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Post by Bix on Dec 22, 2008 4:17:56 GMT 1
Christmas Surprise Visit Presents. Had been opened. Bix had one. Under the tree. That had glistened. The show of religion. That she did not believe in. However. Her mother. Seemed to want. Her daughter as part. Of the festivities. Bix had been woken. By her mother. A cup of hot chocolate. In the dark room. And as she had slept. She had missed Pine. Sleeping more and more horribly. Dark circles. Had found themselves at home. Beneath her blue orbs. She had woken. And dressed. Dragged down. To participate in family festivities. Her father was home. Had come home. Three days ago. But she had figured. Pine was tired of her. Always being there. Always wanting. To spend time with him. So she had not called him. And the purple bruise. On the back of her shoulder. Was for show. Her mother however. Had actually put thought. Into the gift. That she gifted Bix. That morning. Writing Bix upon the tag. Wrapping it in blue. But within. Among the white tissue paper. Was a Japanese fan. Made of intricate lace. Embroderied with blue flowers. The partitions. Made of a dark cherry wood. And the movement. Fluid. It was probably. One of the best gifts. She had gotten. From her mother. In a very long time. But when Christmas was over. And her mother. Was getting the boys ready. To go visit the family. Bix was in her room. A silver box in the center. Of her bed. Glistening with the paper. A blue ribbon. Wrapped around it. Tied with care. Upon the top. In her own fluid script. Was the word. Pine. She had gone shopping. Saved money. From working at the shop. It would be their first Christmas. Together. And she wanted. Him to remember it. Bix had no idea. What his plans for the day were. She hoped that. He would have time for her. That he would be willing. To spend a part of his day with her. Reaching behind her. She zipped up. Her dress. Looking at herself. In the mirror. She might have gone. Overboard. But she wanted him. To realize. That she wanted. To be special for him. She wanted him. To understand. That he meant a great deal to her. She wanted to shock him. Because when she did. She was rewarded. And because when she did. She got to see. The Pine behind the shields. Pulling on her overcoat. Afterall. It was cold. It was grey in color. And all it would show. Was her legs. Which were covered in normal hose. Not black. Not tights. Not striped. not blue. Regular hose. She buttoned her tweed coat. Over her body. Picking up her package. She headed down. "Where are you going? We're going to see the family. You're going with us." Her father froze her. In her steps. She looked over. Seeing her father. At the bottom of the stairs. Waiting by the door. he had probably realized. She would not want to go. Not with them. She would have her own plans. "Leaving. I am." "You're not to see that boy anymore. I made that clear I thought. Or shall I remind you again." Bix's eyes narrowed. She knew all too well. How he would remind her. And the thrill he would get out of it. Knowing she was trapped. "Finding my own place to live, I shall." "I won't allow that." he said firmly. "No choice, I shall give." She brushed passed him and opened the door. To feel his hand squeezing the back of her neck. His lips brushed her ear as he spoke. "I am not letting you go you little bitch." She whirled. sucker punching her father. Right in his face. He cried out. But he let go quickly. Shoving her away. Which was all she needed. To get out the door. And get out. She hailed a taxi. When she got out of the suburbs. And to a street. Where they were common. When they stopped. She gave the address quietly. And soon. She was off. Carrying no bag. She had clothes there. Had for a while. For when she needed to be there. On short notice. The taxi pulled up soon. And she tossed her money. Into the front seat. She made sure her coat. Hid her dress. As she road the elevator up. The silver package. In her hand. Her hair loose. Curled at the ends. She was trying. For him. To look normal. On the floor. She went to the door. Making sure. Once more. All he could see was. Her legs. And her coat. She lifted her hand. Knocking on the door. She waited. Hoping he was home. If not. She would sit here. And she would wait. Until he was. But the bolt slid back. And her eyes brightened. The door opened. She held the package. In both her hands. It was small. About four inches. By four inches. She held it out. Smile on her face. "Merry Christmas Pine!"
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Post by pinefresh on Dec 22, 2008 5:32:32 GMT 1
It was Christmas morning. Pine woke up looking at the side of the bed Bix had occupied during her stays. It was lonely in the bed without her there. He missed the smell of her and her warmth. He missed having someone there with him. The thoughts made him lonely and Pine had one remedy for loneliness and that was exercise. He spent three hours from 7am to 10am exercising.
The first thirty minutes he spend doing cardiovascular work. He skipped with a heavy rope to the sounds of his own breathing and Euro Tans mix. The sweat dripped off his torso as he moved onto his next exercises, body weight. Push-ups close grip, wide grip, on his knuckles and fingers, ending with dips. He then moved onto stomach exercises. Crunches, sit-ups of many variations, exercises with the medicine ball after which he took a small break. He then moved onto legs, leg raises, squats, scissors, flutters, and burpies. Pine then worked on his back by doing some back extensions and the plank. He then moved onto an hour of skills training which revolved around his fighting skills. He practiced technique on his bag and in front of the mirror. After this he did some light weights finishing off with 15 minutes worth of sprints with his rope.
Pine made himself a protein shake before jumping in the shower. His little area of solitude. In truth he had no idea how long he stood there but his phone did ring a few times while he stood under the water. When he got out his bathroom was more of a sauna than anything. In his towel he moved into the living room to check his messages. There were three, one from Yuffie, one from Varity, and one from Blake wishing him a merry Christmas.
"Bah fucking humbug." Pine said and moved toward his bedroom when he heard a knock at the door. Pine groaned and turned around fully prepared to tell whoever was at the door to get lost. When he opened it he saw Liberty standing there with a smile on her face holding out a present with a little tag that said Pine.
It had been three long years since he had anyone around for Christmas. Sure friends came over on boxing day and there was a party and such but it wasn't the same. Everyone was at home on Christmas with their families celebrating and Pine was all alone. The thought made him angry. Now he was flooded with something else. It was not the draft hitting his still wet skin. His body began to tremble slightly and emotions began to flood in. He felt his eyes begin to tear slightly as he reached out and took the small box. He slowly opened it, unaware at his lack of manners due to the shock of the situation. The small box contained a bracelet. It was nothing overly ornate but it had his initial on the top of the band. Pine looked back at Liberty and his bottom lip began to tremble.
