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Post by Faye Perez on Mar 17, 2011 17:22:00 GMT 2
Things were....strained...at least on her part any way, she had tired, more then ever to force down the feelings which had been threatening to overwhelm her, but the longer she tried, the harder it became to actually do. Jack had been perfect, just like he had always been, but even she could see the strain, things were hard, both of them dealing with memories they were trying to forget.
Neither of them had spoken about what had happened, he hadn’t told her what he had been through when she had been gone, or the things that had led her to that location. She hadn’t told him what she had been through when she had thought she had been tortured. Walter had done one thing right, and that was making her think everything was real.
With a sigh she looked out of the window as they headed back home, the stay in hospital had been horrible, knowing Jack could have died, that had been worse. Her gaze shifted over towards him, dark eyes shinning as she offered him a tight smile.
Licking her lips she reached over gently, her fingers resting against the fabric covering his leg, there was so much she realized they needed to talk about. It would wait though, she couldn’t bring herself to go there yet, to listen to his words, to find out how they had both been put in the situation they had, and then there was Mia and Brian, how close Tyler had come to loosing his mother, and possibly his father. Furrowing her brow ever so slightly, the car finally slowed and her gaze shifted to the window, to their home. “Home sweet home” She muttered, it felt like years since she had seen this place.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Mar 17, 2011 21:55:49 GMT 2
"Home sweet home." He repeated softly as he pulled the keys from the ignition. He moved his hand to rest on hers, lacing their fingers before he lifted both up and placed a kiss on her knuckles. He was glad she was here, glad he was here.. both of them alive and the damage was healing.. at least physically. He wasn't sure how she was on the inside and he hadn't dared to ask. Not yet. He would avoid doing that for as long as he could for his own selfish reasons.
He smiled back at her before he leaned toward her, pressing his lips against hers. His hand let go of hers only to brush through her hair and pull her closer to him. He had missed being able to kiss her the way he wanted, touch her the way he wanted. He had missed her[/]. The damned doctors had kept them apart for the most time they had been at the hospital. And if it weren't the doctors, it had been the cops watching his every move, every single minute. He was less than pleased to say the last part wasn't even over yet, but he would deal..
"We should probably go inside" He mumbled when he finally pulled away enough from her to be able to talk.
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Post by Faye Perez on Mar 17, 2011 22:16:11 GMT 2
A soft sigh fell from her lips at the simple movement. Being able to touch him again was heaven, it felt amazing, her eyes locked on his face, a soft frown crossed her features. For so long she had been afraid she would never see him again even when she had known she was safe, her worry for him had ate her up, and now the simple act of him holding her head hit her hard. Licking her lips, her eyes fluttered closed at the feel of his lips pressed against her.
With an almost silent sob, she pulled her hands away from his, lifting it to smooth gently through his hair, doing her best not to go any where near the injured part of his skull. Delicate fingers pulling him tighter against her, she didn’t want to loose him and yet some part of her was so desperately afraid she would.
Biting the inside of her lip he pulled away all to soon, and her eyes sparkled with water. “Yea” She mumbled. Her leg was healing, but the pain sucked….and walking was even worse. With a breath she forced herself to calm, to make her face as composed as possible, the last thing she needed was Jack to worry, but she doubted very much he had been slow enough not to see the tears shimmering in her eyes.
With a deep breath she slowly pushed open the door and eased herself out of the car propping herself up on the metal as she watched him exist, with a smile she walked over to him, well hobbled over to him, with a breath she let out slowly, her arm wrapping around his waist as together they headed towards the front door.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Mar 18, 2011 0:20:06 GMT 2
As he pulled away, he trailed his tongue over his lower lip, almost as if he wanted every last bit of taste he could get. That kiss, it wasn't nearly enough after everything that had happened. He had thought he had lost her, the torture tape being the last thing he would ever see of her. Than there was the desert, and even the hospital..
His eyes racked over her face, drinking her in until his own expression changed. She was holding back tears, he could see it by the shimmer of moist in her eyes He wanted to say something, tell her things were going to be alright from now on, but she already moved to open the door before he could, leaving him with no other choice but to do the same as he got out of the car himself.
He made sure he was at her side before she was even half way to him. His own arm wrapped around her waist, both to offer her support and his own need to feel her body against his once more.
"Are you ok?" He asked softly as he dropped a kiss to her head on their way to the front door. He unlocked it moments later, the all too familiar smell of home washing over them both as he lead them in to the house. It was a more than welcome change from the sterility of the hospital.
