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Post by Gavin Marks on Sept 2, 2009 19:10:53 GMT -5
 She gained a strange look to her eyes, and Gavin knew that she was thinking about something, and thinking about it hard, no perverted reference intended. He, too, found himself thinking, about just how strange-- pleasantly strange, however-- this day was shaping up to be. He hadn't expected to stumble upon a girl like this, let alone fall into this conversation that they found themselves in now.
Oh well, he thought, mentally shrugging, as he raised a hand and pulled of his hat. His hair was perfectly straight and as black as the night sky, and it was falling in front of his eyes. He brushed it away and so that it fell the right way, and pulled his cap back on, his hand going back behind him to help hold him up on the sand.
"Oh, are you really? I never would have guessed that if you hadn't told me." Gavin pursed his lips, fighting a smile, at her sarcastic comment, and stuck his tongue out at her teasingly, revealing his shining silver tongue ring. Whether you guessed or not, he thought dirtily, I'll make damn sure you know it. The sparkle in her eye made his face twist into a smile, and he didn't know why; he was awfully smiley around this girlie.
"To an extent, yes." Gavin mocked his face falling into a mask of solemn sadness, and pouted his lips a little bit. "Oh, what, you're not a bad girl all the time? That's a shame, that is; I was really looking forward to seeing you in a leather mini skirt or something." His face, once more, twisted into a smile, and he laughed outright.
"I wouldn't be surprised if they all turned out as cheesey as they are now, really." Rolling his eyes, Gaving adjusted his sitting so that he was no longer leaning back on his hand, but had his knees up toward his chest, his arms resting lightly on top of them, less than a foot from Emily. "You have so little faith in me," he told her. "It's sad."
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music; Knives And Pens - Black Veil Brides |
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Post by Emily Beckett on Sept 2, 2009 19:24:36 GMT -5
  Oh, hello... Emily thought quite happily as he removed his hat from his head and messed around with his hair before putting his hat back on his head and moving his hand so that it was now behind him, in the sand. She smiled, wondered if she was going insane and decided to see what would happen in the near future if they carried on talking to each other the way there were, now.
Gavin's tongue held a piercing as he stuck it out at her sarcastic comment, that was about the only piercing that she didn't have, and didn't fancy having, either. It wasn't that she didn't like tongue piercings, it was just that she wasn't so sure she'd be able to stand the pain of getting one - it would hurt a lot more than the nose, lip, ear and scaffold piercings. Probably more than that tattoos, as well - not something she wished to endure. Though, it did look pretty good on him.
Would make a pretty good sex... toy!
Oh, what, you're not a bad girl all the time? That's a shame, that is; I was really looking forward to seeing you in a leather mini skirt or something. Gavin was pouting, this time it was Emily's turn to stick out her tongue, she smiled brightly. "Sadly, the shortest item of clothing I own, is these shorts." Emily adjusted her position again, sitting up on her knees straighter so he could see them; her t-shirt tucked into them.
You have so little faith me, it's sad.
"Of course I don't have faith," she laughed. "but I have a feeling you know what I mean, or something along that line, or not. I don't really remember." Emily giggled, she'd forgotten what she had been about to say and ended up making no sense... whatsoever.
outfit: here
notes: hrm.
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Post by Gavin Marks on Sept 2, 2009 19:34:01 GMT -5
Watching as her smile widened ever-so-slightly when he took off his hat, Gavin felt a smile on his own face. He'd always been rather proud of his hair, and did all he could to keep it shiny, healthy, and oh-so-soft.
"Sadly, the shortest item of clothing I own, is these shorts." Smirking dirtily, Gavin let his gaze wander lazily down to her legs, all the way down, and all the way back up, taking his sweet time about it. "Oh, they work just fine," he assured her with a wicked grin. She had just about the best legs he'd seen, if he was going to be honest, and he began to daydream about dirty little things, toying with his lip ring while he thought.
"But I have a feeling you know what I mean, or something along that line, or not. I don't really remember." Her expression was one of blank confusion, and Gav could not help but laugh aloud at it, his head falling back slightly as he laughed. "Do you ramble like that all the time?" he asked, "or am I just getting special privilage? Eh, don't worry, it's cute," he finished, his eyes scanning the beach around them. There were few people, probably because it was so damned cold--
Gavin had momentarily forgotten about how cold it was; he'd been completely distracted by he and Emily's conversation. Now that he thought about it, he was freezing, and he looked back over at Emily. "You've got to be cold with them little shorts on," he started, his words coming out slower than normal. "My house isn't too far from here, if you want to get warm." There was a double meaning in his voice, and he knew it was obvious, and he wondered if the girl would pick up on it.
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Post by Emily Beckett on Sept 2, 2009 19:49:27 GMT -5
Something about his smirk told Emily that he was thinking about a lot more than just her legs and she was going to let him, haha! She watched as he took his own sweet time in looking down her legs and back up again to her face, it was funny to her but she didn't dare laugh. It wouldn't be the first time she'd had a guy stare at her legs. Oh, they work just fine. Emily nodded, turned her head and tilted it downwards with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.
After the rambling, Emily pursed her lips together and bit the inside of her lip; she didn't usually talk like that to people, so it was a little weird. Her face blanked and Gavin laughed. Do you ramble like that all the time? "Er, no." Emily admitted with a small blush and a grin. "But you should feel special about me rambling to you." or am I just getting special privilage? Eh, don't worry, it's cute. Well, that did it. Emily blushed a little more.
You've got to be cold with them little shorts on, my house isn't too far from here, if you want to get warm. Mm, there was no way in hell that Emily missed the double meaning, the sexual innuendo and the playful tone in his voice. "Mm, but the beach is nice." she laughed.
outfit: here
notes: hrm.
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Post by Gavin Marks on Sept 2, 2009 19:59:18 GMT -5
Gavin noticed the laughter in Emily's eyes, as he looked down to her legs and then back up; it brought a light to her eyes that made his stomach do weird, funny things. He didn't like that feeling, the lighter-than-air, fluttery feeling that was brewing in his stomach. He needed a way to stop it, but he kenw that the only thing that would do that would be to leave Emily here and go home alone. And that was something he just did not want to do-- she was too damn fine to pass up.
At his mention that her rambling was cute-- it was the truth, actually, not just a line-- he saw the blush in her cheeks, and felt a growing smile on his face. "Aw, did I make you embarassed?" he asked in a cutesy tone, his laughter light and happy. "I'm only being honest. I'm always honest; it's the one thing about me you can really count on." Well, that and my sex drive, but we won't go there just yet. With any luck you'll find out soon enough.
Just as a little shiver trembled it's way down his spine, he heard Emily say, "Mm, but the beach is nice." Shaking his head, Gavin had to disagree with her. "No, the beach is damn cold, is what the beach is," he replied, a breath-taking smile lighting his face. "Come on, I've got hot chocolate at my house, or coffee if you prefer it."
And I've got a brand new pack of smokes waiting for me, he added in his mind, feeling the incredibly annoying desire for a cigarette. He wondered if this girl would get all in a tizzy about him smoking-- some girls were like that, big health nuts, and majorly against smoking. His most often comment to their comments was "shut the fuck up," and that tended to work well.
"Pretty please?"
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music; Knives And Pens - Black Veil Brides
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