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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 21, 2013 16:33:46 GMT -5
I smile slightly and keep my thoughts to myself as we continue kissing. I notice him deepen the kiss and I allow it, enjoying being pulled closer to him. I frown as he breaks the kiss but smile again as he presses his lips to my neck. "Well, you are too. I guess you just bring out the best in me," I say with a light giggle before he pulls back to look at me. I grab his hand and lead him to the couch before feeling him stop for a second. I look back to see that his shorts had gotten caught on his drums and got pulled off. Blushing immediately, I look away with a playful eek and laugh. "Now, Gene! I know you want me but keep yourself intact," I joke before walking back to him and kissing him. It didn't bother me and I really hoped he didn't mind it either. From what I could tell, it was going to happen eventually.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 21, 2013 16:56:14 GMT -5
I grin and let out a chuckle as she replies that I am, too, and goes on to say that I bring out the best in her. Christa takes my hand to start over to the couch and don't notice when the pocket of my gym shorts get caught of park of my drum set before they're around my ankles. I freeze, stopping dead. "It wasn't me!" I argue as she turns back, a blush creeping across my face. Christa walks back and presses her lips to mine, which stops me from trying to decide whether or not to pull them back up. Finally I decide against it, hoping that she was thinking along the same lines that I was. I lay my hands on her hips, taking a couple steps forward in the hope that she'd go back towards the couch.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 21, 2013 17:17:38 GMT -5
I smile as he says it wasn't him and shrug. When I feel his hands on my hips, I know he was thinking what I had been and I walk back to the couch, standing at the very edge. I pull away from the kiss, looking at Gene for a minute before looking away. "Just don't let this be a one night stand," I whisper to him before kissing him again. I keep my hands tangled in his hair and keep the kiss going, deepening it slightly and moving my hands down to the bottom of his shirt to pull it over his head. This would be a great night for me. Finally giving someone my innocence.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 21, 2013 17:33:11 GMT -5
I grin as she takes a couple steps back towards the couch, glad that I didn't have to, like, spell it out for her or something. I open my light brown eyes as Christa pulls back and I shake my head. "God, you won't be. Not unless I'm bad or something and I'm too embarrassed to talk to you." I reply, hoping to lighten the situation. I gladly meet the kiss halfway before my shirt's pulled over my head. I, in turn, let my hands wander down Christa's sides to the hem of my shirt that fit her more like a dress and pull it over her head. I attempt to keep my gaze up from her bare chest. Apparently she hadn't put her bra back on- less work for me. I press my lips to her's again, laying her back on the couch.
-FADE TO BLACK-
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 21, 2013 17:41:46 GMT -5
I smile as I watch him dress and keep my arms covering my chest with the blanket. With a quick move, I pull Gene back onto the bed when he's in shorts and kiss him. My body still tingled like it did when we were together for those few hours but sadly it had to come to an end. He had to go to a band meeting of sorts which left me here alone. I pull from the kiss and hold him, not wanting him to leave. "Can't you tell them you're busy?" I ask almost as a while as I keep my grip around his waist. Knowing he was going to leave, it was hell almost. Sure, it hadn't been that long but it surely felt like forever to me. I kiss him again, just a light peck before leaning my head on his bare shoulder.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 21, 2013 17:59:45 GMT -5
I pull a pair of shorts on over my boxers, chuckling as she pulls me back onto the bed to kiss me. I had to go to a band meeting, and I didn't know how I'd forgotten it earlier. We were supposed to be coming up with her material, perfecting and fixing the songs we already had. We couldn't stand to do covers of other people's songs. "I have to go, but I should be back before six." I reply, sighing. "I really don't want to go." I add, burying my face in her neck, planting kisses here and there. Christa plants a peck of my lips before leaning her head on my shoulder. I untangle myself from her arms and kiss her for a couple moments before pulling back. "Make yourself at home.. just don't go painting things pink and laying out tampons and shit everywhere." I say, sticking out my tongue at her playfully. I turn to walk out my bedroom door, picking up my Chelsea Grin shirt from the floor and pulling it over my head. I grab the Misfits shirt that she'd been wearing and walk back to hand it to her before sitting down on the edge of the bed to pull my Vans on- I didn't want to wear boots with shorts, I'd look like an idiot.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 21, 2013 18:10:02 GMT -5
I sigh as he says he has to go and smile as he kisses my neck in different places. When he gets up to kiss me, I can't help but kiss him back with thoughts flowing through my head. I smile and laugh lightly as he says to make myself at home but gives me restrictions "No promises," I say, sticking my tongue out at him. I frown as he walks from the bedroom and lay back down, playing with the blanket. How could telling someone that you love them scare you so much? I sighed but smiled when he walked back in and gave me his shirt. I reluctantly put it on before watching as he sat on the end of the bed. I crawled over and hugged him from behind, planting a kiss on his cheek before smiling lightly. "Hey, Gene," I begin, looking away for a second before looking back with a smile. "I love you," I whispered, my cheeks warm as I said the words. It wasn't hard as it was scary. He could feel different but I would still say it. I pressed my lips to his cheek again before letting him go and sitting behind him, waiting for his reaction or his exit.
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Post by Gene Wasek on Jul 21, 2013 18:22:18 GMT -5
I chuckle at her reply and lean back into her happily as she hugged me. "Hmmm?" I ask, finishing tying my shoes and straightening up. I pause for a moment at her words. Love. She said she loved me. I felt something for her, too, but it always took me a while to sort through my emotions to the truth. "Is 'I think I love you' a suitable response?" I ask apologetically, looking away from Christa shyly. "I do feel something for you. I just.. need time." I add, pushing my faded orange hair out of my face. I felt bad about it, I did. I wrap my arms around her and pull her to me, frowning slightly. "Sorry to fuck and run, but I can't cut out of this." I continue, kissing her lightly before standing.
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Post by Christa Wilson on Jul 21, 2013 18:45:23 GMT -5
I smile as he leans back into me and hold him for a minute before he straightens up. When he pauses, I almost frown but keep strong and look at him and nod slightly. It was almost just a blank look but I nodded and smiled, kissing his cheek. "Yeah, it's a good response. Better than nothing really," I say, shrugging my thin shoulders. I smile as he pulls me against him and sigh slightly. "It's fine. Just be back as soon as possible," I said against his lips. I watched as he stood before walking outside. Within a minute, I knew he was gone and I sighed. At least he didn't feel like I was just a play toy. He felt something, that was a good sign. I got up and walked to the shower, deciding to wash off the memories of the last few hours.
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