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Post by Faye Perez on Mar 18, 2011 0:30:28 GMT 2
It was nice, having him holding her once more, although she didn’t know if he was supporting her because she needed it, or if like her, he needed to feel close to her. She wanted to ask so many questions, but was petrified of the answers. Swallowing she sighed, feeling his lips against her head, but his question made her frown, it was a stupid one to ask, but she doubted she would have been able to come up with anything better. With a deep breath she just gave him a tight smile, “Yea” She muttered, heaving in a deep, trembling breath. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest, the closer they got to home.
Finally the door was open and she looked around, everything was the same, ish, it was messier then the last time she had been here, her gaze shifted over towards Jack as one of their pictures caught her eye. Slowly she un wrapped herself from him, hobbling over to the table she slowly picked it up, fingers brushing over the picture, before she slowly turned to him, lifting it so he could see. “Jack?” She bit the inside of her lip, brow furrowing as she looked at him.
That picture, it told her so much, yet she was so afraid to as what had led to it, what had led to what had happened to her. Walters words ran through her head, and even now she couldn’t admit to herself that something Jack had done had led to it.
Gently she set the picture back down on the table, even though it was destroyed, she couldn’t bring herself to destroy it any more. Her dark gaze drifted back towards him, the gap between them seemed immense and she stepped closer towards him, she needed him, needed to know everything was going to be okay, when everything around her was just falling apart.
The thought of him being less then okay scared her shitless as well, she knew what events like that did to people, she had lived it, and had helped witnesses through it, “Your okay right?” She mumbled, wondering if he would lie to her, or actually tell her the truth. She took another step towards him.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Mar 18, 2011 14:47:44 GMT 2
'Yeah' she said. He wanted to believe her, he really did, though right now he guessed he didn't even have much choice but to just do so. He didn't want to push and upset.. more, than he already had with everything he had brought down on her, them.
His arm dropped down uselessly when she moved from him, his side instantly feeling bare without her there while his eyes followed her toward the table and the forgotten picture he had left there on it, burned in a certain place. He had meant to get rid of it all together, but after Verone had payed him a visit, even before that, everything had turned in to more than just a shit storm for which he still hated himself. If he hadn't been so fucking stupid..
He snapped out of his thoughts when she called his name, his eyes moving from the picture back on her. He lifted his hand up, biting on the nail of his thumb before he dropped it again. A nervous tick he had picked up in the last couple of months, ever since that damned tape. She wanted an explanation, she wasn't asking for one out loud, but it was clear as day, and as much as he wanted to, he couldn't lie to her if she did ask. No more smoke and mirrors.. He owed her at least as little as that.
"Yeah." He answered softly, the small nod of his head a pathetic attempt to emphasize this one lie. He wasn't even sure if he was lying to only her or himself as well. He thought he was ok, but now.. he wasn't too sure.
"No.. I fucked up. I almost got you killed.." He finally admitted with guilt in his voice, closing his eyes as he rubbed his hand over his face. This wasn't the home coming he had wanted for her. For him to finally tell her what he had done, the cause of what had happened to her. Why couldn't he just close the rest of the gap between them, take her in his arms, finally do whatever he wanted with her, and forget about it all?
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Post by Faye Perez on Mar 18, 2011 22:02:54 GMT 2
She wanted to believe him, she really did, but with the way he was looking at her, and the she herself was feeling she knew there was no way he was okay, there was no way either of them were okay. It was why both of them got on so well together, despite the lies they both knew it was bull shit. Right from the start she had been able to se through him, just the way he had with her. Swallowing she went to nod her head, but his sudden out burst caused her to stop, her dark gaze snapping towards him.
This was the part where she was meant to smile, where she was meant to step forward, wrap her arms around him, kiss him and tell him everything was okay, that it wasn’t his fault, that none of this was. This was the part where she was meant to, but she didn’t. Instead she stood there looking at him, her brow slightly creased and her head tilted to the side, a soft sigh falling from her lips. “You fucked up” She mumbled dropping her gaze, “One fucking fucked up mistake” She bit the inside of her lip, her eyes watering once more.
