I Must Be Dreaming //Asher//

[shane damon pierce]

Shoes scattered the front hallway that Shane Pierce walked through, phone at his ear. "No no no... Marianne! You can't! No! I won't let it happen!" He was saying frantically. "Come on! I'm your brother! You can't do this to me! Wait... what?!? Dad can't be going for this! Allowance? No! Yeah, I can make my degree profitable! Who do you think I am?" His voice was raised as he walked into the kitchen, opened the cabinet and scanned the bottles. There it was, the bottle of 1974 Dalmore, perfect for a downhill night. "Come on Mari, help me change his mind! I can't live like that..." He pouted into the phone. Then it clicked off. He glared at the phone for a second "She did NOT just hang up on me..." he muttered before cramming the phone back into the pocket of his jeans. He grabbed a glass off the shelf and filled it with ice before walking over to the living room, flopping down on the leather couch, and clicking the TV on. Ranger the greyhound followed him and lounged next to his master with his head in Shane's lap.

The whiskey bottle was soon popped open and poured into the glass. Then it disappeared down Shane's throat. "They can't cut off my money can they? I'm in my post-grad state and trying to find myself!" he said to the dog. Ranger was really the one to listen to the laments all day long when Shane had something to complain about it. The dog looked up and his tongue flicked up towards Shane.
"And I'm not going to rent out rooms at this place or anything! I like my privacy! Maybe I'll rent out a stall in the stables or something, but then I'd have to give the stable hand a raise since Maddie's horses are here too..." he muttered, before taking another long gulp.

Soon enough, the glass was on the table, and the bottle was at Shane's lips. Ranger pawed at him. "Lonely night isn't it boy?" he looked at the dog's wagging tail. "I know, I need to find some fun." Watching the movie Friends With Benefits just wasn't cutting it anymore. And a bottle of whiskey is best fresh right?

Shane's phone didn't contain many local numbers anymore, his eyes landed on the first one that he was pretty sure would be in this town. Asher. Now the real question, text or call? He was a bit tipsy, maybe calling wouldn't be the smartest idea.
His fingers grazed over the touch screen

"Hey guess who's in town? Guess who also has a bottle of top shelf whiskey to share. Whatcha doing tonight?"

Nahh, texting wasn't enough, he'd have to talk to her. But it was too late, he had already hit send. Either way, he figured he'd call. And that's when he hit the "call" button.
"Hey Asher..." he wasn't slurry yet right?

[asher leilani lebeau]

She’d just stepped out of the shower when the phone beeped, letting her know she had a text. Curiously she walked over to the phone when it rang and she arched an eyebrow as the name popped up on the caller ID. So he was here. He almost never called unless it was a party or he wanted to get laid. Asher tossed her hair over her shoulder and answered, her voice soft and sultry as she spoke into the mouthpiece, giggling some at the slurred voice.

“Hey sexy, what’s up?” she asked, deciding a little bit of innocence could be fun. She continued going about getting dried off, moving around her room and putting on her clothing, something sexy of course. Asher simply hummed a bit as she did, the kind of girly thing that people did when they wanted to know how girls got ready. “I just got out of the shower, Shane,” she said with a giggle.

Her clothing was quickly picked out, a short skirt and a cropped bustier went on, and black heels, matching the skirt. Asher was forever in heels, hating her height, and the heels made her ass look great. It wasn’t but a few more moments that she was dressed, her hair spilling down over her back as she was poking through her body jewelry, trying to figure out which one she wanted for her belly button and which one for her tongue.

[shane damon pierce]

Shane smiled to himself when that natural crooked smirk crept across his lips. "Perfect" his voice rolled like velvet. "You look amazing, the door's unlocked by the way. Make yourself at home. Oh and leave the tongue ring out if, it gets a bit ticklish sometimes." If Asher was there to see him wink, she would've. "I'm having such a bad day..." he pouted, "Come sulk with me with some, the '74 Delmore and I are lonely tonight."
Asher was a hottie, he knew it. He'd probably never date her much less marry her, but she was a good time. All this wild child wanted was a good time anyways.

Dogs just weren't as warm and cuddling. Not to mention his dog didn't have too much fur anyways. The sleek greyhound tended to just take up space. The horses in the stable were worse company, that's why most of them were his twin sister's. And even then, Shane had help working with the horses and exercising them, unless of course he was impressing a girl. Then again, what girl wouldn't be impressed even before the horses?

