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Some of the current story I'm slaving over.
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“Get away from me!” Jean screeched, and dashed to the sofa, arming herself with a pillow. Luke walked over to her with his arms wide open and a cocky grin spread across his face. “C’mon Jeannie. Don’t be mad.” She shot him a venomous glare. “Don’t be mad?” She spat and raised her pillow a little higher as he got closer.
Luke was now a foot away, in range. Jean whacked him with the pillow with all her might but as she reeled her arm back in Luke snatched her wrist and pulled her close to his face.
“That hurt you know.” He breathed right into her face. His breath was, for once, clean. She squirmed but he was too strong for her. “Let go Luke!” She struggled. “No.” He said simply and held her tighter. After a minute more of squirming she sighed and relaxed her body.
“What are you going to do?” She snapped at him, not so venomously. He shifted his arms so that only one was holding her now. That’s sad… Jean thought and squinted at him. He brushed her hair away from her face and smiled at her. “Nothing.” He then turned his innocent little smile into a grin. “Unless you want me to do something.” He said suggestively.
“No.” She snapped and managed to loose his grip and get out of it.
“I’m sorry Jean.” He murmured from behind her. He was right by her ear; she knew their hair was mixing. She didn’t dare turn, afraid he would give her one of those looks and she would forgive him. “No your not.” She didn’t snap, it was just a sad voice though. He gently touched her arm, electricity. She couldn’t move now.
“Jean. I am. Really.” He whispered; his body was right up against hers now. “Luke -” She started but she couldn’t finish, he was kissing her neck and her knees were becoming weak. She knew she wouldn’t be leaving tonight.
Jean’s hands ran over the sheets. She was sitting up on her bed in her underwear, cloths were scattered over the bedroom floor. She glanced behind her and Luke was sleeping soundly under the sheets. She suddenly felt disgusting and she stood up and quickly walked over to the bathroom and slipped into the shower.
The hot water fell all over her face, washing off the make-up she had neglected to wash off last night. It washed all over her, making her feel better, but at the same time worse. “Damn it.” She murmured as some shampoo got into her eye, she bent down and started to rub it out and then noticed two feet a few yards from the shower.
She jumped but didn’t yell. She stood up and winced as more shampoo threatened to fall into her eye. He walked over to the shower now that she had seen him. He opened the door. “Luke you’re letting the steam out.” Jean murmured and reached for the handle again, he had wormed himself inside the shower.
“Out.” She ordered him. Suddenly she realized he was naked. Her face flared with embarrassment. “Luukke.” She whined and pointed out. “I wanted to make up for our little fight last night. I’ll help you shower.” He grinned.
“Out!” Jean ordered again, much louder this time, and she didn’t dare face him this time. “What’s wrong? You’ve seen me naked before.” Jean’s face exploded with color as she realized they were both naked, not minding what he had said.
“I-I know.” She finally murmured and stepped out of shower, her hair still a bit sudsy. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself, she heard Luke turn off the shower and step out.
“What’s with you lately?” He asked. She turned around, colored, and glanced away. He hadn’t taken a towel. “I’m not comfortable with you being so comfortable.” He blinked and widened his eyes in surprise. “Are you saying I don’t turn you on anymore?”
She shook her head and gave him a gentle glare. “No. It’s not that. It’s just, my parents bought me this dorm for college, and it doesn’t feel right for you to stay out drunk till four and then come back and expect me to have sex with you till I have to go to class.” He frowned. “I’m sorry; I’m out getting laid by other girls.” Jean’s eyes went red and she snapped her face to him. He burst out in laughter. “Kidding.”
Jean’s eyes drifted to the floor and frowned. “Whatever. I said get out, I need to finish my shower I have a class in twenty minutes.” That way a lie. It was in forty minutes, but she needed to get out. His eyes bent sadly and walked to the door and touched her shoulder and kissed her cheek. “Okay. We’ll go out for a nice dinner tonight, okay?” She nodded ‘yes’ quietly and walked till the door slammed closed before she got back into the shower.