It had been three years since he had anyone to celebrate this day with. It had been that long since anyone had cared enough to come visit him on the day. He felt tears begin to fall down his face but he managed to hold control long enough to say something. "Thank you...." Pine moved out into the hall and buried his face in her shoulder and began to cry. Quietly sobbing into her shoulder, one hand wrapped around her and one holding up his towel. It had been a long time since he had felt anything like this. In truth he was scared of what he was preparing himself to do next.
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Post by Bix on Dec 22, 2008 6:13:15 GMT 1
Roles Reversed Stronger Bonds "Merry Christmas Pine!" Her smile. Almost fell. From her face. Upon seeing his own. It was not. Warmed with a smile. It was not. Showing much. Outside of shock. Perhaps he had not thought. She would be here. But she was with him. She knew. That she had to do. What she could. To make sure. That she was able. To come see him today. It was Christmas. Time to spend. With those that you loved. Granted. She had not said it. She hoped her eyes. her actions. Her smiles. Were enough. But it would never. Be the same as actually. Hearing those words. But perhaps. One day. She would have the nerve. To say them to him. He took the box. She let her hands then. Fall back in front of her. One. Clasping the other. While she watched him. He seemed almost. mechanical in the way. That he moved. The way that his fingers. Slid open the paper. The way that. The paper fell to the floor. The ribbon and tag discarded. They hadn't meant anything. anyway. However. he seemed almost sad. She was unsure. Of what was wrong. But she waited. Silently. As he opened the gift. he seemed. unimpressed. She hoped that it wasn't. Because he didn't like it. Maybe he already had a bracelet. She hadn't seen one. And she had tried. To find something personal. And yet he seemed unimpressed. He looked up. His chin. Trembled. And her heart. Beat loudly against her chest. She wanted to pull him. Into her arms. And hold him. She had never. Seen him this close. To crying. She didn't want him to hurt. Perhaps her present. had caused another issue. Perhaps it had made. A bad memory come up. maybe she had picked the wrong thing. No matter that she had tried. So hard to pick something good. She had obviously. Picked it wrong. But he moved then. After thanking her. Into the hallway. Her eyes widened. She watched the tears. Pouring from his beautiful eyes. Cascading down his cheeks. As he moved then. Pulling her close. One arm around her body. His head on her shoulder. Tears soaking into her coat. He clung to her. And she wrapped her arms. Around his neck. And his body. Running her fingers. Trhough his damp hair. She could tell. That he had just showered. His skin was clean. His hair wet. He was still in his towel. But it did not make this moment. Any less meaningful. She kissed his hair. The neck. Rubbing his body. She coaxed him. Shushing him softly. And this time it was she. That was rocking them. Back and forth. "I am here." She whispered to him. Over and over. She wanted him to know that. And she didn't intend to leave. At least not tonight. Unless he told her. He had to go somewhere. And did not want her to be here. She closed her eyes. Inhaling his scent. Her lips continued. To carress him. Waiting. For him to calm down. For as long as it took.
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Post by pinefresh on Dec 23, 2008 4:09:42 GMT 1
It didn't take long for Pine to stop, maybe a minute or two before the end. He stopped the moment his sense kicked in and let him in on the situation. He was standing out in the hallway, in a towel, crying on his girlfriends shoulder. His eyes widened and his face became a bright red, in fact his body also changed to a slightly redish color. He pulled back and led her into the unit closing the door behind him before speaking.
"It has been two years..." He began but had to stop before he started bawling again. He was really off kilter at the moment and he was finding it hard to regain himself. "Two years since anyone has bothered to share Christmas with me..." He continued before he had to stop again. Not to stop from crying but to collect his thoughts. Today he was in a difficult situation. He could no longer ignore his feelings and his mind was not in control. He had to look back at the three months he had been with her. All the hiding, then the no hiding, the crying, the disagreements, the fighting, the tender moments, the sex, the way she acted around him. It led him all to one conclusion.
"And three long and painful years since I have spent it with someone I love. I don't know why it took me until this moment to realize it but I love you Liberty."
Pine did not know how long it had been since he felt this vulnerable. He did not know why he did it. All Pine knew was that it felt right. Regardless of how she felt about him, he needed to say it. If not for her than at least for himself so he didn't have to hold it in any longer.
