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 Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 12:57 am
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“ ѕнσσт fιяѕт, αѕк qυєѕтισиѕ ℓαтєя. ”
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It took Bell longer to reply than Deon had thought, which annoyed him more than he knew. When she did speak his anger didn't subdue, in fact in only grew stronger. He didn't know why it did, it shouldn't have, in fact her words were completely reasonable. It didn't matter, the anger was there and very little would get rid of it, even her admitting she was wrong. Something that would never happen, and Deon knew that. He let her make her round back to the stove, waiting for her to not be near something she could throw on him and scold him with. When she sat back down at the table, bottle in her hand, something that was becoming a trademark for her, he signed. Her words really irked him, but it didn't get him any angrier. Since he didn't think he could. Watching her carefully he kept his brows furrow, hand on his shotgun. In no way was he going to point it at her, that would just be flat out stupid, but he kept it there none-the-less. More for his own safety than anything, in case she decided to use that bottle as a weapon.
Now that she had finally sat down he breathed a few times, trying to calm himself a bit before he spoke. It only did so much, since there was a lot of anger boiling there. "First off know I do respect you and this is your farm and your rules, but it's getting harder to turn these people away. For God sakes, that man had three little girls who looked like they were wasting away to nothing. As far we we know they're dead now. That little girl was barely old enough to walk and you just turned them away like they were nothing!" Deon's voice was rising, he tried to keep it low, but he couldn't. "Besides, I wasn't going to invite anyone to stay the damn night here for any sleepover. You could at least give them enough food to get to town, but no. You had to be a selfish brat who will most likely die alone on this farm." The words were just spilling out, he couldn't stop himself. Stopping she looked to see what she was looking at out the window, only to see the oak tree. A lot of the anger had drained from him, as he slowly took his hand off the shotgun.
Hearing Bell's word he frowned, shaking his head, the anger building again. She was drinking to get drunk and Deon hated that in a woman, especially when they were talking. Reaching across the table he jerked the bottle from her hand, taking a log swig of it. Slamming it on the table he looked her dead in the eyes. "I'd tell you what he'd want, sunshine He'd want you to be a decent human being and help others out. Not be a selfish shut-in drive everyone off your land with a gun to their face. Frankly, I'm getting tired of doing your dirty work. I'm getting damn tired of sending those sad faces away, only begging for a little help." Taking another long swig of the bottle he slammed it on the table again, sliding it towards Bell. Giving her a hard look he got up and went of to the stove to stir the soup. Right now he couldn't stand to look at her.
нєαʟтн [100 %] || sтαmιиα [100 %] || cuяяєит ωєαρσn [Remington 870 Shotgun] || ιиvєитσяy [Ammo x30, utility knife, compass, hunting knife, small rations, and a canteen.] || σuтғιт [x]
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 1:34 am
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“ тαҡє αиσтнєя sтєρ, ι ∂αяє уσυ. ι нαvє αи ιтcну тrιggєя ғιиgєя. ”
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Deon went off and she had nothing else to say for now, in fact she just sat there her eyes remained fixated on the tree outside. She could feel the anger that surrounded his words and she hated the way they affected her, what else was she suppose to feel? He was degrading her in a way even though he didn't seem to feel that way, it was something she hadn't felt in so long and she was losing herself. Watching the tree sway in the wind she frowned. Eying him as his hand moved to the shot gun even though he made no action to point it at her it still bothered her, how dare he. Moving her eyes back to the window she closed them briefly opening them back up as he reached over taking the bottle from her, taking his own sip and she didn't stop him. What he said next got her in a way his other words hadn't standing up she narrowed her eyes at him, grabbing the bottle she walked over to the soup pushing him out of the way to turn the stove off before turning back to him giving him one good slap across the face, growling a bit before she spoke.
