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 Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 3:23 am
~ • Carl • Cαsε[y] • Jøнηsøη • ~ Can't stay awake, burning alive
I cannot breathe this poison air filled with lies.
Casey groaned deeply right from the moment he was being ground and his own hips beginning to rock along. He broke away from his lovers neck breathing deeply to catch his breath again. Casey couldn't help but appreciate how much more intense it felt, because of the spot. That sense of possibly get caught at any time wasn't helping his hazy mind clear. No, it only seemed to get worse.
“ Then maybe I should swallow a pill.”
Oh no, he didn't have to swallow a pill. Casey didn't want harold to stop. He just wanted his skully now, rough and sexy as ******** and rough he definitely was. It just made Casey groan out in utter and complete desire, almost in unison with the hazel eyed male. While being held so tightly, Casey's hands wandered, first tugging at Harold's shirt, then letting his hands slip bellow to trace the soft sensitive skin of the male's abdomen. The feel of the light muscles making Casey want it all over more, if that was even possible any more at this point.
Casey barely managed to break away to breathlessly whisper in Harold's ear what he desired the most. "How about... we shut up... and you just... <********> me already.", with the Casey lightly nipped at Harold's ear and his hand pushed up to feel the male's delightful chest. Even his normal breaths where turning into helpless desiring moans.
((Casey is not behaving =3)) Hard to define, it always is
It's hard to scream with your throat full of glass -I get in line, I always do-
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XXX
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 4:10 am
[Fiddlesticks! Neither is Harold...^w^]
If Harold wore a belt, the heavenly sound of metal jingling brought a stabbing pain to Harold’s groin, but if the man wore no belt, then Skull’s hands ripped that trouser button open in less than a heartbeat. One thing was certain to invoke the sensual beast within him, and that was the sound of Casey’s zipper whipping open before a hand disappeared into a layer of fabric to snake out and squeeze something particularly meaningful to him. Had someone been outside the car, they might have furrowed their eyebrows together to see why Skull’s arm was moving, but as it was Harold managed to hide from his left exactly what his right hand was doing. Whether Casey could be quiet was an entirely different matter; but, whatever noise he happened to make would not be unwelcome to Harold. His eyes narrowing in hazy dominance, Harold bit down roughly on Casey’s lower lip just as he started to raise his knee. Almost forgetting that he was still recovering from a fight, Harold cursed under his breath before licking Casey’s lips and grinning at the texture of what his hand was feeling.
“ Later.”, And kissing down Casey’s jaw after one final kiss to his mouth, Harold’s arm continued to move as the man kept trailing kisses lower and lower. Eventually sliding his body down enough to hide his face from the world outside of the car windows, Skull’s mouth was a bit preoccupied to talk anymore than that for about forty minutes. Outside of the usual skill and technique that his mouth had learned over the years, Harold had been fully savouring the sounds arising from his lover’s mouth when someone elses voice cried out in pleasure inside of his head. Shocked, but not losing his mood, Harold had quite apologized for choking and very nearly biting his lover in the course of their moments together.
Those pleading moans from someone other than the man he was in love with being unforgettable, for the obvious reason that it left him quite perturbed, Harold barely said anything besides sweet nothings and ‘I love you’ before Casey began to drive towards his house. It hadn’t been too hard to be convinced to stay with his boyfriend overnight, but even with talking and rolling down the windows, Harold’s blood began to run cold. He couldn’t forget how awkward it was to hear female voices in his head. ‘ I don‘t think about women in bed.’, Unless his partner was pretending to be one. Realizing their almost fight the other night when Casey had confessed what happened and driven him mad with jealousy, Harold knew he had no right to be jealous…and touching Casey’s hand on the wheel while they drove home, Harold sent the man a deeply contemplative, and somewhat troubled, expression. His eyes weren’t looking at Casey, but given the touch, he figured that Casey would know he had something to say and would pay attention to him.
“ I am sorry…for how I acted the other night.”, Harold took a deep breath before speaking anymore. His heart aching in his throat for ever having to apologize about anything so shameful as this.