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Post by Bix on Dec 23, 2008 5:15:14 GMT 1
Surprise Confessions He cried. Upon her shoulder. His tears. Soaking into. The tweed fabric of her coat. The one that hid the dress. That he had not seen yet. She was in no hurry. To show him. He would see it later. It was another one of his gifts. But for now. he needed her. And she was not. Going to let him go. Especially not right now. He was a sweet man. And for once. He seemed to really. Need her. And Bix wanted to. Be there as long. As she could be. Her lips continued. To kiss his hair. His skin. Her hands. Continued to stroke. She wanted him to know. He was cared for. And she was not. Going to go anywhere. But he seemed to go rigid. And she watched. As he redened. She saw his body turn. And she looked up. Feeling him pull back. He said nothing. But as she reached. To wipe the tears. From his face. He turned. Leading her back. To the apartment. The door closing behind them. But she would not. Let much room. Between them. Afterall. He meant the world to her. And right now. Was the first time. He had ever shown. Any vulnerability. To her. He spoke. Telling her. That two years. Had passed. Since someone. Had been there. Since someone had shared christmas. With him. She smiled. She was always so.. happy there. So happy around him. So relaxed. Much more herself. He went on. But tears streamed. Down his face. And Bix moved. Reaching her hand out. To wipe the tears from his eyes. Looking right into them. It was nice. Sometimes. To have a boyfriend a little shorter than her. It did not matter to her. If he was short. Or if he was tall. All that mattered to her. Was Pine. He went on. After a short pause. Bix looked at him. Watching him. Her eyes were worried. Not that she had done anything wrong. But worried. Because he had lived in pain. She had not known. But he was opening to her. In a way. That she would forever be grateful. Three years. Had past. Since he had spent Christmas. With someone that he loved. She figured that she was lucky. In a way at least. She had her family. They loved her. And she supposed. That on some deeper level. She loved them too. Even though they pissed her off. And they didn't understand her. And many other things. At least they were there. But he. He had no one. And she was glad. That he felt as though. He did now. But he went on. Saying he was shocked. That it took. Something like this. This? Her coming to him. Her gifting him? She was confused. But it was all clear in seconds. to realize it but I love you LibertyThe hand on his cheek. Froze. Her eyes widened. And a gasp. Could be heard. Shocked that she was. he had said it first. She figured. On saying it herself today. But he had done it for her. And other than that. He had said it and meant it. Her hand moved. Back from his face. And fell. To her side for a moment. Her eyes filled with tears. her lower lip trembled for a moment. Her head tilted to the side. And stepped up gently. So that her body and his. Were touching. Her fingers rose again. Both hands. Touching his cheeks. "Trying, I was, to say the same thing." She looked at the box. Where the bracelet was. He had not. Put it on. So she picked it up. And she opened the clasp. Showing him the rune. "This." she whispered pointing to the runic diagram in the inner side of the bracelet. "A.. protection rune.. for.. the one you love." She smiled. Of course. He might. Or might not realize. It was the same rune. That was on her wrist. But regardless. She took the bracelet. And put his bracelet on his wrist. Her eyes looked up. And she smiled. "Merry Christmas, Pine-love."
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Post by pinefresh on Dec 23, 2008 6:34:10 GMT 1
Pine noticed their original roles had reversed. Liberty was now comforting him instead of the other way around. Sometimes it was good to switch roles. It made things interesting. Here he stood trying to think of a way of telling her he loved her and she just wiped away his tears, patiently waiting. When he did get the words out her hand fell from his face. Now it was his turn to be worried. Had he been wrong in saying it? Was it too early in the relationship? Would Bix allow Liberty to reciprocate?
His answer came when he eyes became teary and her lip trembled. Pine was just a little too unstable to stand there and watch her cry and not feel his eyes go glassy for a third time. No tears would be shed this time but the fact remained he could not take too much more of looking at her teary state. Liberty moved up right against him and placed her hands on either side of his face. After some words Pine could not completely understand she picked up the bracelet and directed his attention to the rune. It was a protection rune for someone you loved. Pine sighed a mental sigh of relief, she returned his feelings and meant it. He allowed a small smile to cross his face as she placed the bracelet on his wrist.
Pine hugged Liberty then, and planted a soft kiss on her lips. Since both hands were on her and not on his towel the thing fell to the floor with a small noise. Pine looked down to see his naked self against her coat. His smile turned into a scrunched face when she called him Pine-love. The man named after a tree was not fond of nicknames but he would let her down easy from this attempt. "Bixy, how about we just stick to our plain names shall we?" Pine asked as he bent down and grabbed his towel.
It wasn't like he was showing her something she had not seen before. Pine placed the towel over his shoulders as he thought about stuff. He was sure there was something missing. Something he was forgetting to do. It hit him the moment he looked at the bracelet on his wrist. "Wait here I have to go get your gift!" Pine exclaimed and bolted into his room. He was sure to toss on a pair of scrubs before returning to the hallway carrying a small box in his hand.
"Sorry I didn't wrap it but I didn't think I would be seeing you until after Christmas." Pine handed her the box and when she opened it Liberty would see a pure silver necklace with a pentagram amulet on it. In the middle of the pentagram was her birth stone. The chain was thin but it was inscribed with a few different runes throughout the links. "The necklace and amulet are pure silver which I hear is good for channeling. The runes on the chain are for clairvoyance and strength. I have a buddy who studies the occult and he helped me select the runes."
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Post by Bix on Dec 25, 2008 7:10:51 GMT 1
Surprise Meaningful Gift He hugged her. Taking her in his arms. Making her blush again. There were times. That for no reason. She seemed to blush. The p ink color. Touching her cheeks. But she could not help it. She would rather not. Blush all the time. But he never seemed to mind. In fact. She had a feeling. That he liked it on her. From time to time. But as they kissed. All thoughts of her blush. Driven from her mind. As his lips. And her own. Touched. She loved to kiss him. It was soft. And yet. It could ignite passion. When the time was right. But for now. It was mere love. And now. She had a name. To the feeling. That was tugging at the strings. Within her. As he kissed. His towel dropped. She didn't see it. So much as she heard the cloth. Damp with his mositure. Fell to the floor. The kiss broke. And she looked up. Right at him. She was not ashamed. Neither was he. They had been intimate. Since they started dating. And so it was nothing new. Not that she was immune. She just wasn't worrying about it. But he pulled her attention. Back to him. When he mentioned. Her own mother's nickname. Bixxy. She scrunched her nose. He knew. That she hated that nickname. She had a few. Libby was the only one. She 'might' answer to. But it was not common. So she could understand. That he did not wish. To be called. anything but his name. "Understood." He picked up. The towel. And she smiled. Watching him head off. To the bedroom. A present from him. Was not even on her mind. She just. Wanted to spend time. With him today. It was enough. To be in his presence. She was about. To unbutton her coat. When he gasped. Making her look up. And he suddenly. Remembered. That he had a present. For her apparently. She beamed. Her eyes lighting up. She wondered what he had gotten her. She knew for a fact. She was not easy to buy for. But that mattered not. She would wait. and see. What he had gotten for her. What he had picked out for her. What his thoughts. Had figured her for. She watched. Waiting. Curious. He came back. Pair of loose pants. On his lower half. A box in his hand. She was unconcerned. About it's wrapping status. The thought. That he had gone out. And thought about her. Picking out a gift. Knowing that he might not. Even see her that day. Was something wholey. Different. He handed her the box. And she took it. Within her hands. Staring at the box. Nearly afraid. To open it. The anticipation was great. She put her hands on the box. So that she could open it. Easily. Biting her lower lip. For a moment. She opened the box. And it almost fell. From her grasp. But she caught it. quickly enough. Blinking. As though she could not believe. What she saw. Her eyes. Shot to Pine. Then back to the necklace. It was.. perfect. It had a garnet in the center. Showing her January birthday. The pentogram was made. Of bright pure silver. It was good for channeling. And to keep at bay. Unwanted spirits. But what caught her eye most. Was when she picked up the chain. It had runes. Carved in the links. She read them. Hungry to see them all. Channeling. Strengthening. Protection. Care. Trust. So many. Her eyes looked up again. To Pine. And she smiled. "I love it." Her voice an excited whisper. Her face and eyes. Showing so much more than she could say. In words. Her fingers went to her coat. It was time to show him. The other part of her present. She knew that he would. Be shocked. She was trying to day. To have a little. Normalcy. The coat unbuttoned. To reveal a beautiful dress. Hidden behind it. She slid the coat off. And to the side. Leaving herself. Dressed only. In her dress. "Will you.. do the honors?" She held. The necklace out to him. HOping to feel it. on her skin. Already. The dogtags were there. She had promised. To never remove them. And she wouldn't. They meant too much to her. She moved her hair to the side. Forgetting the bruise. On her back. In the shoulder area. That marred her skin. As she waited. For the necklace. To be put on. This too. Would not be removed. Would have a place. Of honor. Upon her skin. "It's .. perfect."
