maybe it's LOVE [only Lark!]

[♥ poppies]

A nice night out with no plans for the following day and it was great. The club was having live performances and it was just great because half the bands that played there Kris never heard of. However tonight it was some young lady sitting on a chair, picking at a guitar with others in the background as she sung. She had diner tonight with Westley and had called him at six o' clock that afternoon to tell him she'd be late. Here petite prized filly, Cocoa Quette, had banged her leg pretty hard when coming out of the new paddock meant for a yearling. Some swelling had started to occur bur Kris called the vet and he said all she needed was stall rest. To make sure she was okay she had paid one of the stablehands extra to keep watch over the filly. If anything went wrong she'd get called immediately to the stables, happily when she left the filly was sleeping. Kris left with several looks back as she waved to the stable hand who waved back and then sat to read a magazine. Hopefully nothing went wrong, everything had gone smoothly at the barn and she had called Wes at two just to talk other than that nothing much. Martini took his new western saddle with ease over a good hour work-out. She had borrowed a old cow pony gelding from a ranch not far from the stables to lead Poppies around the track. After that she breezed the filly six furlongs and then walked her once before giving her a nce bath.

Well taking away everything horse like about her Kris had gotten all dolled up. Put some make-up on in a pathetic attempt and she took a shower to take it all off. After that she dragged some light eye liner on and shrugged at that. It was light and barely noticable but she didn't look like a horse girl anymore. Her hair turned our weird though, as if though something had gone wrong in the shower. To fix it she grabbed a brush and randomly curled it and flipped it to make it look like some effort was put into it. Grabbing what she could she had noticed the time and accidently grabbed a dress instead of a shirt. So now here she was with an attempt at looking good when she probably looked like a piece of trash. Her silly black dress had never been worn and it hugged all her curves but was loose fitting. Kris had built a tiny tab here and sat down at one of the tables and ordered a water. Within seconds it came to her two person table, so far it was only her. She wasn't even sure if Westley was there or not she hadn't attempted at looking around the place for him.

Fingers soon curled around the cold drink as she lifted it almost in slow motion to her lips. Eyes darted around a few seconds but she saw no Westley, soon the liquid moved down her throat. The woman on stage was soon joined by two others who stood on the side. From the sad song to a bit of a happy tune Kris let it ring through her ears, it was like a ballad. Except instead of a lonely cowboy who lost his wife and kids and moved on years past. This song was one of two lovers who had drifted apart and came back together with fear and ager. It seemed like Kris's love life but that was just what Kris got from the song. Her hand then let the drink slipp slowly as it landed on the table and she leaned forward, elbows on the table. Hands under her chin as she waited for her night in shining armor to take her off her feet, aka her date. Westley.

ooc] her appearance look at my signature and to the right =P [/ooc

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<sub>Dark eyes examined himself in the mirror, and for once Westley was not flexing and admiring himself vainly. Instead he was trying to decide if he looked good enough for Kris. She'd called earlier to say she'd be late and so he'd canceled plans to drive into New York to the upper east side and go to David Copperfield's. Instead he had decided it better if they just stay in town as he didn't want to stay out all night. He decided they'd have to try the five star bar some other time. Tonight he was going to meet her at Club Pandemic, it was what they called couple's night anyway, the difference being a more romantic ambiance without a bunch of drunks grinding on each other.

Wes finally nodded, approving of his attire. A red Ralph Lauren polo was left untucked from his destroyed True Religion jeans. He grinned a bit as he walked away from the mirror on the back of the door, his hand messing with his dark gelled hair. His black dress shoes walked over the carpet of the living room and he plucked his brown leather jacket off the coffee table, before exiting the apartment. He walked down the corridor and out to his car, sliding in and putting the top down before backing out and heading out of the apartment complex for the short drive into town.

A few minutes later and the silver convertible was being parked, the pressing of a button putting the top back up before Wes stepped out, pressing the lock button twice on his key chain as he walked away. He showed his ID to the man at the door and was granted admittance, the man reminding him that it was couple's night. Westley just laughed and informed the man that he was meeting his date. In return Wes received a 'whatever you say' look and he laughed, the bouncer smacking him on the back. Once inside he was greeted by the sound of country music and a crowd of people dancing on the dance floor, more over by the bar, and even more people were sitting in booths along one wall. His eyes scanned each area before falling on an attractive brunette sitting in a booth by herself. A smile crossed his face as he worked his way through the crowd, careful not to disturb any of the couples.

