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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 16:44:34 GMT -5
"Hell, Lark..." *he murmured, reaching up to fiddle with a piece of her hair.* "If I ever hurt ya or scare ya or do wrong by ya, ya tell me. Scream at me. Beat it inna me. 'Cause I never wanna do it again."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 16:47:08 GMT -5
*The strength of his demeanor overwhelmed her, but in a good way. She bit her lip, trying to find floor around him to look at instead.*
"I just...I don't want you to get the wrong impression 'bout me. I mean, I'm a traveling girl, but..."
And that comes with it's own complications.
"Not that I think that you think that...you know. I just...you're not like anyone I've ever met."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 16:49:36 GMT -5
"I don't 'spect ya t'be anythin' but whatcha are," *said Jake earnestly. He squeezed her hand.* "Let's take it one day at a time, alright?"
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 16:57:52 GMT -5
"Deal." *She answered, grin renewed. Lark found herself staring at her hand outstretched in the cramped space between them and felt rather sheepish.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 17:00:16 GMT -5
*Jake shook her hand and sealed it with a kiss, pecking her lightly on the lips.*
"I could git used to doin' that," *he said with a grin.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 21, 2008 17:11:55 GMT -5
*She giggled, pushing up on her toes to nuzzle her forehead to his. Lark knew better, not to get to close, not to let someone in. There would be heartache in the end. It didn't matter the hand, the cards were always the same. But she refused to listen to her head. Her heart was thundering in her ears, drowning out all warnings, every concern. She just knew that he was here, now and she wanted him.*
"Don't tempt me..." *She warned gently, bringing her lips to his, tentative but eager.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 22, 2008 7:12:07 GMT -5
*There was something so sweet, having a girl kiss him like that. It'd been so long since he'd known a girl like her--these European city types had none of her charm. Truth be told, he'd never felt this way about anyone, even back home. All his sweethearts there had been feverish flashes in the pan, a bored young man's invented passions stemming from the frustrated urges of his body. Lark was something else altogether. He didn't have to have her, didn't imagine that he could, or would, easily; but there was something in just being with her, talking to her, seeing her eyes light up with a joke, watching her face as she struggled to conceal her emotions...her fear, her uncertainty, her desire. He would sooner have shot himself than taken advantage of her as he felt he certainly could.*
"I might say the same t'you, Trouble," *he murmured, taking the kiss she offered with gentle warmth.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 22, 2008 7:16:47 GMT -5
*She couldn't help but giggle against his soft lips. They were strange in comparison to the rest of him, so gruff and earthy. It seemed odd that a man could be both strong and tender. But it was awful nice.*
"Guess we'll just have to risk it." *She purred as her fingers slipped cautiously up into his hair to steady herself in his embrace. Unsure of what she was doing in the grand scheme of things, she gently sucked his bottom lip between hers.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 22, 2008 7:24:03 GMT -5
*Jake nearly groaned aloud. She had no idea just what she was doing to him, and somehow that made him want her all the more. He held her face in his hands and concentrated on kissing her, brushing his lips against her cheeks, her nose, her eyelids, her forehead. He had to remember to breathe.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 22, 2008 7:28:59 GMT -5
*Lark had no idea that there was so much involved in such a seemingly simple act. It was just so...nice. He was so eager (is a good way) and yet he didn't even try to force her into speeding things up. Unless this was speeding things up. Her head was buzzing and she was trying to let her silly thoughts melt away and just savor this. Him. The musky sweet smell of him, the tingle in the air, his mouth on her. Doing her best to please him in kind, she did what she could to show her appreciation, mimicking his kisses and seeking nearby flesh of his cheek and jaw.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 22, 2008 7:43:50 GMT -5
*Jake let his arms loop around her, holding her with a kind of casual intimacy that sent peace flooding through him. The quiet of the stables, the musty, prickling warmth of the air, the scents of tangy leather and living breath surrounding them with calm. He rested his cheek against her hair for a moment, breathing her in.*
"You're a long drink o' water on a hot n' dusty day," *he half-whispered to himself.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 22, 2008 7:48:05 GMT -5
*Lark's eyes widened a moment, starting at the ceiling, his face past hers.*
"Oh!" *She whispered, still reeling.* "No one's ever...said something like that before."
*It sounded silly, but it was true. She'd never been looking and so she didn't much mind not finding it. But now she kinda wondered what she'd been missing. Or...if she'd just been waiting. For him. She tried to shake away the thought. It was too much too fast and she knew she shouldn't let herself get whisked away. So she refocused her efforts, drawing soft kisses down his strong jaw.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 22, 2008 8:17:02 GMT -5
*Jake sensed her need for distraction, and so he let her draw him back to her lips, tasting her, teasing her.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 22, 2008 8:20:16 GMT -5
*Oh yes, this was better. Safer. Inviting. She smiled against his mouth, delighting in the pleasure of the moment with him. Her breaths started to smooth, her nervous nature melting a bit as she enjoyed the growing familiarity of his lips.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 22, 2008 8:29:57 GMT -5
*He felt her grow calm, more still rather than tense, easing into the rhythm and pulse of their bodies coming together in that sensitive touch of mouth upon mouth. He moved slowly, gently, so as not to inspire fear or intimidation; but he pressed them closer together, letting her take in the feeling of having a man so close to her, his hands shaping themselves against her flesh, dipping into her waist, flaring against her hips, rounding themselves to cup her behind, holding her gently.**
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