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Post by Bix on Nov 23, 2008 5:29:20 GMT 1
Awakening A New Woman The passion. Had been overflowing. Overwhelming. Something. That she had never experienced before. And yet. Glad that. It was with Pine. She was. Happy. That it was with him. She did not mind. Losing her virginity. It had not. Occured to her that he would. Have wanted to know. She was not experienced. She was unaccustomed. To speaking freely. About herself. But she enjoyed. The way she felt. The way that she came alive. The way that he held her. Kissed her. Touched her. Even though. In the beginning. There had been pain. And the scent of blood. Was strong. But the scent of the man. That was on top of her. Was completely different. It was amazing. The way that their bodies. moved together. To create. Such friction. Passion. Scents and sounds. The world around her. Faded. Creating a world of passion. A world of pleasure. A world where all that existed. Was Pine. Him and her. Together. Creating memories. That she would forever know. That she would forever carry with her. When it was over. It was hard to believe. It had happened. All that time had passed. So quickly. And yet. It was amazing. All the feelings. Still made her body tingle. The way he panted. She too panted. She had never. Felt as though. Her body was alive. Not like this. Not the warmth. That seemed to spread from within. Love, this was not. Not yet. However. She could sense. That given time. Fuel. The fire of passion. Of desire. Could grow into something more. But Bix was not going to push it either. It was unnecessary. He towered over her. Arms supporting his weight. She worried. He had hurt himself. During the activity. She had lost herself. Within the feelings he brought. The things that he did to her. The kisses that he rained down. Upon her flesh. The seemless color. He leaned down. Kissing her again. It was soft. A perfect end to their enjoyment. Though she hoped. This would not. Be the last time they. Were able to enjoy one another. She was tired now. More so than before. But so happy. Inwardly. She felt as though. She was young again. As though she was herself again. As though he was awakening her from within. And yet, she was afraid. Afraid to be what she had once been. Afraid to be vulnerable. Afraid to be easily injured. Unprotected. He moved then. Pulling her closer. As the kiss broke. Her silken. Well cared for skin against his. Forgotten completely. Was the scars under her ribcage. the thought of that past. Was gone. Bix curled. Into his arms. Laying her head. Against his chest. Snuggling in. His words whispered in her ear. Echoed through her mind. A smile upon her face. "Here." she whispered to him. Voice soft. Lips kissed the skin. Right over his heart. "Wish to remain, I do." She opened her eyes. Sleepily. She was tired. Worn out from. Their exercise. And yet, would take nothing back. She let her fingertips. Move over his skin. Over his chest. His shoulder. His neck. Eyes following her fingers. Not to tickle him. But to touch him. To know his skin. To feel his scars. To remain in contact. Before she fell asleep. She was afraid to sleep. Nearly afraid. That it was a dream. She hoped that. He too. Had enjoyed their time. She would. Keep it close. The fact that. he had said he was going nowhere. Meant a great deal to her. To know that. He liked Bix for Bix. Not that she had doubted him. But she had heard. Of men that spoke of fine things. Only to take them back. When things had changed. When goals were met. His hand. Stroked over her body. Moving fluidly. Over her skin. Keeping her warm. Making her snuggle. Into his arms more. Seeking the warmth. The companionship. And the enjoyment. His hand though. Moved. Down her waist. Finding her scars. Stroking across them. Perhaps. It was a silent question. To remind her. Of the question. Of earlier. "My.. father." Her voice whispered. To hide the feelings. Her eyes closed. She kept her face. Unless he moved it. Pressed. Into his chest. She did not. Want him to see. Not the pain. The betrayal. Or the reason. That she changed.
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Post by pinefresh on Nov 23, 2008 6:33:14 GMT 1
~Awwww how cute now the two of you can lay together in a pool of her blood~ The little voice taunted Pine just because it could. Pine was not going to object because truthfully he was hoping she would jump in the shower so he could change the sheets. That and shower as well. There was nothing better than showering after sex. Well unless there was more sex to be had. Being as it was her first time and he was injured he figured that sex was out of the question. Until tomorrow morning at the earliest.
Pine held her close though enjoying the feel of her body pressed against his. Her smell clouded his senses as he gently stroked her body. She amazingly still smelled rather sweet even though she was covered in a thin layer of sweat. It always amazed him how women always managed to smell nice no matter the situation. Even back when he was at Aarondale when they did field craft, after 4 days of no showering or anything the female soldiers still managed to smell somewhat pleasant. He really wanted to know the secret behind that, how no matter the situation, they always managed to smell nice.
Liberty looked tired, her eyes were sleepy from all the exertion. Even Pine had to admit that a nap would be amazing right now. He gently kissed her forehead as his fingers continued to run down her smooth skin. Liberty was by far the softest woman he had ever touched. He did not expect her skin to be so well taken care of. His fingers like his mind, stopped at her scars. The question still ever present in his mind. He would not ask her though, he would let her tell him when she was ready. The problem was Pine was not all that ready for the answer that came from her lips.
~Oh God...~ ~Oh God...~
Was all he could think as the words hit him. His face covered in a mask of shock. He could not even fathom a parent doing such a thing to their own child. To think that someone would do that to the girl that lay in his arms made him angry. It was one thing to discipline a child for doing wrong, it was another to do such damage. Sure he had been disowned and it had hurt him severely but it didn't even hold a candle to this. His eyes became soft as hers closed. He placed his hand behind her head and held it against his chest.
"It's okay you don't need to say anymore. You're safe here and you will always be. I won't let anyone do that to you again." He held her close, his voice was soft. It had an unknown caring tone to it that Pine didn't know he could muster. He rested his head on top of hers and gently stroked her with his free hand. He finally had an idea of why Bix existed. He also had an idea of why she hid Liberty from the world. His anger melted away, to be collected and stored for a later date. Now was not the time to force the rest of the story out of her. What she needed was to know she wasn't alone. Pine would do his best to be sure she knew he would be there for her.
