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 Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 3:16 am
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Yes…”, That was all Emily needed to hear before she chuckled and asked Kono’s sister for her autograph. Whoever long it took for the asian woman to leave, Emily wasted. When she thought that the lady was gone, Emily poked her nose under the table with a scrunched up nose.
“ I really hope that‘s your sister!”, but of course that really wasn’t her business, not that Emily really cared if she stepped on any toes. Somewhat ecstatic at the thrill from trying to not get caught, she looked at her Korean boy-band pop artist with a somewhat sly little smirk.
“ You gunna be like this every time we see her? Cause this is really fun.”
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 4:03 am
[Oh, I has it!] There was something tantalizingly spectacular about the way a that a woman could instantly perk at the sight of a man, and Annabelle’s face seemed to glow extra bright when she turned her head to look at him. Annabelle perhaps refused to willingly express the lightning that had flashed between them; but, Fang was not to modest. Even if she was only his for a few hours, that look was all for him, and Richard felt no shame in relishing that delight. Annabelle was a gorgeous woman, but when her entire body seemed to emanate joy, it was like he was staring at a Michelangelo painting. If not for being equally unwilling to give an impression that he needed her, Fang would have leaned in then and scooped her up in his arms for a kiss. Or, as the image in his head depicted, a merging of their mouths as his hands caressed down her body.
Feeling Annabelle’s warmth envelop him as she leaned in close to him, Richard wasted no time in sliding his hands around her waist and lightly tapping the pads of his fingers against her sides in polite friskiness.
“ Of course I slept well.”, Perhaps it was partly related to his nose being so close to her body, but it was in that moment when his brain latched onto Annabelle’s luscious scent and clung to it like cocaine. Certain that if he was a dog he would be able to follow her anywhere after his restless night, Richard purposefully ignored the fact that he spent hours dreaming of her scent and touch and kept his mind in the moment at hand. Annabelle was pouting her perfectly formed little mouth, and it caused his groin considerable pain not to lean forward those few inches and nibble her bottom lip.
“ I‘m just a little bit worried about this bottle of champagne I‘d rather share than drink alone.”, Richard had a reply at the ready upon hearing that little comment; but, before he could answer Tinkerbelle leaned in close and roughly nibbled on his chin in a mild gesture. Closing his eyes halfway as the lust and another sentiment darkened his eyes, Richard wasted no time in breathing in her scent and squeezing her body to him. He had just begun to kiss up and down the crease along her neck when she whispered a perfect little comment into his ear…and momentarily stole away his sanity from the blood rushing from his head. Brushing the tip of his tongue up her neck towards her ear as an immediate reply, Richard stopped before reaching her earlobe to suck on the stated area in a tease and lean away to press his mouth against her ear as well.
“ and I have not forgotten…”, Not ashamed of the advantages to size that he had been graciously blessed with, Fang elaborated his knowledge by trying to slide Annabelle’s fingers over the change of texture in the groin of his trousers. Realizing that he was being stared at by everyone in the bar, Fang paid extra attention to the beautiful woman in front of him so that girlfriends could smack their lovers, and men could earn some valuable pointers. However, as his hands brushed under Annabelle’s top without any reservations to caress up her abdomen, the thought of sharing champagne startled him. Sharing champagne was a celebratory thing, and something he never did with people he hardly new. Did Fang want to? The evidence below obviously displayed it; but, there wasn’t a way he would be willing to drink champagne if it was only one ******** that she was after, and so he spoke again.
“ I‘ll keep my promise…if you keep one for me.”, and being fully aware of how the animal qualities to his voice could make a woman go weak in the knees, Fang helped himself to playfully nudge his fingers in such a way that the tips seemed to hint that they were going to slide under her bra and caress more vital areas. If not for his body being so close, and some of the people having left the bar already, Fang would have been more discreet. Yes he was teasing her, but if she answered correctly then she wouldn’t have to wait very long to be satisfied.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 11:46 am
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“ and I have not forgotten…”
It was strange how anything Fang did seemed to send sparks coursing over her. That or her nerves were just paying extra attention when he was around. There hadn't been a man -so far- that had managed the same. Yet, at the same time... She couldn't predict him. He followed his d**k sure, but somehow he kept her interested. Hell, she hadn't kept an interest like this for more than a day.
She didn't resist him quite as much as the day before. There was no way she could erase the fact that she hadn't wanted to be interrupted the day before. If the guard had never been there then maybe she would've slept better, maybe she wouldn't be here starting their flirt from point one all over again. Though... Was it really point one if she was already this willing if she only just saw him? Being squeezed close to him and having her neck treated the way he did made her skin tingle.
“ I‘ll keep my promise…if you keep one for me.”
For a short moment, Annabelle's breath got stuck in her throat. The question definitely wasn't helped by the fact that he had been all too willing to make her feel just how excited was around her. That wasn't something people like them normally did... Right? She didn't like how confused she was, but she managed to give a fairly positive answer anyway.
"That really depends on the promise."
She muttered, slightly breathlessly. It didn't help that he was teasing her this much with hands and words.
"What did you have in mind?"
She then asked her voice taking on a playful tone as she decided to take a pretty rough bite on the man's earlobe.
─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ Yours truely,_____
______________Annabelle~
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 12:58 am
“ That really depends on the promise.”, Tinkerbelle muttered a little breathlessly as Fang combed the tips of his fingers along the lining of her little shorts. She was fitting into his plan so perfectly, and the thought of not having to just leave and break a girl’s heart (or be yelled at) only added to his enjoyment of this moment. It was rare he found someone as sexually demanding as himself, and that thought was part of the reason for the smirk that dotted his face. What did you have in mind? The nibble on his earlobe was what drew the man over the edge and the evidence could surely be felt pressing against her as he leaned in to her ear to comment.
“ Two days…”, Fang leaned in to brush the tip of his tongue along Annie’s neck in a sensual tease. “ sex…no strings…”, he leaned up to bite her neck in a n**. “ Before I go back to California and bid farewell to this snowy mountaintop.”
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 7:59 am
“ Of course Iorwen…we could go for a walk if it would help you feel more comfort-”
Iorwen first managed to get something of a smile on her face, but then Sarah's expression flushed over so suddenly that Iorwen didn't even need to guess who was there now. That was Bella coming into the restaurant. For a moment Iorwen wished that she could just disappear into the ground.
“ S-sarah?...is that-”
Iorwen bit her lower lip still wishing that she could sink through the ground or run out and get away with it, but she couldn't. Instead-
“ I-Io? A…are…Are you two here together?”