"How dare you bring him into this. How ******** dare you. I am done. I am ******** done. You don't like my ways then I am serious ******** leave. Pack your s**t and leave tomorrow morning. I was fine before you got here and I will be fine when you ******** leave." Taking another sip from the bottle twisting around slamming the bottle against the counter, this time it gave out to the slam having taken enough abuse from the two of them. Cursing out loud she drew her hand away, cutting it across the palm. "God, ********, s**t, damnit!" Grabbing her palm she jumped in her spot. "Don't come near me." She glared over her shoulder at him when she heard him shuffle behind her. Grabbing a dish cloth she wrapped it around her hand, cursing underneath her breath before grabbing another bottle from the cabinet. "I want you gone tomorrow. I am tired of the way you look at me." She screamed it down the stairs as she walked up to her room. Throwing the cloth the side she frowned looking at her hand, grabbing the first aid kit she walked to the bathroom washing the wound out before crudely wrapping it. After a few more minutes she opened the new bottle taking a sip from it, pulling her shirt off wanting to just get into bed.
ooc;; in case I don't talk to you before you post. If he walks in on her she is going to through something at him not something that would horribly harm him. Something like perfume or a case that held something like cotton balls.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 10:54 am
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“ ѕнσσт fιяѕт, αѕк qυєѕтισиѕ ℓαтєя. ”
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Saying what he had to stay Deon continued to stir the pot, not paying too much attention to it. He was more focused, and concerned, with the reaction the increasingly drunk was was going to give him. Almost on que Bell moved from her seat to the stove, shoving him out of the way and turning it off. He was a little surprised that was all she had done, that was, until she turned and smacked him across the face. He did nothing to stop it, he simply let her do it and recoiled like he was supposed to. As she spoke he listened, trying to remain much cooler than he had a few minutes ago. He didn't even notice she had the bottle again until she took a sip of it, smashing it against the counter. Rolling his eyes, letting out an annoyed sigh he went to move to help her. She told him to stay back so he did, heading over to the small closet to grab a broom and dustpan to clean up her mess. When he turned back around she was gone, heading up stairs. What she screamed was barely audible, but he heard it none the less.
Slowly he cleaned up the mess, trying to give Bell some time to cool off. Not only her, but himself as well. Deon's cheek felt a bit sore where she had hit him, surprised with the force she used behind it. After finishing cleaning up the mess he moved to the stove, putting a lid over the pot of soup so nothing would get in it or it wouldn't go bad. Sighing heavily he figured he should go talk to her, though he really didn't want to. If she really wanted him out of the house he would do it, but first he wanted to make sure her cut wasn't that bad, even though there was a lot of blood he had to clean up. Annoyed Deon climbed the stairs until he was outside her room. Not bothering t knock he opened the door, with more force that he had intended, as it hit the wall behind it. Stumbling back he hadn't expected to see her with her shirt off, but this only lasted a second. He had seen plenty of women wearing a lot less than that. What he didn't expect was the case of cotton balls to be thrown at him, exploding in a way that the content of the case flew everywhere.
Furrowing his brow he stormed over to the woman, who had already opened another bottle of alcohol. Jerking the bottle from her hand he looked at her, angry. "You just cut your God damn hand open and you're drinking more? What the <********> is wrong with you?" He raised the bottle, wanting to throw it, but decided against it. Instead he took it and took a very long sip, leaving him making a nasty face when he pulled the bottle away. Looking back to Bell, anger still on his face, he held the bottle out so she couldn't reach it. Leaning in close to her he looked her right in the eyes. "Listen, if you want me gone by tomorrow then I'll leave, but don't you ever lay a hand on me again. You may be the sister of a great man, but you're no where near as noble as him, so don't you dare get all high and mighty on me." For a moment Deon simply stood there, close to her face, but eventually backed up, taking another swig of the bottle. How much had he had to drink? He was getting a little fuzzy, but that may be due to the fact he hadn't eaten since lunch.
нєαʟтн [100 %] || sтαmιиα [100 %] || cuяяєит ωєαρσn [Remington 870 Shotgun] || ιиvєитσяy [Ammo x30, utility knife, compass, hunting knife, small rations, and a canteen.] || σuтғιт [x]
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 12:14 pm
asso
“ тαҡє αиσтнєя sтєρ, ι ∂αяє уσυ. ι нαvє αи ιтcну тrιggєя ғιиgєя. ”
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Pacing back and forth Bell ran a hand through her hair. This wasn't just being drunk, this wasn't just being around someone after 2 years. She just didn't know how to be around people in general. It didn't help when he was constantly looking at her, judging her even if he didn't think so. She could see it and she knew who he was judging her to and she hated it, her parents use to do the same. In mid swig the door swung up heavily, twisting around Bell's eyes met with Deon and she was just as angry, if not worse. She forgot that she didn't have a shirt on the only thing she could think of was to make him go away and to do that was to throw something at him. The firs thing her hand grabbed as a small tin that held cotton balls that was her mothers, it hit the wall next to him exploding everywhere and she sighed not caring about the mess but pissed that he was still there. She started to twist around as he stormed over grabbing the bottle from her hand causing her to stumble forward towards him.
