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Post by jwb on Jan 22, 2011 22:36:24 GMT -5
He nodded, grinning again. "Well, I wasn't going to say anything, but that's exactly why." He looked over appreciatively, brows raised, but she had already darted away back to the bathroom. Returning with a damp cloth, he took it from her, scrubbing at his arm until there was no reminder of the blood, swiping the cloth quickly across his mouth in case he had missed something.
As Scarlet settled next to him again, he had a hard time missing the way she winced as she moved, and even more apparent were the constant tremors shaking her as she curled up by his side. He smiled when she brought up the dance again, though he looked far more attentive than before, sharpened gaze watching her every move. "I don't really know. I mean, your fashion sense is probably a lot better than mine. But..." Now all cleaned up, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her gently toward him so that they were snuggled close. He tilted his head, lips brushing her forehead as he smoothed away her dark hair. Descending slowly down the side of her face, tracing a line of soft kisses down her neck, he reached her collarbone, grinning to himself. "...as appealing as that sounds, it loses some of it's draw, considering the fact that every other guy would get to be as lucky as me." He laughed softly then, breath warming her neck as he resumed his path back to her mouth. Hovering just above her lips, he held on to her gently, a smile still present, though his eyes were narrowed as he stared at her, withholding a final kiss. "What's wrong?" He murmured, none of the playfulness from before entering into his voice despite the concerned smile that was slowly faltering. "You're shivering." He was pointing out the obvious, but she wasn't exactly opening up about it. Something seemed to register with him, and he blinked, now frowning down at her, brushing back her hair from the scarred part of her face. He had almost forgotten, from earlier, how he had noticed the change in the injury. "You haven't been getting treated, have you?" For a guy who had nearly passed out a moment ago from not taking meds, he sounded quite accusatory.
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Post by rhia9 on Jan 22, 2011 23:18:06 GMT -5
Scarlet tried to follow his thought track as he progressed down and up her neck and along her collarbone, before returning. But he wouldn't kiss her. He just hovered there, torturing her. She pouted a bit and stared up at him. Somehow her fingers had found his hair and chest, and she had already wrapped one leg around one of his own. Jesus, the things that boy could get her to do.
Then he dropped the bomb. Her face. And her shivering. The bomb was mostly about her face. She had been horribly insecure until he had told her over and over that it didn't look at all that bad. She was still Scarlet to him. But now even he was noticing it. It didn't hurt or anything, it was just a burn that needed it's proper moisture to heal completely. Or, what the doctors considered completely.
Sitting up slightly, propping herself up on her elbows, she blinked. "First off. This body is for your eyes only. I expect the same from you." She poked his chest, as a warning, before taking in a deep breath. "Secondly, I'm shivering because I'm stupid, and couldn't find my shoes to run in the snow, so I went barefoot. It's a little chilly out." She laughed quietly and brought her fingers to her face, touching the scars, her laughing smile soon turning into a horrified grimace.
"Thirdly..." She ran her fingers over the scars and frowned more, eyebrows creasing downwards towards her eyes. "Does it look fucking hideous?" She bit her lip and brushed her bangs back over her face. "I forgot to moisturize this week because of midterm studying. I didn't think it was that noticeable..." She looked like she was about to cry.
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Post by jwb on Jan 22, 2011 23:51:19 GMT -5
He frowned as she poked him in the chest, running down her list of answers, smiling despite himself as she insisted that he do the same for her. He nodded in agreement, before rolling his eyes, hearing the cause of her shivering. "That was dumb-" He snapped his mouth shut as she continued, pursing his lips as he waited. As horror crossed her face, he couldn't help a short laugh escaping him at the misunderstanding.
He sat up, quickly taking her face in his hands, back curving as he bent until they were eye to eye. "No, that's not what I meant at all," He shook his head fervently, smiling encouragingly. "It's barely noticeable. I was just worried." He chuckled again, trying to convince her that it wasn't that bad. It really was looking alright, but after spending so much time around her, he was beginning to pick up on the small things. "I know what it's like to think it'll never get better." He shrugged, wondering if that sounded too much like what someone would say for self-help. He meant his own scars, ones that he had fretted over and picked at as a child, until they were as horrible as they were today. Granted, he knew Scarlet's face was a much more prized part of her body than his back, but the advice still applied. If it meant so much to her, then it was best to treat her burns as much as she could.
He waited, looking for some sign that he had made an impact, or soothed her fears. He pushed away the hair that she tried to brush in front of her face, rolling over with her, crooking one hand against her chin. "Promise." He grinned, lowering himself to just barely brush his lips across her own, a teaser before he bent to give her that long-awaited kiss.