With a deep huff she rubbed a hand over her tired features and turned away from him, moving slowly towards the kitchen, the pain in her leg was shooting through her body and she needed to kick it in the head before it took control. Biting the inside of her lip she dry swallowed two pain killers before slowly turning, her dark gaze landing on his features. “Why?” She questioned softly, she didn’t blame him really, from what she knew things were far out of any of their control, “How could you be stupid to take a job like that” Her brow knitted further. This time she did step towards him, and with a soft hesitant breath, she lifted her fingers, brushing them softly over the side of his face. “I love you” She sighed, dropping her gaze and her hand.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Mar 19, 2011 14:15:31 GMT 2
"Because of the money, because of the debt I owed Brian.." He mumbled, but what he really meant to say was because he was a fucking idiot. He wasn't exactly green to jobs like this, he had known the easy money was dirty even before he had taken it, and still..
When his eyes met hers once more, he practically huffed at her next three words. Really? After everything she had been through because of him, because he had been stupid enough to let himself get dragged in to some mess way over his head, she could still say those words to him? Fucking hell, why couldn't she just yell at him, scold him, hit him like he deserved... Anything that didn't feed his guilt like the soft touch of her fingers against his face.
"You shouldn't." He muttered, sounding more than sure even if he couldn't believe himself for saying the words. He loved her, he'd go to hell and back just to have her, yet he always and still kept pushing her away whenever things got rough. He really was a fucking idiot.
He shook his head as he reached passed her for the fridge door. He wasn't allowed to drink alcohol yet, doctor's orders, but he could care less. He couldn't deal with this shit sober, not like he thought he could. Call it his own way of killing the pain, an escape.. whatever. He grabbed the first thing that contained alcohol, a half empty bottle of Vodka. It was a surprise they even had some in the house as he screwed the top off and without hesitation took a gulp.
"Why can't you just.. I don't know.. blow up at me for once? If you haven't noticed yet, I learn the hard way, not the soft way.. Fuck." He added on a breath, turning away from her before he did any more damage. He really had no idea what he was doing anymore these days.
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Post by Faye Perez on Mar 19, 2011 17:47:54 GMT 2
Faye shook her head letting out a soft breath, so that was it, it was all down to god damn money, all because they had their first real fight which had led to him getting completely shift faced, biting her lips she looked at him, dark yes locked onto his face, there was anger there, anger she knew she should be directly at him, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it, not yet.
And there it was, him pushing her away, him doing what he was god damn good at, the going got tough and he clammed up, he shut himself of from her, he hissed and stamped his feet like a freaking child. It should have been her stamping at him, and had she not been in pain, she would have, she would have done more then stamp her feet at the attitude he was displaying. She thought she had gotten past this with him, that with the ring on her finger, when he had promised to marry her that he would have gotten past all of this crap. Apparently she had been wrong, wronger then she had ever been in her life.
She twisted to watch him, so they were to that as well, him turning to the drink to deal with everything, with a shake of her head she listened to his words, and that was all it took. With a angry breath she twisted, her hand reaching forward, wrapping around the bottle she ripped it out of his hand. Another breath left and she launched it across the room.
“You want me to fucking yell Jack, huh, you want me to yell and stamp” She stepped closer ever so slightly, her dark eyes burning with anger. “I almost died okay, I was shot, and that video, that could have been real” She stepped closer to him again, she wasn’t about to let him back out of this now, he had wanted it, he was gonna deal with it. “How did it feel Jack huh, watching it, cus ill tell you it was real to me, everything, it was fucking real” Letting out a deep sigh she swallowed, regretting having destroyed the bottle of vodka.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Mar 20, 2011 13:37:39 GMT 2
When the bottle shattered against the wall, he flinched, he actually flinched like a fucking coward. He wanted this yes, he wanted her to be pissed at him and tell him he fucked up, but at the same time he was scared shitless of what it would eventually result in. If she would finally be fed up with his bullshit and do what he always feared, throw the ring back at him and walk out of his life for good.
"I can't undo any of it, alright? As much as I want to I can't make it disappear, I would if I could." He growled, swallowing the 'I'm sorrys' all together. He had said them enough and they didn't do squad shit for anyone anyway. The words did not make anything disappear and they sure as hell didn't undo the rest of it. Why couldn't he just suck it up, pretend like nothing bothered him like he always did? Goddamnit, he needed to grow up and stop finding excuses or looking for easy ways out of his own created shit. He was going to loose her sooner rather than later if he didn't.
His eyes moved back on to her at her next words and his brow furrowed. That had been the worst of it all, the watching, the not being able to do fuck all about anything but just watch. Had he made up for it in the desert, the hospital? No.. He didn't think he'd ever be able to make up for any of it.
