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Post by James DeWolfe on Aug 3, 2009 18:02:33 GMT -5
 James smiled, he couldn't stop smiling, softly and kept his cheek pressed against the top of her head as they continued to dance in the moonlight. It really was a perfect night. Well I guess it is a bit more then slightly. He nodded brightly and let out a breathy chuckle as she giggled at his responses to her words, tonight. Ah; it felt good to love and to be loved in return. He wouldn't want to change this feeling for another in the world. At least not yet, anyway.
Offering her his jacket was a little gesture but already he could tell that it meant a lot to Stella. Besides; it was freezing cold and she wasn't wearing very much at all, so it only seemed fair to him - since he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with his jacket - that he give her some extra warmth. His jacket, simply. Thanks. James nodded with a smile and dipped his head down slightly as she slipped her arms into the... well, arms of his jacket.
As Stella was thinking of where to go, from his options, James twitched his nose to one side and resumed his previous stance. Her head was nestled against his neck and it tickled his skin, but at the same time it felt rather nice. But the question was... were they moving too fast for each other? James didn't think so, he just thought that either of those options were good since she was cold and it was nearing the end of the night. Plus; he was still sober and could find his way home in a matter of minutes, if need be. Though his voice was slightly wary at the mention of his home.
Well, if you don't mind can we go back to your place? She was runnin her hand up and down his back as she was talking; James had noticed and it felt good. He nestled into her a little more, but gently, keeping his head on hers as he started to twist into another twirl to face the general direction of his apartment. "I don't mind, we can get you warm and have more cuddles." James chuckled at the last part and unwrapped his arms from around her, moving one hand down her sides gently to reach for her hand.
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It wasn't too long before they reached James' apartment. With his free hand, the door was unlocked and then shut behind the two of them. He pulled Stella softly over to the fire place and slowly bent down to start the fire up; letting her hand go at the same time. "This will keep us warm." he whispered, putting up the grate and then moving over to where Stella had put herself. "Just give me a few seconds so I can take my shoes off and stuff." James shuffled out of the room for several moments before going into the kitchen and pottering around with stuff.
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Post by Stella Sullivan on Aug 3, 2009 19:07:41 GMT -5
He was such a gentlemen to her. It was really quite a shock. After all she had never seen even the tiniest bit of this side of him before. But she loved it, she loved how he made the simplest gesture mean so much to her. Normally she would think nothing of getting a guys jacket when she was cold, but it was the way he did it. It was the way he did it with out her having to ask. He just knew because of the slightest shiver she made against him.
Stella loved the feeling of her skin against his. She never really cuddled with guys like she was with James right now. She didn’t like getting too touchy with people she wasn’t interested in, it was obviously different with James, right now she just couldn’t think of anything she would rather do than to snuggle her head into the crook of James’s neck. She knew he liked her hand moving up and down his spine, because of his movements while she was doing it, that made her smile, she just couldn’t help, but be happy whenever she made him happy. “Ohh I definitely like the sound of more cuddles.” She said in a slightly huskier voice while she still had her head rested on his shoulder.
Her hand seemed to fit perfectly into his, she couldn’t really remember the last time she held hands with a guy. It just wasn’t something she did with just any guy, it was something special to her. Before she even knew it they were at the door of his apartment. The second she stepped through the door she looked around, it was a nice place, she really had never been to his apartment, she had picked Jax up from there a few times, but she always stayed in the car waiting for him to stumble his way down the stairs.
When he turned on the fireplace she let a small smirk come on her face. A fireplace it was so cute, and she knew that it would warm her up quite nicely. She took a seat on the couch, she really had no clue where to sit or anything like that. “I bet it will.” She smiled in agreement. She watched as he left to go put away his shoes among other things. She glanced around he had a nice place, she wished she didn’t still live with her parents, but she wasn’t really ready to leave, not just yet at least. She waited in a bit of silence, an awkward silence. She had no clue what to do. She sat there twirling her hair around her finger waiting for James to come back so they could talk or do other things. [/blockquote] |
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Post by James DeWolfe on Aug 4, 2009 6:15:16 GMT -5
For some strange reason, James apartment was actually really clean and glitter-free. Not something that it'd ever been before, so it was exciting and he felt a wash of relief pass over him as they stepped into his apartment and pottered around for several minutes before he left Stella's side to go put some stuff away. His shoes went into the box by his door, his jacket was hung up in his bedroom, on the hanger attached to his door and his jeans were removed, folded up and put on the hamper at the end of his bed before being replaced by a simple pair of shorts. He, like Stella, had no clue what to do, because whilst this wasn't a new thing for him, he didn't want to go too fast and ruin everything. So, whatever Stella wanted to do, James would be there for her, all night and all morning.
