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Post by Adrienne on Jan 20, 2009 22:04:03 GMT -5
*She tried her best to look disgusted, and surprisingly with all that raw emotion boiling about it wasn't hard.*
"Tu me fais malade." *She spat, knowing struggling at this point was useless.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 20, 2009 22:14:09 GMT -5
*As soon as the words left her mouth, he crudely kissed her.*
*His mind was blank. It was as if his body was on autopilot.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 20, 2009 22:24:56 GMT -5
*Her cries of protest were muffled; her arms were trapped but that didn't stop her from trying to wrench herself away. And failing. Miserably. The fact of the matter was that she was smaller than he was, and weaker--she wasn't a match for him.*
*Once she realized this, an intended cry of outrage was suddenly uncertain, and ended up coming out like a squeak. She had no idea what was going to happen, and worse... she didn't care. Whatever it was, she wanted it.*
*Her hands wound in his hair and she was suddenly kissing back. Harder, more certainly, with more feeling than she ever had before. She pressed her body and lips against his and just gave herself over to whatever was happening. She wanted it and she no longer had the willpower to resist.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 20, 2009 22:34:34 GMT -5
*Her reciprocating didn't prompt him to slow down. In fact, it did the exact opposite. His kisses became more passionate, almost desperate and wild. The grip he had on her arms, however, loosened and his hands gripped her waist, pressing her even closer against him.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 20, 2009 22:38:07 GMT -5
*One hand slid down to tangle in the fine hairs at the nape of his neck and the other dropped to his tie, pulling him towards her and managing to undo it in the process. By instinct her kisses migrated, leaving a trail across his jawline and becoming hotter when she reached his neck.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 20, 2009 22:44:11 GMT -5
*Dammit. The nape of his neck. Breathless curses left his mouth.*
*His hands left her for a split second to throw aside his undone tie but quickly returned. Effortlessly, he picked her up and pinned her up against the bookcase with his body so that her legs were around his waist. He reached behind her and desperately began working on undoing her dress.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 20, 2009 22:49:56 GMT -5
*She attempted to help him but soon realized her efforts were best saved for unbuttoning his shirt, which she promptly did. That done, she managed to pull her dress over her head (with some difficulty, given the volume of the thing). She was left in only her shift as she wrapped her legs tighter around him, continuing to kiss whatever skin was convenient.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 20, 2009 22:56:14 GMT -5
*Both their breaths were quick, shallow and hot as his kisses traveled down her neck then past her collar bones. Easily shrugging off his shirt, he pressed himself even closer to her.*
****FADE OUT****
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 20, 2009 23:02:00 GMT -5
****FADEIN****
*Somehow they'd managed to wind up on a loveseat, Adrienne wrapped up in Chuck's arms. Her breathing and heartbeat slowed, but her mind reeled... either that had been the best or worst decision she'd ever made.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 20, 2009 23:07:50 GMT -5
*Chuck leaned in a kissed her slowly.*
"You okay?" *he asked softly.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 20, 2009 23:12:37 GMT -5
*She merely nodded, not quite able to think of something to say. Except she suddenly realized Rose was still due to come in and douse the fire before she went to sleep, and Coralie was still awake and could walk in at any moment...*
*She bit her lip.* "Except it might be a good idea to move.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 20, 2009 23:19:56 GMT -5
*He grinned.*
"That fear's kind of an aphrodisiac," *he said joked, his face close to her so she could feel his breath on her skin.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 20, 2009 23:21:27 GMT -5
"Given this is you we're talking about, a lot of things could fall under that category. I, however, would rather my surrogate mother not walk in. Trust me, she's scarier than my father and she'll tell him."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 20, 2009 23:25:57 GMT -5
"Hmm..." *he said, making a thoughtful face.* "Well, in that case, I think we should get out of here before he runs me through."
*Chuck reluctantly got up, retrieved his shirt and his tie and put them back on.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 20, 2009 23:31:10 GMT -5
*The shift (which had been bunched around her thighs) gave sufficient coverage for a trip up to her room, clothes clutched in her hands. After laying the clothes over a chair, she closed the door and went to find a nightgown to change into.*
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