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Post by Beau on Feb 23, 2008 13:58:53 GMT -5
It was well obvious that Beau had gotten his way. He was rather cheery now, despite the long visit to the doctor’s office. He had advised Beau to wake her up every two hours, and keep her on ibuprofen. It was common for a concussion victim. Keeping his eyes on the long road that eventually went up to his estate, Beau stole several sideways glances to make sure she was fine. Without hesitation, he’d even voice his concern. “You ‘kay?” He asked, only to dart his eyes back to the winding road. Eventually, they turned off the lane and starting cruising a white-as-bone driveway.
No doubt that she’d be spending the night with him. He didn’t think his large body could fit on her couch in the living room, or even suffice in the cramped space of the apartment. Instead, he preferred his room that was probably the size of Kris’s apartment, and his kitchen that made hers look like a closet. Unfortunately, he hadn’t hired a personal chef quite yet and he’d be making his meals himself. He’d figured that he would play it safe and make her breakfast in bed. Beau didn’t want any other outbursts of anger, anyways. He narrowed his eyes behind the windshield of the Escalade. “There it is.” The looming view of the stone manor was now visible in the floodlights of the estate, creating an almost eerie cast over the trees and field in the area.
Beau drove the Escalade up the concrete drive-way, stopping slowly. He pulled the key from the ignition, quickly jumping out and striding across the front to open her door. “Madam.” He smiled, almost sheepishly. Figuring she wasn’t too happy with the doctor’s visit, he decided to play it safe around her. He wouldn’t mind getting slapped, but it’d be tough to not slap back. He’d wait for Kris to get out from the Escalade before he shut the door with a snap of his wrist, and led her up to the front door. He opened it swiftly, smiling as light automatically came on. It was rather warm inside; he quickly ushered her in and shut the door behind them. |
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 23, 2008 14:09:07 GMT -5
Kris hadn't spoke the entire ride to the hospital, at the hospital, and not on the way back. At this moment in time she wanted to kill Beau, she had told him that she hated hospitals. As she quickly heard the engine cut and then heard his door close her head tilted to look out his window away from Beau who now stood at her car door. Unbuckling the seat belt she moved quickly out of the door but also in a sluggish way. Her arms crossed and her hair over the arch of her ears as she looked at up at the light. Before that though she had turned on her heel and took advantage of the moment outside. Her hand raised and landed firmly on his cheek, a slap. How sweet of dear Kris with that she turned back on her heel and walked towards the house that Beau lived in. Her eyes swallowed in the entire view of the house as he soon ushered her in, the slap was for more then the hospital. Hair that seemed to blend in with the night shone once inside the house and showed its true color for a dark brown with a purple strip in it, to her right side. Her ears were pierced and the holes didn't stick out that much and she had a hospital wrist band still on but it was growing annoying. Arms still crossed she looked so unpleasant but so cute when she was angry, that's what so many said. Her cheeks were normal a bit pale but it was normal. Just standing there she thought about how hard she had hit Beau. To her the slap could have made a moutain fall but she wouldn't know for a while. Still no words had come from her mouth, the doctor had thought of her as a mute possibly deaf. Kris had turned her head each time he tried to take her temperature or something.
The notes he had left with her and Beau was that he was to give her pain pills now and again and to wake her up every two hours. She knew tonight she wouldn't go to sleep and if Beau did she'd leave within seconds after it. Dissappearing into the darkness of the night and walking to her apartment or the stables. Sad thing was her apartment keys had been still in her apartment and the door was locked. The thought of that made her sick to her stomach, not literally. Another deep breath it returned to normal as she waited for what Beau had in store next.
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Post by Beau on Feb 23, 2008 14:36:26 GMT -5
Beau’s eyes widened at the slap. It wasn’t from pain, but he was rather amazed. His hand flew up to touch the spot that had become rather tender and scarlet, but said nothing. He probably deserved it, but he didn’t think he did. She protested the hospital, but it was for the better, was it not? He didn’t really know. He was temporarily rock back onto his heels, and his eyes followed the girl as she trudged up to his home. Following, his hand didn’t quite leave his face until both were safe inside.
