Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 9, 2015 11:58:31 GMT -5
"Come on out, you WOP bastards!"
Fins slurred words echoed through the straights, as he staggered and stumbled along. He had been drinking all day, and against his better judgement, and with Anas knowledge, he had left the underground. "COME ON OUT AN PLAY!"
Leaning on a lamp post, he lit a cigarette, and looked around. Where were they, where were those bastards? Stepping out into the street, Fin spun, looking at the houses, trying to get his bearings. "WHAT'S WRONG, YA FUCKING COWARDS!?!? YOU ONLY TORTURE LITTLE GIRLS!? YOU AFRAID OF WHAT A MAN MIGHT DO!?!?"
Spotting a house he recognized, Fin swore. It was Teagans place that mmeant he was in an Irish neighborhood. Staub lingerie uo to the door, Fin pounder his fist against the wood. "Teagan! You around, you delicious piece of Irish ass!?"
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 9, 2015 13:24:26 GMT -5
Fingers trailing up her thighs with one hand as the other entangled in her silky hair to leave it lying disheveled around her shoulders. This man she had picked up was mediocre at best when it came to taste and experience, but her pride wouldn't allow her to hunt down either Finley or Eoin for a proper lay, leaving her with the sucker now feeling her up on her couch. It was difficult, though, focusing on the forced heat of the moment when she heard someone yelling obnoxiously out in the streets. The voice was too muffled to make out, but it was annoying her to say the very least.
Just as the man began to bite down on her lip, she heard a loud banging on her front door. Her name was called, and she instantly recognized the voice as Finley's, despite his lack of manners. It was strange for him to not be gentlemanly towards her, but with Maureen's torture, she figured he was probably off his rocker a bit.
Still, she was just not getting to the good stuff, so she pulled away from the stranger with a growl. Headed for the door to hear him refer to her as exactly what she was - a hot piece of Irish ass - she slung it open and narrowed her gaze at him slightly. "Finley, what are you doing?!" She demanded, trying to smooth out her hair a bit as she awaited an explanation.
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Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 10, 2015 2:21:54 GMT -5
Fin leaned against the door frame of Teagans house, shifting side to side as he waited for her to open the door. She wasn't Ana, he couldn't spill his guts to her, but Teagan could offer other comforts to Finley. Comforts that right now, Fin was needin more than anything else at the moment. God if Ana, or Maureen knew what he had originally set out to do tonight, they would have killed him.
When the door opened, Fin smiled door at Teagan. Stepping back he whipped his cap off, as a gentleman would. "RIght now? I'm standing on the door step of a gorgeous Irish woman..." Turning he spread his arms, and shouted at the night, "UNESS ANY OF YOU ANTONUCCHI, bastards have anything to say!!!" When no answer came, Fin turned and stepped up to Teagan, their bodies pressed against each other. "Hello, gorgeous..."
Fin crouched and swept his arms around her waist, his lips crashing into hers as he picked her up and walked inside kissing as they moved. Briefly he shut the door, but when he saw the guy on the couch, Fins eyes narrowed.
"Who the fuck is this? He growled stepping forward. "Hey what the fuck is this piece of shit doing here?" Setting Teagan down, Fin walked over, "Oi i asked you a fucking question."
Atill no answer came, and Fin lashed out, his right hand smashing into the guys left jaw, knocking him to the ground. "Get the fuck up!"
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 10, 2015 9:34:34 GMT -5
The smell of moonshine permeated the air like a toxic cloud, and Teagan scrunched her nose at its strong odor for a moment. No wonder the typically polite man was now acting like a dog; he was blitzed out of his right mind. "Finley, you're drunk," she sighed out, watching as he began to shout about Antonucchis to the Irish neighborhood in which she resided. Shaking her head, she went to reach a surprisingly sentimental hand out towards him but was interrupted by his body pressing against her own. Flashbacks to their last hot night fueled her for a moment, making her forget momentarily about the man inside her house.
Lifted from her feet with tender lips colliding, she returned his kiss and allowed her arms to wrap around his neck as she was carried inside her home. This was what she wanted, though she was too prideful to admit it. She was used to being the one lusted after, not lusting after others.
But their embrace was short lived upon entering the living room, where Fin took notice of the dazed looking man on her couch. Of course he was confused after being in Fin's position only moments before, but Teagan frowned at Finley's reaction to the man. She was set down on her feet, and instantly the shouting from outside continued inside her own home. What she didn't expect, though, was for Fin to knock the man to the floor. "Finley, stop it!" She shouted at his backside, narrowing her gaze at him slightly. Why was he so wound up by this man being in her home? He knew of her reputation...
But the man got to his feet and went to swing back at Fin, missing him due to his daze. Good God, Teagan was not in the mood for a brawl in her home.
