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 Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 3:36 pm
Caleb sighed. "...Then I will take your word as truth."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 3:37 pm
Moé hugged him.
"That's the spirit, Sir! You should be more confident, you have various things to feel good about."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 3:42 pm
Caleb began to turn a rose color again. "...Would you be one of those things?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 3:43 pm
Moé blushed cutely.
"Wh-What do you mean by that, sir...?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 3:55 pm
"...I would expect for yourself to understand." Caleb said, pointing the mask at her.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 4:00 pm
Moé's mouth went dry; her body wasn't telling her to just kiss and hug him, since she had 600 times the mental clarity she had before, but she was still shy, regardless of all the previous times she had kissed him.
Her heart-- not Bifrost this time-- thumped wildly as she tried to summon up the courage to respond.
She couldn't.
Moé just stood there, staring, in dismay that she couldn't do anything to encourage his love, now that her body wasn't going through the motions for her.
She was silent, her legs weak, her throat dry as a sandbox.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 4:05 pm
Caleb looked down at her. He turned his head to the right slightly. "Does something ail you?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 4:06 pm
Moé paused.
"I-I..."
She began to twiddle her fingers.
"S-Sir... I... I..."
Her throat locked again, and though she obviously made the effort to speak, she couldn't.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 4:12 pm
Caleb did not understand why she could not speak. Slowly, his arms rose and wrapped around her.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 4:17 pm
Moé felt a wash of emotional warmth come over her, and her stomach tightened. Clearing her throat, she leaned up, and, phasing, gave him her first sincere, loving kiss, not caused by her hormonal body.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 4:24 pm
Caleb felt her lips on his chapped cracked lips. This time it was different, a certain feeling was added. His body untensed. He rubbed the beak of the mask across her cheek.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 4:27 pm
Moé did not want to voice her pleasure, for fear it would be obnoxious and inappropriate, but instead continued to kiss him, wrapping her arms around him with the feeling of scared inexperience.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 4:32 pm
Caleb's breathing slowed. He continued to stroke the mask across her face.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 4:36 pm
Moé was hesitant at first, but she was experiencing such warmth that she couldn't help but take off her gloves, roll up her sleeves, and take off the casino jacket and tie, all while somehow keeping the embrace.
Still hesitant, she lowered her head slightly and phasekissed his neck, still feeling inexperienced and shy.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 4:56 pm
Her lips were oddly warm against his neck. His beaked mask pointed up to ceiling.
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