He approached from behind, sneaking up on her quietly. "Hey there gorgeous," he greeted her with a grin, leaning in and pecking her on the cheek before moving to the other side and sliding in. He looked across the table at her admiringly for a moment before a waitress showed up asking if he'd like anything to drink. "Uh... just a coke," he said, looking annoyed when the woman asked if Pepsi was ok, "Yes, it's fine." In Louisiana everything was coke whether it was Coca-Cola or Pepsi. He shook his head and rolled his eyes as she walked away, "These Notherners are weird." He sighed a bit and glanced around the room for a moment before his eyes fell back to her. He figured he'd let her start any sort of conversation as he really wasn't very good at coming up with stuff to talk about.</sub>

[♥ poppies]

Something made her jump in her seat, sending a cold chill up her spine. The sound of a man's voice and she wasn't even sure who's voice it was before she knew with the peck on her cheek. Smiling she let simple things form at her tongue as several managed to come out. "Hey handsome." Sitting in her seat she watched as he ordered his drink, obviously upset or aggravated by the drink choice. It was sort of cute how he got a bit upset over tiny things and then the big things he didn't care about much. Kris had though been upset because they were suppose to go somewhere different than a club for their date. It had just been Cocoa's tiny accident and then Kris got all annoyed and picky on how she looked for Westley. "Hey! We're both northerners now. Well partially." Smile on her face she looked around the club a second before she was dragged back to gaze on Westley.

"I"m also sorry about delaying, it was just that Cocoa knocked her back leg on the post of her new paddock this afternoon. So I had to ice it and walk her and god. That filly can't last a week without harming herself. Or at least harming me." A bit of a long apology but with good explanation. It was true however the bay yearling had become a handful and had almost snapped Kris's finger into tiny crumb sized pieces on occasion. With the end of all that she looked at him and smiled as hair came into her eyes, but quickly her hand moved it out of the way. Two things you saw to a girl was looks and well how she was in bed. For Westley those had probably been no problem but for Kris when judging him she had seen an asshole of a boy who was pretty damn hot. Then again that was how she saw him as a kid in New Orleans, she just had to face the facts that they were something new. Something real. But who knew for how long?

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<sub>Westley shook his head at her comment about them both being northerners. "Hardly," he replied with a chuckle. Wes was that strange combination between a good ole Southern boy that enjoyed a couple of beers and some football and a snobby European that liked to flaunt his riches. It was an odd combination but that was what happened when a rich red blooded American were paired up with a blue blooded French woman. It was just a strange combination and when one was raised in two very different worlds a weird sort such as Westley was created.

He shook his head and shrugged at her apology, "It's fine, don't worry about it." He meant that, he wasn't just pretending it didn't matter for her benefit. He cared about that filly, not like he cared for Kris of course as that would be creepy, but more like one cared for their child. As such it didn't bother him that she'd had to stop and take care of the filly. He was usually hanging around the barn part of the day, but he'd already been home when Cocoa had hurt herself. He'd named the filly such as he'd thought it was creative, but now he was wondering if she shouldn't have just been "Accident". It would probably cause a few scratches in any race she entered as if would freak the trainers out. He laughed a bit to himself, though she wouldn't know what he was thinking about.

The waitress showed up again, obviously not bothered by Wes' earlier attitude as she flashed a nice smile and set his drink down. She did nothing in particular that was flirtatious, but just by her demeanor one could tell she was not only checking him out but flaunting to make herself more appealing. Unfortunately for Westley she was an attractive young woman, and without even thinking his lips curved into a grin. His eyes looked her up and down and then he realized Kris was sitting there and he scolded himself for doing so. It certainly wasn't intentional, but he was a man and as of right now if he had to be quite honest he was not yet at the level in their relationship where he didn't do that. He actually didn't even know such a level of commitment existed, but then again he'd never witnessed a couple that truly loved one another.

