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Post by Bix on Dec 4, 2008 5:09:39 GMT 1
Inner Search Museum of Bix They were not at school. Therefore. Bix held his hand. Her pale hand. In his darker one. It was morning. Not especially warm. It was actually. Quite cold. It was getting closer. To winter. But Bix was not cold really. Above them. Her lace umbrella. Kept the sun from her skin. She was careful about that. Her skin and her hair. Her body for that matter. Was a temple. And she wished to take. The utmost care of it. She was probably. Only really concerned about that. Least before Pine. Now she had. Something else. Someone else to care about. Her eyes. Shifted to Pine. Who walked beside her. She in the clothes of yesterday. The ones that he had met her in. But he. Had changed. She planned to change. In her room. When they got to her place. The car was parked. At the street. They had taken it. So that her bag. Could be placed. In the back. She was unsure. Of exactly. What she inteded to bring. But she did know some of things. That she wanted. To bring. So that she was comfortable. At his place. His car was nice. The Letter of the front, an L was something. She did not really. Know of. But Bix didn't trouble herself. With cars. The models. Or makers of cars. She looked. Back at the house. It was a simple home. Two stories. A small green yard. It was well cared for. When her father was home. There were three steps. Concrete. The lead up to the. Red bricked home. Clean windows. Were closed. But the miniblinds were open. Allowing sunlight. Into the home. Under the small overhang. Bix closed her umbrella. Tucking it under her arm. She reached into her bag. To collect her keys. Three keys on the ring. And one key chain. A obsidian feather. A crow feather. Decorated with crystaline. Beads. She pushed her key. Into the lock and turned. Taking the key out. She put it away. And opened the door. Pressing the brass latch. The heavy wooden door. Opened with a small creak. "Bixxy? Is that you honey?" called a woman's voice. From the back of the house. She stepped up. Into the house. Still holding Pine's hand. She closed the door behind her. "It is I." Bix answered. Her mother came out. Her mother was. Normal enough. Wearing blue jeans. A white sweater. A damn reindeer on the front. Bix sighed. Her mother really. Had to be so very dumb. She came out. Wiping her hands. Upon a terry clothe towel. Because she was likely. Doing the dishes. Father wouldn't. Be home til later. "Who is your friend there dear? And you should call next time you plan to be out all night, I was worried and your father is extremely angry. You know how he gets." Bix pursed her lips. "Pine. His name is, the night I spent, with him." "LIBERTY!" her mother exclaimed. "Bix." Bix corrected. "Fine I am, bags I am here to attain." Not waiting. Another moment. She tugged Pine's hand. Gently she led him. To the stair case. She pulled him up the stairs. Ignoring her mother. Who kept calling out her name. Threatening. To call her father. If she didn't come to her senses. But Bix had lost her senses. Long ago. And didn't wish. For her father to be the one. To bring them back. Upstairs. They took a left. At the end of the hall. Was a door that was closed. On the way to it. They passed a boys room. Two beds. Very filled with sports memorbelia. A bathroom. And then the door. She opened it. Inside was a different kind of room. No carpet. On the wood floors. Were pentograms. Intricate. Runic. And beautiful. Drawn in white paint. Carefully by her own hand. Meticulously. A small wood frame bed. Stood in the center. Dark cutrains hung from it. To block out the sun. But currently. Were pulled back. Bookshelves. Covered many. Of the midnight blue walls. A single window. Was blocked with deep curtains. Her desk. Was not a place for studying. But instead. Her workbench. For her magic. In the center of the bed. Was a purple stuffed cat. With black buttons. For eyes. And the mouth a series of Xs. He was well loved. And lay in the place of honor. On top her pillow. Bix crossed the room. Letting go of Pine's hand. To let him look around. As she moved. To her closet. And opened the door. Her clothing ranged from white. Blue. Black. And denim. She ducked down. And retrieved a bag. From the bottom. Black of course. But it would do. The desk was close. Placing it on the desk. She began to sort. Through her clothing. To find what she wanted. To take to Pine's. For the few days. She would be staying. "Explore, if you wish it."
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Post by pinefresh on Dec 5, 2008 5:00:47 GMT 1
Pine stepped out of the IS250 and closed the door. His little toy with 204hp and a sexy look. The car was black in color, had tinted windows, gun metal rims with a skull right on the hood. Perhaps the hood was going a little overboard but Pine really didn't care. After all, it wasn't like he couldn't pay to have it removed.
He took a look at the brick house before him. It was two stories and looked rather cozy. If Pine were looking to settle down, he might consider buying one. Since he was only 17 buying one was not something he wanted to do. He wasn't quite ready for a family yet so he hoped using protection would be enough. He had heard stories about how condoms were only 87% effective and such, there were plenty of kids at Hircine that already had kids. Pine shook his head to snap out of his paranoid thoughts. He had no idea where they were coming from in the first place. He had nothing to worry about, he wasn't an idiot.
He came around the car able to walk almost regularly now. The salve Liberty had made for him was working really well. The pain was minimal but it was replaced with some stiffness instead. Stiffness was far easier to deal with than pain. Pain was not fun to any degree. Liberty took his hand and they walked toward the door. A knot began to build in his stomach. This would be the first time he ever met a girls parents. What would he say to them? 'hi my name is pine, like the tree, oh and by the way...I'm banging your daughter' There were only a few times Pine could safely say he had been scared, this was one of those times. He had no idea what to do.
As they walked up the stairs to the landing Liberty closed the umbrella and pulled out a set of keys. As she walked in the door a voice called out from the back of the house. Pine let out a small chuckle as he heard bixxy called. Pine would be sure to keep that stored in his memory until he they got somewhere private where he could crack a joke at her expense.
Her mom asked who he was and Pine was staring at the sweater with Rudolph on it. He put on a friendly smile, ignoring the comment about her father, and was about to introduce himself. Instead of words all you could see was his face go so pale he could easily have been mistaken for a ghost. His eyes went wide and he was in shock at what Liberty had just said. Spent the night with him could only be taken one way by a parent. Usually that way involved either being shot, stabbed, or beaten as the result.
