Last Friday Night (Krawson Blitz)

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Last Friday Night (Krawson Blitz) Jan 4, 2015 2:58:05 GMT -5 via mobile

Post by Sage on Jan 4, 2015 2:58:05 GMT -5

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There's a stranger in my bed
There's a pounding in my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingoes in the pool
You crank the volume on your portable music player, dancing around your room before you remember that Sail is coming over soon. You probably aught to tidy up a bit but this song is so good. You're listening to a really old song called Last Friday Night by a long dead singer named Katy Perry and you are totally loving it. You continue to listen, singing along as you tidy up your room before finally getting dressed out of your sweats and replace it with a pair of jean shorts and a tank top, something that showed off your curves. Hope he's here soon. you thought before a knock sounded at the front door.

You shut off the music and took your time getting to the door. Who could it be?

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Last Friday Night (Krawson Blitz) Jan 4, 2015 3:29:45 GMT -5

Post by Death on Jan 4, 2015 3:29:45 GMT -5

[googlefont="Rock Salt:400"]Sail Dawson

You ran your fingers through your hair that was so thick it never behaved-- especially in humidity as you walked up to her front door. The blacktop below your feet was beginning to look hazy with the lighting of twilight. Twilight was more mist than anything.

You were a hop-skip-and-a-jump away from being at her house so that's what you did. A hop-- balancing one foot on one stone on one ground on one Earth--, a skip-- jumping into the air as though you could touch the skies that turned purple and scarlet and gray all in one twenty minute light show of the atmosphere-- and a jump-- springing even further towards that sky that holds so many secrets.

You jump up onto her front porch-- the one that has become so familiar to you it's like your second-- no third, the boat is second-- home-- and you knock. And she answers.

You scoop her into a hug, twirling her around and enjoying the curve of her waist in the crook of your elbow.

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Last Friday Night (Krawson Blitz) Jan 4, 2015 4:25:25 GMT -5 via mobile

Post by Sage on Jan 4, 2015 4:25:25 GMT -5

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There's a stranger in my bed
There's a pounding in my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingoes in the pool

You smile at him as he lifts you up, twirling you around and you bury your face in his neck, breathing in his scent of the sea. It is a scent that has become so familiar to you, like your own scent. It's funny how much your relationship had grown, suddenly the two of you had become so much more than just friends and you liked it.

You wrap your arms around his neck and reach up for a quick peck, loving the fact that he was taller than you, before taking his hand and leading him inside. "So, what shall we do on this lovely evening?" you ask him, grinning mischievously. You had changed a lot since you'd first hooked up with the boy in front of you, he had been there when Jay had died and was damned good in bed if you had to say so yourself but he was also something solid for you to cling to like a life preserver.

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Last Friday Night (Krawson Blitz) Jan 4, 2015 4:37:37 GMT -5

Post by Death on Jan 4, 2015 4:37:37 GMT -5

[googlefont="Rock Salt:400"]Sail Dawson

Height made a difference somehow. Nia used to wear the pants mostly. It normally just felt like you were along for the ride. Just assisting this storm of a woman. But then, the storm had quieted. You'd grown. Thing like that happen when you're only 16-- almost 17 now.

She took your hand, hers so soft and delicate against your rough fisherman's hands, scarred and scraped from hooks and knives and nets, and pulled you into the house. Her hips fit snugly in those shorts and images of the flesh under those clothes cropped up into your mind, making your lips twist with a crooked smile. Memories of her scent. Her touch. The way she reacted to every little kiss like she was starving and your touch was food.

"So, what shall we do this lovely evening?" she asks, her eye glimmering and her eyebrows furrowing just slightly-- enough to make her look determined and she was always sexy when she was determined. Honestly, she was sexy at any time.

You take hold of her hips and press her back against a wall, putting your hands above her head.

"I could take you right here right now," you murmur. "Or you could tell me what you've already got cooked up in that genius strategist's brain."

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Last Friday Night (Krawson Blitz) Jan 4, 2015 4:46:23 GMT -5 via mobile

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You grin up at him as he puts his hands on your hips and presses your back against the wall. He knows you too well, you have some ideas for what the two of you should do and cannot wait to indulge him of what you want to do. You want to go swimming. It feels like it's been ages since you went swimming in the ocean, properly swimming that is. You had taken part in the olympic games although you hadn't done that great in the swimming event you'd won the fencing matches, kicking asses left and right until you'd won, beating out the boy who now held you for top spot.

"I was thinking we could go down to the beach. I haven't gone swimming in ages. " You reply before reaching up and kissing him. Sonetimes, it was nice not always wearing the pants.

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Last Friday Night (Krawson Blitz) Jan 4, 2015 13:58:38 GMT -5

Post by Death on Jan 4, 2015 13:58:38 GMT -5

[googlefont="Rock Salt:400"]Sail Dawson

"I was thinking we could go down to the beach," she says. "I haven't gone swimming in ages."

