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Post by JONATHAN WARNER BRASS on Jul 2, 2011 23:02:59 GMT -5
He had stared back at her, dumbfounded. It wasn't as if he was expecting some grand act of forgiveness, but he certainly wasn't prepared for her to not understand what he meant. Unless...he stared at the closed door, knowing that there was something he was missing...no, not missing, just unwilling to look at. She was absolutely right- even admitting it to himself felt like a blow to the chest that made him feel the red-hot brand of anger. He stood up, downed the vial of chemicals, but his feet were rooted to the ground. His gaze strayed toward the fridge, then to the floor where the post it note lay crumpled. If he hadn't been taken by surprise he would have shouted his defense at her before she disappeared.
He had the sudden desire to act. Adrenaline was making him edgy, as if he had been the one yelling instead of her. He had to follow her. What did she mean to him? More than this. More than the shit he continued to put her through in his apathetic hazes- not that he was having a sudden moment of clarity however, where the sun shone in and he could see the answer to all his problems. All he knew was that he had fucked up and wanted to somehow convey to Scarlet that he was just too damn stupid to treat her right at the moment. Perhaps the most important realization that had struck him in the last while was that he had done more damage than he thought, if she assumed that he would instantly find a new girl to fawn over. He didn't blame her for it, but it was added to the list of things he had to make up for.
Make up for- did that mean he was going to try and salvage the ghastly wound that was their relationship? He couldn't deny that he wanted her back more than anything else, but it was hard to say if it would be for the best, or even possible. He shook his head, tossing the empty vial into the sink. No- he knew where thinking like this got him, it was time to stop, and instead start running.
He didn't have the benefit of fleeing as an excuse, but he made up enough ground by the time he reached the parks near the school. The sun had risen to the middle of the sky, and was a constant annoyance to his tired eyes. All of this panic wasn't really helping, so he slowed to catch his breath, and his thoughts. What he would say, where could he find her...
He jogged up the familiar drive to the school, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead. He still didn't have a plan, but it was a relief to think that maybe her head start had given her time to calm down- it probably wouldn't help if both of them were screaming their feelings or something, which seemed likely considering both parties involved. Cutting across the lawns was fastest, but there was always the chance that a teacher was visiting their office and would catch sight of him. He kept to the shadows of the buildings until the archery fields, where he jogged the rest of the way to the dormitory buildings.
He was expecting there to be more security on the girls' dorms at least, but he guessed with gods watching them, and a handful of teachers who lived on campus who had supernatural abilities, it really wasn't a fear of theirs that a stranger would simply walk onto the premises. He made it in just fine, and started up the stairs- he wasn't a stranger to her room, although before now his memory of actually using the door was pretty vague. He tended to simply end up there.
He walked quickly down the hall, breathing in the cool air of the building with relief after the strangling humidity of the outdoors. There was a feeling of loneliness about the place, as if he could feel the lack of life in the rooms emptied for the summer. He thought about trying to be quiet, but really, who would be there to catch him? It was the middle of the day, in the middle of the summer, and if there was another student staying on this floor, then she could just deal with having her afternoon interrupted. Almost too soon he was in front of Scarlet's door. He hesitated, one fist raised suddenly doubting his decision. Almost as quickly he disregarded the feeling, instead focusing the look on her face as she walked out the door.
"Scarlet?" He knocked far more loudly than was necessary, making the door rattle slightly. There was no answer, but that didn't mean that she wasn't there. "Scarlet," His hissed into the crack of the door, forehead resting against the wood of the door trim. He was staring down at the lock on the door. Eyes narrowed, he glanced around him; no one had come out to investigate, so he took a step back. With one well-aimed kick he snapped the door knob to the side, flinching when the sound of the crack echoed down the hallway, but quickly grasping it in both hands. He gently turned it to the right, eyes wide and unassuming as he slipped through the door. He hadn't damaged the wood of the door, but the knob was dented and half hanging out of its mooring. His heart beat double time, and not only because he had just broken her door, but because he had stepped into her room.
