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Post by Aiden Munslow on Jun 23, 2013 21:05:22 GMT -5
When she called him a tease he couldn’t help but laugh. Maybe he was a tease or seemed like it. The kisses felt so good. He wanted to kiss her forever, just to feel the way it made him feel good like it was different then with other girls, and he liked it. He was too busy kissing her to tell her that he wasn’t a tease, and he didn’t want to stop kissing her. He felt her hands go towards that area he liked her touching too. He liked her when she was kissing him and touching him, but he didn’t know much about her real personality, which was a bit sad. This was the second time they were doing this in two days and they still hadn’t really talked much. To be honest it felt a little bit weird but he didn’t care about that he wasn’t going to stop and get to know her, that wasn’t really on his mind at the moment.
He ran his arms down her sides, until he felt the fabric of her underwear and toyed with the waist band before helping her out of them. Then did the same for his own, he realized that she still had a bra on. So he rolled over so that she was on top of him, so that he could reach around her and unhook it, and he threw it across the room, not watching where it went, which he probably should have done since she would have to find it at some point among all his junk that was all over the place. He liked the idea of her being in control, so he went with it and reached for the condom and…
*skip*
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Post by Hannah Briden on Jun 23, 2013 21:28:28 GMT -5
Hannah just let Aiden kiss her, loving the attention. When he got to her underwear, she twitched, the light trail of his fingertips on her skin making her anticipate what was to come. However, she hadn't expected him to let her be on top - now that was interesting. He rolled over with her and removed her bra, and finally, they were both naked. She grinned, and got to it, enjoying being sort of in control.
*and they skipped hurr hurr*
Hannah lay next to Aiden, her underwear back on but bra nowhere to be found. She honestly was too lazy to find it in Aiden's mess of a room anyway. She hoped that he would let her spend a little time, if not the night, just hanging out in his dorm. She knew she was breaching couple territory, but she had her head nestled against his arm, her left hand resting softly on her stomach. She had been trying to cover as many scars as possible without actually looking like she was doing that. It probably looked really obvious, but she didn't care. She wanted to talk to him about them - and at the same time, she didn't. She wouldn't say a word as they sat there for a good few minutes, catching their breaths, enjoying the moment. Finally, though, she said the first thing that came to mind: "I have no clue where my bra is, thank you."
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Post by Aiden Munslow on Jun 23, 2013 22:49:24 GMT -5
“Oh I guess that means you’re going to stay here forever right? Or at least until I stop holding your bra hostage,” he laughed. “Sorry, my room probably ate it, if you want you can borrow one of my shirts or something,” he felt bad for losing her bra, but it was probably possible to find it if they looked for it. “Or you don’t have to put clothes on…” he shrugged. “If you get cold then I have blankets,” that sounded dumb who in the world didn’t have blankets? He yawned, and sat up, “You know, someday I’m gonna know everything about you,” why did that sound serious, he really didn’t mean that he was going to be with her forever. He wanted to get to know her, everything about her even if they didn’t end up together, he still thought they would be good friends.
“and someday I want to know what happened,” he leaned down and kissed one of the scars on her legs, “and I wanna know about this one,” he kissed another one. He didn’t know where this was coming from he was thinking about her scars. He didn’t want her to tell him now, in fact he was probably too tired to listen to her story, just sometime in the future. “and this one,” he got up and went to go get a shirt for her from the closet. “You don’t have to tell me now though,” he said. “I do want to get to know you though, you know favorite color um… birthday… Social security number, bra size, all that stuff,” he laughed, and threw a shirt at her. He put on a pair of boxers before he laid down next to her again.
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Post by Hannah Briden on Jun 23, 2013 23:36:21 GMT -5
Hannah giggled, shrugging. "I guess that means you're holding me hostage, too," she wrinkled her nose and poked him in the side. "I'd tell you to let us go but I think staying here for a little would be okay." She popped her head up and kissed his cheek, quickly, hoping he wouldn't mind. She laughed when he said he had blankets. "Oh good, you've got blankets. I'd have to leave if you were one of those weirdos who didn't have blankets," she teased, smiling. Hanging out with Aiden felt good, even if they hadn't really gotten to know each other. Her grin broadened when he said that he wanted to know everything about her someday. She was glad that he actually cared, and wanted to get to know her. "I want to get to know you, too," she said, slowly. It was entirely true, she realized - she really did want to know him.
She stopped smiling suddenly when he kissed her scars. He wanted to know about them? It kind of made her heart melt, even though she knew he probably wasn't trying to be cute... or maybe he was. He was just such a nice guy, she felt herself falling for him, hard. "Someday I want to be able to tell you," she whispered back, her hands finding a thicker scar, fingers running over the raised white line. "Someday..." she knew now it would be too hard to tell him. In a week it might still be too hard. She would have to know him for a while before she could tell him. She had told the wrong person before and knew how that felt; her own sister had called her an "emo suicidal bitch" for weeks when she found out. She needed to trust him more, first.
