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 Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 4:04 am
When Chris took Jordan's hand , the woman shut up and obediently followed the girl back into Elaine's-no Jordan's room.It wasn't like she was asked to perform on stage or something, but laying down with Chris felt just as intense. She was unbuttoning her jeans when Chris was patting the comforter for her to come to bed. She pulled the down to reveal some of her legs, her purple boyshorts, and more tattoos on her legs.
The first one was on the outside of her right thigh, it was an IMI desert eagle being holstered by a black garter. She got that one during her father who was once part of the Grupo de Operações Especiais. On her entire left leg was a Maori design she got when Elaine and her went to New Zealand, she got that one for the thrill of it. It was one of her largest and painful pieces. She still had plenty of space on her right leg for a few more spaces, but she was saving it for the right time.
She shyly bent over to find a pair of spandex shorts to put on, since she wasn't comfortable in being in just her her underwear right now. She slid them up her slender & tone legs, hiding just her pistol tattoo, and finally sliding into bed next to Chris. "Just relax." She thought trying to calm herself in this situation, but she couldn't help it when she looked over at Christine. It's as if she forgot how to be human in front of her. Maybe it was just the fact that it was guardian and child in the same bed. "Is that weird? I'm pretty sure that's weird to be doing? What the hell am I doing?" She thought as she reclined back into her bed. With Chris. Ready to go to bed. With Chris. This was going to be one hell of a night for Jordan.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 6:37 am
It was almost like a scene from a movie. While Chris waited on the bed, she knew she should turn away and give Jordan some privacy, but she just... couldn't. She found herself entranced by the tattoos engraved on those muscular legs, especially the Maori design. The moonlight from the window hit it just right, highlighting all of the most interesting features and the warm skin underneath. Chris suddenly felt an urge to trace the print with her finger, but managed to suppress it and finally forced herself to look away.
Now, a little less sensitive after the distraction from her pain, Chris noticed how tense Jordan was beside her. This had been a bad idea. Chris had clearly overstepped a boundary, and now she was paying for it by creating distance between herself and Jordan. Dammit. What had she been thinking? She needed to move, but had the feeling if she tried to leave, Jordan would feel guilty and, likely out of a sense of obligation, ask her to come back. Then Jordan might be upset with herself when she knew Chris was now uncomfortable because of her discomfort and blah blah blah... Long story short, Chris was feeling as if she had backed herself into a corner. Keeping to the edge of the bed, Chris was careful not to encroach upon Jordan's space and even faced away from her to avoid as much relational damage as possible.
But why did she care? Why did she care so damn much if this was making Jordan unsettled? And why had she let herself get into this situation? Chris remained in Elaine's room until she was pretty confident that Jordan was asleep, then snuck out to go to her own bedroom, where she half-slept until morning. She tried to get up before Jordan, too, and went to the kitchen to make coffee for herself, hoping she could keep her relocation last night a secret.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 11:37 am
Jordan suffered from cold feet that night and ended feigning to be asleep. She ended up just laying there in the dark, just thinking.In the midst of the darkness and silence, Jordan could hear ruffling coming from the bed and the comforter moving around. "What the hell is she doing over there?" She thought before she heard footsteps and then the light clicking noise of the door shutting and then what sounded like the door of Christine's room shutting. "Did she go back to her room?" She thought as she rolled over in both disbelief and frustration. She wanted to go over there and tell her to come lay back down, but her body nervously refused to do so. She threw a pillow over head and kicked the covers off. "I'm such a dumbass!" She whispered to herself. It would've just make things more awkward to tell her to come back. Wouldn't it? She'd never had to deal with being stood up before.
What was she so damn nervous about when it came to Chris? Was she worried that she couldn't calm those tears or keep that promise of always being there for her?After seeing her cry like she did earlier, Beta couldn't handle hurting her in anyway possible. Maybe it was the fear of rejection. There was a sinking feeling in her chest at the thought of the girl declining Jordan. If that happened, it would further the distance between the two which would cause many problems since they lived under the roof. All these doubts had Jordan pinned her from advancing on Chris. She looked into the darkness, "Why does she make me feel like this?" She wondered as she clutched her chest and sulked in her now lonely bed. "This sucks. . ."
