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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 16, 2010 20:30:14 GMT
She sat in the car, putting her hands together in her lap, smiling to herself. "I am kind of tired...." she admitted, feeling her eyelids getting heavier. She looked back up to Brendan, drowning in his smiles. "But... I mean, I don't want to-" she closed her eyes, getting caught into her words.
"Would you like to come with?" she asked, her words sharp and high pitched, as she quickly spoke. "I mean... I don't mean neccessarily... you know." she corrected quickly. "Just... I think I'll be lonely without you."
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 16, 2010 20:54:51 GMT
Brendan laughed a bit, hobbling on the crutches. He made it to the passeger side of the car, waiting for Diane to get out and lead the way. Once she was out and ahead of him, he followed her, slowly but surely. People made these things look easy. And they sure werent. He followed her to her room, standing in the door akwardly. It was a dorm, but he still hadnt been in a girls room before.
"Do I-...?" He bit his lip, seeming very akward. "I feel kinda idiotic just... leaning here."
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 16, 2010 21:12:43 GMT
She smiled sympathetically as she hurried to open the door, fumbling around with her keys to try and get in. She opened the door wide, looking around herself for a quick moment before remembering that Brendan was still waiting at the doorway. "Yeah, just come on..." she said, going to his side and taking his crutch away from him, letting him rest against her instead as he drew him through the room and to sit on her bed. It was, luckily, the closest to the door.
Not that it mattered all too much which bed she chose. The room was quaint but spacious, three beds standing at regular intervals with a side counter next to each one. Only Diane's had anything on it, the book that Braxton had bought her lying with a bright bookmark half way through. Diane's bed also seemed to be the only one that looked lived in; the other two had been carefully made to perfection. Other than Diane's third of the room, the entire place looked cold and empty. It was really no wonder that she disliked being alone inside.
It was clear that Diane had tried to spread out her things across the room, from the xbox still plugged into the tv on the far side of the room, to the book sitting on the windowsill, attempting to reclaim it all as her own, but her efforts hadn't worked so well. "So... this is my room." she said, looking around herself, thankful that she had cleaned it - vaguely - in case something like this happened.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 16, 2010 21:21:39 GMT
Brendan laughed. "Its much better than mine. I have guitar picks throw askew." He laid back, unbuttoning one of his buttons because it was bothering him. He wondered what he would do. He could always fall asleep or something. He felt akward in her bed and limped his way to one of the others, laying down on it. He felt like he was invading her personal space. He turned over, his hand tucked behind his head.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 16, 2010 21:38:49 GMT
She smiled watching him, tempted to ask him to not move to that bed but stopping herself. After all it was just an empty bed now, she told herself. "Yeah, you should have seen it before I tidied. It was a pigsty," she said, smiling to herself as she used the word that her mother had always used to describe her room at home.
She moved over to the cushion on her bed, scrambling under it as she found her pyjamas, looking over to Brendan. "Hey, I'm just going to get changed. Feel free to use the Tv or Xbox..." she said, "Ipod speakers are over there," she said pointing over to the far side. It was unusual for a room in FMS to have so many pieces of technology, when there were so many spells that did the same things, or much more interesting things. Diane had always adored non-magic, however, feeling a constant struggle to find how everything worked and feeling a little uneasy at the answer 'magic'. "Or, you know, you can sleep." she said, with a shrug and a nervous smile as she ducked away into her en suite bathroom, clutching her clothes closely.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 16, 2010 21:45:55 GMT
Brendan sighed, wishing he could change. Then again, he owned no pajamas. He usually laid around in his boxers. He turned over, facing the wall as he pulled off his shirt, becoming extremely hot. He tossed it onto the ground, not caring where it landed. It was stained with blood and ruined now. He ran his hand through his hair then curled up, pulling his knees to his chest. Not exactly how he expected to spend the night. He had expected to be between the sheets with Diane, naked or not. Even if they were just sleeping. But somehow that didnt appeal to him. He felt the sudden urge to just leave while she was out, claim he was never there and that she was imagining things. But he knew it was wrong. He punched the pillow, angry at it for no apparent reason.
"Worthless pillow." He mumbled, closing his eyes and biting down on his lip.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 16, 2010 21:53:19 GMT
She jumped into the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror, posing and scrunching up her hair, trying to make herself confident enough to step back out of there. Her mind ran through the entire evening, the good parts and the bad, wondering vaguely if this was the best or worst date she'd ever been on.
She dressed, frantically wondering whether to keep her bra on or not. Would it be strange to keep it on? Would it be suggestive to take it off? She finally decided on keeping it on, mostly for the sake of her sanity.