"Hey..!...Why the ******** should you care?" Glaring up to him she crossed her arms over her chest trying to hide the poorly wrapped wound, feeling like a child being yelled at for stealing a cookie before dinner. Her face was red, flustered between angry and drunk and her eyes watered a little bit. Looking away she made a face as he leaned in close, continuing his little rant. Pursing her lips she shook her head before looking back at him a few seconds after he moved back but not enough, to her he was still in her space and she wanted him gone. She wanted him and hist stupid words to just leave. Him staying here wasn't worth all this bullshit, if it wasn't this it was going to be something else. "What? What are you going to do about it? Nothing, you think you are so high and mighty yourself. Go find your stupid Marines." Throwing her hands up int the air she moved towards him covering the small space in one stride before crossing her arms again, furiously shaking her head side to side. "Stop it. Stop comparing me to him!" Anger begun to fuel her words once more, pulling her hands away from her chest she started to push him, not caring he had just told her not to touch him, "Stop ******** comparing me to him ! He ******** left me here, it should have been the other way around, all of it should have been the other way around." She muttered her words, stumbling over them. She continued to push him, not caring how he took her words going to hit him again with a balled fist this time.
нєαʟтн [100 %] || sтαmιиα [100 %] || cuяяєит ωєαρσn [Shotgun] || αιʟmєитs [n/a] || ιиvєитσяy [Ammo x 20, switch blade, keys, fresh fruits and vegetables] || σuтғιт [x]
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 10:52 pm
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“ ѕнσσт fιяѕт, αѕк qυєѕтισиѕ ℓαтєя. ”
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It angered him a lot more than he thought it would when she questioned why he cared, though Deon wondered the same thing himself. Would it really be a bad thing if she got drunk and bleed out, maybe got a severe infection? No, he couldn't think like that, no matter how much he was annoyed with the woman half the time. Bell was getting drunker and more belligerent, which did not help with how pissed he was at her at the moment. When she pushed him it almost sent him over the edge, that was until he started to actually listen to what she was saying, causing him to feel a little bad. That didn't last long, since she continued to push him, causing his anger to rise once again. Finally fed up with her shoving and hitting he reached out and grabbed her wrists firmly, surprised at how strong she actually was. Sure, she was strong but not strong enough to break out of his grip, which at the moment was a good thing.
Forcing Bell's arms to stay in the air next to her head Deon glared at her, his lips pursed and his brow furrowed. "I'm not comparing you to your brother, I'm saying you should have picked up some better habits from him. As for him leaving you he did what he felt was right. It breaks my heart to know that you lost someone so important but you don't need to take it out on me!" Still glaring he kept his grip on her wrists. The whole time he was talking he brought his face closer to hers. Damn, was it just him or did she look gorgeous when she was angry? No, he couldn't think like that, it had to be the alcohol in his system that was making him think that way, it was the only reason. No way would he find someone as cold and heartless as her attractive. Whatever the case was he kept a tight grip on her wrists, his face hovering inches away from hers.
нєαʟтн [100 %] || sтαmιиα [100 %] || cuяяєит ωєαρσn [Remington 870 Shotgun] || ιиvєитσяy [Ammo x30, utility knife, compass, hunting knife, small rations, and a canteen.] || σuтғιт [x]
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 11:18 pm
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“ тαҡє αиσтнєя sтєρ, ι ∂αяє уσυ. ι нαvє αи ιтcну тrιggєя ғιиgєя. ”
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He grabber her wrist and she let out a small growl trying to pull it back from him unable to even make him budge only causing his fingers to bruise her wrist. Narrowing her eyes at him as kept her in place she continued to try even though it was obvious he was stronger than her and she was only going to make the bruise forming worse. Growls continued to work their way out of her throat debating kneeing him in the balls but she couldn't do that to him for some reason when she had no qualms about doing it to several other men in her life. "You are comparing me to him. Every time you judge me, every time you say something about me with him in the same sentence. I see if in your eyes every time you look at me. I'm sorry I'm not that great ******** Marine. I'm sorry he chose to let me find him with his brains blown out in the stables." Her eyes started to water as she remained finding him, she refused to use that stall anymore every time she went in there she saw it. She had barely been able to clean it, hating Deon for making her remember even though it was just her fault as it was his. The sadness didn't take away her anger if anything it made it worse.
