Sugar, spice, & everything nice

“That’s where you’re wrong,” he assured her with a cock of a grin, “because getting into that head of yours,” actually putting a finger against her hair pointing it out, “getting to see what makes you tick sounds like a fun night.”  He always did love trying to figure out what made everyone tick on the island - it was a fun game he liked to play when people opened up enough (which wasn’t as often as he liked unfortunately).

“Especially when it’s in the form of a handsome asset such as myself,” he teased finishing off her sentence that needed no finishing as he plopped down beside her on the couch and sprawled out a little, “just means you haven’t been worked here enough on the island if you’re still having trouble falling asleep on the nightly.  You should be EXHAUSTED by the end of your day, someone looking as good as you, what are you going around turning down masters or something?”  It was a playful tease and nothing more!

She smirked as she titled her head to the side. “So you want inside of my head then? Interesting idea you have there. What makes you oh so curious about me.” she asked as she crossed her.

“You are handsome.” she pointed out. “I’m not turning down any masters or mistresses. I guess none have been very interested in me.” she spoke honestly.

He let her touch him, smirking as her fingers delicately trailed down his chest and over a well muscled stomach before landing on his belt. Only then did she speak and it was certainly not with the words of a precious Georgia peach. His gaze flicked back up to meet her gaze and he cocked his head to the side, eyes narrowing daringly.

“I thought this place was less about imagination and more about actually getting fucked?” He asked with a small smirk. “It’ll take more than just words to make me hard, doll. I’m not some blue blood daddy’s boy with barely a notch on his belt.”

He grinned as she agreed with him, eyes not shy in how they worked their way down her body and back up now that she was closer to him.

Her idea of fun sounded exactly like the kind of fun he could participate in. His hands skirted up the insides of her thighs, thumbs reaching her hips, stroking along what would be her panty line over her clothes.

“Being told what to do?” He asked her. “Like if I told you now to get on your knees and blow me, that’d be your idea of fun?” He was teasing. “What about if I pulled your panties aside, pushed mych cock inside you and told you to ride? Would that be your idea of fun?”

His smile turned teasing, and he couldn’t wait to draw more out of her. As she sat next to him, he took hold one one thigh and drew her to sit straddling his lap instead of next him.

“Save space for the other late night cookie eaters, why don’t you?” He teased as his reasoning. In reality, he just wanted the girl closer to him. She was gorgeous and she looked even prettier when she got all bashful.

“Tell me.” He coaxed her gently with a smile. “I’m not gonna tell anyone - your innocent little southern belle reputation will remain intact.”

She held her breath as she felt his hands slide her body closer to hers, straddling his lap now. She looked deeply into his eyes, feeling goosebumps form on all surfaces of her fair skin.

“Oh true, I do feel the same way about the island. It does feel like a forever and ever vacation.” Nodding her head as the blonde totally agreed with the words she hear. “This island is very massive. I get lost all the time. But you’re here at night? Isn’t that a bit more scary?” She questions feeling a bit more tense due to how quiet it was. If it wasn’t for the girl’s voice. She would indeed be alone. “Gives me the creeps when I think about it.”

“Hmm.” she thought. “I mean at times it is a tad bit scary but I am used to it. The dark doesn’t exactly give me any creepy vibes. I prefer to be alone most of the time. Some nights I find myself just walking around in the night to help clear my head so I can fall back asleep.” she admitted.

“What sort of thoughts you got brewing in that head of yours?”  He knew his own thoughts that kept him up all night, but certainly hers couldn’t be as bad.  She seemed almost innocent, perhaps TOO innocent, but he knew that most all assets here had something they were hiding.  He would just have to figure it out - no matter what it was. 

“You asked the same amount as me, it’s all good, i’m an open book,” he was lying through his teeth though because he most certainly was not an open book at all.  There was a LOT that he kept hidden from everyone, for good reason too, “can’t sleep I guess, haven’t pissed anyone off today so can’t imagine i’m being chased at all?”  For all he knew there could be that one person who was pissed at him though for not complying, “want company?”

She looked at the male as she put her book down at the table. “I’ve got too many thoughts inside this head of mine. I am sure you don’t want to read the thoughts inside of my head.” she admitted as her eyes narrowed at him slightly. 

“I have trouble sleeping most nights.” she added as she crossed her legs as she sat on the couch. “You can join me, I always adore company.” she smiled sweetly. 

Not trying to brag about it but Quin was mostly the type to test out people, wanting to see if they were a possible a or b or even a c. The variations were wild and often times hard to even judge thus she labelled them as those letters to get a more clearer picture of whom she talk too. “I’m the same, I like to think it’s my first day but I know it’s been several now. Maybe two, three? Perhaps even a week. But at last it does still feel very fresh too me. How are you finding the place?”