“ I love you Case…and I was jealous when you told me about you and…you and Bella.”, Harold was coming to his point, and he did not wish to pause long enough for Casey to say ‘that’s fine’ and thus end the conversation.
“ I‘ve slept with women before too. Never while we dated, but I have before. So I had no reason to get pissed off the other night. I‘m sorry.”, With that Harold slank back into his side of the car and used his right hand to examine the blood that stained his knee.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 5:38 am
~ • Carl • Cαsε[y] • Jøнηsøη • ~ Can't stay awake, burning alive
I cannot breathe this poison air filled with lies.
The speed with which he got Harold to work, made Casey more than happy. That lust and desire being answered was very welcome. Casey moaned softly into Harold's ear, glad that the man had taken the control which Harold was so good with. In just a few seconds Harold had made it extremely difficult for Casey to be quiet. The promises of later, however, didn't work too well to keep that need from his head, something which Harold seemed to understand well.
Casey could enjoy his lover in something that was quite less than silence. The raven just couldn't help himself. Yet, something interrupted his Skully. It made Casey feel first disappointed, but then worried and even later worried. Perhaps it had been the location that made Harold stop. The male however did a well enough to soothe Casey's worries and confusions. By the time Casey had gotten back to driving, he had forgotten about the fight and the sudden odd break. He wasn't however expecting the subject Harold was going to break into.
“ I am sorry…for how I acted the other night.”
Which night was Harold talk about? Casey didn't glance to Harold, but the touch had already drawn a cold feeling into feeling and Harold's tone didn't help it. What exactly was he talking about?
“ I love you Case…and I was jealous when you told me about you and…you and Bella.”
Oh that night! Hearing Harold admit that he was jealous was a new thing, but it was something Casey had known for as long as he had noticed that the man fancied him. He was much like a big bulldog, that was capable of snapping at anything that would go near it's owner. Being reminded of Bella wasn't exactly pleasant at the time, but it stung less than it usually did. He had after all already decided what he wanted to do about that.
“ I‘ve slept with women before too. Never while we dated, but I have before. So I had no reason to get pissed off the other night. I‘m sorry.”
He had... Slept with women before. That made a cold brick sink in Casey's gut. Then why had he pretty much indicated that being with women made him sick? A number of questions swirled in Casey's head, but eventually he dismissed them as a bother. Useless... But one did remain.
Why was Harold telling this now?
Before Casey could pounder it much he drove into their street and arrived not far from either one of their homes. He then finally looked at Harold again with a small smile on his face and also seeing that Harold had been checking his knee.
"It's fine Harold..." It didn't seem to sit quite so well with Casey as he claimed and Casey knew that, so he quickly added: "It's just a little... unnerving to know you've... Been with a woman." What made Casey feel the most unsettled actually was that it sounded that Harold hadn't taken it as romantically as Casey had taken being with Bella, despite that fact it had been unwanted. Casey bit his lip a little in thought as he stared at Harold's leg.
"Let me take care of that.", He eventually said decisively.
Hard to define, it always is
It's hard to scream with your throat full of glass -I get in line, I always do-
დდდ
XXX
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 6:00 am
[Oh Casey...you are asking the right questions Mr. Sherlock Holmes]
“ It‘s fine Harold…”, Casey’s voice drowned out the ocean of thoughts settling within his brain, and Harold turned his head to look at him. Unable to look the man in the eye, he could only focus on his boyfriend’s thigh or his feet on the floorboard. ‘ It doesn‘t sound ‘fine’ to you Casey.’
“ It‘s just a little…unnerving to know you‘ve…Been with a woman.”, Harold’s jaw tightened as if he was unsettled just as strongly. Once upon a time Harold had been abused by a woman that was supposed to be someone he could rely on. That being the root of his dislike for women in general, at least in regards to sex, Harold turned his head to look out the window and swallowed the emotional bile that was forming in his mouth.