"No...I mean yes she was at my place but...Hi! My name is Pine like the tree, it's nice to have met you mrs. Fontaine." Pine managed to get out as he was pulled up the stairs behind Bix. All he could do was listen to her mom shout back stuff directed at Liberty. None of it was registering of course but you know, what could you expect after an introduction like that.
When they entered her room and closed the door Pine took a deep breath and sighed heavily. "Wow...okay next time an intro is needed please allow me to do it." He said and looked around the room.
Dark. That was the only word you could use to describe the room, the walls were a dark blue, the curtains were heavy, the sheets were dark, her clothes were dark, the only things that were light were the pentagrams on the floor. Pine wished he had his sword and cross right about now so if anything were to jump out at it all he would have to do is yell 'THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!!!' and slay the demon. She told him to look around and he did. His eyes fell on some little thing laying on her pillow.
"Ohhhhh bixxy..." He said mimicking her mother. "What is that on your pillow and why is it there?"
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Post by Bix on Dec 5, 2008 6:12:18 GMT 1
Different Sides Same Being As they entered. Her room. He said that. If there were further. Introductions. It would be best. That he was the one. To give them. Bix looked at him. slightly astonished. Had she done wrong? She had spoken the truth. But she did not say it all. She had merely. Thought that. It would be best. To introduce Pine. and explain to her mother. Where she had been. Perhaps she could have. Done it more eloquently. But social aspects of life. Were not really. Part of her life. She was unpracticed. But Bix shrugged. She wasn't sure. What else to say. Her mother would . Probably be up soon enough. to see or talk to them. And Bix wanted to start packing. Getting things together. As he looked around. She pulled clothes. From the black plastic hangers. Folding them carefully. she packed her bag. Hoping that she would. Get enough for the time. She would be with Pine. She wanted some. Of her pjs to. But she wanted too. For him to understand her. She was not your average girl. She was odd. Different. She was in the middle of folding a sweater. Her hands gently moving. Over the cashmere cloth. When she heard her mother's nickname for her. But it came not. From her mother's lips. But from Pine's. Making 'Bixxy' Blush severely. As she looked over at him. He pointed then. To the purple cat. On her bed. Curled up. Bix smiled. But her blush deepend. she had almost forgotten. About Vinchento. The purple cat. Lay on her pillow. Forgotten last night. As she had curled up. next to PIne and was quite. Happy about that. She moved to the bed. Setting the sweater. To the side. And picking up the little cat. Her hand ran. Over the little thing. Affectionatly. It was well loved. She'd had it for a while. It was not a new purchase. "Vinchento." She explained. In a single word. Placing the little guy back on the bed. She moved. Putting her sweater in her bag. The room. Was not big. And she crossed it. To a dresser. That was covered. In many things. She opened the second drawer. And began to rifle through. Pulling out a few handfuls. Of her undergarments. To pack. "Vinchento." she repeated. "Sleeps with me." Turning. She moved to her bag. And began. To put her things within. She was embarassed. That she slept. With a stuffed animal. But the psycologist. Said she was insecure. However. She was unsure. How Vinchento. Had anything to do with that. But she enjoyed. Having something. To hold onto. She just needed that. Perhaps they were right. Perhaps she was insecure. During sleep. She had no idea. However, it was just the way she was.
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Post by pinefresh on Dec 5, 2008 16:10:06 GMT 1
The color Bix (as he was talking to Bix now)turned when he used the nickname was nothing compared to the color she turned when he mentioned the stuffed creature. Immediately all the fun he was about to have was just killed. Pine wondered why she was smiling and blushing at the same time. On top of that he wondered why she was not trying to hide it. No matter how comfortable Bix felt with Pine she always hid her face when he made her blush. It was like she was trying to hide her innocence. Right now she didn't even seem to be making an effort. Instead she walked over to the bed and picked up the little stuffed animal and stroked it affectionately.
Pine cocked an eyebrow as she put the doll down and went back to her packing. As she was placing an very nice pair of panties (Pine would be sure to inspect while they were on her) into the bag she told him Vinchento sleeps with her. Pine's cocked eyebrow turned to a look of surprise. Then to one of jealousy. He was not sure why he was getting jealous of an inanimate object but he was. It probably had something to do with the fact he wanted the only thing she slept with, beside, or on, to be him.
"I see how it is..." Pine began and turned so he was facing the little stuffed doll. He moved in so he was maybe an inch away from the face of the doll, staring right in it's button eyes. "Well Vinchento you seem close to someone I don't really want to share in that capacity. So I'll make this clear to you. The only thing she is going to be sleeping with from now on is me. Got it?" Pine poked the stuffed toy with his finger and continued to stare it down.
Pine knew it wasn't going to reply, how could it? So instead Pine smacked it with all the force he could muster and sent it flying across the room. He turned back to Bix about to say something funny when Vinchento came sailing back and hit Pine right in the face. The animal then proceeded to land right back on the bed.
He wasn't sure if the doll was possessed, or if all the pentagrams messed with the laws of reality but he was sure he didn't want to know. "Hit me will you?!" Pine exclaimed and smacked the doll in a different direction. Again, it bounced off the wall but this time it hit him right in the goods. Pine was forced to jerk forward in surprise. The doll yet again landed back on the bed.
"Alright you foul creature prepare to be smote!!!!" Pine grabbed Vinchento off the bed and threw him to the floor then he kicked the doll right under the bed. For once it stayed where it landed. Pine was breathing a little heavy from the ordeal but was happy he came out on top.
"I think it got the point." Pine said with a small smile and a nod.
