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Post by byronspencerparson on Nov 6, 2006 20:23:07 GMT -6
"Time should freeze." He whispered, smiling at her peck, his fingertips dancing atop her skin like they were ballerina's on ice.
"Just to keep your beauty in an everlasting lock, so forth I can forever sit and admire. A dream of eternity without ever giving up my own life."
His lips locked upon hers, kept close to them. No tongue, no more touching, just that one special kiss that he let purge against her lips for a lingering moment and when his lips parted, he sighed.
"There are so many things I wish to last." He smiled, "Another kiss that won't end so sudden."
He felt an urge to take her then, but then what would he earn? A ruined friendship and something that could change into something more? Oh the perils that this night seemed to face him with, but in his mind he wouldn't change it for anything else.
His hand slipped beneath his waist, linked the button with its cloth slit, and smiled at her.
"Another night, love, but why ruin it on my part? A sweating night pays for nothing for a relationship when only two rely on looks to keep it going."
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Post by ella on Nov 6, 2006 20:41:20 GMT -6
Kimberley felt a jolt run down to her toes and she gave a shaky sigh, lolling her head back on her shoulders. "Oh, Spencer, why must you be so romantic?" she asked, and then placed a finger to his lips to show she was asking a rhetorical question. A lazy smile was placed onto her lips and she just laid there, gently breathing.
A spur of the moment thing came over her and she smirked at Spencer. Leaning in close to his ear, she breathed, "Let's save this moment for another time. Right now, let's go do something..../wild/." Yes, wild seemed like the best word for things she felt like doing at that moment. |
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Post by byronspencerparson on Nov 6, 2006 20:45:12 GMT -6
"What do you have in mind?" As her fingers touched his lips, he took it in his hand before it could fall all the way, "There are lots of things that are /wild/ but not many are right for someone as good as you to do."
Shootin' it up, poppin, shroomin...That was wild...But not what he had in mind.
"Dancing is ruled out..." He said quickly, shaking a finger.
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Post by ella on Nov 6, 2006 20:54:33 GMT -6
Kimberley pouted. "You control what I do now?" she said, and giggled, kissing his nose lightly.
"What did I have in mind? Anything fun. And I promise there will be absouletly no dancing unless I get really drunk and start giving lap dances," Kim smirked and nodded gently. She had been known to get quite drunk and stupid at times. It was quite amusing on all parts.
"Skinny-dipping's fun....but...not that wild. Something like skinny dipping but more...reckless," she said with a little wink. [/sup] |
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Post by byronspencerparson on Nov 6, 2006 21:05:59 GMT -6
He smiled, kissed her back on the lips for a second, and then bounded into the front seat. He was clumbsy at first, but when his rear hit the seat, he was alright.
"I'm at the wheel baby, say your place, and I can get us there." He snapped his fingers, dug into his pockets, produced his cell phone and his keys.
"Just say the word."
He wouldn't drive off until she was up in the front seat with him, until she was there aside him.
It made him happy to do this. It was like being home...but no parents freaking out because of curfew!
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Post by faith on Nov 6, 2006 21:07:57 GMT -6
Ashley walked onto the dance floor and started dancing right away. Dancing was not her best quality but she really wasnt bad at it. She got much attention when she danced mainly because she was out there and would let herself be free. Anything goes on the dance floor was her motto.
The music just went trough her and the aroma in the air it all just felt so good so right to her. Plus she was drunk so that gave her even more attention! She rarley ever drank but when she did it would mean she was really upset and she would drink ALOT.
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Post by ella on Nov 6, 2006 21:18:08 GMT -6
A giggle came from her lips and she clumsily slipped her dress back on. A smile spread over her face, she stepped into the front seat and sat down. Reaching her hand across to place on his knee, she continued to smile at Spencer.
Anywhere? Well...she couldn't pick. But after a while she grinned and said, "Let's go...to the beach." A laugh came from her lips and she smiled triumphantly. [/sup] |
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Post by byronspencerparson on Nov 6, 2006 21:23:21 GMT -6
The key slipped in, a chill climbed his back, himself feeling tighter in his clothes when everything tensed.
He could make that bold move and slip her hand a little further up his thigh, but he dared not do anything at this moment. Disrupt his driving? HA!"
The car tugged out of the parking lot, turning like a great beast stalking upon the road. Rocks crunched beneath the tire, scraped the ground as he turned out onto th emain road.
"Isnt' there a party at the beach?" He'd heard something about it, but didn't pay too much attention. Personally, he could care less.
He let a free hand wrap hers and slowly climb up but a few inches up his thigh. It sent chills down his spine, down his legs, creating a sudden urge down below, a splurge of energy.
His voice quivered as he breathed, his eyes half-closing, but opening back to the road, forcing themselves to remain focused.
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Post by jessicaholland on Nov 6, 2006 21:35:14 GMT -6
Jessi smiled. Rejection hurt, but it was only temporary. Not like this pretty little boy was any different from any of the other ones. "No, I'd rather not," she said, pulling herself away from him a few inches so she could look him in the eyes. She smiled again, a thin smile.