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Post by rhia9 on Jan 23, 2011 0:21:14 GMT -5
Scarlet sighed softly against his lips and closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around his torso gently. Why the hell did he always know what to say? She smiled a bit into the kiss and leaned away, shrugging. "I just figured that if you didn't care, then it was okay, because I don't really give a shit what anyone else says about them." She murmured, letting her eyes stray away from his, looking to her sheets, before back up at him, pressing a little kiss to his lips. "Your promises mean a lot, you know?" She laughed softly and drooped down to the bed again, letting her head rest back into the pillows. He was really sweet when he wanted to be. He probably even had the potential to be a downright romantic.
With a small grin, she gripped at his arm and tugged him down, staring up at him as he landed between her thighs. "Pfft. I'm stupid? Who's the one who forgot to take his medication, hmm?" She flicked his forehead gently before kissing the spot she had flicked. "We're even in terms of stupidity. I'm glad you're feeling better." She tugged him as close as he could get and closed her eyes. "Stay there like that for a little while, and I'll be warm enough for comfort in no time." She mumbled, resting her face into his shoulder, breathing in the nice smell of whatever deodorant he had nearly sweat through.
"For someone who just finished being on the verge of paralysis, you smell pretty damn fantastic." She mumbled, sniffing at his shoulders. "Did you find your deodorant while I was gone?" She opened her eyes to glance lazily around the room. "Or do you just naturally smell the way I'd want you to smell if I wanted a round two?" She burst out laughing. Something about the way he smelled after physical activity.
It wasn't like a gross underarm smell, but a sweet smell. Pheromones? She shrugged. It was close to valentine's... He also looked sexy sweaty. The glistening skin on his back where lighter skin weaved through natural patches of non-scarred skin that was so soft, as opposed to the slightly rougher patches of scars that she always traced along whenever he had his shirt off. At first he was reluctant to even let her see them, but as the months progress, she was openly able to look and tell him how attractive he was. Not just on the outside, but the inside too. He was a brave fucker. And she loved him. She wasn't sure it it was a good thing or a bad thing yet, but she did love him none-the-less.
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Post by jwb on Jan 23, 2011 2:12:53 GMT -5
He grinned as she tugged him down on top of her. He wasn't really following her train of thought as she jumped from one subject to the next, flopped across her body and loving it. She clung to him, drawing him closer, relaxing against his shoulder.
Rolling to the side so that her wasn't crushing her, he held her as close as he could, pulling the blankets around her narrow shoulders, laughing along with her. What the hell was she talking about anyways? Something about deodorant and round two and bring paralyzed.
He hitched her legs around his hips until they were pressed against one another, his arms around her shoulders and waist, inches away from one another. He made no reply, except to close the distance between them, breathing in her equally sweet scent.
There was something different in the way he moved against her, mouth no longer rough as he sought to drink her in, softly and slowly kissing her as if he would never tire of having her in his grasp. He unwrapped one of his arms from around her, propping one hand against the mattress as he leaned over her, sighing quietly, opening softened eyes to gaze down at her with a look of slight surprise. His forehead creased, brows darting down as the corners of his mouth twitched up. "You saved my life." He pointed out in a murmur, as if only now noticing the depth of feeling that lived within him as he truly grasped that fact. Maybe it was the near death experience talking, but he was feeling immensely lucky to have her, overwhelmed by the sudden desire to tell her something very important. He stared down, torn between a glower of concentration and a grin of bliss, trying to decide what to say first. Huh. Guess she wasn't the only one acting weird.
He looked away for a moment, a lopsided smile cracking over his features, before he tilted his face back toward her. "And I love you for it, Scar." Somewhere he was aware of what that simple sentence would do to her, or he so he hoped. It was like happiness and serenity buzzed throughout his whole body, but despite all of that, he soon leaned away, sitting back up further away from her.
He was still smiling, but he broke away from her gaze once more, studying his hands as he wavered over the rest, his good mood taking a turn for the worse. "But..." He sighed, running a hand slowly through his hair. "It's already the new year. And soon I won't be here anymore." He glanced up, looking defeated. He didn't even understand why he felt compelled to bring this up now. Their relationship was just moving forward, they had months to go together before he graduated. Yet...
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Post by rhia9 on Jan 23, 2011 3:06:07 GMT -5
Scarlet blinked at him as he spoke, his face contorting into a multitude of emotions. He was apparently grateful that she had saved him, considering that he kept getting all snuggly and excited. He was being weird. But she decided that she liked the weirdness, and continued to let him fish for words as he tried to express how happy he was about her. She laughed a bit and propped herself of on one elbow as she watched his mouth form three little words, sandwiches in between two other words that didn't really matter.
Had he really just told her he loved her? Her mouth fell open and she watched him, eyes bright as he continued on with his little word vomit of stuff he needed to get off his chest. The second part didn't make her smile. In fact, she lost the smile and stared at him blankly, blinking slowly as he spoke about the school year almost being over, and having to leave the school, and all that crap. She bit her lip. She didn't want to think about stuff like that... It was still a while away. And he was coming to see her for the summer, right? She watched him as he toyed with his hair before taking his hands in her own and kissing the face of his right hand. Half of her wanted to scream. "let's just get married!" as a joke, but something this serious required nothing but care and nurturing.