[asher leilani lebeau]

Laughter trailed across her lips and over the phone, a knack she seemed to have in making the person on the other end feel as if it was all just for them. An ex, a nice guy for once, had told her that it felt like fur traveling along his skin and foreplay rolled into one, as if her laughter could make up for her not being there. However it wasn't as if Shane would ever give a thought to her or about her besides how good she was in bed and how much fun she was at a party. She was arm candy and a good time, someone who wouldn't expect a phone call and was gone before you woke up.

"And how would you know what I look like, Shane?" She asked, the question laced with a few threads of seduction in her voice. "I'll be over to take your mind off it, hmm?" She said, giggling as she found a little gem with a dangle, something that slithered across her bare skin. It was a peacock feather, something she wouldn't mind if it got destroyed.

Laughing some, she made sure to grab her essentials in a clutch, heading out and grabbing her keys, making sure to get over there in record time. She followed the hint, walking in the door without knocking, smiling some with an amused look on her features.

[shane damon pierce]

"So sexy." Shane smiled to himself when he put his phone down and poured himself another glass of Delmore. Shane would never consider himself an alcoholic, but some of his best paintings came to his mind while he was drunk. Liquid inspiration he called it. Then again, women tended to inspire him too, not that he was ever serious enough about anything except artwork and good drinks.

Ranger's ears perked when he heard the door open. The dog lazily lifted his head and looked in that direction before putting it back on the armrest of the couch. Shane took that cue to know that Asher was over.
"Took you long enough, any idea how much time you would've saved if you didn't bother to get dressed?" Shane called teasingly. "I'm in the living room!"
That Asher was hot stuff, he remembered from all the summers he spent at the estate, and how he didn't regret a thing. He'd been tempted to shout to the world that he was back, but he knew keeping a low profile might be smarter, at least for a little bit. The seclusion wasn't too bad, but it got a bit on the lonely side sometimes. Plus, he was used to a bar or pub on every corner.

[asher leilani lebeau]

Asher laughed, a purring sound more suited for someone who worked as a sex phone operator. She liked hanging with Shane, he had some awesome parties. Not to mention he wasn't bad looking. It wasn't too much longer before her stilettos made a clicking sound on the hard floor, heralding her arrival. She had a sway to her hips that came from both the heels and a natural walk.

She smiled at him as she trailer her fingers around the back of the couch, standing in front of him and propping a hand on her hip as she pretended to examined her nails. "Some warm welcome you are," she teased with a flirtatious wink.

Her skirt was low on her hips, enough to cover what needed to be for decency's sake, but if she bent over, it was nothing more than a belt. Her shirt enhanced her chest and did nothing to hide the tattoos and piercings she had. She'd switched the normal bar for a retainer, a clear one that kept the hole but not the normal bar in her tongue. She giggled as she watched him, amethyst eyes raising to stare through long lashes. "You need someone to keep you warm?"

[shane damon pierce]

That sexy mischievous crooked smile didn't leave Shane's face. His fingertip grazed down the bottle in his hand. "Of course not, keeping me warm is what the Delmore is for." He said a teasing smirk. HIs eyes flowed the lines of the skirt very closely, maybe if she leaned down just a tiny itty bitty bit...

"But it's your lucky day, I'll share the Delmore, you'd like it, it's from '74." He teased, his eyes not leaving her curves for a second. It took a bit of willpower to not just reach out and pulled her down with him. Pretty eyes, neck, cleavage (obviously) back, legs, and he was totally into it. "Oh and nice shoes, makes your ass look extra sexy today." He watched her with a "Come and get it" look playing in his sparkling eyes.

[asher leilani lebeau]

The smirk on her face matched his. Though, her intent was separate from his, he would have to do a little bit of work. After all, he had called and summoned her out at this hour when she'd freshly showered and had been set to cozy up in bed with a Slasher flick. She giggled some and ended up sliding onto the couch in a boneless movement that left her curled up with a crooked smirk.

It was a breath before she slid over, snaking her fingers over him before leaning up and stealing a kiss, her tongue tracing over his lips and tasting the whiskey there, a smile on her lips as she pulled back, a mischievous little twinkle in her eyes.

"It is sweet," she said, pulling back and easing the bottle out of his hands, stealing a sip from it. She winked at him as she curled back on the couch, her posture hiding everything at the same time showcasing everything she wanted highlighted.

