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Post by Bix on Jan 9, 2009 18:00:55 GMT 1
Forgiveness Desire He carried her. Down the hall. She loved it. When he held her. Bix was. Overall. A very independant. Woman. She did not. Need someone to. Carry her. To take care of her. She needed none of it. But now. In his arms. She did not care. If she looked as though. She was slightly dependent. On him. Perhaps that she was. She had never. Had to think bout it before. She didn't care. She just wanted. To be held. To be forgiven. For forgetting. The importance, earlier. For making the mistake. That she had. She was sure. That it was something. Neither of them wanted. They were too young. While he had money. She did not. And they lived. In a poor school. It would. Not be wise. To do something. Such as that. They got in the elevator. The one. That would descend. To the parking garage. In the elvator. He put her down. It was gentle. She moved. her hands up. To smoothe down her clothing. But she never. Got that far at all. Suddenly. His hands grabbed her. And he pushed her up. Against the wall. Kissing her hungrily. Her eyes closed. Arms moved. Encircling him. Holding him to her. His hands. Were everywhere. All over her body. They kissed. It was amazing. To feel that he. could still want her like this. Even after. All that had happened. In the apartment. He broke the kiss. His hands moved down. To her rear. As his lips captured. The pale skin. On her neck. She moaned then. Hungry for him as well now. it felt amazing. To know. That right now. he wanted her. If only. They had the time. And the space. To do it in. However, she doubted that they did. Pine was not physically affectionate. In public. Usually. As the elevator doors opened. She gasped. As the sensations stopped. Something she didn't want to happen. She wanted more. But it was public. And she was not stupid. She knew that it was not. POssible for them to. Continue. Least she. Did not think so. They were both panting. Heavily. And she looked up. Into his eyes. Both of them. Were hungry. For one another. Once more. She took his hand. As they headed. Towards the car. It was okay to. Hold his hand. And it was okay. Evan at school. But she tried. To keep the affection. To a minimum when. In public. Unsure. If it made him uncomforable or not. Bix looked at him. Her eyes were soft. And hungry. And yest. She wasn't go ing. To worry about when. It might happen. "A store. Three blocks west. Our destination." she explained to him. As they headed. To the car.
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Post by pinefresh on Jan 10, 2009 3:36:55 GMT 1
"Three blocks?" Pine said as to ask for clarification on what Liberty had just said. It wasn't that he missed what she said it was that his mind was in his pants. It seemed he had almost zero blood flow going to the head on his shoulders. It seemed his body was going into overdrive for some reason. He would have thought that after their little scare they just had he would have been put off of sex for the rest of the day. Contrary to his own beliefs it made him want her more. Had his mind had adequate blood flow he might have been able to figure out why.
Her actions in the elevator, the moaning, had not helped the matter. If anything her actions and the look in her eyes told him she felt the same as he did. It would have been a crime against man not to take advantage of the situation. That and a really bad case of blue balls for the entire trip. So when he opened the car door for her, Pine held it open and looked around his area of the garage. There were only three cars around and one had one of those little covers on it. He did not expect anyone to be back this early in the day and decided to make his move.
Instead of just closing the door and moving over to his side he just slid his right leg over her so it was by her left leg he positioned himself so he was sitting on her lap facing her. A small mischievous smile crossing his lips as he closed the door. Pine of course was balancing most of his weight on his legs and not on his lap so not to crush her. He used one hand to slowly unbutton her coat as the other caressed her cheek. Once the coat was undone he slipped his now free hand over her breast to her back where when he leaned for a kiss would unsnap her bra through the shirt. He would gently kiss her then as his hands began to explore her. He made sure his first course of action was to get her pants button undone before finding the release on the seat.
The electronic seat recliner slowly lowered them down so now Pine was laying on top of her. He slipped off his jacket and stopped kissing her for a second as he fumbled with something he had shoved in his right coat pocket.
"Three blocks you say? It's going to take us quite a while to get there." Before she could even ask why Pine produced a string of six condoms and held them for her to see. Of course he didn't plan on using all of them, unless she wanted too, but he would be sure to use more than one. He was going to make sure it took quite a while to get those three needed blocks.