Really? Was that all? Whether she was here together with Sarah? What if she was? Would that make any difference? Not exactly right. On the inside Iorwen boiled, but on the eyes her eyes were pinned on Bella like two harpoons ready to shoot. What was she supposed to say? She had no idea and she just spewed the first thing that came to mind.
"Yes... Does it make a difference?" That came out more vicious than she had intended though. She had too much anger bottled up in her.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 12:56 pm
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“ Two days…”
Had he really just said that? Her mouth practically fell half open. That was like saying... That he didn't really want to go. Right? No now she was fooling herself. That's exactly what he wants... Or that's what Annabelle was convinced of. Even though h-
“ sex…no strings…”
She swallowed tightly when he bit her neck. As a matter of fact. For a moment she didn't feel electrified, just really really numb.
“ Before I go back to California and bid farewell to this snowy mountaintop.”
At that moment she chuckled lightly and that short moment of almost intense silence around her -or that's what her brain had made it out to be- left her to go back to before he said he wanted her for two days. Good news was though... The chance she'd ever see him again was nearly nil.
world a village my a**... If I can avoid my mother I can definitely avoid some hot guy from California. She mused quietly. before she got out of her chuckle and gave him an answer.
"Consider it a deal." She answered and then she slipped out of his grip and with book in hand she walked out of the bar with a certain swing in her hips she couldn't hide even if she wanted to.
At the elevators she pressed the call button and like the day before it was answered in a second. She got in, but as she turned around -finding Fang there like a dog for a bone- she kept him -gently- at arms length with a light shake of her head. She leaned in close again for a whisper her eyes darting over the lobby finding that damnable security guard there.
"I'd hate to get interrupted again." She said her nails dragging over the cloth on his chest. She then moved herself back completely in the elevator and pressed the button of what was her new floor.
"Run." She said with a teeny tiny wink before the elevator doors closed between them.
─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ Yours truely,_____
______________Annabelle~
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 3:39 am
[Me: Bella...what are you doing?!]
“ Yes…Does it make a difference?”, Stunned by Iorwen’s words, Bella froze in place and let her face pale as the evidence of it. Having thought the possibility to have been impossible, the idea that Iorwen and Sarah were on a date left her feeling a torrential pain in her chest. She wasn’t sure ‘whom’ the pain was most caused by, but she did know that she cared deeply for both. Sarah…because of obvious reasons. Sarah had been her girlfriend, hell, she had worn a very special kind of belt and in many ways took Sarah’s virginity, so there was an unbreakable bond between them…But then, Iorwen had been her best friend when Casey had been gone. She had been honest with Iorwen in many ways that she simply couldn’t forget and disregard. Had Bella had any inclination that the once-blonde woman had harbored feelings for her, Bella wasn’t sure how she would have reacted. Of course Iorwen was beautiful and she adored her completely…but her heart belonged to someone else…and while a part of it still missed Sarah and remembered their time together, she couldn’t change the facts. Once upon a time Sarah crushed her heart, and while she adored her, she didn’t think she could go through all that again and not lose the good parts of her soul. Knowing that Iorwen was speaking directly from her anger at her not calling for so long, Bella just looked at Sarah for some backup and saw a very confused woman.
“ Well it would…if you weren‘t lying.”, Bella grimaced and shook her head. Standing tall before setting her hand son her hips, Bella looked aside at the window before glancing at Sarah and feeling her heart sink several feet. The only thing worse was to see Casey and Harold back together and she might rush to the top of the building and just jump. Constantly reminding herself that she was pregnant…and she had kept it from Iorwen, Bella looked down at the ground as she considered being honest to a person who obviously didn’t want anything to do with her.
“ And you treat me like an a*****e.”, Not wanting to discuss the matter anymore, Bella turned around, sent an apologetic smile towards Sarah, and tried to walk out of the café.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 3:05 am
 
Meanwhile, when one person busted of angry for a lie, when another couple had their First steamy time and another lay almost devestated in his bedroom, yet another was searching for his brother. To say the least there wasn’t much progress and his siter didn’t seem to be able to find the pink haired boy either. For a guy with obvious hair Kono was pretty damn good at hiding or at least at staying out of sight.
For a while Makoto decided to give up on the search and stay seated on some stairs in the lobby, watching whoever passed by. As luck –or something else perhaps- would have it Casey joined him on the stairs after half an hour when his stomach was rumbling for a proper lunch. The raven head didn’t say much. He had just sat down next to a person he knew for some reason Makoto couldn’t phantom. If only he could read peoples mind, because the expression on male’s face was like it would rain forever more. Or something else that the man might consider bad weather.
“Hey.” Makoto tried, but he only got a hum or grunt as a response. Whatever was bothering the male was keeping him from even answering a simple greeting. To add to the uneasy feeling even. Makoto had the idea the man had been crying. If there was anything the Japanese male wasn’t used to was seeing a grown man with red rimmed eyes. Definitely not in public.
“You know... Whatever it is... Everything will be fine.”
“Maybe, maybe not. Life is just a dead end mess that won’t let up.”
“Well, let me offer you a drink with loose talk then.”
Casey took a dark box out of his pocket that definitely had the air of a ring box, the sort of thing people carried around when they were about to propose. Yet, the male gave it such a devastating and devastated look that Makoto doubted that the raven head was still planning to use it –if he had ever planned to do so to begin with. Either way, Makoto chose to ignore the existence of the box as soon as it went back in Casey’s pants pocket with a heavy sigh.
“I doubt you can help.” The raven head announced almost ominously. “But eating the walls up isn’t helping any better.” For a long time Makoto had to just stare at Casey without getting a straight answer. He hardly dared to speak a word. He was too used to a long gone companion of him that would scold a person if they started asking too many questions. He didn’t want to give Casey a reason to scold him. The man looked too shattered to have that pushed on him. After a while Casey eyed Makoto with a what are you waiting for look on his face.
“That meant yes” He informed and Makoto practically jumped up from the stairs on cue.
“Give me a minute to find my brother for his room key.” Casey in turn merely shrugged and waved his arm in a go ahead motion. He didn't quite look like he was planning to move any time soon. Makoto just hoped he wasn't going to be away for long enough to be let down.
He tried to retrace where he had already been and after a moment decided to take a look in the restaurant. Lucky for Mato it was an instant jackpot and he witnessed his brother with at least half red cheeks saying. "Iie."