“I find myself thinking the days are kind of blurring into one.” she joked with a smile. “On such a beautiful island each day is kind of like a vacation.” she shrugged her shoulders. “I am finding the island pleasant so far. I am still getting the hang of direction around here. If I don’t get lost at least a few times a day I find it a success.”

“Sure - who doesn’t like to know their words effect a pretty girl?” He asked, feet back on the ground, knees spread, slouched back against the sofa.

“I’m glad your smiling. Being here should be as fun for you as it is for us.” He hummed, smiling, soft and gentle and a touch of grateful. Their conversation had helped him focus.

She blushed even more now, playing with the ends of her hair as she looked into the males eyes closely. “Your words are sweeter than a Georgia peach.” she grinned wide as she laughed a bit.

“Still. It’s unpleasant.” And he never liked for a person to feel he was unempathetic to his cause. It simply wasn’t humane to not feel things for people, even cookie theives he’d only just met.

His eyes glittered when she blushed, clearly amused. A light chuckle followed after her comment, and he shrugged.

“Maybe I like you blushing too?” He suggested teasingly. “What would you do if I told you that?”

“Well thank you.” she nodded, feeling happy that someone was empathetic towards her current situation and events that has happened to her in the past. 

Saskia smiled, “Thank you.” She took another swig from her glass. “Well that’s good to hear. True. So, Willow, how long have you been here?” Saskia asked, adjusting herself to get comfortable on the bar stool.

“Well, I am a newbie. Only been here around a month or so. Already feels like a lifetime to me though.” she chuckled. “Still adjusting to some things here and there but for the most part I am enjoying my time here so far.”

“Oh you should. It really is an interesting topic. It’s what I’ve been studying for the last five or so years.” Quin admits. She always wanted to know how the mind comes up with so many fascinating topics and why one would think of things others can’t. “The library is very good at that, I’ve checked out a few books already. I can spend hours upon hours inside.” She chuckles flushing a bit, embarrassment taking hold of her thoughts.  “So how much of that library have you read already?”

“Oh wow.” her eyes got wide for a moment. “That is quite a bit of time devoted to one subject. I bet you can like totally read my mind.” she joked with a small chuckle. “Well.” she started to explain. “I haven’t been on the island very long so I have only made a small dent in this massive library.” she added. “Check in a few weeks and my inventory should be up.”

“I’m sorry about that.” Ozzi had heard the way some of the masters and mistresses talked about the assets. They weren’t kind - thought of them like dogs to be taught and commanded, or like objects to be played with and thrown aside.

“Nothing to excuse.” He smiled, liking the softness to her despite whatever it was she had been through. Persevering kindness was always admirable. “You eat as much as you want. You’re cute when you’re happy.” He teased her a little.

“Thank you, but you have nothing to be sorry about sir.” she pointed out. “All of my past experiences have cultivated me into a stronger individual I think.” she nodded. “Can’t change the past, but I can learn from the past.” she smiled a bit.

“Your words come from a place of pain too, then?” He asked her, thinking there had to be a reason more than just liking his literature. If she related to him, he wouldn’t blame her for her passion for the man’s works.

“Nah - I can get one whenever I want.” He hummed, politely refusing. “You guys don’t get treats all that often. You should keep it.” He wasn’t all that hungry anyway - he never was when he came down from an episode.

“Yes.” she admitted with a soft sigh as she looked at the older male. “I’ve had quite a few painful experiances since coming to the island.” she admitted with a sad look in her eyes. “So that is why I adore Poe so much.” she explained.

“Sure.” He nodded, accepting that much. He knew Poe’s work was famous. Hell, even if someone had never read the man’s works, they at least knew his name.

“I just wish it hadn’t had to come from a place of pain.” He shrugged a little hopelessly. It was too often that people were marvelled at whilst in pain.

“Nice name.” He told her. “I’m Ozzi.”

She swallowed hard as she looked at the male. “You make a very good point sir.” she spoke. “Poe was very troubled, and his words came from such a source of darkness and pain. He’s my favorite poet for many reasons.” she admitted. 

“Nice to meet you.” she added. “Would you like to have my last cookie?” she asked as she held the plate up. “They are quite delicious I must admit.” she smiled.

“I totally feel that, it’s understandable.” The blonde says understanding what she was saying. Chuckling slightly as the book  got mention. She takes it out, it was a book about psychology, a topic of which Quin wanted to dive deeper into. “It’s called  Thinking, Fast and Slow. A book from  Kahneman, I’ve always been fascinated by the people think of things and psychology is just so interesting.” She nods flipping through one of the pages. 

“The human mind. It really is an interesting topic. Every person is so different. The way each person has their own thoughts, desires, and passions. Maybe I should check out some books from that author.” she spoke setting her book down. “I am always looking for a new subject to read about. That’s the great thing about books. Almost no limit to what subjects you can discover and learn about.”