Putting her wounded against against his chest she tried her hardest to get away from him still, hitting his chest once or twice though they were light because it hurt too much to use her hand. Suddenly his face was closer to hers, she hadn't even realized that he got as close as he did and she was noticing all the lines in his face. Where he had been cut on his face and frown lines, biting her lower lip she tried to think of something else aside from the fact of how attractive he was. She tried to remember she was mad at him but it was impossible. It had been so long, it had been way to long since she had let anyone in. That was her issue, she couldn't let people in, she had so much pent up inside of her and him being here well she was letting it all out in the wrong way. Bell couldn't control herself moving her hand from his chest she moved closer to him in a flash, surprised she was able to move that quickly considering her state locking her lips with his. He dropped her wrist and she wrapped both her arms around him, preparing for him to push her away after all why would he want to be with her. She had no ill conceptions of what she was but until he pushed her away she was going to enjoy this for all she could, after all he was going to leave tomorrow. Using her arms and his shoulders for support, she picked herself up and wrapped her legs around his waist not breaking the kiss.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 11:34 pm
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“ ѕнσσт fιяѕт, αѕк qυєѕтισиѕ ℓαтєя. ”
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She was right, Bell was damn right, he was comparing her to Damien, but he was too stubborn to admit it. It was clear there was hurt in her voice as she spoke, and that made him feel guilty, even though he shouldn't. Her struggling proved useless, and it took her longer to accept this fact than Deon would have liked but still his grip remained firm. The only result she was going to get was two severally bruised wrists, ones he wouldn't apologize for, since it was her own damn fault. As she placed her hand on her chest, still giving light hits here and there, he loosened his grip. Enough for where she had a little more wiggle room, but not enough so she could break free and actually get a good hit in. This was the only thing he could think to do to keep her calm, to prevent her from hurting herself again, or worse, him. What happened next nearly knocked him off his feet, causing him to drop his grip on her wrists, his hands falling to his sides. This crazy, brunette, was kissing him, actually kissing him.
For a moment his hands hesitated at her waist, wanting to push her way, knowing fully well she was drunk, but he couldn't do it. As he was still making his mind up she raised herself, such strong arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. That was it, he didn't care if she was drunk, he was going to take advantage of the situation while he still could. Anyways, she was kicking him out tomorrow if she decided to go all ballistic about whats going to happen next. Wrapping his arms around her waist he grabbed her a** with both hands, lifting her up, and pulling her closer at the same time. Stumbling back a few steps he realized he had drank more than he had intended. Kissing Bell hard in return, he ran one hand up and down her back as he stumbled forward, knocking everything off the dresser. With a loud crash pictures and a lamp and other miscellaneous things fell to the floor, shattering. He didn't care, he didn't care if she scolded him or not, right now he was too into hit. After knocking nearly everything off the dresser he stumbled with her to the wall, slamming her back hard against it, causing a picture to fall. This didn't even faze him as he continued to kiss her deeply and passionately. As much passion as there was in his actions there was still a bit of anger and resentment towards the woman, ones he was willing to work with at this point.
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 12:39 am
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“ тαҡє αиσтнєя sтєρ, ι ∂αяє уσυ. ι нαvє αи ιтcну тrιggєя ғιиgєя. ”
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It took a second and she had a feeling he was going to push her away until she felt his arms move to wrap around her waist smirking into the kiss as he gripped at her a**. Tightening her grip with legs she kept herself easily up, barely feeling them stumble around until they hit the dressed and things started to crash to the floor, she knew that she was going to be pissed tomorrow but right now it just added to the lust and anger she was feeling right now, they could destroy anything right now and she could care less. Taking advantage of being against the dresser she started to work at his shirt trying to get it off pulling away briefly to do so keeping one arm around his neck while she did quickly throwing it somewhere reengaging the kiss as she replaced both of her arms to his neck. Once they seemed to clear everything off the dresser he stumbled once more pushing her against a wall clearly on the other side of the rom, hitting it harshly. Grunting a bit as a picture fell she cursed into their kiss, her back starting to already feel sore. She wondered if he was regret this tomorrow, what would he say to her when they woke up where ever they woke up, she wondered if he would blame her for this too, it took two to tango. Smirking at the thought she moved one of her hands to his hair pulling at it harshly breaking the kiss so she could bite at his neck taking her anger out on it not caring if it hurt him, if it did he could do something about it.
