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Post by Emily Beckett on Sept 2, 2009 20:18:48 GMT -5
  Aw, did I make you embarassed? Emily raised a hand to her face and rubbed her eyes with the heel of her hand, trying to hide her little blush from him, but smiling at the same time. It was a little coy and cute, but she didn't care. I'm only being honest. I'm always honest; it's the one thing about me you can really count on. She nodded, dropping her hand into her lap.
Apparently, Gavin disagreed about the beach being a good place. No, the beach is damn cold, is what the beach is. He had shaken his head and then smiled a dazzling smile at her. Come on, I've got hot chocolate at my house, or coffee if you prefer it. Emily twitched her nose a little and pursed her lips together once again. Well, it couldn't hurt, could it?
Pretty please? Uh, well now she really couldn't refuse. Emily had taken the hand he'd offered her and they'd walked together in a small silence, back to his apartment; her mind racing about what they could get up too at his place. By the time they had arrived, she'd built a list of endless possibilities of what they could do, it grew once she actually stepped into his place.
"Ah, this is so awesome." She cooed softly, turning her head left and right before spinning in a slow circle to the center of the room, trying to see everything at the same time. It definitely was one of the prettiest places that she'd ever seen - hers included.
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notes: hrm.
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Post by Gavin Marks on Sept 2, 2009 20:33:48 GMT -5
 The fact she'd actually agreed came as a bit of a shock to Gavin, really; he'd figured the girl would turn him down, maybe tell him something along the lines of "another time." That had happened to him before, and he was sure it would happen again.
So when Emily took his hand and pulled him to his feet, he was a little bit surprised. Her hand was warm, feeling like an electric shock to Gavin's cold fingers, and he kept his fingers twined around hers-- just for warmth, he told himself.
His apartment was less than three minutes away, a short little walk, but a silent little walk, too. He wondered what all she was thinking about, wondered what was going on in that pretty little head of hers. He may have been a total man-whore, but he wasn't an asshole man-whore; he gave a little piece of his heart to each girl he'd ever been with. That was one of the main reasons he liked to drink. Heavily.
Shoving the thoughts from his mind, they walked up to his apartment, and he held the door open for her. Their hands remained together until she walked forward, to the middle of the room, looking around. She looked like a little angel, twirling around in circles, and Gavin couldn't stop the smile that appeared.
"Ah, this is so awesome." Shrugging his shoulders, Gavin shrugged off his hoodie, revealing his black "Feel The Electric" t-shirt. "It's not all that great," he told her, thinking of his old home. Compared to that, this house, with its one bedroom, one bath, tiny kitchen, and almost-spacious living room was a prison cell.
The living room, which they were standing in, held a cream colored sofa, sitting on a lighter shade of cream carpet. The walls and ceiling were white, and the TV was black-- stark contrast. He had a painting that one of his friends from school had made for him-- the guy had been rather good-- hanging on the wall behind the couch, and his laptop was sitting on the coffee table. In the kitchen was a coffee pot, a stove, a refridgerater, and-- blessedly-- his cigarettes, sitting on the counter.
He grabbed them up and pulled one out, along with his lighter. "Want one?" he offered to Emily, holding the pack out. "Everyone tells me that these things will fuck up my voice. But with all the singing-- er, screaming I do in my band, I figure that my voice is already fucked anyway, and these are only speeding up the process." He smirked at her, the unlit cigarette between his lips.
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Post by Emily Beckett on Sept 2, 2009 20:46:25 GMT -5
To be perfectly honest, the only real reason as to why Emily had, in the end, agreed to go back to Gavin's apartment was because it was cold at the beach and getting inside a warm place seemed like a good idea at the time. Hence the taking of his hand and walking to his apartment in the harsh breeze that seemed to be getting colder and colder with each passing moment. His place was amazing; well, compared to hers it was anyway.
It's not all that great. Emily turned and watched as he shrugged off his jacket and placed it down. It was nice and warm in here, she smiled faintly and continued to look around the place. She noticed all the little things; his ways of calling the place his home. Trinkets, laptop, clothes and an assortment of other things, she noticed everything; having a sharp eye. The blonde was still looking around the place, still standing in the middle of it, when Gavin spoke out to her.
Want one? He was offering her a cigarette. Throwing her hair over her shoulders, Emily skipped over to where he had positioned himself. Everyone tells me that these things will fuck up my voice. But will all the singing-- er, screaming I do in my band, I figure my voice is already fucked up anyway, and these are only speeding up the process. Emily grinned and reached out a slender hand to remove one of the cigarettes with a gentle movement, it was swift and you could possibly say that the cigarette was in her mouth before it came out of the box.