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Post by pinefresh on Dec 25, 2008 20:49:46 GMT 1
It was as if Liberty didn't think he would get her something for Christmas. Her face immediately brightened when he mentioned having one for her. When he brought it back from the bedroom and handed it to her she was anxious to see that it was. When she opened the thing the shock almost caused her to drop it. Pine tried hard not to laugh but a small smile did appear on his face as he talked about the necklace.
"I love it."
The exact reply Pine had hoped to hear come from her lips. Liberty removed her coat to reveal a black strapless dress. Pine looked her up and down suddenly very hungry. The dog tags he had given her still around her neck. They looked out of place with the dress but Pine remembered that she did tell him they would never come off. He liked the fact she wanted to keep her promise but had she chosen no to wear them today he would not have minded.
Liberty handed him the necklace and asked him to put it on for her. Pine moved up right against her and placed his head over her left shoulder. As he reached around to put on the necklace he noticed the giant bruise on the back of her shoulder and what looked like bruising on the back of her neck. Pine bit his lip to keep from swearing and put the necklace on before moving his head back to face her.
"Merry Christmas Liberty, though I can see your time away was not happy." Pine moved his hand around to brush the bruise on her back. Now was not the time to start an argument or push the point further. Instead Pine slid to the side so Liberty was in his arms in the same way he had lifted her out of the car when she had first come to stay. He kissed her lightly and carried her into the bedroom where he placed her gently on the bed. He then went over to his dresser and took off the container of salve. Pine took off the lid and moved beside her, beckoning her to roll over. After she had he gently rubbed the salve into the back of her shoulder and into her neck.
It was his turn to care for her while she was injured, even if it was minor.
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Post by Bix on Dec 26, 2008 4:35:13 GMT 1
A change Trading Places He moved. Taking the chain. From her fingers. Her eyes. Following him. For a moment. She did enjoy being around him. Her boyfriend. She felt light. She felt as though. She was normal and happy. Here with him. When he held her. And when they slept. In each others arms. She couldn't help. But feel the happiest. And the most safe. She had never really. Been threatened. Outside the home. Her father. Was the only one. That got to her. She figured one day. She would need protecting. And he would be there. And he would help her. She would be alright. And she couldn't help. But be glad. That she had found. Love among it all. He moved. So that she was standing. Right before him. His hands moved. Over her shoulders. With the necklace in hand. But he would not. Be able to see the clasp. From his position. So he leaned. And it was then. She remembered the bruise. But there was little. She could do for it now. He had seen it. She was sure. Afterall. He was not blind. The cold metal. Of her necklace. Fell against her skin. And her lips curved. Into a smile. He moved back. And she could see it. In his eyes. The anger. And likely. The anguish. Of her situation. She hoped. He would let it go. Afterall. It was Christmas. And she had worn this dress. Just for him. She wanted him to. Remember today. And she wanted him. To want her. Like he always seemed to. But it seemed. Today would not be. That way. He touched her bruise. Speaking to her. Making the young girl. Bit her lower lip. She didn't know. What to say. He knew her father. Was not into her. That he hit her. When he was angry. Usually. Where others could not see. And usually. She wore clothing. That would cover up. The bruise. And he would not. Find out so easily. However. He knew now. He mentioned. That her time away. Was not pleasant. And her slender shoulders. Shrugged. She had thought up a story. About falling down the stair. Or.. running into the kitchen wall. Or being hit accidentally by her brothers. But she knew. That he would believe none of it. And figured. There was no need. To insult. His intelligence. That way. He slid around. And picked her up. Gently. Cradling her. To his chest. Like the other day. She found herself. Snuggling in. Letting her shoes. Fall to the floor. She didn't need. Them now. As he carried her. He took her into the bedroom. Where they had spent. Much time. And many great nights. He lowered her down. On the bed. She looked over at him. Wondering. If they were to commence. Christmas fun. But instead. he moved across the room. to the dresser. Her salve. Sitting on the top. She smiled. Thinking that he still had. And used it. She lay there. Pulling her hair over her shoulder. As he motioned. For her to move. She turned over. And lay there. He moved onto the bed. And she could inhale. The scent. Of the salve. Her eyes closed. As he began. To gently work the salve. Into her skin. She felt the pain. The bruise on her neck. Was fresh, but not nearly. As deep as the shoulder bruise. But it was beginning to fade. But still rather recent. "He was.. angry." she whispered softly. She was beginning. to try hard. To talk more. To him. Like a normal person. Though sometimes. It was hard. "Looking, for a new place. I am going to do." Her lip trembled. But she caught it. Quickly. So it wouldn't turn into anything. Like crying. "I.. am.. sorry."