He started to potter around in the kitchen, taking a saucepan from the hanging rack and filling it with cold milk, from his refrigerator. Placing it on the oven, James then lit the gas and grabbed a spoon to stir the milk so that it wouldn't stick to the bottom of the pan. As soon as it was warm, a jar of hot chocolate was taken down from the shelf above his head and was emptied (not all of it, though) into the milk. James continued to stir the milk and hot chocolate powder concoction, until he was sure that there was no lumps within it, and that it was warm... hot. Once it was all done, two cups were filled with the steaming hot chocolate and mini marshmallows were thrown on top. He also had some cream, but wasn't too sure that it was still in date, so that was left out. He turned the gas off and moved to Stella.
"Hot chocolate, love?" he asked, holding out the cup of hot chocolate to her. After making sure that it was secure in her hand, James took a seat besides her on the couch and looked deep into the flames of the fire; it always seemed to fascinate him a lot. Taking a sip of his hot chocolate, the guitarist moved his arm so that it was resting over the back of the couch and around Stella's shoulders at the same time. He leaned gently into her and turned his head from the fire so that he could look, again, at Stella. "Are you warmer now?" He asked, tentative as he took another sip of his hot chocolate and then leaned forwards to place his mug on the coffee table in front of the couch. If she wasn't warmer he had a blanket on the chair next to the couch.
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Post by Stella Sullivan on Aug 7, 2009 5:39:59 GMT -5
Stella would have expected to find that James’ place would be a mess. After all he was a nineteen year old boy. And she grew up with boys, and knew that they weren’t really the cleanest. While James did what ever he was doing Stella simply watched the fire. She just loved the reds and oranges in the flames. She always loved watching camp fires when ever she went camping with her family or friends. She noticed James in the kitchen and her mouth formed a small smile. He was messing around in the kitchen, did she score herself a chef. Stella was a terrible cook herself. She found a way to screw up easy mac, in the microwave. She mainly ate what her mother made, or take out. Because she was a bit of a fire hazard in the kitchen.
She watched as he came towards her with to steaming cups, she wasn’t sure what was in them though. He said it was hot chocolate and that sounded absolutely divine to Stella right now. “Oh Yes please.” She said taking the cup of hot chocolate her presented her with. She really did love just sitting with him near her. It was such a simple pleasure. She could sit there for what could seem like forever, yet still be perfectly content with everything in the world. She looked at him when she felt his arm wrap around her shoulders. It was such a cliché thing to do. But she found it to be absolutely adorable. She took a sip of her hot chocolate, it was very warm and it made her heat up rather quickly. “Ohh yummy hot chocolate.” She said while grinning. “ I would have never guessed that you could cook.”
The surrounds in his apartment, may not have been as romantic as the moonlight parking lot, but it was certainly warmer. And Stella greatly appreciated that, since she was hardly dressed for chilly weather. Though in her defense she had not expected any of the things that happened tonight to happen, even in her wildest dreams. “Oh Yeah this is much better.” She smiled. She had never really been so happy in her life, which made her life sound rather pathetic. “So where do we go from her?” She asked, she really had no clue, she didn’t want to push him into anything, that he wasn’t ready for. Plus she didn’t want seem like a whore. [/blockquote] |
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Post by James DeWolfe on Aug 7, 2009 7:53:31 GMT -5
James smiled as he passed her the steaming cup of hot chocolate and settled down on the couch besides her. Oh Yes please." His arm went around her shoulder and the two of them were suddenly as snug as was possible. There was nothing James seemed to like more than to just be sitting there, with Stella, doing absolutely nothing, except drinking hot chocolate. They do say that the simplest things in life are free, and it was an added bonus that Stella was more than simply 'beautiful', or even 'gorgeous'. He watched out of the corner of his eye as she took a sip of the hot chocolate, a satisfied smile already on his face as he registered the look she had on her's as one of great appreciation for the warmth. Ohh yummy hot chocolate. He chuckled gently and took a sip of his. I would never had guessed that you could cook. Another chuckle escaped his lips; this time of amusement. "Oh, I can cook... not many people know, your brother included."