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Post by Bix on Jan 11, 2009 5:15:34 GMT 1
Surprise Fun Passions They walked. Together. towards the car. She wanted. To go back upstairs. and enjoy. The rest of their holiday. But she knew. That neither could do that. Until their problem. Was taken care of. She needed just a few things. Mainly one. The others would merely. Make the potion. Taste better. She just wanted. To make sure. That there were no accidents. She wanted to make sure. That everything. Would be okay. She knew that. tonight would be better. More stress free. Than the day was now. They walked. Across the mostly empty. Parking garage. She noticed. That there were very. Few cars here. Most of the people. She imagined. Were out of town. Or at least visiting. Their family for the day. She was visiting. The only one. That mattered to her. At the car. Which was not. Surrounded by anyone else. He opened the door. For her. Bix moved. Shifting beside him. And sliding into. The car seat. Provided for her. She reached for the belt. But before. She could even. close her fingers. Around it. She looked up as he moved. He slid into the car. Putting his leg. On the other side of her body. And climbed up. Into her lap. He grinned at her. Closing the door. Well well. This was certainly a surprise. Much more so. Than her wearing the dress. AT least that was what she thought. He could only grin. And she felt him. Unbuttoning her coat. Pushing it to the side. Her eyes looked up. At him. She did not need. To ask what was. Going to happen. It wasn't hard. To guess really. She could figure it out. Easily. Her bra was loosened. And then, his lips. There upon her own. And she leaned up. Into the kiss. His hands were. All over her small form. And hers. All over his own. The seat began to lean back. Automatically. He really did. Have a nice care. With fancy bells and whistles. She liked it. But right now. Her mind was on him. And not on his car. He pulled out collection. Of protection. Out of his coat pocket. making her chuckle softly. Knowing that he had. In some way. Planned this. She hadn't anticipated it. But she was glad. That it was happening. And it did so. Three times. They created passion. Within his car. Her arms reached up. Wrapping around him. And the heat, as well as the passion. Seemed to infiltrate. The every inch of the car. She moaned. There was no one. Else in the garage. and so she was not worried. About being heard. By anyone else. When it was all over. She could only smile. Pulling him down. So that she was wrapped tightly. In his arms. She just. Liked to be held. Especially right after. Having sex. Or making love. There was just something. Special about being there. In his arms. Just being able. To snuggle into his arms. And enjoy the way that it felt. To be held. And to be loved.
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Post by pinefresh on Jan 12, 2009 3:30:23 GMT 1
Three times. Three consecutive times they had sex in the car. It would have happened more had Pine the energy to continue. After the first time upstairs, then carrying her to the elevator, then three more times now, he just didn't have anything left in him. It seemed Pine had found a limit to how many times he could preform in a day. Four times, almost directly after a three hour workout and an intense amount of displayed emotions.
The inside of the car was kind of all sweaty. They must have been all over every seat at least twice before the end. The windows were so fogged up that Pine could not see out of them. The car looked almost like a sauna. It was a good thing their clothes were not on or they might have had to go back upstairs and change. If that happened, they would have never made it back down. Had the situation not been as it was Pine would have carried her all the way back upstairs and into the bed.
He was looking directly into her eyes when she wrapped her arms around him and pulled down. His head nestled into her breasts. He was currently in the most comfortable position he could think of when he began to feel really tired. A yawn escaped his lips and he looked up at Liberty. She looked rather comfortable in her position. Too bad it had to end.
"Liberty... one of two things has to happen, we either have to have sex again or you have to let me go so I can get redressed. If I stay in this position and get anymore comfortable, I'll end up sleeping and when I wake up I bet you can guess what is going to happen again."
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Post by Bix on Jan 13, 2009 17:28:32 GMT 1
Satisfaction With Love She felt his head. Lay itself. Upon her breast. He did that often. Snuggling into. The pillowy flesh there. He seemed as though. At home there. When his head. Rested on her chest. His arms around her. Her arms around him. There were times. They slept like this. Others, it was her head. Upon his chest. She had never. Been physically close. To another in her life. And yet. Now that she had been. She liked the comfort. That came. Of being held. For no other reason. That to be held. She enjoyed the way. That she felt. Waking up. In the mornings. To see him awake before her. But waiting silently. While she finished her walk. In the realm of dreams. A smile always greeted him. When she woke. And now, she knew. That she could easily. Fall asleep. Right here and now. Holding the man. That she cared so much about. And he too. She could tell. From his breathing. That they both. Could use a nap. After the day's excitment. It's frightening qualities. And then more excitement. To express one's love. Was no small task. Especially when unsure. Of what the other. Would say. But to know. That he loved her. Just to know that. Had filled her with. Emotions she had never known. Existed. Bix. Felt as though. She had never known love. Her mother perhaps. Did indeed love her. But with the way. She picked her father. Over her daughter. Well.. to Bix. That was not love. It was betrayal. Betrayal of the one person. That was supposed to love you most. Betrayal. To the very core. Of one's being. Her brother's. They were boys. Incapable of love. At such a young age. She knew they cared. They came. To check on her. When father had been. Particularly brutal. But they were untouched. By the violence. And hate that filled. The rooms and halls. Of the once happy home. They were boys. As stated before. But being male. Having certainly anatomical parts. Gave them freedom. That Bix herself. Did not have. That she strove to find. And it was this. That had created Bix. The one singled out. Pulling back. Into herself. Into her room. Into her own way of life. Forging a path. For herself. For there need be no help. She was a woman. And she would. Make her own way. Within the world. Leaving her family. The unloving humans. Behind with it. Bix's thoughts. Were interupted. By the speech of Pine. Telling her that. They needed to move. Or they would fall asleep. And end up. Recreating the scene. When woken once more. A slow smile. Crossed her pale lips. She nodded then. Agreeing to this fact. It was indeed. Time to move. And get dressed. She let him move first. Gathering his clothing. It was not a big car. So she figured it best. For one to finish. Before the other. And when his clothes. Had returned to his person. She rose and gathered her own. Dressing herself. As quickly as possible. She knew. That they still. Had to go to the place. To get what she needed. To make sure. No accidents happened. Unwanted stress. Between a relationship. Too knew to need be tested. In that sort of way. When the engine started. With the smoothe way. That it had about it. She buckled herself. Back in her now righted seat. Rolling down the windows. To get the steam. To evaporate. So that he could see. As they drove. "Appologize, I do, for my mistake. Upstairs. I .. " Bix.. looked down at her hands. Gently placed. Within her lap. "Excited, I was and, not thinking I was... and.. I appologize."