[shane damon pierce]

That kiss was a bit more surprising than expected, it was enough for his grip on the whiskey bottle to loosen enough that it escaped his grasp, not something that happened all too often. Her lips tasted sweet, but he couldn't quite place what flavor it was.

"It is sweet, just like your lips and those pretty words." Shane smirked, eyes moving from the bottle to the fact it was right by her cleavage.
Now which did he want first, more of his beloved Delmore or the the barely clothe woman in front of him? He'd get both of them, he know that for a fact. His hands reached first for the Delmore but didn't quite get there, it found itself snaking up Asher's almost completely bare leg.
His laziness had been getting the best of him all day and night, but he figured effort and energy were actually worth it considering the task. His back arched gracefully as he leaned over to get closer to her, his hand only crawling further up. "Don't spill it now, stuff that good gets pricey." he teased.

[asher leilani lebeau]

Her skin jumped under his fingers, the smooth stretch of skin was as smooth as silk, never once was there a nick or mark on it. Asher took care of her body and made sure that she looked very good before she went anywhere. Especially around him, and she had a reputation for being a good time. She and Shane had an…interesting relationship. She’d played arm candy for him at events and always seemed to be around. She knew him from the summers he’d spent in the area and they flirted back and forth before taking the net step and becoming fuck buddies. Before that, they’d simply been the pretty face to invite to a party, get people going.

Asher purred under her breath as she set the bottle on the table, just out of reach and so that it wouldn’t get knocked over. She smiled at him, sticking her tongue out at him as she rolled her eyes, leaning up towards him, sliding her legs away from his hands as she knelt up, her kneeling height on almost the same one as his sitting height. She smiled at him, almost a pout on her lips as she looked at him. “What? You complaining now? Besides, if it’s on me, you can always drink it up anyways,” she teased as she watched him, dancing just slightly out of reach at the moment, if he stretched, his fingertips would just brush over her skin. It was a dance between the two of them, and while she’d made the first move, now it was up to him as far and as fast as he wanted to go.

Ash never overstayed her welcome, coming over at night and disappearing before dawn unless requested otherwise, always sneaking out before dawn and when Shane was finally asleep. Asher answered her phone when she was around, showing up when she was asked unless she was out of town, which was rare.

[shane damon pierce]

She moved, getting the best of his laziness. Shane smirked, "Oh it's body shot time you say? We can always play that game." his eyes following the bottle to her body, so much bare skin. The thing about calling Asher over was that Shane always knew she was a pretty face and even better time.

Laziness had to go away for a least a little bit, Shane was always the slacker but Asher made that change quite often. He sat up from his slouching over the couch and moved forwards to wrap his arms around the exposed skin. The peacock feather was a nice touch in his opinion, but he was sure it wouldn't survive the night looking that pretty. Not if it was those two. His fingers traced circles on the bare skin of Asher's thigh.

Everything was always a game as far as Shane saw life. This was just a game of just how much teasing he could do, just so he could test the limits of who could resist longer. It was a habit of his to play it, even though Asher was a bit too good at it sometimes.

[asher leilani lebeau]

Asher purred as his fingers moved, tracing patterns. She smiled at him, her fingers still cool from the bottle and reaching over to trace up his chest, a contrast on his skin. She smiled then, a daring look on her face, as she leaned forward, nipping his bottom lip teasingly. "It's whatever time you want it to be, babe," she purred against the shell of his ear.

Her lips traced down his throat, teasing nibbles and breathy laughs against his skin as her fingers traced lightly over him, wandering lower and lower as she moved closer. She smiled again, against his skin as she slid one hand down, purposefully skipping straight to his thigh, pretending to play innocent.

[shane damon pierce]

Innocence, there was nothing innocent about Shane, nor would he ever try to claim to be innocent. Asher wasn't much different as far as he knew, and she was just like a kitty cat with all the purring; all the more fun.

Those cool finger tips were definitely different from his warm body. Shane had always liked everything cold to the point his sisters used to call him a polar bear. The A/C was always turned up high when he was home, just because he liked it chilly. Plus, that's just another reason for him to play space heater to a cute girl right?

"I prefer to not bother with clocks, they try to tell me what to do too much." Shane smirked, before leaning over to trail kisses from her lips down her neck, and around her collarbones. His hands lightly grasped around her tiny waist and slowly moved upwards under her shirt, just light enough to tickle. His fingers traced right under the band of her bra, sometimes dipping a little higher.