Post by Victoria Alexander on Feb 9, 2009 4:44:02 GMT 1
"How about this, I pay for the movies and dinner and you can take me to the beach and have a moon lit walk."
She kissed his chin.
She looked up at him with one of those, please you know you want to looks. she didn't want to go home just yet. She knew that when it came down to it. If they were alone, she might not be able to restrain herself and she didn't want to pressure him. It was bad enough that she stole so many kisses, that her body urged for ore.
The thought of his lips moving over her flesh again made blood move to her cheeks in a blush and heat move through her body.
He cocked an eyebrow, looking down on her with a one-sided smirk.
"Well, in that case, i guess i'll just have to tough being around you out for a few hours longer then, wont i?" He would give her a soft lipped peck on the mouth, her full, sweet lips connecting with his and causing his mind to flutter slightly. His hands unconsciously went to her bottom, giving a little grip and pull upward. It was nice, and firm. She had a well rounded figure, her body an hourglass. He felt his own face go red, realizing where his hands were placed, the grip sliding up to her lower back before he would let go, moving an inch away and giving another quick one. "Lead the way then, beautiful." Then he would smile, looking around as he watched a security gaurd approaching from the stands that were about forty feet away. He laughed.
Post by Victoria Alexander on Feb 9, 2009 5:04:13 GMT 1
"Come on big boy."
She grinned as she tugged on his shirt finding the nearest exit. Pushing through the doors, she did as he said, and led the way back to his car. Course it wasn't hard to spot the 1967 Chevy Nova as it gleamed in the sunlight.
Letting him go she let him open the door for her, ever so the gentleman, and helped her in her seat. It was nice being treated like a lady. She didn't know how long she could last without just pouncing on him right then and there. The thought of this morning lurked in her mind looking at her shower would never be the same.
Damien hopped behind the wheel, backing out quickly and slamming on the gas,, the front end picking up a little, his foot letting up so they didnt rise too high. He did it mostly for the kick of adrenaline, and with the hopes to startle her a little. He doubted that would happen though. She seemed pretty stable- not too exciteable on that end. More like it would give her a rush of adrenaline if anything. He pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the movies, pulling in and getting out in a quickness. He took her hand gently when she got out, his heart skipping a beat as it did nearly every time that happened. His girlfriend. He just couldnt wrap his head around it.
He walked to the booth, paid, then took the tickets and the girl inside, Leading the way to "The Invited", a stone cold horror that was sure to get them both scared out of theyre wits. As Damien expected the place was dead as a dornail, literally nobody walking in or out of anywhere, and the theatre was as empty as could be. He chuckled softly, handing her the popcorn he bought, his other hand holding a soda and some candy as he looked around.
Post by Victoria Alexander on Feb 9, 2009 5:32:47 GMT 1
She wasn't too sure about the scary movie. She wasn't going to argue since after all if worse came to worse she could hide behind his arm if thing should happen to get scary. So holding her own small pop she picked the seat at the very top and in the dark corner.
Scooting in she sat down in the cushioned seat and settled next to Damien as they waited for the movie to start.
"I don't think I seen the previews of this movie...I hope its not too scary."
As the theater went darker, she leaned up against Damien as the movie started. Taking one popcorn kernel at a time and at a very slow rate as her eyes followed along with the big screen.
It didn't take long before a scene would play unexpectedly and loudly as she jumped, her hands quickly grabbing his arm and hiding her eyes into his shoulder.
Damien laughed when she jumped. He was scared too, but he liked watching her. She was so cute. He placed a hand on her leg, holding her inner thigh and sighing slightly at the warmth.
It was right around mid-leg, but at the position she held his arm it made him far more comfortable, so long as he didnt think about where the hand was.
He continued to watch the movie, leaning in a little to put his head next to hers. They were the only ones there- he wasnt worried about anyone seeing them. He giggled at her cries and her jumping, his own heart racing as the dog twisted its head upside down.
Post by Victoria Alexander on Feb 9, 2009 6:01:02 GMT 1
She seemed to bury her face deeper into his arm more and more. She couldn't help herself, her hand that wasn't tugging on his shirt to hide her eyes was holding onto his thigh in return. Which would grip at each jump. She knew she was probably jumping a little too much for the movie but she couldn't help it. The movie detoured her brain from those one alluring thoughts to her questioning why people could make such scary movies. She seen the Saw movie previews on tv and automatically knew that she was going to stay away from those.