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Post by pinefresh on Jan 15, 2009 0:13:21 GMT 1
Trying to get dressed in the car was not the easiest thing in the world to do. If his Lexus was a luxury model instead of a sport there would be no problem. Instead Pine had to invest in an IS series sport vehicle because it was sporty. That, and the car just looked good. It was decently fast, had good pickup, and even all wheel drive for extra traction. It was a nice little toy to have as long as you didn't have to get dressed in it.
When he finished getting dressed and after Bix had put on her underwear he slipped out of the car and deposited his used goods into the trash bin. He sighed before he turned to make his way back to the car. He had come to the conclusion that condoms really sucked. Even the ultra thins killed too much feeling. After that one little incident he doubted he would be as fulfilled by sex as he was upstairs. Even if it never should have happened that way.
He began walking back to the car thinking of what he was going to cook for dinner tonight. Turkey would take far too long to cook. Ham was not something he was good at cooking, so that was out of the question. His butcher shop was closed which meant no roast for dinner either. So that left chicken. Chicken would do nicely. Perhaps he would buy some breasts with the skin and bone on. Add potatoes, carrots, celery root, sweet potato, and garlic. Some merlot, salt, pepper and butter to coat the stuff. Oh and onion of course. Perhaps he'd make a salad which meant he would need romaine and iceburg lettuce, some green and red pepper, some shredded carrot, and some red cabbage. They would need some sort of bread to go with it. Pine was thinking rolls because it was the traditional thing to do. Oh and who could forget the pumpkin pie for desert.
He got back into the car and was still thinking of what he was going to make when Bix began to speak. No, not Bix, Liberty. Pine snapped out of his dream about food and turned on the engine as she spoke. The car came to life but he was able to hear everything that she said. He put the car in neutral before turning to reply.
"The blame is 50/50. We were both too excited to even really think about what we were doing. So don't worry about it hun...I mean Liberty. I forgot, no nicknames. Anyways, we both got passed it in more ways than one, so no real biggy. No need to apologize for anything. Besides, all and all we both really enjoyed ourselves and.. connected and all that stuff... so really it was a good learning experience for us both. As I said earlier, I'm glad it happened with you, the girl I love." Yes his words were rough. It wasn't like he had gotten this close to a girl before. Never told one he loved her, never had a scare, for him this was as much a learning experience as it was for her. When it came to love they were both novices and both needed to learn.
Pine shifted into first gear and took them out of the parking spot and a few minutes later out of the underground garage. They did have to open the windows to allow all the steam to evaporate as they went. Pine had to try not to burst out laughing at it. He could just picture a cop coming out of nowhere to see a bunch of steam being released from the car. Not to mention the questioning to follow. If it happened Pine could see it going something like this:
"Afternoon kids been celebrating the holidays with some happy grass?" "No sir." "Really because from back there it looked like you hotboxed your car." "That isn't what we were doing sir." "Care to enlighten me then son?" "Well sir you see birds and bees..." "I get the point son. You know that is a crime in public right?" "We weren't in public when it happened officer. We were in my empty car garage." "How old are you?" "What's the age of consent here for a person of 17?" "Step out of the car son." ~Pine gets out of the car and gets his ass kicked by the cop~
Perhaps the last part wasn't so funny but in it's own way rather humorous. It only took a few minutes to get to the supermarket. Pine got out of the car and waited for Liberty to exit. As soon as she did he locked the car and they proceeded side by side into the supermarket.
"Okay...So to make this faster I suggest we split up. I'll get the stuff for dinner and you get what you need. As soon as your done come find me because I doubt I'll have grabbed everything by then."