Honestly Makoto didn't care what his brother was saying 'no not really' for with such cheeks, but his curiosity was slightly peeked when he noticed that little miss cat was sitting right next to him. He doubted the girl would've understood what he had said -and not even how ashamed it sounded- but he chose to ignore it and instead without hesitation went for the table. Kono took note of his brother approaching rather quickly and almost crawled under the table, but instead whiningly exclaimed.
"Oniisan~"
"tut tut... No need to worry. Here's the key to your room and try to keep our sister friendly. For the sake of both of us"
Kono blinked awkwardly for a moment when he got the key. Surprised that his brother seemed in such good spirits and didn't even scold him for running.
"What? You're going to leave me along with this rude girl?!"
"Your mess not mine." Makoto responded with a slight distant wave to Emily, before he went of on his way again and left no more room for his brother to protest. Makoto was pretty sure even a foxy little weasel like Kono couldn't hide that he hadn't just been asked to come along. Before Kono could even think of chasing his brother to escape Makoto practically rushed back to where he had left Casey. The male seemed awfully distant and it seemed that a few fresh tears were even glistening on his cheeks.
"Come now Casey-san. I know of a miracle that erases every cloud on your mind."
He bekoned Casey to come along and when the man seemed to hesitate Makoto simply reached out and dragged the raven head up from his spot on the stairs. He didn't let go after that and dragged -all gentle like- Casey along to the bar. There as luck would have it -again- he could order sake, Japanese rice wine. Makoto first let Casey have a taste -to which he first reacted quite expressively- before he shot of an old joke there was circulating in his family. He wasn't going to ask what was on Casey's mind, but after five stories and ten shots Casey started talking about when it was fun. Slowly the male dwaddled of to uncertain times -at which point Makoto had trouble still following what Casey was saying, because he was being very vague about it. Then Casey finished with a fight and a loss of hope and it was the latter that got Makoto's attention despite he had had fifteen shots of sake by then. The guy didn't think he'd ever be able to be happy again because of what he had done in the past.
"I can't erase the s**t I've done." Casey mused, half-laughing and half-crying with a pinch of bitterness. His talk already having turned to a bit more of a drunkards slur. Makoto hardly understood half of what Casey had been saying, but he didn't know that Casey had left out allot of details. So in way Makoto didn't quite get what the giant deal was.
"The past never ends the future. Just keep your head up silly."
The Asian reached out and pinched the raven head's shoulder tightly with an almost caring smile on his face.
"Thanks..."
"Never a problem."
Then they both stared at their empty glasses for a long time, both knowing they had had far too much to drink. Makoto even in such a maner that he didn't feel much restraint on his thoughts towards the male he hardly knew, but that enchanted him at the same time.
"Come... It's late and we both need sleep." Makoto said with slight giggle in his voice. With some delay they both left the bar, went for the elevators only to discover they were staying on the same floor. Some odd looks where exchanged and a couple of minutes later they were both standing in front of Makoto's room. Casey not going further for his room and Makoto unable to decide how he could say goodbye. After a while Casey started to speak.
"I t-"
"Hush... don't say a thing." Makoto then said placing a finger on Casey's lips. The raven head stared at the Asian. Not expecting the man to really do anything beyond that one finger. He was wrong though. Before his mind had much time to protest he found himself embraced and kissed by the drunken Makoto. Yet... He was so numb... too numb to protest... Too numb to return the gesture. It lasted a short while, probably only as long as Makoto could bear without risking too much embarrassment in the morning.
"Aishiteru." The asian whispered and in another few seconds he disappeared into his room leaving Casey standing there. All numb, lost and hopeless. After a moment Casey tightly swallowed and then simply continued on to his room. It was only there that his mind screamed that what had just happened was so wrong and that he had to make that clear to Makoto one way or another...
((FYI casey never opened the box... So far
AND OMG... I know what Casey would give if he DID propose... ever. =P
I might explain later why Kono might think Emily is particularly rude))
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 9:36 am
Bella had been awake since the early hours of the morning, when she woke up without Harold in the hotel room. Clutching the blanket over her body, the brunette had glanced at the door and missing suitcase with a heaviness curtaining over her heart. More than just the temperature was frigid, and she could feel the icy chill radiate from what had once been a warm and gentle place in her chest. Contrary to the strange beauty of the evening, perhaps it was something that she and Harold didn’t have to confess or speak openly about. Even with the events of last night...Bella could no longer deny that her heart belonged to someone else, and Harold’s absence seemed to convey that he knew that better than she did.
Waiting for several minutes, just in case Harold came back with some kind of breakfast, Bella simply laid down against her pillow and gingerly brushed the blanket down to observe her stomach. At this point the baby, whatever gender it was, was only starting to make her stomach push out an inch or two, but she already felt so very self-conscious about the bulge. A real man would never have that kind of a bulge outside of just gaining weight, and she couldn’t help but feel that realization and remorse for what she couldn’t change. As the cold within her chest painfully throbbed in the attempt to thaw itself out, she soon realized that a painful numbing was much more enjoyable than the broken heart that lay bleeding underneath.
Whether or not she knew that her relationship with Skull didn’t have very many sands left in the hourglass, the knowledge that there was little time left still wounded her dearly. In curling her knees up to her chest, she meditated on the confusion storming in her chest in the realization that she did deeply love Harold Kempt. But his absence spoke louder than words, and she couldn’t help but feel the sting of it. Losing either of them would hurt just as deeply, but there was nothing she could do. She couldn’t think of any kind of future with Harold when she desperately missed someone else. Yes losing Harold would be a crushing blow, but it wouldn’t...destroy her.
Knowing there was little to do but find excuses to delay the inevitable, Bella got up from her bed and picked up her scattered clothing. Twenty minutes later the brunette was wandering the halls looking for the once painted fellow so that they could talk, and it finally took texting him to get a word in edgewise. In the end she couldn’t find him, but he did respond to the text...and as he explained in one message he didn’t have the strength to have the conversation in person. As painful as it was, she couldn’t blame him for it. And so, returning to Harold’s hotel room, Bella started to pack her things when she saw a little notebook and a pencil next to what looked to be scribbles. Perhaps Harold had tried to write a note and couldn’t. ‘ You should go talk to Casey...’, her mind piped up, but she was too wounded to do so after her long phone talk with Skull. Nodding to herself, Bella just grabbed the notebook and left the room.