He reminded himself how to act, feeling guilty and hastily ordered a couple of appetizers, ones he knew Kris liked from their long friendship. As the waitress turned to walk away he forced his eyes back onto Kris before they were given the opportunity to watch her sashay off. He swallowed, feeling an embarrassed red rising up his neck, still unsure whether Kris had noticed his behavior. He would never try to hurt her, but this was their first date and they'd only been an official couple for a week. He sighed inwardly; he couldn't go back in time and fix his little error, but he could sure try to fix it. "Wanna dance," he asked, nodding toward the dance floor. He wasn't all that good at dancing to country music, but he'd try for her.</sub>

[♥ poppies]

Clutz, yet sweet and cute described the little bay yearling and clutz also described her silly owner, Kris. All though the yearling and Kris had been together for a while now it seemed like Kris had bred Cocoa herself. Westley also seemed like a father figure in the yearling's life, but he was also one of Martini's riders. Then another factor and though came into mind, Wes might not have seen the new addition of the big black filly. Poppies was an amazing animal of pedigree and speed but had horrible manners and respect. Once though off the track she wasn't an animal she was like a kid begging for candy, except Poppies just wanted attention. It was all she ever wanted, enjoying long baths in which Kris usually got one as well.

Anyways she had to start getting horses out of her mind, she was on a date. All though it didn't seem possible she took it as hanging out with a friend, that was more than that though. Her eyes had drifted from her drink and Wes to the band playing on the stage. Fingers tracing the rim of the glass as her head rested on the palm of her other hand. She looked like she was in a trance but she heard everything he said and noticed nothing. A thing about the past was that Kris had been a cross of two wealthy Americans. Not from New Orleans but they had passed on and she was given to a woman in New Orleans. If her parents hadn't of passed on she might not have had Cocoa, Poppies, and Martini. Most importantly she wouldn't be there right now with Wes, she would probably already be married to some rich ancestor of some dead King.

Then she heard a question that made her take her attention off the trance, did she wanna dance? Kris didn't really know if Wes could dance or not but she knew she defidently couldn't. To any music, she had to be drunk and foolish in order to take her dancing, Mardi Gras always proved it; at least back in New Orleans. "Uh...only if you want to?" With that her finger came off the rim of the glass before a blonde waitress passed by. A bump of the table by the waitress' hip hit the table causing Kris's drink to become unsturdy. It seemed like slow motion as the waitress didn't even notice before she was gone. As for Kris's drink, the glass sat in her lap and the content was all over her lap. Suddenly the unexpected, Kris started to laugh as she picked up the glass and looked at Westley with a grin. "Well I could try and dress with a wet dress." It actually seemed a little funny as her hand grabbed for the napkins and pulling two down to her lap as she tried to dry it up. Given how much water had spilled it would take a while with napkins.

[larkeh;]

<sub>Westley shrugged, "It doesn't matter," he said quietly. The way she'd jumped at his question made him realize she was doing one of her weird zone out things. He was rather thankful that had happened as he hadn't wanted her to see his faux pas. Now that he thought about it Kris wasn't all that good of a dancer, well unless she got really drunk and then she could be a lot of fun. He wasn't really either, he could dance dirty, all the grinding and stuff like that but when it came to civilized dancing he hadn't a clue. His parents had enrolled him in ballroom dancing classes as a young boy, but he'd just never taken to it. A lot of it was that at the age of seven he'd been under the belief that girls had cooties. Boy had that changed over the last ten years.

He looked in surprise as she spilled her glass of water all over herself and he laughed a bit. "Well that simply won't do," he said, still chuckling a bit as she dabbed away at her dress. He thought through their options. He doubted she had anything to change into in her car that would be appropriate and he doubted she would want to spend the night in a wet dress. He sighed trying to debate over what they should do, "If you want I will take you home and let you get changed," he offered. It might not be exactly how he'd intended on the evening going, but he could make something work out of this. Once she got changed they could take a walk or watch a movie or something and he would do his best to control himself and not get too physical.

He slid out of the booth and stood, not really giving Kris a whole lot of option to sit there and dab at her dress. He offered his hand out to her like a gentleman, a devilish smile across his lips as she stood, the black dress clinging to her form. As they moved out of the club he leaned over to speak in her ear, "If they were having a wet t-shirt contest you'd win," he said with a chuckle. He wasn't the only one that didn't mind the sight of Kris in her wet dress, several other men sending lusty looks in her direction. He merely smiled smugly in their direction as if to say, 'That's right, she's mine.'

OOC: Sorry, it's lame.</sub>

[♥ poppies]

Her cheeks were flamed in red all though barely noticable in the club. Looking up her eyes twinkled from the lights as her embarassmen. The jump earlier at his dancing question didn't mean to be so visible but either way it wasn't fully her problem. Kris seriously couldn't dance until after a few drinks, more like a couple of shots and some regular bottles. Wine sometimes even got Kris drunk after experiencing that for three drinks she wasn't as wild as she was with pure alcohol. It was either from dancing or hitting it off with kissing someone but to tell she was truely drunk was when someone got her in bed.