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Post by Bix on Jan 15, 2009 5:51:08 GMT 1
Quiet Shopping Bix. Listened as he spoke. She felt as though. He was merely. Saying that for. Her own beneift. But she appreciated. That he thought. So much of her. That he did not. Want her to feel bad. About what. Had happened up stairs. But she hoped. That it was. Really how. He felt. Afterall. He could have. Remembered. But she knew. That having sex. Without any protection. Was certainly. More satisfying than with. She had to figure. Out a way. That they could do this. Without all the drama. The drama that. She did not want. Or need. The protection. She loved the feeling. That they had experienced. And wanted. To find that again. The only way to do that. Was for something. That she herself. Would have to do. Take. Or experience. So that. They could use pleasure. Much more freely. She nodded though. But to be honest. She did not. Mind a nickname. So long. As it was from. His lips. That it came. But she knew. That he. Did not reciprocate. The feelings. On that matter. So she would not. Ask. Nor give. A nickname to her Pine. Perhaps. Being given. A name bad enough. Like Pine. Was enough. But. Liberty. She thought. Was not much better. To be named. For a verb. Or a noun. It was no better. She figured. In name. They were possibly. In similar boats. As he drove. She sat there. Looking out the window. That was no longer. Steamed up. She watched the city. apparently. He knew where to go. Plus. There would not be. Many places open. On Christmas Day. So he could. Likely narrow it down. Quite easily. The car was parked. Not far. From the doors. The parking area. Was mostly. Deserted on this holiday. He got out. And waited. For her to join him. She figured. That he was not really. The opening door type. And she really. Did not expect it. She looked over. And she took his hand. Merely to feel. His flesh against her own. To know. That he was there. And because. It seemed that. She could never. Get enough of him. No matter. How hard she tried. Which she hoped. Would only. At some point. Cement their. Closeness. They walked. Side by side. To the store. She probably. Looked as though. She did not belong. With him. He was afterall. A more straightlaced. Person than she. At least in dress. Afterall. He wore normal clothes. His hair was normal. Everything. She however. So pale she looked sickly. Hair died a deep blue. Blue eyes. Though natural. Only added. To her blue outfit. Which stuck out. As strange. Next to him. They stepped inside. The automatic doors. And he looked to her. Telling her. That he would get things. For the dinner. And she cold go. And get the herbs. And what not. She needed. For their little problem. With a simple nod. She turned. Dropping his hand. Gently as she moved. Away. And towards the herbs. She knew. Already. What she needed. And a little bit. To make it taste. Better than crap. She moved. To the dry herbs. It worked better fresh. But for that. She would have to go. Where she worked. And they. Likely were closed. It wasn't far. But she could make do. With what was here. She moved. To the herbs, and began to look. At the herbs. Inhaling the scents. To find the leaves. That were. The most fresh. She got a bag. And she began to put them. Within it. Gathering up the others. That she wanted for taste. But mainly. Just the important one. It was harmless. When used lightly. But in the amount. That she would be using. It would make her sick. But do the job. That needed to be done. Closing the bags. She moved. Around the store. To find the man. That she was with. it was eerie. To walk through a store. So empty. As this. She was shocked. How odd it was. Taken for granted. Many times the business. Of a grocery store. She found him. And she smiled. Warmly too. As she moved down. The isle. And put her arms. Around his waist. From behind. When she came up to him. Putting her chin. On his shoulder. "Spy, do I. A very good looking man." she teased.
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Post by pinefresh on Jan 15, 2009 20:59:22 GMT 1
Pine moved with the shopping cart pushed by his right hand down the produce isles. He was picky when it came to his food. He only grabbed the very best stuff from the pile. As a result it took him forever to find anything. You would be surprised at how easy it was to scrutinize lettuce. One head had too much damage to outer leaves, one was discolored, one the leaves were limp. He must have spent a good five minutes finding a head of romaine lettuce he deemed usable. It took him another five to find a head of iceberg. The potatoes were easy. Grab a 10 pound bag and just cut them up, tossing the bad parts as you went. Garlic also took a decent amount of time to find. It was hard to find good quality produce this time of year. It would be about another two months before the better stuff began to make it's way from the greenhouses and across boarder.
Pine had grabbed the peppers and put them in the cart when he felt two arms wrap themselves around him. Of course he had to fight the instinct to jerk and bash whatever grabbed him. His right hand moved from from the cart quickly on top of hers. His movements were not violent, nor hard in anyway. His mind understood that it could very well be his girlfriend and not someone trying to kill him. His eyes moved down to the pale hands around his waist.
The weight of the chin on his arm made him grin slightly the words that came from her mouth made the grin grow. Her method of speech made her little sentence seem very awkward to say the least. His eyes shifted so he could just see her out of the corners. She had filled out a little in her time at his house. When Pine first met Bix four or five months ago she was almost shapeless. After three months of eating his cooking she began to look a little healthier. The constant exercise had also toned her better. She was far more pleasing to his eyes than when he first saw her pour coffee on that poor boy. His had gave hers a little squeeze before he replied.
"Good looking...I'd probably go with rugged instead." Pine said as he traced a scar on his cheek with his left hand. "If I may ask, for what do I owe the pleasure of such a compliment from such a fair lady?" He asked returning the joke.
He gently broke apart her hands and pulled Liberty around so she was standing in front of him just to his left beside the shopping cart. He put his left hand on her waist and continued to push the cart with his right. There was still shopping to be done but that didn't mean they could not continue to be close or talk while they moved around and grabbed ingredients. Pine enjoyed having her close to him and was enjoying the surprises. Had they been at home when she came up behind him he would have already been on top of her.
He wasn't sure why he enjoyed when she acted out of character it just seemed to excite him. As if her deviance had a euphoric effect on him. Then again Pine did enjoy things that were original and different from the mainstream. In a way he wished that Liberty would become more normal and yet hoped she'd always stay the same. It was a weird way to think. He wasn't sure which would please him more. What he did know was he wanted to see her happy and surrounded by friends. Pine could not be her only friend, he did not wish to be her world, merely a part of it. An important part mind you, but just a part. He would have to introduce her to some of his top five. The only Genaht members he considered to be friends. Minus Yuffie who he considered like a little sister.
Pine pulled her closer to him with his left hand. He put his left hand back on the handle so Liberty was locked between him and the cart. He walked slowly and pressed himself lightly against her back. By now all that was left for him to get was the chicken from the meat isle. It would not be long before they were out of the store and back at their home. Considering Liberty was about to become a permanent resident it would not be right for Pine to call it his home. He was happy though, with her around he would be able to finally sleep peacefully. No more worrying about if she was alright or just missing the feel of her in his arms.