It was now morning, as the sun peeked through Jordan's window. She could the rays beating intensely down on her body making her extremely hot and making her sweat in her sleep. Not to mention that same damn nightmare was going on again, but this time Chris had found her way into it and looked down at Jordan as Elaine laid dead in her arms. She could read Chris' lips "What did you do?!" Beta tossed in her sleep with a look of distress. "I'm sorry. . ." She whispered before her dream figment of Chris was shot through the heart. "No. . ." She whimpered before sitting up in a sudden burst reaching out for her, "No Christine!" She yelled before realizing it was just another dream of her's. She was breathing heavily and the mascara from yesterday was running down her face. She looked around in disbelief and looked at her hands. The blood and Elaine were gone once again. "Goddamnit!" She blurted out as she threw a pillow across the room. She used her arm to wipe off the mascara and tried to forget the reminiscing memories of that day.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 7:48 pm
Chris didn't hear exactly what Jordan said, but she definitely heard the yelling. Alarmed, she left the kitchen and quickly went upstairs to Elaine's old room. When she opened the door, she found an upset, worn-out Jordan throwing a pillow across the space. Needless to say, Christine was instantly concerned. What had happened? "What is it? Are you okay?" she asked, walking in and sitting beside Jordan on the bed. Seeing Jordan in such a state caused her heart to clench uncomfortably.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 8:01 pm
Jordan was masking her face with her hands when she heard Chris come through the door. She was relieved to see that she was indeed alright, that what she saw was really just a dream. "I-it's nothing. Just a nightmare. . .a really bad nightmare."Her voice muffled through her hands before she chuckled at herself for being so weak and vulnerable at the moment.Then again, she still remembered Chris leaving her room last night. She couldn't tell if she was glad or frustrated with the girl. "It must have been hard for you to deal with me last night, while I was tossing and turning like that." She said as she ran her hand through her hair wondering what Chris would say to that. "I just haven't been myself lately. . ." She admitted.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 8:16 pm
Chris was curious to know what the nightmare was about, but didn't want to pry. She wasn't given the opportunity to, anyway, because Jordan was talking about how hard it must have been to put up with her tossing and turning last night. Oh. Chris put on a gentle, convincing smile and shook her head. "Didn't even notice," she said, which wasn't exactly a lie. She honestly hadn't noticed, but not for the reasons she assumed Jordan would think.
Then Jordan admitted she hadn't been herself lately. Chris's smile faltered, fell, and she shrugged. "Neither have I," she replied. "And that's to be expected, I guess." She assumed Jordan was acting uncharacteristically because of Elaine's death, since Chris herself had been experiencing the same frustration for similar reasons. But for Chris, having Jordan around was messing her up, too, in ways she hadn't anticipated. Last night, for example. Their steamy moments earlier yesterday had been a little unusual for her, as well, though perhaps not as much so; Chris wasn't a stranger to trysts.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 8:51 pm
Jordan sucked her teeth in disappointment at Chris' answers. "Yeah. . ." The few hours of sleep piled on top of this girl lying to her was really fueling her. Being lied to was a pet peeve on her, which was kind of ironic in this situation. She could think of so many punishment methods to use on, but needed to keep herself under control.
She felt gross from the amount of sweat coming from her body after her night terror. Maybe she just needed to hop in the shower to alleviate herself of all her worries. She was quick to throw her top on the floor and get those spandex off before throwing off the covers and getting out of bed in nothing more but her boy shorts and a black sports bra. "Maybe I just need to blow off some steam or something. Something to clear my mind." Jordan explained as she bent over and dug down into her dufflebag. She already had an idea on how she was going to cool her head off in the shower. She wish she had brought home a one-night stand to go at for some hours. For now she'd have to improvise in the shower. She let out a groan just thinking how hard it was to do those kind of things with a foggy head. "Wouldn't happen to have a girlfriend around to help me wash up some, do you?" She joked as she was still searching through her bag for a pair of boxers. She figured she was going to bum around the house with the kind of mood she was in. She'd need a miracle to get her motivated today.
