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Post by BRETT ASHTON FISCHER on Jan 12, 2011 14:51:24 GMT -5
 being blind had its ups, occasionally. it certainly did make sex even more enjoyable, though takes away the feeling of waking up to hazy mornings and your girlfriend's face. brett woke up around the same time mia did, and he could tell that she was also awake - her irregular breathing and shifting was a pretty big clue. they were, somehow, laying on the carpet - the last time he'd checked, they were on the bed. obviously the night before had gotten a bit out of hand. it had sort of taught him to shut up and stop babying her, which was something mia told him all the time; brett was just naturally one of those sort of people who cared too much. to an extent where it got annoying. they laid there for a while, slight goose-bumps rising on his skin because she was so cold. he was perfectly fine with it, however, and had easily gotten used to it after the months they'd been together. she shifted in his arms and groaned, making him about to spit out the "are you okay?" words though stopped himself. he shifted too, then understood why - he ached and the rug-burn was terribly uncomfortable, making him flinch as he squinted open his murky blue eyes. "brett...time to wake up," she whispered. getting up and actually moving seemed like a really bad idea at the moment, and he laughed breathlessly at the throbbing. "i knew it'd hurt in the morning, but not this much." brett mumbled, closing his eyes. he thought about how they'd forgotten to use a condom and started to worry about the consequences; he made sure not to let it show on his face or voice. "we should probably get up, no matter how much i really don't want to. how late is it, anyway?" for some reason, he felt as though it was like eleven or something.
OUTFIT nothin' >.>
MUSIC in transit - albert hammond jr.
COMMENTS ...won't even comment on how late and short this is.
CREDIT to me, evylen, and to 'i can't win' by the strokes.
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Post by EUPHYMIA ISMENE DIMITROULA on Jan 16, 2011 3:03:58 GMT -5
With a soft moan, Mia rolled off of him and looked around for their clothes, handing them over to him once she located all the articles around the room. When she noticed that they were stained with... Something that definitely needed to be washed; she took them back and went to the drawer she still had for him, pulling out fresh clothes and handing them over. Once all that was situated, she brushed her hands over herself, inspecting the damage. At some point, Brett had bitten her, because she had a scab forming over a little mark on her shoulder. She blushed and ran her fingers through her hair, grinning a bit. She liked rough sex; she liked it a lot. Especially with someone as reserved and sweet as Brett. She wouldn't have expected it, but... Whatever. Maybe it was a weird thing to bring up, but... She'd definitely have to ask if they could go insane again. It was just too sexy to pass up.
Tugging on a shirt and brushing her hair into place, she moved quickly to grab new pants, and underwear, pulling it all on. She didn't bother wearing a bra. Besides, it wasn't like Brett didn't enjoy copping a feel; she knew that much now. In fact, by the looks of all the hickies and red marks... He rather enjoyed her bare chest. She giggled a bit at the thought and itched at her back, careful to avoid the carpet burn spots.
"C'mon, love." She reached out to his face when he stood, tugging it down easily to her own. "I love you so much, Brett. I'm sorry for disappearing for a while. I'm so sorry I made you worry." She kissed him over and over before wrapping her arms tightly around his torso. "I love you." She repeated quietly, closing her eyes.
In this exact moment, she could probably imagine him whipping out an engagement ring. It was a long shot, but it was totally Brett. Her Brett. He was all hers, and she couldn't get enough of him. Even if they had lost their first baby... They could always have another. They had all the time in the world to make hundreds of babies. And they would be just as fantastically amazing as Brett, because that's how she would raise them. It wasn't like she didn't have the money for it, either.
Although she didn't want bother to worry him about the fact that they didn't use contraceptives. She didn't even know if she could get pregnant again that fast... It seemed improbable, but... still.
"I don't want to freak you out or anything... But... Did we use anything last night?" She blinked. It would definitely explain the stains if they hadn't...
tags: EVYLEN OHMAIGAWD.
notes: Ugh. This post sucks. I'm sorry. :<
outfit: Hard to say,
words: stfu. you get what i give. <3
credits: memememe.
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Post by BRETT ASHTON FISCHER on Jan 17, 2011 17:49:50 GMT -5
mia rolled off of him and stood up, then began to roam around the room in search of their clothes. brett did the same, flinching once or twice as he pulled himself up with help from the bedpost. fuck. rough sex was quite great at the moment, though the aftermath was terrible. she handed him his clothes, though a few moments later took them back - brett could easily imagine them torn at the seams and more than likely stained. he quickly erased the image of their attire from his head and instead focused on the sound of her pulling on drawers. usually, he would of gotten his own clothes because by then he had remembered where they were located - he was just a bit out of it, and completely blanked. once she handed the fresh set of clothes to him brett snapped back and instantly felt bad for not doing it himself; he said a slightly sheepish "thanks" and pulled on his boxers. usually he wouldn't worry too about it, though wanted some protection from the denim of his jeans. he noticed there were fine scraps on both sides of his hip area, more than likely from mia's nails. brett breathlessly chuckled and continued with pulling on his pants. fastening the button, he was about to pull over his shirt though stopped once he realized mia had walked over. she pulled his head down to hers and simply showered him with soft kisses, though interrupted it with words. "i love you so much, brett. i'm sorry for disappearing for a while. i'm so sorry i made you worry. i love you." the mimic really was crazy for the girl. she was everything he could of asked for and then some. he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his lips to the soft space above her ear, eyes closed as he embraced her. "i love you too, mia, beyond anyone i ever have and ever will. you have no idea how much it hurt me to be without you." he mumbled. they stood there for awhile before they detached enough for brett to have shirt-putting-on room. "i don't want to freak you out or anything... but... did we use anything last night?" mia questioned. chuckling without much humor, he spoke as he pulled on the t-shirt. "believe me, the last thing i was thinking about last night was running to the bathroom to get a condom." he responded. that was usually the issue; they almost always had surprise sex, so neither of them wanted to run off and get protection. hence surprise pregnancy. he almost suggested that she be on the pill, though that would mean no chance for an accidental birth; yeah, the night before he'd been going on about waiting until graduation for babies, though that didn't mean he didn't want one. but he kept on forgetting to keep a condom in his pocket, which would also work. sighing, he glanced in the general direction of the door. "to the living room we go?" he suggested.
OUTFIT jeans 'n t-shirt.
MUSIC julian casablancas.
COMMENTS alksjdbklsgbfjd
CREDIT to me, evylen, and to 'i can't win' by the strokes.
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