| You Are an Intense Kisser |
 When you kiss, it’s deep and powerfulYou don’t take kissing lightly Your kisses always have meaning And they always make your head spin |
| Your Scent is Mango |
 Sultry, sweet, and mellow You enjoy every moment of life! |
| You Are a Lace Bra! |
 Dreamy, romantic, and ultra-feminine You’re a womanly woman who makes guys feel like men Your perfect guy is strong, determined, and handsome With a softer side that only you can draw out |
| Your Passion is Purple! |
 You’ve got a ton of passion, but you don’t always wear it on your sleeve. If something truly excites you, you let your inner intensity shine through. But otherwise, your passion tends to morph into energy … which you never lack. You’re a balanced woman, knowing when to turn on the fire in your heart. |
*leaves to amuse herself by watching the “translating”*
All of these except for maybe the “Kissing Style” are all for women. *crosses arms and slowly grins*
I’m not telling you what type I got for the kiss. *chuckles* But it’s similar to that boy you are fawning at.
*frowns*
He seems to be having difficulty worming his way into that girl’s affection. *shrugs*
-That- boy? *raises eyebrows* He was so bold and passionate in that chapter… it is too bad that it’s lost on the girl.
His wanting to protect someone he cares for… *smiles* That reminds me of someone… a man, oh, twice that boy’s age whom -I- care about. He’s not so quiet. *grins* I like a man who will talk back to me, after all… some of our best times have been spent talking.
The boy is -cute- but didn’t I tell you a long time ago… cute is nice but I like sexy?
Sexy is an ambered-eyed cop with bangs… long and lean and absolutly irresistable. Let the -girl- have the -boy-… but I’ll still see something of us in them. Especially when I go to one fansite with art for them…
Those quizzes are for women… *laughs* *comes closer,looks up at him* Show me… what you got for “kiss”?
some of our best times have been spent talking.
“Indeed…” Sly grin.
cute is nice but I like sexy?
*nods* “Glad to know… That you still like the cop. He’s quiet taken in by a rather short woman. Who probably will be the death of him someday.”
Let the -girl- have the -boy-…
“You need to teach the girl to be kinder to the boy. You were kind to me ne?”
*pulls her close as she came near*
Show me… what you got for “kiss”?
“I’m afraid you won’t like what I got.” *tilts head* “But I can show you…”
*bends down and kisses her “passionately”, both his hands on her hair. his tongue sweeping the rooftops of her mouth in an open kiss. finishes and stands up straight liking his lips*
“See the problem is… I don’t kiss anyone else like that, even if the quiz did say I’d kiss a damned stranger at the drop of a hat.”
*shrugs and starts to smoke*
You are the most likely type to kiss a sexy stranger
Your kissing style is unpredictable and free spirited
You could kiss anyone at a drop of a hat
It’s all about where your passion leads you
I think she -can- be kind… there are fanbooks, you know? See… they’re not all bad. *winks*
*looks at him as he finishes the kiss* Mmm… passionate indeed. Perhaps it should be… “You could kiss -Hide- at the drop of a hat”? *grins*
*puts on hand on the back of his head* Think it was right for me? *Pulls him down, starts the kiss slowly, letting it build before she lets her tongue slip inside his mouth, to play against his in a long kiss* *one hand buried in his hair, the other holding onto him around his waist* *savoring his taste, the warmth from his body, the smell of him* *breaks away, slowly, with her arms still around him*
*mumurs* Was that -intense-?
*ignores the cigarette falls to the wooden floor. it makes a dark mark*
*indulges in her intense kiss. closes his eyes until she broke away*
Was that -intense-?
“It was what I needed. That enough?” *squeezes her hand*
*casually steps over the burning cig on the floor*
*steps over to a high stool and pours himself a drink*
“Scotch… No sake I’m told.”
*looks at her* “What ladies drink would you like?”
*grins knowing in one of those fanbooks he was a bartender once*
Yes… *squeezes back on his hand… she needed that too.* Passionate or intense or playful or however… I always love kissing you.
I’d like… *thoughtful* A peach margarita. I don’t think it’s done with pears. *laughs* *hops up onto another stool* Frozen, no salt. *looks around, smiles wistfully* Is there dancing here? I remember once seeing a picture of you as a bartender… but turned it into you holding me to dance.
*waits for her drink, pulls out the pins to let her hair fall down*