Tragic Magic ((Jessi))

[Jessi Burke]

"There you go with the princess crap again," Jessi said lowly as she squirmed a bit from the hold he had in her hair. Her breathing was still ragged as her eyes glanced down a couple of times at his lips. She was getting impatient while he was having his fun. She looked back at him, as much as she could with the position he had it in at the moment.

"Nice to know you don't forget," she said as she squirmed a bit more. She raised an eyebrow at him. "What's taking you so long, Mickey? Aren't we gonna move to someplace more... private. I didn't take you for an exhibitionist."

[Michael Faucheux]

He let go of her, taking a step back. "Eager, are we?" He teased. "I don't really care who's watching. Seems it matters to you more, but I'm here to please. Mine or yours?" Mickey asked. "And I can't help but call you princess with that face of yours," He didn't need to complimenting her. She was already under his spell, but she was gorgeous and he couldn't deny it.

Perhaps he was shallow for caring about looks, but it wasn't like he was looking for love anyways. It didn't really matter what someone's personality was if he was only sharing his bed with them rather than life. He didn't plan on living for too long, anyways.

"But don't expect me to be no Prince Charming,"

[Jessi Burke]

Jessi rolled her eyes as Mickey teased her more and let her go. "I rather not be reported to Chiron because we scared the younger ones. You know, there are ones here that haven't had the talk yet. Best not be their first example of the birds and the bees." She turned on her heels as she walked towards the cabins. "And mine will be empty. I don't want to scar your siblings any further."

And then he called her princess again and she was about to call him out on it until she heard his next statement."I didn't ask you to be no Prince Charming," she snapped back as a little bit of a smirk crept onto her face. "Not that I was planning on you being one anyway."

[Michael Faucheux]

She had fire. Hell, she didn't just have it. She was fire. It was exhilarating, intoxicating. He wanted to get burned. He chuckled at her birds and the bees comment, something that amused him as he knew exactly what was up by kindergarten and had it himself by 13.

He trailed after her, sauntering as usual. Anyone that saw them would know exactly what was going on, and they saw Mickey going to the cabins with someone rather often. Probably too often, in some people's perspective. In Mickey's mind there was no 'too often,' only 'too few.'

Jessi, though... As long as she didn't get too clingy he could get used to this. Less of a one night stand and more of booty call. Someone he could piss off to no end and yet she still ran back. He could only hope that she would continue to do so, because he certainly wouldn't be the one running for her.

"You gotta admit though, I am charming." He said teasingly, "You just keep coming back for more... Unless it's my body you're here for. Wouldn't be offended by that,"

[Jessi Burke]

Jessi knew what was passing through everyone's mind as they saw the two of them walk back to the cabins. Mickey and the camp drunk were going to get it on. Another conquest for him. But only some of them knew how good he was and fewer went back to him like Jessi, but she had a good excuse. Well... maybe not that good, but reasonable. That need and want in her, she knew it was something that only Mickey could fix.

Right as Jessi stepped onto the porch of her cabin, she had to stop and turn around to raise an eyebrow at Mickey. "Charming?" she repeated before she rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Whatever keeps that ego of yours, Mickey." She pushed opened her cabin door to her reveal empty bottles all over the floor and two beds pushed up against each other in the far corner. "Here we are," she said with a slight smirk. "I hope you don't mind the mess. I did have a rough night."

[Michael Faucheux]

Was he egotistical? Probably. But it was only partially his fault, as everywhere he went people fueled it. He had been a model for Hades sake. Being egotistical was part of the job description. He remembered first arriving at camp, one of the girls in the Aphrodite cabin had a spread from one of his photo-shoots on the wall of her bunker. She was rather disgusted upon finding out the rather suggestive picture was of her brother.

His eyes widened as she opened the door. It was a mess. Empty bottles strewn about, bed undone. It felt like home. He walked in like he owned the place, picking a stray bottle of the ground. It wasn't all empty so he brought the bottle to his lips, not flinching as the alcohol burned its way down. "Vodka. You got nice taste, princess."

[Jessi Burke]

Jessi watched Mickey walk like he owned the place. She was a bit surprised. Wasn't a model like him used to clean places? Wasn't he repulsed? She didn't think much else as she closed the door behind him. If he was going to go through with this...

Jessi turned around and saw Mickey picking up the bottle of vodka she was working on the night before and take a swig. She narrowed her eyes as she walked up to him and tried to snatch it away from him. "Hey, watch it," she said as she narrowed her eyes at him. "That is expensive stuff. Do you know how much the Hermes cabin charges to smuggling in the good stuff?" She raised her eyebrows a bit before she said, "So, did you come here to drink my alcohol or are we going to do something else?"

[Michael Faucheux]

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, as he was amused at her protectiveness over the bottle, easily lifting it out of reach. Money had never meant much to him. He was making 50k a year by the age of 14, and before that his father gave him whatever he wanted. Or rather Mickey would steal his money without him noticing.

Besides, even in camp he could get what he needed. He went through a half a pack of his precious cigarettes a day, and with the occasional beer it would be by no means cheap. The Hermes kids were stingy, but nothing he couldn't solve. One of the boys had taken a special interest in Mickey and well... He basically got whatever he wanted for a huge discount.

