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Post by ♥ poppies on Apr 11, 2008 22:26:35 GMT -5
He scooted closer and she heard the answer she wanted to hear, so far things looks okay. Damn it Cassie stop thinking of things that might never happen. Blinking she turned around and looked at him with a smile on her face as she opened her mouth to answer his words. "With you hear I'll drive." Lips closed as she started to blush, being this close made her feel so comfortable, yet why did she feel a tiny bit nervous. Phone in her short pocket she felt it shake against her thigh as she slowly took one of her hands from underneath his and grabbed it from her pocket. Looking down it was her mother. Opening it she spoke as if the connection was breaking up, "Sorry mom...can't....talk....with a friend." Flipping the phone closed she smiled and shoved it back in her pocket before turning back at Caine.
"Where were we?" Her mind rattled with questions as if they were more than friends. How does he kiss? Maybe he was in jail? Is he lying to me about Fairfield? Eyes looked at him as she smiled before turning back and leaning into him. Hands sliding back underneath his on the bars of the bike, suddenly she felt the change in weight as he held the bike and she basically sat there her feet barely touching the ground.
occ- no Cassie muse.
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Post by Beau on Apr 11, 2008 23:28:14 GMT -5
Caine’s low, lacy Italian chuckle was in his throat at her comment. “That is reassuring!” He grinned, shaking his head before his face had become sullen and straight once again. He’d just began to gently push her thumb down on the small gas notch, when she’d suddenly pulled her hand from his and scrambled to answer her mobile. He smirked when she had acted as though they had poor reception, although it seemed likely, and quickly hung up. Shaking his head softly, he raised his hands a bit so she could slip her own underneath his, and spoke softly into her ear. His voice was no more than a soft whisper above the gentle purr of the motorcycle.
He felt her melt into the front of his body when she’d let her hands underneath his. “You want to push down lightly on this.” He pressed her thumb gently, pushing the motorcycle forwards with his own legs before it got moving- just a gentle start.
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