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Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 10, 2015 12:23:57 GMT -5
As the man swung, Fin leaned back, and sprung forward. Looping his arm around that of the stranger, Fin slipped his leg behind this innocent man, and twisted. With a grunt they both went down, Fin on top of him.
It wasnt this man's fault, he had down nothing but hope to get laid. However Fin was out looking for a fight, and this man had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. As Fin rained down punch after punch, the man finally stopped struggling and laid there cowering. Climbing to his feet, Finley grabbed the man's hair, and drug him to the door, before tossing him out into the street.
Watchung just long enough to make sure he wasn't dead, Fin turned and shut the door. Turning back to Teagan, Fin grabbed her waist and pinned her between him and the wall, kissing her once again, his tongue raiding her mouth. Pulling away he smiled, and ran a hand through his hair, "Evening."
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 11, 2015 0:36:17 GMT -5
Watching as Finley continued to beat the ever living daylights out of her visitor, Teagan flared up and stepped towards him. "Finley, take that shit outside! You are not going to ruin my house!" But there was no stopping him. The two men were on the ground throwing punches back and forth, but ultimately Finley won (not that she was surprised). He then took her affair for the evening to the front door and tossed him outside all bloodied and swollen, and Teagan growled irritably under her breath.
She was about to move up behind Finley to shove him out the front door behind the man, but she was quickly backed against a nearby wall as her mouth was infiltrated by his tongue. It sent a spark coursing through her, but the fact that there was blood on her new rug was bugging her too much to focus on the sex she had missed from him. So she pressed her hands to his chest and put a small bit of distance between them. "You can't expect me to be okay with all of that," she said with a roll of her eyes. "What's your problem? And that blood isn't going to clean itself out if my rug..."
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Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 11, 2015 16:44:43 GMT -5
Feeling Teagan push him away, Fin raised an eyebrow, confused for a second. Pointing back to the couch, he shrugged. "What's it matter, it's not like that was getting you anywhere." He stated, swaying on his feet, as he waited for an answer. Walking to the spots of blood on the floor, he stared at it and shrugged. "I'm sure you know a spell that can.... handle that."
Turning, he swayed, staggered and collapsed onto the couch. Smirking he patted his lap, looking over at Teagan. "Come 'Ave a seat Teag... We can talk about the first thing to come up."
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 12, 2015 13:22:57 GMT -5
The tone he was taking with her... Definitely intoxicated, and judging by the way he was swaying with only the slightest of movements, she figured it was probably a pretty deep intoxication. Still, disregarding the damage he had just done to her rug and moving to plop down on the couch anyway, her eye twitched with irritation. How did he possess the ability to push her buttons in nearly every sense of the word? He was the only man she had a truly soft spot for, he knew exactly how to make her purr like a kitten in a physical regard, and he was also the only one capable of cracking her composure and pissing her off.
She closed the distance between them, and her hand shot forward to grip his jaw and yank it up to look at her as she loomed over him. It irked her that he was completely right about the other man not being able to truly satisfy her needs, but she wasn't about to let him know that. "I was having a pleasant evening before you just showed up and threw my entertainment out onto my front lawn," she growled. "So, keep that smart ass tone to yourself, Finley, or we're going to have some problems."
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Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 12, 2015 16:41:25 GMT -5
Finley's head rolled to the side, his eyes greedily drinking in the site of Teagan as she walkyd to him. Oh so many thoughts were racing through his intoxicated mind. So many, many, ungentlemanly images flooded his mind, causing Fin to lick his lips as she stopped in front of him. Feeling her hand on his face, and his vision get dragged up to look at her face, Finley couldn't help but smirk at her.
"I do enjoy this view..." he stated his eyes dancing, as his hands caressed her legs, her hand still holding his jaw. "If it's the rug, I'll get you a new one, that's nicer..." he was beginning to sober, but the taubting, playful tone still remained, as he watched her eyes.
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 12, 2015 17:02:30 GMT -5
There was a threatening seriousness to Teagan's eyes as she bore holes through Finley's skull. What was she more angry with? The fact that he had just run a worthless lay from her home and ruined her rug by spilling the man's blood from his nose? Or was it simply because the man seated before her was exactly what she wanted, even though she would never admit it? As his hands slid up and down her legs, her mind flashed back to when they ran over the entirety of her body - his lips crashing into hers and nipping at the skin along her neck..
No. She couldn't get attached.
She reared her hand back slightly and applied a firm slap to his face before yanking his chin back to her, fingers digging into his cheeks. "I don't need your new rug," she replied back to him sharply, pridefully. "I simply need you to quit running you mouth."