"I have ways of getting what I want from the Hermes kids..." He laughed, taking another swig from the bottle. It was at least two shots, more than enough. He wasn't a heavy drinker, but he was no lightweight either. The clear bottle was empty now, having there not been much left in the first place. He looked at the bottle and made a 'hm' sound, as if he wasn't aware he had drunk that much, before setting it back onto the floor. "I can pay you back easily,"

He glanced down at her, eyebrow raised. "Bit of both," he said with a shrug, his lips crashing into hers without warning. He didn't really think about it. He just saw her lips and it just sort of happened. Though it was kinda the plan for the start. The taste of vodka was fresh on his lips, but he knew she wouldn't care. He was just making a good thing better.

[Jessi Burke]

Jessi glared at Mickey as he casually kept the bottle out of her reach. She kept trying to get it away from him or at least knock it down, but those few inches between their height gave Mickey just enough an advantage to keep the bottle away from her. What made him think that he could come into her cabin and drink her booze? Her glare intensified as he finished off the bottle and set it on the bottle. She pushed her hair back from her as she muttered, "You better pay me back. I'm not made out of money..."

She was about to give him more of a piece of her mind when his lips silenced her. It was sudden, but soon she kissing him back as she pressed up against him. She felt that need, that want inside of her as she wrapped her arms around him to pull him in closer.

[Michael Faucheux]

The warm feeling began in his stomach as the alcohol settled. He grinned against Jessi's lips as she pulled him closer. He didn't even know if it was his doing anymore, not having been paying attention to his powers, but he didn't really care either. She wanted him and that was enough.

The dominant side, the more hungry part of him, began to show as his hands traveled to her hips and then made their way around to rest on her rear. He definitely had a bit of a wandering hands problem. Perhaps a grabby one too, lightly squeezing her arse which in turn brought her closer to his growing predicament. Whether this was purposeful or purely instinctual wasn't on Mickey's mind, any thoughts clouded by lust.

[Jessi Burke]

She felt him smile against her lips and that only made her kiss him harder. She didn't know what had come over her. Maybe it was his Aphrodite charmspeak taking affect, but she wanted more of him. Hades, if he didn't use his powers, she still wanted him. She wanted all of him. She wanted to feel like she did that one drunken night again.

Jessi groaned against Mickey's lips as he pressed up against him in more ways than one. She could taste the vodka on his lips and it was good. Then again, he did drink her good stuff. She pressed up against him as she tried to push him towards the bed.

[Michael Faucheux]

He stumbled backwards until he hit the bed, hands exploring her body and finding their way under the fabric of her shirt. His fingers danced over the skin of her back before retreating, tugging at the hem of her shirt. His lips left hers, kissing her neck as he yanked the shirt off with some difficulty, not wanting to stop touching her though he had to momentarily.

Mickey was pleased now that that nuisance was now out of the way, leaning back into the bed and taking her down with him. His lips didn't meet her's again yet, trailing kisses down her body and leaving little love bites. He loved leaving his mark. Pants were the next step. It wasn't even on his mind that he didn't have protection on him. It hadn't even crossed his mind to ask, as he was a bit occupied.

- - SO MUCH CENSOR IS HAPPENING HERE - -

He wasn't usually one to stay the night, but making the trek to his cabin seemed daunting. Getting out of the warm and comfortable bed would be an unpleasant task in itself. Besides, his arm was trapped under Jessi who was curled up against his side. He kissed the crown of her head, sighing as he closed his eyes and mumbled something incoherently about 'his' princess.

[Jessi Burke]

Mickey made Jessi feel amazing. The way he could make her body tighten up and relax was absolutely mind blowing. Jessi was exhausted by the time they were finished. She found it odd that Mickey didn't up and leave like he usually did after romps like these, but she didn't mind the extra company in her cabin. She didn't have any siblings as far as she knew, so she always had this big, empty cabin to herself. Well, tonight was a little less empty.

She curled up against Mickey and closed her eyes as she took a deep breath. She trapped his arm underneath her, but didn't really care. He wasn't complaining too much about their position. She smiled slightly as he kissed her head, but frowned a bit as he called her princess, again. "There you go with that princess crap again," she muttered to him.

[Michael Faucheux]

"Well you're pretty like a princess," he murmured, voice gruff. His blue eyes opened to peer down at her. He smiled softly as he gazed over her, a look that rarely blessed his face as he carried an almost permanent smirk. He seemed blissful, though a bit sleepy as well. He was no slacker in bed which was bound to leave him exhausted.

The arm she lay on was wrapped around her, holding her close, fingers tracing mindlessly on her shoulder. He lazily looking over every inch of her body, eyelids heavy. He was less checking her out and more just exploring her with his eyes, taking in detail every mark, every curve. She truly was a breathtaking site, he couldn't deny that. "Yeah.. Pretty damn beautiful,"

[Jessi Burke]

Jessi raised her eyebrows at Mickey as she looked at him. She wasn't sure if it was him or the alcohol talking. She never seen him drunk before, but she didn't see him this mushy gushy before either. It had to be the alcohol. He'd have a nice hangover tomorrow, like she did this morning. But she watched him watch her lazily as he muttered on about her beauty. She couldn't deny that she liked being cuddled up this close to him. It was a nice change, even if he was inebriated.

"And you're pretty damn drunk," she said as she moved to point a finger into his face. "So I would sleep if I were you. You're probably going to have a nasty hangover in the morning, unless you handle your booze better than I do."