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Post by Bix on Dec 8, 2008 17:50:58 GMT 1
Sounds Of Change Bix. continued to pack. She needed to get ready. And get them to leave. Before her father was called. and returned home. Because she did not. Want Pine to fight. In his state. He was injured. Because of a fight. And she would not. Be the cause. Of more pain. More injuries. As she placed several pairs. Of those tights. That she liked to wear. In her bag. She heard Pine speak. But it was not to her. It was to Vinchento. Sitting on the bed. smiling. Back at Pine. She straightened her back. Looking over at him. Listening to him speak. Telling him. That he was the only one. That was to sleep with Bix. Bix bit her lower lip. Trying to hide the smile. And the laughter. Vinchento was shot. Off the bed. by a viscious slap to the face. He flew across. And as Pine turned. Probably to say something. She watched as Vinchento. Hit the window sil. And bounced back. Across the room. To hit Pine straight in the face. Bix snorted. Trying still. Not to laugh. But was finding it harder. Every moment. Her mother outside the door. Was u nknown to Bix. Watching the two. Interact. As Pine tried again. Tossing the little bugger. to the side. Only to have the trajectory. Change again. And this time. right in the jewels. Bix giggled. Pine angered now. Kicked the guy to the floor. Then under the bed. And turned to Bix. With a serious look. On his face. He nodded and said. He would be trouble. no longer. Bix couldn't help it. Her eyes shifted. Changing to those eyes. The ones of Liberty as she busted out. Laughing. She couldn't help it. Her pale face lit up. She shook her head. How funny. Pine jealous. And fighting over her. With Vinchento. Who was now under the bed. Her mother. Unseen in the hallway. Was in shock. Her daughter. Had not laughed in years. She had not smiled in years. But there she was. Doing both. Happily so. Bix moved across the room and hugged Pine. Snuggling then. Into his neck. Still chuckling for a moment. Before she went silent. "Jealous, are you, of what the cat has had, before you?" she inquired looking up into his eyes. "No need, he keeps, his paws to himself." Wait. Was that a Bix joke? Was that really the first joke? Probably. Bix chuckled again. And hugged her boyfriend. Tighter then. Before pulling back. Turning she moved back. To her bag and zipped it. Before crossing the room. To the bathroom. And began to pack. A small carry bag. Of her moisturizers and other skin care products
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Post by pinefresh on Dec 9, 2008 4:18:45 GMT 1
Pine was surprised when Bix, or rather Liberty, started laughing. Then again when he thought about it, he supposed the situation was rather hilarious. He was fighting over a girl with a stuffed animal. A small smirk appeared on the left side of his face as the realization dawned on him. He was actually fighting over a girl with a stuffed animal. He was getting jealous of something that couldn't do anything if it wanted too. Pine started laughing at himself as Liberty came over and hugged him.
Her head buried in his neck as she tried to regain control of herself. Snuggling as she did so. His hands wrapped around her pulling her close. Yet came another surprise for Pine. Liberty turned her head so she was looking up at him and spoke. It wasn't a serious sentence though, it was a joke. Pine allowed a smile to flash across his face in approval.
"Well now I know for sure." He said and kissed her. His arms broke from the embrace and moved to rest on her hips. Liberty was wearing the same clothing as yesterday. The tight fitting dress, stockings, bracelets, all of it exciting him again. His hands began to slowly inch there way down and under her dress. His head moved so his lips were beside her ear. "Yet again you surprise me. I didn't expect you to joke." He whispered in her ear. His hands stopped just above her waste as he took a step back toward the bed. He kissed her neck from collar bone back up to her ear.
"Every minute I spend with you I learn something new. It makes me want you even more." His words as soft as his hands slowly began to work the dress up her body.
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Post by Bix on Dec 9, 2008 5:45:24 GMT 1
Excitement Learning New Things Bix was held. Tightly in his arms. Her face. Snuggled firmly. There against his neck. Happy she was. To be there. Held tightly against him. She looked up. to say her joke. Rewarded with a smile. A true and beautiful smile. He like she. Was not likely to smile often. She looked up at him as he let his hands. Move down to her hips. And then he seemed. To change slightly. She had seen this look. Yesterday. And she had a feeling. That something was coming. Something that she had experienced. For the first time yesterday. His head moved to her ear. Saying that she surprised him. And that she did so often. HIs hands. Moved down her body. Finding the hem. Of her short dress. And they began. To move up her body. Moving the dress too. He stepped back. and kissing her neck. Up towards her ear. He stepped towards the bed. Bix. Under the spell of. Knowing what she wanted. What he wanted. What they were about to do again. She followed him. Easily as he whispered. Saying he had never expected. Her to have a joke. She grinned. Blushing. Turning her face. To hide the blush. Beneath the blue locks. That hung around her face. She was embarassed. And yet. The thought of learning something. From her excited him. Made her want to show him so much. Her arms rose. As his hands moved. Her dress higher. And soon. It was off her body. And to the floor. Both unaware. Her mother was only just in the hall. Basking in the glow. Of her daughters laughter. He pulled her down. To the bed. And she blushed. As she ended up. Straddling him. Looking down at him. She looked at the door. And her hand. The left. Grabbed the pillow. From the top of the bed. And threw it. At the door. Catching it. So that the door closed. With the closure. The latch. Above the door. Slammed down on the wood. To locked it so that. It could only be opened. From within. She grinned. Looking back at the man that she adored. She was growing much closer to him. With every passing moment. She felt closer to him. She felt as though she did not want to leave him. But instead. Wanted to stay. Wanted to teach him. And learn from him. To find out what he wanted in life. What he felt was important. She wanted to know his past. And most of all. If he could feel. Something strong for her. Her hair was loose. And he used it. As she moved closer. He pulled her down. And their lips met. So that the passion they enjoyed. Could begin. And they could enjoy. Once more. The pleasures. Of the flesh. And the pleasures. Of one another. And the growing. Bond between them.