Hours later Bella had checked into another room outside of the main hotel in the hopes of not bumping into Harold and thus not pour lemon juice on either of their emotional wounds. If she walked into Harold, it would be too painful for her to see him and not miss him. She had already made her decision, and it simply wouldn’t be fair to him or Casey to...let herself feel that way now. Biting down on her lip in her hotel room, Bella thought of Calling Casey and talking to him, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She knew she would make a bumble of herself and say the wrong thing, so at the very least she wrote a return letter to ‘read’ over the phone but found that it would be better if he read it and then they talked about it. So sitting down at the little desk, she wrote the letter and gasped at certain parts. A little embarrassed about other sections. ‘ Why the hell did you write ‘wait’? Thats like saying you’ll ever be pregnant again. Perfect idea. Scare him away.’ Trying to laugh at herself when the fear of rejection caged her heart like a vice, Bella shakily folded the final letter up and wrote ‘Casey’ in big letters on the outside of it.
However ready she thought she was to give the letter to Casey, all that changed when she finally figured out which room was his and poked her nose around the corner. To be frank, it didn’t take a genius to see the asian fellow ‘ What was his name?!?’ walking down the hall with Casey. Suddenly petrified of being seen, Bella whisked her head around the corner as quickly as it took to breathe. Images of the previous time she saw that mad flooding through her brain and turning her skin pale. Just watching Mato and Casey have playful banter at the dinner table made Bella wish she could take what she said back and run upstairs to beg Harold for protection but she knew she couldn’t afford to stay cowardice. Surely they were just on a FRIEND date...right? It was noon...they had to just be in a silly mood to be walking a little awkwardly. ‘ They wouldn’t...go in there together...’ Not after the letter Casey wrote her. At yet, she couldn’t shake the dreadful feeling that something wasn’t right about this situation. Like she shouldn’t be nearby...that she was intruding on private time together. Pangs of agony throbbing in her chest, Bella bit down on her lip once more before peeking her head around the corner again.
She couldn’t tell what was being said, but -something- had been said, and being that she stood -behind- Casey she couldn’t tell if he said anything back. All she could tell of the situation was the expression on Mato’s face, and he in no way appeared to have been having a terrible time. Worried and apprehensive, Bella tried to breathe to not hold in air but it came out in a shaky breath. She hadn’t any idea that her eyes had watered in the verge of tears before that shaky breath, but she couldn’t afford to lose herself to her fear when this could all be an ugly misunderstanding. Almost despising the asian man for even thinking he had a chance with Casey, Bella sent him a preemptive glare and turned her attention towards the back of Casey’s head. Back and forth watching the pair from her hidden spot.
Run Bella. Run before you see something terrible.
Bella pretended that she couldn’t hear the voice of warning in her head as she stood by and watched the other man put one finger over Casey’s mouth. That was a torture indeed, but it was at least one that Bella thought to be bearable. Feeling in her stomach that she should rush from her spot and get Casey’s attention, Bella moved just enough to feel the overwhelming cold steal all the strength from her body. She couldn’t bear the thought of Casey turning around and sending her a glare. Or even a blank stare. Clutching the wall when Mato kissed Casey, Bella was certain that her heart stopped the moment his lips met with Casey’s. Torn between rushing out and punching one of them in the face or staying in her hiding spot, Bella simply froze and tried to desperately think of a reason to stop them. To have reason to feel justified in the intensity of the heartbreak freezing her like a doe in headlights. Its just payback for you kissing Harold the other day, her mind piped up...but Casey didn’t know she was even here, so how could it be payback? ‘ No! If I WASN’T with Harold and THEN got together AFTER I got Casey’s letter, then yeah, I’d have no reason to be upset!’ But she had already been in a relationship and-- It doesn’t matter! You shouldn’t have delayed so long! While that was certainly true, her heart was claimed by such a passionate anger that she tried not to let her hands bunch up into fists. ‘ How long did I ******** wait for him to TALK to me!? and he can’t wait Two ******** weeks! Thats bullshit! That is BULLSHIT!’, given the way that Casey or Mato seemed to sway ‘just a little’, her mind came up with what should have been a pleasant alternative.
Casey’s just drunk...see, they aren’t going in there together. Casey is going in there alone!
But the possibility of him being drunk had been too painful for her to face before this moment. Realizing that Casey could be drunk was the worst possible scenario for Bella to feel, and the pain in her heart was so excruciating that she couldn’t hide the torment on her face. Her chin starting to tremble just slightly from the onslaught of tears trying desperately not to fall, Bella turned around abruptly to hide from Mato before letting out a shaky breath just in case Mato saw her and told Casey. Desperately hoping not to be seen, Bella clutched the wall and rested her head against it in defeat at the rush of memories of their night together permeating her brain.
“ Please...no... ”, The pain of an old bliss making her heart sensitive and fragile before the hammer fell made the pain that much more unbearable...and her body began to tremble as the strength left her barely able to stand on her own. ‘ That was...’, Slamming her eyes shut, unable to even think it without pain, Bella scratched her fingers against the wall and remembered when Casey had kissed her against a wall after Einian had been especially flirtatious at that party with blood seeping down the inside of her chest. ‘ Our kiss.’
The weight of what she carried in her chest was outweighed by the devastation of her own foolishness. Why would you put so much stock in a drunken kiss? As you can see here, its not as important to him as it was to you. If you weren’t a woman this wouldn’t matter to you, you wouldn’t be this weak. Unable to handle the outpouring of insults and replays of the kiss Mato planted being seen over and over again in her mind’s eye, Bella tried to control the amount of her body shaking as she peeled the letter from her coat pocket and gingerly ripped it up into two pieces.
One could never imagine how hard it was just to get a grip enough to tear something that she had hoped would fix everything, but before she knew it she was holding two entities. The word ‘Casey’ torn horizontally in such a way that half of the letter had the upper portion of his name like a ‘best friends’ necklace that had the heart cut the wrong way. Watching the broken pieces with an indescribable numb feeling, it was almost as though someone else had taken the letter from her and ripped it for her. She no longer felt like herself as she clutched the two pieces in each hand and squeezed to crumble them further as acid tears streamed down her face.
‘ The hell you meant that to me! You’re always so wishy washy with what you want! Well don’t count on me to keep waiting for you to know what you want. You and him can be perfectly happy together! and have all the drunken kisses you want.’, Standing there for what felt like an eternity, when Bella glanced around the hallway she saw Mato disappear around a corner and realized that Casey was in his hotel room.
Pity she didn’t have the heart to talk to him anymore.