He didn’t kick his shoes off. Instead, he waltzed past her, walking into the parlor that had several different doors snaking to different rooms. He quickly entered one arch, walking into the kitchen. “Hungry?” He called, opening the large, stainless steel fridge. He took a water bottle out, displeased with whatever stock was already inside. He twisted off the cap, draining it quickly. Holding it in his hand, he returned by the archway he’d entered, just in case Kris hadn’t caught on to his trail. “Or tired?” He said, somewhat hopefully. He wasn’t too keen on spending time with someone who slapped him, even if he had deserved it.
Making a quick glance to one of the large clocks on the wall, he read the time. It was in the wee hours of the morning, and no doubt nearly the same in Germany. Beau was due for a call, and could only make it if he managed to stay awake for the next few hours. If he didn’t call his family, they’d be worried and make a trip down to the area. That would be bad- they’d laugh harder than he did at sight of the stables. It was already bad enough that one of his friends was debating on visiting him for a few weeks; he was nearly as snobby as Beau was. Impatiently, he sighed softly and glanced back to Kris. |
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 23, 2008 14:49:30 GMT -5
Her head shook to both questions of weither she was hungry or tired. Eyes darted around the area of the house she was in she still hadn't moved from the few feet away from the door. And she probably wouldn't. Taking a glance at Beau's cheek she dropped her entire expression into a frown and spoke. I'm sorry about that. Her finger pointed at her cheek referring to his, when she slapped him. This entire house was no doubt much nicer than anything she had ever seen but she wasn't gonna drop dead in amazement. She thought about it carefully, looking at Beau she could have figured he'd own such a place like this and could probably afford much more. Then she spoke softly, Your house, A small pause before she continued. ,It's really nice. Nervousness took over her entire body and mind as she let her teeth met her lip. As she bit her lip she didn't decide to chew on it but to let it sit there and hold her lip. A kiss before meant nothing to him apparently so Kris labelled him as a jerk. In nicer terms. She wanted out of this hell hole, she didn't wanna stay in the same house as him. Being woken up every two hours to make sure she was alive, she didn't want to sleep. Period. I guess I'll get going then. She slowly inched herself towards the door until her hand came upon the handle but she couldn't even bring herself to open it. Why was this? Kris didn't even know. Well to answer her own statement there about her leaving she couldn't even fulfill it.
The jeans fit loosely over Kris's legs as she stood there with one hand on the door. The tee-shirt had been a bit tight on her figure which showed off curves and it had been freezing at the hospital and outside. Mind raced back to what had possibly happened earlier. Kris couldn't shake the thought of the kiss earlier when she had fallen and fell on him. Thoughts still swam through her slowly as she stood there. Now the purple strip of hair stood out more shining. Her eyes had drifted from the handle all the way to Beau.
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Post by Beau on Feb 23, 2008 15:06:16 GMT -5
Beau shook his head, shrugging it off. “It is fine. I have been hit worse.” He smiled, crossing the parlor in a few strides. It wasn’t a lie- he’d had a molar knocked out from one ex’s slap- it’d nearly knocked him out. Luckily, he managed to get the tooth reattached. The slap he felt was no different than that one- his teeth were still intact, but he figured his cheek had grown into a scarlet palm-print. He could feel a small sting on the area, but nothing ice couldn’t soothe. He was a man- he was used to this sort of reaction. Especially being the man-whore he was.
Smiling briefly, he glimpsed around his home. It wasn’t the best suited to his needs, but it was the best the town had. He was used to the castles of Germany- several of which his family owned. But, somehow it had a comforting aura to it, something Beau never really experienced. He just hoped it that he wasn’t going soft in the head. He glanced back to Kris. “Thank you.” He smiled warmly, before grinning foolishly. “If you think this nice, you see our Deutsch homes.” He shrugged, walking to stand beside Kris and drape an arm over her shoulders.