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Post by Bix on Nov 23, 2008 7:45:20 GMT 1
Trust Regarding One's Past She dared. Not to look at him. Unsure. Of what she would see. It could be. Any number of things. And she would be unshocked. She could imagine pain. Shock. anger. Disbelief. And many other things. But she wanted to see none of it. Her father. Was someone. That she tried hard. To forget. But every morning. She remembered. He had left her. With this mark. To make sure that. She would never forget. And just to fuck with her. Every year. On her birthday. A birthday card would find. It's way to her. As if to mock her. As if to tell her. That he was still alive. To remind her. That even if she wanted to. She could never forget him. His hand. Came up to cup. The back of her head. Gently. Softly. In her hair. The soft locks. Falling over his skin. Placing her head. Into his chest. So that she was held. Softly to him. Her eyes closed. Enjoying the way. That he held her. Without words. He was already telling her. That he was going to be there for her. That he would not leave. That he would support her. But when he spoke the words. Stating that she was. Safe here. That she could. Remain here. That he would never. Let her hurt again. She smiled. "I thank you." She didn't need. To be taken care of. But with Pine there. She wanted it if. He was the one that was doing it. She opened her eyes. Looking up at him. She saw then. His softened eyes. Moving up, sliding in his arms. She kissed him. Softly letting her lips. Move with his. To thank him. To connect with him for a moment. "Offer you support, I will, as well." It was. A two way street. This relationship. At least. For her it was. She lay there. For another. Few minutes. Enjoying his touch. The scent that he had. The way that he held her. The way that she felt. Being in his bed. Beside him. Happy. For the first time in a long time. But after a little bit. She pulled back. Looking into his eyes. She smiled softly. Touching his face. "Your shower, and clothing, I shall borrow." Looking. Into his eyes again. One more time. She couldn't help but give him. a small smile. As she rose. She moved, across the room. Unashamed she was. Of her body. As she moved. Seeing as. He had already seen and touched it. She moved first. Into the closet. Looking around. She found, a pair of boxers. There in a drawer. Blue in color. Cotton. Simple. But they would work. And a button down shirt. Turning. She moved. Into the bathroom. To take her shower. It felt good. The warm water. Not hot. Not cold. She did not have. Her lotion with her. The kind that she used. On her skin. To take care of it. Her shower. Was not long. They never were. Patting herself dry. So as to hold in moisture. Not take it away. Hanging up the towel. She looked at the counter. There. Moisturizer. Ahh, so there was hope. Sitting down. On the edge of the tub. She began to apply it. Though it was only for the hands. She would use it. Over her body. It was better than nothing. But if. She was to stay here often. She would have to. Bring some of her own. Here. So that she could use it. If she was here often. Working the moisturizer. Into her skin. She rose. Dressing in his clothes. The boxers. Soft against her. But strange. Not her own undergarment. But his. Yet comfortable. At the same time. Over her body. She placed the button down. Black in color. Buttoning it. Over her form. It fit strangely. But loosely. Coming out. Hair damp. Not dry. Not wet. She smiled. "Smell like you, I do." She said. Her voice soft. But. Not Bix. Instead. Liberty still, stood there. Enjoying the company. Of her boyfriend. Pine. She moved across the room. To him. She was unsure of what he wanted to do now. Afterall. It was dark. But, that didn't mean. It was time for sleep. The shower. Had revitalized her slightly. "Pain, I hope, you are not in. More salve, do you wish for?" she asked kindly. Worried for him.
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Post by pinefresh on Nov 23, 2008 16:57:32 GMT 1
Pine didn't need a thank you for his offer. It felt kind of strange to be thanked for doing something that came so naturally to him. He still accepted it and the kiss. Again she surprised him with an offer to do much the same for him. He smiled wondering why she would offer that out loud to him. He was sure she made that pretty clear during their trip here. He had no doubts that if he needed her she would be there. A small smile appeared on his lips and he continued to hold her close.
"You've done a pretty good job of that already." He said softly. He was of course referring to the salve and her helping him here. He felt comfortable holding her, as if it were just the natural thing to do. In many cases for Pine, to touch another was awkward at best. He feared being hurt as his family had hurt him. Then there was the fact Carissa disappeared on him, and Setsuna disappearing, and Nyra... Pine was just tired of being hurt for the people he cared for. Though with Nyra he did deserve it. He had no right to play with her feelings like that and as such, took what he got in stride. Still, it didn't make it hurt any less.
Yet here beside him lay Liberty. The blue haired girl that shared the same pain he did. She was also betrayed by family except she is forced to wear a mark of remembrance. Something Pine was happy he did not bare. Still, he felt for her and wished to be someone she could count on. He did not love her, no he did not know her well enough for that. In time, as she opened up to him and showed him the real girl behind the mask, he was sure he could. In fact, if it went that long it would be a first for Pine as well. Liberty could be the first girl he ever told he loved. The thought brought about mixed emotions. Mostly fear, for deep down Pine was just a scared little boy. He held her closer now, squeezing her a little, not wanting to let her go.
Still the moment had to end and Liberty felt the need to shower. Pine sighed a mental sigh of relief at that, it meant he could now change his sheets. As soon as the bathroom door closed Pine painfully rolled out of the bed. He quickly ripped off the old sheets and tossed them in a hamper. He slowly made his way to the linen closet where he pulled out a set o Quicksilver bed linen. It was a mixture of grey, black, white, and red, with lines, dots and writing all over it. It took him maybe three minutes to remake the bed. His army training made the work easy even injured. Pine turned to the nightstand and picked up the box that sat there.
~TROJAN MAN!!!!~ He thought to himself as he put the box back into the drawer. He pulled out a pair of black sweat pants and some plaid boxers from his closet. He then moved down the hall to one of the other washrooms to take his own quick shower.
The water was warm but burned as it hit the skin on his back. Pine would not spend any real time under this shower head, washing only the needed parts before crawling out. It was a bit of an effort to dry himself and put on the boxers and sweatpants but he still managed to make it back the the bedroom only seconds before she got out of the bathroom. The water made his hair darker and there were still spots oh him that glistened in the light because of the water. He stood there and looked at his...girlfriend.
The fact of what she was, was slightly hard for Pine to admit to himself. Not because he minded but it meant that he had a weakness, that he cared for someone enough to let them in. The fact was both a relief and a fear.
She wore a pair of blue boxers that just showed from under the black button-down shirt she wore. Pine had no idea when he got that shirt, in truth he didn't even know he had button down shirts. Besides the one white one every man had, he was sure he didn't have any. It just goes to show you how much Pine payed attention to his wardrobe. Still looking at her standing there, her hair still damp, in his clothes was a bit of a turn on. He did however begin to laugh almost uncontrollably when she said she smelled like he did.