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2014 6:29 am
Boy shorts and a black training bra. Chris was pretty sure she had never seen a woman pull off that combination quite so well as Jordan was doing now, gleaming with a light layer of sweat from--a nightmare. Jesus, Chris, she scolded, mentally smacking herself.
The question made her lips spread into a small grin. "Fresh out, unfortunately," she replied, standing and walking over to where Jordan was rummaging through her bag. "But I've got ten minutes before I have to leave for class if you really don't think you'll be able to manage by yourself." Spotting a pair of boxers laying on the floor beside where Jordan was digging, Chris crouched down to pick them up. It was a wild guess, but considering Jordan had already sifted through every other type of article of clothing one could possibly purchase, Chris was betting this was what the woman was searching for. She held them out to Jordan. "And if you want a way to blow off steam, you could go to my class and take my test for me."
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2014 7:44 am
((OOC: That should have been a black sports bra, not a training bra! My bad! sweatdrop )) Jordan glanced up at Chris' proposal as she stood there holding her favorite pair of boxers. Did she really just offer to help out with Jordan's problem? It was a turn-on when a girl knew what she wants for Beta. Loving and lusting Chris were two different things for the woman when her libido was high. "When you're making that kind of offer. I'd just skip class in general then. Besides, you and I are too different in appearance." She said as she grabbed a hold of her boxer's while placing Chris up against the wall closest to them.
" I'm going to need a whole lot more than ten minutes to please these aches I'm feeling." She ran a hand down the back of Chris' back before kissing those lips of her's as if she hadn't before. She was an animal when she was this pent up, both assertive and dominant with the one they like. "Do you mind joining me in the shower and help relax me some?" She asked parting lips from those plush brown lips of Chris'.
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 6:51 am
(Oh, whoops. XD)
Chris had been joking--she hadn't meant for this to happen. But oh, it was happening. And as much as she knew she should be the responsible one and stop it before things got too far, she just couldn't bring herself to. Seeing Jordan like this, in this state of animalistic lust, was heating her up like nothing else had since... She couldn't even remember. It wasn't worth trying to, though. The kiss practically seared her skin, and when it was over, she wanted more.
Glancing past Jordan, Chris noted the time, then she grabbed a hold of the other woman and pushed her against the adjacent wall. "I've only got eight minutes now," she said, her voice sultry, as she kissed forcefully and with teeth along Jordan's neck. "But I could get you started. Or..." Finding her way to Jordan's ear, Chris finished in a whisper between bites, "I could be persuaded to blow off class and my test to make sure your needs are fully met."
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 8:51 am
Jordan gave a light laugh at the tickling sensation of Chris' lips on her neck. She smirked at the bribe the girl was offering and gladly took it. "Fine, it looks like class is cancelled for you today then." She said as she eyed down Chris' body really wanting to go at this manipulative gal. She really had control over her when she tried. Then again, Beta was easily manipulated when she was aching this badly. Her energy was a curse sometimes.
She wasn't going to let her take the lead though as she put her back up aginst the wall and kissing along her collarbone. "Now in the next few minutes, you'd better be in the shower. I really need some TLC right about now." She whispered as she groped the lass' tush and moved up to her neck with little pecks and kisses along it.
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2014 9:09 am
This was happening. Against Chris's better judgment, this was actually happening. She should probably back out. But why? Chris was now officially too wound up to escape unscathed. She wanted this probably as much as Jordan did.
"Well, then, you should probably get out of the way," she husked with a wink, taking Jordan's hands to remove them. Releasing the woman, she stepped around Jordan to slip into the bathroom and climb into the shower.
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