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Post by larkeh; on Apr 6, 2008 16:40:10 GMT -5
Wes nodded and gave an indifferent shrug, standing and grabbing both of their plates and empty cans. He ambled into the kitchen and stepped on the pedal for the trash can, popping the lid and disposing of the trash before closing the lid on the pizza and setting it in the refrigerator. Wes leaned against the counter, running a hand through his spiky hair, needing a moment to calm himself down and keep any urges under control. Even being around her was difficult and there was this sexual tension he almost couldn't bear, but he knew better. He sighed and pushed himself away from the counter, wandering back out into the living room. He picked up the bag of DVDs, looking through them, finally finding one that wasn't emasculating: an action film with Matt Damon.
He moved to the DVD player and pressed the eject, setting the DVD on the little holder. He pressed the button again and then grabbed the TV remote, changing the input. He knew how to use her entertainment center quite well as he had lived there for a couple months. He exchanged the TV remote for the DVD remote, flopping down on the couch and watching the unstoppable movie previews. He slid an arm around Kris' waist and tugged her closer, pushing back some of her brunette hair and kissing and licking her ear teasingly before laughing and pulling away. The DVD menu finally decided to make an appearance and he selected play, only to have the DVD player make some weird noise and freeze.
"Well, so much for that," he said, standing up and fooling with the player, hitting it a few times to no avail. Even the eject wouldn't open and he heaved a sigh, turning both it and the TV off. "I think we killed it," he said after a moment, not sure how she was going to get that DVD out of the player to return it. It would probably be cheaper to just purchase a new player rather than have this one fixed. He gave a sigh and looked up at her with a laugh, shaking his head as he stood, abandoning the DVD player. He moved to the couch and flopped down, tugging Kris to him again.
OOC: Yucky, it's short.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Apr 6, 2008 18:58:59 GMT -5
Sitting there as he got up she tilted her head back to watch him walk away and then moments later he came back. Grabbing a DVD he walked to the player and popped it in, when he came back she smiled as she leaned his way. Her tank tops strap started to fall just as the DVD player started to act up. A few beatings from Wes and it still didn't work, a small groan escaped her. "How about music? Other than that I have no more entertainment ideas." With that she felt him pull her and she willingly went as she fell on him. Smiling she kissed him twice before looking up to see out the window. Children were playing in the streets and grandparents were walking around. There was also a couple holding hands watching a little blond girl with pigtails. It was really a beautiful sight and shockingly one day Kris had wanted kids. She didn't want them though to have the life she had lived, well except for her time with horses. Those moments were her best yet and also her times with Westley, hopefully better ones coming soon.
Looking back at Westley she smiled and kissed him one more time before she got up and walked into the small guest room past the bedroom. It had once just been empty, with boxes, but now it had a queen sized bed and was quite lovely. A beach theme sort of to it and Kris sometimes liked to day dream in the huge room. Standing at the doorway to the newly founded bedroom she smiled and then waited.
ooc - no muse. =[
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Post by larkeh; on Apr 7, 2008 20:15:42 GMT -5
Wes shrugged, not much one for just sitting around listening to music, "Nah, it's ok." He had many less than fond memories of being hauled to the symphony or the opera or various other fine arts events as a little boy. He'd been forced to put on a suit and go, before his parents had discovered that it was a whole lot easier to just give in to Wes and he'd be happy and not pitch a fit. Having a missing son to all your society friends was better than one that kicked the backs of the seats in front of him and tried to hit the same notes as the fat lady on the stage. He had a good falsetto range because of the singing at the opera, which one wouldn't really guess coming from Wes, but he'd impressed his choir teachers at his snobby exclusive private school a good many times.
As she kissed him he leaned into it, thinking she'd finally decided she wanted him and then she pulled away. He heaved a deep sigh; why did she have to tease him like that? He followed her eyes to the happy people on the courtyard of the apartment complex, many of them with kids. Well that explained it; no wonder she was looking outside with such interest. Westley did want kids, someday anyhow. Preferably after he was married as he wasn't really wanting them until he was in a marriage since there was a permanency there. Well sort of; there was always divorce, but unless he was just really really unhappy he would rather make it work. He couldn't see a girl cheating on him or something like that to be quite honest.