And there was no one there. His shoulders sagged, but he was instantly on alert as the sound of the shower reached his ears. A quick look told him that he didn't have to worry about it being her roommate- the room looked as if it had been overtaken by Scarlet alone, though whether that was a permanent arrangement or not he wasn't sure. And that left him...feeling slightly at a loss, if he was being honest.
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Post by SCARLET JOOK-LIANG LANCASTER on Jul 2, 2011 23:25:52 GMT -5
Scarlet had jumped into the archery range as soon as she got back. It was a good stress reliever. Why was she so angry? He was free to date who he wanted; he had dumped her after all. There was a word she hadn't used in a while. Dumped. Jonathan had dumped her and left her to suffer through one of the loneliest summers of her life so he could go make sure, for certain, that his parents didn't want him. And when they still didn't budge from their skepticism, Jon pushed them so far over the edge, they'd be needing a hand from the gods to pull them back out of the hole he dug for them. Yeah, that was a real treat. Scarlet frowned and shot a few more rounds of arrows before walking back to her dorm. The range reminded her of Jon, anyway. Although she was probably much better at archery by now than he would ever get to be, unless he came back and took more lessons as a teaching assistant or something.
When she got back to her dorm, she crawled into the shower sadly and stripped off her clothes, tossing them to the little hamper she had set up in between the sink and the bathtub. She turned the water on right away and jumped at the freezing water, before waiting patiently for it to get warm. It didn't take very long, and once it was warm enough, she got right to washing her hair. She usually washed her hair over the side of the tub on odd days; and saved full-on showering for even days, so she could shave and not get razor burn. She had a full-on schedule that she went through when she showered; five minutes for hair, twenty for shaving everything while the conditioner was still on her head, rinse conditioner, cleansing mask, and rinse.
She was on the cleansing mask rinse when she heard the doorknob being snapped. Her heart pounded slightly and she turned off the water after making sure the mask was all off her face, calmly pulling a towel around her hair, and body. After she was wrapped securely, she grabbed the thin, wire toilet brush and opened the door slowly, not bothering to even check to see who the person was. She ran at the man from behind and smacked him in the side of the head, squealing. "Get out of my room!" Her voice cracked and she nearly jumped on top of the man, hitting him with the stick end of the toilet brush, because the wire part had fallen off when she brought it back over her head. She continued to hit him, straddling his butt, until she suddenly stopped and blinked at the person underneath her. "Oh... Shit!" She scrambled off of Jonathan and pulled her towel tighter around herself, staring, wide-eyed. "Jon?! What the shit are you doing here?!" She tossed the toilet brush-or what was left of it-aside, and ran her hands up through her hair, pushing the towel on her head off. "I could have killed you!"
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Post by JONATHAN WARNER BRASS on Jul 3, 2011 0:29:39 GMT -5
He'd turned his back on the bathroom, still a little unsure as to what he should now do, when footsteps slapped across the floor. He tried to whirl around when something hit him hard in the side of the face. He flung up his hands to protect himself, eyes wide as he let out a surprised yelp. He wasn't prepared to be half-tackled, and lost his balance, falling heavily to the floor. "Ah fuck, hey, it's me! It's me!" His voice was muffled, as he had turned his face away to avoid the flailing weapon. He had pulled his hands up to cover the back of his head against whatever sort of attack he was about to undergo. Scarlet- and he knew it had to be her- wasn't particularly heavy, but with the way she was beating him over the back with whatever she had managed to find, he didn't have much opportunity to get away. For one panic stricken second he thought that she was just this opposed to having him follow her, until she leapt up with a curse.
