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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 5, 2008 0:25:18 GMT -5
Her eyes darkened at his comment, the ticklish, butterfly happiness his touches stirred in her dropping away.
"No," she replied after a moment. "But they're never after me, they're just after what I represent. I've had fun times, I suppose, because of it. Mostly, it's tiring to be only defined by your beauty, and some of the men have been... overly agressive." She shrugged, her eyes clearing. "But I suppose we all have something to bear, yes? Where as I couldn't escape it, I imagine it would be equally unpleasant to be unable to obtain it for such a long time either." She raised an eyebrow at him.
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Post by Jules on Dec 5, 2008 0:33:48 GMT -5
David was very surprised when a rush of anger hit him when she mentioned some guys got aggressive with her. He was a Dream, he wasn't supposed to want to kill people he didn't even know with his bare hands. "If anyone ever hurts you again, you tell me okay? I don't look like much, but I really do throw a good punch." He cupped the nape of her neck, his thumb stroking the soft skin of her throat.
"I'm more like you than you think. I was very much forced into being women's friend. Women I hated, women I couldn't stand, who grated at every part of me, I was forced to act like I adored. And then gorgeous women who I thought I could love, if only I was allowed. Constantly the best friend. I couldn't even feel lust. Just knowing I wanted to." He sighed, then smiled at her. "But all that's changing."
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 5, 2008 0:49:51 GMT -5
Mmm.... she liked the feel of his hand on her neck. "Yes, well, I fully intend to make myself unavailable to other men's advances. Physically, anyway. I can't help the lewd stares."
"I'm sorry," she said, touching his hair. It had a way of falling across his forehead. "You are adorable, it's understandable."
She looked at him. She, who had never known male companionship, only passion, and he, who had never known passion, only companionship. How did they ever find each other?
She had to have him, so she did, leaning forward over the table to seize his lips with her own.
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Post by Jules on Dec 5, 2008 0:53:34 GMT -5
He kissed her back eagerly, enthralled that he was still capable, that everything was going perfectly. He reached into his pocket without interrupting their kissing and threw down a healthy fistful of bills. He didn't give a shit if he was overpaying (even less if he was under-paying).
"Want to skip dessert?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 5, 2008 1:08:11 GMT -5
"There is nothing I want to do more than skip dessert," she agreed, taking his hand and yanking him up from the table.
She mentally crossed her fingers that they would make it. Not just because she wanted David so bad it actually hurt, because at the height of their passion was always when disaster struck.
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Post by Jules on Dec 5, 2008 1:18:56 GMT -5
He figured as long as they kept it up in the carriage ride to her place (he still hadn't taken down the card sculptures), he would be okay. He led her eagerly out of the restaurant and into the carriage and attacked her the moment they were both settled. He pulled her onto his lap, side-ways and wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her. His other hand cupped the back of her head and held it in place as he kissed her zealously. He wouldn't mind if they didn't speak another word to eachother all night.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 5, 2008 1:42:56 GMT -5
The driver rolled his eyes and pointed their carriage back to home. Young people and their libidos these days.
How far was it to her house? Samantha didn't know, but she was pretty sure it was too far. They wouldn't make it. However, she wasn't exactly in a position to stop, so if they did it right in the carriage, then oh well.
She gripped his hair and shoulder, returning the kiss with equal fire, pressing so close to him, a needle couldn't have weasled between them.
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Post by Jules on Dec 5, 2008 1:47:46 GMT -5
The only reason he even noticed the carriage had stopped was because the driver banged on the door so loudly it sounded like a gunshot. Apparently, he'd been working up to that decibel. David pulled away, desperate to get inside that he flung open the carriage door without warning, and realized he'd hit the driver and knocked the man to the ground. "Oh shit, sorry." He said over his shoulder, while not seeming that apologetic since he was walking away, pulling Sam towards her door, and didn't even offer to help the man up. When they got to her stoop he slid behind her so she could open her door, but he held her firmly against him with his hands on her hips, leaning down to kiss and nibble at her neck.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 7, 2008 23:10:43 GMT -5
It took her three tries to get her key to work with David's warm lips over her neck like that, but she finally got it open and tugged David inside, pinning him against the wall to resume their activities with renewed force.
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Post by Jules on Dec 7, 2008 23:28:09 GMT -5
David was beyond happy. For once, everything was going exactly as planned. His hands pulled at the laces to her dress with surprising dexterity. Being a good friend to women everywhere, however, often required the helping with the dressing and shopping without it being something sensual.
It was different this time.
He even tackled her corset with relative ease and when she was free of all her bulky layers, he had to pause to admire for a moment before kissing her with such absolute need. He wrapped an arm around her and guided her to her bedroom. He pulled away not a millimeter from her lips. It was all he was capable of.
"You're perfect." He hushed before he was on her again, practically knocking her down onto the bed.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 7, 2008 23:58:27 GMT -5
She would have commented on the impressive speed at which he removed her clothes, but it wasn't the only thing moving quickly, and soon they were in the bedroom.
She paused at his words, her eyes going soft and warm. She'd been called perfect before, usually by men on top of her, but with David it felt entirely different, and real.
But enough about her. She was getting impatient witht the amount of clothes still on him. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, she tugged upward and tried to move the process along.
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Post by Jules on Dec 8, 2008 0:13:40 GMT -5
It took him even less time to help her with his clothing and he crawled over her, kissing her stomach, her sternum, her collar-bone, her neck, jaw, lips...
This was better than the first time, this was less desperate, this was more....loving. He ran a hand from her hip to her hair, enjoying the velvet quality to her skin.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 8, 2008 0:38:41 GMT -5
Samantha woke up half tangled in sheets, with a heavy arm draped over her chest. She was confused for a moment, only aware that she felt very... good, and then she turned and saw David, still asleep. A sleepy smile spread over her face, purely involuntary, and she touched his hair.
Nothing had happened. They'd actually gone on a date, made it through the (wonderful, wonderful) night, and he was still here. She turned over and faced him, kissing his chest, then his collarbone, working her way up.
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Post by Jules on Dec 8, 2008 0:42:37 GMT -5
David woke to the very pleasurable sensation of someone kissing him. It took his groggy mind a moment to catch up and figure out who it was. Samantha! Nothing had gone wrong! He was still here, his stomach felt fine, and her touch still sent little quivers through him. He sprung awake, seized her face in both his hands and kissed her soundly. "Good Morning!" He declared happily, kissing her again, and again....and again, all over her face but mostly on her lips.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 8, 2008 0:50:50 GMT -5
A morning person. Well, she wouldn't hold it against him.
She giggled against his lips. "Good morning," she returned dreamily. If he kept this up, they were going to start the night's activities all over again.
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