Her mind was still fuzzy but she had a feeling she wasn't going to regret this. There was something about Deon, after all if he had been anyone else she seriously would have ran him out a shot gun to his head but she couldn't. She tried to make herself do it but when she grabbed the gun she hesitated. She only asked the question to keep up the appearance that she didn't want him here even though she did. Something she would never admit and after a few bottles she could get over him leaving. He stumbled backwards again before forward but there was nothing behind her to stop them from falling and they did into the hallway, letting out a loud yelp as they hit the floor she bit harshly into his neck but quickly stopped moving to kiss him again unwrapping her legs from his waist.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 11:27 am
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“ ѕнσσт fιяѕт, αѕк qυєѕтισиѕ ℓαтєя. ”
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When everything fell off the dresser, hitting the floor, Deon couldn't help but smirk through the kiss, knowing Bell was going to be pissed about it. Right now, she didn't seem to care, since she was too busy taking off his shirt. As she leaned back, holding on with one arm he took a good look at her, never noticing before how fit she was, and what a great body she had. When he stumbled over to the wall, her back hitting against it, he could hear the grunt the escaped her lips, feeling the cursing against his. This only caused him to smirk a little bit more through the kiss, kissing deeper and harder. He knew she was going to be sore in the morning, he figured she must have figured he deserved to be sore too. At this point she broke the kiss once against, this time moving down to his neck, biting it harder than any other girl has before. It was like her intent was to make him hurt too, or at least try and draw some blood. Letting out a low hiss he gripped her a** tighter, pulling her closer. It was getting really hard for him to tell if this was passion, or if she was trying to be hurtful at the same time. Deon's best guess was it was about 50/50, but not to say he didn't like it.
The question went through his head about how long they've both wanted to do this. Honestly it had crossed his mind, but he thought Bell hated him with a passion, which is why she asked every day when he was going to leave. His thoughts were cut short as they ran out of wall, hitting the hallway floor with a loud thump. He did his best not to land with all his weight on her but that was proven useless. Besides, his neck still hurt a little and he was fairly sure she drew some blood. When she wrapped her legs around him again he kissed her harder, taking her arms and pinning them to the ground above her head. After a few minutes he slowly moved to her neck, kissing and n** it, moving to her hear, biting her ear lob softly. "You still want me out of the house in the morning?" He asked the question in a mocking way, not caring what her response was. He just felt like adding a little jib before he moved back to her lips, bit the bottom lip harder and continued to kiss her.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 12:38 pm
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“ тαҡє αиσтнєя sтєρ, ι ∂αяє уσυ. ι нαvє αи ιтcну тrιggєя ғιиgєя. ”
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They were both messes anyone could see that aside from them, to her this was them just getting along finally and maybe getting past something they had both thought about. Laying on the floor with Deon, she was actually thankful for this. Bell had missed human contact even if she acted other wise and being this lose to someone was something she thought she would never have again, it might have been the reason she was the way she was, she just stopped having hope a long time ago. She didn't protest when he pinned her hands beside her head, letting out small sounds as his lips moved against her neck, laughing a bit. Actually laughing for the first time that he had been here. "Be careful or I will kick you out now. Watch you try to fight for you life. Might be a good show."
Kissing him back she let out a heavy breath through her nose as he bit down onto her lip using all her strength to flip them over, straddling him she pulled away sitting up smirking as she looked down at him, placing her good hand on his chest. "And here I thought you hated me." Raising an eye brow she looked down at him before leaning down again, kissing him lightly then adding force to it. Pulling away she kept her face close to his bringing her good hand up to his face cupping it, "But from the looks of it, I guess I was wrong?" Smirking she kept her face at the same distance, playfully pulling away anytime he went to kiss her wanting to hear what he had to say.