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Post by pinefresh on Dec 10, 2008 16:09:43 GMT 1
Pine continued to slowly work the dress up Liberty's body. He would not have minded if she stopped him. After all, her mother was home. For all Pine knew she was standing right outside the door listening to what was going on. Pine knew if he was a parent that's what he'd be doing at this moment. At the same time he hoped her father was not on his way home. Pine snapped back to reality as Liberty lifted her arms so he could lift the dress off of her. He needed to concentrate on who was standing in front of him. A young and eager girl he seemed to be growing rather fond of.
The dress came off and just dropped to the floor as he pulled her down onto the bed. The bed was soft and comfortable, much more so than his own. Pine however was not one to really worry about comfort. Liberty was yet again straddling him. Oh how he enjoyed having her straddle him. Her long beautiful legs either side of him, her long blue locks coming down and hiding both faces from the rest of the world.
Liberty then grabbed a pillow and launched it at the door. Pine looked to see that it was open a crack before the impact of the pillow caused it to shut. Pine hoped her mother didn't see what was going on in here. The angle was wrong but you never know. She grinned at him and he grinned back, losing all interest in the door and what might be hiding out there.
He reached around her head and pulled her down so their lips met. A fleeting feeling then. Something he couldn't place, something he couldn't understand. He passed it off as just some anxiety of what was about to happen in her bed, with her mom there and god knows who else.
Pine broke the kiss and moved his head so it was yet again beside her ear. "We have to be quick and quiet." He whispered into her ear. "Though today...you get to lead." Pine then again pulled her down and kissed her. His hands moving down her body to her bum where they rested.
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Post by Bix on Dec 12, 2008 5:15:11 GMT 1
Sensation Once More He pulled her down. Hair hiding them from view. Not that. Anyone could see. Even if they wanted to. She didn't care though. If they did. Though it would be. Disgusting if it were. Her parents. But right now. Neither of them. Were on her mind. Merely the boy. That lay beneath her. Kissing her. And enjoying her company. She knew not. What she had done. To deserve such a gift. But she knew. That she would do her best. To make sure. That she kept him around. She liked being around him. And the way. That she felt. When they were together. As though. There was no reason. For her to hide. She felt a pull. A tug from within. A tug with no name. But perhaps. One day she would find. That name. And be able to use it. As their lips met. her world surrendered. And she knew nothing. But the man beneath her. She could feel. His excitement. There pressing. Against her body. The kiss broke. And his lips. Came to her ear. As he told her. They would need to be fast. Quiet. And to the point. She nodded. But blushed then. moments later. When he told her. That she would. This time. Be in control. Where last time. She had not been. Her eyes looked into his. His hands slid. Down her body. She was unsure of where to start. Last time. He had been the one. It had been her first time. And she had known. nothing before hand. Now. Their second time. And she was. Unsure of where to begin. But Pine. He gave her a small idea. As he moved her hand. To the waist band. Of his jeans. The next twenty minutes. Were spent. With Bix. Fumbling. Trying her best. To make the best out of their situation. To learn from him. To follow his leads. While being. In control herself. She was quiet. Bix had quiet. Down to a science. She had been quiet. Most of her life. And so doing so now. Was a matter of willpower. And a great deal. Of keeping her lips busy with his own. When the climax came. She bit. Into his lip. Not to draw blood. But enough. To make the end. Much better. At the end. She collapsed back on him. With a long sigh. Closing her eyes. She smiled. Holding herself onto him. Hearing his rapid heartbeat. Feeling her own beat. Against her own her chest. "Learn from you. The ways of this contact. I must." she whispered panting. against his chest. Rolling. To she side. She lay on her back. Against the covers and sheets. Of her bed. It had been nice though. The spur of the moment. To feel him again. Here in her room. A new place. A different thing. A completely new system. Her head turned. To look over at him. Eyes were soft. It was Liberty that lay there. Against him. Her leg touching his. Her arm folded up. Behind her head. To be a pillow. "Teach me, will you?"
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Post by pinefresh on Dec 12, 2008 17:26:12 GMT 1
That was not what Pine had in mind when he thought of quick. Usually when the girl was on top it cut his performance time down by quite a few minutes. What could be said besides Pine was not a big fan of the missionary position. He found with the girl on top it was far more stimulating. Hence why he finished faster. What Pine clearly did not take into account was how awkward this was going to be. It wasn't that he forgot that Liberty was new at this but that he thought it was far easier for women. It seems Pine was wrong in that respect. It was more awkward for her than it had been for him. Another reason why he generally stuck to the more experienced girls.
He had to give her points for trying though. There was no doubt Liberty had tried hard at this. It was just something that needed practice. There was nothing wrong with that. She did excite him enough that they would have plenty of practice during her time at his place. The thought of it all again began to make him hard. Pine banished the thought of seconds for two reasons, the first is that it would take forever and the second was that they had been locked up alone in her room for 20 minutes. They had been up here for probably about half an hour already and her mom had to be wondering what was going on by now.
Pine's right hand gently stroked Liberty's soft hair as she lay on his chest panting with the exertion. For someone with such nicely toned legs she wasn't in the best shape. Something Pine could easily fix. His left hand was placed behind his head to serve as a pillow. When Liberty spoke he stopped stroking her head for a second as his mind processed what she was asking.
He continued to stroke her head as he thought of how to answer the question. In truth he did not know how. Sex was not something you could really be taught it was just something you learned from experience. It would be wrong to give just a yes/no answer. In truth by just participating he was teaching her but at the same time she was learning on her own.
Liberty slipped off his chest and lay beside him in the same position he lay. Pine could not help but laugh the second time she asked the question. He rolled over so he was on top of her, a hand each side of her, body raised so he was looking straight down into her eyes. Her big beautiful clear blue eyes. Pine lowered himself and kissed her softly before moving his head over to her left ear.
"Teach you I cannot. This is something you learn through practice and exploration as such I cannot just tell you what to do. If I did, it would ruin the whole experience. So I will help guide you but this is something you can only learn by practicing." Pine whispered before shifting his head over and kissing her.
