Hallelujah

@ SaveYourself;

[Yes, imagine ]

Tomorrow night? Myra typed, and then she hit send. Tucking her phone under her arm, she got to her feet and went into the kitchen. She placed her dirty dishes into the sink and as she was making her way back to the living room, she was struck by an overwhelming sense of urgency, something that always foretold a visit from the hooded figure that was supposed to guide Myra and Meykell through their mission.

Suddenly her living room fell into darkness and the hooded figure appeared, surrounded by a soft glow of light. "What do you want?" Myra shouted.

"You are on the right path," the figure rasped. "Do not stray."

Myra opened her mouth to say something else, but before she could the hooded figure was gone and the room had filled with light once more. Myra frowned. "Thanks for the help," Myra grumbled scathingly.

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Johnny felt a surge of confidence wash over his body. Now he felt stupid for thinking this was a prank. Because his joke and Meykell's statement was true: he was a fucking catch.

"Well, first I'd like to do this." Allowing no time to second-guess himself, Johnny sat down his beer and kissed Meykell. He was glad when he felt her kiss him back. When they pulled apart Meykell seemed a bit flustered, and this made Johnny smirk. "And as for how I'd like the rest of the evening to go, that depends on how uh...adventurous you are."

((Hopefully you are alright with NC-17?))

"Adventurous?" Meykell asked with a smirk, chuckling under her breath slightly. "Well, Johnny boy, this night depends if you can keep up with me." Meykell moved so she was on Johnny's lap, as she grinned widely. "Think you can keep up, Johnny boy?" Without a second to think about the dangers this would put on herself, Meykell kissed Johnny.

Her hands found their way to his shoulders, as she moved her thumbs in circles, massaging if you like. This man defiantly had stamina, as he instantly kissed back. Meykell was wondering how far he wanted to go, and judging his actions so far, he would like to go most of the way.

Pulling away from his lips, she smirked at him. "Should we stay here.. Or should we go upstairs?" Trailing her finger around his chest, she giggled as she saw Johnny's expression.

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'Sounds good. ;)'

Zacky closed his eyes, trying to drown out Jimmy's complaining at how he couldn't kill these zombies on his game. As his eyes closed, he felt the dream world consuming him.

' Zacky looked around, the room was black, and nothing but a mere light surrounded a figure. A hooded figure.

"Who are you, where am I?"

"So many questions, Zachary."

"How do you know my name?"

"All in due time, my son. You are the key to stop evil in this world. The gates of Hell is open, and only someone burned with glorious purpose can close it. A prophet. You." As the figure faded away, so did all the light.

Zacky woke up quickly, breathing hard. "Wow, what did you just dream about?"

@ SaveYourself;

[Yeah, that's totally fine. Also I can't think of anything else interesting for Myra for the current time so I'm just gonna skip her ahead to the next day but we can line it up again later]

Myra sat at the bar, twirling the ice cubes around inside her cup. When she'd asked Zacky to pick the bar, she'd expected something a bit more crowded, with more of a party-atmosphere. And she certainly hadn't expected him to suggest the outing in the middle of the day, but as experience had taught her, humans were weird.

Myra jumped when Zacky blew into the seat next to her. He looked a little frazzled, like he hadn't slept well, and Myra almost felt sorry for him. She couldn't imagine what it was like having to devote that much of your life to something so unproductive and then basically getting kicked in the ass if you didn't do it. "Sorry I'm a little late," he said, shooting her a smile. "I couldn't get Jimmy out of my apartment."

"Jimmy? Is he the really tall one?" Myra asked. She took a sip of her drink, frowning when she remembered that it was empty.

"Would you like me to buy you another drink?" Zacky asked, obviously noticing as well. Myra nodded, smirking to herself as Zacky called for the bartender. Although it was just an assumption, she guessed that Zacky might try and get her drunk for less-than-appropriate reasons. But unfortunately for him, alcohol did nothing to Myra. Just like coffee, she merely drank for the taste. Which was unfortunate since most of it tasted terrible.

