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Post by Hannah Walker on Jan 24, 2009 14:49:48 GMT -5
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Post by James Kent on Jan 24, 2009 15:29:30 GMT -5
Jim smiled as he felt himself be pulled on top of her. This was going to go even more smoothly then he had planned. Over the last couple of days he’d been suffering from a bit of hurt pride and if it was a hurt that Hannah was willing to fix then he’d let her. As he relaxed and let his weight come down on her, her legs spread, providing him a perfect place to lay. It was almost too easy and he had to wonder if he was not the first person she’d invited to the gardens. If playing more innocent than she actually was, was her game, she was good at it.
He thrust his hips against her a bit, his hands bracing his body, pressing firmly against the ground on either side of her head. Jim turned his head to the side and met her neck with his lips, sucking and biting gently against the soft, smooth skin. A significant amount of time had passed and he wondered just how late it was. “One second,” he said, whispering in her ear. He sat back on his knees, still comfortably between her legs. “I just want to check the time,” he added. The curfew that he and Katie had pondered was in fact a reality and though he was not against sneaking back into the dorms, he’d rather not if he didn’t have to.
Jim’s phone was out of his pocket before she could protest and he turned it on. As he waited for the startup to finish, his free hand found her inner thigh again, pressing against it with a certain roughness. As the cell phone carrier logo loaded, he slid his hand up the front of her jeans and his fingers down below the waist line of her pants, holding her tightly. Though his hand was busy he noticed the time – after 10:00, which was the stupid curfew for week nights. “Shit, we missed curfew,” he muttered, flicking through the other notifications on his phone. He’d apparently missed yet another call from his mother and a voicemail to go with it.
Much to his surprise, there was a text message from Katie. He resisted reacting to it, having forgotten that he had been the one to text her in the first place. Her message was funny and sort of cryptic. Did he really need to come to her aid? He was supposed to be her knight in shining armor after all. Not sure of how best to continue, knowing from earlier that Hannah would probably have a fit if he sent a text, he just slid his phone back into his pocket. The look on his face said that he wanted to address what was on his phone, but his actions told another story. His other hand met the first at the button of her jeans and with a look on his face that was far more fitting, he unbuttoned them and slid down the zipper of her pants.
....................................................................................................... hey...Hannah it's...Jim just kickin' in in my...outfit inspired by...Step Up - Linkin Park counting...503 words other info/notes......
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Post by Hannah Walker on Jan 26, 2009 0:54:47 GMT -5
hannah walker
Hannah was so good at playing her innocent side to people, This little innocent girl who's just a big flirt inside and she somehow knew that she had played her role well since he smiled like he was satisfied but she tensed, feeling his whole weight go onto her, somehow she felt torn between relaxed and scared, What next?
She tensed again, feeling his hips rub against hers and then her skin flamed hot when his lips met her skin, biting gently, at least he was modest with that and not some pig.. like.. she shuddered, remembering what her father's friend had done to her way back when... ugh she though bitterly as she tried to push the disgusting thought away from her mind but warning bells were ringing in her ears from her head, stop now! before it goes too far! you promised! she had thoughts running through her head as she just let him, feeling slutty.
The time had passed and suprisingly she was starting to forget the thing that annoyed her earlier, seeing him sit up she wanted to protest but he cut her off by switching the phone on, so all she did was roll her brown eyes and propped herself up on her elbows, focusing on him and his cellphone which made her forget his hand was below her waistline on her jeans beside the button that seperated the world from her undergarments.
Hearing him mutter something about curfew her eyes widened and she said weakly, suddenly feeling sick, "Curfew? We passed it?"
She watched him flick through his other notifications, and seeing his face twist in wanting to reply to the text she silently regretted throwing a fit over him pulling out his phone earlier so she said, "You can text her. I don't care.. I was.. kidding." Well, Half of that was true. Her eyes went to where his hands were and his face was more than satisfied that he had found her jeans button as she watched him un-do it with slight wide eyes, hearing the zipper fall as if it was being slowed down just for her to hear she gulped, wondering if he was going to do what she thought he was going to do.
[yay.. long post for once x3]
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Post by James Kent on Jan 26, 2009 12:13:35 GMT -5
Inside, he couldn’t help but feel amused that Hannah was still so obviously adverse to his cell phone. Though he had the distinct feeling that it was going to come back to bite him in the ass, with one hand he tapped the screen of his phone several times, writing out a quick message. The push of the big green send button finished the job and Jim turned his phone back off and slid it into his pocket. “The only ‘her’ I’m worried about right now is you,” he said, his lips meeting her neck again, this time attacking her a bit more ravenously than before.
Whether this was true or not was not really up for debate. The fact of the matter was that Jim had been snubbed by Katie and much as he reminded himself that he had just been looking for a friend in her, it had hurt his pride. And then there was Hannah, who seemed all too willing to take his wounded pride (whether she knew its condition or not) and stroke it. And if she was willing to do that, what kind of man would he be to stop her? Not a very smart one, that was certain…
With one hand he braced himself, holding himself above her, taking most of the weight of his body. He kissed her again while his other hand found the hem of her panties. Curfew was already broken, so what was the harm of staying just a little bit longer? Though she seemed hesitant to continue, her body was telling him otherwise; responding to every touch in a manner that could only be construed as favorable. His hand slipped lower, enveloping itself in the warmth of her jeans. Just a little fun, Jim thought to himself, trying to hide the grin that was threatening to overtake his face.
[Yea, that's right... We went for one of those 'fade to black' endings.]
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....................................................................................................... hey...Hannah it's...Jim just kickin' in in my...outfit inspired by...The Ultimate Showdown - Lemon Demon counting...307 words other info/notes...Well, that wraps this one up.
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