Walking so softly that her feet didn’t make any noise (as if a drunken man had the clarity to notice regular steps at this point) Bella let the papers fall on the floor in front of the hotel room door before using her foot to symbolically shove them underneath it. Of course she was too petrified of being seen in this weakened state to risk making any noise with her foot on the paper; but, point was made...whether he figured it out now or hours later. Secretly hoping for hours, Bella rushed away as fast as she could to not make any noise on the carpet before heading to her cabin room and locking the door. Metaphorically forever. Starring down at the unspeakably cold and empty room knowing that she was alone to raise her baby, Bella realized there was something else...largely overdue, that had to be done. Picking up her cellphone, Bella bit down on her lip one more time as more fluid burned down her face and dialed her mother’s house phone number.
Ring...ring...ring...Ten years paused between each ring as Bella slid down the door and let herself become defeated by grief.
xxx“ Hello?”, Danielle sounded as chipper as ever, and if possible that made things more difficult to push past and speak between the quiet gasps for oxygen.
“ M-mom.”, Her mother sounded terribly surprised based on the silence and gasp on the other end, and Bella didn’t need to second guess that her mother could hear the tears in her voice.
“ Hey bebe, how’s the ski trip?”, Contemplating the thought of weeping and slowly wading into the shocking confession, Bella couldn’t stand the idea of prolonging the inevitable any longer.
“ I’m pregnant.”, there was silence on the other end.
“ What?”, Bella slammed her eyes shut and tried to imagine ripping a band-aid off of a tender wound and answering just as swiftly.
“ I’m pregnant...Mom.”, another lengthy unbearable silence that felt like arrows of thoughts being shot from her mother’s brain. How on earth could this happen when her daughter was a practicing lesbian? Something horrible had to have happened, or she had gotten involved in drugs, or she was sleeping around. The possibilities of what her mother could have been thinking of were impossible to ignore and Bella couldn’t help but feel the sting of them slam into her chest. She expected disapproval, she expected rejection, and deep down she wouldn’t mind someone calling her an idiot right now.
…………………
“ Oh.”, Pressing her eyebrows together in confusion at just hearing ‘oh’ from her mother, Bella pressed her head forward and then rocked it back to smack the back of her head against the door very softly. Just rough enough to punish herself without the noise entering the mouthpiece. Seriously?! Thats it? At least the brunette didn’t have to wait as long as the initial pause to hear a little elaboration on the subject. If only it didn’t feel like an eternity of waiting for her to speak. ‘ Come-on mom...just ask...its okay. Just come right out and say it.’
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“ Who’s the father honey?”, Her mother sounded to have been in a state of shock, and Bella couldn’t blame her for being overwhelmed. However, she had expected to be chided or asked if what she planned on doing with the baby...and her mother had asked a much harder question to answer. The sheer thought of the truth shattering what was left of the perfect next door neighbor family story was almost too devastating to say, and for a moment Bella considered lying and saying Harold. Chances are he isn’t the father. When her life began to sound like a Maury television episode, Bella didn’t know, but if not for her aversion to smacking people with chairs she might have contemplated being a candidate for the Jerry Springer show in this moment. Ashamed, Bella just tried not to weep as she thought of Casey’s name. Saying it felt bitter and painful, like a child saying their first bad word and expecting the punishment to be coming at any moment.
“ C-...Casey...”, Bella muttered in a watery voice, deeply ashamed of knowing that her own mother couldn’t visit Casey’s family anymore and not have this news hovering between them. Could their parents still hang out and not think less of their children? How often would they discuss the ‘grandchild that could have been’? Her mother should have been mortified by this news...unfortunately she wasn’t...and Bella was so transfixed by the conversation that she didn’t see the beginnings of another snow storm brewing outside the window. Bella simply assumed that the cold was related to her own devastation, and the freezing temperatures were all in her head.
“ Oh honey why didn’t you say so sooner?” ‘ What?’ “ How long have you known?” and suddenly the floodgates opened and her mother asked too many questions for Bella to answer in her weakened state.
“ Does Casey know? Just wait til I see Nina tomorrow, she'll be so happy-”, There was an almost joyous sigh that resembled a scoff and left Bella feeling terribly confused. Drowning in the pain in her heart, the idea of her mother making any kind of happy noise startled her more than any disapproval that she expected to hear and it left Bella too stunned to do anything but blink away the water in her eyes.
“ W-w-...?”, Danielle Lugosi was probably doing her famous ‘phew the worst is over’ hair swish and combing her fingers through her locks based on the pause that accompanied the startling noise and Bella felt herself forget to breathe. Time eased on and her lips felt like they burned from chapping up at the cold temperature and lack of breathing to soothe her mouth from the surprise. Somehow, as most parents tend to do, Danielle heard the unformed ‘what?’ shivering and shaking into the mouthpiece, and so Bella looked down and braced herself for something terrible. It was mortifying when her mother knew that she was crying, it made her feel weak and powerless...a terrible sensation indeed.
“ Is Casey there with you? Are you two visiting home soon? You know I’m not surprised. Nina and your father always thought you two would hit it off-”, Bella was certain that her mother was trying to be comforting; but, it seemed her mother had gotten the very worst idea about this entire affair. Had her mother just said ‘i’m so happy you two are together’ it would have been a devastating blow by itself to have knowingly let down her mother, but to hear her mother speak of her dead father having hoped for it too...and letting him down in the afterlife, it was simply too strong a weight to be able to bear. Nearly dropping the phone as it slid down from finger weakness, Bella tried not to sniffle as she thought up the fastest lie she could think off and mumbled it into the phone in as normal a watery voice as she could muster. ‘ G-god no...whyy? ’ Poor Nina... She would be devastated as well.
“ O-oKkay m-mom. Igh, gotta go now. Kk-ay?”
xxx “ Honey are you crying?” Obviously. Nope, she just naturally couldn’t pronounce basic words.
“ Nnnooo...”, Bella had to take an enormously loud sniffle not to gag on the fluid building up in her mouth, and she knew that there was no way her mother could remain in the dark to her daughter’s tears. However, the thought of her mother trying to comfort her just rubbed in her own inadequacies and the brunette simply couldn’t bear the thought of -everyone- she cared for thinking less of her. So she spoke fast and clicked the phone shut as tears gobbed down her face and merged with other less favorable fluids to build in her mouth and nose.
xxx“ Buhhyyhh mom!”, Snapping the phone shut and resisting the urge to throw it just so her mom couldn’t call her back, Bella silenced the phone and shut it off before sliding it away from her and pressing her body against the cold surface of the door locked behind her. ‘ How haven’t I hurt everyone I know?’, remembering Iorwen, who obviously couldn’t stand her, and Sarah...who had been on a date with the blonde, Bella looked down and wept to herself as quietly as possible. She couldn’t go back to Harold now, and she sure as hell wouldn’t be rushing back to Casey, so it seemed she had two choices. Raise the baby alone, or give it up for adoption. There was of course a third option that started to look tempting, but thankfully the room didn’t come with any liquor and sleeping pills in which to try and miscarry with. Distraught at the knowledge that she couldn’t be what her mother wanted or what Casey wanted, Bella snuggled her arms around her knees to try and trick herself into feeling like she was being held by someone for the longest time.