He rolled over onto his back, eyes scrunched up tight, a laugh lacing through his moan of pain. It didn't hurt that badly, but it was the same sort of feeling as running into a doorway or stubbing a toe- it just lingered. "Ugh...fuck..." His short chuckles died out quickly as he opened his eyes, looking around for whatever she had tossed aside. With a frown of disgust for the battered toilet brush, he sat up, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand, squinting up at her. "Really? You were going to beat me to death with a toilet brush?" Oh, nope, there was the pain, especially the throbbing of his skull where she had first swung at him.
"I came here to talk to you," He was instantly serious, typical scowl in place as he blocked out whatever it was that had just happened. "About the note. And about what you said." He quickly held up both hands, trying to make sure that she wouldn't start hitting him again. When that didn't seem like the immediate course of action, he let his hands fall into his lap. "You were right." He didn't hesitate to say it, and although it didn't seem to cost him a great deal, there was nothing cheerful about his tone of voice. Actually, it was pretty calm considering what he had been anticipating. "You were right about the way I treated you- but I do know you, or I thought I did, I just didn't act like it." He slowly got to his feet, staring soberly back at her. "I'm sorry, I am, but I made a mistake, you know I did. Maybe-" He ran a hand through his hair, looking around the room for inspiration. "Maybe I needed more time to learn everything about you, but I promise you I didn't leave because you don't mean anything to me. I mean, I came here because I want to know why you ran off, because I don't want to make the same mistake and just leave things to get worse." It was weirding him out, how quiet he had gotten. After her squealing her attack, and him rolling on the floor, the relative silence was unnerving.
"And that note? Yeah, I was going out, but it wasn't a date. I was trying to be friendly. Life has been...weird not having to deal with powers all of the time, and its been all new, having people actually wanting to talk. It wasn't going anywhere." Somewhere along the line his voice had dropped to a murmur, and he took a step toward her. "And I wasn't going to try to get anywhere. I'd be lying if I said I don't think about you. Like, a lot." He shook his head, rolling his eyes as he looked away. "I'd be thinking to myself 'huh, wonder what Scarlet would do', or what would you say to me. But that wasn't the worst part."
He was closer now, close enough that he was looking down at her, close enough to touch. "It was trying to act normal, when its so much easier to just...not be. And no one let me do that but you." He frowned, thrown by how easily he knew what to say now, no matter how cheesy it sounded. "And when I was alone, it was hard to imagine that anyone fit into my life better than you, but I was so sure that I had messed it up beyond repair." He muttered- and without really planning it (if he had let the thought enter his mind before now, he probably would have stopped himself) he pulled her in, hands on either side of her face as he kissed her.
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Post by SCARLET JOOK-LIANG LANCASTER on Jul 3, 2011 0:55:36 GMT -5
Blinking, SCarlet tugged her towel tighter around herself and stared at him as he openly admitted that she was right about something. He never did that when they were together. He would just grumble and turn away and change the subject. But here he was, actually trying to make things better, with a little scrape on the side of his face. She was doing a number on him today. Punches, toilet brushes. It was just a beat-up-your-ex kind of day. "I could have stabbed your through the windpipe. Then you'd be dead." She spoke calmly when he started to laugh about her choice of weapon. It was true. She could have easily stabbed him. He was lucky she didn't; she liked to keep him around for something pretty to look at. Even if he drove her nuts, and had ignored her for the past 6 weeks... She was in love with him. That was, without a doubt, the biggest problem with her right now. She was still in love with the boy who broke her heart and repeatedly stomped on it whenever he gave her that sad, puppy-dog-eyed look.
Listening to his ramblings about how she was right, and how he still thought about her made her heart flutter slightly. What was he trying to do? She blinked as he stepped closer, and watched his lips move, before blinking and shifting her glance to his eyes. Too close. Way too close. She couldn't even hear him now, because the blood was rushing so hard past her ears. Her eyes went wide, and everything seemed to move in slow motion. His hands took her face gently, and his thumbs smoothed over her cheekbones and singed flesh on her face, before his face got gradually closer, slower by the second. Was he going to kiss her? Oh god. He was going to kiss her. The sinking feeling finally hit an all time low when his lips pressed against hers. For a split second, her hands found his forearm and her fingers slid around his wrist gently, returning the kiss. But then the second was over, and she pushed away, eyes wide.