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Post by pinefresh on Dec 26, 2008 5:53:53 GMT 1
Pine had noticed that Liberty did not like where the conversation was going. She had probably hoped that he would get lost in his hunger and ignore the bruise. In truth, the thought had crossed his mind. If she were just another girl he would have and went about his business. He loved Liberty and because of that he could not let it go. It was strange, it was as if he just could not bring himself to ignore her pain. It did not hurt him as much as it had hurt her but he could feel it. He could feel her pain and because of that he could not ignore the bruising.
After he applied the salve his hunger yet again returned. He was tempted to rip the dress off and enjoy her for a little. In the spirit of Christmas he would be sure they enjoyed each other more than once before they did something else. Pine believed that Liberty enjoyed the intimacy as much as he did if not more. The fact she wore a dress like this just pushed the point even more. Liberty knew how much Pine liked to see her in such clothing. The day she wore that little skirt to school just to get his attention he had the same feeling he had now.
When Liberty mentioned looking for a new place to live Pine stopped rubbing in the salve. He replaced the cap and placed the container on the floor. Something really bad must have happened this time if she was seriously thinking of moving out. Pine wondered what had taken place to warrant this. He felt bad for her mother and brothers but understood that sometimes it was necessary to hurt others for the better. Still, he did not like how similar her situation was becoming to his own. He wanted nothing more than to see her happy, and if she had to move out to do it then he would support her. Pine began to stroke her head as she apologized.
"I told you never to apologize for what must be done, only when you do something wrong. Also you are not going to find your own place. If you need to move out then I want you here with me. You know this is your home and if you feel you must move out then it only makes sense you come to live here."
Pine stopped talking for a second as he gathered his thoughts. There was more that he needed to say on the matter. Words that would hopefully seal the deal. When he realized that there was nothing to stop him he continued.
"That and I want you here. I haven't slept well since you have been gone. With you here I sleep soundly and comfortably. I love to see your face when I wake up in the morning beside me. I enjoy having someone here when I get home so this place isn't so lonely. I spent the entire time you were gone tossing and turning at night, bored, lonely, and thinking of the next time you were to come and stay. So please stay I really do want you here."
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Post by Bix on Dec 28, 2008 6:13:16 GMT 1
Surprises A Day Filled With He rubbed the salve. Into her overly pale. Skin. Her eyes closed. The pain was bearable. She was not. A whimp. She had suffered from time to time. And used her own blood. For her spells. So it was not abnormal. For her to feel. Some pain. But pain given to you. By a loved one. Was pain that. Was hard to bear. It wasn't that. She loved her father. No she had lost. That feeling years ago. But perhaps. She hoped that one day. He would turn aorund. Or that her mother would leave. Taking her children. Out of a habitat. That was so obviously. Unfit. But Bix knew. It was all unlikely. And that it was not going to happen. So she merely needed. To figure out her own way. Her own life. She merely hoped. She could continue. To count on Pine. When she mentioned. Moving out. He stopped. The hands on her back. Removed themselves. Leaving a yearning. Behind. She loved his hands. How they felt on her body. When they held her at night. When they were in. Her hair. She loved the way. He cooked for her. He held her when. They watched TV. When they just were spending time together. It was nice. But now they were gone. And she felt a chill. Creep up her spine. She looked over. Watching him. As he put the cap. Back on the jar. She could at any time. Make salve. For him and her. It mattered not. Though she did not think. It was good. That it was so necessary. He set it. to the side. And she watched. As he moved over. And lay down. Beside her. She listened. To what he was saying. That she was not to find a place. Not of her own. That she would come there. Live with him. Shock and surprise. Crossed her face. Unguarded and unhidden. There was no need. To hide from Pine. No need at all. He explained. That this home was hers. His hand. That wonderful hand of his. Running through her hair. Softly and gently. Her eyes. Watching him. Wide. Happy. But surprised. He continued. To tell her more. About how he could not sleep. Without her. That he tossed. He turned. He wondered when she would. Return. He was lonely. And he was bored. She smiled. A blush. On her pale cheeks. As she listened to his words. When he finished. She propped herself up. ON her elbow. And looked over at him. Laying there. On the bed beside her. She couldn't help. But smile. "At home. Lonely I am. Witchcraft, gets, done not. My thoughts, invaded, by you. Miss you, I do. Sleep, I cannot. Circles. Under my eyes. Makeup, does hide. Live here. I would be happy. Wish to, live here I do very much. See your face, every morning. To.. kiss you goodnight." she smiled. Leaning down. She used leverage. Hoisting herself up. She moved herself. Ontop of him. Looking down at him. IN her dress. Watching the way his eyes. Looked at her. She grinned as she leaned down. And pressed. Her pale lips. To his. Her bruise would. Be fine. Hurt, yes. But she would live. And aside from that. She wanted. This more. Than she wanted not. To have pain right now. Christmas. Was to be special. Already. It was. The specifics. Of her move. Could be worked out after. Right now. She had appreciation. To show.
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Post by pinefresh on Dec 28, 2008 6:53:16 GMT 1
Liberty's face was a mixture of shock and happiness as he spoke. He assumed that she did not expect him to offer her a place to stay. As if it would be too awkward to be living in the same place in case something happened. Even in Pine's head the little voice told him he was jumping the gun with his proposal. Pine could personally careless about what his voice was telling him and more than willing to accept the consequences of his actions should it come to that. Right now he was a little more concerned about her well being.
