#ninety-ninetyfive

ninety-ninetyfive

Alice wasn’t really sure what she was doing here, out in public; she didn’t like it, especially since these were the times that the Mad Hatter or Cheshire cat chose to mess with her and have her cause a scene, yet here she was sitting on a park bench in the center of the most busiest area of the park. There was something nostalgic about this though. Perhaps it was the feeling of being in a park, a place she hadn’t bothered going to since before the fire that caused her family’s demise. 

ninety-ninetyfive

Luhan was new to this school that he’d been requested to teach at. He wasn’t familiar with the layout or even the area, but he was determined to be a master by the end of the week. A few months prior, he’d been asked the principal if he could teach their music program, and he accepted the job. He had nothing to do and he wasn’t perfuming anywhere soon, so might as well teach young minds how to play music. 

The music room was fairly small, and it could hold maybe thirty students and their instruments. He had to admit to himself that it was fairly disappointing, but he’d push through it. When his first class came through they all seemed to like him, and so on until it was break time. 

Sprawled out on the leather sofa, her left arm over her eyes to shield out the rooms light, she listened to her new friend ramble on about the turmoils in his heart. It wasn't that she didn't care, she did, but she was feeling sleepy and he'd been talking about the same thing for the past hour. Normally, she might have cut him off, but this couch was too comfortable as was the afghan blanket that lie draped across her body. Occasionally he'd probe her for an answer, a "What do you think?" or "Right?" and she'd offer a noncommittal hum or sound of discontent, whichever the moment called for.

She had begun to slip into a state of semi-sleep when she felt his hand on her stomach. Snapping upwards, her hands batted at him. "What are you doing!" His look was deadpan, as if to say, You'd know if you'd actually been listening. A moment of silence as bits and pieces of the conversation came back to her: him still talking about wanting kids, but not having the time, her murmuring something like, "Stop complaining about it and just stick it in someone." His baffled cries stating he couldn't just do that, after all--what woman would be okay with it? And then her muttering something along the lines of, "Hell, I would be okay with it, I'm sure you can find someone." 

D:Have you ever changed for someone, if yes, how?: I don't think I have, at least not that much. Though if I do change, it'll be for my fans.

J:Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings?: Flings can be good at times but I'm the type that prefers serious relationships.

O:Do you believe in the phrase, "Age is just a number?" Why or why not?: In a way. As long as everyone personally involved are legal and consenting adults. 

Q:Turn on's?: Oh gosh, this is hard.. There's a lot of things that turn me on. I guess some major turn ons are someone with good hands that puts them to very good use, usually treating me well but not afraid to get rough during certain activities and.. Maybe sucking/biting/kissing - particularly hips, shoulders and neck.