Pine slid his body down so he was laying on her breasts. His favorite pillows. His arms wrapped around her, he snuggled her chest getting comfortable and awaiting her reply. His eyes closed as he listened to her heart beat in her chest and felt her chest rise and fall with her now soft breathing.
Again he felt the same fleeting feeling he had before. This was the second time in one day and he began to wonder what was going on. Though for whatever reason the feeling felt comfortable and appropriate.
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Post by Bix on Dec 13, 2008 5:26:01 GMT 1
Smiles A New era She lay there. Gently. Enjoying their time. Together. She enjoyed this time. When they could be together. And she. Was looking forward. To the time. She would be living with him. For a while. He turned. Not answering her questions. And soon. He moved. So that he was on top of her. she smiled then. Looking up at him. The light from the candelier. In her room. Glistening in her eyes. He looked down at her. Telling her. That he could not. Teach her what she wished. To learn. That this. Was something that you had to learn. Through experience. She nodded. And he came down. To kiss her again. Her lips. Against his. She knew that. If they got carried away. They would end up. Doing what they had just done. All over again. When it broke. He moved and snuggled. Into her chest. Her arms came up. Gently around his neck. One hand. Softly stroking then. Through his hair. He seemed to be feeling. Much better now. Than he had before. His wounds. Seemed to be healing. She knew that soem of it. Was from her salve. And others from the body's. Natural healing. He seemed content. To snuggle into her chest. Holding her body. Close to him. Her eyes closed. Fingers stroking in his hair. Enjoying their moment. They lay like that. Quietly. Together. Her eyes closed. Both relaxing after their sweat filled moments. Warm bodies pressed. Into one anothers. "Dressed, and finish packing, I should." She whispered. Gentle to him. And waited until he moved. Not wanting to disturb him. But it was likely best. If they got out of the house. soon. For her father was likely. On his way. And she did not. Want to have that kind of. Altercation. When he moved she sat up. But before she moved. She leaned over. Cupping his cheek. Within her hand. She kissed him. On the lips gently. Pulling back. She offered him. One of her smiles. Before rising and moving. To her wardrobe. There was no need. To leave in what. She had worn here. They were yestedays' clothes. Regardless. She pulled on new undergarments. These were lace. Not cotton. Black with grey pinstripes. A matching bra. Covered her pale flesh. In the closet. She pulled down. Dark denim. Not black. Just very dark. Accented then. With orange thread. Pulling them on her body. She buttoned them. Over her form. Pulling down a plain black. Long sleeve shirt. She pulled it on. But it clung to her body. Outlining her shape. She turned. Pulling her hair up. Into a quick pony tail. As she headed. Back into the bathroom. Where she would continue to pack. Where she had left off. Grabbing her many skin care. Products and other. Necessities that. She thought she needed. It did not take her long. Before she was back and put her bag. With the other one. Her eyes turned to him. "Happy. I am.. with you.. and thankful, I am, to stay with you." Bix admitted. To him softly. Looking into his eyes. For a moment. Tilting her head to the side. She looked around her room. For a moment. Then her eyes. Returned to Pine. "Forgetting anything, I do not believe. REady to leave, am I, when you are prepared."
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Post by pinefresh on Dec 13, 2008 16:04:04 GMT 1
Liberty understood what Pine had said about learning through experience. The acknowledgment came from both a small smile and a nod of understanding. Pine was glad he did not have to try and explain himself further. In truth, if he were made to, he doubted he could.
Pine moved down her body and placed his head on her chest and his arms around her. In turn, Liberty wrapped her arms around his neck and moved one hand to stroke his hair. He moved his head up slightly to snuggle the hand to show his approval. Truth be told, Pine enjoyed having his hair played with. For whatever reason, the feeling comforted him greatly. Had he the choice, he would have lain there all day like this with her. Pine doubted Liberty would have minded in the least. He knew she liked to hold him as much as he enjoyed to be held.
Sadly it was not meant to be and Liberty's words were met with a groan. Pine knew she was right and would have to move. They did not know when her father might walk through the door. If he came while they were still there it would mean a fight. In Pine's condition, depending on her father, winning was not something that would come easily. Not to mention if the police got involved Pine would have to try and justify his own actions while trying to prove what happened. There was no guarantee he could do that either.
"But I want to lay like this..." Pine whined as he got up and quickly threw on his jeans, socks, and shirts. Today Pine had doubled up by wearing his black Paramore band t-shirt over a white long sleeved shirt. He then moved to the washroom and tossed evidence in the toilet flushed. He then washed his hands and moved the still wet hands up to his hair. It took only a second before he had fixed his hair. The gel he used was sweat and waterproofed (to a degree, said the bottle). All that was required was a little water to put everything back into place.
"I'm going to wait outside the door while you get ready...just in case." Pine said and gave her now lace covered bum a little smack as he walked past to the door. Why did Pine just do that you might ask? The answer was simple, to see the reaction. His next move would be to pinch it, but that would be another time. "Just to avoid the awkward questions." He said as he opened the door. "Call me when you're done." Pine opened the door and stood outside the room leaning against the banister. He had of course left the door half open, just enough to cover her from his view.
His arms were folded as he waited patiently for her. Pine knew Liberty would not take long to finish. He leaned back against the banister even more and turned his head to look over the edge. He could see her mother now looking back up at him. Her face somewhat different than it was before. She seemed almost happy as she looked back up at him. Pine grinned at her and nodded, giving silent acknowledgment that he had noticed her. That and he bore her no malice or anything toward her. Though the mother was part of the problem, she was not the problem itself. Judging from what he saw and heard, she was well controlled by the husband. It was sad to see these situations in actual context. It was far easier to read about them in textbooks.
As Liberty walked toward the bathroom she passed the door and looked at him. She wore dark denim jeans and a plain black shirt. Both clung to her really well and Pine had the urge to take them off. As she came back out of the bathroom she carried a bag that was none to small. Pine wondered why she needed so much from the washroom. You could fit everything Pine had for his washroom in a bag smaller then that and still have room. Then again women and their products right?