"Awh, you're in a band; that's awesome." She spoke, trying to keep the cigarette in her mouth as she put her hand into the pocket of her blue cardigan and pulled out a zippo lighter. Flicking up the top, she lit Gavin's ciagrette and then lit her own - taking a drag of the nicotine stick before placing the lighter back in her pocket and removing her cardigan. "Which one?" She asked, cigarette precariously balanced between teeth and lips.
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notes: hrm.
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Post by Gavin Marks on Sept 2, 2009 20:58:37 GMT -5
The heat of his house was seeping into his skin, a welcome relief from the whipping wind of the outside world. His house-- however bland it seemed, compared to his old home-- was a safe haven from the rest of the world. Here, he could read the books that no one else knew he liked, he could write poetry with wild abandon, and no one would be able to think differently about him, because no one knew. Even now, his poetry and all that stuff-- pussy stuff, his friends back home in New Jersey had called it-- was hidden away under his bed. Some guys hid pornos; Gavin hid Shakespeare.
When Emily took a cigarette from him, a smile spread across Gavin's face, and he almost lost the cigarette, managing to keep it between his lips by the very end of the filter. Thank God she's not an anti-smoking nut, he thought fervently, and as she lit his cigarette, he took a deep drag. The nicotine was like a wave of sweet, sick relief, and he blew out slowly.
"Thanks," he muttered to her, referring to the light she'd given, and placed his own lighter back in his pack, tossing it on the counter. "So do you want coffee or hot chocolate?" he asked, as he walked into the kitchen. "I wasn't just saying that to lure you here."
Still smiling, he heard her ask which band he was in; his smile widened. "We're called Nihilist Society," he informed her, almost proudly, though it didn't show in his voice. He loved his band, was wholly devoted to making them the best he could be, and his bandmates were like family.
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Post by Emily Beckett on Sept 3, 2009 6:09:45 GMT -5
"No problem," Emily replied, taking another drag of her cigarette and leaning against the wall. So do you want coffee or hot chocolate? That's a good question. Giving Emily coffee rendered her like a five year old hyped up on jelly and ice cream... giving her hot chocolate got the same, direct, mood. It was actually all, rather amusing; but you had to be used to it to understand. She could get annoying, really annoying. I wasn't just saying that to lure you here. The blonde laughed, she actually hadn't thought about it that way. "Hm, well I like both of those drinks as much as the other, so I really can't decide." She laughed. "So, maybe... hot chocolate?"
We're called Nihilist Society.
Following him into the kitchen, Emily took another drag of her cigarette and pushed her hair behind her ear, leaning against the counter as she watched Gavin. "That's an interesting name; ever tried saying it when you're drunk?" she asked, Or possible stoned? She added silently.
Emily wasn't in a band, she was a solo act and wanted to keep it that way, prefering to keep herself to herself, with her music and personal life, as much as possible. What people usually got when they met Emily was a mouthful of sarcasm and their head in a jar of dirt if they crossed her. Yeah, she could get violent when she wanted to be. There was so much more to her than what people normally saw.
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notes: hrm.
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Post by Gavin Marks on Sept 3, 2009 17:56:35 GMT -5
Gavin leaned against the counter for a moment, taking a long and pleasurable drag on his cigarette. He watched as Emily came into stand near him, and felt a smirk on his face. Watching me make coffee really isn't that interesting.
"Hm, well I like both of those drinks as much as the other, so I really can't decide. So, maybe... hot chocolate?" Her response came out like a question, and Gav chuckled once. "Hot chocolate it is," he replied, turning to his pantry and pulling out two packages of hot chocolate mix. Once the cups were in the microwave, he turned back to Emily, keeping his eyes on her as he inhaled nicotine.
"That's an interesting name; ever tried saying it when you're drunk?" Laughing at all the memories that flooded Gavin, of instances just like that, he nodded his head. "Oh, yeah. It's a motherfuck to say when you're baked, too." He paused for a moment, and looked at her, asking, "Oh. Yeah, by the way, I smoke weed. Heads up." He grinned widely, before turning to the microwave and pulling out the hot chocolates just as the bell dinged.