“ Let me take care of that.”, With that Harold smiled out of forced reassurance and climbed out of the car. Limping slightly as he walked towards the front door.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 6:47 am
~ • Carl • Cαsε[y] • Jøнηsøη • ~ Can't stay awake, burning alive
I cannot breathe this poison air filled with lies.
Casey was glad that harold didn't protest this time and he followed the male in stepping out of the car. He had been more than gentle when he took care of Harold's knee and quite a bit more affectionate than he had managed in the few days before. His feelings seemed to have settled when concerning Harold and his doubts concerning Bella. Casey however was in the least prepared to face the following weekend. He was sure he wanted to talk to Bella, but he wasn't quite ready for it yet.
_____________________________________________
The morning of the next Saturday Casey had been busy enjoying cereals and cartoons like a little kid when Bella was let in by the blonde Iorwen. So far Casey hadn't even attempted to ask Iorwen to help him to talk 'privately' with Bella, because he hadn't quite gathered the guts yet and the little bit he had sunk to his feet from as soon as he heard Bella's voice at the door. He wished he could sink into the couch, but he couldn't. He did feel lucky when he saw her go to Iorwen's room.
With his appetite gone -because he was deadly nervous- Casey dumped his bowl in the kitchen and took shelter in his room. It kept nagging in his mind though. Bella was right down stairs and he wanted to talk to here. Yet, he didn't dare to, because he knew harold could come in the house unexpectedly and Casey didn't want to deal with that jealousy today.
Hard to define, it always is
It's hard to scream with your throat full of glass -I get in line, I always do-
დდდ
XXX
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 6:53 am
[edited her poly again. Lol Bella is so silly. Duh he would know if company is coming over. If you want the...noise...to come from Einian's room. Might add for a good twist]
“ Are they like that all the time?”, Bella didn’t know exactly which room was making all the racket, but it certainly sounded like Casey’s room. Pain flooded throughout her veins as she absentmindedly sucked on her tooth and crawled over to turn the music up a little. Strangely enough, if you wanna be my lover by the Spice Girls, started to play, so Bella immediately changed the channel. ‘ Salt on a wound. Lovely.’, Bella awkwardly rolled back to lay on her stomach beside Iorwen before trying to be focused on whatever the blonde was reading. Blinking simply from trying to read things she usually didn’t quite understand or have much interest in, Bella tried to flicker her brown eyes upon Iorwen’s face. Iorwen was a beautiful person, inside and out it seemed, and Bella’s usual preference for women did not fail to point that out. Regardless of how hurt she was, the idea of finding comfort with another person sounded like a better idea as time passed by. Bella wouldn’t feel right treating Iorwen like a rebound, but with sitting in her bedroom. Alone. Listening to what sounded like quite a romping upstairs…it was hard not to try and use anything she could to deflect how badly that noise stung her heart. Realizing that she was beginning to wonder how soft Iorwen’s mouth was, Bella remembered the way that other people’s mouths had felt, and suddenly lost every ounce of an attracted mood.
“ Sounds like the bed is breaking…”, Bella half scoffed, half snorted, a laugh within her throat as she turned the page of the magazine and leaned her body into Iorwen’s side to playfully tilt the bed and thus add more fuel to her joke.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 8:18 am
   RETURNMORETOCEN【Enigma⌒o f⌒freedom】RETURNMORETOCEN
【Unclosing⌒a n⌒unseen⌒d o o r】RETURNMORETOCEN ☾ ❂ ☽~┈━─═─☽ ❁ ☾─═─━┈~☾ ❂ ☽RETURNMORETOCEN
The house seemed... Mad today... Einian had an unexpected visitor and Iorwen suspected that gave of the feeling of commotion with the blonde. Bella however -who had arrived about an hour later- had no idea there was a visitor in the house that wasn't a regular. The plan had been to study, but the noise coming from upstairs shortly after Bella had arrived had driven the blonde to decide on magazines and random radio songs. Too bad the latter didn't help to drown out that horrible squeaking. Iorwen was actually on edge under her calm outlook. Iorwen regretted having a shot at the chemical maths book. Half the words she read didn't stick and what she already knew suddenly didn't make sense. I'm going to kill Einian if doesn't end soon., she thought trying to focus on the numbers about endo-whatever it was.