She spoke then telling him that she was happy to be able to stay with him... No, that is not fully correct, she was happy to BE with him. Pine allowed a grin to cross his lips and he winked at her. "You know I feel the same." He replied as he turned his head back to look down. Her mother had shifted position but was still below him.
Again Liberty spoke again, this time it was to tell him she was ready to go. Pine leaned forward and moved away from the banister. He walked back into the room and grabbed the bag that held her clothes. "Then. Go we shall." He said in way she would speak. Pine had no idea why that came out like that. Perhaps she was starting to wear off on him.
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Post by Bix on Dec 13, 2008 19:04:10 GMT 1
Forgiveness? Not Likely He got dressed. As she pulled on her garments. The lace. On her body. Warmed quickly. With the temperature. Of her skin. She was not paying attention. As she latched. Her bra in the back. The sound of the toilet. The sink. And Pine exiting her clean and well organized bathroom. But as she finished. Her hands moved back down. To their normal position. When he passed. He slapped her. Right on the butt. The sting faded near instantly. But the surprise lasted. Bix jumped. A gasp from her lips. eyes wide. As they shifted to him. He seemed. Only to grin. And said. He would be in the hall. Waiting for her. A mere nod was his answer. Still in shock. From his slap. Unexpected that had most certainly. been. Gone then. She began to dress. And get the last things. That she needed. From her room. And bathroom. With Pine. Unable to see her. She picked up Vinchento. From under the bed. And placed him back up. On top where. He belonged. She would miss him. Having had him. Snce she was small. But you did not. Take your stuffed animal. To your boyfriends place. She mentioned then. That she was done. And Pine having heard. About her happiness. Smiled. Giving her a wink. And admitting that he too. Was happy. He helped her. Grabbing her clothing bag. And she her bathroom bag. Flicking off the lights. She took his hand again. Grateful for the warmth. She inteneded. To hold him again. Later when. They could just hold each other. When no one would bother them. Down the stairs. Her mother was waiting. Hovering by the door. Her eyes widened. Seeing the bags. And the fact that. They were not staying. They were infact. Leaving. Packed and everything. Her clothing bag was a bit heavy. Afterall. It had a few books in it. And her candles. At the bottome of the stairs. Bix's mother. Looked up at her daughter. Her eyes glistening. But Liberty was no longer there. Her eyes were guarded and dead. Hiding again. She wanted nothing from her mother. And she wanted her mother. Not to experience Liberty. "You are leaving?" her mother asked. Bix merely nodded. "Return I shall, when he is away once more." Her mother bit her lower lip. Crossing her arms. Over her chest for a moment. Bix knew. That her mother. Could not leave her father. But that did not make it any easier. To live here. When he was home. "You'll be alright then? I see something different." Bix shrugged and nodded. "Fine, I will be. Safe." Her mother nodded and crossed the room. She pulled Bix into a long hug. But Bix's arms hung limply at her side. She did not move to hug. Her mother back. There was no need to. It had been a long time. Since Bix needed affection. From her parents. And she did not. Need it now. pine had filled that need. and he was the only one. She needed to do so. When her mother pulled back. She touched. Her daughters cheek. "I will miss you Liberty. I know it isn't easy here but you know I love you, don't you." Bix turned to Pine. Pulling her cheek. From her mother's hand. She was putting on a show. For Pine. Her mother was. And it was making. Bix sick to her stomach. "Time to go." Bix moved past. Her mother and opened the door. Heading outside. Towards the car. And waited for Pine.
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Post by pinefresh on Dec 14, 2008 3:55:58 GMT 1
Pine did not know how Bix would react to being slapped on the butt. He didn't mean it in a demeaning way as some men would, but more in a curious one. He wanted to know how she reacted to certain types of touching. She had jumped and gasped, her eyes were wide as she turned to face him. Clearly this meant that giving her a spanking when she was naughty was probably not the best of ideas. Though he would have to try one more time just to be sure on her reaction. As it stood, another smack to the bottom might get him one to the face. Though Pine was willing to take that risk in his quest for knowledge. After all, Isaac Newton had to get hit on the head with an apple to discover gravity, and Benjamin Franklin got electrocuted flying a kite in a thunderstorm to learn about electricity. Compared to those great feets what was a little slap?
Pine went about his business (as stated in the previous post) until it was time to go. He shouldered one of her bags and made his way down the stairs behind her. Standing in the way of the front door was her mother. Pine's grip loosened on her hand so she could move freely. This was Bix's fight, not his, he was here to support her and that was what he would do.
Through the whole dialogue Pine did not know who was the actor and who was being truthful. Both seemed to be trying so hard to hide their feelings, neither one showing how they truly felt. The entire scene bothered Pine. It might have been because he was disowned by his family, or because he did not fully understand the concept of child and parent anymore, all he knew was that to watch this caused him pain. He was happy when it was over and Bix walked out the door. Pine stopped in the doorway and looked back over his shoulder at her mother. His face showing what seemed like dull boredom as he looked back at her with his blue green eyes.
"Your daughter will be safe with me ma'am. I will take care of her and watch out for her to make sure no harm comes to her. I will also make sure she returns here after the one that gave her those scars has left." Pine took a breath before continuing to speak. He needed the short pause to collect his thoughts. He also wanted some of the shock to wear off from what he had just said. Pine had seen the scars which also meant he had seen more of her. The time they spent locked away in the room probably took a whole new meaning to her mother now.
"You lost something that I have found. Perhaps one day I'll be able to return Liberty to you and your sons. Until then be patient and be happy that she is still able to open up to others. Until next time ma'am." Pine closed the door behind him as he walked out and made his way to the car. Bix was there waiting for him. With the press of a button Pine had popped the trunk and placed her stuff within. He then unlocked the car and sat in the drivers seat. As he drove off he was sure there would be questions as to what he had said to her mother. The only question in his mind was whether to tell her the truth of it or just half the truth.