"Oh, favorite color, that's easy," she said, catching the shirt and pulling it on. "It's purple, bright purple," she said. "My birthday is Valentine's day, not a big deal though. My bra size?" she snickered. "I'm a C cup. 34-C, to be specific. You planning on buying me lingerie?" she teased, lying back and smoothing the shirt over her stomach. It was soft; she liked it. "The social security number is for me to know, not you." she nudged him. "What about you? Color, birthday... how many inches are you?" she laughed. "I'm joking about that one. Um, no, what's your favorite animal?"
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Post by Aiden Munslow on Jun 24, 2013 0:45:31 GMT -5
“Well I wasn’t... but that’s a good idea, maybe for Christmas,” he teased. “My favorite color, I like green…. Animal… hmmm I like giraffe’s, I bet they can see everything from up there like, every other animal in the woods is like looking up to them and stuff, I also like cats… I also like pigs, because bacon, oh and did you know that pigs have orgasms for thirty minutes, I’d like to know what that’s like…I really want to be a goldfish too… I think it would be nice to just be there, and like you don’t have to do stuff you can just swim around in a bowl all day, and like if there was another fish and it was mean to you or something, then you won’t have to remember it forever because goldfish can’t remember things for that long so you just forget. Or like if you were sad then bam happy again. I always imagined goldfish as being really happy and like content with their lives you know?”
He wasn’t even sure of what he was saying anymore, but he just kept talking, since he tended to say stupid things when he was tired, or just in general. “Oh my birthday is July twenty eighth… That would suck having a birthday on a holiday though, I guess valentine’s day isn’t that bad for guys cause guys don’t get stuff for valentine’s day that much, well except sex if the girl likes what you got them, but like you know how people combine your birthday and Christmas if their close? Do people ever do that to you? Like what if a guy just bought you a box of chocolate and was like ‘hey happy birthday/valentines day, because I’m too much of a douche to get you a birthday present too,’ ok so maybe not that last part.”
He tried to think of more questions. “Oh speaking of valentine’s day, what’s your favorite flower?”
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Post by Hannah Briden on Jun 24, 2013 19:10:21 GMT -5
Hannah wrinkled her nose, hoping he wasn't serious. Underwear, for Christmas? Then again, it would definitely make her holiday spirit a bit happier if she could wear sexy lingerie and have some fun with Aiden. Damn, that idea didn't sound too bad, now. "Thirty minute orgasms?" Hannah laughed, shaking her head. "If I was a cheesy person, I would say I'd show you how to achieve that kind of accomplishment." She winked and threw him the "double guns" hand gesture - you know, the one where you point both of your index fingers, thumbs up, and look like a total douche bag? "But I'm not a cheesy person so pretend I didn't say that."
"I'd love to be as happy as a goldfish, but I want to have a good memory. They can only remember for about sixteen seconds, I heard." Hannah could hardly keep up when he rambled, but it all made sense for the most part. She laughed, shaking her head. "No, I've never had a guy who did that," she admitted. She wasn't going to tell him that she'd never technically had a boyfriend before, at least not one who lasted all the way to Valentines day with her. "Though there was this one time that Sierra sort of tossed me a box of conversation hearts that some guy had given her, and she said Happy Valen-birthday." Hannah shrugged. "Having my birthday on Valentine's day isn't that spectacular. It's just annoying when someone makes a big deal - you know, like that one annoying kid in your class who has to yell and go on like, 'omg you have a birthday on a holiday you should have a party' yadda yadda."
She smiled, thinking of her favorite flower. "My favorite flowers are roses, but I love it when you get a bouquet of them in all different colors. You know, how you can dye white ones, and then there are the bright red ones and pink ones and sometimes orange-y ones." She said with a beaming smile. "What about you? Got a favorite flower? And..." she laid back, looking towards the ceiling as if it would give her a question to ask. "Hmm, who's your favorite band?"
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Post by Aiden Munslow on Jun 24, 2013 20:02:32 GMT -5
He laughed at her when she said she could help him achieve that. “I would love that,” he smirked. He listened to the rest of what she had to say, before he said anything else. “I’m not gonna lie, I probably am that annoying kid but maybe I’ll save the lingerie for then… It might make a better Valen-Birthday present; oh we can have a party too if you want, but I really hate those conversation hearts, because they kind of set you up for failure there’s cute ones like be mine or I love you but then you have like lol or best friends or some crap. Like I’m really going to go up to some girl hand her some conversation hearts and the first one is and I love you one, and then there’s a lol one and a best friend one. That poor friend zoned sad girl.”