“ Are they like that all the time?”
Who'd be doing this all the time? Oh wait, Bella was actually thinking it was thundercloud and his psycho boyfriend. Iorwen lightly shook her head. She'd rather have it was them, because if they did make bed squeak, Io hadn't noticed it so far. At least not like this. Iorwen smiled a little at Bella's attempt to drown out the noise more, but it didn't help much more or they'd have to turn up the noise to the point they'd get deaf.
“ Sounds like the bed is breaking…”
Ho s**t, Bella was rolling towards her making the unbalanced bed she had tilt a bit and in response Iorwen yelped. The blonde tried to counter Bella's move at least a little so that it didn't feel like this bed was going to tip over any second. The result was unintentionally intimate, but Iorwen started to giggle, not taking much note of it, because Bella's joke had more than well come across.
"I'd appreciate it if it wasn't mine that broke.", The blonde started taking a glance at the thick book she wasn't capable of making sense of right now. "I give up... I'm getting a head ache from this." The blonde said tossing the book to the side. Iorwen then moved a little back to where she came from to allow some more distance between herself and Bella. She was terribly attracted to the brunette by now, but she didn't want to invade on the girl too quickly nor too harshly.
"Sadly enough Bella... It's not coming from who you're thinking.", Stated the blonde and at that point the noise seemed to stop. Iorwen waited a minute before cheering. "Ah... Silence at last." She breathed letting her head fall back on on of the pillows. A good fifteen minutes later a rather loud female voice was coming from the hallway.
"Da-na-na-na-na-na."
Iorwen groaned in response. "Who is that anyhow?!"
((polly edited ;D, lemme get to the temporary newcomer xP)) ☾ ❂ ☽~┈━─═─☽ ❁ ☾─═─━┈~☾ ❂ ☽
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 8:48 am
─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─
Annabelle De Rais a peroxide blonde was woman that enjoyed making a racket a little bit too much. Today was no different, but she was in luck. She had managed to get herself a partner to do it. He didn't exactly have a good taste in hair nor could Anna remember his name, but he sure knew what he was doing. It was something she saw as a short meeting with mutual advantages. She had no intention to come in this same house again, unless there was other good looking untested meat. It all sadly came to an abrupt end at the point she was sure they had managed to break the bed.
She yelled slapping the male across the head out of sheer frustration that she hadn't gotten the bed break down as she had been hoping for the last ten minutes. She wasn't however expecting to get almost pushed of the bed in response. Her less than elegant landing on the bed made her giggle, before she got up to collect her assortment of things from the floor.
"Are you sure you didn't escape from an asylum?"
"Positive!" Barely managing to stay up she got in her shorts. She wasn't however expecting this 'Erney' sneak up on her and take a hold of her shoulders. She shook him of and move to her shirt.
"I told you. No ties!", Her words seemed to draw a growl from the male she was doing her best to ignore from now on. She hoped it wasn't one of those hopelessly possessive ones she had managed to pick out.
"Why did you slap me?"
Why all these questions? She didn't need questions. She just needed a smile and a goodbye. She didn't bother to answer and pulled on her overly flashy pink shoes on and then collected her favourite red beret of the floor.
"Well Erney, goodbye." She said giving the male a short peck on the cheek and a few pats on the shoulders before leaving the room and starting into a singing fit while skipping down the stairs.
"You forgot your backpack."
She came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs and gave the male at the top a rather deathly glare. He seemed to have just barely gotten into his pants in time. The belt was still loose and the look of that made Annabelle want to go for another round and an even better chance at breaking a bed at last.
"Well throw it down then! Erney"
"You're going to have to come and get it." The male answered viscously. "And it's Einain"
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Yours truely,_____
______________Annabelle~
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 8:58 am
[yay...the naughtiness stopped...]