When the movie moved towards the end she seemed relieved to know that things always seem to work out in the end. They always do in movies. Cept when they had those cliff hangers that made you feel that you weren't too sure if there was going to be a second one.
Suddenly realizing that she probably had clawed his thigh from jumping she moved her hand to her own lap leaving his where it laid. She then laid her cheek on his shoulder.
"Remind me never to watch that movie at home, in the dark, and alone."
He had been grimacing every now and then, the girl nearly flaying the skin from his thigh as she jumped. He didnt stop her though. He liked that she was touching him. He laughed when it reached the end, looking over at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Sheesh. You ripped my leg to shreds...its okay though, totally worth seeing you jump so many times." He giggled again, standing and helping her to her feet, his hand withdrawing from the comfort and contact her leg provided. He stretched, looking around himself, her face beging right around the level of his leg as he leaned back, his arms and legs giving him that wonderful after-movie feeling.
He stood straight, gasping as he finished his stretch.
"So, what now pookie?"
He grinned when he said that, playing off her earlier joke as he waited for her to speak.
Post by Victoria Alexander on Feb 9, 2009 6:17:39 GMT 1
"I say lets eat, I don't know if its because we skipped breakfast or that popcorn not hitting the spot but I'm a little hungry. And this time I am paying. Okay snookums."
She stressed the 'am' part before she giggled since he seemed to sneak in to pay for their movie and snacks. As she turned and looked his pelvis area was in her line of site. Her face turned bright red as her mind quickly turned down the wrong lane. An empty theatre, dark room. Her mind worked over time as she shook her head and quickly stood to her feet. She didn't care if she took a shower this morning. She would need to drown herself in cold water before the night was done.
"How about we pick something up real quick and head to the beach."
She took out her phone and looked at the time. It would soon be getting dark and a sunset would definitely be romantic.
Again her hand finding his she let him lead the way this time towards the exit.
DAmien noticed her eyes drawing for a moment to his hips, his face going bright red and his breathing quickening. He kept it quiet. This was definitely not the time or the place...well, technically, it would be ideal, but neither of them were ready for it. He cringed slightly as she called him snookums, then took her hand and led her to the exit, His natural reaction of opening the door for her not being lost within the hour they had spent within the theatre. He fired up the car, backed out and drove away, pulling into Burgerville which happened to be jsut a few blocks away. He ordered them both a couple burgers and two drinks, sighing before taking the money from Victoria and handing it over to the man in the window.
"Hey, isnt the guy supposed to pay?" The fellow said with a smile.
Damien gave Victoria a long-suffering look before taking the food and pulling away. He drove for a bit, handing her her food and situationg himself so he could eat and drive. By the time they got to the beach, they would be done, and Damien would step out of the car, take her by the hand, and walk her down to the beach, just as the sun touched the horizon, the place being completely empty. It was an out of the way spot, and Damien came here often for hours on end, never having any company at any time. That was why he liked it. It was sheltered, civilization being nowhere in sight. Just him, the beach, and the birds.
Post by Victoria Alexander on Feb 9, 2009 6:44:39 GMT 1
She couldn't help but smirk at the fast food cashier as he pointed out the obvious. She wanted to pay even if he would have insisted. He after all just spent money on groceries, the aquarium, the movies. She didn't want him to feel that he should take care of everything for her, after all she was a big girl now.
As they made their way onto the beach, Victoria clung to his hand as she moved beside him. They stopped in the middle where the sand was still untouched by the water. She then went and sat down in the warm sand, pulling up her pant leg and undoing her boot laces. Taking one off and then the other she placed them beside her with her socks tucked inside. Rolling the bottom of her pants she let her toes squish inside the sand.
"So, tell me about where you grew up, You said you grew up in Washington with your Aunt."
When he would sit she would lean against him, her arm moving under his. She wanted to know more about him. Where he came from, what his favorite color was, about his family.
He sat with her, eyes on the setting song, her question causing him to think back a bit. It had, afterall, been a long time since he had been in washington.