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Johnny blinked, trying to clear his head. Which was difficult considering a lot of blood was rushing in the opposite direction. He placed his hands on Meykell's hips, running them over her curves, and pulled her closer. "We can just stay here, if that's alright with you?" he replied, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly in a smirk. Meykell leaned forward to kiss him again, and Johnny quickly slid his hands up the back of her shirt. He hadn't meant to try and remove it just yet, but Meykell sat back and pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it over the back of the couch. Johnny couldn't help but stare, once again in complete awe that a girl like Meykell was even interested in him.

And now you've almost got her naked, so don't fuck this up! the voice in his head shouted.

Johnny groaned softly when he felt Meykell's hand drifting below his belt. "Perhaps you'd like a little help?" she whispered, unzippign his pants.

Meykell didn't see harm in playing with Johnny a bit, it wasn't like they were going to have a child or be in a relationship. Sure, they would see each other again, but that would be purely friends. Meykell saw potential in Johnny, and she had no idea why.

Focusing to the matter at hand, the vibrant haired girl smirked as she slid of Johnny's legs, as he watched her with lust filled eyes. Reaching her hands behind her back, she uncliped her bra fabric, letting it fall to the floor. "Is this all surreal, Johnny boy?" She whispered, walking towards him and crouched down in-front of him. Unzipping what was left of his pants, she tugged them down his legs, leaving him in just his shirt and boxers. Slightly palming him through the fabric, she looked up at him. "What do you want me to do, Johnny?" Slowly pulling down his boxers, and placing them on the floor, she smirked at him. "You are quite big, Johnny boy.." She commented, liking his new nickname 'Johnny boy'.

Seeing him trying to form words, Meykell just grinned. Sitting beside him, she finally decided to touch it. Stroking him ever so slightly, she held his other hand and placed it on her chest. "You gotta tell me what you want... What you need"

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Zacky grinned at Myra, as he rubbed the back of his head. "You look nice. I probably look like shit, I had the weirdest dream last night.."

"How so?" She asked, seemingly uninterested as she stirred her drink with a straw.

"Probably meant nothing, but it was related to me being a 'prophet' and the 'gates of Hell'. I think Jimmy's so called 'cases' have been getting to me." Shaking his head, he shrugged his shoulders, deciding to spill the beans on Jimmy. "That dude is bat shit crazy. Believing in monsters, the paranormal, and all that rubbish."

"Let me guess, you don't?"

"Well, my theory is that if something was out there, someone would of had hardcore proof." With a shrug, he sipped his drink. "He thinks aliens are the core of all monsters.. To be honest, I don't know how he got that information. Probably reading to many stories online." He remarked with a smirk, shaking his head once more. "Do you know how to play pool?" He said, jerking his thumb over to the pool table.

@ SaveYourself;

[Sorry if Myra's part seems kinda choppy, I have no clue how to describe pool ]

Myra almost smirked, but stopped herself. Unwittingly, Zacky had just presented the perfect opportunity for Myra to mess with him, if only a bit. She put on her best face and replied, "Not really, I've only played a few times."

Zacky got to his feet. "Well then, let the master teach you how it's done." He extended his hand to Myra; she took it and allowed him to lead her over to the pool table. He grabbed two pool sticks and handed one to Myra. He collected all of the balls and arranged them inside the plastic triangle and then set it aside. Placing the cue ball about six inches away from the others, Zacky said, "What you gotta do it get all the balls of one kind - either solid or stripes - into the holes, and whoever does that first wins.

Myra smiled. "Sounds easy enough."

"I'll go first." Zacky lined up his stick with the cue ball and then gave it a hard smack; the other balls went flying in different directions, but none of them fell into any holes. "Dammit. Your turn, I guess."

"Tell me if I'm doing this right," Myra said, walking over to the cue ball. She eyed the table, seeing that she could get the solid number two ball into the corner pocket, if she used the striped number three. She lined up the cue ball with the striped number three and =gave it a smack; it hit the solid number two at the angle she was hoping and sent it straight into the corner pocket.

She looked up at Zacky to see him staring at her with wide eyes. "I think I just got hustled," he said, and this time Myra actually laughed.