Oh Yeah this is much better.
"That's good to know." James mused as he placed his cup back on the coffee table in front of him and turned his head to look at Stella. So where do we go from here? It was a question that had been put to him several times before; never from Stella, though. He pondered the thought for a moment, even placing a finger on his chin in deep thought. "That," he started, twitching his nose to one side as he shifted his gaze to look at the ceiling. "is a very good question." James finished just as he looked back down. In truth that was a very good question and he wasn't too sure about what to do or where to go from where they were at the moment. If he were to be honest, he would want to just sit there for several more minutes, in the moment. It was all too perfect for him, right now.
"I like just sitting here for the minute." James whispered as he moved forwards to pick up his cup of hot chocolate. "It just feels so right and so real to me." His words had never been more true and more fitted to the current scenario. Taking a sip of his hot chocolate, James twitched up the corners of his mouth in a sort of smile and leaned over to kiss the side of Stella's head. "Or, if you like I can show you what tastes better than hot chocolate." Okay.. that was a slight sexual innuendo, but it wasn't meant to be sexual in anyway.. honestly.
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Post by Stella Sullivan on Aug 9, 2009 7:04:37 GMT -5
Having James arm draped around her, while sitting on his couch made Stella feel extremely comfortable and cozy. Even thought the events of tonight had to be the oddest and most amazing thing to have ever happened to her. She still felt perfectly comfortable just sitting with him in the silence drinking a nice warm cup of hot chocolate. She smirked, so even his best friend also known as her twin brother didn’t even know about his cooking skills. “Well then it can be our little secret.” She said while placing her head on his shoulder. Secret. That was the word that stuck in her mind. Was their whole thing going to be a secret she really couldn’t imagine it any other way. Seeing as her best friends hated him with a passion, and his friends felt the same way about her. She couldn’t believe that the two bands would push all of their difference aside, because she and James feel in love.
She lifted her head off of his shoulder they needed to talk, or maybe they needed to do not talk and do something different but they needed to do something. Stella just needed to do something and hopefully that something would involve James. She giggled when she saw him with his finger on his chin in deep thought. He was so adorable. She couldn’t help but feel so stupid for never really seeing how she never noticed this before. “We can just sit here, then if you want.” Stella was enjoying just being in his arms, and listening to his voice, while drinking delicious hot chocolate. She smiled at his little comment, he was so sincere and cute whenever he spoke to her, she just loved him. She loved everything about him. “I love you, did you know that?” She asked the rhetorical question with a smile. She did love him and she knew he loved her. Everything that happened tonight just seemed so perfect, she never knew hoe she could ever come to be so lucky.
She smirked at what he had just said. It seemed a bit of and innuendo, though she was fairly sure that he didn’t mean for it to come out that way. She laughed a bit, hoping that it didn’t bruise his ego that she found what he had just said particularly funny. “I am pretty sure that I already know what tastes better, but I’ll play dumb.” She said “Show me what tastes better, please.” She even closed her eyes waiting for him to kiss her, at least she hoped that was what he was referring to when he was talking. [/blockquote] |
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Post by James DeWolfe on Aug 10, 2009 6:57:30 GMT -5
"Well, of course it can be our little secret; I wouldn't want anyone else to find out that I can cook, silly." James laughed, sipping his hot chocolate and almost spilling it all over himself at the same time. Stella placed her head on his shoulder and he smiled. Everything about the two of them was now a secret. Their love for each other had been a secret until a few hours ago, but that was only from each other. It was still a secret to Jaxon and his boys and Stella's girls - how long they could keep that a secret for was an entirely different matter. It was going to be difficult, but he was sure that they'd be able to manage and maybe even convince everyone that their relationship was for the 'greater good' - or something along those lines. Even a feeling like love couldn't possibly push aside Saint's hatred for James, not even if it meant being happy for Stella. There was just no way, and Jaxon would probably be less than pleased - Stella was his sister. Twin sister, afterall.