"For your sake I hope not..." He said as he arched over slightly from the pain. "I prefer your smell to my own, which I do not particularly like." He said and sat down on the bed. Pine looked over at her as she asked about the salve. Before Pine could reply he heard his stomach grumble. He put his hand on his stomach and grinned childishly.
'It seems my body would prefer nourishment to pain relief." He then picked up the cordless phone that lay on the nightstand. "Since cooking just isn't going to happen tonight let's order in. Any preferences of dislikes?"
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Post by Bix on Nov 23, 2008 21:08:00 GMT 1
Warmth Radiating Comfort He too. Had showered. Apparently, there was another bathroom. She figured. If he had wanted. He could have shared her shower. But perhaps. He wished for alone time. As he stood there. Hair a bit darker. Wet from his shower. The droplets. Glistening. On his skin. As he stood there. Looking at her. Dressed within his clothes. She mentioned the scent. The way she smelled like him. He laughed. She smiled. shyly a little bit. But it was nice. To hear him laugh so freely. She smiled as she moved across the room. He showed pain. From the laughter. She would have to take care. Not to be so funny in the future. She moved. To him. As he straightened up. As he sat on the bed. She too sat. Noticing the sheets. Had been changed. She ran her fingers. Over the clean soft fabric. She wondered. How often she could stay here. How often she could come here. And enjoy his arms. His kisses. And his company. She did not. Want to be so clingy. But she. Had found something so wonderful. Pine was amazing. And she found. That inwardly. She wanted to spend a great deal. Of time with him. But she did not. Want to push him away. By trying to stay too close. Her head moved. Placing her chin. On the top. Of his shoulder. No weight. Just the touch. The scent of him. Infiltrating her senses. She smiled. As his stomach rumbled. Hungry, he was. If only she could cook. But sadly. Her expertise did not extend. To that craft. He picked up the phone. On the table. Beside the bed. He looked at her. Her eyes looked into his. She felt happy here. As though she could. Really show herself. Without fear of being. Judged as much. He asked her. If there was anything. That she would not eat. That she would rather. Not ingest. But she smiled. "I am sure. What your order, eat I will." She didn't care. What he ordered. Though she figured. It would be a normal dish. In which case. It would be alright. Her eyes looked at him. Her lips kissed his cheek. It was amazing. To feel such relief. To know, a wonderful person. To understand that. Perhaps she was not unwanted. Afterall. "Bed time, has not yet come. What shall, you and I, do together?" She was unsure. Of what he had to offer. Here in his large place.
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Post by pinefresh on Nov 23, 2008 22:12:50 GMT 1
She smiled as he laughed at her comment about her smelling like him. Pine hoped that Liberty did not take offense to his laughter, but was sure his comments to follow would make that clear. Still, he did enjoy to see her smile almost as much as he enjoyed to hear her laugh. The fact of how rare each action was made it even more precious to him. He would even go as far to say that he was honored by their presence. Honored by the fact that she had let him in to see what the real girl behind the mask was like. Pine only wished that he offered as much for her to explore as she did for him. Then again, he might be the only person that has tried to get close enough to learn. In which case he did in fact have as much to offer her.
Pine sat on the bed and Liberty came and sat right beside him. She rested her chin on his shoulder and he placed his arm around her. He began to gently rub her side with his hand. He slipped his hand under the shirt so instead of feeling cotton he had the warmth of her skin against his. How he enjoyed the feeling of her skin. The softness, how nice and soft it felt in his rougher hand. It felt almost like silk compared to his. Yet again something began to grow inside Pine, the hunger that could only exist in a 17 year old boy. He would have to control himself for the sake of his health. There was no doubt in his mind that to take her again he ran the risk of really hurting himself. He leaned toward her and slipped his hand around even further so it rested on her stomach.
Pine sighed at her response to his question about food. It seemed like she was going to avoid the question by allowing him to pick. He shrugged and decided pizza would be the easiest way to go. Dialing the number he ordered a large pepperoni pizza which should be more than enough for the both of them. Pine then called down to the front desk to let his buddy the door man know he had pizza coming. This way he could avoid the annoying phone call asking him if he ordered pizza and then asking him to come and get it.
It was only moments after Pine put down the phone when Liberty asked what they could do together. Again a childish smile crept across Pine's face as his hand began to inch it's way down her belly toward more fun parts. He of course stopped right at the top band of the boxers.
"I dunno..." He said as he tapped the the band with his index finger. "But I do know what we can't do. Exactly what I am hinting at now." Pine then slipped his hand back up to her stomach and tickled her. He didn't continue for long before he continued on to answering the question. "I'm going to go with either stay here and relax for a while or go curl up and watch some T.V. Since I picked the meal you pick the activity."
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Post by Bix on Nov 24, 2008 18:09:57 GMT 1
Happiness With Him His arm. Came around her waist. Pulling her into his side. She was happy there. With him. She felt as though, she didn't have to hide. When she was with Pine. Because he liked her. When she was strange. When she was Bix. He had asked. Bix out. Kissed Bix. But now. He was with Liberty too. And she was glad. That he seemed to like Liberty. Even more. He sighed. She was.. still nervous. About making her own decisions. With him. Afraid that. He would find something. He did not like. And she would be forced. To change that part about herself. Perhaps though. He wanted. Someone more decisive. Perhaps then. She could change that just slightly. make a few more decisions. But he ordered pizza. A decent choice. at least it wasn't something. Nasty. Like sushi. There was just. Something nasty. About undercooked fish. And seaweed. The phone was hung up. While he spoke. She merely sat there. Within his arm. Staying close. Kissing his shoulder. Touching his back. With her fingertips. Not to hurt. Just to touch. His skin. To see how pale. She was against him. He looked at her then. Telling her. They could not. Do what they had already done. Making Liberty blush. But the tickle. made her giggle. Hiding her face in his shoulder. He went on. To tell her That they could stay here. Or that they could move. Into the other room. And watch television. For a while. Now. Bix was not a fan of television. Probably. One of the few people. That did not have a TV. In her room. But. For him. She would watch TV. "Stay in here, we perhaps, shall." she grinned. Tired. She already was. And if they lay here. To kill time. Then she would fall asleep. She knew that. But too. If they watched Television. Would she be able to get. To know him? To know what he was like. To learn about him. She wanted so badly. To know more about him. "Wish, I do, that I could know more about you." She looked up at him. "Many questions, for you I have. However, tred upon painful ground. I wish not for. Tell me.. something.. about yourself, please." Instead of switching rooms. She moved from him. Lay down. On the bed. Figuring. That he would lay beside her. And she could cuddle again. Wrap in his arms. And when he did. She moved. Curling up into his arms. But facing him. Her head. Sharing the pillow with his own. So she could look at him. She readied for... anything. However trivial.
