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 Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 10:14 pm
Now it was his turn to laugh but not quite as hysterically. He just answered her by reaching up and tugging a bit at her shirt, "Well, I don't know. I am new to this whole thing. You're supposed to be teaching me. I thought that if the mood was gone you wouldn't want to anymore..."
He was trying to pull her down for a new kiss.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 10:19 pm
Kettil was right. She was supposed to be the one who knew everything, the one who could teach, the one who was in charge-
Who was she kidding? Around Kettil she felt like she'd never even seen a boil. She was clumsy and messy and giggly and downright nervous.
"Hah, no, is not how I-" Her words were silenced when she was pulled down. Her lips touched his, and when she felt it, she smiled.
She didn't giggle, but she couldn't help but smile.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 10:25 pm
The feel of her smiling against his lips as they kissed was welcome, he quietly moved and brushed his lips over hers, "So as you were saying?" he asked quietly, "I seem to have rudely interrupted you~."
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 10:33 pm
This was all still so weird.
When his soft kiss ended, but he still brushed against her lips, she bit them. "I saaaays, thas is not how I works, little boil." She rolled her eyes, and moved to push off of him. When she sat up, her hands lifted up in an innocent shrug. "I always wants teh."
Truth. Always. She did say no corners.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 10:37 pm
This time he moved to sit up with her not content to just lay there, he had some important things he had to do as he rebuilt his bravery, he simply leaned and kissed at her jaw and started to trail down to her neck again, sure it was spot he already knew but he wanted to show her that he meant business when he still wanted something.
"Then show me you want me," he said simply with a small smile against her flesh as he paused a moment and tentatively slid his tongue along her flesh of the side of the neck to see what she would do - and to see if that added anything to the affect.
For Kettil this was a giant experiment.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 10:48 pm
In the few moments it took him to sit up and meet her, Freya's heart stuttered. It was both breaking, and coming to life, all at the same time. It was agonizing. Her body shuddered at the feeling, and her hands clung to his arms, holding herself there for dear life.
She felt so lost. For just one, single moment, she felt lost, drowning, sinking.
Her heart fluttered back to life, just in time to hear him speak against her neck. Her eyelids fluttered at the feeling of him already taking advantage of her weakness, and the grip on her arms released.
But that tongue..
No laughs escaped her, anymore. All that issued from her throat was a long, content moan. And all the pain was swept under the rug by that one, hot sweep of his tongue.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 10:56 pm
Quietly he just continued his experimenting this time he nibbled a bit at it, just a light little bite just to see if she'd like it. He was just happily exploring Freya for all it was worth - not minding that she had clung to him; after all she had not known his intentions.
The moan was very encouraging indeed.
As he quietly nuzzled at her neck, "Think the bed would be more comfortable?" he asked curiously.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 12:20 am
Freya's answer was soundless. She picked herself up off the floor, and held her hand out to Kettil, waiting for him to take it so she could lead him. Her hand squeezed his, and her stomach squeezed in anticipation.
No.
Not anticipation.
Freya's face paled, and her hand let Kettil go. This was a familiar feeling. This felt normal. Her eyes widened in dismay, and her lip wibbled for a moment, before she put her hand on her lips.
She looked down at Kettil, and her head shook slowly. She just couldn't hold it in. She wanted to, she wanted to keep the food inside, where it belonged..
But nothing lasts forever.
Freya ran to the bathroom, and shut the door. The sounds of long, painful stretches of vomitting followed.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 12:55 am
Kettil was ready or so he actually thought. Freya was a little less ready. As he moved to get up with her and suddenly she had seemingly 'disappeared' to the restroom followed by the sounds of vomit. The door was shut locking him on the other side and feeling ...
Nothing but concern.
His hand reached up and rubbed at his stomach. To be honest. To be strictly and absolutely honest. That food lasted in Freya's stomach a lot longer than he thought it would. Quietly he moved to the kitchen and got a glass of water without saying a word, when she'd open the door he'd be standing there water in hand.
Was bad enough she was starving herself, he didn't need her to dehydrate as well.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 1:14 am
It was so much worse, now that there was something in her stomach TO throw up. She sat in front of the toilet, and retched, and retched, until it was finally nothing but stomach acid. And then, even though there was nothing left, her body forced her to continue trying, for several long and excruciating moments.
The dry heaves were the worst.
The toilet flushed, the sink ran, the sound of gargling came through the door, and several minutes later, so did Freya. She opened the door very carefully, and peeked through the crack. As soon as she saw Kettil, she cringed.
There was so much guilt on her face. Tears streaked her cheeks, and her color was pallid and sullen. Her hair was matted around her face, and she looked thinner than before, if that was even possible. It was just her posture, and the color of her skin. It looked almost translucent.
She held her hand out for the glass of water, and tried not to let her hand shake.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 1:19 am
"You tried," his tone was quiet but encouraging, "I am proud that you tried so hard," Kettil smiled a bit. There was no getting the mood back this time - at least for now. He just had to abandon it for now and move on, her health was more important. It was easy to forget sometimes...
He quietly handed her the glass of water though, likely having noticed her hand tremble, he held his hand under it just to make sure she had a firm grasp of it, "I have a better idea, let's just .. sit and watch movies for the rest of the day."
Not many boils just sat and switched tracks like he did at least not as willingly.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 1:22 am
When the glass reached her hand, she pulled it quickly back inside, and drank from it. The water felt good going down, until it reached the end. Then, it felt like fire, and clawed it's way back up to say hello again.
Freya let out a pathetic whine, and closed the door before she could answer. She wanted to say yes to his offer so badly. She had just wanted enough time to say yes- but not even that.
She couldn't even have that.
The heaving returned in full force.
He'd been so proud of her. The broken doll on his bathroom floor.
So proud.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 1:26 am
At this point ... He was tired of seeing his door.
He just walked on in his expression caring but firm, as he went to a small cabinet, got a cloth, and dampened it. He quietly knelt next to her, when she seemed finished heaving he reached out to wipe some of the sweat and tears from her face.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 1:30 am
Freya was swaying, holding onto the porcelain throne for dear life, when Kettil walked in. She let out a screech when she felt his leg next to her, but as soon as the cloth hit her skin, the screech turned into a whimper, and she leaned into it. She couldn't help herself.
It had been just water, so she didn't bother flushing or doing anything this time. She just fell against him, curling into herself, and tried harder than she'd ever tried before to not cry.
Instead, she shook, tense and determined, in his arms.
"W-w-why yeh comes in heres, don't want yeh teh sees this.."
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 1:35 am
Screeching and whimpering were his rewards for now and he didn't care one bit. As she fell against him he just wrapped an arm around her and continued to blot her face with the cloth instead of answering her right away. Dampened hair was meticulously removed from her face before he simply said, "Because I care too damn much about you, Freya," he said softly and then planted a small kiss at her temple.
"You aren't doing anything that is foreign to me and it doesn't ... make me turn away from you in horror, I'd rather be there holding your hair back than...Standing uselessly behind a door as ya puke it all up," he said simply.
Kettil brushed the cool cloth over her forehead, "It might not be your proudest moment by far but I still want to be by your side."
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