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Post by naomi on Jun 22, 2008 17:19:23 GMT -5
((mini-vodka bottle brutha. mini-vodka. )) First Miles had been beaten brutally at eight ball by Charlotte and now this. He wasn't even trying and he was making the woman cry, and to cap it off here she was with this Scottish drunk who was trying to protect her when all Miles wanted to do was get his frustrations out about Charlotte. 'You really are pathetic...' Miles heard and snapped. It wasn't doing much for his ego already being beaten by Charlotte and now this guy was calling him pathetic?! It just wasn't the night for it. He got up in the blink of an eye and grabbed the man around the throat, his thumb and index finger on pressure spots that he would just have to squeeze if there was any problems. "Look man, if you've got a problem with me and..." No Name he whispered in his head, but then found he had to recall her name with disdain, "Leandra here, then I suggest you either get out of here or do something about it quick."
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Post by leandra on Jun 22, 2008 17:28:57 GMT -5
Again all Leandra could do was stand and watch the scene before her eyes between Desmond and Miles. She was now very worried that Miles would hurt Desmond. Desmond being the closest she had to a brother she couldn't stand the thought of anything happening to him. She couldn't lose him, because without Desmond, she had nobody to really look out for her.
When Miles jumped off the bed and grabbed Desmond, Leah let out a scream. She was just very scared. Only this time not scared for herself, scared for Desmond, even though he probably could take care of himself. Miles was obviously wanting to spend time with her for some reason, and she wasn't sure what to do for the best.
She had made up her mind to stay away from Miles, but if it meant that Desmond wouldn't get hurt, then maybe she'd have to ask him to leave. Leandra wasn't so soft she couldn't look out for herself when it came down to it, it would just mean that she'd probably be calling Desmond afterward pouring her heart out to him once again.
"Look will you both just stop it please" she almost pleaded, no shouting, no angry voice, just pleading for them to stop. "I don't want you to hurt my brother" she said in slight hysterical tones. It didn't matter to her whether Desmond wasn't really her brother, to her in every aspect that's exactly what he was.
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Post by Desmond Hume on Jun 22, 2008 23:33:26 GMT -5
(( lol. oops. well, you might have been able to poke me in the eye with it or something. That's major pain right there ))
Before Desmond could say anything else, he felt the man's hands around his throat, grasping his skin firmly. He couldn't believe it. Miles had actually attacked him. Desmond quickly grabbed Miles' wrists, but he was unable to force him off immediately. He obviously needed to talk to Leah, but Desmond couldn't allow it. No matter how much Miles hated him now, Desmond would not leave the hotel room so that he could have a chat with who he though was his little barbie doll. No, Leah was more than that, and if Miles ever wanted to talk to her, he'd have to get that set in his mind. Leandra was not some woman that he could toss around and get rough with when he felt like it.
Desmond finally managed to get out of his grip, but he realized that they had upset Leandra. He didn't want her involved in this, and he didn't want her to be even more hurt, so he quickly began talking to the man, thrusted his arms in front of him to make him stay back and keep off of him. "Look, Miles. You keep telling me that I should leave. But what good would that do? Are you going to attempt to finish what you left off with her? What is so important that you need to speak with Leah about in private. Because, at the moment, I don't trust you. I dont bloody trust you!"
Desmond was angry, but he wasn't the type to just randomly attack other people. He was smarter than that, and knew better than to get involved with arguments that lead to black eye's and busted lips. Miles, on the other hand, was different. But somehow, Desmond didn't believe his act. He didn't believe that Miles was the type of guy that would get into fights, either. Miles was intelligent enough to only go so far as to not push people's limits. He just liked to get to them, intimidate them. At least, that was Desmond's opinion. Miles seemed to be the type of guy that could get inside your head.
Desmond glared at Miles, half afraid that he would try grabbing his neck again. He seemed upset, and very frustrated. But just as he hadn't listened to him, Desmond wasn't going to give him what he wanted. All that Desmond really wanted right now was for him to leave, but he wouldn't stop taunting them. He wouldn't just let it go, or at least try changing his act instead of terrifying the person he was trying to talk to. It just didn't make sense to Desmond. Not at all.
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Post by naomi on Jun 22, 2008 23:42:26 GMT -5
Miles didn't grab him as Desmond made it free from his grasp. He stumbled back to the bed and put his head in his hands for a moment as Desmond yelled at him. "Look, I didn't come here expecting the whole Royal Army Guard here to interrogate me!" Miles snapped at the man and lifted his head to look up at him. "I had a crappy night, Charlotte got on my case about the island and now I've got to find someone who wants to get back there more than I do!" He shouted again. He wouldn't have been letting so much out about himself if he hadn't drunk so much, but Miles hardly cared to act mysterious now. "So if you don't mind buddy. What hot blond chick here and I have is none of your business."
He scowled and flopped back into a laying position on the bed, if he wasn't getting any action, he was going to sleep. Maybe he could find James Ford in this hotel in the morning.
