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Goodbye
Mar 8, 2008 23:51:15 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Mar 8, 2008 23:51:15 GMT -5
The cottage was cute and suited her perfectly and as David stood infront of the oak door and knocked quietely, half-hoping she wasn't home he couldn't help but imagine her living all alone here.
He looked a wreck, it was obvious he hadn't slept in a while and he had a look of being deeply affected by something. His eyes were too-bright and seemed to have a hard time staying focused. His friendly aura was all but evaporated.
But he had to do this. He had to tell Samantha he was going to be ignoring her. He was her friend, but he was more Gavin's and so this was the only solution that made sense and would stop the twisting of his internal organs.
He knocked again, a little louder this time.
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 9, 2008 0:08:40 GMT -5
Ugh. Company. She kept her finger marking her place in her book and bit her bottom lip, debating on whether ignoring whoever it was. They knocked again, louder and she sighed heavily. Placing her book down, she stood to her feet and hurried to her room. "Just a minute!" she called impatiently at the door.
Hm. Okay. Dress. Er, not okay. Petticoats and pinafores and corsets and hoop skirts were likely not a very good idea. Muttering irritably about inconvenient timing, she yanked a lavender silk jumper around her waist and floated quickly to the door.
Had she been paying attention, she would have noticed her hair blending from brown to a deep red, her eyes shifting to a flashing green. Her face stayed the same, but with a vague sauciness about it. So she opened the door, looking fit to put Jessica Rabbit to shame, one annoyed eyebrow raised.
Her eyes widened when she saw who stood on her porch. "David? How did you know where I lived? Oh, you look absolutely terrible. Are you alright?" She paused, eyeing him warily. "Are you drunk?"
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Post by Jules on Mar 9, 2008 0:16:48 GMT -5
"No."
At least this time he wasn't. David hadn't thought it would be such a great idea to show up drunk and oh god why did she look like that. That wasn't fair.
"Why isn't your forhead sprightly?" He asked weakly. Her forhead should be sprightly...not...this. Not looking exactly like how he imagined the girl he'd want would look like. That. Wasn't. Fair.
His fingers twitched and he...
"I came to say goodbye..." He wasn't ever going to talk to her again. He wasn't ever going to see her looking like this again. And he wasn't ever going to be attracted to someone else again. This wasn't fairrr.
Gavin. Remember Gavin? Your best friend? This was fair, this was apologizing to him. This was being a good friend.
"I can't...be around you anymore."
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 9, 2008 0:23:09 GMT -5
"Why isn't my forehead sprightly?" she repeated, blinking. She touched it absently, confused, and then the word 'goodbye' sank into her consciousness.
"What? Why not?" she demanded, hands flying to her hips. She was tempted to be angry, but she was just confused enough that it held it at bay. "Forgive me if I'm mistaken, Mr Kingsby," she said slowly, "but weren't we getting along?" She should probably invite him in, but if he was saying 'goodbye' what was the point?
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Post by Jules on Mar 9, 2008 0:35:11 GMT -5
"We are. Were. I don't know anymore."
He raked his hand through his hair, looking positively tortured but unable to look away from the source (her). There was too much confliction going on inside him for him to stay sober for too much longer. He had to get this done and over with.
"But Gavin....and you. And so I....can't. Can't be around you anymore. Sorry. So sorry."
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 9, 2008 0:43:01 GMT -5
She listened for a moment, and slowly, it began to sink in. "Gavin and I?" she said. An uneasy feeling had settled into her stomach. "You can't be around me because of Gavin? But I.... you said...."
She pursed her lips, looking straight into his eyes. "Are you....attracted to me?" It was such an unusual question to actually say out loud, and she felt a bit awkward saying it.
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Post by Jules on Mar 9, 2008 0:48:10 GMT -5
"Yes." He croaked hoarsely, staring into that perfect face.
And that's when some part of him shut down. When he finally admitted out loud that he was indeed attracted to Samantha Cross, the part of him that was always the Good Friend seemed to go into shock and something else took over. He reached out and snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her agaisnt him. His free hand stroked her face, then wound into her hair, pulling her head back so he could lean in and kiss her.
