Tragic Magic ((Jessi))

[Michael Faucheux]

The beach was empty, something that wasn't much of a surprise to Mickey. It was going on mid-December and many of the campers had returned to school. Besides, even if all the campers were there it wasn't like they'd want to spend time on the beach. It was a bit cold, something that didn't much bother the boy. He flourished in it, even, having spent many winters as a child skinny-dipping in the lake for the hell of it. He wasn't skinny-dipping now, though. Instead he sat at the shore, just out of reach of the waves, a cigarette in hand. He should've kicked the habit, but hell if he cared.

The cold wind blew off the ocean and the smell of salt was almost sickening. He'd never had never quite gotten used to the ocean, despite having lived at it's edge for around two years. Anyone who saw him would probably write him off as crazy considering how poorly dressed he was for the weather. He was shirtless, something not at all uncommon for him, wearing only black skinny jeans and his somewhat trademark combat boots. He didn't really seem to fit into the whole frilly pink aura of the Aphrodite cabin, perhaps better fit with those in Hades or Ares.

His pale skin glistened in the December sun, the tattoos that littered his arms and torso seeming even more prominent. He loved every one of them, as they all had a story. Mickey loved showing them off as well, hence why he was rarely seen wearing a shirt. A bit of it was also his cockiness. He knew he had a good body, though not as muscular as some of the other boys. He was fit, tight even, and hell if he was going to keep it all to himself.
He let out a small sigh and raised the cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag. He didn't seem to fit in anywhere, not in the mortal world nor with his fellow demigods. He'd never let anyone know that though, not that there was anyone to tell. Some of the other demigods could tell when he was off, something that irritated him to no end. His private feelings were private for a reason, thank you very much.

The crunching of sand behind him caught his attention and he lazily looked over his shoulder, cigarette still dangling carelessly from his mouth. Jessica Burke. The beginnings of a smirk crept onto his face as his blue eyes looked her up and down. Not that he needed to check her out. He'd already seen every inch of her, even if it was a year ago. She had been vulnerable and drunk, something that Mickey wasn't ashamed in the least to take advantage of.
"Fancy seeing you here," he said, the usual tease in his voice. 

Tag: Jessi Burke

[Jessi Burke]

Jessi was hung over. Just because she was seeing some Ares guy who promised to treat her better than some of the guys she'd been with didn't mean she had to kick her drinking habit quite yet. She could quit at any time she told herself constantly. She was just not ready to now. Alcohol was a comfort and she didn't know how well this boy will stay true to his word. But she was still hungover from a heavy night of drinking. Her nausea and pounding headache went away, but she needed to get out of her cabin and get some fresh air to clear her head.

She just walked, not caring where her feet took her, which was how she ended up walking along the beach. She didn't pay attention to where she was going or who was on the beach until a singular statement made her stop in her tracks. Fancy seeing you here. She knew that voice. That voice kept her company one night while she was drunk and took her places she hadn't been in a long time. But she also knew that voice belonged with a jerk. A player. A user. And yet, she wanted more.

Jessi turned on her heels as she forced a smile at the Aphrodite boy. "Mickey," she said shortly. "Funny running into you here."

[Michael Faucheux]

Her disdain for him was obvious in the way she said his name. "Is it now?" He purred, turning to face her. He removed the cigarette from his mouth after one last drag, exhaling through his nose as he flicked the butt into the sand. The nymphs and all the other nature kids tended to dislike him for his carelessness and indifference towards the cleanliness of their earth. He was the main culprit for cigarettes and beer cans being left around the camp. It was a miracle he hadn't set the place on fire yet.

"Rough night?" he asked, not that he particularly gave a damn. It was evident that she was hungover, something not at all uncommon. It was pretty obvious to see that she had become an alcoholic. He enjoyed drinking himself and had even dabbled in drugs in his earlier years, but that had all been a part of the lifestyle he was living. He didn't actually need it. Jessi, though, had a bit of a problem. That made her easy prey.

He ran his hand through his wind-blown black hair. Perhaps it was another gift from his mother, his hair always seeming to fall perfectly no matter what. Even when it was messy it looked good. But then again, Mickey seemed to look good no matter what he did. "You're free to join me," he suggested, although his suggestions were almost always more on the lines of being commands. He always gave off a bit of Aphrodite magic to the point of it being slightly irritating, anyone near him having to concentrate slightly to ignore his presence. It was nearly impossible to ignore when he actually controlled it, though. Mickey had been unknowingly honing his skills of persuasion and attraction from the time he hit puberty, working even harder on them once he had come to Camp.

