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Post by Desdemona on Nov 3, 2006 20:22:59 GMT -5
Desper pulled his hands away by the wrist and calmed down, her face a little red from laughing too much. "Now I'm not," She said, sticking out a toungue for a moment before licking his neck.
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Post by Kale on Nov 3, 2006 20:25:27 GMT -5
"Yeah yeah, but I'm sitll atop you," he reminded her, wiggling his fingers at her - almost as if taunting her. Now that he knew she was tickling, one could be sure he'd bring it up at a later time.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 3, 2006 20:28:33 GMT -5
"And what's the use of being on top if you have no hands to control?" Despereaux smirked, testing him again but knew right off the bat he'd pass. She wondered again how far she'd gotten in his book. It was like she had forgotten homework during the first quarter of the semester and was making up for it now.
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Post by Kale on Nov 3, 2006 20:37:19 GMT -5
"Well, my weight alone can still hold you down. That accounts for something, now doesn't it?" Every word he spoke seemed to flow off his tounge effortlessly, as if he had these sentences planned out - the whole lot of them - from the very beginning; as if he were simply waiting for the correct time to slip each one into play.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 3, 2006 20:40:58 GMT -5
Desperaux raised an eyebrow and gently lifted her head up off the couch to offer him a kiss from her redish pink soft lips. Opposed to Des' lips which were sometimes chapped or dry hence why she licked her lips a lot of the time. Desper let a small smil slip accross her face.
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Post by Kale on Nov 3, 2006 20:47:26 GMT -5
Fissure accepted the kiss, and met her lips with his own - a deep mocha color and smooth and cool as brook water. He was definatley a man to envy; radiant and almost perfect in everyway. Damn, she was a lucky bitch to get such a good catch.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 3, 2006 20:52:14 GMT -5
Despereaux didn't quite think herself lucky at all at this point. Yes, she thought he was a handsome young man, but didn't really know his age now did she? Yes, she thought he was a good kisser and probably better at other things. Yes, he was smart and the first guy to get all A's in her book. But she always was on the defensive. Just her nature.
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Post by Kale on Nov 3, 2006 20:58:36 GMT -5
Fissure pulled away slowly, tipping his head to one side as he looked at her. "Something wrong? I'm not....really crushing you, am I?"
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 3, 2006 21:01:48 GMT -5
Desper blinked. Did he know that she wans't letting him in? Was her defensiveness really that easy to depict? She stared at him for a moment, pretending to think of what he was talking about without really pretending at all. "What do you mean?" She asked, preparing an excuse, and the truth just popped up instead.
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Post by Kale on Nov 3, 2006 21:06:37 GMT -5
"I mean, am I crushing you?" He questioned, blinking a few times. "I mean, I AM lying on top of you; I was just curious as to wether or not I was crushing you." Fissure replied, a completley honest smile written across his face.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 3, 2006 21:11:23 GMT -5
"Oh! No, you're fine. I've had to hold much larger weights than you," Desper said, smiling and a bit relieved that he hadn't noticed, or she thought he hadn't. Before he could ask again, she was kissing him again, letting go of his hands now, trusting him.
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Post by Kale on Nov 3, 2006 21:15:40 GMT -5
Fissure hesitated for the blink of an eye before returning her kisses. His found their way to rest beside her head; ready to push himself up if need be.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 3, 2006 21:19:18 GMT -5
Despereaux licked her lips, finding his ear and nibbling gently, giggling as she gently and playfully chomped down on it. Mainly a wolf thing to do but was a playful gestur everywhere.
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Post by Kale on Nov 3, 2006 21:26:19 GMT -5
Fissure chuckled, running his finger through her hair. "You are one flirty little creature," he mumbled, leaning down to snuff at her hair, before kissing her forehead.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 3, 2006 21:32:20 GMT -5
Despereaux shrugged like she didn't know why she was but that was a huge lie. She was flirty right now because she didn't want him to sense that she wasn't letting him in. Besides, he had only known her for, what? Three weeks before she trusted him to see the real her? And yet he hadn't really asked if he could date her either. HE didn't even ask to come!
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Post by Kale on Nov 3, 2006 21:35:55 GMT -5
"Oh, come now. What are you hiding from me now?" Fissure questioned with a smirk. "Am I making you uncomfortable now?"
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 3, 2006 21:42:38 GMT -5
This was getting dangerous. Despereaux shook her head and stopped smiling. "No, you aren't," She said, offering a half smile.
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Post by Kale on Nov 3, 2006 21:45:35 GMT -5
"I am, aren't I?" He questioned, tilting his head. "Desper...I could...go now if you'd like," Fissure offered, in a tone that assured it would be no problem if she wished that of him.
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Post by Desdemona on Nov 3, 2006 21:49:25 GMT -5
"No, you don't have to. I'm not uncomfortable, persay," Despereaux said kind of relieved that she didn't have to get all grumpy again at him in her defensive way. "It's just... you're wonderful," She said, not really lying but wandering off track. "And I just really don't feel like I deserve this, really.."
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Post by Kale on Nov 3, 2006 21:51:51 GMT -5
"Aww, and why not?" He questioned, tilting his head to one side. "I don't see why you woulnd't deserve this; I mean...I'm doing it off my own free will. It's not like...you'd have to earn anything from me."
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