"Sorry this had to be a bad night. Just bad luck today I guess. That is on my part." Offering a half smile she stopped dabbing her dress as she took his hand and stood up. It felt uncomfortable, as they approached the exit to the club, the dress was stuck to her figure as she moved with grace yet a regular walk. Kris then felt the words whisper into her ears from Westley as he chuckled she shook her head and smiled. Soon they were outside the door. It seemed like a lame night, first it had been delayed, and then she had water all over her dress. What else could seriously go wrong?

What Kris didn't know was that the stablehand had left a message since he had been watching the filly and hour and said Cocoa was fine. The black pick-up truck was a stone toss from the club as she walked for the truck clicking the button twice. "Who's car are we taking? Or should we go seperately?" It seemed as if though it would be silly to take both cars. Eh it was up to Westley for who's to take.

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<sub>Wes rubbed the back of his neck contemplatively as he looked between the cars. "I really don't want to leave an expensive convertible on the street like that. We both know how easy it is to steal a car," he said with a bit of a sigh. Even people that had security systems weren't really safe. Most folks tuned out the sound of car alarms and all someone who was trying to break into a car had to do was just smile and explain it was their car. It wasn't that complicated if one had the appealing smile, were excellent at lying, and knew what to do once in the car inconspicuously. Westley had all these talents down to a simple act almost like one learned a Dressage pattern. Kris had seen him in action, though she had never been quite as successful as her first attempt to do something that had always come quite easy to Westley had ended her in jail.

He shrugged after a moment, "You can either ride with me or we can take separate cars." Once she made up her mind Wes slid into his car and headed off, easily finding his way to Kris' place. He parked and got out yawning as he looked around for a moment, leaning against the car until Kris got out. He placed his hand on the small of her back, stroking her skin through her shirt with his fingertips. Once inside Wes knew she needed to get changed and he gently tapped her on the butt and he smiled at her, "I'll let you go and get changed," he said with a charming tone to his voice as he flopped down on her couch, eyes shutting. He didn't know why he was tiring so early in the day, but a feeling of fatigue was washing over him as he sat there.

Wes made himself at home, sliding his feet out of his dress shoes and stretching his long legs out, resting his feet on the coffee table. He tugged his jacket off tossing it to rest next to his propped up feet and he leaned back, stretching his arms up in the air before crossing them over his chest, leaving his biceps hard and flexed. Wes honestly didn't mean to look sexy half the time, but he just naturally looked hot without really trying all that hard. He gazed around the room, but when Kris returned his eyes gravitated to her and he gave a cheesy grin, "Hey Sexy." He motioned for her to join him on the sofa wanting to just snuggle a bit until urges overtook him and then he'd leave. Or at least that's what he said he would do, but things didn't always go as planned with Wes.</sub>

[♥ poppies]

Kris was far behind Westley as he had already taken off. With that she settled back into her truck's seat and started the the engine, it wouldn't start! Tossing her hand against the steering wheel she kicked the truck and then tried twice more. It was probably going to be a while until she got there. Taking another breath she tried once more for the fifth time, thank god for good luck as the truck started. Her foot then landed on the petal as the truck backed out quickly and she headed for her apartment. If they did happen to continue the date then he could just walk home after it but other than that the date was probably ruined. Picking up her phone she checked her messages as she parked the truck in her space before getting out to see Westley. Smiling she put the phone to her ear as she heard the four new voice mails, two were from the stablehand reporting on the filly. One was from her vet about the surgery being moved earlier to the day of Kris's first race of the season on her filly, Poppies.

Finally it was the last message, one from a guy. Kris had her cell phone number ever since she was ten and her mother had been to drunk and taken a cell from a store. Who had called her? It was Adam! His voice was easily recognizable. Moving into her apartment she felt a soft tap on her butt as she heard what he sad. Smiling she closed the phone not listening to the rest of the voice mail. Walking into her room she took another breath and stripped from her dress. Turning on the television she caught the last few minutes of the racing news as she saw one of her challenges in teh future. She had also learned that someone near Saratoga bought a Northern Dancer descent albino colored colt who would be a great racer. He was also the same age as Cocoa and it was guaranteed the two yearlings would meet in the future. With that she finished up re-dressing with a pair of shorts and a tank top. Over her tank top was a thin layered tank top. Moving out of the bedroom she flicked the television off before walking into the living room and settling herself next to Westley.