Stella's head was removed from his shoulder and her gazed was moved upwards to his face, his finger on his chin, obviously in deep thought. He smiled, satisfied when she giggled at his little quip and removed his finger from his chin, sticking his tongue out at her instead. We can just sit here, then if you want. Well, that was a good idea; he liked the idea of just sitting there with Stella cuddled up in his arms, the feeling of holding a person he could love and a person who loved him. I love you, did you know that? James couldn't help but chuckle at the rhetoric in her voice, it sounded so cute. "I should imagine so, otherwise I'd probably be on the floor about now and you'd be running off into the sun-set; then Saint would come and beat my ass and all would be right with the world, once again." He was joking, and he hoped that she'd see the funny side of it all. "Regardless; I'll love you anyway and I've always done so, since we met." Never were his words more sincere than those.
I am pretty sure that I already know what tastes better, but I'll play dumb. Show me what tastes better, please. James smiled and chewed on the inside of his lip as she closed her eyes, waiting for what she had figured to be a kiss from him. Smirking, James jumped up from the couch and bounded into the kitchen, he pulled a can of squirty cream out of the refrigertor and bounced back to the couch. "Okay, but keep your eyes closed." he mumbled, taking off the cap to the squirty cream and putting some on his finger. "Still closed, right." he smiled and placed his finger in her mouth then removed it and leaned down to kiss her gently on the lips. "Sorry, couldn't resist." he mumbled into the kiss. "And you must know that I love you too." his lips were still against hers as he continued the kiss for several more moments before pulling back and holding up the can of squirty cream. "Mmm."
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Post by Stella Sullivan on Aug 17, 2009 6:00:22 GMT -5
Stella felt awkward about keeping the newly found most important thing in her life a secret from her family and some how more important friends. She just wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do, after all the four girls had always sworn to tell each other everything, and she already hated keeping one thing from them, how could she manage keeping a new love from them as well. She knew it would be hard on James too, he was just a close to his friends as she was to hers. “Good, cause the last thing I want is to have Jaxon here all the time thinking you are his personal chef.” She said with a bit of a smirk. “Cause you’re my new personal chef now.” She laughed when he almost spilled his drink all over him. He was so cute and dorky basically everything Stella could have dreamed up and yet he also had so much more to him than just that.
Everything about James made Stella want to giggle like a twelve year old girl She loved telling hi that she loved, probably because both of them suppressed their feelings for so long, that it only made sense to catch up on lost moments to tell the other how they felt, at least in Stella’s mind it made perfect sense. Though a lot of things only make sense in Stella’s mind, just like some thing only don’t make sense in her mind as well. She smiled at his little made up scenario. It made her sad deep down that he and Saint would never ever really be able to be friends, hell the two of them will never be able to be civil towards the other. “Hmm you forgot about the handsome guy whose arms I’m running into. And that is a very important part.” Stella laughed, she honestly couldn’t think of a better guy for her other than James. “But of course you don’t have anything to worry about.” She spoke with honesty she was never a person who believed in love, commitment, or even marriage, but James made all of those previous opinions wash away. He always seemed to say the right words that cause all of the ice around her heart to melt away as if it was right next to the sun.
She closed her eyes, waiting for another sweet little kiss from James, but she seemed to be sitting there for a little bit longer than she would think it would take for him to lean in and kiss her. He had said something under his breathe and Stella could only really understand was the word eyes, so she figured she would just keep them closed for how ever longer it was going to take him. Before she knew it there was something cold on her lips then followed by the lips of James, it was definitely sweeter than the hot chocolate that was for sure. She loved how every time he and her kissed, whether it was a heated make out session, or a simple and sweet peck, it felt like rush like a roller coaster or sky diving. She kissed back once she had regained her composure after the little shock. The kissed for a few moment then James pulled away from Stella she licked her lips removing any left over cream from them. She watched as her squirted more cream into his mouth. “You were right that cream was soo much sweeter” she said while grabbing the bottle and squirts some into her mouth.
