

one hand dropped to her waist, pulling her dress fully out of the way before pushing his pants far enough down so she could touch him. she wrapped her hand around him, pulling him up to meet her and she smiled against the skin on his neck as she playfully bit his shoulder and sucked hard until a red mark remained. she found that she liked being rough, it appealed to some baser part of herself, and he indulged her.

thanks brooklyn from caution, atf, shine & rc&r.

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[JAMIE LLOYD QUINN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 444px; background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/2m30orn-2.png); border-top: #656565 solid 12px; border-bottom: #656565 solid 12px; width: 457px; padding-top: 10; padding-bottom: 10;] Jameson Quinn was not a man that would admit he cared what people thought of him or what deeply bothered him. Long ago had he built walls around the kid that he was raised to be, because being a Quinn didn’t mean anything until he made it mean something. He was supposed to be a lover, but he chose to be a fighter. He was supposed to be gentle, but he chose to be rough. He was supposed to care, but he chose to think of no one but himself. Who he was raised to be didn’t exist because he didn’t let them exist. That man loved baking like his mother did and he loved nothing more than praise when someone ate something he made that tasted good to them. That part of him could care less about the Lamborghini he drove, or the flatscreen televisions that raised from the floor and walls of his apartment. That part of him didn’t care about the six figures sitting in his bank account and that part of him cared about his family and what people thought of him. That part of him was bothered by the idea that if he ever chose to love this blonde temptress, no one would accept them. But she was too young to know about love or committed relationships, which appealed to the man on the outside. Like a rap or hip-hop artist, women like Cressida Mancini satiated urges and appearances. He had money and the girl. He was rough to her, his lips crushing hers and giving little leeway for her to escape him. He wasn’t going to let her go anywhere until they were finished with each other. Normally, they didn’t have much for time when they got together. It was quick and lasted long enough to satiate the urges and not leave the other wanting more. Yet it was common knowledge the longer they had to do this, the better off it would be. While he loosened his suffocating tie from his neck, she was loosening his belt and he chuckled aloud, some sort of blend of sexy and cocky of a noise. She was truly a temptress, this girl, this woman rather and it was a pity her family didn’t see that he wasn’t the only one in his fandango that was a bit darker than they appeared. Yet, Jamie vowed to not give her sister any sort of like as she seemed to love calling the kettle black. She was just as guilty as giving into urges to fuck like he was, except there was nothing morally wrong with this dynamic between Jamie and Cressida. They didn’t have a professional or personal boundaries crossed when they fucked. Genesis and Huck? They were guilty of getting their sex on while Genesis was supposed to be his psychiatrist. He thought it was pretty ignorant too, for Genesis’ to let her dirty laundry air because it come back to bite her in her perfect ass. He reproached Cressida with a gentle touch just to see if he was even capable of being a soft guy anymore. His long, slow, soft yet firm touches seemed like a waste to him, but with this woman panting against his mouth like so, he knew it wasn’t so lost. Yet he didn’t prefer it and he couldn’t keep it up for long. She pressed herself against him and he let his hand travel down to run over a breast. Amused by the hardness of a nipple, he wasted no time flicking at her with only the fabric of this dress to protect her from his assaults. He wouldn’t say that he was a sadistic lover, but he definitely prefer it rough over than something long that could bore him to tears. He was impatient now, as he was most times, and he had little tolerance for taking things slow. He focused his ministrations to parts of her he left untouched as she moved away from her mouth. His hand slid to the heat of her between her legs, the raw sex that wanted to be filled. He was only mildly irritated by the panties, his hand slipping beneath them to grab her mound slipping his fingers down to trace her slit. The telltale sign of a woman ready met his fingers, a wetness he welcomed. Yet this damn lacey fabric she most definitely wore for this evening was nothing but a barrier. Both hands tore at them, ripping the lace away as if meant nothing. Fabric was fabric and Jamie didn’t care if they were Egyptian cotton: if he wanted it off the damn thing was coming off. “You’re a nasty little slut, Cresssssiiiidaaaa.” He carried his name in a sing-song hiss before taking three fingers and impaling the hole that oozed her sex. She was more than ready for him and it amused him, he had to tease and say nasty taunting words. They had enough time to have sex, but he always found them rushing through it. He wouldn’t let her off that easy or just once. He didn’t want her to feel her legs after this, he wanted to take his sweet ass time because he wasn’t much in the way of gambling. Fuck blowing money when he could have a woman blow him. It didn’t make much sense to him. “Big bad wolf Jamie is going to eat your nasty little pussy. You know it, don’t ya?” His assault on her hole wasn’t lessening, his thumb pressed down on her swollen clit as he kept at it. He found himself chattier than usual, but she could go home crying as long as she was waddling on her way out. “Can’t tell them all that you keep coming back for more, can you?” She freed his swollen member from its cage and he softly sighed to let her know that he appreciated it. Yet she was pulling at him, but he was giving it up to her easy. Grabbing her legs, he lifted and spun her laying a loud smack on her ass that echoed through their cabin. “Gotta work for it.” He commented, releasing her hold on him now that she was on her knees he made her part her legs, pushing her up in her knees so her hungry, puffy, slit was in his face begging to be fucked. He slapped her ass cheeks until he was satisfied with the color red they were. Chuckling, a sort of mocking yet amused laugh, he held his member as his head ran along her slit. She was ready for him but he wasn’t having it yet. In an effort to tease her further, she slapped his dick against her feeling her squirm and hearing her squeal. He slapped her for the noises, before lowering his mouth on to her. His ministrations were torture for even himself, but he had more willpower than to break his own goal. His tongue dipped in between her labia, tasting the powerful musk of her sex and knowing soon he would be in her. Biting at the inside of her lips, he sucked on her wet fleshy skin before pulling away. He pulled her legs out from underneath her, then flipped her on to her back pulling her as close to the edge and his mouth as he could. He pushed the knees up and legs apart before going back to his task. He bit down on her swollen clit before sucking, giving her no sign of stopping. He could feel her hands in his hair again, and he kept up with his torture. His fingers went back to walking along her inner walls, and he could feel her entire body tremble. Amused, heavily he used her sex to wet himself. Releasing her clit from his mouth he bounced his dick of her hot and ready entrance, looking at her with mischief in his eyes, debating whether or not it was time. “Do you want it?” With her answer he laughed. “Better blow me later, little slut.” He commented before deciding it was time. “You better scream, be my good little whore.” Without hesitation he rammed himself inside of her before removing completely, feeling tremble and attempt to pull him back in, he could hear her whimper and it was more than enough for him to keep up his assault. This cot was noisy as hell as he rammed in and out of her, but he didn’t stop just for passerbys sake. Between their joined calls of pleasure and the consistent squeak at every thrust he was sure they could put two and two together. He removed himself and pushed and pulled her back on to her knees with her ass sticking straight up in the air. Slamming into her from behind him let out a victorious grunt. He could sense her building already and it made him want to burst over, but he held out for her mouth. “Scream.”

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