"Well, when me and my brother were little, my dad left us with two different people in two seperate states. Me, he left with my aunt, a lawyer and one of the wealthiest in washington. She tried to give me the best upbringing she could, but i wasnt exactly one to fit in with the type of people at our local prep school." He smiled over at her. " I got into too many fights, and with the martial arts education my dad requested in his letters, most of them ended badly for them All of them did, actually." He took a deep breath. "Anyway, i found myself finding friends with what people in my end of the city called the "normals", people whom i greatly cared for."
"After my seventeenth birthday, i left home, recieved a letter and a bank number from my brother, and decided to come down here in search of him. Never did find him, though i suspect he's around here somwhere. He's the owner of Blaze Enterprises- the Weapons Manufacturing company. He paid me for my half of the company, which i have no interest in, and now i'm just here, sitting on the beach with my first girlfriend, trying to get the thought of her stunning eyes out of my mind yet wanting to see them more."
He hoped this would make her look up at him, to which he would stare, deeply, into her eyes, his vision peircing, especially with the change in eye color. It would be the first time he truly stared, deeply, into her eyes, and it caused a stirring in his sould, once he wasnt soon to forget.
Post by Victoria Alexander on Feb 9, 2009 7:15:55 GMT 1
She was silent when he spoke and when there eyes connected she felt a sort of sadness from him. Keeping her eyes connected with his she felt her hand move to his neck, the warmth of his skin against her palm.
To know that you have family and yet not able to find them and be apart of their lives must have been harder for him than Victoria in having no family. She knew he probably found a lot in his search for his brother, some things that he probably wouldn't have wanted to know. She thought it was noble to not want to take a hand in the 'family' business. A business that sold violence. Something it seems that he couldn't get away from.
"You should try to connect with your family even thou it may be hard. You never know when they will be gone. And should you need help. I am here for you. I will never have the chance to connect with my blood. Not like you."
"Thats true, i guess. I suppose im more afraid of finding them and not really fitting in, you know? I've never been one to fit in. Besides, why would i ever want to leave here? I've got a good stable housing, a wonderful girl whom i don't deserve, and friends. Family doesnt mean much to me anymore...not...not after the things ive found out." It was obvious by that statement that he left a lot out of what had happened since he moved here. There were things he didnt want to talk about, unspeakable things his family had done that he could never truly forget. It was for that reason he wanted a new last name. He put and arm around her, eyes going back to the sunset.
"It's so beautiful No matter how many times i looked at it, its just stunning." He would give her a gentle squeeze. "I'm glad your here with me. this place is usually so empty...your presence calms me more then i would normally be."
Post by Victoria Alexander on Feb 9, 2009 7:31:56 GMT 1
"I'm glad I could help."
She leaned more, snuggling against his body as they watched the sun drift past the horizon. The sounds of the waves moving back and forth on the shore, the gulls crying out and the traffic behind them drowned out by their surroundings. She didn't want the night to come to an end. She was afraid to go to sleep tonight and wake up in knowing that none of this happened. It seemed too unreal at times. Her heart pounding through her chest. His calm voice soothing her as he spoke. She didn't want to wake up and it all be gone. It was a shame she couldn't stop time. She would have stopped it at this moment. In their shared silence as nature took its course and letting them have that romantic sunset.
As the light from the sun set past the waves, it seemed like seconds as it was simmered by the water. Darkness surrounding them as stars blanketed the skies.
"Sometimes it seems like such a shame that you miss the beauty in this. No one ever really takes the time out of their day anymore just to sit and observe. I could do this all night. Just sit and count on the stars. They seem like perfect strangers from this side of the world."
Post by Damien Blaze on Feb 10, 2009 5:54:48 GMT 1
Damien listened, his ears drowning in the sound of her voice, his fingers moving gently, tenderly through her hair as his gaze turned up to the night sky. The stars, suspended in space, seemed to reflect back into a billion little points in his eyes, the waves lapping at thier feet, the final tints of purple and pink disappearing in a whitish haze. He felt surrounded and comforted, a peace settling over his soul just as it did nearly every time he same here. This was different though- he presence warmed him. It caused him to breathe easy, to relax, to feel at home and truly soak in the smells and sounds of birds and beach, not a single engine anywhere nearby to disctract them. His face smoothely transitioned into a smile, his feet pushing himself up as he stood, helping Victoria to her feet.