нєαʟтн [100 %] || sтαmιиα [100 %] || cuяяєит ωєαρσn [Shotgun] || αιʟmєитs [n/a] || ιиvєитσяy [Ammo x 20, switch blade, keys, fresh fruits and vegetables] || σuтғιт [x]
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 9:49 pm
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“ ѕнσσт fιяѕт, αѕк qυєѕтισиѕ ℓαтєя. ”
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Chuckling lightly as he kissed her neck, nipping at Bell's clavicale, Deon smirked. "I don't think you'd kick me out until we're done here. Meaning I'll have to make this last as long as I can so you forget about kicking me out at all." Caught off guard at the sudden flip he let out a low grunt as his back hit the floor. With her hand on his bare chest he reached his arms up placing them on her hips, pulling her closer to him. He couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter at her question, shaking his head a bit before she leaned down and kissed him again. Holding her hips tighter for a second, he reached his hands down to her shorts, slowly starting to unbutton them, while looking her straight in the eyes.
"I could say the same thing, yet here we are. On the floor, making out. And you're the one who started it." Smirking Deon had fully undone Bell's shorts, moving to his own. All the while he leaned up, kissing her hard, until he hands were free again, at which point he moved his hands up, undoing her bra in one quick hand motion. He had quit a bit of practice and hers was one of the easier ones he had undone. Pulling the piece off of her he threw it down the hall, looking at the half naked women on top of him, only getting a bigger grin on his face. After a minute of taking in the sight of Bell's luscious breasts he pulled her down close to him, worming the shorts off of her.
нєαʟтн [100 %] || sтαmιиα [100 %] || cuяяєит ωєαρσn [Remington 870 Shotgun] || ιиvєитσяy [Ammo x30, utility knife, compass, hunting knife, small rations, and a canteen.] || σuтғιт [x]
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 10:09 pm
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“ тαҡє αиσтнєя sтєρ, ι ∂αяє уσυ. ι нαvє αи ιтcну тrιggєя ғιиgєя. ”
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Smiling she ran a hand gently down his cheek resting it against his neck and shoulder, "Never hated you, I just don't know how to ... coexist.." She was surprised she was even able to get the words out in her state, smiling when he kissed her hard she kissed him back nibbling on his bottom lip allowing him to work at their shorts and her bra shifting when needed to make it easier. Blushing a bit when she was on top of him with out her bra on she looked to the side before back at him as he wormed her shorts off leaning down to kiss him, "Please don't leave tomorrow." She hated how she sounded, she sounded weak something she hated but she had to say it even though she knew how it was going to make his ego grow.
T I M E S K I P // N E X T M O R N I N G
Shifting on the hardwood floor Bell let out a low grown as she started to wake up, shivering. One of her eyes fluttered open and it was easy for her to tell she had way too much to drink the night before by the way her head felt and well not only was she on the hardwood floor of the hallway she was cuddled up against Deon and they were both naked, smirking a bit as he remained sleeping she saw the damaged she had done to his neck and most of his upper body. He had bite marks decorating his neck and nail marks on his torso. Shifting slowly she got up, wincing as she felt a sharp shooting pain coming up her hand and she looked at it remembering now. This why they were like this. Biting her lower lip she looked back to the sleeping Marine before leaning down to kiss him lightly and poking his side harshly smirking, "Make me pancakes." It was more of a statement then a question and she poked him again, still kissing him wondering what he was going to do when he woke up. She wondered if he remembered last night, she remembered...most of it...bits and pieces but still she remembered it.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 4:28 pm
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Slowly waking up Deon tried to remember where he was, noting that he wasn't in the soft bed he had become used to waking up in the last week. Keeping his eyes close the tried to remember where he ended up passing out, feeling a hard floor beneath him. Stirring a little pain shot through certain spots of his upper body, then a warm feeling next to him. Smiling he let out a low laugh, completely remembering now what had happened last night. Slowly reaching out he ran his hand through Bell's hair, too see if she was still a sleep or not. She startled him when she got up, but he still didn't open his eyes to look at her. Only did he fully wake up after the kiss, and after she demanded pancakes. Opening one eye he debated to try and play it off like he didn't hear her, but remembering he was naked he figured it wasn't a good idea. Sitting up slowly, really feeling the bite and scratch marks now he laughed a little. Leaning forward he placed one behind her head, kissing her lightly on the lips.
