Bix
Dreamer
MISSING IN ACTION
Vinchento Watches You.
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Post by Bix on Dec 16, 2008 4:43:43 GMT 1
Grateful Good Luck She had gone quiet. Laying there. On his shoulder. Taking her comfort. From his touch. Feeling his arms. Around her body. Holding her gently. She looked at him. she had to be. A mess. And yet. As well put together. As she always tried to be. But right now. Looking at him. She did not care. Because she could see. His soft eyes. that he too. Did not mind. That she had let loose. A bit and was not. Trying so hard. To be put together. right now. She looked into his eyes. With her red blotchy face. He leaned forward. And he kissed her. Softly. Her eyes closed. And she found herself. Kissing him back. Just as softly. it broke. And his hand lifted. To brush the tears from her cheeks. She smiled softly. Even more warmly. As her cheeks warmed under her blush. She was a bit shy. Of being so vulnerable. he knew things about her. That no one knew. but there he was. Still caring about her. Still wanting her to be close. he asked her then. If she was feeling better. She nodded softly. Her eyes watching him. Softened even more. Letting so many of her different guards drop. Letting him see more of her. Than before. She felt as though. He deserved that kind of trust. And she hoped one day. He would share himself. With her as well. "Thank you. Pine." she whispered softly. She felt. Better. As though she had crossed. A large distance. And she felt as though. She was actually going to. Be alright. She felt as though. She had opened up to someone. to Pine. And she felt as though. She was better. From within. She hugged him. Her arms wrapping around him. Her head snuggling. Into his. She smiled. "Go we should. Back to your home. Thank you. Once more. Appologize for your shirt, I do." She moved then. Back to her seat. She buckled up and settled in the seat. She knew that she could not. hold his hand. While they drove. Afterall. It was a manual. And that meant. He would need that hand. So she leaned her head. Softly. Against the window. the car once more. In motion. But not five minutes. Had passed. And the soft sounds. Of Bix asleep. Beside him came. Her head. Against the window. Thin arms wrapped. softly around her stomach. Her face gentle. And calm. Her breathing soft. Her body moving just barely. peaceful. As if she were there. In his arms. Where she would much. Rather be.
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Post by pinefresh on Dec 17, 2008 17:04:12 GMT 1
Bix thanked Pine for something. He wasn't exactly sure what for though, he hadn't really done anything that required one. It was the duty of a boyfriend to make sure his girlfriend was alright. To be there for the counter part when they were needed. Pine was really just doing with he was supposed to. Nothing extraordinary. Her arms wrapped around him in an embrace and Pine gave her a little squeeze in reply. Again she thanked him and tried to apologize.
Bix managed to get out the first half of the word before Pine's lips silenced her. He kissed her in order to cut her off from apologizing for something. In his eyes she had done nothing wrong. He did wish she had taken less time to let it all out but it could not be helped. He would not hold it against her.
"Don't apologize. Apologize only when you do something wrong, not for things that need to be done." He said softly and let his hands slide off of her. Bix then moved into her seat and buckled up.
Pine turned on the car and began to drive. There was maybe 10-15 more minutes before they would reach his place. About five minutes into the drive Pine heard what sounded like a snore come from his passengers side. He down shifted and glanced over. Bix lay there asleep, arms wrapped around herself, head leaning against the window. Had he been carrying his camera a picture would have been taken of the scene. She looked so peaceful, it was a welcome relief from her earlier actions. He allowed a small grin to appear on his lips before turning his attention back to the road.
About 10 minutes later Pine carefully pulled into the underground parking in his Condo. Pulling into his spot he turned the car off and quietly unbuckled his seat belt and opened his door. Bix was still asleep and Pine decided on not waking her up. By now her head was nestled into the head rest and not so much against the window. He carefully got out and closed his door. He went around the car and slowly opened her door. Bix's head slowly moved toward the outside, Pine's hand slid in and stopped it. The door came fully open and he slid over and unbuckled her seat belt. She stirred as he did so. His free hand slipping it off of her into it's usual standby position. He moved so her head was leaning on his shoulder his hands slipping around her. One hand moving so it was behind her knees and the other around the back of her shoulders. Pine slowly lifted her out of the car. She nestled into his shoulder and readjusted herself. He closed the door and the car locked automatically and began to move toward the elevator.
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Bix
Dreamer
MISSING IN ACTION
Vinchento Watches You.
