Jaxon Porter
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Post by Jaxon Porter on Jun 20, 2013 23:37:54 GMT -5
"Ha, I like you," Jaxon exclaimed in a rather Peter-Pan-esque sort of childish manor. Picking up his cupcake again, he tilted his head and touched it against Naveah's before uttering a little "here, here!" and then taking a bite. Frosting covering his upper lip, Jaxon swallowed what as in his mouth and looked up at the girl before him. "Is there something on my face?" he asked, playing possibly one of the oldest jokes in the book. Laughing at himself, Jaxon poked Naveah's shoulder and moved to lean against one of the counters.
"So I've seen you around a little bit... but not enough to say I know you. What grade are you?" he asked, only realizing afterwards that maybe he shouldn't have said he'd seen her around. Was that stalkerish? Oh well. It probably was. But he'd kind of been known for that since freshman year. He always had been the odd one out. Not many people had ever liked Jaxon. Not even since he was a young boy. He was thankful to have a friend like Esme, though. She always got more people to interact with him. Usually it was through things like this party. By the end of the night, he might just have another name to match with a face.
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Post by Naveah Withers on Jun 20, 2013 23:54:21 GMT -5
Naveah smiled when they "clinked" their cupcakes together in a mock toast. She grinned when he got cupcake all over his face. "Oh good," she said when he said that he liked her. "I like you too," she replied, totally honest. Most people annoyed her, but Jaxon was interesting. She peeled back the wrapper on her own cupcake and inhaled. Oh gosh, it smelled so good! Freshly backed, fluffy cake topped with butter-cream icing and a fondant Batman symbol. It was a cute cupcake, and a tasty one, too. She took a bite, managing to only eat the bottom part of the cupcake. She wanted to save the top bit and the icing for later.
Naveah leaned against the counter with him, nibbling at her cupcake. He said he'd seen her around, which sort of surprised her. She wasn't a social butterfly or anything, so him seeing her around was weird. It was even more interesting to her that he managed to remember her. "Oh, really?" She was still a little taken aback. "Typically, people say I blend in. A lot of kids in my grade don't even know my name. I'm a junior, by the way." She answered his question with a tight smile on her lips. "What about you?" He looked to be her age, really. Now that she was looking, she noticed he looked nice, too. The muscle t-shirt showed off his arms really well... oops. Naveah, don't think like that, stop staring! Might make him feel weird, poor kid.
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Post by Jonathan Russel on Jun 21, 2013 0:01:33 GMT -5
Jon laughed when Ben went along with his Santa gear, giving him a quick pat on the back before he walked away and Esme approached him, and he smiled down at her, wrapping an arm around her waist and then planting a peck on top of her head, just holding her for a bit. He knew he'd been quite... selfish. Jon hadn't been able to let himself cry about Gin until the funeral, and even then, it was difficult for him to cope, which resulted in him leaving a lot, taking on more hours at work, sometimes not even showing up to work. It wasn't healthy and he was aware of it, and the guilt was eating away at him, seeing the way his family was functioning, it was like he was abandoning them. I mean, he was still there, he just wasn't... there, mentally, that was.
His eyes shifted over to Cici and he smiled in endearment, then sighed. How could he be putting his daughter through that? This was going to be their first Christmas, with Cici, with them, together, as a family. Last Christmas, Jon had given Esme a ring, and this year she was wearing it on her finger. They'd made it that far, much to his surprise, and he never realized how happy that actually made him up until that point. He'd always appreciated Esme and Cici and their little family and what his wife did for him, but looking now, he realized how important it was to him, and how important it was for him to try and give back when they needed it most.
He moved his hand and took hold of Esme's, smiling down at her, pulling down his beard for a second to expose his mouth, "I think that could work, baby," he nodded, insistently, "I would like that."
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Post by Esme Russel on Jun 21, 2013 21:53:59 GMT -5
Esme couldn't explain her excitement when Jonathan told her that he would like to do the sexy thing. Why couldn't it be tomorrow already? Would it be terribly inappropriate if they sneaked off into their bedroom and had some sexy naked fun time? Mark and her sister could easily handle their daughter for fifteen minutes tops. You don't need as long when you know what you're doing, right? She decided that she was just going to take the risk and she placed her hands over his firm little behind. "Jon, do you want to help me... Make the bed in the basement?"
She didn't really mean make the bed and she hoped that he understood what she did mean. It'd been far too long for her to go without to even imagine going one more day especially with her pregnancy homophones like they were right now. She just wanted to have sex constantly and it'd been going quite well for her until the shooting. She got it in the morning, in the afternoon and at night.. Sometimes in the evening, too if Cici napped after dinner. "I know that we have people but nobody will even notice if we sneak down in to the basement and just go at it.."
She was even willing to suck it up with the horrible weed smell if it meant that she got the sex that she'd been craving so desperately. She pressed her lips to his with an intensity that she hadn't done in at least twenty-one days. "Come on, baby... I need the big D." She wasn't scared to guilt him into this! She knew how he handled it when she cried and she was a wonderful fake crier. She removed her hands from his behind and placed one just over the crotch area of his shorts. "Come on... Just one time."
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