"Don't." She bit her lip and moved back, staring at him. Now she was just scared of him. She definitely didn't want to be hurt again. Her hands adjusted her towel even tighter once more, before looking down at the puddle of water she was leaving on the tiles. She blinked and wiggled her toes, before looking back up at him. "I ran because..." She paused, smiling weakly and shrugging as tears built up in her eyes. This was so embarrassing. "Because it seems to be what us Lancaster women do best. Run out of people when they need them the most." She wiped her face and sniffed, before laughing awkwardly and looking at her feet. "Seems you'd fit right in with my mum too, then." She sniffed again and tried to keep her face dry. How awful. She felt like a big baby. Scarlet hadn't cried over her mother in a long time, and now he was dragging it all out of her to pile on top of the fact that he left her all on her own, too. He didn't know her as well as he thought, or he would have gotten that she could handle waiting for him, but she just couldn't handle him completely cutting off contact.
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Post by JONATHAN WARNER BRASS on Jul 3, 2011 1:40:10 GMT -5
He felt her hands grasp his wrists, as she kissed him back. His heart seemed to leap forward in his chest, but as he leaned forward more, her grip tightened, and she pushed him back.
He froze, locking eyes with her again, holding his breath as she spoke. The moment was over and his hands dropped away from her as he stepped back. She left because...He narrowed his eyes, preparing for something along the lines of she was done with him, or she was tired of his shit- something that he could easily understand.
"Because it seems to be what us Lancaster women do best. Run out of people when they need them the most."
Jon was taken aback as several things seemed to hit him at once. Tears were just starting to streak down Scarlet's face, and with a gut wrenching twist he started to see what she was talking about. In all the time that they had been together, the 'off-limits' topic had always been Jon's family by his own dubbing. He knew about her father, and what he meant to her, but just like he had overlooked her reaction to him leaving, he had selfishly never looked that far into her past to see what his own behavior toward his family and her must look like. He could blame it on the fact that he thought their relationship was too good to last and would be over before it started, but that wouldn't cut it anymore. He had decide here and now what he was going to do- because this had to be proof enough that he had underestimated what they had. He wasn't getting a free pass either, he knew that. He would have to work to convince her that this was what he wanted more than anything- and he did. He really really did, and he had to choose what was most important- himself, and his past, or making it work, and being the one that someone else depended on.
"Seems you'd fit right in with my mum too, then."
He was already shaking his head, battling with that heavy guilt that had somehow meshed together with every other emotion. "Don't say that..." He mumbled, looking back at her sadly. He wished he had done a lot of things differently- or at least known what he was doing so that he could have fixed them more quickly.
He searched her face as he stepped forward, but didn't kiss her again. "Does it mean anything at all if I say I'm not leaving again?" He wasn't trying to be funny- instead he just looked as if he was thinking hard about something. "I'll stay here for as long as you want. You own me." There was something strained about his look, just throwing ideas around. "And we can talk about everything. Everything you've ever wanted to know, and for me to know." He held out his hands as if the offer lay there. He wanted so badly to wrap her up in his arms and stop her from crying, but she wouldn't want that. He'd have to start with listening first. He wished he had been able to retain some of his more clever speech ideas from before, but they had all deserted him and it showed. He would do whatever she asked right now- he was unusually desperate.
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Post by SCARLET JOOK-LIANG LANCASTER on Jul 3, 2011 22:19:33 GMT -5
Scarlet stared at his quietly as she watched the gears finally start to click in Jon's head. Now he got it; now he understood why she was so upset. Why she hadn't left her room for nearly 3 weeks. He finally understood, and now she felt like shit for even making him feel bad about it. It wasn't entirely his fault. She should have let him know what was going on in her mind... Not that she had much choice. He had walked out on her too quickly. She couldn't even chase after him she had been so shocked by the fight. Her heart sunk when she thought about how much it hurt, and she rubbed her arm awkwardly, holding her towel up with her other hand. He looked sorry enough... She bit her lip and was about to reply to his ramblings, when he said something that made her jaw drop slightly.
