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Post by eric sutton on Nov 27, 2013 19:21:53 GMT -5
* ERIC SUTTON !
I STRUGGLE TO FIND MYSELF THIS TIME:
SAVE YOURSELF FOR A MAN WITH A CONSCIENCE
I shrug absently as she replies, taking another sip of my soda. I brush my light brown hair out of my face, running my hand over my ginger beard. I smirk crosses my face as Hazel cuts herself off and I waggle my eyebrows at her, knowing what she was about to say. Or at least the general gist of it. I shake my head to myself, watching as Dia jumped up onto the couch next to Hazel. "Whatever," I say, shrugging as I cross the room to plop down on the couch beside ehr before placing my back against the arm of the couch, my legs in her lap. I chuckle, a smile on my face. "Now then, why'd you lie?" I inquire. "Don't avoid the question," I add, shaking my head at her.
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Post by hazelashton on Nov 27, 2013 19:36:50 GMT -5
My face burns lightly as he smirks, and I stick my tongue out at him. It wasn't fair that I couldn't just touch him. He still acted like my Eric. So, why couldn't he just be my Eric? I shake my head at the thought. Too much had changed for it to just be like that again. It probably never would be. I can't help but laugh with him. His own smile was just too contagious to simply resist it. I turn my body back towards the front, and push his legs up, turning sideways and setting my head on the other arm, putting my legs over his, one handing off the couch. I had a right to be comfortable too, didn't I? " Because I could?" I reply, not really wanting to answer. " How did you expect I'd be? Moving away from everyone in London? By force. Losing everything. " I say putting emphasis on 'everything'. I curse myself silently, biting my lip. Why did he always make me talk, even if I didn't want to, I always said everything. I sniff a bit as I blink back tears, not wanting to cry in front of him. |
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Post by eric sutton on Nov 27, 2013 19:43:11 GMT -5
* ERIC SUTTON !
I STRUGGLE TO FIND MYSELF THIS TIME:
SAVE YOURSELF FOR A MAN WITH A CONSCIENCE
"No need to get defensive," I mumble to myself, taking another sip of my soda before offering it out to Hazel. I frown as she speaks, my blue eyes dropping from her face in embarassment. I hadn't meant it like that, I hadn't meant to sound like a total asshole. My gaze snaps back to her face at her sniffle and I sigh, leaning to set my can on the coffee table before leaning forward to wrap my arms around her and pull her into my lap.
I didn't care if things had changed, I didn't care if it had been years since I'd last seen her, if Hazel wasn't as 'fine' as she seemed to be, I was going to try and help. Did I still love her? It was probably obvious as fuck that some part of me did. I sigh, resting my chin on the top of her head as I run my hand down her back comfrtingly. "I'm sorry.. I understand, though I wasn't ripped away," I say, pulling back to look at her.
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Post by hazelashton on Nov 27, 2013 20:10:45 GMT -5
My eyebrows crease in confusion as he sets down his soda, and my body tenses as he pulls me into his lap. It makes me feel so small, but I relax into him anyway, sighing as I wrap my own arms around his neck. My face burrowing into him like I'd been aching to since I'd seen him. I didn't really care at that moment that we were basically strangers. I just wanted to hold him at least once, even if we went on acting like nothing ever happened later. I was honestly hoping that he wasn't just holding me as a friend, but I doubted it was anything more. It'd been three years. And though he was my first love, I had to admit my feelings had dulled with time, though I don't think they would ever leave fully. I shiver under his touch, my back straightening a bit. A pang of disappointment runs through me as he pulls away. I look down, and shrug at his words, not really wanting to meet his eyes. My hands fall from his neck, and I fold them in my lap. |
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Post by eric sutton on Nov 27, 2013 20:19:04 GMT -5
* ERIC SUTTON !
I STRUGGLE TO FIND MYSELF THIS TIME:
SAVE YOURSELF FOR A MAN WITH A CONSCIENCE
Her arms wrap around my neck after I pull her into my lap and I want to sigh, kiss her, and push her away- all at the same time. I absently twirl a strand of Hazel's hair around my finger, an open look in my eyes that hadn't been there in a long time. I'd learned to build up walls, hide what bothered me behind a careless facade.. but that's all it was- a facade. A mask, a lie. Even though her and I were practically strangers, I still felt as if I knew her, and, in some sense, I did.
I lock my gaze onto her face, thinking, before finally leaning forward to press my lips to her temple, not wanting to press my luck by actually kissing her. If she wanted to she'd let me know.. unless that had changed as well. I eventually pull back, a second or two later than was appropriate for friends.