He smiled when she brushed her lips over his again and then she stood and he shook his head. "Stop getting so excited, man," he mumbled, rubbing a hand over his jaw. He stood and followed her, supposing there was probably something she wanted to show him. He stood slightly behind her, tickling her side, "So you add another bed after I move out, huh," he teased, the tickling ceasing after he'd worked her into a good laugh. He smiled a bit and leaned back watching her giggle.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Apr 8, 2008 15:26:54 GMT -5
Smile on her face at the touch of his fingers, a laughter escaped her. Standing in the doorway of the new room she heard what he said. "I had it re-done only about a week ago into a guest room. It makes me calm. Anyways I practically sleep in here, for some reason by bed doesn't seem good anymore." Nightmares had come over Kris's mind each night she was in her bed now. It sort of scared her because they got progressively worse each time. Some of them had her drenched in a cold sweat, so far she was still calm during the day. Almost as if nothing really happened but even with her eyes opened she still had those visionsof nightmares. Looking at him she smiled, Kris was growing on him again and she was happy he had refused the ride on Martini. A "cousin" of her, that was what people were called in juvi when you made friends, had called her last night and told her that she got a job at a rodeo in Colorado. The girl was at least three years older than Kris and had been in juvi since she was ten years old after murdered her mother but the horse program did a great thing for them all.
Broad smile on her face she looked at Westley and let her lips rest on his as she let it settle it before withdrawing. It had to mean something, right? Hopefully it did because nothing had felt that great in ages to her. "So what now?" Sort of a hint she smiled at him and felt the warm sun coming in through the windows of the guest room. Leaning back on the door frame she looked straight at his eyes and bit her lip a second.
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Post by larkeh; on Apr 9, 2008 17:20:19 GMT -5
Wes chuckled at her suggestive tease, hoping she really wanted it this time and wasn't going to make him go through the whole thing a few days ago. That had been more than the young man could deal with, and he was most certainly not doing it again. These thoughts slipped from his mind though as he took a step closer, "I think I have an idea," he murmured, pressing his lips to hers. He wasted little time with the simple kisses he'd been getting over the past week, his tongue running along her lower lip to get her to open up. His eyes glanced around the room, noticing the curtains were open and he frowned. That would not do. He pulled her nearer to him, his hands on her lower back, the shirt a barrier between her skin and his. He started to move her away from the open window, not liking the thought of the neighbors being able to look in the window and see the two of them going at it.
He continued deeply kissing her as he backed her to the other bedroom, slowly so they didn't trip over anything, glancing in to notice the curtains shut. He moved her inside, his big hands sliding under her shirt as he kicked the door shut. He slid his hands around to her stomach, slowly running them up over her tan stomach, a smile on his lips as he retracted them from hers, putting them on her neck. His fingers reached her bra and he grimaced a bit, sliding to her back and undoing the clasp with ease. His hands slid back around, covering her breasts and squeezing a bit, suddenly realizing this was the very place she'd stopped him before. He sighed a bit and pulled back, dark eyes on her face, his hands not moving unless she told him to. "Are you sure you want this," he questioned, regarding her seriously, not wanting to force her into something she didn't want just because she thought that was all he wanted. In some ways it was, but he wasn't bothering with the other stuff for no reason.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Apr 9, 2008 18:50:22 GMT -5
Reluctantly she looked at him with a raised eyebrow as she smiled, she seemed to say What is that idea? With that tiny thought it seemed as if he knew what it was, a swift move and she felt his lips. Glorious, what she needed, almost like a drug but this time it was going to mean something. Her lips opened as she kissed him back with more passion than anything. Wes's hands against her body as she felt like smiling because it tickled but she wanted things to be serious for once between them. Eyes dragging outside to a lovely day she really didn't care if they spent some time inside, mostly she didn't mine them being alone. As she felt him starting to back away she almost wanted to question it but she moved with him. Into her bedroom she barely even noticed as he shut the door with his foot. Nothing felt wrong between them, the chemistry was perfect and then he questioned it.
Last time this had started she spooked at the thought of it not being serious but this time it would be. Withdrawing she smiled and then wrapped her arms around his neck. "I am allowing you to do this right?" Kris's bra strap had also been undone and it was already on the floor as she looked at him. His hands were huge but they had that warm feeling to them. With her being a jockey it was normal to feel a bit petite next to the rest of the world, and a little out of place. Happily she had friends that cared for her, one of them being more than a friend, Westley. Things were going perfectly easy for them. At least for now and in the future...right?
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Post by larkeh; on Apr 9, 2008 20:45:04 GMT -5
"True," Wes said with a nod, leaning down and brushing his lips over hers. He pulled back after a moment, his fingers sliding painfully slow down her bare skin until they found the hem of her tank top and his fingers curled around it, lifting it off her with a tad bit of help from Kris. He looked down at her, a lusty glint in his eye as his eyes and hands drug over every bit of visible skin, "You're simply gorgeous." He wanted to do her right that very second, but he was trying to control himself, keep it slow and make it special as he knew women liked things that way. Made the first time with a guy memorable or whatever, and though this wasn't technically the first, it had been so long and things were different now. Her body had changed as well as she'd been just a kid back then.