"You own me."
It felt like there was a boulder in her throat. What was she supposed to say to that? She didn't want to own him... She just wanted him... Scarlet bit her lip and ran her free hand through her hair, pushing it back away from her face, revealing the scars on the tanned flesh. They didn't look so bad in false light, but outside they were painfully obvious. She needed to take better care of her skin; but she just hadn't had the time since she started running. And to be honest, she didn't care anymore. Who would she be trying to impress? She didn't want to date anyone. Who was she kidding? She wanted Jon more than anything in the world. More than she wanted sex; which was a pretty strong craving, considering she hadn't had sex in a month and a half. Going from three times a day to nothing was horrible. But no. She wanted Jon more than that. Way more.
"I don't want to own you, Jonathan." She looked to the side, sighing softly as she thought of what to say. "I just want to be with you. Without hurting so much." She paused and scratched her arm, looking up to him. "I'm scared you'll hurt me again..." She bit her lip and watched him take his steps closer to her. "I know everything I want to know about you. You just never ask me about myself." She flicked her hair out of her eyes again. "However, you look really sweaty and gross, so please take a shower." She pointed to the bathroom. "Before you stink up my room." She went to the drawer she kept his clothes in and pulled out a pair of boxers and jeans with a t-shirt for him. "Here. Go clean yourself. You smell." She blinked at the look he gave her.
"Honestly, Jonathan? I have your clothes because you never replied to my texts to give them back. Now go." She shoved the clothes into his arms and frowned, pointing to the bathroom. She was half tempted to stay in a towel. But that was just her horny side talking. She pulled out some sleep shorts and a tank top and pulled them on behind a changing screen before sitting down on her bed.
"Here goes nothing..." She whispered to herself.
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Post by JONATHAN WARNER BRASS on Jul 3, 2011 23:01:13 GMT -5
He watched her jaw drop, feeling a brief stab of relief to see that at least what he had said had impacted her. Just not in the way he hoped, apparently.
"I don't want to own you, Jonathan."
He opened his mouth to interrupt her; he was just trying to somehow express that he would do whatever she asked, but as soon as she spoke again, he was as attentive as ever.
"I'm scared you'll hurt me again..."
He frowned, looking away from her. He knew that much already, and still, each time he knew that feeling guilty didn't even begin to pay off his debts- he just had to deal with it. "I'm-"
"I know everything I want to know about you. You just never ask me about myself."
He hesitated, before nodding in agreement, still not looking at her face. He had failed as an important person in her life, and also at the pretty much fundamental guidelines of being a good boyfriend. What sort of illusion had he been living under to think that he had actually become a better person in her presence without any actual effort? He would have readily asked her right away, but apparently he looked and smelled just as gross as he felt. But just because he was aware of it, didn't mean he felt bad casting a glare her way as he took his clothes from her, stalking off to the bathroom. "Thanks," He muttered darkly, before stopping in the doorway. He lost some of his defensiveness as he pointed toward her dorm room door, now just a little embarrassed. "I'll uh- get that fixed..." And with that he shut the door, not wanting to witness her wrath.
It didn't take him long to shower, although he did have to look for soap that wasn't a fruity shower gel. When he walked out in jeans, pulling on the shirt, his hair was still damp but he was feeling considerably refreshed. He glanced over at her sitting on the bed, but didn't join her, instead leaning against the wall again. Where to start? He looked down at his bare feet, arms crossed in front of him, annoyed that he was back to being stalled. He suppressed a sigh- he didn't know what to address first: asking questions, or finding out what exactly she meant when she said she still wanted to be with him.
