BITE HARD @ sexy aleksei

[alasair luce]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px]Bears like fish, right? Alasair admittedly felt a little ridiculous to even attempt fishing, but hey. They say fishing's manly and Alasair is the patron of manliness when Aleksei is not involved. With a small inhale of breath, he casts his line, making sure the prowling Aleksei isn't nearby. The man has an uncanny ability to follow him everywhere like a wounded puppy. Frankly, it's quite endearing than Alasair lets on, but he wants this to be a surprise! ...Well, a surprise for both of them since Alasair was not expecting a bite already! Goodness! It's a tough cookie too, mmph. This better not be some godforsaken Magikarp. Gritting his teeth, he pulls hard only for the stubborn aquatic prey to pull even harder, causing Alasair to fall into the water. Oops. He also doesn't happen to be the strongest swimmer in all of existence either. ...Double oops. Help, Aleksei! [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe] [style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: sexy aleksei[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style]

[Aleksei Ivanov]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] Ah, what the hell. Seriously, that kid needed to stop rushing off to places that he just deemed fit. What was he supposed to do? Was he supposed to track him down, or something? Put his high, tall nose in the air and go sniff out the kid's trail? ... Okay, so that maybe was what he was doing, but what could he say? Honestly, he just needed his trainer by his side ( mostly for cuddles, yep, you totally got him, ) but that little rookie of a trainer decided to dash off by his own, anyway. What about his needs? Bejeebus. An affectionate, doting smile does climb its way over his lips, though, so it's obvious that he's forgiven Alasair already. With trudging steps, he makes his way over to the outskirts of town, having picked up a small trail of the other's scent. It's masked by the scent of the forest and water and Arceus-knew-what-else, but he couldn't lose Alasair's scent. No, it was too hypnotic and absolutely controlling to lose such a scent. He just rubs his hip, fingers grazing over their team name, before feeling something stunningly cold. Ah, what the hell. He didn't feel cold all that much, being a Cubchoo, but ... That was pretty damn cold. Hurrying his steps, he pauses for a second, before picking up a stronger scent of his darling princess at the lakes, a snarl splitting his lips before he hastens his strides, feverish oculars seeking out his Alasair. Then, he finds him. Alle-freakin'-llujah, jaysus. Slipping out of his simple, cotton shirt, he dives into the lakes, holding his breath rather easily; he doesn't mind all the cold, because he has Alasair back in his arms. He swipes Alasair into his chest, arms warm and muscular, holding the other close, before burying his nose into the other's hair and just inhaling. Arceus, yes. This was what he lived for. All chastises aside, Aleksei merely floats there, holding Alasair close. "Damn you, princess," he whispers, chuckling hopelessly, "don't give your guard an impromptu heart attack at five in the mornin', yeah?" [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #a9b7bb] [style=background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px]TAG: darling alasair[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style]

[alasair luce]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px]Maybe fishing wasn't the brightest of ideas. Alasair swallows a little too much lake water, but before he can really drown, somebody with strong arms suddenly pulls him into their embrace and he feels connected. From that connection, he knows instantly who it must be who rescued him. Good ol' Aleksei as always. Alasair briefly wonders how the man does it. The two of them are just floating casually in the lake and Alasair nestles into the other's arms, shivering with cold. His fishing pole is gone, oh well, but at least, he's alive. "My guard? I wasn't aware I had a guard. Maybe I was trying to do something nice for him for once!" He straddles the man in effort to avoid the water. "Aleksei, it's cold. Can we get out of the water now? ...Ican'tswim." [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe] [style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: sexy aleksei[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style]

[Aleksei Ivanov]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] "Something nice for him, like giving him a heart attack? Seriously, kiddo, you've got'ta step off'a the drugs." He's obviously joking, but his hold on Alasair doesn't seem to ever falter, merely holding him closer and tighter than he had been before. He merely presses his lips against the other's white strands, plastered to his scalp due to the water, and whispers some sort of mantra something along the lines of 'jaysus, kiddo, don't ever do this to me again', before finally hearing Alasair's serious plight. "... Are you bein' serious? You've got'ta be jokin'. Who the hell goes fishing when they can't swim?' He knows - definitely - that Alasair hadn't meant to get himself all splashed in the cold, dreary water, but no-one would be as careless as Alasair had been, just now. He sighs, though, cradling Alasair to his chest with his warm hands ( despite the fact that they had been in contact with the freezing lake water ) and pushes his trainer out of the water, placing him on the firm ground, whilst wallowing in the deep lake. "Never again, promise me," Aleksei says, firmly, warning gaze brilliant and feverish in his cerulean oculars, "a'ight? I'm too old'ta get those damn heart attacks so easily, kid. Got'ta spare me the strain, y'know?" Then, as if he wants to make sure that he has Alasair in his arms once more, he lays his head onto the other's lap, closing his eyes and letting out a sigh of absolute relief. "Thanks, by the way, for trying'ta catch me some fish. Next time, though, you just ask, yeah? I don't need some damn fishes when I have you instead." [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #a9b7bb] [style=background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px]TAG: darling alasair[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style]