And then she reaches up to kiss you. Her lips brush against yours like a butterfly's wings fluttering against a flower, just barely touching. You pull her hips against you as you press her against the wall, deepening the kiss. You pull her lower lip into your mouth, gently crushing it between your teeth before letting it go and letting her lips go and resting your forehead against hers.

You slip one hand under her shirt and rest your palm against the supple skin of her upper hip-- right where the waist joins it.

"Will getting to see you in a bikini be a distinct possibility?"

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Last Friday Night (Krawson Blitz) Jan 4, 2015 14:47:57 GMT -5 via mobile

Post by Sage on Jan 4, 2015 14:47:57 GMT -5

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There's a stranger in my bed
There's a pounding in my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingoes in the pool

Yiu feel a shiver go up your spine as he pulls you towards him, almost crushing you between his body and the wall as he kisses you hard before releasing you. You grin up at him, feeling small but who would have thought you'd enjoy being the less dominant one occasionally.

He asks if seeing you in a bikini is a distinct possibility and you teasingly kiss him. "Well duh." you say before slipping out of his grip and padding to your room. You would tease him, letting things heat up between the two of you before giving in. You grinned slyly, searching through your closet for your black bikini.

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Last Friday Night (Krawson Blitz) Jan 4, 2015 17:36:45 GMT -5

Post by Death on Jan 4, 2015 17:36:45 GMT -5

[googlefont="Rock Salt:400"]Sail Dawson

Nia kisses you again, but pulls away before you can kiss back. She's toying with you. Tugging on your desire to keep you coming. Those blue eyes of hers glimmer with mischief and images of her biting her lower lip when she's playing hard to get surface in your mind.

"Well, duh," she says, slipping out of your grasp and padding away, off to her bedroom. The room that was at least twice the size of yours with a closet that never seemed to end.

She leaned over, rummaging through her drawers for her bathing suit and you peek in, then pull back slightly, pushing the door open. You take a few steps back, then sprint as fast as you can, your feet thundering against the floor and launch yourself onto her bed.

You flip over onto your bad and hang your head over the end of the bed, watching her movements upside down. She even looked sexy from this angle.

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Last Friday Night (Krawson Blitz) Jan 4, 2015 18:10:30 GMT -5 via mobile

Post by Sage on Jan 4, 2015 18:10:30 GMT -5

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There's a stranger in my bed
There's a pounding in my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingoes in the pool

You hear his footsteps behind you as you search for your bathing suit and suddenly, his footsteps thunder and he flops onto your bed, turning onto his back so that his head hangs over the end and he stares at you upside down. You laugh slightly at his antics before finally finding what you were looking for.

You pull out the black bikini that you'd had for a while and knew that you probably aught to get a new one soon as it was beginning to fray around the edges. You looked at him for a moment, an amused smile on your face before you spoke. "Like what you see?" you ask before turning away. "Now, no peaking till I tell you to" you say, sitting on your bed before you found one of your scarves and took his head in your lap, tying the scarf over his eyes so he wouldn't see till you were ready. He wouldn't get to see it until you were on the beach because you were a tease.

You jump off the bed and change into your bikini before putting your clothes back on. "Alright, now you can look" you say, a grin on your face.

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Last Friday Night (Krawson Blitz) Jan 4, 2015 19:14:53 GMT -5

Post by Death on Jan 4, 2015 19:14:53 GMT -5

[googlefont="Rock Salt:400"]Sail Dawson

"Like what you see?" she asks, her face twisting with amusement.

You want to respond with, "But of course, love," but she's talking before you get the chance.

"Now, no peeking till I tell you to." She takes one of the scarves from her closet and ties it around his eyes.

"I've already seen everything, gorgeous," you say, grinning but not trying to pull the scarf off. It feels soft, like a gentle trickle of water or very wet sand over your eyes. "But all right."

It's not completely dark in the scarf-- it lets in a little light, but not nearly enough to see anything... interesting. You're tempted to peek, but remembering that hell hath no fury like Oceania Krearns you make the wise decision to keep it on. Instead, you work to imagine what it must look like in the room beyond your scarf, focusing on on the sounds of clothes dropping to the floor, pants being unzipped, nylon sliding over skin and then the re-zipping of her denim shorts.

"All right. Now you can look," she says and you slip the scarf over the top of your head to see her smiling down at you.

You hop off the bed, leaving the scarf laying against the comforter, and take her into your arms. She smells like warmth and ocean and... lightly of... some kind of flower. It smelled vaguely of your mother's vanilla and honey suckle perfume.

"You smell fantastic," you say, kissing her forehead and releasing her. "Ready for the beach to ruin that?"