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Post by James DeWolfe on Aug 24, 2009 22:10:59 GMT -5
Good, cause the last thing I want is to have Jaxon here all the time thinking you are his personal chef. James laughed on his way to the kitchen; retrieving the squirty cream for a little fun. Cause you're my new personal chef now. He laughed again, finding it increasingly difficult to keep a straight face with her laughter and all the crap that they'd been coming out with tonight. "I'm pretty sure I can deal with having to be your personal chef; as for Jaxon? Hm, not too sure I'd be able to cope with that, I might throw pasta sauce at him... instead of glitter, as is per usual." The only real problem he was going to have was with trying to figure out how long and how well they could keep their relationship a secret within the confines of each of their friendships. Saint and Jaxon were bound to be the first ones to find out; probably Becket next and then maybe Harlequin. The obvious conversations of this becoming public asides, James had lots of doubt that he'd screw things up if anyone found out before they told them... if they were going to tell them.
Stella was perfect for him, there was no denying that - the only problem, as was mentioned previously, was the friends and their opinions. A boy could only supress his feelings towards another for so long before the lid of the cookie was blown off and all the chocolate chips escaped the clutches of sweet, cooked, crumbly dough. He just couldn't believe his luck when Stella had admitted to him that she was as much in love with him as he was her - there had only ever been one other person he'd loved this much before - and still would - and that was his dear Daphne, may she rest in peace. Hmm you forgot about the handsome gy whose arms I'm running into. And that is very important. James smiled. "And who might that be? Brad Pitt, eh?" He was joking around with her, trying to think of a guy who was better looking than himself - though Brad Pitt shouldn't even be in the competition, Eli Roth and Johnny Depp should be, along with Alex Gaskarth and Joshua Farro. But of course you don't have anything to worry about. James smiled and returned to what he was doing. "Thank goodness for that, duckie."
Finally he got to the sqirty cream and had moved back over to where he had been seated moments ago. He squirted some, kissed her some and squirted more. Sometimes squirty cream could be used for certain... ahem, 'practice', but at the moment it was fine with the kissing and it made the kisses all that much more - enlightening. You were right that cream was soo much sweeter. Stella took the bottle from him and he frowned, but quickly turned it upside down to a smile when he saw how adorable she looked with the squirty cream in her mouth. "Aww, you look so cute with all the cream in your mouth - at least you're not a rabid squirell with rabies." James nudged Stella's arm gently and leaned down to kiss the side of her mouth, using his tongue to gather some of her squirty cream, before taking the bottle back and squirting it around his face like a beard.
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Post by Stella Sullivan on Aug 27, 2009 20:32:34 GMT -5
Stella had no clue how long she liked James. She always knew that she thought he was cute and sometimes even funny, but not in a million years did she think that all of those years the two of them spent fighting and having stupid and silly little arguments would end up just being pent up feelings for one another. It was like the cheesy movie where the boy and girl who hated each other some how manage to fall in love and then they live happily eve after. Though she was fairly sure that they would be happy together she wasn’t sure whether it would really be the happily ever after that Disney had always ended a movie. She suppressed a hardy laugh when he said Brad Pitt, because well Stella would never run off with him, and she was sure that he knew that too. “Eww no.” She said with great distain “I would definitely be Zac Efron or Chace Crawford, even better both of them.” She laughed, even though they were nothing like the guys Stella normally dated she couldn’t deny that those two boys were incredibly good looking. “But like I said nothing to worry about.”