He had a habit of talking a lot, and he was working on that. Not really. “I mean I wouldn’t do that because that’s kind of a douche move, but there are some stupid conversation hearts in those things, ok roses, hmm I’ll have to remember that. I think all flowers are nice, I don’t understand though like some of them just smell like dirt, and I’m like wait how am I supposed to stop and smell the flowers if they smell like dirt?” He didn’t even know what he was saying most of the time, because he said it without thinking and he tended to ramble on about unimportant things. “I like Bring me the Horizon, and The Postal Service, I have a weird music taste, like kind of rockish music, and then technoish stuff, I don’t even know. I kind of like Death Cab for Cutie too. What about you? What do you listen to? I hope you like serenades… I mean what I wasn’t going to do that or anything.”
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Post by Hannah Briden on Jun 24, 2013 21:34:33 GMT -5
Hannah playfully rolled her eyes when he said he'd love that. Of course he would - who wouldn't love a thirty minute orgasm? Okay, that sounded fun but it also seemed like, really dangerous. She nodded as if she understood his rant about conversation hearts. It definitely made sense, she just knew he was talking a bit much. "Oh, well, I'm kind of a fatty so I don't pay attention to the words... I just eat them..." she said, blushing as she chuckled, a joke at herself. "But if you ever give me conversation hearts I'll make absolutely sure to read every one and tell you how confused I am, okay?" she said, teasing.
She rolled her eyes when he said flowers smelled like dirt, still grinning. "Well you have to wash the flower stems off, then," she said, as if ti were the most obvious thing ever. "Duh! I mean, roses smell amazing when they're clean. Hey that works for basically anything... anything smells good if it's clean." Hannah wrinkled her nose - now she was sounding extremely weird. But that was just her, she said weird shit sometimes and didn't realize she was doing it.
"Oh my god, you like the same bands as me!" Overly excited as always, Hannah sort of softly punched Aiden in the shoulder, giggling. "That's so cool - I love DCFC, and Panic! At the Disco, and Fall Out Boy and... let's see... Sleeping with Sirens, I could go on for days about all the bands I love." she sort of leaned against his shoulder, smiling. She was feeling all snuggly, like a warm kitten after a long nap. "Now I know you're cool because you listen to good music."
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Post by Aiden Munslow on Jun 24, 2013 23:34:58 GMT -5
“Nah I’ll pick out all the stupid ones before I give them to you,” he yawned. “I’ll only leave the I love you, and you’re super cute, and let’s fuck in the closet one’s, you know those types in there,” he laughed at his own stupid joke. “Speaking of fucking in the closet though… actually this has nothing to do with fucking, or closets… We should hang out for real some time…” he wasn’t sure what he was really asking her. “I don’t know how to skate, but we could both fall on our asses together, and it seems like a Christmassy thing to do, so I can make you not hate Christmas so much. Oh, and you have to go sit on Santa’s lap.” He was joking about the santa thing, “I’m kidding, but it’s really funny when you go up to them, and act like you believe in the magic of Christmas, you know all that bull crap your parents taught you when you were little?” He laughed.
“I mean, it’ll be good bonding experience for us anyway, because I wanna get to know you and I mean sex is nice but we can’t really talk, ya’ know?
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Post by Hannah Briden on Jun 24, 2013 23:45:26 GMT -5
Hannah beamed when he said that he would take out the stupid conversation hearts. "What a gentleman, hand picking the proper candy hearts for me." She said with a cheery lilt to her voice. She thought of candy hearts and fun things like that for a moment. Aiden had said he would give her the cute ones. I love you hearts, even! How sweet of him. "I didn't know you could get candy hearts with phrases like that. Don't forget to give me the 'let's fuck in the shower' ones for me." She teased, poking him gently in the side. "To commemorate our fun hair dying adventures, right?" She raised her eye brows, wondering if he had meant anything by fucking in the closer. "Closet sex? Isn't that a bit seven-minutes-in-heaven?" She asked, making a joking face by wiggling her eyebrows.
"Skating - oh dear," she shrugged, looking a bit pained. "I would probably fall flat on my ass - or worse, on my face!" She groaned. "Is that what people do for Christmas fun?" She asked, bewildered. She hadn't actually celebrated Christmas in a while. Even though her family enjoyed it, she had reasons to be reluctant. "Oh yes, I want to get to know you, too." She said softly. "I think that's a good idea. I would love to, you know, actually know you more. The sex is amazing," she winked. "But who is inside that brain of your's?" She tapped him gently on the head.
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