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Post by pinefresh on Nov 25, 2008 6:15:11 GMT 1
As Pine sat on the phone he could feel her run her fingers over his injured back. Each touch was a mixture of excitement and pain for him. He did like having her touch him, but that did not mean it didn't hurt just a bit. Still, the salve had worked to some degree because his pain was less than it was earlier in the day. He could feel his shoulder tingle when her lips touched it. Despite his best efforts slightly shuddered.
His little bout of fun had paid off. When he mentioned what they could not do she began to blush. Pine did greatly enjoy to see girls blush, especially Liberty. Why is that you might ask? The answer is simple, it was something that only he got to see. Whenever he saw her interact with another it was as Bix. If he was the only one to see Liberty then he was logically the only one to see her blush. He sadly did not get a full laugh out of Liberty when he tickled her. Only a giggle as she burried her face into his shoulder. Kissing the top of her head, Pine listed the options of what there was to do.
Liberty replied that she wanted to stay in the room. She continued on by stating she wanted to know more about him. The question was what could he tell her. There were certain colourful things about his past that he was not willing to share just yet. To fully understand him you needed to know those facts. Instead he turned to more simple things, the day to day things that kept him the way he was.
Pine lay down beside her, wrapped his arms around her and held her close. He could see her looking at him as her head lay just in front of his his on the pillow.
"My name is actually Pinefresh Treefellow. Pine for short. I'm 17 years of age and I'm rich. I like to listen to music of various types. The most common are rock and trans. You will often see me with headphones on either my neck or my ears at most parts of the day. I am originally from Canada but attended Varron Academy in New York. After Varron was shut down I was sent to Aarondale, which is a military Academy in Canada. I spent an entire year there before coming here to Hircine just a few months ago. I like to workout as I'm sure you notice from the gym. I like to read books of all types. I have a few on law, some on politics, some on exercise and nutrition, some on the human body, some on the Archangels and guiding spirits, some on the Gods of old from the Olympians to Orishas, Several on history of various types, and many on war. I also collect comic books. I love to cook, which you would have figured out soon." He said and drew a blank on what else he could talk about.
He knew there was more but that was the easy stuff he could think of offhand. Well that isn't entirely true, he forgot the newest addition to his life.
"Oh there is one more thing. I have a girlfriend and her name is Liberty. I care about her very much and in fact she is laying here in my arms right now." Pine finished the sentence softly kissing her. He figured his last comment would earn him some serious brownie points to be cashed in at a later date. Also she was now going to be a more significant part of his life. This meant that would have some input into his actions and decisions.
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Post by Bix on Nov 26, 2008 5:50:33 GMT 1
Information Knowlege Well Earned She lay there. Within his arms. Looking into his eyes. He was sweet. And she was glad that she could be here. With him. Leaning about him. Because she really. Wanted to know as much. As possible. She wanted to learn. What he could tell her. What he would share with her. She wanted to know. Just what made Pine woinderful. What made him so interesting. So intriguing for her. She lay there. Looking into his blue eyes. He was a beautiful man. Even with his scars. She enjoyed her time with him. She felt like Liberty. When they were together. When they could enjoy the time. together. She did plan. To be over here a lot. She wanted to. Visit here. And spend time with him. And enjoy more fun. Know him even more. He told her much. But then again. Little. He spoke mainly. Of the books he read. While it was interested. She felt as though. He was still hiding. A main part of him. She didn't wish for there to be secrets. But perhaps. He was like she. And not so easy to trust. Not so easy to. Toss her information into him. He knew enough already. To know that her father. Had caused her so much pain. That. He came. Lived there. Often. Not all the time. But that was the way. That her life was now. Fear. Betrayal. Distancing herself. From everything. From everyone. he went on then. To speak of his girlfriend. Making her laugh. making her chuckle. She blushed softly. Looking up at him. "Bix. The name I go by. Liberty, you know, me as only. My mother, no longer speaks. This name. For long time past. I broke her, from the habit." Bix explained softly. "Books, occasionally, I do read. Topics. Vary. Color is blue, my favorite. No pets. Two brothers, twins, younger than I. My mother, lives with us. Father comes to, sometimes." Her eyes drifted to the ceiling for a moment. Trying to think of what to tell him. She was not. That deep of a person. Though mentally. She might be. She looked back at him. She was unsure. How he would take the witchcraft. Aspect of her life. She did not wish. To push him away. To make him think. That she was strange. But it was not right. To not tell him. Her teeth. Dug into her lower lip. Eyes unsure. She was not ashamed. Just. Nervous. "Bix." her voice was a light whisper. "A witch, she is."
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Post by pinefresh on Nov 27, 2008 1:30:32 GMT 1
Liberty responded to his method of story telling as Pine himself used. Quick and too the point just the way he liked it. Though, not everything she said was too his liking. He did not understand how her mother could allow her father around Liberty after that. Pine learned her favorite color was blue which went well with his, which was green. He also learned that she lived with her mother predominantly. He did not understand why anyone would let someone so violent around their children. Pine did not want Liberty around that man and he would make sure she wasn't.
"Liberty, whenever your father is around I want you here." He said cutting her off from whatever she was about to say. "I do not want someone capable of doing such things to their own child to be near you. As such, while he is around you may consider here your home."
The look she would see in his eyes was complete seriousness. He meant every word he said. He was also sure that if he ever saw that man only one of them would be walking away from the confrontation. One would be walking and the other would be on their way to the morgue, most likely the father. Playing with such dangerous people was not an option, neither was letting them live after you have beaten them. People like that needed to be killed so they could better understand the consequences of their actions. As little sense as that may seem to make, it made perfect sense to Pine.