She really never thought she would be sitting in James’s living room while playing with whipped cream, even while it was happening she still found it to be so unreal, but she knew it was. In fact she and James was the most real yet unreal thing in the world to Stella. On One hand she knew with her heart and soul that she loved James more than anything, but on the other she still couldn’t believe that the two of them were together. She just rolled her eyes when she saw James newly formed cream beard, it was so cute and funny. “Ohh you are just the sweetest.” She said sarcastically. She wasn’t sure whether she sure that the cream off James’s face or let him have to clean it off. She choose to lick it off cause it would be a waste if one of the didn’t enjoy in the creamy goodness. She leaned over and licked his cheek clean of the whipped cream, but she missed a small bit that slowly but surely was making its way down his neck. Being a good girlfriend Stella went to his neck And started tok suck the cream up, but her cleaning up cream soon turned into a kiss. [/blockquote] |
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Post by James DeWolfe on Aug 29, 2009 19:12:58 GMT -5
Well first of all I need one way more than he does and second of all you probably would end up covering him in some sort of food. Aye, that was so very much true and typical of James and Jaxon's behaviour's. There was definitely a high chance that food of any and all kinds would be thrown at each other for silly reasons, rather than their usual haunt of glitter and glitter glue. James nodded in response, a smirk on his face as he pictured in his mind the image of himself and Jaxon covered in tomato sauce and jell-o. The image he got was so real and so life like that James couldn't help himself; he laughed out loud and then clamped a hand over his mouth and looked at Stella rather sheepishly. "Sorry, I just had a really weird mental image of Jax and myself covered in tomato sauce and jell-o." He snorted, accidentally and struggled to control himself and his laughter. Maybe the effects of the alcohol was kicking in a little too late, or maybe it was just him. The way he was in general, no strings attached, no artifical colors or flavourings and free from preservatives; just like the new smarties. "Kinda made me laugh, after the food fight comment." The floppy haired, nineteen year old admitted, the smirk still on his face.
Eww no. I would definitely be Zac Efron or Chace Crawford, even better both of them. He shot her a pout, it was a mocking pout, followed closely by a rather large, toothy grin and a peck on the cheek. But like I said nothing to worry about. James nodded his head. "Well good, because I don't want to have to share you with another person, or even think about you with another person; especially ones who were much better looking than I am." Twitching his nose to one side, James looked down at the can of squirty cream. So many ideas popped into his head about what they could do with it, but he thought that most of them would be highly inappropriate since they'd only just started dating and he didn't want to risk ruining what they had already. Though, he would have the right to say that 'it was nice while it lasted' and then turn on his heel and run away, off into the sunset with nothing but a talking horse for company. But they were going as slow as cows could at the moment and he was perfectly content with their actions. If Stella wanted to go slow then he would, for her sake. If she wanted to move quicker, he would be obliged to do so, as well.
James had squirted the cream onto his face in a Father Christmasy fashion, grinning at Stella as she took the can away from him and rolled her eyes. Ohh you are the sweetest. Her tone was sarcastic and he knew that it was harmless, so he simply grinned rather cheesily and showed off all of his teeth. Then Stella distracted him by cleaning his face up with her tongue. He giggled and attempted to shift out of her way, just to be a tease, but at the same time Stella hit his neck with her kisses and James stopped moving. He lifted his head back, exposing more of his neck for a while, as Stella finished up cleaning and ended kissing his neck instead. A sort of... well, a strange noise came from James' half open mouth as she kissed his neck. His hand came up and around her shoulders, gently tracing a line down her spine to the hem of her t-shirt. With two fingers, he lifted it carefully and placed his hand on her skin. James then leaned forwards and moved his head down so that he could catch her with a kiss to the lips. Lingering for a small moment before kissing down her cheek, over her chin, down her neck and too her collar bone. All the while his hand slowly moved up her bare back. So... this was taking it slow.
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Post by Stella Sullivan on Sept 4, 2009 16:21:09 GMT -5
“Aww I don’t think they are better looking than you.” She said returning the small peck that he had given her. “Honestly they look like they spend more time in the bath room than me, which for a guy is pretty sad.” Stella wasn’t a slow girl as sad as that truth may sound. She really wasn’t a relationship girl either, so all of her ‘relationships’ with in the last year or two have only really lasted a night if that. And when guys whom she has hooked up with try to talk to her afterwards she normally just blows them off, because she never really felt anything for them anyways. So taking things slow with James a guy who she was in love with seemed like mission impossible, no, for Stella it was mission impossible. Even though they already decided to just sit and talk, all of her thought seemed to drift to other thoughts that her bible school teacher would most certainly not approve of. But she kept herself from acting on the inappropriate actions knowing that James wouldn’t want to go fast and well she didn’t want to seem selfish to him.
