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Post by Script on Nov 12, 2011 15:49:36 GMT -5
She didn't unbuckle his belt, but she did let one hand move lower to feel him through his pants. She rubbed at him, just a little, and she sucked at a spot on his neck, just below his ear.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 12, 2011 15:50:40 GMT -5
"Fuck," he muttered, his hand instinctively coming up to push hers away. "Script..." Why was she torturing him like this?!
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Post by Script on Nov 12, 2011 15:54:43 GMT -5
She winced, a little hurt that he pushed her hand away, and she sat up enough to meet his eyes. "Skitts...I know you want me. I can feel it...literally." she smirked just a little, leaning in to kiss him, whispering. "I want you, too, Skittery...bad..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 12, 2011 16:01:54 GMT -5
He hissed, turning his head away, even though he knew he was hurting her even more. He knew he just needed to say why he couldn't do this with her now. "Script, I just think that...it should be about love. And you're still in love with him." He swore that if anybody else learned his thoughts on sex, he would kill someone.
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Post by Script on Nov 12, 2011 16:04:54 GMT -5
She froze, staring at him, the scrambled off his lap in a rush, banging her knee on the coffee table. She burst into tears, but only partially because of her knee.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 12, 2011 16:08:24 GMT -5
He muttered a string of curses as he put his shirt back on, buttoning up a few buttons, then pulled her to him. Why did girls cry so much?
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Post by Script on Nov 12, 2011 16:36:57 GMT -5
She stiffened in his embrace, feeling stupid and embarrassed. "I'm fine!" She said it on a sob.
((Sorry, I'm helping my mom set up for our party, so I'll be super slow, but I'm still around.))
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Post by Skittery on Nov 12, 2011 16:44:16 GMT -5
((Aww, fun! I'm about to leave to go to Stone Mountain park with my family - stonemountainpark.com/ it's our local claim to fame, lol)) He just shushed her, smoothing her hair and holding her tighter. He knew she needed it, whether or not she wanted it. |
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Post by Script on Nov 12, 2011 16:46:41 GMT -5
((Aw, fun!))
She hit his chest once with her fist, though not hard, then clung to him, crying desperately against his shoulder. "He broke me..!"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 12, 2011 16:50:49 GMT -5
"I know," he muttered, furrowing his brow as he held her. He rubbed her back, hoping he was comforting her and not making it worse. "He's an asshole."
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Post by Script on Nov 12, 2011 17:04:11 GMT -5
She shook her head, still pressed against him, crying. "But he's not! He's a good person, he just...doesn't think! And I was stupid and got in over my head and he didn't know they were going to take me!" She didn't even realize what she was saying.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 12, 2011 20:33:31 GMT -5
He furrowed his brow, holding her tighter and kissing her hair. "Who took you?"
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Post by Script on Nov 12, 2011 21:45:56 GMT -5
It came pouring out of her in a rush. "The warden! He sold me to Eastman! They made me go to Heather Mae's in Five Points! Eastman...he...he--" she choked on a sob.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 12, 2011 21:58:40 GMT -5
His eyes widened. What the hell? "Oh, Script..." he said softly, holding her even tighter. He was surprised he hadn't suffocated her by now. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry." He murmured into her ear, trying to soothe her and make her feel better.
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Post by Script on Nov 12, 2011 22:06:06 GMT -5
She clung to him, wanting to get lost in him. She cried until she was empty, face nuzzled in the crook of his neck.
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