It was her turn to speak now and she told him how lonely she was and that at home she did not sleep or get any of her witchcraft done. It seemed that both had become rather dependent on the other for many of the basics. It was kind of cute when he thought about it. Pine had not needed another person for anything in a long time and he was kind of happy he had someone now. He had someone he could trust more than a friend, someone he could count on to be there for him when he needed someone. He had to admit to himself that Liberty had become a major part of his world. An essential part of his world.
Liberty did something unexpected then. Something she had not done without Pine suggesting it. She shifted herself and pinned him to the bed. Pine was becoming aroused really quickly. He could feel the blood begin to redistribute itself around his body. Pine slipped his hands down and under her dress. As his hands worked their way up her thighs, around her bottom, and up to her waist when he noticed something was missing. All he felt was flesh, no fabric, no strings, no anything which meant only one thing...
~MY GOD! SHE ISN'T WEARING ANY UNDERWEAR!!!!~
Pine's jaw dropped as he looked up at his girlfriend. Liberty never failed to surprise him and when she did, she never failed to deliver. It was clear to Pine that this whole moment, minus the crying, the talking and the bruise, had all been planned out by her far in advance. She expected her presence would lead to the bedroom because of how he acted when surprised. The thought made Pine laugh. His upper body was strained as he lifted it and moved to kiss her aggressively. Pine had never been as turned on as he was right now.
"How did I get lucky enough to land a girl like you?" He asked as he waited for her to take full control of the situation. Pine was unsure if she enjoyed being on top. Most women were not fond of being in that position. In all fairness it meant that she would be doing most of the work. What Pine did know was that Liberty liked to share control. There were times when Pine had no choice but to bow to her will and then there were times when she just accepted his. They shared everything 50/50 and it was great. Right now Liberty wished to be in control and Pine would not fight it. Today he felt like being the submissive to his lovers will. After all, she did go through all this trouble, it would be mean for him to do anything contrary to her wishes.
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Post by Bix on Dec 29, 2008 3:15:55 GMT 1
Passion Change of Pace She could feel. His hands. Moving over her skin. As she kissed him. She knew. That he was turned on. Likely by the fact. That she had moved. To take control. All on her own. She knew. that she had not. Done it before. Usually. She prefered him to be in charge. But she would take. Little charge. Every so often. To keep things. Interesting. But today. Was all her show. She wanted. To make this memorable. His hands moved up. Past her bum. And she grinned. As he registered. Her little surprise. His body seemed to tense. For a moment. In shock. Their kiss broke. And they stared. At one another. For a few moments. Before he leaned up. And slammed his lips. Into hers. Making her moan. As they shared. A hot and passionate. Kiss together. It broke. And he spoke. She had an answer to. "Because. You saw me." He lay there then. And let her do as she pleased. Her lips. Were passionate. And yet loving. Her hands over his body. And his on her own. As she had never known him. To keep his hands to himself. Which was good. She didn't wish for him to. Afterall. She wished. For him to always want her. And to always care for her. Just like he did now. She knew. That it could be. Impossible. For them to stay. Together forever. Howerver. She hoped. That the way she felt. For him. And the way. He felt for her. It could very well. Last that long. The moments. Were passionate. Both taken in. By their recent confessions. As well as. The fact she. Was in control today. The dress. Was not removed. And protection. And slipped both. Their minds. It felt. Amazing. More so without. Protection. Than with. The dress came off. Before the end. Which had not taken long. To achieve. However. It left no one. Unsatisfied. Her body and his. Rigid, in the final moments. Before release had come. And she collapsed. On top of him. Breathing heavily. Panting onto his chest. The only time. He could be taller than her. Was in bed. And there were times. She enjoyed the feeling. Of being smaller than him. Curled up. Against his chest. With his arms. Wrapped around her. Softly. She shifted. Of of him. But lay close. To his side. Her hair. Pooling behind her. Her eyes closed. She was not ready to sleep. Unless they lay. A long time here. She would rather. Spend more time with Pine. But if sleep was. What happened. She would welcome it. So long as It was in the arms. Of Pine. Bix knew. If she stayed there. IN this position. She would. However, fall asleep. Even though. She did not want to. So her head. Softly picked up. Off his chest. After a few minutes. Of quiet cuddling. She looked into his eyes. Giving him that smile. Only he ever saw. She rose then. Moving to his drawers. She pulled out. One of his tshirts. And slid it over. Her body. Leaving the rest of her. Bare. She turned to him. "Hungry. Make us something to eat, I shall." she confessed. Leaving the room. Happy. Sated. She moved to the kitchen. Looking through the freezer. And the fridge. For something she could make. Afterall. She was very bad at cooking. So that. Was out of the question.
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Post by pinefresh on Dec 29, 2008 4:21:01 GMT 1
"Because. You saw me."
From then on everything was just physical, and really good. Pine wasn't sure what made it so much better than usual. He was so lost in her that he didn't even realize that they weren't using a condom. All he knew was with every thrust, every motion, every noise, he wanted her more. His hunger grew more and more until there was nothing left and he was spent. It was a good climax followed by his love collapsing on top of him. Pine's left hand came up and began to stroke her head gently as she lay on his chest. For probably the first time Pine was panting. His heart was racing and all he wanted to hold Liberty in his arms.
Yet something kept nagging at the back of his mind. Screaming at him that something important had been forgotten in the moment. Pine was unsure of what was going on in his head and decided to ignore the voice. Though even he had to admit the sex felt different. He felt different things than he usually did. It felt better, could it have been the increased feelings brought on about the events of the day? The questions was a reasonable one. The crying, gift exchanging, confessions of love could alter the way he felt during the exchange.
Liberty got up and announced that she was going to make them some food. Pine rose from the bed and came up behind her. He wrapped his left hand around her waist while he slipped his right hand up the shirt so it rested on her stomach and began to move slowly up her torso. He pressed his body right up against hers, his goods starting to swell again in anticipation. For once Pine was overly eager to go again. It seemed once was not going to be enough.