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"Um...ah...uh..." Johnny was having a hard time forming words. Which wasn't so bad when you considered the fact that he'd come over here half-expecting it to be a prank and now a beautiful girl was touching his dick. But he felt stupid that he was still getting so flustered. He just couldn't help but think that this was going to end up being a one-night stand, and he didn't want that. He'd had his fair share of those and was honestly ready to leave them behind.

"Come on now, don't be shy..." Meykell's voice in his ear jolted him into action, and Johnny pushed Meykell onto her back, crawling over the top of her. Her eyes went wide; she obviously hadn't been expecting that.

Johnny kissed her roughly, sliding a hand down her torso. He stopped at the top of the jeans she wore, undoing the button before sliding them down her legs. He tossed them to the floor before doing the same with her underwear. Meykell squirmed underneath him, and Johnny smirked. He felt more in control of the situation now, and it made his confidence surge. "Getting anxious?" he whispered in her ear.

((I don't even know why I suggested pool, I've never played it ))

"No.. It's just, I am used to being controlling. Not being controlled." With a small smirk, she shivered when Johnny blew on her ear, as she processed a few thoughts in her head. Thinking about it, she had never gone the whole way with a male before, let alone a human. She was the who would focus on the guy more than herself, so she jumped out of her skin when she felt him nip at her neck, crashing her out of her thoughts. As his hands roamed her chest, Meykell let out a small moan.

When one of his hands traveled down south, Meykell looked at him with a smirk. "I don't want this to be a one off, Johnny. You alright with that?" Leaning up, she captured his lips in another kiss, as she gasped into his mouth as he did something to her. Something that made her feel very weird, was it pleasure?

"Have you ever done this before?"

"Never all the way, looks like you are getting lucky tonight." Biting her lip hard, she tried to prevent the noises coming out of her mouth, seeing them as embarrassing.

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Taking a shot, Zacky cursed when he missed the ball he was aiming for. "I forgot, are we betting on this? Cause if we are, I think I've lost all my money." He grumbled, crossing his arms and pouting slightly. With a small smirk, he watched as Myra continued her lucky streak of hitting the ball into the pocket, as Zacky frowned slighly. "Unfair.. I swear, these balls hate me."

"You saying that because a girl is beating you?" After Myra's remark, Zacky decided not to comment, as he merely chuckled. It was now his turn, as he tried to hit the ball into the socket again, but he missed.

"I'm on the verge of quitting." Hearing Myra laugh at his antics, he couldn't help the grin spreading on his face.

((Sorry for Zacky's shitty reply, I had a brain fart ))

@ ZackyEffingVengeance

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[Me neither ]

"Hey, you're the one who suggested it," Myra pointed out, stepping up to take her turn. She only had the eight ball left, and if she could sink it, then the game would be over. It would be a difficult shot, though. Unless she cheated a little. She focused hard on the ball as she lined up her shot, and with her mind guided the eight ball into the pocket as the cue ball hit it. She knew that she'd used some of her 'powers' persay, but to Zacky it would only look like an amazing shot.

"Unbelievable," she heard him grumble.

Myra turned to face him with a smile. "Another game?" she asked, knowing full well what his answer would be. "Or would you care to do something else?"

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"Very lucky," Johnny whispered, smirking. He reached down onto the floor, searching for his jeans. Once he found them, he pulled his wallet from the back pocket, and from the wallet he pulled out a condom. The guys liked to give him shit about always carrying protection, but fuck them, he wasn't ready to be a dad yet. "You'll have to tell me if it hurts," he said, pressing into Meykell. She let out a soft whimper. He started to move, trying to go slow for her sake. He didn't want to hurt her. But like he'd said earlier, it had been awhile since he'd gotten any action - from another person, as Jimmy liked to point out - so he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to hold out.

"You can...go faster."

Johnny propped himself up on his elbows as a way to keep his balance and started moving faster. This combined with the noises coming from Meykell were almost more than he could take, and before long he could feel a knot forming in his lower abdomen.

[That's okay haha]