“ I‘d appreciate it if it wasn‘t mine that broke.”, The brunette actually smiled then and expelled a welcome laugh. ‘ Like we‘d break your bed.’, she teasingly thought as she began to shake her head in ‘mock’ dismay.
“ I give up…I‘m getting a head ache from this.”, Watching Iorwen toss the book aside, Bella felt like the hallelujah chorus had sung her salvation from this torment. ‘ Thank god you feel the same way.’ Tossing the magazine aside, Bella slowly began to climb off of the bed. Sending a smile Iorwen’s way, Bella had stood tall to try and fiddle with the speakers to somehow make the electronica music louder to cover the ambient noise from upstairs.
“ Hear, hear.”, Bella mumbled right before Iorwen spoke once more.
“ Sadly enough Bella…It‘s not coming from who you‘re thinking.”, Bella kept her back to her friend as she began to profusely blink from confusion. ‘ If its not…them…who would…’, while she was somewhat fearful of Einian, Bella had been certain that the man liked her. In the realization that Einian obviously cared absolutely nothing about her, what was left of her confidence began to slip through the cracks. ‘ Not even…’ Not even ‘horndog’ would give her the time of day, and it was that thought that stabbed her chest and forced water to rush to her eyes. In all honesty Bella didn’t care less about Einian, but a small portion of her ego had been wrapped up in him, and now that, like everything else, was gone. ‘ F*ck guys. Whats the point of relying on them?’, Not meaning that thought, Bella swallowed the water building up in her throat as her hands started to shake. Praying that Iorwen didn’t notice or suspect the wrong conclusion, Bella didn’t turn around as she spoke.
“ I‘m going to the bathroom. Hopefully they‘ll be done by the time I get back.”, Bella’s watery voice ended that with a sarcastic laugh before she casually walked out of the room and into the closest bathroom. Proceeding to lock the door, Bella sat down against the rim of the bathtub and tried very hard not to weep again. Even with knowing that the squeaky rabbit sex wasn’t Casey and Harold, the pain had not subsided much. At least if it was Casey, he was just being with the person he cared about. Einian was just an a*****e that she had tried her best to think ‘the best’ of. ‘ Do I have a bell around my neck that attracts these people?!’ Bella only cried one tear that fell down her face in ten minutes -alone- with these melancholy thoughts. The rest she blinked back into her body or wiped away with a strip of toilet paper before they had the chance to form. Still lingering in the bathroom, if only to hide how humiliated she felt from Iorwen, Bella metaphorically raised her ears at the sound of a rather loud female voice booming in the hallway:
“ Da-na-na-na-na-na.”, Bella clamped her face in her hands and tried to squeeze out the woman’s voice. ‘ Ugh! Just shut up! We already know you just had sex! No need to be so satisfied and brag about it.’, Instantly disliking this person, simply because of her foul mood, Bella shook her head back and forth before standing up to look at her appearance in the mirror. Bella’s mouth formed a rather saddened frown at seeing how terrible she looked, and turned on the sink to dampen a wash cloth and fix the problem a little.
Only…
The washcloth Bella had hurriedly reached for was a colourful orange color with red trim. It didn’t match the scheme of anything else in the bathroom, and Bella’s hand froze in midair. The washcloth was Casey’s, and once or twice she had used it to wrap around ice cubes and make a cold compress when he had a fever. Bella’s heart lurched at the thought of touching it and feeling it against her fingers, and so she dropped her hand and leaned forward to inspect it. The rag she had used couldn’t have been that one, regardless of the stunning similarity. The one she had used had been old and stained; this one was new and freshly purchased. It even had a different brand name on the tag…but it was the ghost of old memories that froze Bella in place. There were so many old ghosts flitting into her head with being so close to Casey and Bella’s face contorted in pain.