"Here you go," he told Emily as he set the hot coffee mug on the counter beside her. "It's hot, be careful." He sipped his, loving the burn it sent down his throat. Okay, so he was a little bit of a masochist, too. Where's the harm in that? His cigarette was almost gone, all the way down to the filter, so he grabbed the ashtray that was laying on the counter behind them, and put the cancer stick out, exhaling his last drag.
"So," he started, eyes still on his cigarette that he was exterminating. "What do you like to do for fun?" Looking up at her, Gav smiled a little, adding, "Well, you know that I'm in a band; that's my fun activity. What's yours?" Well, it's one of my fun activities....
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Post by Emily Beckett on Sept 4, 2009 8:24:09 GMT -5
Hot chocolate it is. Emily nodded with a small smile, looking around his kitchen as he retrieved two packets of hot chocolate mix and started to make it, using the microwave. Funny, she'd never seen anyone use a microwave to make hot chocolate before, she wondered what it would taste like, knowing that she'd be able to find out in just a few minutes.
Oh, yeah. It's a motherfuck to say when you're baked, too. She laughed lightly, sort of knowing the feeling and sort of not - she'd never had to say Nihilist society before, so, yeah. Oh. Yeah, by the way, I smoke weed. Heads up. Gavin grinned, almost as though he were proud of this fact. It wasn't really something to be proud of, but Emily wasn't one to judge; she too smoked weed and she was no hypocrit. "Oh, same here." She admitted, feeling a little sheepish.
The microwave dinged loudly telling them both that the hot chocolate was ready. Here you go. Gavin placed the hot chocolate on the counter for her, explaining that it was hot. "Of course it's going to be hot; it's just come out of the microwave, silly." Gingerly, she picked up the mug and took a sip of the hot chocolate; it was too hot for her mouth and she almost spat it back out and dropped the mug. Thankfully, though, she placed it on the counter before she could do so and clamped a hand over her mouth. "Ack, you're right. It is hot." She said, putting the cigarette back in her mouth and taking another, long drag from it.
So, what do you like to do for fun? Well, you know that I'm in a band; that's my fun activity. What's yours? Emily took another drag from the cigarette and blew out circles of smoke, looking thoughtful. She leaned her elbow on the counter and rested her head on her shoulder. "Not a lot really; I'm not in a band, but I like music; occasionally I can be seen on the edge of Fairview with my gutair - street performer, y'know?" Well.. that was one of the many things that she got up to... "And, I work at Rushmore's."
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Post by Gavin Marks on Sept 6, 2009 16:21:09 GMT -5
Taking another sip of his hot chocolate, Gavin smiled when he realized that it was beginning to cool down. He thought about getting the whipped cream out from the fridge, but that would most likely end up turning into something incredibly dirty and wonderful, and he wasn't going to press that on her just yet. Maybe later.
"Oh, same here." So, she smoked cigarettes, and she smoked weed as well. Definately his type of woman. Well, he didn't really have a type-- female was his type, really. And, since she'd asked if the name of his band was hard to say drunk, he figured that she liked to drink, too. He found himself wondering a great many things about Emily, and tried to figure out what was making him so curious. "You are definately the greatest girl I've met here in Fairview. I moved here about three years ago or so, and no girl I've met has smoked cigarettes, let alone pot. It's a nice change, not gonna lie. Hell, maybe we can even smoke together sometime," he told her, chuckling a few times. His grin was wide and genuine, and he set his hot chocolate down on the counter.
"Of course it's going to be hot; it's just come out of the microwave, silly." Gavin rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at her, once more revealing his shining silver tongue ring. I should go change it and put another one in.... Idly, he wandered through all his different tongue rings, trying to pick one to wear, until she spoke again, after taking a sip of her hot chocolate. "Ack, you're right. It is hot." Glancing over at her, he saw that she winced at the burn on her tongue, and he laughed aloud. "I warned you, didn't I? But no, you didn't listen...." He laughed again, and decided to ask. "Do you want whipped cream on your hot chocolate? I've even got cinnamon, if you want it."
"Not a lot really; I'm not in a band, but I like music; occasionally I can be seen on the edge of Fairview with my gutair - street performer, y'know?" He listened to her speaking and felt a smile on his face; so she liked to perform, too? "I'm not sure if you'd like my music or not," he told her, still smiling a little bit. "Mostly screaming, heavy stuff like that. I think we're amazing, personally, but I might just be biased." He shrugged his shoulders, and listened to her speaking again. "And, I work at Rushmore's." "Hey, maybe you can get me a discount," he teased, smirking. "I've been trying to get some new CD's. Not that I really need the discount or anything," he added quickly, frowning a little bit.
