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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 8:56:52 GMT -5
*Her lips tightened and her brow crinkled in frustration. Couldn't they just be kissing? Why did it have to be about her? And making love? She stepped back, her eyes lowered and her lips twitching, looking for words.*
"Then don't..." *She started, but her voice faded to little more than breath.* "It's just...it's a secret." *She swallowed, suddenly anxious and out of place.* "If you ever told anyone..."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 9:00:21 GMT -5
"Who would I have to tell?" *he murmured, reaching out to touch her cheek, trying to calm her.* "Do you trust me?"
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 12:48:46 GMT -5
"I..." *Her voice quivered, her eyes darting nervously.*
"I want to..."
*They found his and in that moment, she looked truly vulnerable.*
"But what if you change your mind?"
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 12:59:57 GMT -5
"I aim not ta," *he said.*
"An' my aim is sure."
*He kissed her lightly on the lips.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 13:33:47 GMT -5
"But how can you be sure?"
*Her brow furrowed, her question ringing in innocence. Her eyes sought his, begging him to understand how afraid she was.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 15:44:06 GMT -5
"I know what it is to want to disappear from the world...and to never be found."
*He held her hands in his, pressing them against the throbbing of his heart.*
"Please...let me call you by your real name."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 15:48:52 GMT -5
*She swooned at his words, his promises sweet as wildflower honey. Her lashes fluttered heavily and she rocked against him, needing the support when her knees weakened. Her lips were dry as she studied the buttons on his shirt, trying to find the words to let him down easy. But they didn't come, much to her surprise.*
"Lark." *She whispered, frozen for a moment after hearing it on her lips. "I..." *She looked up to his gaze timidly.* "It's Lark."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 15:51:10 GMT -5
"Lark..." *the word was warm on his lips, wrapping itself comfortably around his tongue.*
"That's right. That's you."
*He kissed her again, lingering at her lips to whisper.*
"Lark."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 16:06:54 GMT -5
*She smiled nervously, but accepted the kisses without question. It was hard to admit to herself, but there was something about the way he said it that...it made her stomach do the strangest things.*
"You sure?" *She scrunched her nose questioningly. It had been so long sense she'd been called by it, it seemed almost foreign.*
"I mean, I thought it was a bit silly."
*She nodded quickly.*
"I know, not as bad as Bullet."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 16:09:14 GMT -5
"Nothin' so bad as Bullet," *he agreed. He pulled back a bit to look at her, reaching to brush a loose strand of hair back, tucking it behind her ear.*
"...suits you."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 16:17:03 GMT -5
*She gave him a smirk of warning, looking like she might lay him out if he pushed the Bullet thing, but lightened. She twisted on her toes, her hands seeking his as she entwined their fingers. Glancing up with a touch of mischief, she queried softly.*
"Does that mean we can get back to..." *Her brow lifted suggestively.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 16:19:53 GMT -5
*He cocked his head, seeking her glance.*
"...you want me to kiss ya?" *he said with some surprise.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 16:27:45 GMT -5
*She met it with the first confidence she'd had since he'd wandered off.*
"Of course." *She answered with a playful hint.*
"What? You think I was just gonna give up my real name without something in return?"
*Her grin blossomed, spanning her face.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 16:32:25 GMT -5
"Jeeeesus, you're one for keepin' tasty li'l fact like that t'yerself. Here I thought I was being some disgusting, overbearin' old man forcin' himself on ya n' you wanted nothin' more than fer me t'be outta yer hair."
*He slid his arms around her, holding her close, aiming to kiss her properly, and without any of the reserve or shame he'd felt in it before. Grin met grin and he gently explored her lips, his hands smoothing her clothes against the trim lines of her lush figure.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 16:38:14 GMT -5
Oh!
*Lark gasped against his mouth, taking by his sudden eagerness. She tried to keep up but the act was still shiny with newness and it was a challenge to not be lost in it. Finally she remember to pause for breath and answer him.*
"No. Just...green." *She panted. Giving herself more time to steady herself, she smiled and quipped.*
"Isn't like a nice girl is gonna want things like that, right? But I didn't want to..."
...have you assuming.
"...suggest..."
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