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Post by Brandi on Jan 13, 2009 14:03:45 GMT -5
*Energy coursed through her, a fire perhaps, but a nourishing one. The beginning of a thunderstorm in a desert of emptiness, she could feel the comfort of who she had been before. Her kiss was hungry, satisfied and yet still needing more. One hand still tangled in his hair, the other eagerly sought out the buckle of his jeans. It was overwhelming and yet left her with a perfect clarity. It was strange. And perfect.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 13, 2009 14:17:52 GMT -5
There wasn't time to take his time. She might push him away--he might think better of it at any moment. His touch was not rough, but urgent. At some point, he could not have stopped without force, and later that would worry him. For now he pushed all thought from his mind, though that was not difficult. Peeling his jeans away, he reached for her skirt, his blood hot and racing, his senses closed to anything but her.
**FADE OUT**
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Post by Brandi on Jan 13, 2009 14:25:36 GMT -5
***FADE IN***
*It seemed endless ages since Brandi had felt sated like this. Delicious contentment. She rolled over slightly, savoring a cool patch of sheet against her glistening skin. Her heart started to slow and the ability to think properly started to come back to her. She started to wonder if she should be regretting this. Her skin still tingled, but not unpleasantly. Just warm and happy. And how could that be bad? Well...could it be? She was quiet for some time, until she couldn't keep her thoughts private anymore. She turned her face to his, cheeks still pink in exertion, and blinked slowly.*
"Baby..." *She started cautiously, a little worried that he was regretting the whole thing. Biting her lip, she continued, her eyes curious but also hopeful.*
"Are you...ok? I mean, was that...ok?"
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 13, 2009 14:30:10 GMT -5
It had been amazing. Mind-blowing, to use the cliche. Cry-Baby felt satisfied in a way he hadn't felt in ages, and yet he could imagine going for more, in just a few minutes...
And then it call came crashing in on him. What he'd done. What he'd allowed. And without warning, he started shaking, curling onto his side.
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Post by Brandi on Jan 13, 2009 14:37:05 GMT -5
"Baby?" *She whispered. But as he rolled onto his side, concern washed over her. What had she done? How could she have done this to him? He'd been so patient, so... She pushed herself up to sitting, scooting closer and trying to examine him, but suddenly worried to touch him.*
"Baby?" *She repeated, the word holding all of her concern.* "Please...did I...hurt you?"
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 13, 2009 14:50:57 GMT -5
He would have flinched away from her touch; as it was, he curled in tighter.
"You didn't stop me," he whispered. "You let me... I couldn't stop myself. Shouldn't've trusted myself, or the thing we had rigged up... should've known she'd find a way around it..."
He pushed himself up, grabbing his jeans. "'m sorry," he mumbled, unable to look at her. "Obviously can't do this. Ain't strong enough to keep away from you."
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Post by Brandi on Jan 13, 2009 14:58:02 GMT -5
*Brandi felt like her heart had been ripped, still beating from her chest. She lunged forward after him on the bed as he stood, her arm stretched out to him.*
"No! Please...I didn't...I mean, it wasn't you. I'm sorry. I just needed...I...I just..." *Her eyes fell, shame twinging in her. She whispered softly.* "...I missed you so much."
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 13, 2009 15:15:01 GMT -5
He twitched away, sick to his stomach. He wasn't really even thinking, just reacting to the .
"Can't let myself go like that," he whispered, as if to himself. "Don't wanna hurt you... Can't lose control..."
Wasn't like he didn't miss her. But he couldn't trust that feeling. Could he?
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Post by Brandi on Jan 13, 2009 15:22:32 GMT -5
*But wasn't that the point? It had been a choice, hadn't it? Brandi shook her head anxiously.*
"I'm sorry, Baby. I didn't mean to...make you...if you didn't want..." *She tried to minimize the wounded sound in her voice.*
"I just thought...we both needed..." *The words ran dry and she sucked her lip, staring at the edge of the bed between them. She felt stupid, like she should have known better.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 13, 2009 15:25:08 GMT -5
"Don't know what I need, do I?" Cry-Baby said, turning, though he did not raise his eyes. "At th' mercy of this thing inside me, wantin' all the time... 'Course I wanted you. I always want you. Ain't that the problem?"
He held himself back, wanting to punch a wall or something, wanting to bury himself in her arms. Instead he hovered, near the door.
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Post by Brandi on Jan 13, 2009 15:32:49 GMT -5
"Didn't used to be." *Brandi whispered, as much to herself as to him. Pressing her lips, she dared to look up at him.*
"I just mean...before...that is...I wanted you then too. Is it so terrible to feel that?"
*Of course it was. At least as long as things were so unsure. She sank back on the bed, pulling the sheet up around her.*
"I didn't mean to hurt you. Or make you...I'm just sorry."
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 13, 2009 15:36:05 GMT -5
Cry-baby looked up now, his brow furrowed.
"You didn't hurt me," he said urgently. "Never, baby. Felt amazing. But I didn't... I felt... I shouldn't have let myself lose control like that. No telling what might happen, or where it comes from. Can't do that to you again."
((This is just like the honeymoon bit in the Twilight books, hahaha.))
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Post by Brandi on Jan 13, 2009 15:42:48 GMT -5
((I'll take your word for it. I have yet to read them.))
*Brandi's brow lifted, her eyes imploring.*
"But...if you--we--can't because we don't know where it's from..." *She swallowed, following the thought.*
"Then...when we be able...well, know...that it's ok again? I mean, how can we know something like that?"
*Her lips tightened briefly, worry in her expression as she asked.*
"Did it feel...like the other...I mean, it just felt..." *Her lashes shut in the memory.* "Like we used to."
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 13, 2009 15:48:09 GMT -5
((Don't. They suck. Basically, they wake up the morning after and she's all bruised, and he goes on this extended guilt trip about how he's hurt her and they'll never do it again, and she's all, "dude, I liked it" and it's dumb.))
He ran a hand through his hair, though it didn't to much to tame the greased locks. "Don't know anything anymore," he admitted. "Can't remember what's up or down, right and wrong. Can't trust myself to tell the difference, if it means hurtin' you."
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Post by Brandi on Jan 13, 2009 15:51:13 GMT -5
"But you didn't." *Brandi blurted out too quickly, scooting forward again to sit on the edge of the bed, sheet held to her chest.*
"I want to believe that sometimes...it can be you and me. I mean, couldn't it be? Didn't it feel like it?" *Her voice broke in the question. What if it wasn't? Was she trying to rationalize it too much?*
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