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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 21, 2013 19:24:34 GMT -5
I smile as he shows me the pictures and look at them with great interest before taking it and going back to him and what I assumed was his family. I hand it back to him before he looks away and I bite my lip though when he looks up, I'm still looking away slightly. I look at him slowly before lightly resting my hand on his cheek and pulling him to me for a light kiss. I hoped he wouldn't mind but for some reason, I felt close to him. It was kind of odd but I did.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 21, 2013 19:29:16 GMT -5
Our eyes meet for a moment and I could almost tell what was about to happen, though it didn't bother me as much as it usually did. Varla wasn't like anyone else- she wasn't some French whore, she wasn't some American who faked everything.. she was a total unknown to me. My hand rests on her cheek lightly to hold her to me and my tongue slips into her mouth. It didn't mean much to me, in France, it was something you did on a second or third date- we kissed each other's cheeks just as a greeting.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 21, 2013 19:34:56 GMT -5
His hand rests on my cheek as I near him before my mouth opens. I knew enough French custom to assume that this would be where it would be headed. It seemed somewhat natural to me and from what I could tell, it didn't bother Drew at all. For a moment, I swear everything stops but my fingers playing in his hair tell me otherwise. My hands were attracted to hair for some reason so it didn't surprise me.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 21, 2013 19:49:51 GMT -5
My tongue roams around her mouth with a gentle curiosity and her hands run through my hair as we kiss. After a while I retract my tongue and pull back, out of the kiss. A blush crosses my face as I rest my forehead against Varla's, and I look away for a moment, embarassed.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 21, 2013 19:52:49 GMT -5
His tongue explores my mouth and I wonder if it's just me that likes it so much. When he pulls back, I look down as our foreheads meet before looking back at him. "Uh, sorry..." I mumble, not really sure how to feel about it. He kissed me back but did that really mean that he was okay with it?
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 21, 2013 20:02:57 GMT -5
"Sorry for what?" I ask, my brow creasing in confusion as I reached a hand up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. I bite my lower lip for a second, my dark brown eyes searching hers. She'd kissed me first, and I'd kissed her back- then why did I feel so.. guilty?
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 21, 2013 20:08:05 GMT -5
I shrug and look away slightly. "It was kind of spontaneous," I say, smiling as he tucked my hair behind my ear. I bite my lip as he does but giggle as I notice it and search his eyes. My hand finds his and I lace our fingers together unconsciously before kissing his nose. "I was just thinking that it was just a bit...different than your use to I guess," I say quietly but smile.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 21, 2013 20:13:18 GMT -5
"Doesn't bother me.." I mumble, shaking my head a bit as her eyes searched mine. I run a thumb along her hand as our fingers lace together. I chuckle as Varla kisses my nose before shrugging. "Its fine, I don't get why you're so bothered." I reply, looking away for a moment before looking back at her. It didn't bother me, I'd even enjoyed it- which had surprised me.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 21, 2013 20:37:22 GMT -5
I smile as he thumb runs along my hand and close my eyes for a second before looking up. His chuckle makes me smile more and I look away as he tells me he doesn't get why it bothered me so badly. I look at him and shrug- I didn't really know either. I look at him and smile slightly before resting my head on his shoulder.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 21, 2013 20:41:51 GMT -5
She smiles and I grin a bit, glad that I was the cause of it. I run a hand through her hair absently as she rested her head on my shoulder, and I lean back a bit to get more comfortable. "So." I sigh, looking away from Varla for a moment. I didn't really know what to say- was there even anything to say? I didn't think so..
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 21, 2013 20:52:29 GMT -5
I smile and lean against his hand as he runs a hand through my hair and I smile slightly before he leans back and I close my eyes. I grab my phone before pulling up a picture of me while I was in Firenze. "Um, that's what Firenze looks like," I say with a small smile as I flip through pictures from around the entire town. A smile grows when I go to one with my madre and padre and I bite my lip before flipping through a few more.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 21, 2013 21:01:17 GMT -5
"Wow." I sigh, nodding as she flipped through pictures of what I guessed was Firenze. "Its lovely.." I add, grinning as I raise my dark brown gaze to Varla's face again. "Not as much so as Paris, though." I say playfully, sticking out my tongue at her.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 21, 2013 21:04:45 GMT -5
I smile as he says it's lovely and nod before putting my phone back into my pocket. He makes a comment on Paris and I shrug before giggling and leaning my head against his shoulder again. I look around before pulling my laptop into my lap and turning it on. "So, how long would you want to stay if we went to Paris and Firenze?" I ask, looking at him with a slight smile. If we did go through with it, I wanted to go ahead and get a starting place for my ticket. They would allow Chelsea on for free if I went on the one I usually did so I didn't worry much.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 21, 2013 21:16:37 GMT -5
I smile as she rests her head on my shoulder again and I watch as she pulls her laptop onto her lap. "Je ne sais pas.." I sigh, shrugging my shoulders a bit at Varla's question. "Maybe, ahh, a week or say for both." I reply, looking over at her while biting the inside of my lower lip. I run a hand over my hair, fixing where her hands had run through it.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 21, 2013 21:33:01 GMT -5
I nod as he speaks French before pulling my hair from my shirt and typing in the website name. A week for both seemed appropriate and I wouldn't mind being gone for two weeks. I look up when he starts fixing his hair and giggle lightly before fixing a stray piece and looking at the round trip tickets again. "There is a sale going on right now. We could go for only eighteen hundred dollars. Only down side is it has to be soon," I say, looking up at him and shrugging.
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