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 Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 8:20 pm
Emma giggled and slipped her tongue through Jeromy's lips, turning their kiss French and wrapping her other arm around Jeromy's neck again. She semi-understood what Jer said, but knew what he meant. "Is that all you think about?" she teased, her voice huskier than usual.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 8:53 pm
Jeromy felt Emma's tounge slide into her mouth and he moaned again. He was enjoying everything that was happening and wondered how far it would go before they really decided to head back to their room; if it went that far at least. Hearing Emma, Jeromy looked at her with as innocent a look that he possibly could before saying, "No.. Not always at least."
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 9:07 pm
Emma laughed and put her forehead against Jeromy's. "Just most of the time?" she teased, moving her head to his shoulder and resting it there, her long, red hair tickling the bottom of his abs. She slid her arms down to his back, holding him tightly in a loving embrace. ((Edit:Night! I'll reply tomorrow ^_^))
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 9:22 pm
As Emma laughed and put her forehead to his, Jeromy smiled at her. His face blushed as he said, "Maybe...." He knew that wasn't the only thing he thought of, but it did come to mind quite a bit; he was a bit of a pervert at times. He felt Emma move her head to his chest and he ran his fingers down her back. He normally didn't want or like to be tickled, but he didn't even mind Emma's hair that was tickling him. As he felt Emma's warm, loving embrace, Jeromy held her in his arms and just snuggled with her.~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~ It was two days after getting home from their vacation and Jeromy was sitting in front of the tv. He wasn't sure what Emma was doing and was truthfully a bit to self absorbed into his video game he'd been playing for the passed few hours to even go find out. He knew that Emma was probably going to yell, though, Jeromy didn't really mind it too much because he knew she couldn't be that mad. And that they would make up if they faught too much.{{Edit: You want to make the time skip to when they're back home or should I in my next post?}}
{{Edit: I just went ahead and did the time skip.}}
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 1:59 pm
Emma smiled at their embrace, feeling warm and content. She didn't know, however, that cold, sinister things were in store for her. They were all planned by the people that wanted Jeromy killed. And planned on doing it, one important person at a time.
~~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~~~~
Emma came downstairs. She was painting her nails and they were now a wonderful, red color, matching her hair. She snuck up behind Jeromy, as quietly as she could, and covered his eyes, "Hey, Jeeer....Want more of what we had when you came to the cluuuub?" she made her voice highpitched and squeaky.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 2:12 pm
Jeromy had been so involved in his game that he'd not heard Emma sneaking up on him. He was fighting a boss in his game and was really low health, but knew he could beat it, since he had so many times before. Yet, he wasn't expecting to have his eyes covered and Emma saying something about the club they'd gone to. He heard the game over music and all he said was, "Crap......" Then he turned his head, even though Emma's hands were still over his eyes. "Alright. But couldn't it have waited like two minutes while I beat that guy in my game?" He asked, almost whining.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 2:23 pm
Emma uncovered his eyes, giving him an impish grin and stepped over the couch, turning his game off and sitting on his lap. "You realize we've never been to a club, right?" she asked, giggling. She was teasing him, pretending to be someone he might've met somewhere. "Do all girls look and sound the same now?" she teased, putting her arms around his neck.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 2:31 pm
Jeromy felt Emma take her hands from his eyes and heard her saying they'd never been to a club. He was such an idiot! He was so into his game that he was splurting out responses just to get back to his game. "I'm sorry Emma... I was..." He started before he was interupted. "No, girls don't all look and sound the same... I was just so into my game and wasn't focusing on anything else when you started talking... Sorry..." He finished, apologizing.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 2:41 pm
Emma giggled, putting her hand over Jeromy's mouth. "Stop talking, hm?" she teased, leaning her head down to kiss him. "So, my dad and the wretched woman he calls his girlfriend are coming over later to help with the wedding. Emma still hated Catherine and her dad had continued seeing her, which made Emma upset. He insisted that she help and, no matter how against it Emma was, he was still bringing her.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 3:08 pm
Not liking the fact Emma's hand was over his mouth, Jeromy grumbled, trying to pull his head away. He was happy about the kiss, but when he heard Emma's father and his 'girlfriend' were coming to help with planning the wedding he groaned. "God.... Why does he have to come and then bring that gold digging little tramp with him? I don't want her anywhere near the wedding." He said in a bit of a growl. Jeromy figured that Emma had no say in Catherine coming over, but Jeromy sure did. But he cursed mentally as he remembered that Emma's father had paid the rest of the mortgage on the house, as well as put money down for improvements. 'You may have me there old man, but I've still got my cabin I could go to.' Jeromy thought, grumbling.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 3:13 pm
Emma nodded, pouting. "But if she doesn't come, my dad will refuse to. Dammit! I hate her!" she cried, getting off Jeromy and walking towards the kitchen. A few minutes later, banging could be heard as Emma banged her head against the wall, jaw clenched.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 3:26 pm
Hearing that Emma was upset made Jeromy even more upset. When Emma got up, Jeromy was about to follow her, but thought that she needed some space. However, that was until he heard what sounded like banging in the kitchen. He jumped off the couch and headed to see what the banging was about and saw Emma banging her head against the wall. The old Jeromy, the cold, crude, heartless Jeromy was starting to poke its way through as he started thinking of some cruel things about Mr. Curneel's 'girlfriend'. He was wishing that he was still connected to his old gang because they'd 'take care of' Catherine swiftly and silently. There was a cool, almost evil look that was coming to Jeromy's face as a small growl erupted from his chest. "I swear I wish there was something I could do to keep that tramp from being in my house. I'll pay your father off. I mean I didn't even want him to pay off the stupid mortgage in the first place." He said in a cool, growling tone.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 3:29 pm
Emma slid down the wall, her back against it. ''We can find some other way...You don't have to, Jer." as Emma thought about it, she realized that Jeromy didn't have a job yet. They were relying fully on her father except for the bit of money Jer had saved in his bank account. "You'd need a job to do that..." she muttered, quietly, looking down at her freshly painted nails.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 3:37 pm
"I know I don't have a job." He snapped unintentionally, then muttered, "Though, I would've had one months ago." He was starting to revert back to his old self and that could end badly. True, he'd never hurt Emma, but that wouldn't stop her from leaving if he didn't straighten himself out. He turned and stalked out of the kitchen, heading to his rec. room upstairs to play some pinball and attempt to clear his mind.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 3:47 pm
Emma let out a frustrated huff and followed Jeromy upstairs. "You know that pinball machine you're using? My dad paid for it. In fact, most of this was paid for by my dad." she said, crossing her arms. "Yeah, you could've had a job, but you don't, and that's not good. You don't like my dad yet you continue to live off his money? That's bull crap!" she cried, throwing her arms up. She was sometimes picking up shifts at the bar on campus, but that wasn't enough."God, you're so irresponsible!" she said, without meaning it.
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