At times, he didn't like being as rich as he was, because it set him apart from most other people. The only people he knew that didn't single him out were his bandmates, which was one of the reasons that they were his best friends. He decided not to tell Emily about his money, for reasons he didn't quite know; he'd told every other girl about it, which helped him get into their pants a lot easier. Of course, it was obvious that he was rich, by all his furniture and stuff that he had; it was all the best of the best things money could buy.
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music; The Flood - Escape The Fate
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Post by Emily Beckett on Sept 9, 2009 19:27:54 GMT -5
You are definitely the greatest girl I've met here in Fairview. I moved here about three years ago or so, and no girl I've met has smoked cigarettes, let alone pot. It's a nice change, not gonna lie. Hell, maybe we can smoke together sometime.
Emily smiled slightly at the male in front of her. She wasn't usually proud of the fact that she smoked cigarettes, and definitely wasn't proud of the fact that she smoked pot; and, on occasions, other stuff, but it seemed to make Gavin glad that she did. Depsite her dirty habits, Emily saw that it made Gavin happy, for some strange reason; so, she would let go that she smoked and allow him an insufficient amount of happiness. "I've not been here very long, couple days at the most. I only moved here because, well; I'm not going to lie; I got in trouble with the cops a couple dozen times back at my old town, so they moved us." That, was another fact she wasn't entirely proud of, either, but since Gavin was being pretty honest with her; she felt the need to oblige his truthfulness.
Then, the blonde ended up burning her tongue on the hot chocolate, almost dropping the cup in the process. I warned you, didn't I? But no, you didn't listen... Fortunately, she saw the funny side of it too, smiling warmly at him and sticking her tongue out. Do you want whipped cream on your hot chocolate? I've even got cinnamon, if you want it. Emily bit back a laugh; the last time she'd had hot chocolate and whipped cream with some random stranger... things had happened. Biting down on her lip to stop herself from laughing at the random memory, Emily nodded her head, indicating that she did want the whipped cream, because, well... you never know.
I'm not sure if you'd like my music or not, mostly screaming, heavy stuff like that. I think we're amazing, personally, but I might just be biased.
"There's a possibility, but then, I might just have to come see you guys perform one day; just to make sure the lead isn't biased, because he might be telling the truth. I shall never know unless I go find out for myself." She laughed, sipping her hot chocolate, being careful not to burn her tongue this time. Hey, maybe you can get me a discount, I've been trying to get some new CD's. Not that I really need the discount or anything. Emily chuckled a little, throwing back her hair, over her shoulder and looking up at Gavin. "I don't think the manager would like me very much; I'll probably spend more time elsewhere, than actual work, but I can try." she teased, taking a step closer to where Gavin was standing.
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notes: hrm.
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Post by Gavin Marks on Sept 9, 2009 20:34:32 GMT -5
Emily's little smile was so entrancing to Gavin, that he had to pause for a second, and memorize it, so that he could call it back in the morning, instead of just forgetting her face like he had with most every other girl. The only exception to that rule was Traci, but he didn't recall her face out of fond memories; no, no, these were horrified memories, fear and worry that gnawed at him like an animal. But why was he giving this special thought to Emily, when no other girl recieved it? Gavin had no answer to that question.
"I've not been here very long, couple days at the most." That would definately explain why Gavin had never seen her around town before, he thought with a little smirk. His tongue ring shifted in his tongue, which brought up the thought, again, of which tongue ring he should replace it with, but he focused back on Emily. "I only moved here because, well; I'm not going to lie; I got in trouble with the cops a couple dozen times back at my old town, so they moved us." Her level of honesty was surprising, really, and Gavin blinked in shock. "Well, at least you're not the only one," he told her with a nod of his head, his hair falling in front of his eyes. "I've had a few run-ins with the cops. Got a little too rowdy on stage, got a little to fiesty backstage, all that fun goodness."
His hair still in front of his eyes, Gavin removed his hat and messed with his hair a bit, then finally flicked his hat toward the living room, hearing it land on the couch with a dull whap! "Oh, two points. That was a great shot," he said with a short laugh. "Bet I couldn't do that again if I tried." He ran his hand through his hair a few times, straightening it out so it fell right, and he flicked it so it was perfect. "There. Much better." Looking down at the blonde, Gav added, "I have a thing about my hair. I'm weird, I know it."