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Post by leandra on Jun 23, 2008 14:44:11 GMT -5
Leah decided that it might be best if she just let the two of them fight it out. She didn't really like violence, well slaps were alright, she'd given a few, but proper punch up violence, and she didn't like it when it could happen to her brother, but for her own sake maybe it was best to just let them get on with things. She had no idea that Miles would have come to her door tonight. She was getting confused, because she had made up her mind she didn't want to see him again, because in a lot of ways Miles scared her.
But listening to him go on about Charlotte and getting back to the Island, something she knew for some reason meant a lot to him, she kind of softened a little. He obviously wanted to speak to her, and was wondering if she should let it happen. But she also heard Desmond saying how he didn't trust Miles, and if she was honest as much as she tried to like him to get over Sawyer, she didn't trust Miles herself either. So did she really want to be left alone with him only to be used again.
She was about to tell Desmond that maybe he should leave them alone, maybe go to the reception desk or something just so she could see what Miles wanted her for. At least then Desmond wouldn't be too far away should anything have happened with Miles she wasn't happy with, but then she heard Miles speak of her as 'hot blond chick' and it actually infuriated her slightly. So much for taking a back seat and letting them fight it out she thought.
"I'm not just some 'hot blond chick' Miles, my name is Leandra. To think I was about to ask Desmond to leave because for a tiny second I was feeling sorry for how you were feeling, but no, I think I'd rather have Desmond stay" she replied in rather defiant tones. "Unless you can think of a reason why I should ask him to leave" she finished as she moved to stand close to Desmond with her arm linked into his, so she could feel more secure.
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Post by naomi on Jun 23, 2008 17:41:46 GMT -5
This was just annoying. Miles came here with one intention and now this stupid guy was here, getting between him and what he wanted. He could think of a few reasons why she should get him to leave. To start with he knew that no guys could really be friends with a woman without having some hidden agenda. Give Miles a minute and he might just find out what that agenda was. But he was caught out when she told him her name. If he couldn't treat her like a piece of meat, then Miles didn't know what was expected of him.
As he heard her words it was apparent that she wasn't asking him to leave, just Desmond to stay. Whatever he thought as he made himself more comfortable. "Fine, Desmond can stay... and I'll speak to you in the morning." He rolled over and got comfortable, trying to drift off to sleep.
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Post by leandra on Jun 23, 2008 18:32:06 GMT -5
Leah watched as Miles made himself more comfortable on her bed and turned round as if to go to sleep. Saying that Desmond could stay and that he'd talk to her in the morning. Oh no, she thought, he wasn't damn well going to sleep there all night just so he could irritate the hell out of her in the morning with what ever it was bothering him. If he had something to say to her, he could damn well say it right now.
"So, you came to speak to me, what's wrong with speaking to me now?" she asked him, as she left Desmond's side and went over to the bed and tugged at Miles to turn round and face her. "So, if you want to talk, talk" she said defiantly.
She turned back and gave Desmond a look that said she wasn't scared of Miles at this moment, she just wanted to find out what was going on in his mind. Why he had come to see her, when he had made his feelings pretty clear about her. She couldn't help feel attracted to Miles, but she realised it was only in a physical way, there was nothing sensual about it, it was just sheer physical attraction, and now that he was here, no matter what she had said earlier, she could feel the attraction building up.
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Post by naomi on Jun 23, 2008 19:49:35 GMT -5
Miles felt her tugging at his arm and he turned back around, giving a slow smile. "Who said anything about talking?" He asked. Where she had gotten the idea that he just wanted to talk was beyond him. Miles didn't talk, and he wasn't going to confide in some stranger about everything even if he did have something to talk about.
"So unless you have something to say, I think I'm going to go to sleep right here." He said again and gave her a pointed look.
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Post by leandra on Jun 23, 2008 20:05:52 GMT -5
The slow smile was almost giving away what he really wanted. She should have known better, when did Miles ever really talk to her anyway? But did she really want him to stay for that reason and that reason only? It meant that he was just here to use her for his own pleasure. She only had her own self to blame, because if she hadn't jumped into bed with him that first time he wouldn't be thinking that it was alright to have sex with her when ever it suited him.
But damn this attraction she had to him, damn it to hell. She now didn't know what to do. Pouring her heart out to Desmond about how he had been treating her, making her mind up not to see him again, he walks into her room and she starts to think that it wouldn't be so bad to give herself to him again. What kind of person was she? Other than she just needed attention.
She smiled at him weakly when he spoke to her, "Don't go to sleep" she said quickly and was almost regretting it the minute she said it, because she just knew what Desmond would probably be thinking of her. Desmond didn't trust Miles, and now she had given Desmond more reason not to trust him or like him, and she was about to give in to physical attraction again.
She looked at Desmond and gave him an apologetic look, and went over to him and took him away aside, enough that Miles wouldn't hear so well. She whispered into Desmond's ear "Could you be a darling and just wait down in the lobby, I'll call you if I need you. I think I just need a moment with Miles" she whispered with a sweet smile. Hoping that Desmond would do as she asked, if not and Desmond refused to leave her alone with Miles, then she'd just have to get over her attraction and ask Miles to leave.
