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 Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 6:44 pm
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Peyton looked surprised. Maebe took that alone as information to be digested, and she furrowed her brow for the briefest moment, as her battle plan shifted slightly in another direction. She pushed herself up further, so she could watch Peyton's face and read it for clues. The admission made Maebe smile, but it was a slow and calculated thing, and it had no real mirth attached to it.
"Mmm." Maebe murmured the sound, that might have been consent, were it not for that smile on her face. She gestured with one finger crooking towards her, in the hopes that Peyton would come closer and make her life just a little easier.
"Why do you care?" That question was the one she'd watched Pey's expression for. Any little indicators would expose themselves in that moment, and Maebe was ready to snatch them up. If they were even there.
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 7:16 pm
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Maebe's eyes roamed every inch of Peyton's face. She saw nothing in those eyes that could give away a clue. No twitch in her face, no blood rushing to the surface of her skin. Peyton gave her nothing, and Maebe's smile slowly faded away.
"Just your friend." Maebe hushed out, disappointed. "Well, I guess everybody deserves one, don't they." She reconsidered that statement. "Almost everyone."
Her eyes closed, and she breathed in a long, calming breath. "All right, Pey. Nothing malicious, towards Taym." Her eyes opened, but nothing within them glimmered with any emotion; or even life. "This is strictly business."
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 8:49 pm
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Peyton blinked, thrown by the sudden compliment, color washing in a soft rosy tint across tan and freckled cheeks. Not at the implication of sex, but the kind words. "I..Thank you." Shock was apparent in her voice before a little hint of humor followed it. "And no, not with benefits."
Ankles crossing, Peyton sat back in her chair again. "I probably know more then anyone else does," she offered, but didn't expand at all. Pale eyes intent on the other girl. It was Peyton's turn to watch Maebe's face for any telling reactions. "He hates Rep. They hate each other, really." It some something easy, something basic. Something that could have been found out with any sort of real effort, but Peyton had never seen Maebe on twitter. So maybe she'd find some value in it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 26, 2013 11:31 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 26, 2013 11:59 am
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lilac eyes widened as Maebe leaned ever closer, and she found her gaze dropping to her lips, lingering there on that pouting lower lip before jumping back up to meet the other girl's eyes.
Why the ******** did her cheeks suddenly feel hot?
"I..wait." That wasn't what she'd said. Peyton frowned, leaning her head back as Maebe licked her lips. "I'm all for getting to know people, but, um." Fingers touched her neck, and the smaller girl swallowed. It felt an awful lot like Maebe was hitting on her, but that didn't seem right.
One small hand raised up, touching Maebe's shoulder, not so much pushing her away as just keeping her from coming any closer. Buying herself a few seconds so she could regain some manner of composure. Peyton wasn't used to people hitting on her, and certainly not other women, if that was indeed what was happening. "We've only just met. How about we take things a little slow to start."
<That was surprisingly smooth.>
Your sarcasm isn't appreciated.
She'd smiled, but it slipped away. "If you're hitting on me I'm flattered, but I'm confused enough as without adding one more person to my dance card. If not.. I'm sorry for assuming so, but my experience with flirtation is somewhat limited."
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Posted: Thu Dec 26, 2013 12:48 pm
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Peyton was a canvas of reactions. That was immense fun, she realized. She missed actually seeing someone react to her that much. The last time someone had even come close was Quinn's blush at the mere mention of sex, the poor thing. But now, Peyton was the one whose face was being brushed with flustered color.
Peyton held her at bay, and Maebe grinned just a little too toothily. She felt the threat of laughter bubbling up inside, and pushed it down as long as she could.
"That's okay. You're right. I'm completely hitting on you." It wasn't a subtle secret, after all. "But I don't want on your dance card. I don't sign dance cards. I don't even want to dance. I'd rather just stay in the car and ******** head tilted down just slightly, to look up at Pey through knowing eyes. "You caught me. I'm lying, I don't want to get to know you better. Though I'd love to know who's on your dance card, that sounds interesting. Or I could render you incapable of speech and keep it to ourselves." Her nose squished in thought.
"Decisions, decisions."
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 7:29 am
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Peyton would have given a great deal for the ground below her chair to open up just then to swallow her up. Maebe received a grateful look, one that flattened as she continued until fading blush flared anew and she lifted her hands to hide behind. Jesus ******** Christ, she hated how easily she blushed. Hated it.
When Maebe lay back and let her go the hands dropped, and Peyton was left frowning at the blonde in the bed, feeling guilty, though not entirely sure why, or that she had any reason to. Lips pursing, she tried to pull up something interesting she could share with the other girl that wasn't actually painful or damning to either herself or Taym, but anything that harmless was already out in about thinks to how very small the island was.
After a moment or two of awkward quietness she finally got to her feet. "I guess not. Sorry." The toe of one boot tapped against the toe of the other, leg bouncing. "But If you need anything, help getting around or just in general." A smile, hopeful and placating. "Just shoot me a message." She turned towards the door before Maebe had a chance to protest the offered help or laugh at it. Glancing back once to flash her a smile before slipping out of the room.
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