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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 25, 2008 22:17:54 GMT -5
She grinned, leading them over a small hill to a grassy cove, sheltered by the generous shade of surrounding trees. She'd used the spot before, to read, to be alone.
She sat down gracefully, her skirts billowing around her like a mushroom before settling. "Can you make it?" she asked, barely curbing her laugh watching him struggle with the gigantic basket.
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Post by Jules on Sept 25, 2008 22:35:47 GMT -5
"Yes." I hope. Falling in front of Samantha was not something he wanted to do. But he managed, and set the basket gratefully down near them, pulling out the soft checkered blanket, snapping it open and laying it flat against the grass before sitting down and starting to pull things out.
"Look at this champagne, and this cheese, and look here, and ooooh this looks good---what is it?" He stared at the confusing confection and handed it over to Samantha for identification.
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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 25, 2008 22:49:46 GMT -5
She wrinkled her nose, taking the small jar from his hands. "That's caviar, darling," she told him. And with normal foods like cheese and champagne, she would not be trying any.
"This was a wonderful idea, David," she said softly. "Thank you for taking me."
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Post by Jules on Sept 25, 2008 22:55:04 GMT -5
He turned, a baguette in one hand and a tray of chocolates in the other, a really big grin on his face. He was absolutely pleased with himself, perhaps too much so, and you could tell. "Oh ya?" David put down the food and uncorked the champagne with a pop, filling two of the flutes and handing one to her. "I did good?" A little less cocky now, more seeking reassurance. "I'm not usually good at this kind of thing, don't have the knack for anything but friendship."
He smiled and held up his glass in invitation to toast, "To?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 25, 2008 23:24:05 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes, smilling at his infectious grin. She raised her own glass, pausing a moment.
"To being what we were not created to be," she said, and touched hers lightly against his before bringing the rim to her lips.
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Post by Jules on Sept 26, 2008 19:31:48 GMT -5
He liked that toast and drank readily to it. He was trying and he wanted so badly to succeed. He took some berries out of the basket and popped open the lid, taking one of the plump little fruits delicately in between his fingers. David grinned a little (surprisingly) devilishly.
"Open your mouth."
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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 29, 2008 22:36:37 GMT -5
She raised an eyebrow. He was certainly on the right path to defying his genetics. She took the berry between her lips, keeping her eyes on his. She chewed slowly, and swallowed, leaning forward to pluck another fruit from his hand.
She smiled, holding it up by his nose, moving it tauntingly in circles around his mouth. "Your turn."
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Post by Jules on Sept 30, 2008 7:11:38 GMT -5
Well this was much more romantic then trying to pelt a berry into her mouth. He froze a moment as she took the berry from his fingers with her mouth, and when she came near his with her own fingers and berry, he didn't feel much hungry anymore. David grabbed her wrist and wrapped an arm around her back, leaning over her to kiss her soundly, slowly coaxing her into lying down on the blanket.
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Post by Miss Jack on Sept 30, 2008 16:51:34 GMT -5
She smiled against his lips, leaning back onto the blanket submissively. She pressed her hands against his shoulder blades, bracing herself as well as drawing him closer. Within moments, she felt breathless, a familiar heat blossoming from her stomach.
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Post by Jules on Sept 30, 2008 17:16:09 GMT -5
David supported himself with one hand flat on the ground, he pulled away for a moment, looking down at her with an expression of pure adoration, stroking her hair. Just looking at her made him want to smile until his face split in half.
But he couldn't not kiss her for too long, he found, and soon he was kissing her with renewed zeal, not caring about the somewhat scandalized mutterings from the walker-bys.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 2, 2008 22:00:03 GMT -5
She returned the kiss with equal ardor, pleased that at least in this respect, they seemed to share the same passion.
Less eager to be the topic of scandal, she broke their contact, her face and neck flushed over the collar of her dress. "If we carry on like this, we're going to need a room," she said gently.
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Post by Jules on Oct 2, 2008 22:14:53 GMT -5
He almost panicked, because the moment she broke the contact he lost whatever feeling inside him that had been allowing him to touch her that way and all feelings of passion fizzled flat. He sat up, straightened his jacket and offered her a frustrated look, knowing it lacked the heat it had contained moments before.
"I hate myself." He muttered with dark sincerity and reached for the bottle of champagne.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 2, 2008 22:18:01 GMT -5
She sat up, confused and (surprisingly) concerned. She laid a hand over his, temporarily stopping the journey of the champagne bottle to his mouth.
"I only meant that perhaps it was inappropriate for a public setting, but.... you didn't do anything wrong, David."
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Post by Jules on Oct 2, 2008 22:25:34 GMT -5
"It's not that." He said, and relinquished the bottle to her. "I'm not attracted to you anymore." He realized that sounded a bit harsh and cruel, but for once he couldn't help it. This was for her own good. She deserved someone who wasn't so screwed up.
"I can't do this. It's too hard."
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 2, 2008 22:46:33 GMT -5
Her eyes widened as she absorbed his words; a bambi, mildly bewildered look. "I-- what?"
How could he not be attracted to her? Mere moments ago they had been mid-embrace. Her skin was still warm from it, though it cooled quickly now.
Her eyes narrowed. "Don't tell me it's too hard, David Kingsby. This is worth struggling for."
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