He shook his head with a smile. “Nein, nein, nein.” He grinned now- starting to lead her off into the parlor, then towards a large staircase. “I promised doctor to take care.” He nodded firmly, hoping somehow she’d follow him upstairs and down the winding hallway. “I will show room.” He smiled softly before pulling her slightly closer and kissing her forehead, glancing back upstairs. “Yes?” He nodded, hoping to get the same answer out of her.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 23, 2008 18:23:56 GMT -5
Her head just nodded almost as if she couldn't help it but her lips just wouldn't move. Kris' feet then carefully carried her up the stairs when she felt the softness of heat in her cheeks after Beau had taken her closer and kissed her on the forehead. Something no one really did all guys just wanted something else but Beau seemed different. A big question rang in her mind though. Was he being his true colors or was he acting? All guys could act and she had learned that when in New Orleans. Yeah. Her head turned up the stairs as she felt her head stop in pain and then turned her entire attention to Beau. Why would he be so kind to her? No guy ever was all guys wanted one thing, sex. Also a lot of guys just wanted a pretty girl around their shoulder and on the short leash. So they couldn't leave their side. Taking another short breathe Kris had made it to the top of the stairs ahead of Beau and then stood at the top looking down the hallway. So far the house was breath taking it looked as if the world could fit into the house. All Kris only knew that Beau lived her and then she remembered the hospital. The doctor had taken her into a private examination and asked her the relationship to the man outside. She had simply told him that he was a co-worker and that made her think. Anything that happened between them either talking or anything further couldn't reach any one else.
occ] it sucks no muse [/occ
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Post by Beau on Feb 23, 2008 18:46:52 GMT -5
OOC: it’s fine. =]
Beau didn’t dare look further that a sidelong glance. He didn’t know if her flustering was result of his rather warm home, or his display of affection, but Beau enjoyed her apparent misery. She seemed hesitant, and Beau couldn’t care less. All women were; Beau was rather fast. He followed her suit up the steps, his hand lingering on the marble and mahogany rail. It was elegant, no doubt. The marble was inlaid across most of the flooring, and the countertops in the kitchen. The small bonus would’ve cost the commoners an arm and leg, but luckily, it seemed like he had several to spare.
Shaking himself from the expensive reverie of his, he reached the top of the stairs and strode down the hallway. Most of the rooms were empty, one or two packed with boxes. He tapped on one door as the duo walked past it. He turned to look over his shoulder. “My room.” He smiled softly, before coming to a halt before another set of stairs that led into another part of the manor. He turned the knob on the door, pushing it open to reveal the large, four-poster cherry-wood bed, with matching dressers and bedside table.
“Your room.” He smiled softly, before he waltzed to a door, opening it. “This is bathroom.” He nodded, then pointed to a large walk-in closet that already seemed to be occupied. “You use those,” He nodded softly, as though the owner of them wouldn’t mind. “My cousin, she has been sending clothes for week.” He shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets hoping the place would be suitable. “Help yourself.” Beau returned to the doorway, leaning against the door frame.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 23, 2008 23:54:59 GMT -5
Her arms crossed the entire way down the hallway and then another set of stairs and then to the room she'd stay in. Not. Hesitantly Kris then spoke the truth. It looks cool but could I sleep on a couch instead. She smiled at him, a fancy bed wasn't really her style she liked the cramming feeling of a couch. Then she spoke, Your room looked nic ebythe way. A smile crossed and danced over her lips. As she stood in the middle of the room she turned from being back to Beau to turning around and looking at Beau. She had a sense of her head wasn't hurting but she still liked the feeling of pain it was cool. From the looks of the huge closet it might as well as have been the size of her entire apartment. Maybe, even bigger. Taking a breath she looked at him as she moved some of the hair from her face and then scratched the back of her neck. It seemed a bit weird to tell Beau that she wanted to sleep on a couch rather than the fancy bed. It seemed also as well that the entire bed seemed the size of her bedroom. That was what it seemed like, she had secretly snuck out pills from her apartment. Several for pain and some that she had been addict to since she left New Orleans. She took them every now and again but it made her feel better all the time.
