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Post by Jules on Nov 23, 2008 23:16:48 GMT -5
"Again you mean?" She hissed and was about to spit out something else when she felt his lips against her skin. It bewildered her for a moment. She twined her fingers in the front of his shirt to pull herself up. "Non, I zink I am okay. But you could do wizz a few jelly donuts."
Marie's mind flicked to something Sam had said and she mulled it over for a moment before using her grip on his shirt to yank him forward and kiss him on the lips. When he pushed her away, she could just blame it on being drunk.
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 23, 2008 23:34:56 GMT -5
Oh boy.
First of all, he liked agressive girls, and secondly, he'd kissed her once before, and it hadn't been bad that time either. A nice zippity-doo-dah rippled from their connected lips, down his stomach and beyond. And since it felt so good, that was the first tip off it wasn't decent. This was a body first, head next, heart last, kind of kiss. Only after a good minute of really nice kissing, where he was sure his tongue touched hers more than once, did he yank back, horrified at himself.
He had a little alcohol, but not that much.
The kissing wasn't nearly so bad as the enjoying the kissing. "Oh no." His eyes widened as he stared at Marie. "Oh shit. Wait." He had to be sure. He grabbed her face in his hands and gave her another thorough kiss. When he pulled away, he frowned. "Damn. Now it's worse."
He flopped onto his back, covering his face with his hands. He continued to curse, with the occasional, 'I can't believe this' thrown into the mix.
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Post by Jules on Nov 23, 2008 23:43:03 GMT -5
He was so warm, she felt like she was going to melt. There was a bit of pain associated with her ragged breathing, but it was very, very much worth it. When he pulled away, she was flushed for once, but he wasn't exactly having the reaction she was hoping for. He confused her even more by kissing her soundly yet again before having some kind of potty-mouth breakdown.
She sat in the sand and let him go for a moment, feeling kind of hurt. This wasn't what was supposed to happen after you kiss a boy you really like and he kisses you back. But of course, he was probably feeling guilty over the little Nellie.
"Eets not zat 'ard to believe." She muttered after the fifth time he said it. "I'm not zat ugly."
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 23, 2008 23:56:02 GMT -5
He groaned in despair.
"I wish you were ugly." He removed his hands from his face, only to rub his fingers over his temples.
How could he do this to Nellie? She didn't kiss any Dream boys behind his back. (At least, he hoped she didn't). Anyone else... and the guilt wouldn't be so bad. He didn't do guilt. But Nellie was so...innocent, so unassuming. So naive.
He sighed. "We can't hang out anymore. I am," he closed his eyes, grimacing,"very attracted to you and I don't trust myself not to... do that again, if I'm around you all the time. So. From now on, distance is essential."
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Post by Jules on Nov 24, 2008 0:06:17 GMT -5
Marie's eyes widened, a stupid kiss wasn't worth never seeing him again. "Non! Please, Alexandair, you are a good friend, please. Eet waz my fault, I'll stop. I'm sorry." She began wringing her hands as she watched him anxiously. Life wasn't fair.
"I like spending time wizz you." The thought of him never being around to chase out the dusty loneliness, or to be undefining with was heart-wrenching.
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 24, 2008 0:12:03 GMT -5
"I know," he said, dropping his hands.
And secretly, he mourned not only the friendship, but what would have been a fun and empassioned relationship, perhaps brief, perhaps not, had it happened before he'd fallen in love with someone else.
"But I can't," he continued helplessly. "You don't understand. My willpower isn't that strong."
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Post by Jules on Nov 24, 2008 0:19:42 GMT -5
"But..." She couldn't believe this was happening. Damn Nellie. "Eet waz me, and I can stop and please, Alex, you....you mean a lot to me." She ducked her head, hair suddenly long enough to hide her face. Marie was used to getting her way, and so this feeling of everything spiraling out of control was so foreign and unwelcome it made her ill.
"I don't want you to go away."
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 24, 2008 0:32:37 GMT -5
"Ah, Marie..." He shook his head and tucked her curtain of hair behind her ear. "It wasn't just you."
He needed a lot more alcohol. The buzz in his head had turned heavy, and now felt more like a headache. He hadn't expected to feel emotionally bad about leaving.
"But... what do you think would happen if we kept spending time together?"
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Post by Jules on Nov 24, 2008 0:42:09 GMT -5
She would fall in love. She wasn't quite there yet, but Marie knew if they continued spending time together she would fall in love while he married his little Nellie and lived happily ever after. And it would hurt and it would suck, but it wasn't as bad as never seeing him again.
"Nozzing. I would be good." She felt the tears starting to make her voice tremble, her hands shake, but the last thing she wanted to do was cry in front of him (again), so she bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood. "You don't understand, you can't leave me alone. You can't."
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 24, 2008 0:51:06 GMT -5
It was seeing her eyes glisten over with tears that did it. He winced and let out a long breath. This was trouble. But even as he thought it, he drew his arms around her shoulders.
"Okay," he gave in with a strained smile, "But if I get fiesty, you slap me."
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Post by Jules on Nov 24, 2008 1:01:26 GMT -5
Marie leaned into him gratefully, feeling relieved but also horribly sad. If she wanted to stay friends with him, it could never ever be more than that. And she'd so enjoyed kissing him. Trying to draw comfort from at the very least his hold, she fought back the bitter, sulfuric jealousy threatening to dissolve her senses.
"Deal." She murmured, feeling like she was betraying some part of herself in the promise. She deserved better than this. "Zank you."
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 24, 2008 1:06:32 GMT -5
Pfff... what happned to getting drunk and taking a nap?
He rested his cheek on the top of her head and dragged the bottle of brandy through the sand. He handed it to her first. "I think we need this."
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Post by Jules on Nov 24, 2008 1:22:25 GMT -5
She chuckled softly, more just an amused exhalation. Yes, getting drunk and drowning the bad feelings seemed like a really good idea. She took the brandy and sipped it readily, tilting her head back to ease it's path to her blood stream.
Sharing? Pffft sharing was for people who weren't secretly miserable.
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 24, 2008 1:28:49 GMT -5
"Hey. I said we." He glared and snagged the bottle back. He held it up to the light and swished the liquid around. "Geez, you drank like... half of it in one go." He took a long swallow and sighed in satisfaction, pleased to feel he buzz start to return. "Actually..." He kept glancing at her lips. "Getting drunk..er... was probably a bad idea."
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Post by Jules on Nov 24, 2008 1:40:04 GMT -5
Marie was gone. Downing half a bottle of brandy so quickly gave her a feeling like she was going to float away. An impish grin plastered her face and her eyes swam sleepily, slightly glazed. "Hmmm? Why not? I feel great." And she did, no more needling little pricks of pain when she considered everything that had happened. No more being miserable for her! She held out her hand for the bottle. "I zink it waz a great idea." Thankfully, no matter how drunk Marie got, she never slurred her speech.
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