Jean was standing in front of Hanna’s house. It was red brick, so old that ivy had grown all over it. They had a wooden porch out front with a few chairs. It was two stories; above the porch was a wooden balcony. Beside the house was a two-car white garage, but it still had a car out front. It was one of those classic family houses. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
Scampering for the door. “Who is it?” Hanna’s voice asked from behind the door. “Who do you think Hanna?” Jean said and sighed. Hanna tapped her foot on the other side of the door. “Jean.” She sighed. Hanna wrenched the door open and grinned. “Hey Jeannie!” She chimed. Jean smiled weakly and nodded. “Heya.”
Hanna led her inside, the floor was wooden, of course, and the walls were a creamy white. There was a staircase right by the door way with a phone on it. Across from the stairs was an archway leading in the dining room.
The dining room had a dark maple wood table with ten dark maple wood chairs surrounding it. Two at each end. There was a crystal chandelier above the table, lights on. There was a window on the front of the house in the room, three ceiling to floor panels, streaming light. There were light pink-gold curtains pulled back. An archway was present across the room, it lead to a hallway that led to the kitchen. Jean knew this house from front to back.
“C’mon, we have a few minutes before class; let’s go up to my room.” Hanna invited her. “Mom!” She hollered; her hands cupped around her mouth. Her mom responded something in Hebrew. Hanna rolled her eyes. “I don’t want to.” Her mom appeared in the door way of her office, upstairs, walking over to railing. She looked hurt. She said some more Hebrew. Hanna nodded. “Uh-huh.” Her mom sighed and said something else. Hanna turned red with anger and shouted something in Hebrew and stormed off to the living room which was an archway parallel to the door.
Jean smiled weakly up at her mother. “Sorry Mrs. Cohen.” She apologized. Her mom sighed. “It’s alright Jean.” She had a slight accent and nodded to the archway. Jean rushed off after Hanna. The last thing Jean needed was to make Hanna’s mother angry, it was complicate her parent’s relationship with them.
“Hanna.” Jean said at the archway. Hanna looked up; she had been sitting on the sofa, staring at the dark maple coffee table. The room had a Mediterranean theme and there was a walk in kitchen behind her with a half bar dividing the two. “She called me stupid.” She said and dug her foot into the carpeting.
Luke was now a foot away, in range. Jean whacked him with the pillow with all her might but as she reeled her arm back in Luke snatched her wrist and pulled her close to his face.
“That hurt you know.” He breathed right into her face. His breath was, for once, clean. She squirmed but he was too strong for her. “Let go Luke!” She struggled. “No.” He said simply and held her tighter. After a minute more of squirming she sighed and relaxed her body.
“What are you going to do?” She snapped at him, not so venomously. He shifted his arms so that only one was holding her now. That’s sad… Jean thought and squinted at him. He brushed her hair away from her face and smiled at her. “Nothing.” He then turned his innocent little smile into a grin. “Unless you want me to do something.” He said suggestively.
“No.” She snapped and managed to loose his grip and get out of it.
“I’m sorry Jean.” He murmured from behind her. He was right by her ear; she knew their hair was mixing. She didn’t dare turn, afraid he would give her one of those looks and she would forgive him. “No your not.” She didn’t snap, it was just a sad voice though. He gently touched her arm, electricity. She couldn’t move now.
“Jean. I am. Really.” He whispered; his body was right up against hers now. “Luke -” She started but she couldn’t finish, he was kissing her neck and her knees were becoming weak. She knew she wouldn’t be leaving tonight.
Jean’s hands ran over the sheets. She was sitting up on her bed in her underwear, cloths were scattered over the bedroom floor. She glanced behind her and Luke was sleeping soundly under the sheets. She suddenly felt disgusting and she stood up and quickly walked over to the bathroom and slipped into the shower.
The hot water fell all over her face, washing off the make-up she had neglected to wash off last night. It washed all over her, making her feel better, but at the same time worse. “Damn it.” She murmured as some shampoo got into her eye, she bent down and started to rub it out and then noticed two feet a few yards from the shower.