As the storm brewed more fiercely outside and bellowed in the developing darkness.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 10:51 am
It seemed like the day couldn't get any worse. Up until ten minutes ago the evening had decided to be fine and dandy, but apparently somebody hated him and decided that it had to turn against him. He should've locked himself up in his room like he had first thought of doing. If only some hunger hadn't driven him out in search of food. The odd entertainment from Asian man seemed like a welcome distraction and it was, but he hadn't counted on the Asian to bear sentiments for him of any sort.
Get up, get out and tell the man it's a total and complete mistake
Casey's consciousness was definitely working at a faster pace than his awake mind and body and it didn't help that the general feel of helplessness was drawing tears into his eyes again.
Oh God no... Don't cry... Just do whatever, but don't cry. what are you a toddler?
Perhaps he was, because he couldn't handle any sort of relationship with out damaging it beyond recognition. Look what he did with Harold, soon he'd have to blow out on Makoto because he got the completely wrong impression and worst of all... Most of all: The person he cared for the most seemed unable to share more than ten words with him without either one of them faltering into stupidity or giving into an easy comfort.
If only she had kissed me... If only she had acknowledged the selfless action that I tried to make everything right with.
It definitely didn't help that Harold had been on the verge of leaving merely hours before. The idea of picking up the pieces for what damage Harold leaving might do left Casey completely mortified. He was out of ideas, out of tricks, out of a game to play. It didn't help to just try and start from the point of friends again. It didn't help to be honest, because then things got out of hand and he'd merely run. Hell, doing the one thing he didn't want to do hadn't even helped. So what would? Not more kissed, not more honest, not more letters... Casey was just at the edge of an abyss in his brain that definitely didn't help him to hold any hope. Yet, he was in no way going to flutter like a butterfly again, because he was indeed afraid to be alone.
shift... shift, tud
The tiny little noises in his room made Casey furrow his brows in confusion and he sat up from his bed staring in darkness for what might have been the origin of the sound. That didn't help, so he had to turn a light on that deranged his eyes painfully. Another reason not to be this drunk. That and he hardly realized he was staring at two shredded paper piece for five minutes. Sadly enough for his reaction time his heart was already to numb to register the symbolism that was just into his room. All it made him do was grit his teeth nervously as he rose from his bed to reach out and grab the two partially crumbled pieces. Only then he realized the origin and it quite his hart him like a brick with nine inch nails worked into it's surface making it sting and heavy.
Oh Billy... Don't even have the heart to say it to my face...
He couldn't help the thought as he did take the effort to flatten the papers to as close as he could get them to their original state before trying to piece them together with a mind that didn't help him to do that. The letter didn't quite start as he expected. He was expecting her to at least start with the grave news, but instead... she started with how she fought herself. Casey sighed at that point mostly to keep tears from blurring his sight now. Heaven forbid they'd land on the paper and blur the writing. No... he didn't have the mind to decipher more than that.
A while later when he finished the letter there was no helping it any more. Tears were full on ready to flow as he himself crumbled the pieces in endless frustration of this back and forth tugging they had been at for months now. He growled, angry at himself and his stupid behaviour for this whole day. But most of all he yelled for losing hope at the worst timed moment ever
His hand were by now balled to fist and his nails were digging into the skin of his palms through the paper in sheer frustration.
If only you had the same determination to get your a** up and kiss her, we wouldn't be here.
His mind seemed to find this a good time to start gloating and it hurt even more than the message of the letter and the fact that it was shredded together.
Get your a** up and go there... NOW
And on the sheer willpower of not letting his consciousness get the upper hand on him he got up and stumbled around his room for a proper coat to get outside to find that cabin with room 416 in. The moment he got out of his room he sprinted like his life depended on it. No! His life depended allot upon this and by God he prayed that Bella would at least be in the cabin. Hell, he didn't even realize that a certain ring box was left open in the middle of his bed.
There seemed to be just some sort of well that Bella had unconsciously tapped into with Casey and in mere minutes and faster then he'd ever be with an elevator Casey was downstairs in the lobby. He didn't even bother to ask directions and merely went where his heart was tugging to, sure it wasn't the perfect compass, but about a dozen minutes after Bella had hung up on her mother Casey had found the cabin and the right room.
"Billy!" He called out loudly, but somehow doubt struck again making him thing she wasn't in there and behind the door. Somehow he thought the ice melting on his head would be a cold in punishment for this mess he made. At the same time as doubt came in though he started banging his cold red fists on the door.
"Bella! Please!.... Open the door!" Yet, there was no response, no shuffling, no sudden chocking sounds of tears flowing and it didn't help Casey at all.
"Please!... Just don't be somewhere ******** else!" He continued banging on the door with furry.
"I swear I'll kick this door in!" He banged even louder for a moment there but then it weakened as despair set in because this wasn't going like he was some prince on a white horse. Ugh, He'd never be a prince and definitely he wouldn't own a white horse.
"I swear." He said more in a whisper than anything else as he slid down to his knees against the door tears really falling from his eyes this time.
"I love you billy..." He said to the door. "Because you're the bee and I'm the bumble." He added from an old joke they had going as kids and somehow it seemed more fitting than ever. He sniffled for a second.
"I really do... It's so bad that I can't even call it love any more." He just kept on rambling looking up in deep hopes of seeing the door open.
"I need you to live... Hell, hear me... I can't even breathe..."
Was there shuffling? Please let it not be a figment of his mind.
"Please... Let me breathe..."
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 11:53 am
Bella stared at her phone for several minutes after the call ended, half scared that the turned off phone would spring to life with the number of her mother trying to call her back. No doubt her mother would eventually pester her into talking if she did turn on the blasted contraption; but, she didn’t have the strength to soothe her mother’s concerns anymore. There was only one thought passing through her mind, and that was to flee and to flee quickly. Before the storm locked her here in this awful place with no chance of escape from the prison she had entombed herself in. Standing up from the floor to walk closer to the largest window and bite her lip, she could tell by the way the sky looked that the storm was not letting up anytime soon…in fact…it was getting worse.