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Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 12, 2015 17:13:19 GMT -5
There was an unusually smug playfulness in his eyes, as he met Teagans glare. He never looked away, instead a mischievous smirk crawled onto his face, as his hands continued the exploration of her soft, toned legs. He was expecting to get laid, pretty much guaranteeing the fact she would give herself to him. What he did not expect was the sudden slap.
Electric fire raced through Finley's face, and body, as the sting lingered, and her fingers dug into his jaw. Teagans words only made the smirk return. His hands froze on the backs of her thighs and his fingers dug in. Twisting on the couch, Fin dragged Teagan down onto the cushion next to him.
His hands left her legs, and quicky pinned her Teagans hands above her head. Straddling the woman, Fin leaned over her, his face inches from hers. "Maybe you'd like my mouth running elsewhere?" His voice was soft, as it usually was, but the smirk, and light in his eyes belied it's nature, as his mouth found her neck and shoulder, biting and kissing lightly.
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 12, 2015 18:43:28 GMT -5
A rather sly smirk was spread out across Finley's features even after she slapped him, causing her irritation to only flare up even further. He could be such a smug man despite his gentlemanly ways, but perhaps he didn't realize just who he was dealing with at the moment. Teagan hadn't established her name fully over the last six months spent walking on egg shells until she could stand her own ground, but now that she had the trust of the family and had proven her loyalty, all hell was beginning to break loose. She would take what she wanted whenever she wanted it, and taking Fin's smug attitude was not on her bucket list for the evening.
Before she was able to comment on his expression, she felt his nails dig into the backs of her thighs - a small scowl appearing on her face as she was tugged down onto the sofa. With Finley climbing on top of her, she tried to wiggle her hands free from his grasp once her arms were stretched upwards and pinned above her head. "You just don't know when to give up, do you?" But secretly, this was exactly what she wanted - exactly what she needed. Him on top of her, controlling her, and as his mouth began to attack her neck, she couldn't keep a small moan from escaping her closed lips.
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Finley O'Brien
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When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 12, 2015 19:30:38 GMT -5
Pulling his face from her neck as she groaned, Fin shook his head, and gave a playful wink. "No, I don't know when to give up... it's my best quality." His lips moved back to her neck. As he kissed her neck, his teeth teasing the skin.
His hand left hers, and slipped between her legs. While his hand traveled south, the other moved to her lace bra. Fingers slipped under the lace fabric, and yanked, tearing the fabric to expose her breasts. Fins mouth left her neck and closed over her nipple, biting and tugging it lightly, as his fingers caressed and teased her lips through the lace of her panties.
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Post by Teagan O'Malley on Jul 12, 2015 20:00:40 GMT -5
A sudden tear at her chest, and Teagan found her breast exposed, nipples hardening immediately from the sudden rush of cool air that struck them. Yet another thing he was going to owe her, seeing as this was her favorite lingerie set, but her mind was too involved with the man looming overtop of her for her to focus on much else. Especially as his teeth encased around one of her nipple and began tugging at it, causing her head to roll back as she hissed and ran a hand through his hair - tugging at it roughly.
His hand was like a white hot flame between her legs as it began to tease at her lips, and for a moment her eyes clamped shut as a moan rolled off the tip of her tongue. The things this man was capable of doing to her...
But she wasn't willing to just lie down and take it without fighting to get control back over the situation. Her wand was lying atop her dress that had been removed earlier in the evening and rested beside the sofa. So, one hand trailing along the floor to feel with it, she gripped it within her hand and smirked up at him. "You know, Finley, that mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble one day." And with that, she flicked the wand towards him and shot a rope out of its end that quickly seized his wrists behind his back and pulled him back up into a sitting position. "The incarcerous spell is a real bitch for someone who craves power, after all," she added with a wink, pushing herself back up to her feet and standing over him again.
"Now, what should I do with you?" She asked threateningly.
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Finley O'Brien
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When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 12, 2015 21:02:09 GMT -5
Finley grinned stupidly as Teagan moaned for him. Oh yes she tried to act tough, but he knew her buttons. Tearing her bra the rest of the way, Finley went to work on her other nipple, his lips, and tongue eagerly assaulting it. In his moment of lust, he wasn't paying attention to her hands, or what she was doing. His own fingers slid away from her lacy panties, and began to slide under him. "Oh it always gets me in tr-"
His words were cut off as his hands were jerk ed back behind his back, but not before he hooked her panties in his hand, and tore them free. As Teagan stood over him, her lingerie in tatters. Smirking at her words, he struggled against the ropes that now held him.
"Well... I can think of two things... either put me on my back, wrap those lovely legs around my head, and let me show you how much trouble my mouth can cause. Or..." Fin stood and looked at Teagan, his eyes burning with wild desire. "You can get on your knees, and put that mouth of yours to work..."
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