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as you \\SHIVER// - [Charity] Aug 20, 2012 14:18:59 GMT -5

Post by laphae8ash on Aug 20, 2012 14:18:59 GMT -5

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talking
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She couldn't help the stray tears that rolled down her cheeks as he rolled on top of her with a growl, and at first he didn't notice them, kissing her neck and lips. Yet as the words spilled out about her past he saw that it wasn't funny and that it did hurt her and his fingers trailed her hair back, allowing him the space to kiss her from the top of her head to her mouth. Comforting kisses, not rushed and heated, but soft and...romantic. It seemed like he actually cared

The concept was so alien to her, that someone would want her to stay in bed, to listen to what she had to say, instead of her rushing off to find something else to dull her emotions. She wanted this. Wanted him. As his thumb slipped over her cheeks, pushing away the tears she let herself breathe in the fact that she was falling for him. One day, with kind words, gentle caresses, and softnesses that she had never imagined, was enough to push into the walls of her heart that her 14 year old body didn't understand.

His face lifted from hers as he grinned, “I dunno about handsome…but you don’t need nobody to tell you yer beautiful. You just are. Don’t matter what I or anyone else around here says. Yer beautiful, Ms. Swallow-Anne.” She swallowed hard as her heart melted even more. "But...but...Nokota, you are handsome. She sputtered trying to find the words. "You're handsome and nice and smart and all these things most boys ain't. I don't know anyone like that. Ain't know anyone who'd call me beautiful an mean it..." The deep chuckle filled the room as their bodies pressed together once more while he kissed her again and again. Suddenly it felt like he was busting at the seems to tell her something as well. “Y’know…the only teasing I could remember was kids tellin’ me I was broken. Or I had to be, ‘cause my parents left me with my aunt and uncle when I was a baby. But…I dunno. They never upset me or nothin’. My aunt and uncle…they’re great folks. And I love them, and they love me, so…I thought one day, comin’ home from school, ‘Am I broken? I dunno, who knows. Maybe my real mom and dad were though, fer not wanting to stay with all of us.’ And so whenever I got teased, I just thought of my aunt and uncle, and it didn’t seem to matter no more.”

The pit in her heart ached to tell him that he wasn't broken, that he wasn't the only one discarded and uncared for and to yell and pout that at least he had some family, someone who cared for him. Ain't even got that. Got a home with no one who cares if I come home or not. Just a number in a pile of wasted childhoods. Ain't nothing worth wanting there. Instead of saying anything though she reached up and wrapped her arms around him pulling him fully against her, urging him to take her again, to show him that he was right and that he wasn't broken by any means. The fact he hadn't been worn and beaten down by the ways of the Capitol and the District was something that Swallow-Anne caught herself almost in awe by. Giving him a playful shove she rolled him over and climbed atop him

"Nokota, ya ain't broken in the least. Her lips kissed down the side of his neck as she slithered lower, the kisses finding their way down his chest as her eyes searched his for a reason to stop. "Don't mind if we put off the food for a bit longer do ya? Promise, I'm good at it."

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as you \\SHIVER// - [Charity] Aug 20, 2012 22:44:00 GMT -5

Post by laphae8ash on Aug 20, 2012 22:44:00 GMT -5

Doing
deep thoughts
thinking
talking
hearing
enjoying

She wanted to please him, to make him happy and squirm with the affection and desire she felt inside. Nokota deserved to feel that. He should know just how much she liked him. The cocked eye brow before he responded, “I don’t know what boys you’ve been around…but they’re all morons, if they don’t think you’re gorgeous as hell. I’m lucky enough to see it.” His words just made her resolve to give him the treat she had so wanted to deliver even stronger as her tongue darted little circles on his abdomen. She waited for the response, knowing he wouldn't say no, and the blush on his cheeks and the way he was running his hand over his face she thought she had the green light. Starting to move down she felt him pull her up to his mouth, with a deep and passionate kiss. Before she could even suck the air back in her lungs he moved away, sliding on his underwear and hopping up with a smile.

“Oh, I believe you…but I think I’m gonna gnaw at my pillow if I don’t get something to eat soon. You don’t look much better. Be right back.” There was a glimmer of sadness as she wanted him to stay, wanted that moment to last for more than just the few hours that it did, but he was gone, up and clanging around in the kitchen. Her eyes flicked to the widow with the now darkened sky with a heaving sigh. Gotta go. I know it, too late for me to stay and ain't good with goodbyes, even little ones like this. Oughta just go. Her clothes and shoes still balled in pile by his front door, so grabbing a discarded tshirt she tossed it on. Smells just like him. Don't wanna go. Her heart ached to stay, but deep down, this was too much. She needed time to sort out her feelings, to place this day where it belonged in her time line of memories.

Nokota was so much more than just a blip in her string of men, he was special. If not for that reason alone she had to go. Slipping out the small window she heard the dogs bark as she took off running towards the distant trees. Farther and farther she went and she felt a mixture of sadness and sheer exhilaration flood through her body.

She was twitterpated.

The running became a slow jog which simply faded into a bouncing walk as she got closer to the overstuffed community home. Scaling the side of the house quickly she popped through Cygnus' room. Her eyes trailed over him. He wasn't as good looking as Nokota...just his name set her heart a flutter. As she tiptoed through the house to the room she was stuffed into with two other brats, but not before hearing Icky snoring softly. She wanted to finish things with Nokota, and regretted leaving so suddenly, but she had too. She couldn't stay there without getting a hold of herself, and coming home was the only way.

Curling up into the small worn bed she could still smell him on the shirt. Her lips fell into a smile as for once her dreams weren't going to be filled with random no face boys or guys like Icky who couldn't stop staring. They were full to the seams with Nokota's brilliant smile.