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Post by Zoey Martyn on Aug 22, 2013 0:29:51 GMT -5
Zoey lifted her head as Nathan cleared his throat, and that hesitant smile of his drew her in, especially as he dropped his gaze. She knew she shouldn't....she knew she should flee and cut all ties... But instead she moved into his arms, snuggled against his larger figure and found safety in his arms. Her eyes closed and a shaky breath escaped her and she let go of the burden she'd held up in her chest for far too long and just...accepted this. The moment..the comfort.. A simple hug and yet it meant the world to her right then. It was the best thing anybody could have done for her.
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Post by Nathan Demir on Aug 22, 2013 19:15:10 GMT -5
I wrap my arms around her as she snuggled close and run a hand down her back, resting myhead on top of hers. I wait a moment before planting a kiss to the top of Zoey's head, hoping that she wouldn't have a panic attack or think I was trying to take advantage of her. I was trying to make her feel better, not get into her pants.. though if she wanted to I wouldn't say no. "Your back hurt?" I ask randomly, thinking to the tattoos I'd signed off on not too long ago.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Aug 22, 2013 19:29:38 GMT -5
Zoey blinked at the kiss, wincing a bit at the touch down her back. "A little, yeah.." She admitted siftly. But her pain tolerance was decent after what had been done to her. Not to mention recently selling herself on the streets... But that was one thing she wouldn't tell Nathan. Nit even Tony knew about that.
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Post by Nathan Demir on Aug 22, 2013 20:00:32 GMT -5
"Oh, sorry. Touching it probably isn't helping any." I say, moving my arm from Zoey's back to wrap it around her waist and hold her to me. I rest my head on top of hers, looking across the dog park to where Cara was chasing a frisbee and Diesel seemed to simply be running in circles. "You hungry or something?" I ask, even though we'd gotten lunch about an hour ago. I just didn't want silence to fall between us.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Aug 22, 2013 20:41:35 GMT -5
Zoey shrugged a bit, leaning against him and watching the dogs quietly. A hreyhound ran up and licked her leg and she giggled a hit, watching it scamper off to play.
At Nathan's question, Zoey drew in a thoughtful breath and held it, then let it out slowly. "Not terribly. I'd prefer not going home after this though..my brother is going home with a friend so the house is empty." And if left to her own vices she'd probably go out partying and regret it later.
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Post by Nathan Demir on Aug 22, 2013 21:04:43 GMT -5
I sigh and nod at her reply, looking down at Butch as if he'd give me directions. "You want to go back to my place? Just watch a movie or something?" I ask quietly, looking over at Zoey questioningly. We'd been here about ten minutes- all the dogs had gotten their time to play and socialize, and it probably wouldn't be good for Jack of Butch to be out in this heat much longer, either. "C'mon." I say, letting Zoey out of my grasp to stand and whistle, watching Cara come trotting over, Diesel behind her. Jack seems to get the message and ambles over.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Aug 22, 2013 21:44:06 GMT -5
"Yeah..sure," Zoey huffed, a bit of hesitance in her voice. But she'd give it a shot. It was nothing new if he took advantage of her. She stood as he straightene up, and leaned down to clip Diesel to his leash, petting the puppy with a smile and straightening up as she brushed er hair from her face. "Ready?"
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Post by Nathan Demir on Sept 2, 2013 13:28:56 GMT -5
I clip the leash to Cara and then Butch, watching as Zoey got Diesel and Jack. "Yeah." I reply with a hesitant smile, starting over to the gate, opening it and going through before waiting for her and closing it after both of us. I start out towards the truck, putting the tailgate down and helping Cara up, handing Zoey Butch's leash as I pick Diesel up to put him in before unhooking both their leashes and putting the tailgate back up.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Sept 2, 2013 14:16:11 GMT -5
Zoey kept back about a foot, findin herself watching the way he walked, how he held himself. She led the orher two dogs tothe truck and took Butch's leash as he put the younger two in the truckbed. She helped Butch and Jack into the back seat and climbed into the passengers side quietly.
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Post by Nathan Demir on Sept 2, 2013 17:35:07 GMT -5
I look up to find that Zoey had helped both Jack and Butch into the back of the truck and I start towards the driver's door, pausing to dig my keys out of my pocket. I open the door and climb up, shutting it ebhind me before pulling on my seat belt and sticking the key in the ignition to turn it. "You ready?" I ask, looking over at her with raised eyebrows to make sure she ahdn't dropped something.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Sept 8, 2013 3:13:27 GMT -5
She couldn't help it, for some odd reason, and smile bashfully as he glanced at her. Her gaze dropped and she brushed her bangs away from her eyes, buckling in and checking her poclet. "Yeah I am.." She murmured softly, leaning back to gaze out the window. She told herself she needed to get it together. She was letting her guard slip. Those sudden butterflues just at a glance her way? All she'd done was admire him briefly. He didn't know, she shouldn't be getting like that. It was a mistake, attraction... A trap.
Wasn't it..?
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Post by Nathan Demir on Sept 8, 2013 12:04:13 GMT -5
I watch a smile crawl over her face before she looked away, brushing her bangs from her face. I shake my head mentally, stepping on the gas to pull out of the parking lot and start down the forested road. What had been going on with that? From what I knew about girls it could be some sort of flirting thing, but Zoey? Coudln't be. I tap my figners along the steering wheel as we drove my light brown eyes on the road. "You can change the radio station, if you want." I offer, glancing over at her for a moment.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Sept 9, 2013 19:03:07 GMT -5
Zoey glanced up at him and shrugged. "It's fine. Not picky." She murmured. She didn't listen to much music anymore. She'd kind of shut down, closed off to everything around her, left no option to get friendly with people because it was hard to like them without fear. She was terrified of emotion being weakness again.
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Post by Nathan Demir on Sept 10, 2013 19:09:27 GMT -5
"Okay." I reply, shrugging my shoulders a bit before flipping on my signal to make a right turn, back towards my house. Soon we pull up at the curb and I cut the negine before handing Zoey Diesel and Cara's leashes. "I'll help Jack and Butch out." I say, getting out and crossing to the passenger side, pushing the seat forward once she was out and I reach in to pull them out, setting them carefully on the sidewalk before clipping their leashes on even though the house was twenty feet away.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Sept 10, 2013 19:28:06 GMT -5
Zoey climbed out of the truck and nodded at his words, taking the leashes and walking slowly towards the yard in case either of them had to go to the bathroom. She watched Nathan clip leashes onto the other two, and waited for him to head towards the door before following. Never go in first, right?
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