"Remember when you asked me to dance last night?" She nodded. "I just realized i never did." He took her hand, placing it on his shoulder and putting his right hand near the small of her back, moving slowly as his voice began to hum a soft melody, his body leading as he danced with her. Moments later he would stop, his eyes catching on what could be called nothing less then a stroke of luck. He looked down at her, speaking in a dulcet tone, a soft smile on his face.
He led her down the beach by the hand, jogging a little as a rather ricketty looking boat came into view. He laughed. It was made of polished wood, and was tucked away as though the people who owned it didnt want it found. It seemed to have sat there for a long time, like perhaps it had been forgotten. Regardless, Damien pulled it down from the sand pit it sat in, pushing it out the the water with grunts of effort. It floated beautifully. He looked over at Victoria, holding out a hand in invitation.
Post by Damien Blaze on Feb 10, 2009 6:36:20 GMT 1
Damien pushed the boat out a little more, hopping in juse as his feet hit the water. He grabbed an oar that was strapped to the side and began pushing them out to sea, the waves strangely calm yet also satisfyingly peaceful. He rowed them out for about three minutes, then took her in his arms and laid down, nothing viewable to either side, just them and the stars.
He said this looking at her, the small fractions of light reflecting in her wonderfully colored eyes. He thought, right then and there, that he may fall in love with her. Not at that point, of course, but in the future. If things kept going like the way they were...
Post by Victoria Alexander on Feb 10, 2009 6:48:08 GMT 1
Laying in his arms looking up at the sky. It was a nice feeling. Life seemed to go easy right then and there. Her mind not worrying about anything but what she had at this moment and what she had in her arms was Damien.
Her eyes connected with his. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. She took her finger and traced his jaw line, moving from his chin to his jaw following his cheek bone down over his lips. Her fingers feeling the softness of them. She wanted to tell him that she wanted him, that she yearned for him but she couldn't tell him that she was beginning to fall for him. Once those words, and if those words past her lips she knew she could never take them back. She had been hurt past the breaking point in the past and she was unsure if she could handle it again.
So without saying a word. Her finger ran a crossed his bottom lip, quickly being replaced by her lips. Her eyes remaining open a they laid heavy but still watched as he would return the kiss.
She didn't want words or promises. They were things that seemed to always break for her. She just wanted his lips, his affection, his strong arms around her.
Post by Damien Blaze on Feb 10, 2009 6:59:31 GMT 1
Damien heard the words of her heart, the vision his mind had weaved beginning to take reality as he kissed her, staring into her eyes. He didnt understand. Was this what it felt like to be wanted? He had tried this...tried trusting before. Tried giving himself to something, and it only ended it pain. In a twisting agony. Was it better to love and let go then to never have loved at all? He used to think so. Now he wasnt so sure. He couldnt say i love you, because those words meant more to him they they said. Love was a vastly over-used phrase, the actualy feeling attched to it being worth far more then the sounds needed to verballize the word. When he said i love you, he meant it as a I'll die for you, i'll give you what your heart desires, when your ready lets get married kind of thing. His mind was nowhere near those thoughts, but with the desire in her eyes, he felt his sould stir with a deeper feeling, a connection that he wanted, a stronger reality that she was there and his.
"I want you."
He said it in a near whisper, and again meant more then the words said. Sexually, yes. The words were often linked to that. But that wasnt what he meant in totality. Yes he wanted her in that way, and his eyes held nothing but courage- no more fear of any sort of abandonment or lack of experience in that regard. He meant more with it though. He wanted her to tell him everything, to trust him completely. He had discovered over these past twenty four hours that he trusted her and wanted to be with her.
He sat up.
"I mean it. I want you. I want to be with you. Fuck Taking it slow, Fuck the Rules in that regard. We can keep it a secret. We'll hide it from the world." He stared into her eyes, his lips feeling the lingering tingle of her own. "Regardless, i want you. I'm not afraid anymore. I don't know why. Just...something tells me i can trust you." His face held a look of hope.