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Post by Bix on Dec 20, 2008 6:07:13 GMT 1
Comfort Pleasant Touch Bix had no felt. The driving. She had not felt. The twists and turns. Of the road. She was not worried. About where they. Were headed. But no. She trusted him. Actually. She slept there. Softly. And during one of the turns. She shifted. Turning her head. So that it was more. On the chair. Less upon the window. It was warm in the car. And she was trusting him. The one that she cared for. The one that made her smile. Laugh. And remember. What it was like. To be a girl. Remembering. What it was like. To have fun. To live again. To love again. She slept peacefully. With his scent in her nose. And his warmth close to her. When the car stopped. She stirred not. And then he got out. And all she felt. Was that they moved. For only a moment. And she shifted. When the door shut. Eyes fluttering. Just softly. But when he opened the door. Her head moved. Almost enough. To make her wake up. But his hand. softly cradled the back. Of her head. So that it did not fall. Instead. It was caught. And carefully. Cared for. He moved the door. And he got down. Low so that. His arm could slide. Underneath her legs. And she was lifted. Her head. Against his shoulder. Mumbling softly. Her arms looped around. His neck. And she snuggled. Into his neck. With her face. She was tired. And she loved the way he was. The way he was so wonderful. Her eyes fluttered softly. And she mumbled something. Unintelligently. It made sense. Somewhere. Inside her mind. But right now. She cared not. She wanted to be held. She wanted to be sleeping. She wanted to do what she could. Here in his arms. He carried her. Towards the elevator. She sighed. Lungs deflating. "mmpine.." The elevator door. Closed gently. And the jolt. of the motor kicking in. Her eyes opened sleepily. Glazed a bit. In her sleepiness. She smiled. Looking up at him. "I am, thankful, for you. I wish we could be normal at school. It will be so hard, not to be able to smile at you." What was that? A real phrase. Not the way she normally spoke. Which was not just habit. It was habit. It was the way she was. To stand apart from the rest. To stand so that. She was not one. To attract friends. And others. Yet somehow. That strangeness. Was something. That had attracted Pine. She smiled again. Bix was gone. In that moment. Merely smiling at him. Her eyes closed again. There was something. A pressure in her chest. That she felt. When he was soft. When he held her. Like he was now. Something that tugged at her. That told her. This was more. Than just like. More than friendship. It was closer to deeper. But she could not. Describe it.
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Post by pinefresh on Dec 20, 2008 7:14:38 GMT 1
As Pine moved into the corridor leading to the elevator Bix stirred once again in his arms. He was not greeted by unintelligable speech this time but by his own name. Pine stopped moving for a second and looked down, she was still asleep. Her arms had wrapped around his neck and she lay in his arms with her head snuggling his chest. Pine moved once again and hit the button to call the elevator. It took only a minute for the machine to make it down to them. Pine pressed the button for his floor and the machine kicked to life as Bix reawakened.
Pine looked down and into her sleepy eyes which were only about half open. What came out of her mouth made his jaw drop and almost caused him to drop her. Could it have been a proper sentence? Could it be that in her state she was capable of speaking like a normal person? Was this for some strange reason turning him on?
It only took a second before Liberty fell back into her slumber. Pine leaned down and kissed her forehead. "You and me both." He said barely at a whisper. In truth, his actions would hurt him just as much as it would her. If there was one thing Pine always enjoyed it was to be able to show affection to someone. It had to do with the fact he had no family and few friends. Pine only counted a few of the Genaht members and student body friends and only one like family. Liberty filled a gap within him. He did not feel lonely as he held her or when she was around. In fact, he felt almost fully complete.
His mind was still mulling everything over as he stepped off the elevator and toward his door. It was rather difficult to open the door with Liberty in hand but he managed. He moved carefully and swiftly into his room where he gently lay her on the bed. He stood there for a second and looked at her laying there peacefully before he moved back out of the room and to his car.
It only took one trip to bring everything of hers upstairs. He placed the clothing bag at the far end of the room and the bathroom bag in the bathroom on the sink. He then slid onto the bed and pressed himself right against her. One arm slid over and around her waist to hold her close. He fell asleep there for the second time getting drunk on her smell.
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Bix
Dreamer
MISSING IN ACTION
Vinchento Watches You.
Posts: 123
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Post by Bix on Dec 21, 2008 4:41:08 GMT 1
Slumber The Sleep of Lovers Barely. Did she feel the kiss. Upon her forehead. She heard his words whispered. But only. Did they register in the back. Of her mind. Not in the forefront. Which once more. The girl had fallen. Asleep. Her eyes fluttered for a moment. But she soon. Fell back into a slumber. Snuggling within. His arms. Enjoying the touch of him. She was unaware. Of his problems. Getting the door opened. But she was never jostled. and so she was unworried. About being dropped. She sighed softly. As she was lain on the bed. The familiar feel. The soft touch of the sheets. The gentle carress. Of the pillow. She was tired. And now that she lay. IN the most comfortable bed. She was falling. Even more asleep. He left. and again she was unaware. She slept. Though she moved curling up. On the bed. Facing the side. Where the man she cared for. Slept. She sighed softly. Her arm reaching out. As if she wanted to hold him. To reach out for him. The noise of her bag being set down made her eyes open. To see Pine. Ducking into the bathroom. With her other bag. She had enough thought. To kick off her shoes. hearing them fall to the floor. He came. Over to the bed. Her eyes slid closed. He lay down beside her. Holding her. Pulling her tightly to him. She snuggled them. Right into his chest. So happy to be there. In his arms again. A smile on her face. They slept then. For a little while. Not long before. Her eyes opened softly. To see the chest. Of the man she enjoyed. She pulled back. Looking into his face. She smiled. Brushing his hair. Back from his face. Looking at him. Sleeping there. Peacefully. Bix kissed him then. On his forehead. Before rising gently. Moving into the other room. She rumaged through. The kitchen. And she made thems some warm coffee. Figuring. That he would wake soon. And she wanted. him to have something to help. She was unsure even what they. Would be doing today. For the rest of the day. But for now. The coffee was on her mind. She poured two cups. Taking them both. Into the other room. Where he slept. And put it. By the night stand. And when he woke. He would see her. Sitting in. The window sil. Looking out. At the city. The sunlight falling upon her. Through the window.
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