"How do you think it felt watching that tape, everything. It made me want to put a fucking bullet in my head knowing I was the one who brought it on you. I was scared shitless I would never see you again. You're my life." He muttered, his jaws tensing as he shook his head. This.. 'talk', it was even harder than he had imagined and dreaded it would be.
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Post by Faye Perez on Mar 20, 2011 14:04:06 GMT 2
Faye rolled her eyes at his words, was that what this was coming down to, him wanting to fix everything, to make it okay, how long was that going to last, he wasn’t going to make it okay, he couldn’t make it okay, his actions had almost gotten her killed, so was he just going to push her away completely, destroy everything they had, because he wanted to fucking making it better. “Your right you cant” She hissed her dark eyes blazing with anger, “But you can start dealing with your actions, start manning up Jack, you fucked up deal with it, I have”
Lie….she hadn’t, she hadn’t dealt with it, she didn’t know if she wanted to deal with it. The only thing currently stopping her from having a total break down and locking herself from the world was the fact her anger was so forcefully directed at Jack.
His next words made her deflate…slightly, he was opening up, ish, which was a start all on its own, she stepped towards him ever so slightly, the anger in her eyes showing him she was still more then pissed at her. “Then start acting like it Jack, start acting like a fucking adult, not a child” She licked her lips running a shaking hand through her dark hair.
“You got into shit with Brian, so what do you do you take an illegal job for quick cash, instead of swallowing your pride and going back to Brian” She shook her head, “When is that okay Jack, when are you gonna stop and think” She questioned with a raised brow, setting her jaw she looked over at him. “I love you, I do, but” She lowered her gaze with a sigh.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Mar 21, 2011 0:54:12 GMT 2
Jack stood in silence, watching her as she tore right in to him. Was it because he was manning up? Acting like an adult? No. He could feel his own anger rising under his skin, even if it was directed more at himself than it was at her. He knew she was right, she was fucking right and that was the worst part of it.. But than her next words made him scoff. Did she really wanna go there?
"Yeah I got into shit with Brian. Because you thought I couldn't keep my dick in my pants." He growled, yet he instantly wished he could take back the words. He wasn't blaming her, he couldn't fucking blame her. He couldn't blame anyone but himself for the stupid fact he had taken the job for a quick way out. And then there it was, before he knew it, the 'but' he had been dreading all this goddamn time. He had pushed her too far..
"But what? Baby, you tell me you dealt with it and expect me to believe it, while you can't even look me in the eye anymore.." He didn't care for the anger in her eyes any longer when he closed the last of the small gap between them, his hand reaching up to cup her chin, forcing her to look at him once more. He might not have dealt with his own actions and what it had brought on her, but neither had she. For fuck sakes, he knew her longer than today, and better than she might think. He knew when she was lying and to hell with it if he was just going to let her get away with it now.
"I don't want this bullshit from you just as much as you don't want this bullshit from me. So why don't you talk to me, really talk to me. I can handle it." He whispered.
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Post by Faye Perez on Mar 21, 2011 15:41:32 GMT 2
Faye stopped her dark eyes wide, shocked as she looked at him, did he really just say that to her, did he honesty just go there. With a shake of her head she rolled her eyes, “What the hell was I expected to think Jack” She snapped, her anger was rising once more, and it was directed all at him, but she knew there was a little bit on her as well, he was right, if she hadn’t left that day, eh wouldn’t have gone out, got himself pissed and then taken that job. “But Jack does what Jack always does, fucking runs away, we started getting close, you fucked of, things get difficult, you went and fucked yourself up with god knows what and then fucked over Brian and his garage, then instead of swallowing your pride and working for the money you took any job that was offered to you” She yelled there was no way he was going to pin this back on her, but she knew, on both sides there had been faults, they had both done things that had ultimately led them to the position they were currently in.
The words he spoke made her stop, her gaze still on the ground, he was right, of course he was, he knew hew more then anyone, except maybe her brother, he had been there for her, in so many ways, ways in which she was sure he wasn’t even aware of.