She really didn’t mean to kiss him like she did, in fact it was sort just spur of the moment sort of like their whole romance though she hoped that their relation ship wouldn’t only last for a moment, but she was fairly sure that it would last, as long as they always had the feelings that they had for each other than she knew they could never be separated. When he started to moan and exposed his neck some more Stella knew he was liking what she was doing, though se figured he would. Her back soon got warmer wherever his finger seemed to touch. She felt is hand slither up her back. She took notice to his head moving and soon they were just making out, but before anything got really hot and heavy he moved down her neck to her collar bone. Enjoying every single moment that his lips were on her skin she too let out a few pleasure filled moans as he kissed her. She moved her hands behind her slowly pushing her self down onto the couch allowing James to climb on top of her. Millions of thought streaked across her mind, but they were all banished by the thought of how much she enjoyed James kissing her and touching her. Yes they just started going out, but they were to mature adults who could make their own decisions about what was too fast and what was way to slow for them. [/blockquote] |
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Post by James DeWolfe on Sept 4, 2009 17:21:07 GMT -5
Everything that had been spoke was now completely irrelevant; there was nothing he could concentrate on, except the fact that he was with Stella, they had squirty cream and there was no place on earth that he'd rather be right now, than here. With Stella. It was with the utmost important that he made more of an effort with her than what he had done with his previous girlfriend, who had killed herself - a terrible fate that James still blamed himself for, for having not realised what was going on sooner. He had hoped to God that Stella wasn't like Daphne, in that aspect, because he wasn't too sure if he would be able to handle another person he cared for, getting hurt; or hurting theirselves. He'd rather not have a repeat of that, for he did love Stella more than he was able to voice, and her getting hurt would just tear his little heart in half. Also; the idea of him hurting Stella and Jaxon getting all asshole-y on him wasn't a very pleasant thought either, she was his best friends sister and in some books that could be considered an invasion of personal matters, or something or another. So, he would have to work very carefully on doing his best to not hurt Stella, lest ruin all relationships.
At the moment though; he was perfectly content with all the kissing and hand sliding up and down bare skin. It felt good and right. He smiled into the kiss a little, uncaring of the fact that Stella had kissed him, like she hadn't before. Honestly; it had taken him a little by surprise but then he got used to it and thought nothing else of it; just returning the kiss as deep and as meaningful as she was doing. He moved his head back so she could get to his neck a little more, but then she stopped doing so, after his hand moved to her back, sliding up the back of her shirt, touching bare skin. It was a feeling of elation; he couldn't shake the feeling of the surrealness. They started making out again, his hand still on her bra, slowly tracing a line, up and down her spine. Then it was his turn to press his lips against her neck, slowly trailing down to her coller bone.
Suddenly aware of Stella moving, James heaved himself up a little so that he didn't squish her as she lay back on the couch. He climbed on top of her, trying to elevate and balance his weight out so that he didn't hurt her. Now, he wasn't exactly a big man, but he still had more weight on him than Stella. They were supposed to be taking things slow, but with the way they were going, James thought differently. Well, why not? There was no harm in going at a pace that suited you.. especially if you knew that you loved the person. His hand trailed down her back, to the waist of her pants, fingers tickling the skin as his lips moved back up her neck and found themselves on her lips, once more.
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Post by Stella Sullivan on Sept 7, 2009 13:54:41 GMT -5
Stella had no clue that she could ever really be any where close to as happy as she was with James. He just gave her butterflies by simply looking at her. She couldn’t help but to love him every time she saw him or he said something to her. And now sitting in his apartment just drinking hot chocolate seemed to be ecstasy for Stella. Just being near him was amazing for her, she hoped that he felt the same about her, even though in her mind she still couldn’t believe that the two of them were together it was all just so unrealistic. Not to mention she never even knew she could love a person as fast and as much as she loved James.
