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Post by DAVID ADAMS GREENE on Apr 19, 2010 3:00:50 GMT -5
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David smiled, glad that she didn’t want him to go. He’d probably feel dissed again anyways, which he hated feeling. To be honest, her hand movements made him a little dizzy, it made him feel like he was in a 3D movie or something. He couldn’t help but smile every time she did them, it was a bit amusing. He was surprised at her answer, but liked it. He shrugged with a smile happily, hell yeah, he’d want to go to where there were beds. He noticed the change of tone in her voice, he had heard it before, he expected that she used it back when they hooked up the first time. He smiled nodding, watching her get up to do something. He really did find this girl rather intriguing, she knew what she wanted and liked, and did it. He could tell she was different from other girls, she wasn’t as sensitive or clingy as they were, which was definitely a big relief.
He wanted to follow her, but his body wouldn’t let him at first. It was almost as if she had read his mind when she returned and took his hand, pulling him up and towards the back with her. He was glad she had took the initiative to come and get him, cause it looked like the drug wasn’t allowing him to move himself. Now that he was up and moving, he felt as if it was much easier to move. He blinked a few times as he looked around, this tour bus reminded him a bit of his, but his was much more messier. He was then pulled into a lower bunk, he definitely liked where this was heading. The curtains were closed and he made himself comfortable beside her. He placed his arm under her head, so she was close enough, and the other on her waist.
He wasn’t much of a cuddler, but he the guy was definitely comfortable. He wasn’t sure if she wanted to fall asleep or do something more. Either way, he’d be happy to be honest, but then she kissed him. He smiled kissed her back, pretty softly, for some reason when he was high, he was much more careful with his kisses. With the arm around her, he pulled her into him closer, kissing her back. For once, he wasn’t feeling around like he usually did. Like I said, he was much more gentle and calmer while high, so he just kept her close kissing her a bit longer. His hand on her waist lightly slipped under her shirt, but it didn’t move up, it just stayed in place on her soft skin. Boy, did she have pretty soft skin. He had to admit the fact that he was high, made the sensation of the kiss much better.
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Post by ELEANOR PAIGE ALLEN on Apr 19, 2010 3:34:42 GMT -5
  Eleanor’s head buzzed from the drug that had taken over her system. Everything felt kind of tingly. It was normal for her to feel this way after smoking a lot. His hand on her skin felt great, and she decided that she would in fact take advantage of this moment by slipping his shirt up. She pulled away for only a second, tugging his shirt off over his head and kissing him again. They proceeded to undress each other. It all seemed to happen very fast, it was over basically before it began. At least that’s how it felt, no doubt thanks to the weed in her system. It was a lot different than last time. He seemed a lot more carful this time around. “That, I’ll remember” she admitted. She didn’t start putting her clothes on yet. The physical contact still made her skin all tingly.
Now she really was tired. This plan had backfired, as the whole reason she initiated this was to try and wake herself up. Eleanor wasn’t quite sure what to do about this. She was on the verge of passing out, but he was still here. Not that she minded. “Uh... so... I’m about to pass out.
[/b]” She said honestly. “ If you wanna take this moment to sneak out, be my guest[/b]” she said, her eyes feeling heavy. “ Or you can stay. Whatever you want, it’s up to you” she said, covering her mouth as she yawned. She kind of wanted him to stay. She was very comfortable all wrapped up in him, which was unusual for her. But if he wanted to leave then she wouldn’t stop him, or make any indication that she did, in fact, what him to stay. Besides, if he left she could move all of her stuff to her bunk and sleep in there, avoiding the awkward question as to why she was sleeping in this bunk. She kind of felt sorry for the next person the band hired, this would most likely be their bunk. She’d definitely have a good laugh about it later if someone was hired in the near future.[/blockquote] [/blockquote] dear... david adams greene this post has... three hundred and fifty five words wearing...[/b] thiscommentswoooh[/size] |
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Post by DAVID ADAMS GREENE on Apr 20, 2010 2:16:20 GMT -5
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David was definitely more careful and tender during the entire thing than he was the last time they did this, he even put her needs before his at some points. His clothes were scattered in random spots on and off the bunk, mixed with hers. He wasn’t looking forward to sorting them out later, but it had to be done eventually. As it ended, he kept her close and was breathing heavier, trying to catch his breath. It had been a very good afternoon… hangout… he definitely wanted to possibly keep her around. Their naked bodies lay above the untouched blankets as their legs intertwined, that, I’ll remember, this made him smile and kiss her softly on her shoulder. He noticed she looked rather sleepy, though he wouldn’t be surprised if his eyes looked similar to hers. At her next few words, his assumption was correct, she was indeed sleepy. He didn’t take the face that she was tired offensive; hell weed got him sleepy too, especially since he practically smoked all god damn day.
He yawned and peaked out of the bunk slightly, the walk out the door and back to his bus seemed like such a mission. He laid his head back down on the pillow beside hers and gazed back at her. His breathing was steady again as he closed his eyes to debate what he wanted to do in his head. He was much too comfortable and lazy to move, he had learned to love the bunks on the bus. Plus, he was a guy, guys could literally sleep anywhere. He opened his eyes slowly, lightly groaning ”Mmm… mind if I nap with you? I’m too comfortable to move to be honest,”
[/color] he chuckled. He didn’t normally do sleepovers, but the girl seemed not to mind what he did. She could have easily just said ‘Get the fuck out’ but no she gave him options. He knew if he just slept here he’d be refreshed by the time he woke up. He placed a hand on her waist, the other arm was around her shoulders, he pulled her closer and into him a bit. He wasn’t really one for cuddling either but for some reason it felt too comfortable and right. Plus, who wouldn’t want to fall asleep next to a beautiful naked girl? He figured he’d sleep for a bit and if she was still sleeping when he woke up, he could just leave then. He had nothing better to do right now anyways… [/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] [/center] |
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Post by STEPH! AT THE DISCO on Apr 21, 2010 2:07:51 GMT -5
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