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Post by Desmond Hume on Jun 23, 2008 21:33:03 GMT -5
Desmond was a bit worried about leaving Leandra alone with Miles. He could almost sense something would go wrong, but he knew that he trusted Leah, and that's all that mattered. Watching the scene between her and Miles just a few seconds ago didn't help, either. Leandra was obviously tempted, but after a moments thought, he decided that he should trust her as she had trusted him so many times. "Alright, Leah. Just, well -- be careful." He gave her a serious, but soft look and started to walk away.
He wanted to believe that Miles wouldn't be such an airhead, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. There was something about him that didn't add up, although he couldn't put his finger on it. But who was he to judge a man whom he barely knew? Taking a deep breath, he let out a long sigh. As he reached the door, Desmond turned around and looked at Miles. "If you try to pull anything on Leah -- I mean it, don't try any funny business." His voice was very commanding, and his eyes were looking directly into Miles. From there, he pulled on the door handle and began walking down the halls to the lobby.
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Post by leandra on Jun 23, 2008 21:47:31 GMT -5
She waited patiently while Desmond made his mind up about whether to leave her alone with Miles or not. She knew that it would be a tormenting decision for him to make after the way she had been upset about Miles only an hour or so before. But she was pleased when he said he would leave, so long as she was careful.
She put her hand on his arm gently and squeezed it slightly, "I'll be fine, thanks" and she reached up and gave him a sisterly kiss on the cheek. She really hoped that Miles might treat her with a tad more respect this time, but she seriously doubted it, after all, which guy gives any girl respect when they have sex with them before really getting to know them? Which was exactly what she had done previously with Miles.
Desmond then turned to Miles and told him not to hurt her, her heart leaped a little at the concern and care in Desmond's voice, but then it shouldn't have been much of a surprise really, because Desmond had been that way with her from their first meeting all those months back. Once he was out of the door, she turned back to Miles and smiled slowly. "So if you don't plan on talking, what do you plan on doing?" it was a loaded question she knew, but she couldn't help but ask it.
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Post by naomi on Jun 23, 2008 21:56:00 GMT -5
Miles raised an eyebrow after the man left with an idle threat. He saluted the man with a smirk from his place on the bed just before he left. "You can count on me, Sargent." He told him snidely. Leandra came back over and sat beside him on the bed, bringing another smirk to Miles' face.
"You made Charlotte slap me" He began accusingly, though he didn't sound mad about it at all. He propped himself up more and stroked her cheek. He could just go to sleep, which was a tempting proposition... but she seemed to be asking for it again. He shrugged indifferently and brought her face in to his again to kiss her. Somehow feeling the pain again of both palms across his face.
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Post by leandra on Jun 23, 2008 22:18:04 GMT -5
Leah could only roll her eyes when Miles threw the snide remark at Desmond as he walked out the door to leave them. It was typical Miles, he didn't know when to just drop it. But at least he hadn't hurt Desmond, she wasn't sure how she would have reacted had he really hurt her brother. She'd probably be certain never to see him again. Somehow deep down, she didn't like that idea, no matter that he made her feel a little worthless.
When he accused her of making Charlotte slap him, although it wasn't in an angry voice, Leah stifled a laugh, instead smiling, "Sorry about that" she said softly. Once again she felt her skin tingle when he stroked her cheek. She almost nudged against it, like a cat does to it's owner when they're stroking their fur. It was like she was almost content if that was the right word for how she was feeling now, but what ever it was, she knew it probably wouldn't last for long.
Soon he had pulled her face in toward his and started to kiss her, and this time she didn't pull back, instead reveling in his touch and savouring the moment.
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Post by naomi on Jun 23, 2008 22:29:46 GMT -5
Miles suddenly stopped. He didn't know why he was doing this. Opportunity. He answered himself and that seemed like enough justification for the moment. He relaxed a little and pulled her down on top of him. "So what's the deal with you and the happy Scotsman?" He asked nonchalantly before kissing her again.
He closed his eyes and thought of Charlotte. He needed to get back to the island and he felt like she'd just ripped up his ticket out of here. To start with, she had Dan in her back pocket and he knew the bearings and other scientific crap that Miles didn't have the patience to learn himself. Secondly, finding Ben really was the crux of his plan and he hadn't gone much further than that thus far with fleshing things out. He had to forget about that now. He let out a sigh and applied more pressure when he kissed the woman on top of him this time, but Miles had plenty of aggrevation he needed to get out.
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Post by leandra on Jun 23, 2008 22:38:26 GMT -5
Just as she was getting into the kiss he stopped. She blanched slightly wondering if he was about to start shouting or teasing her again about being too easy. But instead he asked what the deal was with her and Desmond referring him to Happy Scotsman. At this point it wouldn't matter what she told him, because he didn't seem to be believing anything she says. But she would tell him the truth anyway.
"He's just a friend, a good friend, like a brother" she replied with a warm smile, thinking of Desmond always made her smile. "I had an accident back on the Island and he took care of me, we became close then" she continued. He probably wouldn't believe her though, Miles is the type of guy who wouldn't think a man could just be a friend with a woman and not be after anything else.
When he began to kiss her again he added a little more pressure, which she returned and let her tongue explore his mouth once more lost in her physical attraction, all doubts about what they had lost from her mind. For now.
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