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Last Friday Night (Krawson Blitz) Jan 4, 2015 19:45:27 GMT -5 via mobile

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There's a stranger in my bed
There's a pounding in my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingoes in the pool

You smile as he takes you into his arms, smelling you and you grin, loving the feel of his hands on you. The two of you had intimate skin privilages but you weren't about to be easy with him.
You reach up and wrap your arms around his neck before nodding. "Let's go to the beach." You say before taking his hand and leading him down the hall towards the front door. The winters in four tended to be rather mild, you could only imagine what it was like in the other districts at this time of year. Did it snow in other districts? You looked up at the clear night sky, warmth lingering in the air as the two of you head down to the beach.

You take off your shoes and feel the soft sand between your toes as you turn to Sail, the moonlight making his blonde hair glow a silvery color. Smiling, you pull off your tank top, showing off your black bikini clad top and giggle. "Come on, let's swim" you say, pulling him towards the waters edge.

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Last Friday Night (Krawson Blitz) Jan 4, 2015 20:55:36 GMT -5

Post by Death on Jan 4, 2015 20:55:36 GMT -5

[googlefont="Rock Salt:400"]Sail Dawson

"Let's go to the beach," she says after tangling her arms around your neck. You put your hands into her pockets and push her body into yours, holding her as close as you could. A brief moment passes. You stare at each other and nothing is said but you hope she hears how much you love being with her. How much she means to you. How she makes you a better person than you ever had thought possible.

Then, the moment is over and she grabs hold of your hand and tugs you down her hallway and out her front door, towards the ever-present beach. The sun has set and night is firm in its rule as you both traipse across the pavement, which soon become the powdery white sand of a beach. It all glints like polished silverware in the faded light of the moon.

Before you know it, she's pulling off her shoes, so you're pulling off your shoes and enjoying the gritty but soft feel of the sand in the crevices of your toes and rubbing against the bottoms of your feet. Then you pull off your shirt and leave them with your shoes and she removes hers, revealing a black bikini top and copious amounts of beautiful porcelain flesh.

The urge to get her on her back and cover her body with kisses strikes but you silence it quickly.

"Come on, let's swim," she says with a giggle. Then she takes your hand again and guides you to the ocean. Its waves eat at the sand below your feet, sucking your downward and you want to stand and see how far you'll sink.

"Nia?" you ask, closing your eyes as the night air rushes past your ears like the breath of a goddess. "Do we belong to each other?"

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Last Friday Night (Krawson Blitz) Jan 4, 2015 21:55:22 GMT -5 via mobile

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There's a stranger in my bed
There's a pounding in my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingoes in the pool

You gaze at him, a sweet smile on your lips as he looks out over the water before he closes his eyes and speaks to you. Asking if the two of you belonged to each other and you feel your heart give a small flutter. You hadn't thought of what exactly Sail was to you, he wasn't exactly your boyfriend but he wasn't just a friend, he had never just been a friend. Somehow, he had found a special place in your usually cool heart, a place that was specially reserved just for him. "Yes we do" you reply

You feel the warm waves against your skin before you realize something isn't quite right, you feel too free in the water, your eyes drifting downwards and you let out a small squeak of surprise as you discover that your top has disappeared. How the hell? You look at Sail, searching his face to see if he had anything to do with this.

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Last Friday Night (Krawson Blitz) Jan 4, 2015 22:31:48 GMT -5

Post by Death on Jan 4, 2015 22:31:48 GMT -5

[googlefont="Rock Salt:400"]Sail Dawson

You wade into the water with her until you're treading water. Seems this part of the beach has a drop off. You try to keep your mind off the numerous beasties that could be gazing at your feet and wondering, "Snacks? For me? WELL I ACCEPT!"

"Yes we do," she says and those three simple words make your almost-17-year-old heart explode with joy.

Something glides past you and you scoot away from it really quickly. It looked black and skinny and like something you'd rather not meet at night in the ocean.

You look back at Nia and she looks distressed. Even in the moonlight, you can see the crimson blush of embarrassment sticking to her cheeks like a seasoned bull rider to the back of his mount.

"What's wrong?" you ask. "Is everything okay?"

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Last Friday Night (Krawson Blitz) Jan 4, 2015 23:03:51 GMT -5 via mobile

Post by Sage on Jan 4, 2015 23:03:51 GMT -5

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There's a stranger in my bed
There's a pounding in my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingoes in the pool

You gaze at Sail, your cheeks flaming before you step closer to him, apparently this was turning into skinny dipping. You smile cheekily before wrapping your arms around him. "It would appear that I am in need of replacing my bathing suit." you say, looking him in the eye. You felt a little self conscious before realizing that he has already seen all of you, no need to be shy.

"Well, this appears to have become a skinny dip." you say, snuggling against him as the full moon shone down on the two of you.

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