Jonathan was obviously pained by the fact he'd have to leave. They had just found each other this year. Which made it such even more, because if they had known each other longer, rushing into a long-term relationship would have definitely been easier to pull off. Now she was contemplating going with her rational side, or the inside side that was screaming "who the fuck cares?" in her head as she stared at him with her same, unfaltering and loving smile. She didn't care. She really didn't. There was nothing that would keep her from claiming him in the end. That was just how it was going to roll. Jonathan was her man. Like hell she would give him up just because of some stupid distance problem.
Instead, she leaned forward and kissed his lips softly, before pulling away just a little bit. "So?" She said simply, smiling a bit weaker. Her voice was already failing her perfectly fine inner confidence. She gathered it all up again and spoke clearer this time, holding his hands to her heart. "You just poured your heart and soul out to me, and then brought up that?" she laughed softly and pressed his hand harder over her heart. "Feel that? It only beats this fast when you're around, and it always will." She let go of his hand and took his face, kissing him hard. "Like I'd let you go that easily." She laughed softly and shook her head. "I don't even care if you live halfway across the world 6 months by now. I'll still love you." she paused, then blinked. "But please don't live that far away. Plane tickets are expensive." She looked at him hopefully.
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Post by jwb on Jan 24, 2011 21:47:19 GMT -5
Scarlet looked pleased at first, but as her smile began to falter, Jon shifted uncomfortably, looking up whenever she looked away. He wasn't expecting her to lean toward him, and sat like a rock, warily waiting for some kind of unfavorable reaction.
"You just poured your heart and soul out to me, and then brought up that?"
His mouth twisted to the side, brows snapping down. Now that sounded a bit dramatic- heart and soul. He continued to frown as she gently took his hand, holding it to her heart, insisting that she would always feel the same about him. He stared back bleakly, wondering if he was being too pessimistic. He couldn't remember the last time he'd heard of a relationship standing the test of time, or even distance. Least of all the romantic delusions of a couple of teens.
And as much as it soothed him, and lightened his heart to hear the sort of effect he had on her, he couldn't help the doubt that still resonated in his mind. Yes, she loved him now, and he her, but the worst part was knowing that it may never last. He'd been alone too long, as if a wall stood between him and everything else, and when that wall came down, there was only Scarlet. But what if she went away? What if he went away, and all those feelings changed? He couldn't be accountable for some catastrophe to part them one day down the road.
"Who knows, maybe I'll never leave Seattle." He sighed, running his free hand through his hair again, smiling slightly. "Get a job. That way you won't have to introduce me to your dad as your unemployed, homeless boyfriend." He laughed quietly for her benefit, shifting on to morose thoughts of how the summer would turn out. Really, where was he going to go? He was trying to avoid sounding insecure at all costs, but failing miserably. He just couldn't win. Anger seared through him when he considered Scarlet replacing him with a new guy, but it wasn't as if he'd stand in her way if that happened. That just wasn't his way. He'd fade back into obscurity, and move on, just as he always did.
{Blah. Just something about this post -_-...}
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Post by rhia9 on Jan 25, 2011 11:31:13 GMT -5
Jonathan didn't looked too convinced, but she just laughed at him and patted his cheek. "You worry too much, hon." She got up off the bed and went to her dresser, pulling out clean clothes. She didn't really even bother leaving the room, just changed there quickly, into clothes that weren't covered in sweat from running around the grounds, and put on an extra-thick pair of socks to keep her freezing toes warm. There wasn't much else she could do for herself other than keep her feet as warm as she could right now.
Humming and walking back over to the bed, she flopped down on her butt and grinned at him, quirking an eyebrow. "I doubt he cares if you have a job right away or not, Jonathan." She rolled her eyes and leaned over, kissing him softly on the lips. "He just cares that I'm happy for once." She chuckled and pressed a hand to his chest, sighing contently, before laughing again. She did feel really happy. Most thoughts were making her burst out into laughs.
"We missed first two classes. Want to grab some lunch, before we have to head back?" She tilted her head and blinked, before grinning. "We could sneak into the kitchens and I'll actually cook you something, since you totally got jealous that I made cookies for Mr. Mac." She poked his chest and smirked cutely. When she tilted her head, the light refracted off her iris and made the colour swirl slightly inside it's constricted little area.
"What do you say? Will you let me treat you to a delicious lunch?" She blinked, watching him closely. She was already planning out the entire lunch. Stir fry, dumplings... She made a lot of Asian food. She laughed in her head at the thought because, well, she was Asian. She grinned and tucked a knee up to her chest. Her hand had found it's way to his, and slipped into that little nook where it fit just-right.
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