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 Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 6:54 am
"Gunn's not even my ******** name," he said bemusingly, but thank God, hallelujah, he was kissing her -- kissing the place where her jaw met her neck with agonizing, exploratory slowness, kissing the pulseline at her throat. "And it's thirteen years. Count."
Charonite's hand was stroking at her ribs, daring no further than the curve of her waist into hip, but he was kissing her, which was again cause for a party; not her mouth, but being kissed on the neck was a pretty acceptable substitute. Just when things were unfortunately getting interesting he backed away, letting her go, though he did look a couple percents more hot and bothered than he previously had.
"No," he said. "No. This is a ******** terrible idea -- not tonight," he said, which were two very contradictory pieces of evidence. He was already heading towards the door. "I have a bed. Use it."
And before she could protest, he had opened the door and yanked it shut behind him like he had a personal grievance with the thing.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 7:15 am
She'd opened her mouth to question him over his name, but only a soft moan managed to come out as warm lips began kissing at her throat. Okay, okay, god, yesssss he FINALLY GOT IT.
Nea was waiting for the fireworks to explode and the angelic chorus to sing as her arms found themselves wrapping around his neck, thoroughly enjoying the attention his mouth was giving to her. Just as she was moving towards the next step, however, he drew back.
He...stopped?
Bewildered, she stared at him with a confused look on her face. Hadn't he been enjoying this too? What the hell? Was it the loss of control that scared him, the actual ability to feel goddamn emotion outside of the office?
She watched him rush off, remaining still and silent as the door slammed shut, leaving Nealite alone in Gunn Ki--, no, Charonite's apartment.
This sucked.
Her eyebrows furrowed as she tromped around the place, her irritation evident. It would take a good ten minutes of exploring the apartment and the occassional scream of frustration before she made her way into the closed off bedroom, where she would soon take consolation in knowing she was sleeping under the same sheets he slept in, even if she was forced to spend the night sleeping alone.
Goddamn dense man. Not even the Queen of the Negaverse seemed to get through to him. Ugh. This was going to call for drastic measures, to say the least, or else a firm headbashing until sense finally found its way into that handsome head of his.
Yawning, she snuggled up to the pillow, despite the fact it was only, what, six o'clock? Maybe she'd get lucky and he'd come back, having changed his mind. The night was still young, right? Though, knowing him, he'd probably spend it on the couch. Or smoking.
Goddamn dense man.
Goddamn dense man.
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