Seeing her nod her head at his mention of whipped cream, Gavin walked over and pulled it out of his fridge, bringing it back to the counter where Emily was. "Here you go," he told her, shaking the can and spraying it on top of her hot chocolate, swirling it expertly. "I may not look like much, but I am a master with whipped cream. Numero Uno, I'm tellin' you." Thinking about the double meaning, Gavin knew it was still true, and the thoughts made him laugh, as he sprayed some on his own and returned the can to the fridge.
"There's a possibility, but then, I might just have to come see you guys perform one day; just to make sure the lead isn't biased, because he might be telling the truth. I shall never know unless I go find out for myself." If Gavin said what he was tempted to say, that he could get her tickets, that would mean extended contact with her, more than just the morning after talk he would possibly have to do. Well, not really morning after.... More like "later afternoon" talk. "Alright," he said with a nod, picking up his cup and holding it between two hands. "We put up our ads everywhere. I'm sure you'll see where we're playing next."
"I don't think the manager would like me very much; I'll probably spend more time elsewhere, than actual work, but I can try." Rolling his eyes, Gavin took a sip of his hot chocolate. "Don't get yourself fired on my account. I can more than afford a few CD's, don't sweat it." Watching as she scooted closer to him, Gavin smiled down at her, taking another drink. He had whipped cream on his lip, didn't really notice it. It was right in the corner of his lips, and when he realized it was there, he didn't make a move to lick it away. See what she does.... he thought, as he took a mini step closer to her.
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Post by Emily Beckett on Sept 9, 2009 20:50:13 GMT -5
Emily didn't seem to be paying much attention to what was being said; she was too preoccupied with just looking at Gavin and wondering things about the whipped cream; so, she barely noticed when he removed his hat from his head and flicked it into the couch; in the living room. She took in every inch, every detail of his face; trying to see if she would be able to remember it in the morning... which she would like too. More than anything. She watched the way his eyes twinkled in the light and the way the room lit up a little more every time he smiled at her. Something weird was going on here and Emily would, and wouldn't, like to get to the bottom of it.
Here you go, Gavin shook the can and sprayed some onto her hot chocolate as she held out the mug for him to do so, twitching her nose to one side as she watched, slightly mesmerized. I may not look like much, but I am a master with the whipped cream. Numero Uno, I'm tellin' you. Was it just her, or did Gavin give a hint of a sexual innuendo in that sentence? Hm, the more she thought about it, the more sexual it got; so more in fact that she smirked. "Yeah, I think I saw a couple around in Rushmore's yesterday; I'll take a look tomorrow." She smiled.
Don't get yourself fired on my account. I can more than affored a few CD's, don't sweat it. Emily scooted a little more closer to where he was standing and nodded her head. "No doubt I'd get fired for some little indescretion anyway, so no worries there!" She laughed, watching as Gavin took a sip of his hot chocolate, leaving a little, smidge of whipped cream in the corner of his mouth. Emily smirked again, wondering what would happen if she were too... clean it for him?
He took a step closer to her then, she smirked and tilted her head to one side, still wondering what would happen if she were to remove the cream for him. Emily figured that he probably didn't even know that it was there; so, she would take the plunge, so to speak. Bringing up her hand, the blonde thought for a moment.. then, she slowly and rather delicately; used her thumb to wipe away the cream at the side of his mouth, 'accidentally' brushing her thumb over his lip at the same time.
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notes: hrm.
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Post by Gavin Marks on Sept 9, 2009 20:59:02 GMT -5
Her eyes were on his face, Gav could almost feel it, and it took a lot of will power to keep from staring back at her. Her eyes were big and beautiful, and Gavin knew from experience that eyes like that were quite easy to get lost in. He was supposed to be a super player, the biggest manwhore from coast to coast. Why was he thinking about her eyes when he could-- and by all means, should-- be thinking about something else?
Out of the corner of his eyes, Gav saw Emily scooting closer and closer, until their arms were touching, brushing against each other. Glad that he'd removed his hoodie, he found a bit of his normal self was still in him. One less thing to take off of myself. Yeah, the manwhore was still in there, that was for sure.
A light brush across his lip made him freeze in shock, and he grinned widely when he noticed that Emily had brushed her thumb not just across the whipped cream, to remove it, but across his lip in an almost-teasing way. "Thanks for that," Gavin told her, looking down at her with the full power of his eyes. She wasn't the only one with stunning eyes; he knew his baby blues could melt a girl where she stood. He just wondered if Emily would or not.
