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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 1:32:08 GMT -5
Post by Jay Gatsby on Jan 7, 2008 1:32:08 GMT -5
"The beginning of what?" *he stared at her curiously. For someone who seemed to have all the answers, she was very vague in giving them.*
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 1:34:30 GMT -5
Post by Avarielle on Jan 7, 2008 1:34:30 GMT -5
*She shrugged.* I don't know what you're trying, sir, but whatever it is has to have a beginning. I mean, you could get a new job, or move to a new house, or kiss a new girl, or go visit your family, or whatever you need to do to get started.
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 1:38:14 GMT -5
Post by Jay Gatsby on Jan 7, 2008 1:38:14 GMT -5
"I have no family, I need no job, and I like my house just fine," *he said flatly, before meeting her gaze.*
"...but then..." *he murmured with a strange look on his face, moving a step nearer, his hand drifting to rest on her waist.*
"...what was the last option?"
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 1:40:05 GMT -5
Post by Avarielle on Jan 7, 2008 1:40:05 GMT -5
*Her silvery eyes widened slightly as she looked up at him.* To, um, to do...to do whatever you needed to do...sir?
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 1:44:59 GMT -5
Post by Jay Gatsby on Jan 7, 2008 1:44:59 GMT -5
"No, I don't believe that was it," *he said softly.* "Pardon me, may I just--?"
*he pressed his lips gently to hers, a tremor of uncertainty passing from his to hers.*
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 1:47:41 GMT -5
Post by Avarielle on Jan 7, 2008 1:47:41 GMT -5
*She kissed him back, hesitating slightly but going with it.*
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 1:55:07 GMT -5
Post by Jay Gatsby on Jan 7, 2008 1:55:07 GMT -5
*He slid his arm further around her waist, drawing her closer as his other hand rose to bury his fingers gently in her hair.*
"You saved my life," *he murmured senselessly against her lips.*
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 1:57:15 GMT -5
Post by Avarielle on Jan 7, 2008 1:57:15 GMT -5
And you saved mine. *Her eyes fluttered closed as she kissed him, letting him pul her in closer.*
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 1:59:26 GMT -5
Post by Jay Gatsby on Jan 7, 2008 1:59:26 GMT -5
"I nearly killed you, you fool," *he said even as both hands now buried themselves in her slick hair as he moved to deepen the kiss.*
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 2:02:37 GMT -5
Post by Avarielle on Jan 7, 2008 2:02:37 GMT -5
Well, after that. *She clung to him tightly as she kissed him, trying to push Tony out of her mind.*
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 2:03:47 GMT -5
Post by Jay Gatsby on Jan 7, 2008 2:03:47 GMT -5
*Gatsby tilted her head back as she spoke, pressing his lips against her throat, feeling her voice vibrating gently against the soft skin and shuddering inwardly at the movement.*
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 2:05:48 GMT -5
Post by Avarielle on Jan 7, 2008 2:05:48 GMT -5
*She couldn't help a slight moan at the press of his lips, her eyes closing again.*
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 2:07:49 GMT -5
Post by Jay Gatsby on Jan 7, 2008 2:07:49 GMT -5
*He paused a moment.*
"Jay Gatsby, how do you do?" *he said in a strained whisper before flicking his tongue against the delicate line of her jaw.*
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 2:09:51 GMT -5
Post by Avarielle on Jan 7, 2008 2:09:51 GMT -5
Avarielle. No last name. *She returned her mouth to his fiercely.*
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Wangst
Jan 7, 2008 2:25:40 GMT -5
Post by Jay Gatsby on Jan 7, 2008 2:25:40 GMT -5
*Gatsby lost himself in his senses, reeling. Daisy had always been so refined...so flirty...she had never let herself go to him like this. He could never recall holding a warm, wet body so close to his, warding off the chill of the air with the heat of each other, almost tasting the salt tang of blood upon one's tongue as gently, then with more force, teeth urged the softer lips into greater abandonment.*
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