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Post by Bix on Jan 16, 2009 4:25:26 GMT 1
Warmth An Inner Feeling His hand. it moved. Quickly. And yet. Not with any sort. Of violence or jerk. His hand. Clasped hers softly. She smiled. How could she not. She enjoyed his touch. And the way. That he was close to her. Growing closer. All the time. It was nice. To feel. That with him. To know that. He was there for her. To know. That she could. Be special for him. She loved. Living in his place. And to know. That she was moving there. Now. Made her happier. To know that. She would have. A happy and stable home. To know that. She would be able. To come home. To a smile. To a hug. To helping with dinner. No beatings. No violence. Nothing at all. Just warmth. Happiness. And her sweet Pine. He was sweet. She was glad. That she had met him. That he had given her. A chance. To find herself. She never felt. More herself. Than when. She was with him. He teased her. Saying. He was more rugged. Than good looking. Touching the cheek. With the scar. Her free hand. Reached up. Touching the scar as well. Before her lips. Graced it. Softly. She liked the scar. Had since she. Had first met him. And she. Would not change. A thing about him. He teased her. Playing with the joke. That she had started. Making her chuckle. Softly. "Christmas. Company, I wish for. I chose you. Above all others." He pulled her close. And shifted. So that she. Was now in front of him. His hand. On her waist. Softly laying there. At the curve. She had indeed. Grown some curves. And his appetite for her. Had grown as they had. She enjoyed. The way he looked at her. And it was thanks to him. His cooking. And working out together. Knowing that. She was moving in. Would help too. She would no longer. Miss meals. And lock herself. Within her room. For days on end. Eating small snacks. When the hunger pains. Were too much. She would be. Happy. With a good life. For a while. Her eyes shifted. To see him. As he held her there. Close to him. Walking so that. Their hips rubbed. Just a bit. Liberty was pretty. Since meeting Pine. She had grown. Confidence. Because of him. But you had to. Like a certain kind of woman. Moments passed. Walking together. Gathering things up. When he pulled her closer. So that she was now. In front of him. And his hands. Were on either side. Of her. On the basket handle. She chuckled softly. And they walked. His chest. Pressed against her. She knew. That he could see. She was only. Slightly taller. Than he. And he would grow. Or she assumed. Most boys. Grew longer than girls. They stopped. Growing beforehand. Still though. She just. Was that she could enjoy. Being with her love. Short. Tall. She cared not. She loved him. Regardless. "Question, I have." she said softly. "Moving in, I shall be doing soon. Excited, more than you know, I am. However. I do not wish to... crowd. Your place. Things, I wish to bring. Room... we may not have much of. I.. wonder... how much.. may I bring." She asked curiously. As they walked. Stopping in the meat section. She assumed. he needed something here. That he wanted. To get something. For dinner. Bix was not. Adverse to eating meat. She was not worried about it. it seemed unnatural. Not to. "Perhaps too.. when might, the best time be. For a move?"
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Post by pinefresh on Jan 16, 2009 5:59:07 GMT 1
As they reached the meat isle Pine moved from the cart over to the long rows of meat. He saw pork, beef, turkey, ground meats and then chicken. As he began to inspect the packages of chicken breasts Liberty asked her questions. She wanted to know when she could move in and what she could bring. Pine grabbed enough chicken for 10 people and returned to the cart. He set down the packages of chicken breasts and looked up at Liberty.
She asked a good question. Pine had more than enough room to accommodate all of her possessions. Not in his room of course but it could all easily go in the spare bedroom which she used anyways. Still it bothered him, her whole situation. He understood why she hated her father. Hell if Pine could get a crack at that man he would. He had been itching to do it for the last few months. Show the coward that there were consequences to his actions. Violently painful consequences.
Still Pine wanted her to have what he could not. He could never replace her family. Her two younger brothers who would eventually need her. Who would wonder about their sister, would want to know if she was alright. There is no doubt they knew what was going on and he bet they cared. Yet against a parent it wasn't an easy task to confront. Not because you didn't want to but because they are the parent. It seemed Taboo to be told by your own children you are doing wrong and needed to stop. It would be even more difficult if that parent didn't hesitate to use violence to silence you. Pine had seen the love in her mothers eyes. He did not doubt she loved Liberty but there was also fear. She was afraid of the man as much as her daughter. He wondered how bad her family was getting it now that she was gone. He yearned for a family, his family, which he knew was lost. He did not want to see Liberty lose her brothers and mother. It was that reason he took so long to answer her.
"You have been basically living at my place since we became a couple. You are there at least a week a month if not more. You have more than enough clothes in my room that most people would think you do live there. Still we could easily fit your books, most of your clothes, your cosmetics, your half a million types of moisturizer, and your wiccan collectibles which can go in the spare room with the ones you already have there. Pretty much whatever you want to bring minus large furniture. Sadly we can't really go to your house to get this stuff until after your dad leaves again. I have no interest in turning your house into a war zone. "
Pine put his arms around her in an embrace. He could now basically look her in the eyes. His last check up with the doctor a week ago put him in at around 5'7 now and 177 pounds. Liberty was only maybe an inch taller than he was at most. It felt strange to be able to kiss her without really having to tilt his head up. Not to mention he had been 5'6 for so long the extra inch was strange to work with. Still the time would come where Pine could look her right in the eyes and maybe if he was lucky she would be looking up at him.