When she said Bix was a witch Pine could only laugh. Wiccan, the term is Wiccan." He said and gently poked her nose with his index finger. "Witch is a general term used by the church to put fear in the hearts of the regular folk. The term was branded on any woman who seemed to hold more power than a man. For example female healers, matrons, priestesses and the list goes on for a bit. It was the way the church took power from the old established orders which supported the pagan beliefs. It was easy to say they were in league with the Devil and just let the regular folk kill them. This way the church kept their hands clean and assume control with minimal effort. That does explain what I saw in your bag earlier today though. Sorry, it was open and I was curious."
Pine was kind of hoping she would not kick his ass or get offended for looking in the bag. The little voice in his head was screaming at him to call a priest. Of course Pine only listened to the voice when it gave sound advice, which it was not. Liberty had not tried to kill him, harm him, or turn him into a frog he doubted Bix would either. After all, it was Bix he was originally interested in, talked too, and kissed twice.
The only thing now was that he owed her something of equal value for her telling him. Pine now had to think of what he had already told her. He told her he had siblings, he was disowned, he told her how he received the scars (kind of), what little personal item could he tell her?
~Tell her how you came to Varron~ The little voice in his head told him.
"Since you told me that I owe you something of equal value. Though you must promise me you will not get angry at what I am going to tell you. You will be the second person...maybe the third I have told. The reason I ended up at Varron was because a member of the school council came to my cell and offered me a proposition. I agreed to attend Varron Academy and she would have my sentence dropped to community service. The service was to attend Varron, the crime I was up for was murder." Pine paused not for effect but to see what was on her face. To see if she was going to pull back or stay, he would continue the story but he wanted to know to what end. "Myself and some friends were butting heads with a gang in my freshmen year of highschool, the first freshmen year. One morning I played hooky and my friends were killed. A few days later I take a bat to the gang leaders head killing him and injuring four others. It would have been more but the bat broke. It is the reason I was disowned by my family and why I fight hard to protect what friends I have. Essentially it is the reason I am the way I am now."
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Post by Bix on Nov 28, 2008 2:11:34 GMT 1
Gentle Is the Moment When she had finished. Mentioning her father. Pine spoke. She listened of course. Her eyes. Watching his. Curious as to what he wanted to say. Afterall. She cared for him. His opinion mattered. A great deal. She wanted to make him happy. But he was serious. He told her that. When her father was home. He wanted her here. What would that mean? Her father was due home tomorrow. Did that mean she would. Be back tomorrow. If she promised him. she would be. Afterall. It was all she could do. Besides. She wanted to be here. She could be herself. Though if she lived here. Every now and then. He would. At some point. See that she was casting spells. But that would come. In time. For now she listened. He didn't want. Her to be at home. with a man that could stab her. She nodded softly. "It is as you wish." When he was home. She would be here. She enjoyed him. Being around him. So it would not hurt her. To be here when her father was home. She didn't want to be at home anyway. Her father was not a nice man. Bix mostly stayed in her room. Forsaking meals. Until he had gone to bed. So that she did not have to confront him. She did not want to see him. To ignite his anger. She wished to just exist. He corrected her then. On the term. Not witch. But Wiccan. Making her smile. A slight chuckle behind her lips. Perhaps it was Wiccan. But he proved. Then that he had some knowledge. He admitted. To having looked through her bag today. Making her smile. The fact that he had then. Brought her home. And enjoyed time together with her. After that. Meant to her. That he didn't mind. "You do not mind then. My habits?" he went on. To say that he wanted. To share with her something. Since she had told him. Something important. She looked at him. Her eyes soft. As he began to explain. What had brought him to Varron. The school. That many had come from. She listened. He explained. That it had been a bargain. Given to him. To get out of jail. Her eyes widened slightly. He was such a sweet man. She never thought. He would have. Been mixed up in jail. Or anything quite so bloody. But he explained. he had ended there. As some of his friends. Had been murdered. And that he went. To get revenge. Murding one. Injuring four. His bat broken. And then he was caught. Placed in jail. "The past, is history. Important and yet not. Interested, I am, in you. However, afraid, I am not." She touched his cheek and leaned in. Kissing him. Softly. To let him know. How much she cared. That she was unphased. The kiss was gentle. And she could not help. But smile. When it broke and looked at him again. "Your friends, you have many, now?" she asked.
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Post by pinefresh on Nov 29, 2008 3:14:34 GMT 1
"As long as you don't turn me into anything or perform sacrificial ceremonies here I don't mind." He said to her in a joking manner. "On a serious note, if I minded why would I bring you here? Or for that matter offer to allow you to stay at your leisure?" Usually it was not Pine's style to answer a question with a question. In this case however he thought it more then appropriate. There was no real reason for her to have to ask him if he minded, his actions should have been more than a answer to her question.
Pine continued on and told Liberty his darkest secret. He was scared that she would turn away from him. It wasn't like he was caught stealing, murder was big. It was not something you could just ignore. Liberty didn't ignore him instead she put his mind at easy. The past was the past and your past does not scare me. Though paraphrased, this is what Pine understood her to have said. Like Pine accepted Bix, Liberty accepted Pine. He assumed there was an unsaid 'but' at the end of her sentence. Something that went along the lines of 'keep it in the past'. He doubted if he killed again she would stick around. So the only logical response was to not do it again. Which would not be hard as long as no one tried to use another person to get to him. There were several things Pine would forgive but hurting someone he cared for in attempt to hurt him was not one of them. As Liberty's lips touched his, softly kissing him, he was reminded of what the fact he might be very well putting her in danger, something he swore he would not do.
Now there was a dilemma at hand. One there was no easy way to handle. Unlike with Nyra, Pine had already let Liberty in. He was a little too far to just stop now. For that matter he really did not want to. For some reason beyond his own understanding Pine really cared for her. Cared for her enough that he would selfishly not let her go. That really only left one option and that was to hide what was going on. By taking up arms as Genaht's commander at Hircine he made himself quite the target. Liberty would be the easiest way to get at him and therefore no one must know about them. In school the closest they could be is friends, if not just aquaintences. The problem was he had no idea how to tell her. He didn't know how she would react. Pine was lucky that her next question fit right in with the problem.