His dark eyes lifted to her face again, trying to put every other little thought that sparked in his mind when he saw her out of the way, except for her expression. "You said-" He stopped himself, really not wanting to ask about it. She had been clear enough before that she was unhappy, but he wanted to work his way from the start- of where they had left off, and what she wanted him to know. "When I left, was it really that bad for you? I mean-" He scratched at his hair, looking uncomfortable. "I know you've said- but the thing, with your mom, I just never knew. I mean, I knew, but not enough that I even considered that leaving would be so much more than a break up." He was shaking his head again. "You're right there again- I guess I really didn't know you, if I thought you'd just get over it." That was a big deal right there- he'd underestimated how much she felt about him, and honestly, if nagging memories and a painful yearning was any indication, he had underestimated how much she had meant as well.
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Post by SCARLET JOOK-LIANG LANCASTER on Jul 3, 2011 23:54:59 GMT -5
Watching him come out of the bathroom tugging a shirt down over those hipbones of his... Not the best thing for her to do right now. Scarlet bit her lip and watched the skin disappear underneath the t-shirt, and cursed the thought of even handing him one. Even though if she hadn't she'd probably be too distracted by the exposed bits to really care what they were talking about. She needed to focus on him if they were going to make this work. Though sober sex for once would have been nice. She bit her lip again. This thought process needed to stop.
Slowly, she flopped back onto the bed and looked at the ceiling as he spoke, taking in the words her was trying to get out. He thought he was nervous? This was the hardest thing she had ever had to do, other than bury her pet goldfish in the yard when she was six, only to have it dug up by the neighbours cat a day later. Poor little Sir Poop. Such a valiant goldfish. Survived 7 whole weeks in a broken household. It was something to be proud of, really. Considering her mother forgot to feed the poor fish half the time. Scarlet learned how to take care of herself-and her fish-at a young age. That's just how things went in that house.
After listening to what he had to ask, she pushed herself up and watched him, propped up on her elbows as he stood awkwardly, so far away. She just wanted him to crawl into bed with her and hold her like he used to. Not stand what seemed like a galaxy away, staring her down as if she had some sort of disease. Like he was just as afraid to be near her as she was afraid to let him back into her life. It would be alright someday, though. She wanted to make it work. It had to work out, because she couldn't stand losing him again. Now that she had him back, she needed him around. It was just that simple.
"I was a wreck." She answered honestly, shrugging slightly. It didn't seem like that big of a deal. She loved him. It was a common reaction. Though this time around, it had been a lot harder than losing her mother, because she understood why. Sighing softly, she ran her hand through her hair and laughed a bit dryly, looking up at him with sad eyes. He really had no idea, did he? "You really have no idea how much you mean to me, do you?" She let out another laugh and slid her legs over the side of the bed, putting her hands between her knees, and hunching over slightly. How should she put this?
"Jonathan," Starting slowly, she rubbed at her face as her elbow rested on her knees, holding her cheeks and patting them. "I'm not exactly sure how to tell you this, but, uh..." She shrugged and looking up at him, hands still holding her head up. "I'm in love with you. Have been for a while. And losing you, was like cutting off an arm. It hurt. It hurt a-fucking-lot." She nodded firmly and rubbed at her forehead, before laughing softly. "And I don't know why, because gods forbid I get over you, but..." She paused and shrugged, clapping her hands together as she leaned forward over herself and looked up at him, arms limp hanging over her knees.
"I still love you. With all the million pieces of my heart." She nodded and blinked slowly before looking up at him. "That's what's up with me."
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Post by JONATHAN WARNER BRASS on Jul 4, 2011 1:05:31 GMT -5
She was moving so slowly to him, and he found it hard to simply stand against the wall. But he did it, keeping very still as he watched her.
"You really have no idea how much you mean to me, do you?"