She stepped out, now donned in shorts and a small matching strap top, both pink with fluffy animals on them. Not exactly sexy, but small enough to still be interesting. "Hey...." she said softly, taking a step forwards and trying to calm her heartbeats as she saw him topless, climbing onto her bed and kneeling on the soft material. "Thanks for... being here for me." she said softly, desperately wanting him to come over to her bed, and to feel his bare chest against her body.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 16, 2010 22:01:37 GMT
Brendan looked at her, a bit intruiged at her choice of pajamas.
"Youre welcome.." He said, debating whether he should or shouldnt crawl into bed with her. He knew she wasnt up for anything and him going over there would just get him riled up and ready for nothing, since she was wearing practically nothing. So he decided to stay there, where he was. He sighed, pulling the pillow over his head. He needed a shower. He felt like crap. And he was in the worst pain of his life now that the painkiller was wearing off. But he decided it was the best date of his life, only because it was with Diane. He sighed again and laid on his stomach, then rolled over to his back, bending his knee. He looked up at the ceiling, his arms tucked behind his head.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 16, 2010 22:08:25 GMT
She wandered over to his side of the bed, leaning on the side and stroking back his hair, looking down at him with a smile, just as she had when he was strapped to the IV. "hey...." she said softly, sliding her legs up onto the bed. "You need some painkillers? I've got some heavy duty ones kicking around..." she said, seeing slight hints at pain in him.
She shifted moved closer and resting her weight on her arms, each one on an opposite side of Brendan as she looked down at him, leaning forwards and pressing a deep kiss onto his lips, resting her body against his bare chest, feeling herself coming dangerously close to losing control, a fire burning inside of her.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 16, 2010 22:18:45 GMT
"No. Im good.." He said with a cringe, moving closer to her. He reached over to her and ran a hand through her hair. He gazed into her eyes, lost in her.
Brendan put his hand on the small of her back, deepening the kiss as he ran his tounge across her bottom lip. He kept his hand where it was, knowing he was getting a kiss and nothing more. And he was fine with that. He rubbed her back gently, pressing his body to hers.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 16, 2010 22:24:10 GMT
She moved closer, resting completely onto him as she continued to kiss him. She pulled back a little, but only to kiss again, their lips dancing as they pressed close and traced back teasingly, her breaths long and deep but not because she didn't have enough air. She moved her hand over to him, running her fingertips across the contours of his face as she looked, her eyes half closed as she watched him, smiling. "I can't believe I have you, Brendan..." she said, before lunging forwards again to passionately kiss him, his tongue joining in the strange dance.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 16, 2010 22:30:44 GMT
"Youll have me as long as you want me, baby.." He said, drawing her in close to deepen the kiss. His tongue touched hers gently, setting his body on fire with a new found lust. She was like candy, like drugs: once you started, you just couldnt stop til you had enough. His hands wanted to wander about her body, his hips to rock against hers.
He leaned down, kissing her shoulder, then her neck. He kissed her gently, as if she were made of porcelain and he was afraid to break her. His lips found hers again, his tounge pressing against her lips, silently pleadind to let him in. His hands gripped her shirt, clung to her. He had her here in his arms and he was so afraid to loose her.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 16, 2010 22:38:52 GMT
She closed her eyes softly, suppressing a moan that was so close to her lips. She knew that she was tired, and afraid of hurting Brendan's new injury, but she couldn't help herself. Her lips spread apart as she pressed against his, his tongue pressing against hers as she slid her hand around to his back. She knew that she would have to make a move, to somehow show him that this was what she wanted, though try as she might she found herself powerless, unable to break the kissing even if it meant moving onto something far sweeter.
Her heart was racing uncontrollably, feeling like it would burst as she swung around to her back, subtly keeping his lips on hers so that he was now on top, the one that was meant to be in charge. "Brendan..." she gasped, pressing her head into the pillow as she looked up at him, her eyes bright and mischievous, biting her bottom lip seductively, nodding her head to any thoughts and ideas in his mind, silently give the 'ok'.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 16, 2010 22:47:53 GMT
Brendan looked up at her, her beauty shocking him once more. He pushed her onto her back, his pants suddenly becoming too tight to bare. He cringed a bit, tugging the leg of his pants down. He couldnt imagine getting turned on in a tux would hurt so bad.
"Diane.. Are you sure?" He asked, scanning her face for any sign of regret. He kissed her gently.
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Post by Diane McLain on Jan 16, 2010 22:53:32 GMT
She smiled, blushing a little, a ruby tint to her cheeks that refused to disappear even after. She nodded again, feeling her body shiver under him. She was afraid, anxious, but the adrenaline and hormones were rushing through her body so rapidly that they only seemed to make the moment more passionate. She held onto the bottom of her top, crossing her arms as it slipped from her body, leaving her in just her black bra, looking up with eyes silently begging him. "I'm ready," she said, her voice strangely clear as she pressed up to kiss him.
-fini?-
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