‘ I shouldn‘t have come here…’ Of course the brunette wasn’t ignorant that it would be hard being in the same building as her old friend, but this was so much more difficult than she had bargained for. ‘ But if I leave, Iorwen will think me a coward.’ The honest desire to just -stay- in the bathroom all day sounded like the best course of action that she could take. Which unfortunately she couldn’t, because then her friend would know that something was wrong…and Bella was finding it more and more difficult to conceal things from Iorwen. ‘ Coming here was stupid. A stupid. Foolish. Harebrained idea!’ Now she was stuck here, and forced to try and ‘collect herself’ as quickly as she possibly could. Using the voice in the hallway to distract her, Bella tried to forget everything on her mind, and just listened from behind the locked bathroom door. Unfortunately for Bella...just listening to the after sex conversation (two sentences of it) did nothing to distract her or neutralize her mood. If not for the fact that storming out of the house upset would give the wrong idea, Bella would have done it just to escape the escalating torment.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 9:48 am
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"Well, Erney-wan... Last chance... Backpack now!" She didn't bother to get the name of the guy really right and growled under her breath. Where were the rocks when you needed them?
"Did I suddenly become a leper or something?"
Yes that was pretty much it. Annabelle looked around to find the nearest thing she could throw to get that guy to throw the backpack down at last. She did find something and a mischievous grin spread across her face. A lonely book rack, barely filled, but with enough thick books to hurt.
"I'll be right back." She said the mischievous smile staying on her face as she went to grab a few books, when she returned to the bottom of the stairs the male she was aiming for soon understood her intentions and went for cover when the books started flying.
"Give it back! Now!" She yelled throwing another book every time the male dared to peek his head out. She was pretty sure she had already gotten in a few good hits. However she ran out of books rather quickly and went back for another few, when she noticed she had an audience consisting of another blonde with glasses on her nose.
"What are you looking at, beautiful?"
"The mad woman throwing my books."
"Well can I have some more?"
She didn't even listen to the response and just grabbed another few and went back to throw them at the stupid male holding onto her backpack.
"Thank you!"
After a few more moments she turned to another form of artillery. A vase...
"Wait... no!"
crash!
─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ Yours truely,_____
______________Annabelle~
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 4:48 pm
[Bella is all: O.O!]
“ Did I suddenly become a leper or something?”, ‘ I certainly hope so.’.
“ I‘ll be right back”, Bella leaned in closer to the door to try and hear everything.
“ Give it back now!” Thump! Thump! Something was being thrown against the top of the stairs, and Bella could not tell by sound alone what was being thrown until she heard the slight ruffling of paper and thought of books. ‘ Iorwen certainly has plenty of books…’
“ Give it back! Now!”, The stranger yelled, and Bella was starting to think that this wasn’t some playful game that two people played with each other. For the longest time, Bella honestly couldn’t hear anything until another sound broke through the atmosphere that distracted Bella so much that her mind was taken off of the pain and replaced by a harried worry.
Crash!
‘ Oh no! They‘ll kill each other!’, Without a moment’s pause Bella unlocked the bathroom door and rushed out of the room. Running down the hall, Bella turned the corner just as she heard another crash!. Her eyes wild and concerned, perhaps a little peeved upon seeing that this new girl was irritating her friend, Bella reached out to try and grab the girl’s hand.
“ What the hell are you doing?!”, Bella looked up to the stop of the staircase to see Einian poking his head out of his room, and a very sour mood suddenly began to curdle into a demonic glee. That vase had been thrown at him and by God Bella thought he deserved it. Taking a nearby vase, Bella curled her arm back and chucked it in his general direction. Great Einian…now he had two people trying to attack him. ‘ I don‘t know what he did, but at this point I don‘t care.’ Joining in the fun, Bella realized there was nothing suitable to grab that wasn’t too heavy or too valuable, so she just reached down to grab a little cat toy and rushed up the stairs. Her shoes/boots smashing glass on the way up before she tried to grab the backpack that she assumed wasn’t his, and smack Einian in the face with the thin plastic wand of the cat toy. Whether she missed and got his shoulder, or missed completely and he only got hit with a bunch of feathers, it didn’t matter. Bella had vented, the thundercloud could leave, and Bella could debate leaving too. ‘ Seriously? You‘re acting like children.’