"Friends...I have some. Mostly subordinates though. As the commander of Genaht's forces at Hircine, I don't really have the luxury of too many friends. Though it can be said that my subordinates for the most part are my friends because I treat them as such." He said and rolled over so he was looking up that the ceiling. He slipped his hand under her neck and pulled her gently over so her head was resting on his shoulder. "I have a request of you...I don't really know how to ask this but I'll try to explain it properly. In the position I have been put in there are many that may try to hurt me. The easiest way is to hurt those close to me. That is why I must ask that at school we seem as nothing more than friends. I do not want you hurt because of me and at the same time I do not want to let you go. I'm sorry that I must ask you to do this and if you are upset I understand. Just please try to understand I ask because I care for your safety and no other reason."
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Post by Bix on Nov 29, 2008 4:35:03 GMT 1
Ammendment Changes to Status He lifted her head. By the neck. Shifting her. So that she lay her head now. Upon his shoulder. She snuggled there. Happy to feel his flesh. And if he moved her there. She figured. It would not hurt him. Which was what she wished for. She closed her eyes. Feeling his skin there. Feeling the warmth of his flesh. She lay there. Glad that she could be close. And she was glad that he wanted her close. he began to answer her question. The one about his friends. Her eyes opened. Listening as he told her. That with the position. In something she had never heard of. But she would ask in a moment. He spoke then. Telling her something that made her pause. For a moment. He told her. That when they were at school. They could not be close. Immediatly. The hand that had been moving. Against his chest. Stopped immediatly. She listened. As he told her. That they could not be together. Not at school. There they could be friends. Or less. But nothing more. Her lips tightened for a moment. He explained to her. That she would be in danger. If she was too close at school. That he wanted her in no danger. To take care of her. By not being with her. In public. She wondered for a moment. If he was ashamed of her. But if he was. He would not date her. Not offer her refuge. His friends could. Come over at any time. They would see her. And he didn't mind. That she was a witch. That she would be practicing. "At school, if I cannot, be with you. Then I shall, be here often. Your company, I enjoy. So much. To be without. Shall suffer me. However. For you, this I will, endure. I would though. Like to. When not within the halls of school. Be this to you. Your girlfriend. The one. To make you smile, the one that creates the smile upon my face. Being with you." She shifted. So that her stomach. Touched his. And she looked. Up into his eyes. She just wanted. To remain close to him. She did not mind. The compromise. So long as they. Could still be so close. When they were not at school. She understood. The need for protection. Pine was worried for her. She was a girl. And he cared for her. So he would want. to make sure that she was safe. "This Genaht. What, is it, you speak of?"
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Post by pinefresh on Dec 1, 2008 4:11:44 GMT 1
Pine felt the hand that was against his chest stop it's rhythmic movements as he told her they could not be more than friends at school. Pine full on expected a slap, a punch, knee to the balls, hurtful words, angry loud screaming, and a very angry girl in front of him. Sure Liberty reacted, but she seemed to accept it. Now Pine was confused. He had no idea what was going on. He expected an angry girl or at least a hurt one to be facing him. All he received was acceptance.
Liberty told him she minded but that in compromise she would spend a great deal of time here. Which was something there would be no complaint about. He could not help but worry that she was pulling a Bix and just holding it all in. That he had hurt her more than she was willing to show. The thought pained him slightly. The girl before him was not used to showing emotion, perhaps it would have been better to allow her to explore her new found feelings a little more before saying anything.
Instead she moved to solidify herself as the one most important thing to him. The person that would make him smile and care for him, his girlfriend. Her actually using the word made it sound less awkward than if he were to ask about clarification about what this meant to her. Liberty wanted to be his girlfriend and he would not dispute that. He wanted her there at his side, though at school this would be impossible.
I wouldn't have it any other way." He replied and rested his hand on the small of her back as to keep her close. Now there was something he would have to do so that she would perhaps feel a bit better. To give her a token to show that he wanted her around always. Pine's one free hand reached up to the issued chain which the dog tags he wore hung from. With a quick jerk Pine had ripped them from his neck.
"Since we cannot always be together for any number of reasons I want you to wear these for me." Pine slipped the tags and chain into Liberty's hand were he then closed her fist around them. "These were given to me after completing most of my training. They are a symbol of my accomplishment and how far I have come. They mean the world to me and as such I wish to give them to you. This way even when I am not around I'll, in a sense, always be with you."
Liberty went on to ask about Genaht and what it was. Pine smiled and took a deep breath. "Genaht in German means 'the sewn'. It was the gang I ran with back at Varron. Let me rephrase that, helped run as one of the high ranking members. The leader wants to bring it back. I told him I would and now I regret it. I regret it because now I have to sacrifice time with you to do it. Personally I would rather just stay like this, minus the injury, with you than fighting."
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Post by Bix on Dec 1, 2008 4:56:24 GMT 1
Deeper Signs of Affection He mentioned. That it was fine. If she came often. Which was what she wanted. To be here. To know him. To be able to know his arms. She wanted to sleep. There beside him. Feel his breath in her hair. Enjoy his feelings. To feel his arms holding her in her sleep. To share dreams with him. To show him the inner Bix. to show him Liberty and all her dimensions. Her eyes looked up at him. But he moved. His free hand coming up. Taking something from his chest. The tags. The ones that they gave to those. In the service. her eyes widened slightly. As his hand closed over them. And he tugged. hard. Breaking the chain. So that they were not no longer. On his neck. Instead. He held them out to her. Holding them and placing them. With in her hand. closing the fingers around the metal her eyes moved. Shifting slightly. To see the metal there. The chain hanging from her hand. He spoke then. Telling her that this. Was his most prized possession. And he. Wanted her to have them. so that even when. They could not. Be together. That in spirit. They would be. A smile. Warmed her face as he said this. Her breathing picked up. Tears. Sparkled in her blue eyes. So.. he was not.. ashamed? She was shocked though. Her brows furrowed in confusion. And the young Liberty sat then. Sitting up, her legs out around her body. One on each side. Almost anime in manner. Sitting there. In his clothes. Her hair drying messily. In small waves and a few tangles. Much unlike her normal. Well put together ways. She looked at him. Silently for a moment. then opened her hand. Looking at the tags. That he had given to her. her fingers brushed over. The metal that was warm. From her hand. And his chest as well. Biting her lower lip. Her eyes looked. Up again at him her brow. Furrowing deeper. "Understand. I do not." she said softly. Trying to contain. The emotions. Her eyes were speaking. But her voice had returned. To that of Bix. She was trying to. Sort out what she had inwardly. But it was hard. She was unused. To letting herself feel these things. "You do not wish. For I. To be with you. When we are. In school. However. Outside the grounds, together. We shall be. But. Is not. Public.. public? I .. do not understand. The need for secrecy. For, danger the school carries. Daily. Enemies, I know you have. Painful it will be for me, to pretend not to care." Bix shook her head. She was trying. Very hard to get her thoughts out. Her head dropped. Hands rose. For a moment. clasping it as she tried. To make her words. Understandable. With her feelings. "Ashamed of me, are you not?" she whispered. Voice shaking slightly. "Laughter.. ridicule.. follow Bix.. for strange she is... perhaps... unwanted attention?" She looked up. Looking into his eyes. On the verge of tears. Trying hard to keep it all in. She did not. Wish to cry. But her feelings. Her frustration. With her emotions, and not understanding. Him and what he meant. Her hand clenched. Over the tags. clutching them. To her chest. This gift. Meant the world to her. Opening her hand. She fixed the chain. Using her teeth. To fix the broken link. And placed them. Over her head. Down. Around her neck. Under her shirt. Close to her heart. Where they would stay. "Sense, I do not make. Appologize, I wish.. to."