"I want you to be happy and safe but at the same time I do not wish to shed blood to do it. I hope you do not mind waiting the couple weeks until he leaves to get your stuff. If anything we can go shopping next week and get you some new stuff if needed. Everything goes on sale starting tomorrow after all. With the downturn in the economy things are only going to get cheaper."
Pine moved then and put his hands back on the handle trapping her between him and the cart. What he was really trying to say was that he was unwilling to build the rift between her and her family which he no doubt had increased somewhat. The cart began to move as he pushed it slowly toward the check-out counter. He looked at the young man working the cash desk. He did not look happy about having to do it. Pine could not blame him for that. He would have hated working Christmas day, Boxing Day, or New Years anything. Still at time and a half pay you couldn't really complain. They put their things on the conveyor belt thingy and Pine paid the cashier for it. He even let the kid keep the change from the bills.
They moved to the car and Pine tossed everything in the trunk before getting into the drivers seat. He buckled up and started the car. He felt the cold air come rushing in from the heater. It wasn't that cold outside for Pine but for most of the people that lived here it was. As they began to drive back to his condo a question popped into Pines head.
"Hey Liberty, what's your natural hair color? I've been meaning to ask you for a while I just never got around to it."
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Post by Bix on Jan 18, 2009 5:51:43 GMT 1
Home Real Home He took a while. To answer. Though she could not. Blame him. Pehraps it was. More of a deep. Question than. She had anticipated. Afterall. It could not be easy. For him to just. Accept his girlfriend. Moving in. And to know that. She needed a place. To stay. But he had offered. She would have. Gotten her own place. Not wanting. To be in the way. But he wanted her. To stay there. And she had to admit. That she wanted. To be there with him. Given the opportunity. She wanted to be happy. Have a real home. Come home. to relax. Not have to hide. To just enjoy life. She knew that. Leaving her brothers. At home. With their father. Was not exactly. What she wanted. To do. But they. Would be fine. She knew. That taking herself. Out of the house. Would only. Make things easier. For the others. Her mother would be. Less stressed. Her brothers. Would not feel. As though she was. Soley picked on. They would not need. To feel pity for her. Everyone. Would be happier. He finally spoke. Saying that. She basically lived there. As it was. Making the blue haired girl. Chuckle softly as they walked. He was right. She had many. Of her things there. Even the spare room. Had some of her. Wiccan things. Within it. Where she practiced. Her witchcraft. When it was necessary. When she had to. When she wanted to. Make sure that. She got what she wanted. Done. He was very Accomodating. And sweet. He went on about her moisturizers. Making her laugh softly. Only he knew. How anal she was. About her skin. About the sunlight. About her moisture. Speaking of. If she was to wait. A week or two. Before they got her things. She would need. A couple extra things. From the pharmacy. Department. Before they left. He said that. They could even. Go shopping. A bit. Tomorrow. And some time. He pulled her close. Telling her that. He wanted to have her there. In his place. But he was not. Going to start a fight. Over it. She nodded softly. She could understand. Bix was not as stupid. As so many made her out to be. She was observant. And she was intelligent. "I understand." As they headed. To the checkout. Counter. She pulled him. To the moisturizer. And lotion isle. She picked up. A few things. That she had left. At home. That she would need. She had most. Of what she needed. In his bathroom. Had her own side. Of the sink. And everything. Her bottles were plenty. And she needed. A few others. Those in the basket. They moved. To the check out. Area of the store. She knew. That the guy. Was probably not. Happy to be there. Working on a day. Like today. She was lucky. That she was off. As well. Checking out. Was no problem. And she walked with him. To the car. Helping him put. Their groceries. Away in the trunk. Before she got into. Her seat. She opened the door. And got in. Buckling up. She heard him get in. Beside her. The car started. And they began to drive. When he asked her. A question. She smiled. Shocked he had. Not asked this before. In fact. There were still. Several things. He did not yet. Know about her. "Black." she answered simply. She reached up. Fingering. Her blue locks. They had been dyed. A long time. She paid. To get it done professionally. So that it would. Be healthy. And the right color. Everytime. She looked up at him. Over at him. And she smiled. "Do you wish it, that, rather than blue?" she asked curiously. Not sure. That she would change it. Her father's hair. Was not exactly. Something she wanted. To have. Though perhaps. She could leave. Highlights. In it or something. If that were the case. But. To be honest. She loved it blue. It was her color. Her trademark.
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Post by pinefresh on Jan 18, 2009 6:43:46 GMT 1
"Black. Do you wish it, that, rather than blue?"
Pine had to think about that for a second. We are talking serious thinking. The type that made ones brain hurt from strain. The fact was Pine was a little bit of a deviant. The testament to that was sitting not three feet from him playing with her hair as he drove. He liked the blue hair, the Jedi Master Yoda voice (which at times was a little annoying), dark clothing and her witchcraft. The fact she was so different was the reason he was so drawn to her in the first place. At the same time however he was conflicted with his general old school likes. He loved dark haired women because it was different from his own auburn. Though a brownish red the color was still rather light. Again, to be different, he often passed over the blond bimbo for the raven haired one. The actual reason stemmed that he was just naturally more attracted to dark haired women. Of course he also liked women with a little more tone to their skin but it wasn't a big issue.