He moved her back to the bed, leaning her back before he crawled over her, straddling the young woman. He slowly pulled his own shirt off, revealing his muscular body. He could easily get a job modeling if he so desired, but even Wes wasn't so into the idea of having himself in a pair of underwear up in Times Square. It would probably cause car accidents anyway since he was rather attention grabbing. He was pretty honest about the fact that girls completely swooned around him. He worked hard for this body and he was proud of it. Westley leaned over Kris, his lips meeting hers as his hands slid to her shoulders, slowly working down her sides. He pulled his lips from hers, kissing her neck, then meeting her chest and kissing and caressing her with his tongue in all the right places...
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Post by ♥ poppies on Apr 10, 2008 15:44:57 GMT -5
Suddenly things started to come together, almost frame by frame now things happened. Sort of like those photos that Kris and Wes had seen when he moved out of her place. His hands running down her sides, next moment she was helping him take her tank top off and things were becoming whole again. A soft and quiet breath she wanted to take things quicker but each slow movement made her body want him even more. Softly being placed on the bed she felt the comfort that had been there once before, something she hadn't felt in a long time. Each kiss made her entire body ache, not from pain but from lust. The relaxing touch of his hands made her basically stop the use of her mine and let her body relax. All though it wasn't her first time with him it felt like it, the other times now seemed like a mockery.
Touch of his lips, the scent of him, let alone the site of him had started to make her tingle. It was far different from her chills, her tingle actually seemed relieving but it gave Kris her own ideas about it. Come on he's actually caring this time around, try and do something. She seemed almost like a limp body but that was her own mind, her entire body had been put into the mood. Soft lips kissing from her neck to her chest she felt satisfied with that, she could only imagine with what went on farther.
ooc- ew this is a really bad post. almost no Kris muse.
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Post by larkeh; on Apr 10, 2008 21:10:34 GMT -5
Wes lifted his lips off of her, scooting himself down, his fingers curling around the waistband of her shorts, "They're cute, but I'd prefer them off," he teased, sliding them down her muscular tanned legs. He sat back on his knees as he held the removed shorts in his hands and he tossed them to the side. His fingers moved to his own jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them, shoving them down his hips to be completely removed later. He wasn't a big fan of going naked for longer than necessary. He moved back up her, his lips meeting hers as he gave her a passionate deep kiss, already starting to work himself from his own pants. His hands ran along her skin, able to touch nearly everything he so desired as his tight jeans were finally off of him, Wes experienced when it came to working his way out of his pants without using his hands.
He was starting to get really aroused, his breathing heavier and he could feel himself beginning to lose his control. Before long he could take it no longer and he pulled away, sliding down her and allowing his fingers to gently remove her last remaining article of clothing, glancing up at her with a teasing little look, still trying to ensure she was ready for him to do this. It was obvious she wanted him, but beyond that was she honestly ready to take this step? He hoped so because by now he was not going to be able to stop if he were to be quite honest. He'd give a begging smile and keep on because he was not going to keep working himself up and stopping. It couldn't possibly be healthy. He looked back down after a moment, his eyes hungrily dragging over her before he harshly swallowed, a lusty glint in his eye as the garment was set aside.
OOC: I keep giving shorter posts so it may be my fault. When it comes to this I try to give more opportunities to react.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Apr 11, 2008 14:32:04 GMT -5
Shorts dragged off her body as she smiled and rolled her eyes upward looking at the closed window. Sunlight was scarce in the entire room and the atmosphere was extrememly warm. Thank god her clothes were off, she could though just imagine how much warmer it would get. The touch of his lips made her roll her arms back down and smiled as she kissed him back. Looking at him a glint shone in her eye like a bubble glistened in the sun light. As a kid though she had never gotten those chances to go to a park and blow a bubble. Trapped in a rat maze of a little city called New Orleans, with a alcoholic "mother" who acted more like Kris was a pet. Find food for yourself, things don't turn out the way you want them to, or walk in a straight line Kris people might know your drinking.
All though things seemed to be going extremely quick in their relationship they had basically already had one before that. A tiny tingle runs through her body, sort of like a shiver but it it something pleasent. The freedom through her entire body makes her feel like one with anything, most importantly she wanted to feel at one with Wes. Immediately she knew if she wimped out this far into something sexual with Wes he couldn't control himself and it could possibly not turn out pretty. Thank god though this time Kris was actually prepared for this, something that would make them come together instead of breaking them apart because of their own emotions.
ooc: also Lark it is my fault they suck.