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Post by pinefresh on Dec 1, 2008 5:43:20 GMT 1
Well this was an emotional roller coaster of fun that was about to get all the better. Pine gave Liberty the dog tags and said his lines. She smiled and it looked like everything was going good. He swore he even saw her eyes get glossy as if she were about to cry. To Pine this was a bit of a big deal but to Liberty for such a reaction this must have been huge. He did not know how long she had been as Bix, how long those scars had marred her flesh. Perhaps he was the only person she had ever let in. If this were the case he had probably just overloaded her emotions. Though it seemed she acted out of joy instead of sadness.
Her face changed however as her brow furrowed. Liberty sat up holding the tags to her chest, her teeth sunk into her lower lip. She looked torn and Pine was left to painfully sit up in front of her with a confused expression on his face. Perhaps he had originally been right, perhaps he had hurt her more than she chose to show. Yet all he received from her were eyes that were filling with tears and a confused expression.
When Liberty spoke it was as Bix. She had returned to the vessel of protection from the outside world. Why? Why after opening up so much would she choose to hide? Maybe she did not have a choice in when Bix appeared. Her words were that of a confused yet scared person. The panic was ever present in her voice as she tried to grasp what was going on. Pine just watched as she continued to talk. She again wanted to know why she could not be his in school, Pine would have to give her a better explanation than what he had given. It would require a story of past experience.
She put her head in her hands holding it there as Bix struggled with what was going on. The words that came out of her mouth bothered Pine. Before she could continue to speak Pine moved forward and wrapped his arms around her. Pine held Bix so her head was just over his left shoulder. "Ashamed of you?" he whispered. "With all I have done to shame myself how could being with you even begin to fit. The things I have seen done to higher ups girl friends, lovers, and families is why I ask you to act at school. I never said you could not care I ask only that you hold it in. Even I was used as bait to get at one of my friends. I ask because I care and not for any other reason. I do not want you hurt because of me and yet I seem to be hurting you."
Pine's right hand moved so it was cupping the back of Bix's head and his left was wrapped around her. He began to rock gently from side to side and stroke her head softly. He would not tell her that what she was feeling was wrong, he would not tell her to stop feeling, instead he would encourage her to feel. She looked like she was going to cry and he would hold her when she did. Sometimes the best way to relieve frustration was to cry. Sometimes it was the only way.
"Just let it all out you have no reason to hide it from me." He said in a soft gentle voice and continued rocking her.
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Post by Bix on Dec 1, 2008 6:15:41 GMT 1
Relief Gateway to Liberty As she sat there. Trying to understand. Trying to figure out. What to do. What to feel. How to help him understand what she felt. He grabbed her then. Pulling her close. Her eyes widened. He pulled her into his arms. Her head. Upon his shoulder. He held her. His hand cupping the back of her head. In her hair. It was soft and gentle. And she felt amazing. Just there. And yet she was in turmoil. IN pain. She wanted to tell him. How she felt. What she feared. And yet. She could not find the words. She could not find the phrase. The letters. The titles of the feelings. He seemed shocked. His voice in a whisper. As he explained. That he was not ashamed. But merely. Wanted to protect her. That she had nothing. to be ashamed over. Her arms moved. Clinging to him. Moving up. Into his lap. As much as she could. Trying to get. As close as possible to him. But trying to be mindful. Of the pain that she. Did not want to cause him. He held her. Even when he was done speaking. Telling her. That he did not want. Her to be hurt. And yet. Somehow. He seemed to be hurting her. She shook her head. It was not him. It was not him that hurt. No. He was. Right now. Incapable of hurting her. He held her still. Rocking her. From side to side. Carefully comforting her. The one that helped her. Calm down. He held her. Whispering to her. That she could let it out. That she had no reason to hide. Liberty had not cried. In a very long time. It was not. That she thought it was. A weakness. But instead she merely. Had not needed to. But Pine. Had opened up doors. Windows. Pathways into the girl. That had long ago. Been pushed down. Into the depths of the soul and body. She burried her face. In his neck. As four solitary tears. Fell from her eyes. Sliding on his skin. Her body shaking. Chest heaving. As she tried to gain control of herself. "Hurt me, you do not." she whispered softly. "Hurt myself, I do." She pulled back. Lashes glistening. With those minute tears. That had fallen. Moments before. But she had not cried. She was not broken enough. Yet for that. She bit her lower lip. Shifted. So that she straddled his lap. Gently so that her legs. Were on either side. Of his. Her eyes. Looking up at him. "Wear this, I will, forever. Treasured possession, it has become. First gift from my.. from my.." *ding ding* Her head shot up. It was the door. Most likely the pizza had finally come. A blush. Crossed her face. It was good in a way. That she was not forced. To say what she wanted. For now it would remain. Lost. She slid out of his lap. And sitting there. On the bed. She fixed the chain then. With her teeth. Crimping the chain down. Closing it once more. Before she put it. Over her head. Letting the cold metal. Reside against her neck. The weight of his care. On her chest. Over her heart. Gentle and yet reminding. When they were apart. Like he had hoped. She would remember him. and his care. And his touch. The smile. And the way he called her Liberty. Up. She would follow him. Into the other room. A bit better now. She followed him quietly. To get the door. She wanted to curl back up. Within his arms. But on the other hand. She wanted to sleep there as well. "Father, returns tomorrow!" she said suddenly. And blushed, as he answered the door. She stayed. Out of sight. When it closed she bit her lower lip. "I just.. wanted to.. inform you, to be prepared, is best."