She jumped but didn’t yell. She stood up and winced as more shampoo threatened to fall into her eye. He walked over to the shower now that she had seen him. He opened the door. “Luke you’re letting the steam out.” Jean murmured and reached for the handle again, he had wormed himself inside the shower.
“Out.” She ordered him. Suddenly she realized he was naked. Her face flared with embarrassment. “Luukke.” She whined and pointed out. “I wanted to make up for our little fight last night. I’ll help you shower.” He grinned.
“Out!” Jean ordered again, much louder this time, and she didn’t dare face him this time. “What’s wrong? You’ve seen me naked before.” Jean’s face exploded with color as she realized they were both naked, not minding what he had said.
“I-I know.” She finally murmured and stepped out of shower, her hair still a bit sudsy. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself, she heard Luke turn off the shower and step out.
“What’s with you lately?” He asked. She turned around, colored, and glanced away. He hadn’t taken a towel. “I’m not comfortable with you being so comfortable.” He blinked and widened his eyes in surprise. “Are you saying I don’t turn you on anymore?”
She shook her head and gave him a gentle glare. “No. It’s not that. It’s just, my parents bought me this dorm for college, and it doesn’t feel right for you to stay out drunk till four and then come back and expect me to have sex with you till I have to go to class.” He frowned. “I’m sorry; I’m out getting laid by other girls.” Jean’s eyes went red and she snapped her face to him. He burst out in laughter. “Kidding.”
Jean’s eyes drifted to the floor and frowned. “Whatever. I said get out, I need to finish my shower I have a class in twenty minutes.” That way a lie. It was in forty minutes, but she needed to get out. His eyes bent sadly and walked to the door and touched her shoulder and kissed her cheek. “Okay. We’ll go out for a nice dinner tonight, okay?” She nodded ‘yes’ quietly and walked till the door slammed closed before she got back into the shower.
Jean was standing in front of Hanna’s house. It was red brick, so old that ivy had grown all over it. They had a wooden porch out front with a few chairs. It was two stories; above the porch was a wooden balcony. Beside the house was a two-car white garage, but it still had a car out front. It was one of those classic family houses. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
Scampering for the door. “Who is it?” Hanna’s voice asked from behind the door. “Who do you think Hanna?” Jean said and sighed. Hanna tapped her foot on the other side of the door. “Jean.” She sighed. Hanna wrenched the door open and grinned. “Hey Jeannie!” She chimed. Jean smiled weakly and nodded. “Heya.”
Hanna led her inside, the floor was wooden, of course, and the walls were a creamy white. There was a staircase right by the door way with a phone on it. Across from the stairs was an archway leading in the dining room.
The dining room had a dark maple wood table with ten dark maple wood chairs surrounding it. Two at each end. There was a crystal chandelier above the table, lights on. There was a window on the front of the house in the room, three ceiling to floor panels, streaming light. There were light pink-gold curtains pulled back. An archway was present across the room, it lead to a hallway that led to the kitchen. Jean knew this house from front to back.
“C’mon, we have a few minutes before class; let’s go up to my room.” Hanna invited her. “Mom!” She hollered; her hands cupped around her mouth. Her mom responded something in Hebrew. Hanna rolled her eyes. “I don’t want to.” Her mom appeared in the door way of her office, upstairs, walking over to railing. She looked hurt. She said some more Hebrew. Hanna nodded. “Uh-huh.” Her mom sighed and said something else. Hanna turned red with anger and shouted something in Hebrew and stormed off to the living room which was an archway parallel to the door.
Jean smiled weakly up at her mother. “Sorry Mrs. Cohen.” She apologized. Her mom sighed. “It’s alright Jean.” She had a slight accent and nodded to the archway. Jean rushed off after Hanna. The last thing Jean needed was to make Hanna’s mother angry, it was complicate her parent’s relationship with them.
“Hanna.” Jean said at the archway. Hanna looked up; she had been sitting on the sofa, staring at the dark maple coffee table. The room had a Mediterranean theme and there was a walk in kitchen behind her with a half bar dividing the two. “She called me stupid.” She said and dug her foot into the carpeting.