Another breath she blinked several times as she watched Beau's next move. If he said she could which couch? Truthfully there had to be at least over twenty couchs in this mansion place. Kris had no idea what to call his home either a house, mansion thing, estate, she didn't really know any fancy words.
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Post by Beau on Feb 24, 2008 1:39:55 GMT -5
Beau’s smile lit warmly at her praise, but soon vanished into a confused expression. What the hell? Beau was nearly sure that every lady enjoyed a bed fifty times the size of their IQ to sleep in; the mattress that was currently in the guest room seemed to be two and a half queen-sizes. “Couch?” His eyebrow arched with suspicion. He didn’t know whether she was used to sleeping in the slummy futon back in her apartment for the hell of it, or afraid to sleep in a bed that she could get lost in. Either way, he shrugged. He wouldn’t pry; maybe he’d just judge.
Shaking his head softly, he chuckled and grinned before his response. “Thank you.” He stood up straighter. “I will show after jammies.” He pointed back to the closet, which held every sort of expensive garment that Bridgette had been sending for the past week, “Choose.” He grabbed the doorknob, pulling the door tightly shut before Kris even had a chance to respond. He strode quickly to his room, shutting his door and locking it before stripping down to climb into his own jammies- sweat pants and shirtless. He quickly pulled on a zip-up hoodie, not wanting to scare the girl with his sleeves and chest heavily tattooed.
Finished dressing, Beau opened the door and leant on his doorframe. He’d hoped that Kris managed to change out of her clothes and into the sleeping numbers, only for comfort reasons. Most of the couches in his home were designed for appearance strictly; comfort was beyond reasoning. The only couch he managed to get worn in were the ones in his guitar room- which was closed to anyone but him, and another in the gaming room. Of course, that one was in a room filled with the aroma of popcorn, the varnish from the games and even slight static could be felt from each electronic game. Pac Man, Ping-Pong, every console built and the television that filled up an entire wall. Maybe she’d enjoy it down there.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 24, 2008 1:49:10 GMT -5
She had nodded at the question of a couch and then heard him say to choose. From all this expensive stuff in the huge closet she didn't think so. Kris sat on the bed the entire time just when she thought it might be more comfortable in less clothes. She had known he had probably gone to get into his sleeping clothes so she knew she had time. A tank top had been strung underneath her tee-shirt as she stripped from the tee. She wouldn't take advantage of such a big place let alone wear anyone else's clothes so she thought just sitting there in her under garments might do. Kris slowly moved around the room her legs carrying her to see what it looked light before she went towards the door and stood next to the frame. As she heard him open the door she moved out from the side of the frame and stood there. Her eyes had traveled to the five foot three mark of Beau's height and shot up to his face as she stood there her arms crossed an the same old expression just sitting there. I didn't feel like wearing someone elses clothing. Her lips then shut as she waited for whatever his next move might be. Then again were would she possibly be in the house? Maybe he had something that was in the dark, Kris's favorite place. Only because no one could see her.
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Post by Beau on Feb 24, 2008 2:35:31 GMT -5
Beau didn’t wait long until the girl stepped out from beside the frame. Did she even change? If so, she made quite the selection. He noticed his jaw had dropped, snapping it shut with a high click of his straight, pearly teeth. It was obvious he couldn’t help but have his eyes wander down from tank-top to rather short underwear, and back up. Eyebrow cocking playfully, he took a few steps forward. “Do you like wearing any at all?” He said, now standing before the girl, one hand on the frame, the other lingering at his side.