She saw his feet moving and before she knew it, his hand was tilting her chin up, forcing her to look into his eyes. Her dark brown ones were filled with pain, her brow furrowed ever so slightly as she looked at him. She licked her lips slowly then shook her head, there was moisture in her eyes once more, threatening to over whelm her, and she heaved in a deep shaky breath. “I need you to start manning up Jack” She whispered softly, “I need to know when things get tough your gonna be there with me”
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Mar 22, 2011 16:32:25 GMT 2
"You could have fucking trusted me. You think I put that ring around your finger for shits and giggles? So I could fuck around behind your back and at the end of the day, come home to you? Bullshit!" He all but shouted back at her. And that was exactly what it was, it was all bullshit. They'd already had this conversation before, had (tried to) put it behind them and yet it still reared it's ugly head. He ran his hand over his face, the muscles in his jaws tensing in frustration. He was getting sick and tired of this. Him trying to be who she wanted him to be, trying to be who Brian wanted him to be. Yet the more he tried, the more he seemed to just go in the opposite direction. It just came so damned natural to him.
"But it looks like you at least learned a thing or two from me in the process, huh? Running away. Not talking.. But you know what, it's all fine and dandy with me.. At least you can't say I didn't care nor tried." He shook his head with a scoff. This home coming, or whatever it could be called now, it was turning in to one big fucking disaster. He had thought the worst was over now that the both of them had left the hospital alive, but he guessed he was wrong. It seemed far from over when he saw the tears well up in her eyes once more, his hand letting go of her chin and his brow furrowing as he looked back at her.
"Are things not tough enough for you now? You almost died, I almost died, I might even go to jail for the rest of my life if the judge decides against my actions being anything but self-defense. Yet I'm not running, I'm still right here, with you, aren't I?"
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Post by Faye Perez on Mar 22, 2011 16:47:58 GMT 2
His own words echoed around her ear, she knew deep down he was right, knew even back then he would have never done that to her, but she knew him, and it wasn’t the first time he had ran away, or done something stupid because they had gotten to close. Her brow furrowed ever so slightly as she looked at him, her head tilting to the side, jaw set in stone. With a sigh she slowly lowered her gaze, “Your right” She muttered softly, and he was, she should have trusted him, but trust was hard to come by, she was, still waiting for him to turn his back on her, or simply turn on her, for so long it was all she was used to, and now, suddenly have this amazing guy who actually cared and gave a damn, it was all new to her, she didn’t no how to deal, nor react. Yet he was right, he wasn’t that type of guy no matter what happened.
Apparently now was time for home truths and once more everything he was saying was true, everything, she was scared and turning her back on him, on talking on actually moving forward. A chill of fear ran down her spine as she finally once more looked at him, he had almost died, she hadn’t been to bothered about the fact she had almost died, but he had, he had almost died and she would have been alone, being reminded of it now scared the hell out of her.
“How long are you gonna stay there though Jack” She questioned softly, her dark eyes locked on his face, “When you realize just how bad it gets, how bad I get” Licking her lips she could already feel her anger subsiding and instead the mind numbing fear came crashing back down, heaving in a trembling breath she fought against the suffocating feeling she had “I always thought I was over it Jack” She whispered forcing down the sudden memories, the feelings, the fear. “What happened to me I thought I was past it, but Im not, I don’t think I ever will” Shaking her head she set her jaw, “I feel like im drowning and im scared” Her water filled eyes lifted to meet his intense gaze.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Mar 23, 2011 0:35:00 GMT 2
Jack briefly closed his eyes, mentally sighing at her words. He finally understood, or he thought he at least partly did. She still expected him to fuck her over.. again, he guessed. But that was then and this was now. Even if it didn't always seem that way, he had changed a hell of a lot since his foolish and cowardly MIA trip. He would never walk out on her again, not unless she told him to.
"I'll stay there for as long as you let me. I don't care how bad things get.. I love you and nothing is going to change that. Period." He answered, his eyes locked with hers. He needed her to know he was telling the truth. He wasn't going to back out, fuck her over first chance he got, nor hurt her.. He wanted to be with her no matter how ugly shit would and could get between them. They had been through enough already, and yet they were still standing, were they not? And then finally she let him in like he had asked, just a little, and his heart sank all together as he lifted his hand to cup the side of her face.
"Baby, I'm not asking you to be over it. Hell, I'll never know or even pretend to understand what you've been through, but I am asking you to trust me never to hurt you like that. I'm not.." He swallowed the 'him', sure that if he didn't, he would be scratching at memory walls he didn't want to be scratching at. He wasn't going to loose her because of her damned past, or because of what had happened now. The shimmer of tears behind her eyes had his hand moving from the side of her face to her chin, tilting it up before he pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
"I won't let you drown.." He whispered against her lips.
