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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 14, 2010 15:56:38 GMT -5
Lyric couldn't repress a small noise of frustration at being stopped again, but he diverted his lips to her neck again. "Sure," he said between kisses. Anything to do this before the last of his high wore off! She could talk all she wanted, but they were wasting time. "I'm not gonna be able to do this sober," he warned her. Sobriety was so close now that he could almost taste it, and he didn't like the feeling.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 14, 2010 16:19:21 GMT -5
Quinn wasn't sure what he meant by that, not being able to do this sober. She knew that he'd given her something obviously, but other than feeling warm and happy, she'd felt like herself for most of this. Aside from the sitting next to him part. "I'm pretty sure that I'm sober," she whispered, thought that this seemed personal enough that perhaps you should be sober. Quinn's neck arched under Lyric's ministrations, and she wished she could just let him do what he wanted, but now, now she was curious, and perhaps a bit hurt. This was real, not something in the past to forget.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 14, 2010 21:55:23 GMT -5
Another low noise followed Quinn's words, frustration building up and making it difficult not to think about what he was doing. His kisses were slowing, but his breath was quickening, and he tried desperately to hold onto that feeling of relaxation. "Y-you can do it sober," Lyric said, his hand moving again even as his body shifted unconsciously away from hers. He squeezed his eyes shut and his brows drew together. All the physical—what he wanted, what he wasn't getting, and what he was recalling his discomfort with—was becoming overwhelming.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 14, 2010 22:30:46 GMT -5
Quinn smiled at that, "it's just, you're really good at kissing, and I want to remember. I don't know what we're going to be doing, but I want to remember." Quinn slid her hand underneath Lyric's jaw, lifting his face away from her neck, as she pressed a kiss against his lips. "I really like kissing you." At this point that was all Quinn was associating with what was happening. She pressed another quick kiss against his lips.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 14, 2010 23:58:32 GMT -5
Lyric had no real argument against the press of her lips to his, though confusion was slowly setting in. He was beginning to realize what he'd been doing, and he didn't understand why he'd been doing it. You're really good at kissing. He kissed her again, but it was becoming difficult to lay so close to her. "I can't..." he murmured between kisses. He had to pull away, and his body was in an uproar. It wanted to recoil, but it also wanted to press forward, to take the way he'd taken that first time with Jory. He started to pull back, but he didn't want to end the kiss.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 15, 2010 0:05:59 GMT -5
He couldn't what, Quinn thought to herself. She wanted to ask, she really did, it was burning the tip of her tongue, but so was something else she thought with a slight smile. Her fingers curled back near Lyric's head, sifting through strands of hair again, pleasantly enjoying this kiss, if Lyric stopped the kiss then he would. But if he wanted to show her something than he would as well, one curiosity swapped for another curiosity she thought.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 15, 2010 0:26:34 GMT -5
He couldn't handle it. He couldn't stand the feel of her hand in his hair, all the contact suddenly too much. His body wanted, but with his mind working, all he could feel was self-disgust for wanting. He didn't know why—she was a girl, he wasn't a sick pervert if it was a girl, and he'd been enjoying himself, he knew he had—but the same crawling feeling was creeping under his skin.
"I can't," he repeated, the words pleading and almost desperate as he pulled back entirely, needing to free himself. He was taking too-quick breaths, and his brows were drawn together with tension as he forced still-heavy muscles to support him on his feet. He was a little dizzy, but maybe he could breathe.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 15, 2010 0:32:57 GMT -5
Quinn recognized the fight or flight in Lyric's eyes right now, as she dazedly sat up. "It's okay, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. I get it." Quinn wrapped her arms around her knees, a self comforting gesture she felt like she needed right now, as her entire body was protesting. "I didn't mean to push, sometimes I can push to much." Quinn let her hair slide over her face as she looked down to where Lyric's box had ended up, it had seemed like a talisman earlier, she picked it up and held it out to Lyric, "here hold that." She hoped it would make him feel better, somehow safer.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 15, 2010 0:44:38 GMT -5
If Quinn had only pointed at the box, Lyric wouldn't have moved. He didn't want to face her, didn't want to turn around, but he heard the movement enough to turn his head and he couldn't stand to have the box in someone else's possession. Maybe the box was part of it, but all he recognized was the need to keep it and its contents hidden as well as possible. He turned and took the box, hardly glancing at Quinn as he swept up his duffel bag from behind the pouf she was still sitting on. The box went in, and he tugged the zipper sharply. "Thanks," he said shortly.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 15, 2010 0:49:33 GMT -5
Quinn knew the signs, wished she knew Lyric well enough to know what to say in response. No problem she thought to herself as she watched him. What she did manage was "no, thank you." Maybe he wouldn't get it, but there were alot of things that had happened today that she had enjoyed, and grown from. She blushed she'd kissed him, or he'd kissed her, and he'd given her part of her sister back. She thought about standing up to, but didn't want to threaten Lyric with a quick motion since he seemed skittish enough at the moment.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 15, 2010 1:53:54 GMT -5
No, Lyric didn't get it, but he didn't say a thing about her thanking him. He was trying to wrestle himself under control, trying to tell himself that it wouldn't do any good to get it out of his system with a quick fix if she was still here. He might try something again, and his body was in enough torment as it was. He just needed to breathe, and needed time. He didn't know what to say, didn't know if he should leave or ask her to leave, or sit down and try to relax. He wanted to just leave.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 15, 2010 10:18:56 GMT -5
Quinn gave a small smile, she could tell that he was warring with himself, and knew what he wanted to do, in a similar situation she'd want to do the same thing. Well in this situation she wanted to do the same thing, but she wanted to give him the option first. "It's okay, leave. I promise I won't be hurt or offended, I get it." She tucked a few strands of hair behind her head, "I'll even let you get a head start," she knew what it was like, when people needed to escape from her, this part wasn't new.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 15, 2010 10:37:26 GMT -5
Lyric didn't like that she knew what he was thinking, and his eyes narrowed again as he looked at her. His pride told him to deny everything and stay just to prove her wrong, but the need to be alone was greater than pride. He looked away and adjusted the handles of his duffel bag, then headed for the door without a goodbye. If he lost a future sale doing so, he deserved it for having given it to her in the first place.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 15, 2010 10:56:40 GMT -5
Quinn sighed to herself as she stood up off of the floor, straightening her dress. She thought that she could handle somebody else just walking away from her, but it still stung after what had happened. But what had happened? Lyric hadn't seemed to be altogether there anyways, something had happened, scared him, it wasn't her, but it still felt like her fault somehow. Taking a deep breath, Quinn decided that there were enough questions that she had that she needed to talk to someone, preferably a boy. A small smile curved over her lips as she hoped that Markise was back from break, and decided that she would go see him.
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