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Post by hazelashton on Nov 27, 2013 20:39:47 GMT -5
I small, shy smile appears on my face as he twirls my hair, and I watch his walls fall. He looks even more like Eric now, completely open, but just for me. My smile widens, and I let out a breath I hadn't known I'd been holding, barely able to refrain from kissing him. Knowing that I probably wouldn't be able to for long. His lips still looked so familiar. My heart jumps against my chest as he leans in and kisses my temple, holding it for a few moments before pulling back. I shiver involuntarily, enjoying the feel of his lips on me, even though they're not where I want them. My mouth opens a bit, eyes a bit wide before I smile, biting my lip. I keep my eyes locked on his as I bring a hand up, tentatively, not wanting to push too much, and set it on his neck, sliding it up to tangle in his hair. Slowly, my eyes slide down to his lips, tracing their lines softly before I lock my eyes back to his, begging him silently. |
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Post by eric sutton on Nov 27, 2013 20:52:51 GMT -5
* ERIC SUTTON !
I STRUGGLE TO FIND MYSELF THIS TIME:
SAVE YOURSELF FOR A MAN WITH A CONSCIENCE
Her brown eyes are wide as she looks at me, eyes that I knew so well, eyes I'd fallen in love with. My face becomes sad at the thought, that she wasn't mine anymore, probably never would be. What were we right now, anyway? I felt like we were more than friends, though I had a feeling that Hazel probably didn't feel the same. Afterall, we'd last spoken years ago. I hadn't even tried to call her.. I'd known it wasn't any use.
A soft breath passes from between my lips as her hand touches the back of my neck before winding its way into my hair and I watch as her eyes fall from mine. I knew I shouldn't.. but, since when did I listen to my conscience? Leaning forward, my blue eyes close as my face approaches hers, our lips pressing together. Kissing her was the same, yet it wasn't. It still felt like I was kissing the same Hazel, though she was different.. she'd grown up.
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Post by hazelashton on Nov 27, 2013 21:06:38 GMT -5
I smile knowingly when I look back up at him. There was a shift in his expression, the same shift that happened every time he kissed he. I leaned forward to meet his kiss, a low lustful sound forming in the back of my throat. I hadn't mean to make any noise, but I could't help it, all my pent up emotions spilling over. I press my lips to him urgently, not wanting him to pull away, and part my lips slightly, running my tongue over his bottom lip before nipping at it softly. My hand tightens its grip, pulling him to me as I kiss him again. A tear falls down my cheek as I pull back slightly, though I'm grinning like I used to. Before I'd moved to this hell hole. Actually happy, despite the tear that had escaped. I reach my sleeve up to wipe it away, and loosen my hold on his hair, my hand sliding down to his chest. |
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Post by eric sutton on Nov 27, 2013 21:19:59 GMT -5
* ERIC SUTTON !
I STRUGGLE TO FIND MYSELF THIS TIME:
SAVE YOURSELF FOR A MAN WITH A CONSCIENCE
I can feel a blush rage across my face at the noise that escapes her, the same noise she'd used to make. I mentally shake my head at myself, arms slipping around Hazel's waist as her lips pressed harder to mine. A soft, short groan escapes me as her tongue runs over my bottom lip before she nibbles at it, my thumb traces back and forth over her skin. Our lips reuinte a moment after, and her hand pulls my head closer to her, grip tightening around her.
A content smile is on my face as Hazel eventually pulls back, and I'm glad to see the same on hers. It was just like old times, only her chest pressed against me more than it used to. My face falls as a tear escapes her eye and she wipes it away. A hand comes up to cradle one side of ehr face in my palm, my blue eyes looking into her brown ones. "I've missed you," I breathe, shaking my head.
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Post by hazelashton on Nov 27, 2013 21:32:32 GMT -5
I lean into his hand as it cradles my face, one of my own coming up to cover his. It feels like a large weight leaves me as he admits that he missed me. A small squeak comes from my mouth and I feel new tears form before spilling over. I take a few long, steadying breaths and wipe my face again. " Sorry" I mumble, not sure why I was even crying so much. " I missed you too though" I say, my voice stronger than it had been a few moments ago. I pull his hand from my face, bringing it back to my hip before leaning up to kiss him on his cheek softly. My brain feels scattered. It felt like we were more than friends. If not dating, then like we were.. talking. But we weren't. So why did it feel this way. Why were we acting as if we were? Was he just living out a past time for a night before acting like I was nothing? An ex, like I actually was. I shook my head to clear my thoughts, not wanting to ruin what we had even if it was just temporary. I bring my gaze up to meet his, not really sure what to say. |
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