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Post by Aimée-Cosette on Mar 8, 2008 20:52:19 GMT -5
((... we could always pick up the Derek/Bonnie thing, because Derek's a SEXBOMB.))
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Mar 9, 2008 2:31:32 GMT -5
((Ooh, that's a good idea! It'll throw some extra drama in there.))
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Post by Derek on Mar 9, 2008 2:51:33 GMT -5
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Post by Scarlett O'Hara on Mar 10, 2008 16:02:16 GMT -5
"Why not?" *Scarlett agreed.* "Ah'll call my maid, and we'll go from there..."
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on May 5, 2008 18:03:37 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
Bonnie-Marie opened the door and ushered Cry-Baby inside, closing it again immediately as though worried someone might walk by and see the two in here together. She turned to look at him.
"Well...what do we do?"
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Post by Cry Baby on May 5, 2008 18:09:00 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby smiled gently.*
"Well... I make you feel real good."
*He stepped forward, slowly, trying not to scare her, and took her hand. Then he cupped her face with the other one, and kissed her gently.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on May 5, 2008 18:13:51 GMT -5
Unfortunately, the moment his lips touched hers all her anxiety rushed back. She didn't pull away, but inadvertantly bit his lip instead.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she gasped.
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Post by Cry Baby on May 6, 2008 9:12:46 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby grinned, not at all put out.*
"Maybe we'll get to later," *he said.* Little minx. *His fingers traced the edge of her face, then combed through her hair.* "C'mere."
*Cry-Baby pulled her into his arms and held her close, kissing the top of her head. Maybe, if she felt--if she could pretend--this was something more, she'd be easier. His conscience was not untroubled.
He wondered how much she really wanted this.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on May 6, 2008 16:12:04 GMT -5
Standing this close to him, with his arms around her back and her face in the crook of his neck, Bonnie-Marie had no idea what she felt or what she wanted. He smelled good, and it was nice to be held by a man, but she couldn't forget the situation. He was someone else's boyfriend and he was only here to impregnate her.
Still, he was pretty hot. She tried to focus on that fact instead of the others as she leaned up to try kissing him again.
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Post by Cry Baby on May 6, 2008 16:23:50 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby cupped the back of her head as they kissed, thinking about Brandi and all she meant to him and putting something tender in the kiss.
If it was what Bonnie-Marie wanted...*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on May 9, 2008 16:35:00 GMT -5
She kissed him back comfortably, giving all the outward signs of having no problem with this. Inwardly she could hardly believe how awkward the situation was.
She tried thinking of Ichabod, who she'd had no trouble kissing before he'd suddenly disappeared without a trace. She tried thinking of Dominic, who she'd had no trouble kissing before he'd thrown himself off the opera house roof and splattered into a million pieces on the back steps. She tried thinking of Sean Connery, Johnny Depp, George Clooney, Cary Grant. She thought of so many things other than what she was doing that she began to drift sideways and didn't notice it until she realizied her lips were now pressed to Cry-Baby's jawline.
"Oh, sorry..." she murmured, returning her lips to his mechanically.
She tried thinking of Derek...
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Post by Cry Baby on May 10, 2008 10:25:45 GMT -5
"Don't be," *he said.* "Felt good."
*He kissed her for a moment, then moved his own lips down her jaw to her neck.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on May 14, 2008 15:43:35 GMT -5
She closed her eyes and imagined it was Derek's mouth upon her neck. Or maybe he was Dominic, back from the dead to make love to her once more. She opened her eyes and imagined he was Ichabod, returned to her from afar, or Roux, here for seemingly no other reason than to give her a sense of the exotic from the road...
She swooned, moaned. Her thin white fingers wrapped themselves in the fabric of his shirt and she leaned back, leaned into the wall, pulling Cry-Baby against her.
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Post by Cry Baby on May 14, 2008 15:57:50 GMT -5
*Well. This was more like it. He didn't know what she was thinking, what might be going on in that pretty little head, but she seemed to be having a little more fun. His hair fell into his face, increasing his resemblance to other Depps, as he followed her lead and pressed her up against the wall. Her lithe dancer's body didn't hurt none, and he'd be lying to say he wasn't interested.
He wished these old-fashioned girls didn't wear so many clothes. Then again, he wasn't sure she wanted him to take them off. Eventually, he swept her up and carried her to the bed.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on May 14, 2008 16:03:43 GMT -5
In the dim light shining through her thin curtains, and with her senses as confused as they were, he could easily be any one of her former--or future--lovers. She raised herself enough to kiss him, then wrapped her arms around him and allowed them both to sink back down onto the bed.
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