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 Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 7:15 pm
Emerson Valentine
"I know; doesn't it feel amazing?"
To Emerson, the heavy, drowsy feeling along with the cotton mouth felt as familiar to him as his own skin. He slid off the bed and opened Amelia's desk, surfacing with a half empty bottle of fine gin and two of her glasses. She kept a a few bottles here and there, along with glasses. Amelia would have had ice in her room, too, if it wasn't a wasted gesture. He turned back to Liana, shaking the gin lightly.
"How do you take it?"
He wanted to kiss her, wanted to through her back against Amelia's bed, and ******** her; he figured she'd feel more inclined to be persuaded for a romp after a drink or three in her.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 7:24 pm
Liana Mierlia
Liana lifted her eyes lazily to meet his she ran her hand through her hair as she saw the bottle of alcohol in his hand "Just give it to me straight" she said to him as she kept sitting on the bed and she began to lean back more letting her hands rest behind her.
"Do you do this kind of stuff every day?" she asked him blinking "Even during school?" she was curious to know if they did or not.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 7:45 pm
Emerson Valentine Emerson shrugged and poured two old fashioned gins. He passed one of the silver-rimmed glasses to Liana. He shook his head, watching the world as it spun crazily and resumed his seat beside the Yank, sipping at his own drink gently.
"Non; about once a week, or every other week. And yes, just before or during school is usually when we use. You won't believe how much you remember, when you're not stressed to the gills over your midterms, or finals. Like now."
Emerson smiled an empty, distant smile. He finished his glass in four, large, quick swallows and fixed himself a new one.
"Now if you remember, Yank, our deal was, you take a free hit, you answer some of my queries. First off, what's your favorite color?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 6:02 am
Liana Mierlia
She raised her eyebrow skeptically after she took a sip of her drink. "I don't remember agreeing to that" she says to him. Lia racked her brain over it all but it was still hard to concentrate with everything being so distracting. Drinking the last of her drink she put it down and then her body lowered onto the bed her hair falling around the covers around her "But I'll play along" she agreed.
Her eyes closed for a second feeling drowsy but also her body felt like it had tons of energy at the same time "My favorite color is teal I know it's a random color but it's in the genre of green and blue" she says her head turns and she looks at him as he pours another glass "Can I know what your favorite color is? Though I don't see how this is useful" she adds and smiles.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 6:33 am
Emerson Valentine
Emerson's gaze was caught by the narrow, pale flash of skin as Liana's blouse lifted away from her bottoms when she laid back. It looked so smooth, so...pure. Virginal, if that made sense. He wanted to kiss it, to learn it's secrets, to see where that stretch of No-Man's-Land might lead him, what adventures he'd continue onto. Wow, you are high, aren't you? The twins bought nothing but the best s**t off of the market. It was a little more expensive sure, but totally worth while.
"A favorite color tells you a little about a person without having to ask; Amelia taught me that. Like, for instance, you're a mixed bag, personality wise. A flip-flopper. A wild joker. My favorite color is green. A dark, dark green. Favorite movie?"
Emerson sipped at his drink again, taking this one a little more slowly, savoring the interplay of the flavors on his expert tongue.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 1:39 pm
Liana Mierlia
Lia kept looking at him as her breathing slowed down a little as her chest rose and fell even closer. She closed her eyes for a second before reopening them and her eyes still on him. Her attraction for him seemed to double more though his only interest right now seemed to be asking her questions about herself.
She blew a breath out as she thought of her movie "I have two favorites" she said holding up her hand showing two fingers of hers "One is the devil wears prada and not because the movie has fashion in it" she told him wagging her finger back and forth before her hand slipped down and rested on her stomach comfortably "And the second is and an 80s movie called the Breakfast club" she said "Two completely different movies" she then smiled and chuckled a little "I guess I am a flip flopper"
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 4:43 pm
Emerson Valentine
"...The Devil Wears Prada? Really? How...quaint. Do you play any instruments?"
Emerson couldn't help the laugh that slipped out of him. He knew Yanks were different, but still. He wasn't familiar with the Breakfast Club (films were not his forté) but he assumed it was another drama; Americans definitely enjoyed their dramas, from what he'd seen over the years. His eyes followed the path of Liana's fingers as they returned to that vast wasteland that was her belly. Impulsively, he ducked down and kissed softly, just above where Lia's hands rested atop each other laconically. He smiled sheepishly when she started.
"Sorry; was that too forward?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 5:02 pm
Liana Mierlia
"Yes I play the piano" she told him as as she turned her head a little bit more "Something most rich kids in America learn to play" she adds "I dabble on it here and there when I feel like it but I'm not focused on playing it all the time"
Her eyes had closed more but when she felt his lips across her skin her eyes shot opened and she looked up at him. Her head shook at his question "To forward?" she asked "Your asking the girl who kissed you the first day she meets you" she points out. "I'm no prude" she breathed out.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 7:11 pm
Emerson Valentine
“Just the piano? How…droll.”
Most important musicians Emerson met these days fell into two major categories: they either picked a single instrument and ran with it, excelling to points of ludicrous aptitude in said instrument, or else they became moderate to excellent in anywhere between four to seven different instruments, usually in the same family. I.E. a cellist might also try her hand at a viola or violin. Not a prude? Excellent. Emerson smiled, this time normally, if a little dazed in appearance and moved to kiss Lia’s stomach again; he wanted to feel the sparks again, bouncing off of her skin, and onto his.