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Post by pinefresh on Dec 3, 2008 19:44:59 GMT 1
Pine could feel the moist drops as they touched his skin. He did not know how many she actually let out. It was hard to tell after the first two with a head buried in your neck. He wished he was not injured so he could hold her tighter in attempts to stop the shaking. By now Bix had moved into his lap and was sitting there, pushing herself as close to him as she could. It reminded Pine of a scared child as it clung to a parent. The hand that stroked the head moved down to wrap around her waist completing an embrace.
When Bix spoke her voice was shaky, she told him he was not to blame but her. Pine's left hand moved up and gently wiped the tears from her eyes. "You do not hurt yourself, you merely try to protect." He said as the right hand traced the scars on her side. "I told you, here you have nothing to be afraid of here."
Bix moved then, to straddle him. Pine's hands gently resting on her hips. He began to slide his hands up and down her legs from knees to bum, going inside the large boxers so he was always touching flesh. His eyes still on hers as she began to speak. She mentioned that she would cherish the tags, since they were the first gift from her...
~Boyfriend~
Pine was forced to finish the sentence in his head. The bell had wrung which meant someone was there, most likely the pizza. A nice moment ruined by food, the irony. His hands stopped at her bumm and he gave it a little squeeze. Her bum was tight yet soft, making it fun to squeeze. As she slid off his lap Pine moved forward. The result would be that he pushed Bix over onto her back. Pine was yet again positioned over her, one of her legs either side of him, one of his hands either side of her head. Pine lowered himself so he was almost laying right on top of her, his lower body leaning up against hers.
"I guess we'll have to finish this conversation later." He said and kissed her quickly before getting off the bed. Slowly he bent over his jeans and pulled out his wallet. Tossing on a shirt as he moved Pine made his way to the door. Bix or was it now Liberty following him. Before he moved to open the door she told him her dad returned tomorrow. Pine frowned slightly before unlocking the door. He paid for the Pizza, gave the delivery man a nice tip and sent him on his way.
"Prepared for what? You are coming here aren't you?" He asked as he took her hand and moved into the living room. There was a small table in front of the couch. Pine put the Pizza there and moved to place his arms on her shoulders and slowly sliding them down her arms to her waist to rest on her bum yet again. "Stay here and help me get better." Pine moved backward toward the couch and sat down pulling Bix in the process so she was sitting on top of him. "Please?" He asked looking up at her with sad puppy dog eyes.
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Post by Bix on Dec 4, 2008 3:49:57 GMT 1
To Stay For A Time As the door closed. She had spoken. and he looked at her. with the pizza in his hands. As though he was not. Sure what to say. He was not sure what she meant. Perhaps. She wasn't sure. But she looked. Up at him. As he seemed to understand. She walked just. Slightly behind him. A few feet behind. But stopped. When he put the pizza down. On the coffee table. Her eyes looked at him. As he turned. And came to her. Putting his arms. On her shoulders. And then. Sliding down to her rear again. She blushed softly. Still unused. To these kind. Of touches. She looked at him. As he said that she would stay here. With him. A smile. A coy smile. Her eyes darted away. Shyly. He took her hand. Leading her to the couch. Where he sat. Pulling her down on him. She straddled him. So she was sitting. On him. Her body in his lap. Eyes on his. She was happy here. With him. It was as if. She could forget everything else. Just seeing his eyes. Seeing the care in them. She wanted to smile. She wanted to hug him. To stay here. To enjoy it. He asked her then. To take care of him. While he was injured. Her eyes widened. Just slightly. But he said 'please'. Making her eyes soften. A smile came. She leaned forward. Her forehead. Against his. Her fingers. On his cheek. "To take care, of you. A pleasure, it would be. However. I require, a few things. From my room. clothes at least. To wear, school, and during the day." she explained. "Come to my home with me, Pine. A bag we could pack, to come back. Take care of you I will, for as long as you will have me." With that. Her lips. Found his own. For a soft kiss. She adored it. This feeling. the one that he gave her. The one that she could not. Describe. She wanted to. But as of yet. No words she could find. Would be adequate. The kiss broke gently. "To see the room, where Bix resides, would be first. Only family, has seen, before." she whispered. Gently. She slid off of him and to the side. She sat on the couch. Her legs pulled up. Crossing in front of her. Tucking in close. So that they. Did not dangle off. She leaned over. Opened the box. Where the pizza sat. Their meal for the night. "Eat, before cold it grows."
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Post by pinefresh on Dec 5, 2008 3:00:56 GMT 1
Liberty (at least he assumed it was Liberty and not Bix) sat straddling him again. He was starting to greatly enjoy her doing that. It hard for him to keep his excitement down and in his pants. She put her forehead against his and he looked up at her. His eyes shifted as her fingers rested on his cheek. He nestled them slightly, closing his eyes as he did. Comfortable he was doing so. It had been while since he felt this comfortable around someone. It was nice to know that someone was willing to show him affection without any conditions except to be shown it back.
When she kissed him he pressed his lips against hers and his left hand slid up her back until it came around and he held her chin. His thumb resting on the front and his other fingers bent slightly so he was holding her there. Liberty broke off the kiss and slid off of Pine. He immediately missed her warmth the feel of her body against his. His eyes followed her as she opened the pizza box and she told him to eat before it got cold. What played in his mind was when she asked him to come over to her house and see her room. Something that no else outside her family had seen.
Pine took a slice of Pizza before responding. "I'll come with you to pack somethings. I'm not sure how much packing will get done with me there but I am curious to see what your room looks like. The question is will we go tomorrow or now. I have a car so time is not a problem."
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