[Jessi Burke]

Jessi rose her eyebrows as Mickey finished off his cigarette with a final drag and tossed it onto the ground behind. The look of disgust was clear on her face. How she managed to find herself in his bed, she would never know, but that need was back. A need she wasn't sure that Vincent could ever fill. She straightened up and crossed her arms across her chest, trying to protect herself from whatever influence he would have over her. She rolled her eyes at his next comment before she dryly said, "Only you would know."

She kept standing there with her arms crossed as she looked at him. Damn his Aphrodite genes. His hair just seemed to be just right in that moment and she knew what he had underneath those clothes. She pressed her lips together and took deep breaths trying to control her emotions and her powers. She knew she should've kept walking and that this would only lead to trouble. She tilted her head to the side before she snapped, "So now I have to have your permission to be near you?" She rolled her eyes as she sighed loudly before she looked back at him. "Are you always this pigheaded?"

[Michael Faucheux]

"Oh, c'mon princess, no need to get snappy," he somehow managed to be both sarcastic and flirtatious at the same time. "Besides, we both know you'd love to be near me," He alluded to their previous romp. Mickey may have been a player but at least he was good at what he does. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that he was skilled in bed. He'd love to see her even try to deny that she craved more.

He gracefully rose from the ground in an effortless fashion, having the easy beauty in his movements like that of a bird. Mickey stood a good few inches taller than Jessi which became obvious as he approached her. He wasn't into the flowery perfumes as his siblings were, but enjoyed fragrances none the less and the smell of warm vanilla mixed with dark chocolate seemed to emanate from him.

"You can't really deny it," he murmured, now only a small length away from her. She could reach and and touch him if she wanted, his bare chest only inches away. He willed her to do so as his blue eyes met hers, sending out waves of lust. His favorite kind of manipulation, really.

[Jessi Burke]

"Oh, princess?" Jessi snapped back as she rolled her eyes. "Aren't you a charmer. Do you use that on all of your previous bed mates?" She readjusted her arms and straightened up as she tried to make herself more intimidating as he approached her. She looked at him as he approached her. He was taller than her, so she had to look up at him, but she made sure that her face was stern as she started to glare at him. As he got closer, she uncrossed her arms and put her hands on her hips.

She pressed her lips together as he was a mere inches away from her. She willed herself not to glance down at his lips, but she failed anyway as she remembered how they felt so good... You really can't deny it. She ripped her eyes off of his lips and glared at him before she lifted a hand to smack him right across the face before she reached up to grab the back of his neck. She leaned in towards him before she kissed him hard.

[Michael Faucheux]

He met her glare with a smirk, completely unfazed by the whole situation. Mickey was never one to get flustered or take time to second guess his actions. He didn't have time for another witty yet obnoxious comment, finding that Jessi was about to slap him, her hand raised in preparation. He had been hit many times before for various reasons, so quickly braced himself for the impact. It never came, though, at least not how he'd expected.

Her lips crashed into his, angry and rough. Mickey didn't skip a beat, quickly matching her pace and answering with just as much ferocity. It was a battle for dominance, and he intended to win. Her hand on his neck had pulled him closer but not quite close enough for his liking, placing his elegant hands on her hips and pulling her against him. 

He deepened the kiss slightly, quickly wanting more. He was insatiable in his ways, borderline animalistic when he got his hands on someone. Involving his tongue didn't at all slow him down though, his movements feverish and hungry. He wasn't going to be the one to pull away, enjoying himself far too much although he was still completely expecting a fist to the face.

[Jessi Burke]

Jessi had every intention to smack Mickey across the face, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Not when his lips were so close to hers. Not when the memories of how they felt that one night flooded her mind. But she forgotten how good his lips felt against hers and how he liked to dominate the kissing. She wanted to fight back. He was a jerk and a player and didn't deserve to control her in that way, but at the same time he was so good.

The kissing got better and better. Mickey moved her closer and she used her free hand to grip his bicep. She could tell he was insatiable, but so was she. She hadn't felt this... rare in a long time. Vincent was too sweet, but she needed the wild. Mickey was wild. Her thoughts were clouding up and she only pulled away from his lips to catch her breath.

As she took deep ragged breaths, her thoughts finally straightened out and she glared at him. She lifted her hand from his neck and slapped him across the face like she intended to do earlier.