So now Pine sat there changing gears and having a battle in the back of his mind. There were two ways he could play this: A) Tell Liberty that he liked her hair the way it was and leave it like that. or B) Tell Liberty he was partial to raven hair and that she grow it out to be such.
Of course the only problem here was by asking her to change it could open a few doors Pine did not want to open at the moment. In his opinion it was far too early in the relationship for that. Besides, if Liberty liked it blue, then she should be her own women and keep it that way. Pine wouldn't like her any less if she kept it, and he wouldn't like her more if she changed it. As a matter of fact, now that he thought of it, that black hair would be far too emo with her look for his taste. So in the 2 seconds it took from the question to be asked, to him finishing shifting gears he had his answer.
"Nope, if you want to change it that is up to you. When I met you, you had blue hair, I picked you when you had blue hair, and I'll happily keep you with blue hair. Just do me a small favor and never dye it blond. I hate blond."
Pine gave her a small wink and returned his eyes to the road. There were a few reasons he hated blonds. The first was the everyone seemed to want to be one. Pine never understood why that was. The belief that men liked blonds most was about as stupid as the belief blonds were dumb. It was about a 50/50 with men as to how light they liked a woman's hair. On top of that men also looked at other aspects of a woman when he decided she was worth going after besides her hair. That and the fact his current target in the Library was a little blond haired girl he could not stand.
Pine shifted down as he approached the condo parking lot and another question popped into his mind.
"If you would permit me one more question...Well I guess it is a two part one. Why do you choose to hide yourself from the sun? Why all the moisturizers and such for you skin?"
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Post by Bix on Jan 19, 2009 6:03:54 GMT 1
Questions To Answer Seconds passed. While he thought about it. In a way. She hoped. That he didn't mind. Her hair. Afterall. She did not wish. To change it. If she did. she would have changed it. Some time ago. Her hair. Naturally black. Was her father's hair. The same color. She had his genes. Coarsing through. Her small body. Something that. She did not like to. Remember when she. Did not have to. Her hair. Being the blue hue. That it was. Was perfect. For her. She sighed softly. Waiting for his answer. Her fingers. Twirling a bit. Of her locks. Around her finger. But then. He answered her. Telling her. That he didn't mind. he liked her hair. Making her smile. Warmly. He said. he did not mind. What she did. With her hair. So long. As it was not. Blonde. The young witch. Chuckled softly. "Hate them, as well, I do." The condo. Came into sight. Soon enough. And in the parking garage. He then. Asked her another question. Two. Actually. To be honest. About her skin. And her moisturizers. Her eyes. Looked over at him. A soft smile. On her face. It was both. Easy and difficult. To explain. She knew that. Eventually it would come up. Afterall. It was a strange. A quirk of hers. That certainly. Made her stand out. It was not. For the normal reason. That many a goth. Would stay. From the sun. "Photodermatosis." a simple word. Many hadn't heard. Of it before. it was common. Common enough. Not to be completely. Rare or anything. However. She was still afflicted. "My skin. Does not. React well to the sun. I get.. rashes.. easy burns. Not bad things. Just irritating." She was trying. To be honest. Afterall. It wasn't as though. She could not. Go out in the sunlight. At all. She took many precautions. But she was used. To shunning it all together. "Furthermore." she continued. As they parked. In their spot. "The sun. Has adverse affects. Upon the skin. My own, I wish not to harm. A body, a temple it is. Cherish, take care of, one must." Her hand. Now that the car. Was off. She reached over. Touching his hand. Gently clasping his. Enjoying the fact. That she could. Feel his skin. Enjoying that. They were here. Together. On a holiday. Their first together. She loved him. Very much. She loved him. A very great deal. It was hard. To describe. Just how much. "Moisturizer. To keep the skin. Soft. It too, is why, vitamins, for D, I must take. To remain healthy. Vitamin D. In the sunlight, it is. Without the rays, upon my skin. I must get the nutrients. A different way." She smiled. It was soft. And gentle. But now. her secrets were out. It wasn't as though. They could really be. Used against her. Afterall. What could someone do. Give her a rash? A bad sunburn. It was not. Something that she felt. Was a weakness. She had learned. To live with it so long ago. "Dinner we shall cook, now?"
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Post by pinefresh on Jan 20, 2009 5:06:04 GMT 1
~Photo-derma..what now?~ The little voice in Pine's head said as she let the one word answer leave her lips.
Pine, for all his knowledge, was at a complete loss. He had no idea what that was or if it even existed. The only thing he actually knew was that it sounded like some sort of medical condition. Logic dictated that it had something to do with the sun and skin. Photo for sun and derma which is derived from either Greek or Latin for skin (dermus). Though he had never heard of a disease that dealt with the two. Perhaps it was just a clever way of saying she had fair skin. As the explanation took place he understood what it was. Pine had heard of the condition before but he knew it as a sun allergy.
"Ah so you have a mild allergy to the sun then. Well that's the layman term for it. I guess that means no day trips to the beach and playing in the sun then. Oh well the condo has an indoor pool. I'm eager to see how you'll look in a bathing suit after spending the remainder of the winter and spring eating my food."
