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Post by iason on Dec 23, 2008 16:33:01 GMT 8
Iason felt her arms go around his neck, and his tightened around her back. He was sort of confused when she started moving around, but he smiled against her lips as she climbed onto his lap, like when they were younger. One arm wrapped around her waist, the other rested lightly on her hip, but closer to her hip. He didn't want to rush this.
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Post by armelle on Dec 23, 2008 16:38:07 GMT 8
Armelle sighed, one of his hand around her waist and the other on near her hip felt so good. She could tell he was trying not to rush anything but for some reason she wanted him to. She moved one hand down his chest, resting near the buttons of his shirt, wondering what he would do.
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Post by iason on Dec 23, 2008 16:43:52 GMT 8
He could feel her hand moving from his neck, to his chest resting on the - buttons of his shirt! His eyes flung open. He didn't break the kiss, but he made a questioning noise. What was she implying with that?
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Post by armelle on Dec 23, 2008 17:59:58 GMT 8
Armelle sighed when he made a questioning noise. She pulled her head away slightly, "anything wrong?" she asked innocently, her lips brushing over his with every word. She didn't know if he wanted to or not but she hoped he did.
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Post by iason on Dec 23, 2008 18:09:31 GMT 8
Anything wrong? He laughed. "Armelle. Do you - uh - are you trying - uh -" he stammered. Then he sighed. "Are you pushing it?" he asked.
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Post by armelle on Dec 23, 2008 19:21:09 GMT 8
Armelle sighed, "I want to Iason" she said softly and seriously. "But do you?" she asked again, she probaly knew the answer but she still asked, hoping he would say yes.
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Post by iason on Dec 23, 2008 19:37:04 GMT 8
Iason sighed as she answered. He was trying to hide his glee. Shameless to say, he'd dreamt about being with her. A lot! But, he thought he'd ruined his chance at that. Obviously not. And, he wasn't going to lose her this time. Unless she found some American bloke she liked better. Iason!
"Of course I do," he said softly, running his fingers through her hair softly.
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Post by armelle on Dec 23, 2008 20:29:10 GMT 8
Armelle sighed, feeling his fingers in her hair. "I've - um - never - uh" she told him, stupidly. "Remember what I told you when we were younger? If I was going to do it with anyone... I'd want it to be you" she reminded him, looking him in the eye.
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Post by iason on Dec 23, 2008 20:46:49 GMT 8
His eyes widened slightly as she spoke, reminding him of something she had told him when they were younger. "You - Even after what I did?" he stammered. He was impressed, to be honest. He looked deep into her eyes. "Are you sure you want to?" he asked her.
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Post by armelle on Dec 23, 2008 21:10:57 GMT 8
Armelle sighed and nodded her head, "the past is the past" she told him, quite seriously. She was willing to forgive him for what happened. Looking in his eyes and smiled, "I'm sure, I want to be with you" she assured him, a tiny smile on her lips.
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Post by iason on Dec 23, 2008 22:00:27 GMT 8
Iason looked at her, admiringly, as she said, rather simply, the past is the past. She was amazing. One hundred percent totally amazing. She smiled, telling him she wanted to be with him. Iason couldn't believe it. He was sure he was dreaming. "Uh - now?" he asked stupidly.
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Post by armelle on Dec 23, 2008 22:06:10 GMT 8
Armelle sighed and nodded. She got off his lap and laid down on his bed, her head against his pillows. She gave him a bigger smiled over at him, trying to tell him it was alright, no matter how nervous she was.
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Post by iason on Dec 23, 2008 22:30:05 GMT 8
She nodded. Iason sighed watching as she got off his lap, and crawled around him to lie on the bed. He lay down beside her, propped up on his elbow, his forearm under her neck. He softly stroked her cheek and hair. Was this really happening? Was she really lying there waiting for him? He wasn't dreaming? No. It was all real. She'd forgiven him. And she wanted him, as much as he wanted her. Possibly more, seeing as she'd waited all this time, despite what he'd done. "Armelle - I -" he began, before he leant down to kiss her.
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Post by armelle on Dec 24, 2008 0:36:10 GMT 8
Armelle sighed, his hand stroking her cheek and hair felt so good. She couldn't believe she was lying there with him, about to do this, after hating him for what he had done. She looked closely at him and the experession on her face was a comfused one when he said her name. When he didn't finish she sighed and kissed him back, one of her hands rested on his chest again, if it was important he would have said it.
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Post by iason on Dec 24, 2008 8:00:57 GMT 8
Her hand rested on his chest, and she was sighing. That was a good sign right. His hand left her hair as he kissed her, stroking down the edge of her face, to her neck. He ran his fingertip over the silky smooth skin of her neck, and he sighed into the kiss. He groaned, pulling back, dropping his head to her neck. When his lips can in contact with her skin, he whimpered, still unable to believe this was happening. His hand continued stroking down her arm.
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