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Engaged
Jul 27, 2009 23:53:39 GMT -5
Post by Chuck Bass on Jul 27, 2009 23:53:39 GMT -5
*He found no other way to respond other than to kiss her with bruising force, holding her far too tightly.*
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Engaged
Jul 28, 2009 0:00:36 GMT -5
Post by Adrienne on Jul 28, 2009 0:00:36 GMT -5
*With a cry of protest she pulled away.*
"N'osez pas de me touche... de... " *A pause. Something within her broke and suddenly one hand was tangled at the nape of his neck and the other was wrapped around and pulling her closer to him.*
"Dieu au ciel n'arrête pas"
*Closing the gap, she pressed all of herself against him--her lips, her chest, her stomach, her legs, desperately making contact anywhere she could. His jawline and neck were sites for occasional exploration, but for the most part she returned to his mouth, drunk on long-denied sensation.*
*It was the most she'd felt since before her father's funeral--and it felt like coming home.*
(("Don't you dare to touc-- to...""God in heaven don't stop"
in addition, the form of address changes from formal 'vous' to informal 'tu'.))
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Engaged
Jul 28, 2009 14:48:25 GMT -5
Post by Chuck Bass on Jul 28, 2009 14:48:25 GMT -5
*With one hand at her waist and the other low on her back, he held her even closer. Their kisses here haphazard, messy like it didn't matter where they landed. He needed to feel her, have her... and he couldn't do it with the dress keeping them apart. With impatient hands, he pulled at the dress, desperately pulling the skirt above her knees and hips. He then backed her up against a wall, this time with more passion than anger.*
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Engaged
Jul 28, 2009 14:51:56 GMT -5
Post by Adrienne on Jul 28, 2009 14:51:56 GMT -5
*Attempting to keep contact with his mouth, she pulled her arms back and began nimbly unbuttoning the row of fasteners down her back. One side promptly began falling off her shoulder, leaving a shift beneath (she'd untied her bustle and underskirts in the same few motions).*
*A very small part of her found it ironic that it was Chuck removing her wedding dress.*
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Engaged
Jul 28, 2009 15:00:22 GMT -5
Post by Chuck Bass on Jul 28, 2009 15:00:22 GMT -5
*With that piece of clothing gone, he kept her pinned against the wall and himself. Every movement, every sound she made, every inch of skin he saw added to his desperation. Chuck could no longer wait--*
***FADE OUT***
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Engaged
Jul 28, 2009 15:02:23 GMT -5
Post by Adrienne on Jul 28, 2009 15:02:23 GMT -5
***FADE IN***
*Every time he was in the room, it seemed, she was at least ten times as irresponsible. At the moment, however, this was not what she was thinking about. They had somehow wound up tangled in the sheets of the bed in the other room, and she was quite content to lay half-next-to, half-on-top-of him for the time being.*
*Subconsciously, she probably knew this would be her last chance to do so.*
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Engaged
Jul 28, 2009 15:13:15 GMT -5
Post by Chuck Bass on Jul 28, 2009 15:13:15 GMT -5
*His desire to remember everything single moment was the only thing keeping him awake. He had to remember; he wouldn't be able to be this close to her ever again.
Sighing quietly, he gently brought her closer and kissed the top of her head, taking in the scent of her hair as he did.*
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Engaged
Jul 28, 2009 15:23:50 GMT -5
Post by Adrienne on Jul 28, 2009 15:23:50 GMT -5
*Adrienne, for her part, was rapidly drawing nearer to slumber. She mumbled something that could have been 'je t'aime' or just a mash-up of syllables uttered in a sleepy daze before her breathing evened and she settled into his side, too far gone to remember she was getting married to someone else in the morning.*
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Engaged
Jul 28, 2009 15:44:56 GMT -5
Post by Chuck Bass on Jul 28, 2009 15:44:56 GMT -5
*But by dawn, Chuck was no longer there. He couldn't stay and he couldn't ask her to leave with him. This time, he really was running.*
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Engaged
Jul 28, 2009 15:49:36 GMT -5
Post by Adrienne on Jul 28, 2009 15:49:36 GMT -5
*An unassuming maid passed the hurried man in the hallway, on her way to prepare Lady d'Enjorlas for her wedding. She paid the incident no mind until she caught the subtle twinge of disappointment in Adrienne's voice.*
*Other than that twinge, Adrienne steeled herself. He had done exactly as predicted--run. She would be married, and he would go back to New York. It would be as if the previous night had not happened.*
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