He winced as she laughed, smiling uncertainly back at her. He really didn't, but it had nothing to do with how she expressed herself- he was just too eager to take all of the bad away from the whole experience. It was essentially the same as his family; pushing them away until he was satisfied. How did it work out then, that he was being both selfish and selfless? He put his own actions first, without considering Scarlet's heart, but he stopped himself from indulging because he didn't think he was worth it. Where was the middle ground? Maybe...He sighed softly to himself, hands balled up into fists. Maybe he had to abandon the whole 'sorting out priorities' and replace it with a single thing that could tie him down.
"I'm not exactly sure how to tell you this, but, uh...I'm in love with you. Have been for a while. And losing you, was like cutting off an arm. It hurt. It hurt a-fucking-lot."
He tilted his head slightly, swallowing hard. "I never meant- I guess I left thinking that maybe things would stay the same, but it was...unfair of me to assume that." He smirked, pushing himself away from the wall while she continued to explain. Admitting that there was still something-no, everything- there, even if it made her miserable.
He wasn't really sure what he was doing, but he slowly sat next to her, close enough that he could feel the heat of her beside him. "I made a lot of promises today..." He began, turning and slowly taking her hands in both of his. "But even if you don't listen to the others, listen to this. I promise I won't walk out, because I can't, because you are the only thing that has ever meant this much to me. There's nothing else left, but even if there was, I'd still choose you." If he had to choose between the chance to return to a happy family, or to get her back...he'd choose Scarlet- because the past was the past, and he didn't even care to look into the future. She was the present, and beyond that, he could really care less except to think that she was all of the company he needed.
He dropped her hands, moving one hand to gently rest against her neck, the other cradling the scarred side of her face. "I'm not asking you to forget everything- you have every right to still be pissed." It was nothing more than a murmur, poised as he was inches away from her, thoughts muddled. The kiss earlier was...like a small taste, something to tide him over until he could hold her again, which seemed to be exactly what he was getting. He wanted to pause, and wait for her to push him away or not to be sure, but he couldn't help himself.
He breathed her in, pressing his mouth to hers, pushing her back against the pillows of her bed, hands moving from her face to her shoulders and down. "I love you," He told her breathlessly, leaning away for a moment. "You don't even have to forgive me- just let me stick around to make up for what I put you through." He grinned then, brushing her hair away from her face, but actually giving her a chance to respond instead of taking the obvious route- see, he could be a patient listener, if he tried really really hard.
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Post by SCARLET JOOK-LIANG LANCASTER on Jul 4, 2011 19:43:39 GMT -5
Scarlet blinked as she found herself pressed against her pillows, staring up at him. His promises seemed pretty sincere, but this last one, it was a dealbreaker. How could she say no? He was looming over her quietly, waiting for a response, but no words would come out. She wanted to say yes, and talk some more, but her body was telling her to show him how much she wanted to actually try this time. Her heart nearly stopped when she heard him say the last part, though.
"I love you."
Scarlet was done for. Biting her lip and blinking up at him, she slid her fingers up his shirt and tugged it off rather easily. He obviously hadn't gotten any while he was gone, either. She tossed the shirt to the side and touched his jaw, before kissing him softly. "Okay." She replied quietly, looking down shyly. It was like they were starting all over, only this time she was even more delicate than before, if that was even possible for her. So now she was shy, hurt, and horny. What a great combination for a girl with a boy in her room to be. After taking a few shaky breaths, she nodded slowly and took his face in her hands.
"I'll keep you around for a bit." She mumbled softly, kissing him back like she should have the first time he kissed her. She wrapped her legs around his waist easily and let one hand slide back into his hair. "You can stay here for the night if you want... Or do you have to work?" She bit her lip and stared up at him anxiously. He could always stay until she fell asleep... It didn't take too long when he was around. He was warm enough that he heated up the entire bed, and left some heat when he crawled back out to sleep at his own dormitory. "At least stay until I fall asleep." She mumbled quietly, running her finger along his jawbone. They could talk later... Tomorrow would be better. When she wasn't without underwear on. Right now, she needed some quiet time with him, and his body.
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