"I'm hungry but not for food." He whispered in her ear and began to kiss her neck.
It was about here he began to realize what was missing. He looked down when a part of him touched her thigh and noticed there was no condom. On top of that he didn't remember putting on or taking one off which could only mean... Pine's hand stopped just below her right breast. His left hand became rather lose around her.
"Liberty...are you on the pill because if not we might have a small problem." Pine said, his voice trembling slightly. If this were a different situation Pine might have been more subtle. The only problem was this was not a different situation and he needed to know right away.
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Post by Bix on Dec 29, 2008 5:43:27 GMT 1
Bumps In the Road Barely. Had the shirt. Gotten onto her form. When his arm. snaked around. Her waist. He brought her back down. And she could only grin. As he whispered. That while hungry. It was not food. That he craved. Instead it seemed. It was more of. Her flesh. Her head tilted. To the side slightly. As his lips. Began to kiss at her neck. Making her body. Grow aroused as well. Once more. It was a good feeling. To be so attractive. to someone. That he could not. Get enough of her. His other hand. Moved. slowly rising. Up her body. As if to. Arouse her from. The inside. She moaned softly. But suddenly. Her eyes opened. As his hand stopped. And his arm loosened. She looked at him. He seemed in shock. There were no new scars. She knew. So it could surely. Not be that. But he looked at her. And her eyes locked on his. She listened. As he asked her then. If she was on the pill. Her brows. Furrowed. Unsure of what he meant. They always used....... her eyes widened. To the point. That it looked strange. Could she pale anymore. She would have. Afterall. She like he. Had not realized. That protection. Had not been. Used this time. Her body. Began to shake. Trembling. Slightly enough. That only she and he would feel it. It would not. Be visible in anyway. Her mind. working a hundred miles an hour. Spells of abundance yes. To help and protect. That was not the issue. In her own way. She was protected. But in her mind. She knew. That would offer. Little comfort. For Pine's mind. No. They would need. Something more tangible. Her eyes still wide. Went flat. Looking not at him. But past him. Thinking. Lost in the thoughts. You could almost see. Text flying past her orbs. As she thought. Read. Looked at pictures that she had. Stored away in her mind. From years of reading. Memorizing and the like. With a blink. She came back to herself. Her eyes. Refocusing on the man. That she loved. Calm took over. She sat up straight. "Continue we can, once more... if you wish it. However, before the night is done. An herbal store, need visit I, grocery if I must." she whispered quickly to him. Alright. They would be. So long as. Before the night was done. She was able to treat herself. She could make a 'potion' of sort. With herbs. This however. Was not witchraftery. Though. It might look as though. It was. It was an old trick. Used before medicane. Became wide spread. A midwives remedy.
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Post by pinefresh on Dec 30, 2008 4:55:56 GMT 1
Pine could feel Liberty quake in his arms as the realization of what was happening hit her. She was probably just as scared as he was for the first little bit but she became calm rather quickly. She told him that he could take her again but they would have to go pick a few things up afterward.
As if Pine could think about sex at a time like this. He could have potentially just impregnated his girlfriend. Pine did not feel the need for kids at this time in his life. He did not want a family in the sense of the situation. He wanted to have one sometime around the age of 25 years of age when he was making something of himself. Probably as a United States Marine or a Canadian Infantryman depending on where he decided to settle down. Pine could not see himself really doing anything else but fighting as a profession. After three years of non-stop combat how could he do anything else. Sure his grade point average was high but he lived for combat. Unless something changed in the next few years it was all Pine could see himself doing.
Back on track though... Pine wondered what this magical cure was. He knew of a few herbs that could fix such problems but many were dangerous to take. He would rather not have to take her to the hospital because of excessive bleeding. He let her go and went looking for his pants.
"We can enjoy ourselves later, right now I would rather...It's not that...You know what I mean." Pine said as he tossed on his pants. He wasn't quite sure what was on his mind or going through this thoughts right now. All that mattered was that their little mistake was taken care of. Perhaps on a later date he could talk her into taking the pill so this could be avoided. Pine did not like being so easily scared. He hated it.
Pine stopped for a second and walked back over to her. He was sure she was unsure of what to think about him right now. His actions were slightly irrational and so were his words. He kissed her and looked her right in the eyes (the best he could considering the height difference).
"I don't have anything to cook so if we hit the grocery store I'll pick up some stuff and we'll have a real Christmas dinner. Just me and you."
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Post by Bix on Dec 30, 2008 16:57:52 GMT 1
Commence Shut Down He got up. Moving to his pants. Leaving her. Sitting there. On the bed. Her eyes following. Of course. The first time. She really. Got carried away. Figures. It would end. Badly. She stood. Her arms. Wrapping around. Her small torso. It was times like this. She felt. Almost like. Her old self. Just wanted. To disappear. Back within. She turned. Towards the closet. Knowing. That she needed. To get dressed. And she certainly. Wasn't wearing her dress. To the store. To make sure. That she wasn't pregnant. He stopped her though. And kissed her. Though she kissed back. She was still. A bit pulled back. He spoke. Telling her. That he wanted. To cook them dinner. And if they were shopping. He'd pick things up for that. Just the two of them. "Sure." It wasn't that. She wanted a baby. She certainly. Didn't. She felt herself. Unready. For such a responsibility. But. It seemed too. He was so worried. For that one thing. He had forgotten. About her. However. Could she blame him? He did not apparently. Understand. It could be taken care of. She would be sick tomorrow. But she would live. She moved then. To the closet. Where she had. A small area. Of clothing. She kept here. For when she lived here. At times. She first. Put on undergarments. What she had not. Worn before. She wore now. Just a simple pair. Of cotton. Her hands reached out again. For a pair of jeans. A simple sweater. Blue in color. Cashmere. She sat down. Putting blue. Legwarmers. On her legs. Before she slid her feet. Into some shoes. She came out. Brushing her hair back. Leaving it down. He was of course. REady before her. It took him. Less time. She stepped. Into the other room. Gathering her purse. That had been. With her coat. She picked up her coat. As well. Pulling it on her body. She buttoned her coat. "Ready." She moved. Over to the door. Opening it. She waited. For him to join her. So they could go to the store. Get what they needed. And she could. Take care of this problem. Without any further. Disgrace.