Kiss her with a few centuries worth of frustration. Kiss her with all the want and need that had builded up in him for so long and had never been able to express itself until now. With all the lust he'd wished he'd had over the years. With everything.
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 9, 2008 1:07:04 GMT -5
Her eyes widened as he suddenly pulled her to him. Something akin to unease, fright, and.... excitement, shot down her spine. "David--" she began warningly.
And then he kissed her. Really kissed her. It was.... wow. There was oomph behind this kiss. Her fingers clutched onto the fabric of his shirt on his shoulders, bracing herself, because she felt like she was drowning. It was one of those soul-piercing French affairs. Being who she was, it was hard to miss the desperate want, the need.
The Scarlet Woman shed Samantha's surprise, and kissed David back, not hiding her intentions in the least.
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Post by Jules on Mar 9, 2008 1:17:16 GMT -5
Gavin who?
David's arm tightened agaisnt her waist. Surprisingly, he wasn't a bumbling fool. He was managing just fine for never having done anything like this before.
Using his grip on her waist, he crossed the threshold of her cottage, closing the door behind him with a foot. He didn't pause so much in his kissing of her as take minor breaks to trail down her jawbone, her neck, her shoulder.
His hand came away from her hair, and he let her waist go. Sliding his hands down her hips, he toyed with the hem of the jumper she was wearing.
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 9, 2008 1:34:58 GMT -5
Briefly Gavin appeared in her mind, and with it guilt, but the Scarlet woman denies no one. And should she not submit to them that own her, than she would suffer the consequences.
Not.... that she was thinking very seriously about stopping anyway. When David's lips finally left hers, she was reminded of the lyrics, 'When he kissed me, I remained kissed.'
With practiced expertise, she removed him of his shirt. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his pants and led him to the bedroom. "Come with me," she said softly, lips curled.
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Post by Jules on Mar 9, 2008 1:50:43 GMT -5
David followed without hesitation, how could he deny this now?
The room suited her, was just like he'd expected, but he didn't really care about the decor. His hand circled her wrist and remove her fingers from his waistband, so that he could turn her to face him and lift the jumper over her head. He took her face in his hands and leaned over her to kiss her again.
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 9, 2008 2:03:19 GMT -5
She was in tune with his pleasures, his needs and desires. She knew exactly what to do to make it an experience worth remembering. And it was all the sweeter that she could teach him.
She laced her arms around his neck, and pulled him back onto the bed.
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Post by Jules on Mar 9, 2008 2:57:06 GMT -5
With conciousness and the rememberance of last night's events. Not that it hadn't been....wonderful.
But Gavin. Oh, god. Gavin. David stood slowly and got dressed slowly and moved slowly as if it would stave off complete awareness of the situation. But it only worked for so long and when he came to understand the full consequences of what he'd done, and as his Friend part woke up, guilt came crashing down.
He looked to the sleeping Samantha. He had to get out of here, the pain was almost crippling. He would go home, he would drink and he'd find some way to make everything just go away.
David had effectively ruined everything that had been going somewhat decent in his life.
He would leave without waking her. Slipping on his shoes, he paused at the doorway to her room.
"Goodbye." He muttered. It was unlikely he'd ever talk to her again.
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 9, 2008 3:08:46 GMT -5
Samantha awoke about an hour after David left. Squinting against the sunlight poring through her window, she sat up straight, holding the sheet to her chest. Mmm... she thought fuzzily, still not awake, that had been a truly fantastic round... well, rounds, she should say, of....
Oh no.
The tingly rembrances of the previous night fled and the reality of the actions hit her. She flopped back down into her pillows, sighing. She'd broken up many a relationship before, but it had never been hers. She'd never known the person that got hurt. And damn, it hurt to know.
She pulled the quilt over her head. Why should she feel guilty? Gavin had made no claim to..... well, in his own way.... but they weren't exclusive..... But. His best friend. Who, incidentally, was quite a master at something he hadn't practiced much, and..... no.
Ugh. Blast this guilt to the ninth level of hell.
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