Moving fast wasn’t necessarily the first plan that Stella had thought of. At first she was completely content with just sitting and talking to him. She wanted to learn more about him, she wanted him to know more about her. She didn’t expect to just start kissing and then go to other things, not that she didn’t want to. In fact she was very happy that they were going to and from a poking she felt on her thigh she could tell that James was rather ‘happy’ too. She had her hands around his neck. She started to let one of her hands drift down his back, like he had done to her before. With her other hand she simply massaged his neck while they continued to kiss one another. In her mind Stella couldn’t help but to think what was going to happen next. She obviously knew but the funny thing was she was nervous. She was worried about what he would think of her she was worried that she wouldn’t be good enough for James. She felt his hands wander down to the waist of her jeans shorts. The second she felt his hand touch the sensitive skin right above her shorts she couldn’t help but think it’s now or never.
As her lips kissed his she forgot all of her previous concerns and her nervousness seemed to disappear as well. Stella could feel the rhythm between the two of them, it was like a song playing through the air but only her and James could hear it. She worked her hands down to the hem of his shirt. She tugged down slightly signaling for him to take it of. She then took his lead and placed her hands on the rim of his jeans. Deciding on being a bit of a tease she just moved her hands back and forth across his waist. She was smirking into her and his kiss. She slowly moved her mouth across his cheek to his ear. As she nibbled on his ear lobe she whispered seductively “You sure?” She really didn’t want to push him into doing something he wasn’t ready for, but she was also pretty sure that they were past the point of saying no, but she wanted to double check. Before he could reply she drifted back down to his neck the place were this all started.
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Post by James DeWolfe on Sept 7, 2009 16:48:32 GMT -5
It wouldn't be the first time that he'd moved as fast as this with another girl before, but it probably was the first time that he'd move this fast with another girl that he'd only just realised he was in love with. Especially one such a girl that was supposed to be one of his mortal enemies. To be honest; he felt a little weird about the whole thing, but it didn't look (or feel) as though Stella minded what he was doing, plus she probably would have scolded him for having his hand up her shirt by now, and quite possibly taken off with angel wings. However; they were still kissing and she obviously didn't mind where he put his hands... he didn't seem to mind either. Her hands were now around his neck, he was 'happy' about where they were going and showed no signs of actually wanting to stop as Stella's hand moved down his back, massaging his neck as the kiss continued. Something was definitely going to happen sooner or later, and if things carried on the way they were going at the moment; it was definitely going to happen the former. Sooner, indeed.
His hands eventually wandered down to the waistband of her shorts, messing around at the hem in a teasing way. James then let his hand wander around the side of her thigh, gently caressing her bare skin and sliding his fingers between her legs, still touching her bare skin. His lips were only brushing against hers now as he moved his head down to touch his lips against her neck, though he didn't get too far before Stella tugged at the hem of his shirt, a signal to get it off. Without missing a beat, James pulled his t-shirt up over his head and dropped it to the floor as she moved her hands back and forth across the waist band of his jeans. It felt funny.. it tickled and he couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle and shiver. His lips came back to hers and his hand found the button on her shorts, flicking it open. Feeling her lips across his cheek and all the way over to his ear, then her teeth nibbling his ear lobe; James could do nothing except groan.
Stella whispered something in his ear, but he couldn't hear her. There was a buzzing noise in his ears and the heat rose. He forgot about everything he'd been worrying over for the past hour, ignoring the voices in his head and just started to think about how lucky he was now... Manouvering his hands, James tugged her t-shirt off of her slender body and pressed his cheek against her bare chest for a moment; just listening to her heart beat; feeling the warmth of her skin against his heated cheek. After a moment he pressed his lips against her chest, moving up her bra, pressing kisses against her breasts gently. His hand still lingering between her legs, toying with the hem of her shorts. James eventually reached her collarbone and undid the zip on her shorts; his own jeans had sort of slipped down his waist as he'd moved around.
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