“Alright then, next question: who was your first boy? You know, sharing milkshakes, and snuggling and cuddling and s**t? The whole nine yards.”
An American expression he used on purpose, and quite oft, although Emerson didn't fully understand it's reference. To his credit, he did know it was from American Football; he just didn't know how it applied, as he never found any interest in that barbaric, and childish form of Rugby.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 7:28 pm
Liana Mierlia
She breathed out in content, his kisses left a kind of electric flow through her that felt good even through her clothing. "Yeah well we can't all be perfect through and through" she told him.
A smile came on her face "Well my first crush was when I was ten years old and then my first date was when I was twelve his name was Mark Donack, he was incredibly handsome and he was thirteen. We dated for two months" she told him and chuckled.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 8:03 pm
Emerson Valentine
"Two months? You might've as well have been married!"
Emerson laughed at the look of dreaminess that came over Lia's face as she relived those memories, by default almost. He kissed Liana a third time, just to feel the sparks jumping from his skin to hers and back again. He lay down beside the new student, close but not quite touching, so that her waist was about head level with him, and his feet hung off the edge of the bed. It was an interesting fit, Amelia having only a twin sized sleeping bed, since she "rarely" entertained in her room.
"New question, miss prude. First time you had sex: who was it with, where was it, and how old were you?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 5:32 am
Liana Mierlia
When he laid down beside her she couldn't see his face anymore but instead just the top of his head. Lia remembered exactly when her first time was as it played over in her mind. Her hand went up and pushed her bangs out of her face as she breathed out. "I was fifteen" she told him. "Which I don't know how it is here when most teens loose their virginity but for most americans they loose it around puberty so I was actually one of the few who waited. I guess I can be picky of the guys I date and you can say fool around with" she explained.
"His name was Chad Tailon, I did date him for a few weeks before it happened and it was traditonal style on a bed. It wasn't bad but he didn't last long" she said rolling her eyes "Girls had told me he was a sex god" she laughed humorously "That's a joke, he wasn't exactly gentle either" she blurted out which she didnt mean to do but it was too late now.
Looking down at his hair on instinct her hand went down and touched it lightly before realizing what she was doing quickly stopped "What about you? When was your first time, was it worth it?" she questioned since he was asking all the questions she was curious about him too.
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 9:26 pm
Emerson Valentine
“He sounds like a dream boat, this Chad Tailon. Yes, I just said ‘dream boat.’”
Although to be honest, kissing a man you barely knew on the day you first met him didn’t hit Emerson as hinting at Liana at being “picky” with her choices in terms of dating. To each, his own. He smiled when he felt fingers against his head, almost playing with the light colored hair. As if to tell her it was okay, he bumped his head nonchalantly against Lia’s hip before speaking up.
“What, so you don’t like it rough? Duly noted. Sex is always worth it, so long as you keep certain things out of it, and others in. I was twelve, I think. Around there. Her name was Sara Loki, like the god of mischief, but everyone called her Trix, with an ‘x.’ We’d known each other for forever; since we were little. She was always hanging around the house, with Amelia; they were friends, I think. We started to date and a few weeks into it, I just said, ‘well, what the hell are you waiting for, a whore?’ Like you, it was standard, on a bed.”
Emerson would never forget this first time; the initial and post awkwardness of what they were doing, the looks that evolved and their “relationship” as it inevitably dissolved a few days later. Sure, he and Trix were still good friends (mostly because of Amelia), but they never once dated again, nor even a booty call; he’d never think to call her to tell her something personal that had happened that day. He shrugged at the memory. C’est la vie. It happens. A special thanks went to Trix though, for at least having the gall to make Em a “man.” He tilted his head back and rolled his eyes up to see Lia’s face.
“Next question? How many people have you slept with, since these Chad bloke of yours?”
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 12:05 am
Liana Mierlia
Her hand went back down when she felt the okay from him. Softly it touched his hair and went through it softly and slowly almost soothing. When she was young it was what her mother had did to her hair. Whenever Lia couldn't sleep her mother would play with her hair softly to relax her and put her to sleep.
"I never said I didn't like it rough" she argued "But not when it's my first time having sex" she pointed out to him. "I don't know if you knew but for a girl's first time it hurts and is really not pleasent at least for most of us"
Turning her head to the side she thought about how many guys she slept with "Six" she said after counting the memories "Six lovely men that are were worth it and didn't disappoint"
She started to chuckle as she then said "Should I dare ask how many women you slept with?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 8:23 pm
Emerson Valentine
“I’m guessing Dream Boat didn’t know this about girls? Or did he just not know you were a first-timer? You know, a Virgin Mary?”
Emerson didn’t add the fact that “liking it rough” meant that they usually didn’t mind pain tossed into the mix of pleasure; it wasn’t his place. He shrugged lightly (“accidently” bumping his head back against Lia’s placid hand) when Liana asked him his own count of sexual escapes.
“Not that many more then you. Nine. Nine worth mentioning. I’m not a notch post kind of guy, not like drug Draco. Favorite country to summer in?”
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