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<sub>A wicked smile slipped over Wes' lips as he looked Kris over. His eyes trailed from her face to her chest, able to see her bra through the tank tops which was tempting. Slowly they transversed her slim waist before coming to rest on the shorts. He swallowed and it was obvious from the lusty glint in his eyes that his thoughts were anything but clean. There her toned beautiful legs were, so tempting to the young man as he gazed at them the whole time she moved closer. He wanted so badly to not ruin what they had going on, and yet the temptation was horrible. If he had to be honest he couldn't remember what the prior times had been like with her, there'd been so many other girls he couldn't distinguish her from the rest of them. How he wanted to know what it was like and he got excited just thinking about it.

Wes shook the thoughts away, for now, as she moved to sit down next to him and he uncrossed his arms, putting one muscular arm around her shoulders. He gave her arm a squeeze as he leaned over and kissed the top of her head. "So how are you today," he asked, his lips lingering on her head. He didn't seem like one to enjoy snuggling, but he indeed liked it, and it wasn't always just to get in a girl's pants. His stomach growled and he shook his head, "We never ate. And I don't think I paid the bill for our drinks either," he said with a chuckle. He slowly stood, "I'm gonna make some popcorn," he said with a nod, knowing there was a box in the cupboard as up until a week ago he'd been living here.

He pulled the box out and pulled the wrapping off one of the bags, sticking it in the microwave and setting the time for it. He was no cook, but popcorn was something he could do quite well. He sighed, leaning back against the counter, unsure of what to do with himself. After what felt like an eternity, but was really only a few minutes the microwave beeped and he pulled the bag out, splitting it open and grabbing a bowl from the counter to dump the contents into. He moved back to the couch with a sheepish grin, "Well, it's not much of a dinner, but I promised you a date so I hope you forgive me for it being so crappy," he said with a chuckle. He set the popcorn in his lap, picking up a piece and playfully feeding it to her with a smile.

A companionable silence came over the couple as they sat there, enjoying their "dinner" and before Wes even realized they'd consumed all of the buttery fluffy pieces. The bowl was set aside and Westley gave a smile toward Kris, "I'll be back," he said quietly, hopping up and slipping into the bathroom. He quickly used the toilet and washed his hands, borrowing some mouth wash so his breath didn't smell awful. He flashed his pearly whites when he came back out, sitting down next to Kris and before he had time to think his lips had met hers and he smiled as he kissed her, his hand pushing her shirt up on her back, hands relishing in being able to touch her skin. He hadn't even intended to start making out with her, but here he was and he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop.</sub>

[♥ poppies]

Sitting there she looked at Westley with a smile and then watched him walk away for popcorn. It was something of her favorite and there were only five more packages left. As he left she grabbed her phone off the table and flipped it open going back to the message. She had yet another voice mail, but first she'd listen to the one she had a feelingw as from Adam. He had known her n umber for ages, as she started to listen Westley came back in. Flipping it closed she placed it back on the table before smiling at him. Grabbing some of the popcorn she laughed as he fed it to her before stuffing her face with more of the butter covered pieces. "Hold on there. I'm the one who should apologize, if Cocoa hadn't hit her leg we would have been somewhere else eating dinner." A grin fell on her face as she looked around the apartment a second before her eyes landed on a picture. It was one taken only a few days ago of Cocoa, Martini, Poppies, and Kris in the paddock that was taken by one of the stablehands. She was riding Martini bareback trying to catch Poppies and Cocoa from running around wildly.

With that her eyes met back as Westley wasn't there and registered what he had said before. Grabbing her phone she checked the message and caught all of it, Kris had been right. It was from Adam, and he sounded like he was in trouble. What could Kris do hundreds of miles away? Sighing she tossed the phone to the other couch and then looked at Westley as he came back. Suddenly Kris's eyes popped open as Westley kissed her, but she quickly settled as she smiled behind her own. It seemed as if he had been hiding something. Then Kris started to wonder if he had been serious when they became a couple or he just wanted to get into her pants. Chills ran up her spine as his hands pushed her shirt up but at that moment she really didn't care.