Figuring it was a safe question to ask- he’d commented on the fact she’d hardly been dressed at all, rather than if she’d like to be naked- his eyes narrowed with mock anger. Personally, he didn’t find it ethical to sleep with another co-worker. It created nothing but issues and confusion, and not to mention he wasn’t a commitment sort of guy. He enjoyed one-night-stands. He was most likely inventor of the most famous scheme: never calling back. It was a genius plan- too bad he’d used it so many times that he had become bored with it.
He gave a small smile, his fingers climbing to the zipper of his hoodie before he took a small step closer, inches away from Kris. He leant down to eye level, lips less than a few inches from hers, his eyebrow toying playfully above his eyes. When he spoke, his voice was just a notch lower than a whisper, hands taking their place at his sides, itching to touch her thighs in a teasing manner. “You know what I like?” He whispered, tone holding challenge.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 24, 2008 2:43:38 GMT -5
The teasing smile yet seductive one had danced over Kris's lips at his question. Then her lips opened as she spoke, Who knows. Then she leaned a bit upwards her arms crossed as she then walked by him just taking in what he had said. Her hand had brushed across his shoulder as she walked out into the hallway and then looked at Beau. No I have no idea. Tell me? She was sort of mocking him even though she didn't know. Her hands rested by her side as she leaned against the wall, in the hallway. Palms held her at a bit of a tilt on the wall as she stood there her hair held in a messy ponytail with a few strands sticking out from it. To Kris's opinion something might happen that she'd probably forget within a day or two. Kris had never been in a real relationship sometimes, most times, it was one night stands with best friends. Other times it was more like friends with benefits but not ever since New Orleans had all that happen. Then her lips opened as she referred to the fact when he had leaned down to eye level with her. You made me feel short. That's not nice. A teasing smile crossed over her and she crossed her arms then and took a deep breth and looked at him and stood on the flats of her feet.
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Post by Beau on Feb 24, 2008 3:11:26 GMT -5
His eyebrow cocked once more as he pivoted to follow the girl’s figure. He felt drawn to her; the way a shark to blood, or a dog to a treat. He grinned stupidly, his hands moving from his sides to her wrists. He only glanced behind him towards the large guest room, stepping backwards slowly. Once she was through the doorframe, he’d shut the door slowly, only to step forwards again to be much, much closer to Kris.
Without any notice, he craned his neck down once again. “I do not care.” He grinned, pressing his lips against hers for a quick moment, his hands moving from her wrists to waist, his hands gently lifting up the fabric of her tank-top. Once his fingers brushed her bare skin, he’d wrap his hands around her waist, pulling her closer to his massive body. He eyes hadn’t closed- he preferred to keep them open. He wasn’t romantic- it was like Larry the Cable Guy. Get’r done!
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 24, 2008 3:17:53 GMT -5
Kris had felt herself practically dragged the short distance into the guest room and soft gentle thud of the door made her smile. Hearing him speak her smile only grew bigger then his lips pressed against hers and she enjoyed it. Suddenly a chill ran up and down her spine as she felt Beau's hand touch the skin hidden by her tank top. Bodies basically glued together she smiled and then leaned forward as their lips met again but this time harder and possibly more with intesity. When she withdrew she took a small breath and the spoke, Do you want it off? Her hands were wrapped around Beau's neck almost and she looked at him before she smiled and then leaned forward about to kiss him. For a few seconds she stayed that way teasing him and then withdrew and stood there.
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Post by Beau on Feb 24, 2008 3:26:11 GMT -5
Somehow, Beau managed to keep a straight face through the ordeal. He wasn’t one to keep a straight face, but he managed to make do without it for once. Instead of ripping off her tank-top right there and then, he turned swiftly, pushing the woman towards the bed. Once she was close enough, he’d nod, putting his fingertips underneath the shirt to gently slide off her top. His lips made contact with her neck, kissing gently from collarbone to the jaw. “I do now.” He’d already discarded of his own hoodie when he was traveling towards the bed; it unzipped and tossed messily on the floor, where the morning housekeeping service cleaned it up.
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