Snowflakes and sprinkles of hail littered the ground as the winds raged the pieces to and fro like a haunted snow globe with murderous intentions. Had Bella any idea that Harold had contemplated walking out onto the frozen lake to end himself, she might have agreed that the mountains were a bit thirsty for fresh blood. There was something about that awful storm that seemed to be a very appealing way to go, if she had the heart to attempt it. ‘ Can‘t run forever…’, not while she had a baby. She could kiss certain dreams goodbye, the nightmares with them. If only her thoughts couldn’t drift back to Casey, because she realized that she should have torn off the bottom of one letter so that he wouldn’t be able to find her location. If anything he would come here and want to know why she was being so childish, and her heart couldn’t handle the thought of it. When she -thought- she heard Casey’s voice, she had planned in her head several times to just shout something along the lines of: ‘******** you!’ or ‘******** off!’ or ‘Get the hell away’ but when she realized he was really outside the brunette froze in terror and just listened…
“ Billy!”, The fear stabbed her in the chest like she had been slammed with something rough. Unable to breathe, she just stared at the door in shock. Casey wasn’t supposed to find her letter for hours, after giving the storm a chance to be inhospitable for travelers. ‘Now you’re stuck here with him. You can’t shoo him away to die…’ herself was another matter entirely, and for a moment she wondered if the windows could open so she wouldn’t be caught here by the person who could just show up and magically make his actions with Mato perfectly okay.
Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!
“ Bella! Please!…Open the door!”, Bella desperately wanted to, but the sound of the thumping against the door and the volume of his yelling with that pain-ridden voice froze her where she stood. Watching with a pale face and stunned disposition, Bella gasped softly and tried to force her body to move and wake up from whatever slumber had taken over her ability to walk.
“ Please!…Just don‘t be somewhere ******** else!”
BANG!BANG!BANG!BANG!
“ I swear I‘ll kick this door in!”, For the first time in many years, Bella actually thought that Casey would do it. Unable to think of Casey as the sort to break into something, with the exception of birthday presents that were wrapped too expertly, and the banging on the door froze Bella and unfroze her to the point where all she could do was raise one arm and anxiously put it back to her side again. Feeling more like a timid cat than a genuine person, the brunette opened her mouth to speak but found all words stolen from her vocabulary. There was a noise, like sliding, and Bella had the impression that Casey had slid down on the floor. Imagining him to be in a calmer disposition, Bella waddled towards the door and pressed her ear against it…just to see if he was gone.
“ I swear…I love you Billy…”, Bella’s face tightened painfully as her chin began to tremble ever so slightly in the onslaught of unshed tears. Casey sounded so wounded by her silence, and it seemed impossible to not imagine him to be crying outside the door while she hid from him inside. A deep part of her thought that Casey would quiet down now, stay outside, and not say anything for a while; and so she turned her head and prepared herself. Tried to think of whether or not it was wise or safe to open the door and let him in. The possibilities of what could happen. Strangely, all she could imagine were physical things. At the very least of her holding him until he stopped crying, at the very worst a repeat of their illicit night together. For the first, holding him would be hard to do without the latter occurring, and for the second…even if that didn’t happen, if he tried to kiss her she would be done for. How on earth could she refuse him if he was this persistent? ‘ Casey why do you have to make this so hard on me!’ If he was so surefire about her then why was he going on dates with other people?
“ Because you‘re the bee and I‘m the bumble.”, If Casey could hear it, Bella made a noise that was in-between a sniffle and a giggle. To be perfectly honest Bella wasn’t sure which one the noise was, because it felt like both in the same instance. Wanting to laugh and cry at the same time was typically the moments that embarrassed a person the most. Great, get snot everywhere. Of course she hadn’t sneezed or blown anything from her nose, but to try and keep the alien giggle from being heard…Bella incidentally smacked herself in the face with her palm. The pain in her nose throbbed vehemently as a result, and the woman was now certain that her face would be so much redder than it had been before. It was also extremely hard to stay upset at someone when they inspired those kind of reactions. She still wanted to cry, but for an instant she had wanted to scoff from humor as well. ‘ Gosh, that sounds like sex code without birds.’
“ I really do…It‘s so bad that I can‘t even call it love anymore.”, Feeling horribly guilty to keep shutting Casey out though every throb in her chest demanded that she keep it shut, Bella looked down between her feet and the door; torn between what to do. Don’t open it. He’s just going through withdrawal. He‘s drunk… Thank god her mind decided to pop in the second bit, because the thought of Casey drunk reminded her of their history and just made her want to open the door and kiss him. The pain still froze her from grabbing the handle, but she did nudge several steps closer to the door.
“I need you to live…”, Bella bit down on her lip in anxiety, wondering if her refusal would make him do something drastic to himself. ‘ No Casey…don‘t do that…I‘ll go insane if you do that to yourself…’
“ Hell, hear me…I can‘t even breathe…”, Bella pressed her fingers against the cold doorknob but felt her fingers freeze in place from fear. “ Please…Let me breathe…”
There were a lot of things that Bella could resist or ignore; but, she couldn’t stand by if he couldn’t function unless she opened the door. Don’t, he’ll change his mind in three weeks tops, but Bella’s heart was too beaten to listen to anymore doom and gloom prophecies of calamity. ‘ I need you too…’, She thought as she stared down at her immobile hand, wishing she had the strength to say something out loud to comfort him with. Unfortunately in a breathless state herself, Bella wet her lips and tried to breathe unsuccessfully before snapping open the doorknob like a band-aid and looking at Casey with a tear-washed face and trembling features. Not thinking of the consequences, she opened the door all the way and took a step backwards so she wouldn’t be trampled in front of anyone she didn’t know. Somehow imagining that she would be snatched into an embrace of some kind, Bella stood there in hopeful expectation that hid itself behind the fear that kept her hands trembling. Thinking that maybe he was stunned to move as well though, she only wanted a moment before rushing close to hold him and squeezing her arms around his freezing body. Burying her face in his chest the second she was able to.
“ …I couldn‘t breathe…”
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 12:21 pm
Casey was pretty much ready to cast his eyes down sit there for a minute or two more before giving up on Bella's possible presence there and leaving. Yet, before that path even had a chance of happening the door did open and in a way it was both healing and heart shattering for Casey at the same time. He hadn't been rambling his confessions to a door with nobody behind. No, Bella was right there and just as tear faced as him. There was even the possibility that she looked worse for wear than Casey. It didn't take him too long to practically race up from the ground to embrace Bella. His precious Billy-bee.