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Post by pinefresh on Jan 5, 2009 1:29:36 GMT 1
Well it seemed Liberty had turned back into Bix and done a full lock down. Her kiss seemed almost emotionless and her speech and turned into one word sentences. In all the time Pine had known her, she had never been this reserved. He began to wonder what was going on in her head. Was she melting down? Could she process what was going on? Was she really pissed off at him?
He bet it was not the latter of the three. Every time she was angry he was growled at. It was her way of letting him know that he needed to back off really fast. Liberty was not a violent girl and for that reason he usually backed off when she began to show anger. He did not feel the need to get smacked, clawed, kicked, or bitten because he decided to push the wrong buttons.
Still, he was wary of the fact she was not acting normal even for Bix. He followed her to the front hallway where they both put on their boots. He opened the front door allowing her to move slowly through it into the hallway. Pine closed the door behind them and locked it. As Bix began to move down the hallway Pine came behind her and lifted her up cradling her in his arms. He looked down at her a little bit of worry visible on his face.
"I'm sorry this happened. What I do know is that I am glad it happened with you. With you I can accept whatever happens. I love you and I want you to know whatever does happen I'll be here beside you. Well I guess in this case I'm kinda holding you but you get the idea. Anyways I'm sorry for how I acted, I got a little nervous."
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Post by Bix on Jan 5, 2009 3:04:53 GMT 1
Forgiveness For Him They put their boots on. She had a fair. Share of her clothing here. So moving. While it would be. A pain in carrying. The boxes. There was not much. She wanted. From her room. Besides Vinchento. Her witchcraftery. And books. Of course clothes. however. Some she felt. Were not important. Still though. She found that. It would be nice. To move in. With her boyfriend. The one that she cared. So very much for. The one. That made her smile. The one that loved her. Though. She had only just. Heard it today. Somewhere. She had felt. As though. She had known it. For a very long time. There was just. Something about. The way that. He cared about her. She had known. Or figured. At least. With the lock. In place. She turned. Moving down. The hall. Not wanting. To stand there. Like an idiot. But before. She could move far. He grabbed her. Holding her close. But picking her up. Holding her. In that way. That he did. So that she was cradled. Against him. Bix looked up at him. She had a feeling. He was trying to reach her. It was hard. To be changing. To be finding. New parts of her. Parts. That had long since. Been lost. Overall. Parts of her. That she had repressed. She was not sure. Exactly how. That worked. How you got used to. Being so different. She was not sure. How to deal. With the feelings. That she kept. Finding within herself. Since Pine Came into her life. He spoke. Saying he was sorry. That this. Was happening. But that. If it were. To happen. He would rather. It was with her. Than anyone else. Course. She did too. The mere thought. Of him. With another. Made a murderous haze. Cross her eyes. But he went on. To say that. He would be. By her side. No matter what. And that even now. He would be there. Carrying her. Or otherwise. Bixe's eyes. Softened slightly. And a smile. Took over her face. She leaned up. So that her lips. And his. would meet. In a soft and gentle. Kiss. There in the hallway. She did not care. Who saw them. Merely that. They shared the kiss. and that he was forgiven. For his harshness. Of earlier. It was not so much. She was upset. More that she was. Afraid. "I love you too. Pine." Her smile. Bright once more. As she shifted. So that as he carried. Her small body. She was hugging him. Gently. It was hard. To get used. To the influx of emotions. That she felt. When around him. She probably seemed. To go from hot to cold. So easily. But that was not really. The case. She merely shut down. In an effort. To figure out. What was g oing on. All together. And it was rare. That it happened fast. "I.. was .. " she whispered. Biting. Her lower lip. "I was wondering.. when.. when is best, for me.. to move in?" She did not. Want to push him. Into it. Nor. Did she want. Him to feel pressured. To move her in. Today. Afterall. She was in no hurry. But she had. A feeling. That he might. Be in a hurry. Because of the bruise. Because they both knew. It would not. Be the last. Nor the worst.
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Post by pinefresh on Jan 7, 2009 19:17:56 GMT 1
Pine took a shot in the dark and assumed he was forgiven. The smile and the kiss had to be the words she didn't say. Pine breathed a mental sigh of relief as she told him she loved him too. That was twice today he had said that, and he was getting a little more comfortable with it. The emotions and the use of the words.
Of course he would never EVER say it around anyone besides Liberty. The amount of teasing he would get from his friends would be almost unbearable. Not because it was Bix but because it meant he was growing up. His friends always saw him as the loner. Very rarely talked about himself or showed much in the way of actual emotion. He stuck to the basics, happy and angry. He was never anything else around them. Yet by admitting he loved someone meant that he could indeed have deeper emotions and therefore be made vulnerable. Pine did not like vulnerable.
Liberty adjusted herself in his arms and he walked down the hallway and to the elevator. Once they got into the elevator Pine put her down. Once the doors closed he pinned her against the wall and aggressively began to kiss her. It seemed his hunger had returned and he wanted nothing more than to lay with her again. His hands slipped around her her bum and gave it a squeeze as his lips moved from hers down to her neck.
If he thought he could get away with it he would take her in the elevator right now. He was of course forced to stop as the elevator reached garage level. He was panting slightly from the adrenaline which had entered his bloodstream, his heart was beating a mile a minute. When they got to the car he wasn't sure that he wouldn't just pounce her. His spot was not surrounded by other cars today, everyone had already left to their festivities. Not even the doorman was on duty. So there was no one to see what would take place in the car. Assuming she did not have any objections.
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