"I'm sorry to have kept you, Marky." She took a step back, "Have fun with your date."
Without giving him a chance to reply, she turned and pushed her way through the mass of people on the dance floor, putting distance between her and Mark. Hm, who else was here? Anyone good? She was quick to move on, no use in lingering where there is nothing left to have.
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Post by ella on Nov 6, 2006 22:43:00 GMT -6
A smile spread over her face and she gave a gentle shrug. "So what if there's a party. That just means I can get drunk and give you some pleasures," Kim grinned and slowly tip-toed her fingers up his thigh a slight bit more.
Head tilted on the side, her hair fell down over her cheek a little bit, making her look awfully cute. "Hmm, Spencer?" she asked lightly, not quite sure what to say...but she had to ask.
She thought for a moment and then gave a little sigh.
"Will you still love me in the morning?" Kim breathed. [/sup] |
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Post by byronspencerparson on Nov 6, 2006 22:50:11 GMT -6
"Will you?" He looked at her, the vibrations of his monster purring beneath both of them.
Spencer no longer smiled, but rather had a calm and simple expression. The one that suggested more than what it appeared.
He looked back at the road, the hand grabbing her wrist again, shifting it further up, "And I don't want you drunk, you may forget the excitement of the night in a drunken swift of love."
He was scared to even see her drunk...It was...weird just thinking about it. Maybe she was funner? Or maybe she was silly and clumbsy? A clumbsy drunk always caused more trouble than the other two. Especially this boy knew!
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Post by ella on Nov 6, 2006 22:58:28 GMT -6
Kim didn't even have to think about that. "Of course," she whispered, and turned her head to look out the window. The moon was high in the sky, like a beautiful pearl shining bright against a silken blue background. It made her smile gently and turn back to look at Spencer.
"Then I won't drink. Just for you," she smiled and leaned over to kiss the corner of his mouth gently. Slowly moving back into a sitting position, Kimberley looked at him with a pout. "You haven't answered me Spencer...." she whispered lightly. [/sup] |
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Post by byronspencerparson on Nov 6, 2006 23:04:10 GMT -6
"I did answer." He said, his lip quivering after her touch, jerking up a tiny smidgen.
"I answered with another question." He slowly pulled off to the side of the road, stopped at the edge, unbuckled his seat belt.
It was...Over-whelming to drive with a pulsing beat against his belt that she tempted, that he helped.
"I'm not a fortune teller, Kim, and I can't promise anything. How you can even like a person like me is stranee to believe. Do you not see the trouble I could get you in? Or do you not care? A rich-boy like me banished for drugs and partying..."
He let out a stifled chuckle, "You don't want to tie up with me." He slowly crossed his arms over his bare chest, stared forward, eyes locked on the road ahead, "And if you're willing to look past that, than I would have to say yes. Because how can I not love someone whose willing to keep that out of their mind just for my company?"
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Post by ella on Nov 6, 2006 23:22:15 GMT -6
A smile spread across her lips and she held up one finger, signalling 'wait here'. Kim unbuckled her seat-belt and slowly stepped from the car. With a few running steps, she made her way around to Spencer's door, pulled it open, and sat snugly in his lap, arms around his neck.
"That's the past, sweetheart. I don't care what you've done, as long as it stays in the past. The partying I can handle. But drugs I can't. But I'll let it slide." A sigh escaped her lips and she leaned her head against his shoulder, her cheek touching his.
"I'll be willing to leave your past behind if you are willing to leave mine behind," she whispered into his ear, and pulled back slightly to look him in the eye.
The things she had done in the past...haunted her.
She couldn't stand for Spencer to know. "Leave it behind, and no-one's feelings get hurt, agreed?" she asked lightly, and smiled gently at him. Giving him a gentle kiss to seal the deal, Kimberley felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. |
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Post by byronspencerparson on Nov 7, 2006 16:37:40 GMT -6
Her smirked, feeling quivers reliven himself when she had came to him. It was one thing to sit in his lap like so, but she had even kissed him too.
He pulled her back to where his lips could reunite with hers and with a nice thrust of his tongue, he broke away those pearl gates, again intruding.
He pulled back, let his lips gently touch her chest, her shoulder, her neck, back down to her chest and up beneath her chin.
"Let's just stay here in this forever."
As the seat slid back and locked further back where the steering wheel wasn't in the way, it jolted both of them, and he marveled at how her hair had bounced and jerked.
He was speechless, locked in a happiness that rendered his tongue, numbed it almost completely.
He was afraid to go further. He tended to forget the girls he...had fun with...And he didn't want her hurt like so many others. Not Kim, never Kim. And how could he tell her he feared such? She'd laugh! It would be bad enough if she found out about his theatrical Arts class! Ha! They called him Faerie back home, would they do the same here? Art was after-all for faggots, homo's, and depressed little teenagers. He was none of those, but that didn't matter. It was something to use against him...
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