“ …I couldn‘t breathe…”
Neither could Casey, but instead of saying that he held a bit tighter to him. He didn't need to repeat himself. It was obvious, right there and then that he was completed by merely her embrace. How warm it even was, how easy it was to get lost in her scent and warmth, but it didn't have to go so far. No, this needed time to mend itself into order again. Time to forget about how often things could have been different.
"Oh... Billy" He whispered almost silently in her hair that he was caressing at the same time. He added a tiny kiss in the mass of brunette before he could even think of possibly letting go of her. Casey didn't muster much more than a few inches back while still holding on to her. It took him this long the hold her this close, this genuinely. It had to last.
"I...You..." Casey took a deep breath, swallowed hard. "I had given up." He admitted, whether it was alcohol induced or not. "I though you..." But Casey didn't find the word to express his thoughts and merely drew Bella close to him again. What else could he do really? It didn't matter how frozen his hands might be nor did it matter how much he was despairing this morning. He was here... Where it mattered.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 9:51 pm
“ Oh...Billy”, Casey’s words felt like soft velvet as they flooded into Bella’s ears. She could feel the softness of his whisper rumble through his chest as his hand caressed through her hair. There had been such a great expanse of time, it seemed, since they last touched or held each other and for so long Bella had feared that his embrace would sting. If anything, she wondered if this moment was real, it felt so radiant. Casey’s fingers brushing through her hair were thankfully a constant reminder that this touch of heaven wasn’t a dream. As if she did still doubt, though, Bella’s arms clutched around Casey’s body and she tried to bury her face into his cold neck. Breathe in his unique scent. So much could have been said in this moment, but Bella didn’t have the heart to break the perfect silence first. Just one little moment of forever.
“ I...You...”, Hearing Casey speak, Bella raised her head just enough to lock eyes with him. The remnant of fear glistening in her eyes beneath far more tender emotions. Casey took a breath, and Bella tried her best to absorb what air she could before he spoke again as her fingers combed down his back in gentle strokes. As if to stop touching him in some way would make Casey evaporate, but as she brushed his body, she began to notice how cold he was, so she started to brush her hands towards his own in the hopes of squeezing his hand and warming his fingers.
“ I had given up.”, ‘ What?’, Bella’s eyes bulged slightly in shock as her hands froze where they were at Casey’s elbows in surprise. Hearing Casey say that was almost as devastating as a mild rejection. ‘ If he gave up..then why would he come here? How could he be so certain that I had...’, Bella couldn’t even answer that thought because she already knew the reason. She had simply delayed too long, and the kisses she gave Harold probably made him think things...but then...How is that fair!? He sure didn’t wait very ******** long before trying to move on! Who’se to say he won’t give up easy again!? Bella couldn’t bear the pain of such a question, so she distracted herself by hiding eye contact so that Casey wouldn’t see the pain on her face. Whether that worked poorly or not remained to be seen, but as it was Casey started to explain more, and she bit her lip to keep from saying anything that could ruin this.
“ I thought you...”, His words felt like salt on a wound and Bella couldn’t help but scrunch up her face in painful discomfort. It was a very good thing that Casey drew her close to him, because had she not been overwhelmed by the warmth of the action, she might have recoiled back into the bedroom from the combination of guilt and anger swarming through her heart. Swiftly clutching Caseys hands with her own shaky fingers, Bella trembled as she raised her head again and just let out a fast breath to prepare herself. Given the choice between yelling at him or tugging him closer to try and vent her feelings; Bella refused to keep pondering the matter and tried to cup her hands under Casey’s face and kiss him. If he stopped her it was to his own destruction, simply because the sheer thought of Casey trying to move on so soon made her want to smack him...but then...being in Casey’s arms felt so wonderful...He’s freezing! Get him inside! For once, a thought he could agree with.
“ Shhh...”, Bella softly chided as she clutched Casey close and squeezed him to her. Pressing just three little kisses along Casey’s neck, Bella moved her body backwards enough to have a few inches of space before turning her head towards her room and gesturing with a little nod.
“ You’re freezing cold...come inside, we can talk in here.”, and starting to walk backwards, Bella could only hope that Casey wouldn’t be block-headed about this.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 10:46 am
In a way Casey was feeling slightly stubborn, because he wanted to be honest. He wanted Bella to know just how much of an idiot he had been in the last full day. Whether she had directly or indirectly caused it. It was his own fault his own stupidity that had him there with a head not worth mentioning even.
“ Shhh...”
"I'm sorry for being an idiot." Casey mumbled before he realized Bella was actually trying to get him out of the cold. It only came into his mind then how frozen he felt to almost the bone marrow. Even if he was drunk and spouting things out like a fool Billy still took care of him. Casey couldn't say he had been doing the same thing for her and in the spurr of the moment right now -if he had been stupid enough to bring the infernal thing with him- he might have proposed and promised to take care of her forever more. Like he used to, before jealousy became part of the equation.
“ You’re freezing cold...come inside, we can talk in here.”
Casey obeyed, what else was he going to do? Doom himself in the snowstorm... No, bad idea. Once inside Casey rather quickly shut the door behind him before drawing Bella into another tight hug.
"I hope I can make up for the time I wasted." He added in another mumble and with a heavy sigh.
"I'm glad you opened the door for me." It seemed Casey wasn't going to stop with talking and the more he said the more it became obvious how nervous he was. It didn't matter how stable he seemed in holding her, he was just incredibly nervous.
"What am I saying... Billy..." Casey let go of her for a moment rubbing his hand over his face in hopes of making him stop spilling wasted words. Though it didn't seem to get to him that it was probably just best to shut his yap and leave it all at that for now. A reunion wasn't the moment to drag their completely last six months in the room.
"Bill... ugh... sorry... My head isn't right." He finally admitted unable to move, only able to feel incredibly ashamed instead of feeling how warm she still was for him.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 10:29 am
In the midst of this interlude with casey, bella couldn't help but feel that he was too intoxicated to have this conversation. As much as they did have things to talk about, now was not the best time. you will have time later to fix things ... nodding from her own conscience, Bella Send to casey a mischievous Little smirk becore chuckling a little. Casey Could be really cute sometimes, Especially when he was a complete mess. Gently trying to tug him inside more, bella gestured towards the bed.
" I love you, but there's no point talking about this drunk.", her eyes flickered over towards the bed. " come on, let's get some sleep."
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