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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 24, 2008 18:58:05 GMT -5
Kris's smile came as she let her eyes drift past Beau. Her tank top by the edge of the bed rim she noticed at that point how big the bed was. The touch of his lips against her skin made a chill run up her spine. She knew that this wasn't something that would make a lasting, basically a one night stand. Something though did run in her mind. The fact that they were co-workers and Kris had known the feeling of sleeping with one and then nothing ever came the same. A major throbbing came into her head as she ignored it and enjoyed the moment. Pain was something that never stopped Kris from fullfilling something.
occ] no muse =[ [/occ
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Post by Beau on Feb 29, 2008 20:35:04 GMT -5
Beau’s hands lingered at her hips, daring to travel up her stomach to her chest. He resisted, however, and instead he straightened up. His hand grabbed the blankets by her side, tugging down so the material swiftly slid under her back. It was quite easy- it was Armani silk. If he was successful with getting the woman on her back and on the mattress, he’d kiss up her neck gently, his eyebrow cocked with curiosity. With both shirtless, he couldn’t see why they couldn’t have a good time.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 29, 2008 20:41:39 GMT -5
Even though Kris had been once the master of one night stands and everything else she was like a virgin all over again. Her eyes were the same size as usual when someone talked to her but her entire body seemed cold to the atmosphere. But it was welcoming. The touch of Beau's hands on her hips made Kris want everything even more and she knew the next time they saw each other after this things would probably be different. They had been in her past after she slept with one of Westley's best friends the week before she was arrested. More or less it had seemed like rape at first but Kris gave into it and allowed him that night. Here with Beau it was a different story, then the touch of something on her back made it chill a bit. It felt cold making her spine shiver as she looked at him with hazel eyes and that begging little smile.
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Post by Beau on Feb 29, 2008 20:52:28 GMT -5
Sneakily, a hand moved from her hip to drag down a goose-feather filled pillow. He placed it just above her head, and smiled softly as he kissed her collar-bone. His hand returned to place on her upper arm, the other trailing from belly-button to her other upper arm. His lips moved from her collar-bone and chest to her lips, giving her a final kiss before he removed both hands, standing upright quickly and tugging the blankets atop of her. He leant down quickly to plant one more kiss on her lips. “Since you are in bed,” he eyed the sheets roughly atop her, “I leave.” He turned sharply, walking quickly and grasping the door.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 29, 2008 21:03:53 GMT -5
Oh ha ha. What happens if I get out of bed? It was intimate moment one minute and now it was a funny game basically. He had tricked her into bed because she told him she didn't want to. Kris had a mind of her own and she broke all the rules. Quickly escaping from underneath the sheets she walked a little bit impatiently and for a second felt like something had been pulled out from underneath her and she had just fallen. He had left the room leaving her alone as she walked to the tank top she put it back on and then got a wicked idea. Looking out the door she walked the opposite way down the stairs and back towards the doorway. Even though with no shoes on she could hotwire one of his cars and drive home. Who knew? Her hand had just reached the door when she felt a bit guilty removing it and turning around before shaking her head and grabbing it again. A creek of the door was heard a second as she swore under her breath and took a few steps outside when she stood there on one of the estate steps. The cold breeze was blowing around her. In a pair of underwear and a tank top it was freezing but a bit humid at the same time.
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Post by Beau on Feb 29, 2008 21:18:11 GMT -5
Beau shrugged, leaving the discarded sweater on the floor and slipping out the door. He quickly crossed the hallway into his room, leaving his door wide open. He was almost disappointed when he didn’t hear the slap of her feet against the tile and carpet. Or the irate tone of her voice as she opposed his moves, or protested his leaving her alone. Frankly, he enjoyed a game of hard to get; especially, when he was the one in tease. Instead, he jumped into his shower- dousing himself with the hot water, only for a few minutes. He couldn’t trust the girl alone- especially when he jumped from the shower to hear the front door slam. Quickly, he dressed in his sweats and a tee, striding to the door. He opened it, Kris’s back to him. “It is cold. Unless you ride motorcycle, you cannot get back until tomorrow. Come inside.” He said, holding the door wide open.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 29, 2008 21:23:41 GMT -5
Her eyes had closed as she stood there her arms were folded. A familiar silence had come through her ears and the cold breeze let her hair go into it. Welcoming the freezing temperature most people shook in fright and from the temperature but Kris didn't. Things that spooked her made her tremble, like horses did. The cold breeze was something that was like home when she stood outside some nights sleeping in the basement or outdoors when her drunken mother couldn't care for her. Then a stinging sound ran through her ears like nails on chalkboard, it was Beau's voice telling her that she couldn't go home till tomorrow and she should come inside. Her head turned as she looked at him her entire body a bit pale as she rubbed the back of her head walking through the door straight past him with a smile but not looking at him. Ideas were watering through her head, if Kris could build enough courage at that moment she'd dive in and kiss Beau but she didn't. Her body and soul was weak, her defenses were weak. Time for advantages was what the boys in New Orleans said.