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Post by Faye Perez on Mar 23, 2011 15:14:38 GMT 2
She slowly licked her lips, her dark eyes watching him closely for the first time since she had met him, she actually believed his words, believed what he said, understood that he did love her, and that for as long as they had been together, she, just like him had spent most of their time trying to push each other away, protecting something close to their heart that neither of them wanted to admit, they were both more afraid then either of them ever actually let one.
Letting out a breath she watched him for a moment, sighing softly, she understood his unsaid words, knew what he wanted to say and didn’t, knew that she herself was more afraid then she should have been about him becoming the man she didn’t want him to. Smiling tightly she nodded her head, sighing as he tilted her chin back up once more, his lips soft against hers.
Letting a sigh fall from her lips her hand lifted, winding around his neck and through his hair, her feet shifting forwards so she could press herself against his hard body. Pulling away from him she rested her forehead against his, “Im not okay” She whispered softly, “But I cant give you what you want, not yet” Licking her lips she slowly let out a sigh, “But I will, as long as you promise to do the same” She only moved away far enough so she could look at him, “I need you to open up to me as well Jack”
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Mar 25, 2011 14:15:49 GMT 2
His arms slid around her small frame instantly, holding her against him as he breathed in her scent. It had been the longest time since he had been able to hold her like this, and to hell with it if he was going to let go of her any time soon. But than the muscles in his jaws tightened when she looked up at him. She was asking him to open up more than he already had.. He'd already had enough trouble saying the words he had said to her now, but if he wanted to keep her..
"Ok.." He finally whispered, nodding barely noticeable before he pressed another longer kiss to her lips, his fingers digging softly in to her back when he urged her tighter against him. He had never stayed long enough, or serious enough for that matter, with any of his previous girls to call his relationships anything but a fling, he'd never had to open up. But this, with Faye, it wasn't a fling. It was more than just sex, more than him just telling the girl whatever she wanted to hear so he could have some fun between the sheets.. or where ever, the ring around Faye's finger more than proved that, he hoped.
"I'm sorry.." He whispered, even if he had promised himself not to say those useless words again. But than he had fucked up and hurt her so many times before, he owed her at least something, anything, even if it would change nothing or make shit better.
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Post by Faye Perez on Mar 28, 2011 13:57:50 GMT 2
Being in his arms felt safe, secure, something Faye found very difficult to do, even with her brother there was always a place in her heart, in her head telling her she was in danger, that sooner or later she was going to be harmed again, that it was just a matter of time until she would be right back into the situation she had been in back in Miami. His lips pressed against hers in an almost bruising kiss, it floored her, the feelings she felt behind it, the fear.
She smiled at him, his words almost reassuring, she didn’t quite believe him, that he would open up to her, not right away, after al she hadn’t to him, not fully, and she couldn’t not yet, it was to much, and for now she wanted, and needed to forget about everything.
A frown creased her forehead as she looked up at him, his words were pointless, very pointless, no words would ever change anything, “Don’t” She mumbled softly, pushing herself tighter against his chest, suddenly needing to feel him, to feel anything other then the crushing feeling that was surging through her body. “Just don’t” She repeated, but it left her lips on barely a whisper, and she wasn’t sure if he actually heard it or not, but it didn’t matter to her, because only moments later she was crushing her own lips against his, her fingers smoothing through his hair, before moving down to tug at his shirt.
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Post by Jack O'Conner on Apr 2, 2011 13:58:04 GMT 2
Her lips were back on his sooner than he could care to listen to her whispered words. Whatever she said.. it just went completely passed him. His hands trailed from her back down to her ass, taking a firm hold as he pressed her against his groin. He could feel the heat coming from her body, seeping through the two layers of clothing between them. It was enough for him to forget about the current difficulties surrounding them, enough to make him loose control and let his desire cloud and take over.
He backed her up against the nearest wall of the small kitchen, his hands and lips leaving her only long enough to pull the shirt she was tugging at over his head. It dropped to the ground quickly before his hands were back on her, caressing every inch of her body as his fingers worked on the buttons of her top, undoing them one by one. His lips found the exposed skin, kissing her neck and collar bone, moving down to her cleavage as his hands grabbed her thighs and hoisted her up with her legs around his waist.
"I missed you so much.." He whispered redundantly between his kisses as his body and growing erection pressed in to her more, holding her with her back against the wall behind her.
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