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<sub>Westley smiled as he kissed her, his tongue running along her lip, clearly wanting her to open up and allow him to kiss her more deeply. Kris hadn't pushed him off so it seemed she was fine with this, though Wes wasn't sure how much further he wanted to go just yet. Well, he knew how much further the things below his belt wanted to go, but his brain thought better of it. He had been serious when he said he wanted them to be a couple, a serious adult couple. If all he'd wanted was sex he would have made that clear and not bothered with all the other stuff. Wes didn't play games, not when it came to what he wanted physically at any rate. If he wanted nothing but sex you knew it as he'd not bother with courting a girl or any of that. He moved straight to the kissing and touching, but if all he wanted was the sex the foreplay was cut quite short. If he wanted nothing but sex Kris would be half naked by now and he'd have already moved into position.

Instead she was still fully clothed and he was not on top of her or in any other position. He was rather content with just fooling around a bit and not going any further. He had some self control, it just wasn't something he exercised a whole lot. His hands were sliding higher and higher up her back feeling her shiver but to him that registered she was enjoying the sensation, not any sort of nervousness. If she wanted him to stop she'd tell him, but she'd thus far said nothing and he really hadn't given her an option. His lips pulled from hers as they moved to her neck, kissing her skin gently, focused on pleasuring her at this point and not being so greedy. Yet another sign he did in fact care about Kris as otherwise he'd be out to please just himself and whoever he happened to have his hands on was there to let him do them and he really didn't care if they enjoyed it. Other times he did care, every man wanted to see a woman's eyes roll back and have their name cried out, but it just seemed to depend on his mood, and even so it was to stroke his ego, not because he necessarily wanted them to feel good.

His hands located the clasp of her bra, having little trouble with the device, but he took his time anyway. It was finally released and his hands rested on the bare skin of her back before dragging over her ribs and to her breasts, his big hands covering them. His lips were still against her neck as he murmured to her, "You're so gorgeous." He meant the words too as even though he couldn't see with his eyes what he was touching he could paint a picture quite easily. It wasn't just that, her face looked as though it had been crafted by angels and even fully clothed her petite jockey's body was a work of art. He didn't see her as just a sex object now, he'd come to see that she was a breathtaking young woman that he wanted as his. He sighed deeply, knowing that this would never work if he went ahead and had his way with her. He was trying to prove he could indeed handle a relationship without it being built on sex and while he wasn't digging the whole no sex until marriage stuff, he did intend on waiting a while.

His hands moved off of her chest and he redid the clasp, already rather worked up, but knowing good and well that now just wasn't the time. He removed his hands and lips from her skin and sat back, regarding her seriously. "Now isn't the time," he said simply, his voice still having a husky tone to it and he cleared his throat, removing the weird inflection. His eyes dropped to his lap and he shook his head. What was wrong with him? He'd never gotten that worked up over a woman so easily. "I'm just gonna... uh... yeah," he said a little uneasily. It was just a natural bodily function but it could sometimes be embarrassing to explain, he wasn't sure quite why. He stood and wandered back to the bathroom, his hands clenching the edge of the sink once the door was shut. He shook his head; she had him wrapped around her finger and she'd hardly done anything.

He stood there for several minutes, swallowing harshly and trying to cool down. He splashed a bit of water on his face as his heat began to ease. This was actually something Wes hadn't had to do since he was a young adolescent and had started having those dreams that every teenager had to deal with. For girls it was easier though; guys weren't so lucky. He shook his head as he stared at himself in the mirror, finally nodding and taking in a deep breath. He was calm now, no longer worked up and he sighed. "Get a grip, Covington," he said to himself, his hand reaching to the door nob and slowly moving out of the bathroom and out into the main room of Kris' apartment silently. He wasn't sure what to do now, but he needed some sort of distraction before he had to go through that again and that had completely sucked.</sub>

[♥ poppies]

Kris felt like her body was aching but also holding back from Westley. Tense, and her stomach doing those flip flops. It wasn't a good sign and Kris hadn't felt that since her first time with Westley. Moving into each kiss she was loosing her breath. Each breath was harder and harder to take, as if she was losing everything. Finally, withdrawing he had moved to her neck and his hands were all over her upper body. Another tingle ran up her spine and a shiver went through her arm. Kris had actually started to enjoy the touch of his hands before she felt a small pinch from her bra clip and gasped a little. "Ow." Smiling she watched as he withdrew completely before she looked at him. As he left again she got up and drowned her entire face in her hands. He was in teh bathroom yet again and now it was Kris's turn to share her humiliation.