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Post by Bix on Dec 14, 2008 5:12:47 GMT 1
Love Long Lost She waited. By the car. He wasn't there. She could tell. Already. That he must be. Talking to her mother. Afterall. What else. Would tie him up. She leaned there. Against the car. In front of the tire. Her arms. Folded across her chest. She waited. Her bag sat. On the hood. She waited. And inside. Her mother looked over. At her daughter's boyfriend. He seemed like the kind. That was a good guy. But she listened. As he said that. He would. Bring her back. When the man that caused her wounds. Was gone. Bix's mother blanched. Turning a pale pale white. And avoided Pine's eye contact. Unable to look him in the eyes. He mentioned that. He would try. To bring Liberty back. But they would have to be patient. And her mother. Understood him. Completely. "She's been gone for a long time. I know that it's my fault. I can't leave him. I have no way to. The boys love their father. And Liberty hates him so much. I know that he is the reason she has turned into this. I can't imagine her doing so on her own." She looked. Then again. Back over at Pine. Who stood there. He was so innocent. And yet somehow. He had broken through Bix. And gotten back. To the girl that had been raised. Though things had changed. Which was so sad. Because when her daughter. Was stabbed. She had as good, as died. Because she was then. Never the same. "When.. you made her laugh. It was.. a sound I haven't heard in years. I was.. shocked. I thought maybe you were a friend. But. When she smiled. when she laughed. When I saw those eyes. Clear and warm, well I thought maybe. But she still hates me..." She said nothing else. And when Pine left. The door was closed. And Bix was waiting for him. Upon seeing him. She pushed off. The car. And she grabbed her bag. That had been on the hood. And she followed him. To the back of the car. And put her bag. Inside the trunk. With the one that he was carrying. He bothered not. To open her door. Instead. She did it herself. And slid into the car. It was started. And they began. To drive and Bix. Put her feet. Up on the dashboard. And leaned down. So that her face. Was against her legs. Her eyes closed. Hair hiding her face. Arms wrapping. Around her legs. Holding herself in that position. It was a while. Before she spoke at all. She just sat there. In that position. Though at one point. She reached out. For his hand. And when it was in her own. She clenched it. Not to hurt. But for once. She was asking silently. For support. "Stay after, I left. Why?" she asked curiously. Her face. Still hidden.
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Post by pinefresh on Dec 14, 2008 6:14:22 GMT 1
Bix had shut down. The moment she entered the car she just put her legs up and her head down. Though Pine wished to know what was going on behind that soft blue hair of hers, knew he would get no answer. When it came to body language all he was getting from her was a defensive tone. He could ask all the questions he wanted and would receive no answer, he could yell and get the exact same response. No, he would drive and patiently wait for her to leave her defensive pose and begin to talk on her own. He was even willing to ignore her feet on his dashboard and how much of a safety infraction that was.
His answer came not of word but of a hand that reached over and touched the right hand that was resting on the shifter. She squeezed his and for the moment he was unable to squeeze back. Instead he looked for the first spot and pulled over. He shifted down until his hand was not needed and squeezed back. When she spoke he was still unsure of how to answer.
"There were things that needed to be said. By both her and I. Things that both needed to hear. There is no doubt she is partially to blame for what happened to you but I do not doubt she still loves you..." Pine was moving into dangerous territory but it was somewhere he needed to go.
"I know I am giving opinion on something I have no right to but...but... I don't know... I don't want to see you shut down like this... I told her I would take care of you until the man that gave you those scars left. She told me she could not leave and that she takes blame for what happened. Also that she believes you hate her. The last thing she mentioned was how she was happy that you at least opened up to someone."
Pine's grip tightened on her hand slightly. Had she been looking up at him she would have seen pained eyes looking back at her. He was concerned for her. He moved over and put his arm around her pulling her into an embrace. Though awkward as it was she would hopefully get the point.
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Post by Bix on Dec 15, 2008 4:38:30 GMT 1
Need Vulnerability Her hand. Clasped his. Needing him right then. And there. But his hand. Was busy. On the shifter. But she felt. The car slow. And her hand. moved with his. As he pulled them over. And the car. Came to a stop. She didn't look up. She was unable to yet. He finally. Let go of the shifter. When they were safe. And she felt him then. Clench her hand. As tightly as she needed. she stayed there. Folded up. Damn the safety. She needed his support. But not yet in the way. That she could look at him yet. Right now. She needed to know. That he was there. And that he wanted to be there. That he liked her regardless. Even though. She obviously came with. Baggage. He spoke then. What struck her however. Was when he told her. That he didn't doubt. That her mother loved her. Her hand. Squeezed his tighter. she needed him. So badly right now. It was hard to breathe. She had panic attacks before. But they were so rare. And this. Was not that. This was something different. She felt as though. She would break. From the inside. He went on. to tell her that. Her mother thought she hated her. And that she was so happy. to see her daughter happy. She stiffened. And tensed. her hand clenching his. With all her strength. When he fell quiet for a moment. She moved. shifting. Her head came up. and turned. Looking over at him. She saw the pain in his eyes. And he would see the torment. The utter torment in her own. Her lip trembled. And her chin shook with the force. Of trying so hard not to cry. But when he moved over and began. To pull her into his arms. Pulling her close to him. She let out a muffled sob. And thankfully. she was unbuckled. Because she practically. Shot across the car. And into his arms. Into his lap. Her eyes slammed shut. She was shaking. So much. From the force. Of will to keep her tears away. She was trying. So hard not to cry. But she felt as though. She would burst. Any moment. His hand reached up. And touched her cheek. Fingers in her hair. She felt as though. He was touching her heart. Tears poured from her eyes. She looked up at him. And in seconds. All was lost. her head burried against his shoulder. As years of pent up emotion. Spilled out onto his shirt. her hands clung to him. Her arms cinching tighter. And there. Her first breakthrough. In so many years. she clung to the first person. That she had cared for. The first one to open her up. The one that she was growing closer to. Every day. And perhaps one day. Would love.
