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Aug 29, 2008 23:05:47 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 29, 2008 23:05:47 GMT -5
She was as thin as a pole, and not nearly as strong as him-- he could barely feel her on his back, but laughing, he decided to placate her and dramatically gasped and threw himself back, plunging them both into the water.
They sank together, she could probably hold her breath longer than he could. So he decided to steal some of her oxygen. He twisted in her hold, and still under water, pressed his lips to hers.
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Aug 29, 2008 23:33:25 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 29, 2008 23:33:25 GMT -5
She could tell he'd fallen on purpose, and was smiling widely as they sank, especially when he turned around and kissed her. It was true, she didn't need to breath as much as the average person. Zizzy braced herself on his shoulders and sank into the kiss easier then she sank in water.
He could be the one to decide to break to the surface when he needed to.
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Aug 29, 2008 23:44:36 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 29, 2008 23:44:36 GMT -5
As predicted, he needed oxygen first. He kissed the tip of her nose and then pushed his arms away from her, propelling himself up to the surface. He took in a grateful gulp of air and wiped the hair from his face, though several strands remained plastered down his face. He tried to see through the choppy water, waiting for her.
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Aug 30, 2008 0:09:20 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 30, 2008 0:09:20 GMT -5
She swam up after him, grinning as she surfaced, pushing wet hair out of her face, and then smoothed the few strands away from his face and laughed softly, closing the distance between them and kissing him again, one hand tangled in his long hair, the other clutched to his shoulder.
This was bliss.
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Aug 30, 2008 1:03:52 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 30, 2008 1:03:52 GMT -5
He pressed her against him, massaging fingers through the muscles in her lower back. He bit gently at her neck and growled a little in her ear. "Let's go back," he murmured. "I need a solid surface to do what I plan to do to you."
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Aug 30, 2008 1:34:20 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 30, 2008 1:34:20 GMT -5
Zizzy had to hold on a little tighter just to stay afloat for a moment. She stole another quick kiss before nodding happily. "Okay." She swung around, on his back again and smoothed a hand over the lovely tattoo there.
"But you're giving me a ride." She said matter-of-factly. Besides, if she tried to swim back to shore, they'd be all day at it.
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Aug 30, 2008 1:52:40 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 30, 2008 1:52:40 GMT -5
He sighed irritably. "If I must."
It didn't take long to reach the shore, they hadn't swam (in the loosest sense of the word) that far. They broke through the waves, until he waded only to his shins, but he didn't relinquish his hold on her. He flipped her over and brought her down into the wet sand with him, attacking their interrupted make-out session with renewed fervor.
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Aug 30, 2008 2:20:21 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 30, 2008 2:20:21 GMT -5
Zizzy didn't care that they'd be sand everywhere when she got home. Or that the waves were still tickling at her legs, her hands slipped down his arms and intertwined her hands with his. then lifting theirs above her head.
Her breathing quickened, her cheeks flushed and she was already glowing. It was the first time she'd kissed him like this since Iker. The difference was palpable. He never came close to hurting her. Without quite meaning to let it, a few tears leaked from her closed eyes. Although her hair was dripping, as was his, which she was grateful for---it was unlikely that he'd notice.
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Aug 31, 2008 11:48:06 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 31, 2008 11:48:06 GMT -5
The tear slipped into the edge of their kiss, spiking it with salty twinge that barely permeated Zizzy's own, unique taste, but Armand noticed. He pulled back, touching a thumb to the corner of her eye.
"What's wrong?" he whispered with concern. He shifted a little bit away from her, brushing her cheek. "Did I hurt you?"
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Aug 31, 2008 12:02:29 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 31, 2008 12:02:29 GMT -5
Zizzy shook her head softly, "He did when he, when we...and I still thought he was you." It wasn't something she'd really dealt with yet. She sat up a little and tired on a smile, surprisingly it didn't tremble.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be telling you this." It would only upset him, make him angry, maybe even at her.
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Aug 31, 2008 12:23:39 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 31, 2008 12:23:39 GMT -5
"He hurt you when--" He broke off, horrified and enraged. He crumpled, falling onto her neck. His lips moved against the soft skin there, hands shaking in their hold on her. "Oh, Zizzy. Zizzy.... I'm sorry."
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Aug 31, 2008 12:39:59 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 31, 2008 12:39:59 GMT -5
Immediately, she felt guilty. If she'd been able to lie she would've saved him from this. Her hand stroked her hair, although whether it was to soothe him or herself was unclear. "It's my fault." Voice filled with anger directed at no one but herself. Not even Iker.
She held him close then, drawing comfort from his presence. "I hate myself for it. And I'm so sorry." They hadn't really talked about it since they'd found out what Iker had done. "I'm afraid you're going to..." But she trailed off, because she'd used up her Pathetic quotient for the day. "I'm sorry for being a downer."
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Aug 31, 2008 12:52:35 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 31, 2008 12:52:35 GMT -5
"It's not your fault," he said tightly. He kissed her fiercely, though couldn't do much more for fear of losing control. "It's Iker, he..." He trailed off and his eyes narrowed. "You're afraid I'm going to..... hurt you, like him?"
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Aug 31, 2008 13:03:05 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Aug 31, 2008 13:03:05 GMT -5
Her eyes widened in surprise. That hadn't been what she'd meant at all. Not even close, she shook her head, horrified. "Armand, no. I know you'd never." What she'd been worried about was, in comparison, a lot less severe.
She almost laughed, a choked, desperate noise. "I'm scared you're going to leave because of it. How can you forgive me?" When she could hardly forgive herself.
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Aug 31, 2008 20:04:16 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Aug 31, 2008 20:04:16 GMT -5
"Oh." It was his turn to stare at her in surprise. He stroked her face. "I'm not leaving." He almost laughed himself, shaking his head and bending down to kiss her, slow and soft. "Silly girl. I can't leave you."
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