Standing up, he stretched, not giving a damn if he was naked or not. Hell, maybe Bell would want to go a second round after breakfast. Looking around on the floor he eventually located his pants that were tossed halfway down the hall. Deon walked over to them, quickly putting them on and turned back to the naked brunette. Sob and in the day time she was even better looking than last night, which was hard to beat, but it happened. Once he zipped up his pants he grinned. "If the lady wants pancakes, the lady gets pancakes. As long as it gives her motivation to keep me around a bit longer." Giving her a wink he headed down stairs before she could reply, heading straight for the kitchen. Looking out the window he made sure there was no one outside trying to see if they could find a place to stay. Right now he didn't need that to ruin his mood. With a smile still on his face he began poking around the kitchen, trying to locate everything that was needed for pancakes.
нєαʟтн [100 %] || sтαmιиα [100 %] || cuяяєит ωєαρσn [Remington 870 Shotgun] || ιиvєитσяy [Ammo x30, utility knife, compass, hunting knife, small rations, and a canteen.] || σuтғιт [x]
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 5:17 pm
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“ тαҡє αиσтнєя sтєρ, ι ∂αяє уσυ. ι нαvє αи ιтcну тrιggєя ғιиgєя. ”
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Smiling as he kissed her back she watched as he got up, feeling happiness for the first time in so long. It was a weird foreign feeling for her, it was also mixed with the hangover but still, she could tell the difference by now considering that 5 out of 7 days of the week she woke up with a hangover. Laughing as his comment she watched him walk downstairs deciding to say nothing, biting her lower lip which was still puffy from last night and she was pretty sure at one point in the morning she stretched a bit more. Slowly getting up from the floor she ignored her items on the floor and walked into her room instead, frowning at the mess but she could worry about that later in too much of a good mood to be angry about that. Looking at her hand she unwrapped the bloody and poorly wrapped bandage frowning at the cut. It wasn't as deep as she thought it was thankfully, she wasn't going to have to stitch it if she didn't over use her hand. Washing her wound out and wrapping it properly she looked outside, not wanting to do work today. She knew the animals would understand somehow.
Finally walking downstairs she wore an over size t-shirt that covered her small body easily. Sniffing the air she smiled as she made her way into the kitchen looking at him as he prepared pancakes, giggling a bit. Walking over to him she continued to smile wrapping her arms around him from behind kissing his back on some of the marks she left. "Hmmm, maybe I will keep you around." Smirking she continued to lightly kiss his back, running her hands gently up his chest then back down, clawing lighting at where his pants started. It felt nice to be so close to someone for someone to want to be so close to her. So wondered if he felt the same way as her or if he was just going to use her - not that she minded all that much.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 11:00 am
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With a smirk still on his face Deon continued to scower the cupboards for what he needed to make the pancakes. Upon opening the fridge he found a small box of blueberries, deciding that's the kind he would make. Finally gathering what he figured he needed for the pancakes he started to mix the ingredients, wondering if he was using the right measurements. Ever since he was little his mother had always made the pancakes that came in a box where you only had to add water, nothing ever fresh. One time he tried to make them out of scratch but he was still young, nearly burning down their apartment at the time. The memory flooded back feelings that he had forgotten were there, ones of family and having someone there that loved you. Instantly his mind went to Bell, wondering what her feelings for him were. If they were just lust or if there was something more there that he was just too blind to see. Laughing at the idea of any strong feelings towards him from here he continued to stir, eventually pouring small gobs of the batter on the flat skillet. The smell instantly hit his nose, as he realized how hungry he was, he had to resist the urge to lick the spoon.
When Bell came downstairs Deon smiled, not turning away from the stove. She giggled, he didn't think in his short time here he had ever heard her giggle, or ever would, but there it was. As she wrapped her arms around him he placed one hand on hers as she kissed his back. He let out a low chuckle at her comment, turning to face her slightly. "Well glad I can be good for something. Sex and pancakes. Sounds like a bad song if you as me." As she clawed lightly at his belt line he kissed her lightly on the head, turning back to the pancakes flipping them. They were a little darker than he liked, but he didn't burn them, and was sure Bell wouldn't scowled him for it. She was always so hostel, uptight, angry, but now she seemed like a whole new person, one he actually liked be around. Playful, affectionate, even the kind of girl that giggled, he didn't want to admit it but he may be falling for her, but it could just be the fact that she was the only person he could find. The only person who he has had physical contact with since the outbreak. No, there was more there than just lust, feelings he wouldn't acknowledge until he knew the time was right.
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