“ Grow up a*****e.”, With that Bella started to pick up Iorwen’s books and curry them downstairs close to her chest like she was holding a little baby. Satisfied that the books didn’t seem so badly damaged, except for one in which all the pages fell out, Bella sent her good friend an apologetic look before disappearing into Iorwen’s room and waiting for her blonde friend to come in and close the door. Not wanting to see that p***k again for a millennium, or his new little friend who seemed to have no classy decency, Bella crossed her arms after plopping the books on Iorwen’s bed and tried to pretend that she was angry about the situation, and not about what she had thought about in the bathroom. Hormones were certainly making her moody and emotional, and Bella couldn’t stand it.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 6:25 pm
[Poor Harold...]
‘ He can‘t tell me what to do.’, Harold thought as he popped the two extra pills and furiously shook his head. ‘ He doesn‘t know what dark pit of hell I‘m in.’, Think about a woman? Harold wanted to shoot himself. It didn’t much matter how often him and Casey shared physical pleasure together, one thought of Bella and his body tried to grow hard again. Something was horribly wrong with the entire situation, and Harold felt fully disgusted by the entire ordeal. Harold loved Casey, he was definitely attracted to Casey, and he wanted to ******** Casey and not…Lying to himself wasn’t helping the situation very much. Of course everything but the last bit was true, and in closing his eyes in angered shame, Harold slammed his fist against he dashboard to try and punish himself by pain. However, closing his eyes was the worst possible thing to do. Seeing nothing at all reminded him of that night with Bella when they had both been in the dark. Outside of things any person would like, soft skin, warm body, nails scratching down their back, panted breathing; it was perhaps what Bella said that Harold was almost convinced that that was why he couldn’t forget it. She kept crying out Casey’s name, making him think of screwing Casey constantly, as if they were having a very awkward threesome.
‘Oh Casey! Oh God Casey! Please!…Please come…Please!…’, Her pleading moans kept begging and begging and begging the same plead over and over, her voice growing higher and higher because Harold had given her no mercy. Listening to Bella suffer was the most erotic part of the entire experience and as the scene replayed in his brain Harold could feel the blood leaving his head to flood towards other places. Hist fist slamming down in vehement anger, Harold demonically growled because the sharp pain did nothing to keep from thinking about it. Nothing to keep the rock between his legs from throbbing with need.
“ <******** style="color: black">”, Cursing and swearing the entire alphabet of expletives, Harold slammed his forehead against the steering wheel and choked the wheel in-between his hands. Anxious to strangle anything besides what painfully egged him on beneath his zipper. How could this situation get any worse? How could it possibly get any better? Harold was at a stalemate, and he hated it. The complete lack of control was the worst part of this entire situation. Harold dispised woman, hated them with a passion. Nothing about the bulge in his trousers made any logical sense. Frustrated and confused, Harold was quite close to having a complete mental collapse. As the medicine (that no one was supposed to take before driving) began to take effect, Harold could only sit there in his car and wait for the visible signs of arousal to disappear before turning on the ignition and pulling out of the clinic’s driveway.
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Driving into the curb near Casey’s house, Harold wasn’t even sure how he was going to look at Casey and not feel horribly guilty. No one could doubt the sincere affection and love that he felt only for his boyfriend, but the idea of him getting another random rock poking against the zipper of his ebony jeans and Casey seeing it filled the man with premature remorse. Harold could easily pretend that any and all signs of arousal were only because of his darling, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t lying. Not every time of course, but it seemed they couldn’t even watch tv together without one stray thought of Bella’s voice fluttering into his ear. Which could be ignored, of course, if Harold could gain a control on fantasizing after the initial image. Which sadly, he couldn’t always do it…and thus why Harold hated himself and hesitated to leave…the…car…
Just then noticing that Bella’s truck was a few cars in front of him, Harold’s face paled over completely. ‘ s**t!’ His head shook in disbelief. They could -not- be in that little house together. No no no no no! ‘ ******** style="color: black">’, Harold knew that Casey probably heard his car drive up, and he knew in his heart that if he suddenly left that Casey would interpret him as ‘hating’ his life-time friend or being upset and accusatory. Like he left cause he thought they were having sex. ‘ What the hell is she doing here?!’, Harold was not a happy camper, and in anger he stormed out of his car and slammed the door. Growling under his breath, Harold rushed into the house and slammed the door shut just as he heard a vase crash! ‘ What the ******** style="color: black">’ walking onto the scene very slowly and staying in the background, Harold watched as a stranger threw things at Einian (no big surprise there) before Bella came out and joined her in throwing things.