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Post by Beau on Feb 29, 2008 21:38:36 GMT -5
Beau frowned when Kris seemed reluctant to come back inside. He didn’t care whether his actions had hurt her or not- this was expected of him. Instead, he just hoped she’d come inside before the steam coming from his skin was cooled by the chilly temperature of the New York weather. When she finally turned and meandered in, he placed his arm around her shoulders, shutting the door with his foot. “You are very cold.” He tutted, shaking his head slowly as he went on. “Hungry? Would you like bath?” If it was possible, and if his job ads had been answered by now, he would holler to get the maid or housekeeper to draw the woman a bath, and his personal chef to whip up a lovely meal. Instead, he had to do all the manual labor himself.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 29, 2008 21:43:03 GMT -5
If Kris had feelings they never really showed unless it was something kidding, as to say. When she heard if she wanted something to eat she shook her head, a bath? Who knew maybe. But then again nothing could make her happy now unless Beau had continued what he had been doing. As Kris shrugged off his shoulder she turned herself his way and stood on her toes basically as she reached his face. Her lips were seemed a bit cold landed themselves like an airplane on his own. A simple kiss but lingering she wanted more. Withdrawing a few seconds she looked at him and then stood there biting her lip and second and re-setting her arms crossed on her chest. Things were changing in her life quickly, very quickly.
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Post by Beau on Feb 29, 2008 21:48:25 GMT -5
Beau frowned as she shrugged off his arm. It was fine with him, actually. He preferred if they didn’t, rather. It could lead to something. He was surprised when Kris’s small form suddenly appeared in front of him. He started, jumping back slightly with wide eyes. His hair, which had been slightly wet from his recent shower, still stood straight and done, tousled a bit at the movement. His eyes remained open when she suddenly kissed him. Beau greatly preferred she didn’t do that- after all, before was just a scheme to get her into bed. Did he have to do it again?
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 29, 2008 21:52:30 GMT -5
Standing there she felt like just dissappearing, a piece of paper simply thrown out. A good drink or two could make her easily fall asleep but she felt like her mother now. At this time her life had felt thrown away as she looked to the door as if begging to escape but she couldn't. Kris's mind had left the entire world but her body was still stuck as she wanted to just sleep but given another two hours she'd have to be woken up because of her head. She'd ignored everything, looking to the floor she felt like she was bare infront of the world. Her entire mind and body exposed almost showing to the world to comment and laugh at. Her body was eating itself away as she remembered all those comments she had gotten and a single tear fell down her cheek.
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Post by Beau on Feb 29, 2008 22:01:22 GMT -5
Beau’s eyebrow rose as she stood there, motionless and irate-looking. Was he been given the cold shoulder? Perhaps it was her face, but Beau wasn’t too sure of his reaction. He didn’t know whether she was angry with him, or having a stare-down contest. Only when she huffed and a tear fell down his cheek, did he frown. He let both his hands rise to her cheeks, one thumb wiping away the tear on her cheek. “What is wrong?” Thanks to his knowledge of women, Beau was sure she could use one of those nice baths. The kinds that men didn’t dare take, because it questioned their dignity. With bubbles and oils, and whatever else you could find in a spa. Maybe he’d throw a bucket of mud in there to make it all the more enjoyable for her. For now, he pulled her into a tight hug, planting a comforting, friendly kiss on her forehead.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 29, 2008 22:06:15 GMT -5
Only when she felt a touch on her cheek and heard his voice echo through her ears did she realize that she had cried. A long time it had been since she cried, before her mouth opened and she let the words come out. Nothing. A easy lie that most people never questioned but as she felt Beau pull her into a hug it felt like a bear killing prey. He was so much taller and bigger than her that when she noticed him that way it was a bit scary. She stood a measily five foot and three inches and weighted under a hundred and fifteen pounds but it was natural. A stick figure that most guys could probably bend in half she wasn't one of those sticky girls that dieted themselves into a mere skeleton. Soft kiss on her forhead brought her into reality, friendly. And friends was all Kris could be with anyone.
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Post by Beau on Feb 29, 2008 22:13:41 GMT -5
Shaking his head, he wouldn’t have any of it. According to his calculations, ‘nothing’ to a girl meant a little more or less than everything. Usually, a woman didn’t cry over nothing unless... was it that time of the month? “Is it…?” He started; placing his hands on her shoulder and holding her slightly back from her. His nose wrinkled with distaste, rather glad he hadn’t pulled through with the full plan. Luckily, he’d gone far enough. “You know…” He pressed, just in case he’d gotten a blank stare or something from his accusations. He shuddered just thinking of it. Of course, it was only natural women go through the dreaded thing, but the thought of it made him twitch and gag with disgust.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 29, 2008 22:17:56 GMT -5
Good god no! It's seriously nothing. It might just be because I'm cold. She looked at him with her eyesbrow cocked upward as she gave also a blank stare. Even though women's bodies went through that stupid thing every month it never made Kris cry. Only stupid jokes, or stupid things made her cry. Or if she laughed to hard and to much it made her entire body ache from the laughter but she hadn't laughed like that in years. Probably not since she was a teenager around fourteen years old, maybe. The first time she had taken a sip of anything besides all that soda crap was of scotch. Pure european scotch that her mother had strut her stuff for at a bar and gave Kris a couple glasses. Enough to knock her out that first night but after a few months it barely effected her but then she was an alcholic on everything else but she got some help for that.
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