A small knock on the door it was one of her neighbor's kids, Patty. Blond hair and standing at four feet and two inches she had a passion for horses. Kris had taken her to the stables for a day when her mom was working and the nine year old had shared a bond with Cocoa and had ridden Martini. Speaking of the horses Kris remembered that her black filly, Poppies, had a race coming up. "Hey Patty, what are you doing here?" Kris scratched the back of her neck as she stood, one hand on the door. The little girl looked around Kris to see someone and the girl smiled, and asked if that was Kris's friend. With a bit of happiness Kris nodded and then smiled at Patty. "Is your mom home?" The little girl nodded and at that Patty's mom walked out of the apartment two doors down and sighed and called Patty's name. With a wave Kris and Patty were seperated as Kris closed the door before grabbing for her phone. Westley had started to come out of the bathroom just as Kris dialed the barn's number. It wasn't to check on Cocoa it was for Poppies, reaching the stable hand she asked him to check on the black filly two stalls down. Answering that she was asleep Kris was happy and hung up. "I have a race coming up soon. The same day as Cocoa's surgery." If Kris could she would possibly skip her last ride and go to the filly's side in recovery.

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<sub>Wes sighed deeply as his sock-covered feet stepped out into the living room, padding across the carpet. He glanced at the small blond girl in the doorway that she was talking to and waved, flopping back down on the couch with a deep sigh. He was starting to think maybe he should head on home for the night, but something was on his mind and he needed to ask Kris about it. So he sat there silently, eyes on the wall almost as though he was zoned out. Looks were deceiving though. Wes heard everything going on around him, from Kris saying goodbye to the little girl he didn't know down to her conversation on the phone with a stable hand. His mind was working, trying to understand what had just happened.

She had seemed so... tense. Why? He couldn't understand it. He didn't mean to brag, but if he were to be quite honest he was quite the charmer. Women melted in his arms. But not Kris. Oh no, she had been tense and almost as though she didn't want him touching her. Well wasn't that ironic? The first girl he'd ever actually cared what she thought and she didn't want him. Life sucked; that was all he had to say. Maybe he'd interpreted her reactions wrong, but he was fairly sure that she'd been uncomfortable with him. Perhaps he should just ask her and he almost did before she spoke up first. "Yeah, I know," was all he said. He didn't mean to be rude but his mind was in another place, far away from horses.

His hands didn't touch her as he sat there silently for a moment before he slowly turned to look at her. He couldn't quite figure out why she would be so nervy over intimacy with him. "Why were you so tense," he asked quietly, biting his lip. He needed answers. If she was always going to be like that things would never work between them. No matter how much he liked a girl he wasn't going to spend the rest of his life with a girl that wouldn't have sex with him. That sounded harsh, but Wes liked sex... probably more than was healthy. He would admit that they hadn't been together again all that long, but all it had been was a little passionate kissing and feeling. He hadn't been asking for more. He just couldn't wrap his mind around it, which was why he'd so audaciously asked.

OOC: Gah, it's horrible.</sub>

[♥ poppies]

Suddenly the air seemed to drop and it seemed thicker to breath in as she looked at Westley. Plopping down onto the couch she took a deep breath and let her head rest on back of the couch. Right now she couldn't even look at him after what had happened before. Her entire body seemed to shut-down but her mind had enjoyed it all. It seemed like she had divided in two, then his question popped to her as to why she had been tense. "I'm not use to it anymore. You have to understand I haven't been in anything since I was with you in New Orleans. Back then...Nevermind." It sounded something like an answer, sort of; now she however sounded like her mother. That certain tone in her voice, standing for herself yet also making sure it was calm. Except her mother had those slurred words since she was mostly drunk but it was the tone she used when she was telling some guy she couldn't be theirs anymore and she was moving on.

Her eyes looked at the ceiling, she couldn't even stand to look at him because she had a feeling he might have the stern appearance of her mother. That cold glare she always gave Kris that made her feel worthless and like garbage but Westley wouldn't give her that look. Right? Anyways he knew how much Kris hated her drunken druggy mother who could never stay sober for a night let alone two hours. All those happy moments with Westley seemed to just dissappear and the bad ones came in. The fight he had gotten into with Adam over Kris, that was a Mardi Gras the year Kris was arrested. The times Kris and her mom drank together, then afterwards Kris fumbled at Westley's doorstep.

occ: mine sucks!