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Post by pinefresh on Dec 15, 2008 5:19:47 GMT 1
Pine had put himself in a bit of a difficult situation. His words seemed to be doing more damage than good. Damn his lack of rationality. He should have stopped the moment Bix began to squeeze his hand. At first it wasn't so bad but as he continued to talk she was squeezing his hand so hard her fingers and knuckles were white from the effort. She was shaking violently and yet he continued still. Her breath came as short gasps and he still continued. With 20/20 hindsight now in play, Pine would have punched himself for his actions. Part of him begged to stop but part of him urged him on. He knew his words hurt her but he continued still.
The way Bix acted at home toward her mother, it seemed like she thought her mother a fake. Pine for a while there believed the same based on Bix's actions. After his brief conversation with her mother it was clear she was truthful. The problem was that Bix had shut down Liberty so much that she was no longer able to see it. With that rational in mind Pine had to continue. Bix needed to know the truth of the matter. She needed to know she was living under false pretenses and that others saw it as well. For that reason alone he continued.
When there was nothing left to say, Pine sat there, his pained eyes looking at her. Before he could move in to hug her a pair of eyes darted up to meet his. In them was a look of frightened confusion. As Pine moved in to hug her, Bix jumped into his lap. She quite literally jumped out of her seat and onto him. Pine was shocked at this. He was far more shocked by the sob she had let out just before. Her eyes became glassy and her lip was trembling.
Pine's left hand came up and stroked her cheek before moving his fingers into her hair. The tears came then, not just the few she had shed in his room but streams. Bix was actually really crying. Her head buried in his shoulder to hide her face. He could feel the tears work their way through his shirts and his hand continued to stroke her head. His other hand reclined his seat some so she was not sitting on his steering wheel and more comfortable.
His lips touched her soft hair as he kissed the top of her head. Trying to get at her lips or cheek was was a task that would prove too difficult for him. He moved both hands so they were wrapped around her and yet again he began to rock slowly and gently from side to side. There was no point in trying to say anything to her. She needed to get this out of her system and his actions were speaking for him louder than his words could.
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Post by Bix on Dec 15, 2008 6:02:39 GMT 1
Release Of a Different Kind Pine. The one. that was constantly. Winning her heart. Day by day. Minute by minute. She felt her heart. Constantly, making her feel. More and more real. Making her feel as though. She could be herself again. But her mother. Was another case. She was the kind of woman. That cared for her father. And her brothers. But when it came to her daughter. She was not like that. She cried on his shoulder. Letting out a great deal. Of stress, strain, and other feelings. He held her. His arms around her. OIne hand up. Within her hair. he kissed her. On her hair. On the top of her head. Holding her. Rocking her. She cried. Her tears soaking his shirt. But she would wash it. For a thousand years. if only he wouldn't let go. She loved his caring heart. She loved the way he whispered her name. The way he had opened her up. Let her find Liberty again. Showed her what it meant. To be alive. She had never. Wanted to cry. Not like this. not infront of him. Not when their relationship. Was still so very new. But she realized. From the way he held her. That he did not care. She was weak. And needed him. Instead he held her. accepted her. And seemed to understand. That he. Was showing her. That it was ok to be... herself. Ten minutes passed. And yet. Like an eternity it seemed. She finally. Fell quiet. Her breathing heavy. Nose sniffling. Her body quiet. no longer sobbing. And yet. She did not move. She would give anything in the world. So long as he did not. Let her go right now. She needed him. and in his arms. She felt as though. She would be alright. She would be able. To move forward. To heal wounds. That were very old. But too. She wanted to love him. She wanted to find. The way to tell him. She wanted one day. To lay in bed. And whisper those words to him. And fall asleep. In his arms. Happy and content. Her head turned. Her ear now. Pressed against his shoulder. Her face. Turned towards him. eyes puffy. Cheeks red. Eyes red. Stains on her face from her tears. She felt. Relief and yet. Strange at the same time. She felt as though. She had a weight lifted. And yet at the same time. She felt as though. there was much more to heal from. Merely having tapped. The fountain. Of what lay within. She said nothing. But it was clear. She needed him. For a few more minutes. First. She needed his arms. She needed his words. His comfort. And his support. She needed him.
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Post by pinefresh on Dec 16, 2008 4:09:16 GMT 1
If Pine were a lesser man than he portrayed someone would have been sent flying out of the car. He understood Bix's need to cry, he really did. Though as he watched the time come around to 20 minutes and she was still going... I'm sure you could get the point. He was getting sore from rocking her, he was getting really uncomfortable from how saturated his shoulder had become. Yet to make good on his actions he needed to hold her for as long as it took to calm her down.
Pine stopped rocking as Bix stopped crying. It took a total time of 22 minutes for her to stop. The amount of pent up emotions this girl must have was scary. Pine was starting to dread their first fight. If she was even half as bad as this he would be in serious trouble. He could see it now, the frying pan connecting with his head, being stabbed with his sword, or being handcuffed to the bed and beaten. Actually to Pine the latter didn't sound so bad, he liked handcuffs after all.
As Bix looked up at him he could see she had been crying. Her eyes were all puffy, her face was stained, her nose red. Not the most attractive of looks for her, but human. Pine liked it because it made her look normal. His little girlfriend who had more baggage than an airport terminal. She needed him and he knew it,someone that would require much of his attention and time. In truth Pine would give it all to her without hesitation. The reason? He did not know, it just seemed right. Someone to shower with affection, hold at night, and be himself around. Someone he could confide in, someone that would help him when he needed it. He leaned in and kissed her gently before wiping away her tears with one hand.
"Feeling a little better now?" He whispered as he looked down at her.
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