[Michael Faucheux]

He wanted more. Of course he wanted more, that's just a part of who he was. Never truly satisfied until he got exactly what he wanted. Mickey wasn't at all pleased with her parting the kiss, letting her catch her breath before leaning in for more. He never got that far, though.

Mickey flinched slightly when she slapped him. Sure, part of him expected it, but still was slightly shell-shocked as the post-kissing high was ripped away from him. "Well if you liked it rough you could've just said so," he teased, hands still holding her against him. They rested lightly upon the curves of her hips, seemingly delicate and yet firm. He wasn't quite ready to let her leave just yet, not while he was having such fun.

His cheek was tinged pink, though not to be mistaken for blushing. Blushing required being embarrassed and Mickey didn't get embarrassed. No, his face was pink with her hand print. He hoped it would bruise, loving a good trophy. 

[Jessi Burke]

A satisfied smirk crept onto Jessi's lips as she saw Mickey flinch from her slap and that his cheek pinked from where she struck. She moved her arms to cross them across her chest to give herself a little buffer room from Mickey even though he had a firm grasp on her waist. She tilted her head to the side and stared him right in the eyes. She wouldn't dare look at his lips. That would only fuel the fire inside of her and give him more fuel for the teasing or the kissing or whatever Mickey was planning on doing.

"If I remember correctly from that night," she said dryly as she cocked an eyebrow at him. "You did get pretty rough. So what's stopping you, Mickey? You know what I can handle."

[Michael Faucheux]

She was avoiding his lips, staring only at his eyes. Like that would keep her safe. He chuckled slightly, deciding he could mess with her just as well. Mickey's eyes flickered from his usual blue to a bright purple, something that took very little effort on his part. Such a small physical change was nothing to him.

Her arms separated them slightly to his irritation, preferring to be completely pinned to his prey. He smirked at her comment, knowing very well that he had been gentle if anything.

"Seems we have very different ideas of what rough means," He murmured, followed by another one of his suggestions. "Of course, I could always show you what it means to really be rough..."

[Jessi Burke]

Jessi jumped a bit as his eyes flickered and changed colors. Damn Aphrodites and their stupid powers. Or, at least, she hoped it was their stupid powers and not some weird thing that only he could do. But she still held her ground and kept staring up at him. She wouldn't look at this lips. She wouldn't look at his lips... But she saw him smirk and she couldn't help but glance down at his lips. He had her and they both knew it and at the same time, Jessi felt like she didn't want to do anything about it.

She cock an eyebrow at his suggestion. "Oh," she asked as her voice got slightly lower. "Do you have the time? I know you must be rather busy..."

[Michael Faucheux]

He chuckled slightly, amused at her response. "I could've sworn you hated me. But I've always got time for you, babe," His right hand slowly moved from her hip to her back, lightly trailing a finger up her spine. His fingers were gentle at first as they tangled in the ends of her hair, not changing expression as he suddenly yanked down, pulling her head back and exposing her neck. She was his and he was taking it.

Mickey's lips met her neck, brushing against it so lightly one could question if he had done so at all. "Besides, I love watching you squirm." He whispered against her tender skin. Teasing was always fun. It combined his two favorite things, pissing people off and sex. It always ended with him getting what he wanted, anyways, even if he did have to wait. Besides, whats a bit of waiting if he's entertained the entire time?

[Jessi Burke]

"Hate is a very strong word. I think you of all people should know that," Jessi snipped back before she got the chills from his hand travelling up her spine. Her breathing quickened and she felt her heart race in her chest. She gasped as he grabbed her hair and forced her head back, exposing her neck. She felt so vulnerable, but she liked it. Her breathing got a little heavy as his lips barely brushed across the skin of her neck.

She bit the corner of her lip and shifted just a bit before she lightly laughed at his comment. "Squirm? You're so funny, Mickey. You think you can get me to squirm?" She was challenging him and she knew that it was dangerous territory. She licked her lower lip quickly before she resumed biting it again.

[Michael Faucheux]

It was so easy to get her to react. Pleasing, yes, but he wasn't entirely opposed to working for what he wanted. As long as the person in question wasn't being too difficult, or else he'd get bored. There was a very fine line between a fun chase and annoying games.

He raised his head to meet her gaze, eyebrow cocked and laughing lightly. "Oh, please. Like you weren't squirming while begging for more. Trust me, princess. I don't forget." That wasn't all true. Many of his hook-ups, and there were more than enough, had happened while he wasn't sober. But he had been sober with Jessi, even if she hadn't been. There was no doubt in his mind that she was absolutely under his spell both then and now.