Liberty went on to explain why she needed so much lotion. The first reason was that she needed the vitamin D. The only vitamin that comes from the sun and ironically it keeps your skin healthy, your hair healthy and a few other things Pine could not think of at the moment. Then she went on to talk about how a body was a temple and meant to be taken care of. He parked the car as the last of her words reached his ears. He looked at himself in the mirror then allowed his mind to drift back to her comment before he burst out laughing. He felt her hand rest on his and he leaned over and hugged her as he continued to laugh.
The fact was, he was not laughing at her but himself. To him the comment was ironic. Always having been a fighter Pine thought his body a weapon. A finely tuned, well used, well worn weapon. A temple was the furthest thing from what his body could be considered. Callouses, scars, bruises were all that ever covered his skin. Many of the nerves in his shins, forearms, and fists were dead. There were even places were the scars were so deep he couldn't feel anything. He got himself under control and kissed her on the forehead.
"What an interesting pair we make. Your body will have to be a temple for both of us because mine... mine is a little to far gone to be anything but a weapon. At least for now, until I can hang up my sword and stop fighting it must remain that way. So until that time ~Should you be around when I do so~ you must continue to get more lovely and take care of your body so you can be my temple as well."
Pine let her go and moved to get out of the car when Liberty asked if they were going to cook now. Actually Pine was thinking of something a little more fun after their little excursion but judging by the time now was as good as any to cook. "Yes. We shall prep everything and get it started. After that we have at least half an hour before anything needs to be checked. So we can spend some quality time together while we wait...I was thinking a shower. What better way to show my love of my temple than to do my part to keep it clean."
After they got out of the car Pine grabbed the groceries and tossed Liberty the keys so she could get all the doors. The elevator was as slow as usual and seemed to take a lifetime to reach his floor. Once in the house Pine dropped the groceries in the kitchen and took off his boots and coat. Once they were away he got started in the kitchen. He pulled down the roasting pan and the cutting boards. He then filled one of the sinks with half full with water and turned to Liberty who seemed eager to help.
"Okay...Let's see what do I have for you to do. First could you please put the stuff for the salad away then I want you to peel and cut the carrots, peel the garlic and cut the cloves up into...4! yes that will do nicely. Then once that is don I want you to throw it in the pan, lastly I want you to take the chicken out of the packages. While you are doing that I'm going cut the 10lb bag of potatoes, the sweet potatoes, the onion, and the celery root."
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Post by Bix on Jan 22, 2009 5:36:25 GMT 1
Celebrating Togetherness He seemed. Confused at first. What this meant. What she meant. By what she had. Photodermatosis. It was not uncommon. But many likely. Didn't know. The name of it. She waited. As he took it in. And her eyes turned. Looking at him. As his fingers. Clasped her own. He spoke then. Saying that she. Had an allergy. To the sun. Perhaps that was it. She couldn't really say. It was merely. Something she had lived with. Her entire life. It was nothing like. XP. or the other. Skin and sun. Related diseases. There were children. That couldn't go. Into the sun at all. They lived in. Blacked out houses. Came outside at night only. Became hermits. Worked from home. Schooled from home. And many other things. That most others. Took for granted. When she went on. To describe her moisturizers. And why she used them. So very much. He laughed. Making her brows. Furrow on her face. And her hand. Pull away from his. Sometimes. It was hard to tell. If he was laughing. At her. Or if she was. Just touching on. Something funny. It was hard to tell with him. Even though. She loved him. She was still unused to it. And while normally. She minded not. Regardless if someone. Laughed at her or not. disliked her or not. it was him, that mattered. Because she loved him. And because. He was the sole person. In her life. That mattered in opinion. But he explained. That he did not. Believe that his body. Was a temple. And she could see that. Afterall he was in fights. In a gang, that serves. The school. She smiled softly. And she nodded gently. When he mentioned. That she could be. The temple. For the both of them. As they. Gathered the bags. From the trunk. Of the car. She got a few. While he got most. he explained. That they. Would work on some preparation. This way. They would be able. To get the cooking. Started and then. When they had time. While things cooked. They could take a shower. And he could take care. Of the temple. That he loved so much. Making Bix chuckle. Softly in response. Inside the apartment. They put the groceries. In the kitchen. And unclothed themselves. Of outterwear. Coats hung upon the rack. Boots by the door. Barefoot now. Bix came into the kitchen. Ready to help. Washing her hands gently. Two soaps. Set upon the sink. One for hers. And her skin. Moisturizing. Of course. And then his. She dryed her hands. Gently upon. A towel. he began. To give her direction. As he did. When she could help. With the cooking. She liked to help. She learned to cook. When she helped. And hoped one day. She could make. Something for him. She put the salad things. In their fridge. Bix. Liked things organized. And so. Everything in the fridge. Had a place. She pulled out. The crisper. And placed the things. Within. She moved then. To the sink. With the peeler. And began to peel. The carrots as asked. Humming softly. A song. Under her breath. It helped her. Keeping her mind busy. While they. Were both busy. Finished. She put the carrots to the side. After cutting them. Expertly with a knife. Just like he had shown her. The first meal. They had cooked together. She smiled. Remembering that meal. And the fun it was. In the kitchen. To cook. With someone she loved. Garlic was next. Taking a damp clothe. She wiped the cutting board. Cleaning the carrot residue. There off. And began to work the garlic. So there was no. Cross contamination. Enjoying the busy work. And the mutual feeling. