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Post by Moonshine on Oct 20, 2011 14:32:16 GMT -5
He groaned, insides twisted up with want and need. "Dammit, Rosie...yer killin' me..."
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Post by Rose on Oct 20, 2011 14:33:53 GMT -5
Rose started walking toward her grandmother's house, almost at a loss for words.
"Whiskey, I... I just think you would be better off forgetting about me."
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 20, 2011 14:36:58 GMT -5
He fell in step beside her, hands shoved in his pockets, a small frown at his lips. "And why would that be, huh?"
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Post by Rose on Oct 20, 2011 14:40:36 GMT -5
"Because..." Rose sighed heavily, eyes fixed on the ground in front of her. "Because, in the end, I won't be able to give you what you want. I can't. You're wasting your time with me. I'm sorry, I should have been honest with you from the beginning."
She said all this in a very matter-of-fact tone, because that's what it was: fact. Plain and simple fact.
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 20, 2011 14:41:51 GMT -5
He glanced at her, frowning in confusion. "I don't get it...what does that even mean?"
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Post by Rose on Oct 20, 2011 14:44:35 GMT -5
Rose shot him a look, pursing her lips. "You know what it means, I'm not going to explain myself."
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 20, 2011 14:46:03 GMT -5
"No, really, Rose, I don't get it. What exactly do ya think I'm after that you can't gimme?" He raised a brow at her.
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Post by Rose on Oct 20, 2011 14:50:01 GMT -5
"Basically...anything more than unattached, unemotional, competely platonic kissing." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, biting her lip. She was starting to get really uncomfortable now, and she wasn't sure how long she could remain in his presence.
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 20, 2011 14:52:28 GMT -5
He spoke slowly, eyeing her. "'Unemotional' and 'platonic'...? You call what we just did 'unemotional' and 'platonic'?" He scoffed, insulted. "I'm callin' bullshit."
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Post by Rose on Oct 20, 2011 14:55:04 GMT -5
"Call bullshit all you want, Whiskey. Then, do yourself a favor and go find some other willing blonde - because I know there are many - to kiss, and forget you ever met Rose Howard."
They had arrived at the steps of her grandmother's house, and she began to ascend them.
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 20, 2011 15:01:07 GMT -5
"The hell with that." He grabbed hold of her wrist, tugging her back to him as he captured her lips in a deep, desperate kiss.
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Post by Rose on Oct 20, 2011 15:03:52 GMT -5
Rose shoved him away and, upon pulling back far enough, promptly slapped him across the cheek.
((And, with that, I go to bed. Night! Just let me know when you want to start our AU thread!))
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 20, 2011 15:08:16 GMT -5
He stared at her, wide-eyed, actually shocked by her reaction. "What the hell was that about?!"
((Start it whenever you want! Night!))
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Post by Rose on Oct 20, 2011 22:29:05 GMT -5
"I told you to forget about me," Rose said, her voice low and her tone saying nothing less than 'obedience or death.' She rarely used this tone, for she rarely got angry. "If you're the least bit smart, you'll do so."
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Post by Moonshine on Oct 20, 2011 23:12:19 GMT -5
He stiffened, eyes darkening. "What the fuck, Rose! You can't fuckin' kiss me like ya have been and then just tell me to forget it ever happened!"
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