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Post by larkeh; on Apr 11, 2008 23:28:25 GMT -5
Wes' eyes took in her naked form, wanting her so badly, but he bit his lip, controlling the urges to jump in and ruin the moment. He had a bad habit of this, but he hated to ruin this for Kris. Women were different about sex than guys were and he knew that. They wanted it to be romantic and all that, or at least that was the impression he was under. He was trying to push her to the point of complete excitement, partially for his own selfish reasons. He had to admit he liked women that were very responsive to him and he'd discovered over the years that the best way to really get them was to stretch the foreplay out, not that he'd really tried it this slow before. Kris currently was doing little to encourage him, but he was hoping once they were actually in the moment with little control she would be. As of right now she was making this about as much fun as intimacy with a sack of potatoes.
He was waiting for her to catch up with him because quite frankly he was not going for it until he knew she was unable to wait any longer. He smiled a bit and his hands met the inside of her thighs, spreading them and allowing his gifted fingers to press her to the point he'd been waiting for. He chuckled a bit, sort of smugly, "You're turned on," he teased, ready to go for it. He moved his body up her, his lips meeting hers as he removed his expensive Armani boxers. He continued to scoot higher and higher until he had closed the distance between them. He slowly moved himself into her, moaning kind of loudly for the normally rather reserved Wes, but he'd never gone so long without sex. He no longer kissed Kris, completely absorbed in everything else as he slowly began to thrust into her.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Apr 14, 2008 6:06:47 GMT -5
Each time Wes touched her she felt something different than what they had years ago. Moments passed by and a moan escaped him, Kris basically couldn't help it but sort of just look at him. His words previously had wanted to make her laugh because it was true. Oddly enough though right now sex was seeming like her anti-drug from the stresses of life. All of those things in life had just dissappeared, each slow thrust made her feel great. Smiling at him she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him towards her. Lips slowly moving onto his as she looked at him with a lustful look. Pressure points had been pushed while he teased her, and quickly her entire body and mind caught up to the entire event. Pulling away slowly from kissing she whispered in his ear, "So what if I am turned on?" Laying her head back down she felt like her mind had little control of what she was doing, yet it meant so much to her.
Lips meeting his once more she made it more passionate than anything as each thrust made her even more turned on. All though some pain of not feeling like this ran through her body, it welcomed Wes more than anything. All those one night stands she had been through since New Orleans had dissappeared. That one small relationship with a stablehand at her old job was gone, that one night in the hay loft. It might had been the most passionate things since New Orleans, then. But this moment with Wes were shaping out to be the best thing ever in her mind.
ooc: sorry it sucks. did this in a limited time.
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Post by larkeh; on Apr 16, 2008 17:57:14 GMT -5
Wes moved in her, gentle at first, getting the both of them used to it all over again. His breathing was rough but concentrated as little of his mind was devoted to anything outside of the pleasure he was experiencing. His eyes had been closed at first but they now focused on her face with a tiny smile as her lips met his and he had to try and respond to that although it was hard for him to do so. Once he got used to this whole thing again he'd be a little more normal and able to focus, but that rumor that the longer one waited the better it was... well it was completely true. Want from months and months had built up and he was finally getting what he wanted and as of right now he was feeling pretty good.
Minutes passed before an extremely strong feeling of pleasure hit him and he moved himself as far into her as he could possibly get. A loud moan escaped him as his fingers dug into the mattress where they had been set to avoid hurting the young woman beneath him. He pressed his lips to Kris' one last time before he pulled away and released into her with a groan he made no effort to muffle. Wes rolled off her once he was done before the weight of his body crushed the petite young woman. He lie on his back beside her, chest rising and falling as he focused on the good feeling he'd just experienced, not ready to let it go just yet. After what seemed like forever he reached an arm over and pulled Kris closer to him, kissing the top of her head.
He shifted a bit, feeling around for the blanket before finding it and tugging it over them. He didn't really like people to see him naked, not even the women he slept with. He was weird about it for reasons beyond his own understanding. He never removed his boxers until the very last second and once it was done he tried to avoid anyone looking. He had no deformities or anything missing, but he was still strange about being completely exposed, despite the fact he resembled Adonis. "You're beautiful," he spoke quietly a hand running up her bare side until he reached a breast and he covered it easily with his big hand, giving it a teasing squeeze. His eyes squinted a bit as he stared at the ceiling, a nagging guilty feeling hitting him as he realized he'd forgotten protection in being so wrapped up in it all. He shook his head with a deep sigh. Kris probably used some sort of birth control anyway and what were the chances of that happening to them anyway?
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