A red alert going off in his stomach, Harold suddenly felt like a rabid animal. ‘ Damnit I told that ******** to leave her the hell alone! What did he do now?’, Whatever it was, Einian obviously hadn’t listened to him, and a fire began to burn within Harold’s entire body. Enraged, Harold was unaware that he grabbed the wall. Unaware that he was actually choking it as he watched Bella storm upstairs from his hiding place. She smacked Einian with a plastic twig, probably nothing compared to what Harold was going to do to him, and rushed back downstairs with what looked to be residue of tears on her face. Sickened at the sight of her emotional face, Harold stormed out from his hiding place the second that Bella disappeared before trying to grab Einian’s throat and slam his body against the wall. If Einian saw him and locked the door, Harold kicked it open and slammed it behind him before attempting to proceed to choke him and slam him onto the broken bed.
“ I told you to leave her alone.”, Harold snarled at the repulsive maggot as his hand tried to squeeze or punish the man. Waiting only for some cowards rambling of an explanation, the darkness in his eyes grew steadily worse. Like a coiled snake, his tail was soundlessly rattling. ' You better have a reasonable explanation or I'll ******** kill you.'
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 9:37 pm
 {One hundred and one replies!}{I'm so happy! And so is the champagne bottle!} whee
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 11:53 pm
this calls for  PARTY CAT!
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 12:30 am
Cowboy and Codeslinger 𝕰𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝕵𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝕯𝖚𝖇𝖔𝖎𝖘XXXXXXXX W A S P
one million keys to open your doors
one million scars to cover your holes
a million codes to open your doors
a million names to cover your floor
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Einian was doing a pretty good job at dodging everything the mad blonde woman threw at him, however he wasn't quite expecting Bella to show up and rush up to hit him with a silly little cat toy which he only tried to deflect with his arms.
"Oi, watch it!"
“ Grow up a*****e.”
"Nice to know, but I already know you hated me. I just don't know why!"
He didn't seem to get any response from Bella, who he was actually supposed to leave alone, but the little mad man wasn't in the house and Einian was sure he had a right to at least verbally defend himself. He was just about to return to the safety of his room when it turned out Harold was in the house after all. Before he properly realized it he was dragged to to his bed and slam into it, which caused it to finally give way and collapse.
"What the ******** is your problem!"
“ I told you to leave her alone.”
"What?! You know that crazy b***h?"
"I'm NOT crazy!"
Einian groaned under his breath barely managing to push Harold of him. Last thing he wanted was another punch to his face that would really break his jaw. He had hardly been able to recover from the last time.
"What do you still care? You got your stupid backpack leave already...", Said Einian looking like he was in a pretty foul mood and he really wanted to be left alone right now.
"No I saw some pretty meat.", the girl stated with a giggle, apparently referring to Harold. Einian in turn frowned, not quite getting what any woman could see 'pretty' in a f** like Harold. He eventually figured that he might as well break the illusion.
"I have to break it you you Belle. He's a f**."
The girl seemed to pout in disappointment, but she didn't seem quite willing to give up and leave yet.
"Well, unlike you, sissy, he can actually break a bed." She then said. Einian just groaned in response just wanting this woman to leave already.
For crying out loud!
~ • • ☆ ★ ☆ • • ~ I don't want to give people hope when there isn't any...
Why not? But we need hope!
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