"If I smear some whipped cream across other parts of me, do you care to take care of that for me?" Still smirking, Gavin took another drink of hot chocolate, intentionally smearing whipped cream across his lips. He cocked an eyebrow, awaiting a response from her.
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Post by Emily Beckett on Sept 9, 2009 21:11:08 GMT -5
Their arms were touching; their skin practically inches away from each other, though she could feel the little, tiny hairs on his arms against her own. They were seperated by air...and clothes, Emily added silently, looking into his big, blue eyes, wondering what else he was hiding behind them. Pulling her lip between her teeth, Emily started to wonder, what could they possibly get up to at this time of day, and with whipped cre-- yeah, she actually giggled thinking about that.
Thanks for that, The blonde found it very hard to keep from melting at the sight of his eyes, looking straight into her own. She raised her eyebrows up at him, smirking. She had to admit; his eyes were pretty damn awesome and she couldn't help but stop to stare at them.
If I smear some whipped cream across other parts of me, do you care to take care of that for me?
Emily took all of her self control and threw it out the window; she giggled a lot, trying to look him in the eye, but failing when she saw the whipped cream smeared all across his lips. Obviously; his question was an invite for something more... something a lot more. Gavin cocked his eyebrow waiting for her, Emily raised hers in return and thought for a moment.
"Like, this?" She asked, wiping half of the whipped cream off of his mouth with her thumb and then placing it in her mouth, tasting it for herself. "Or, like this?" she asked, closing the tiny gap between their bodies by standing on her tip toes and pressing her lips against his to wipe away the remainder of the cream. She pulled back after a moment and leaned backwards.
"Yum, tasty."
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Post by Gavin Marks on Sept 9, 2009 21:22:56 GMT -5
For Gavin, one of the best things about being with a girl was the anticipation. Waiting, knowing what was coming, but not acting upon what he was beginning to feel. It was a strange form of torture, one that he welcomed gladly, embraced and adored. Their arms touching sent fire down to his elbow and then up to his shoulder, and he felt it spreading elsewhere....
Her lone giggle turned into several, and Gavin wondered what was going on in that little brain of hers. Was she beginning to give into temptation, like he was so longing to do? Or was she just embarassed? She didn't look like the type to get embarassed too easily, so he went ahead and assumed it was the former, and not the latter.
"Like this?" Still being a dirty rotten tease, she reached up a finger and brushed away the whipped cream on one half of his lips, but much to his delight, she brought her finger to her lips and tasted it. "Not quite what I had in mind," he told her, his eyes dancing with the burn that was beginning to work its way through his entire body. "Or, like this?"
Gavin found it funny that she had to stand on her tiptoes to reach his lips, but when she did, he had to hold back a groan of relief. Her lips were soft, so soft, and tasting of whipped cream. He kept the kiss mostly PG-13, letting his tongue trace across her lower lip just before she pulled away.
"Yum, tasty." A grin on his face at that comment, Gavin licked his lips to clean off what little whipped cream remained. "That was a little more of what I had in mind, but still not quite. I'm glad I taste good, though. Or was it just the whipped cream?" His voice was quiet, it didn't need to be louder than what it was, they were still so close together. If he'd wanted to, he could reach out and wrap his arms around her waist, pull her into him, and finish what they were starting, but he fought away the temptation.
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Post by Emily Beckett on Sept 9, 2009 21:34:06 GMT -5
Her finger had tasted sweet in her mouth; a mixture of the whipped cream and whatever else Gavin had had earlier. Emily hadn't been able to contain herself with that little movement, but hoped that she would be able to constrain herself within the next few seconds; only she failed.
She couldn't help herself, she found it funny and then found herself on her tiptoes, removing the whipped cream with her mouth, against his. Gavin's tongue traced across her lower lip as she kissed him, trying to get as much of the whipped cream off of his lips as she could. His tongue made her lips tingle as she pulled back, she licked them teasingly as she leaned back.
That was a little more of what I had in mind, but still not quite. I'm glad I taste good, though. Or was it just the whipped cream? She grinned back at him, placing her hands on her hips and leaning forwards ever so slightly. "Mm, I think it might just have been the whipped cream, but why don't you let me check again; there's always two sides." Emily raised her eyebrows at him and reached around to grab the can from the side. Shaking it a little, she pulled the cap of and squirted some into the palm of her hand before smearing a little around his lips and putting the can back; there was still some in her hand, but she had other ideas for that. Again, she stood on her toes to press her lips against his creamed ones, licking the cream off during the kiss.
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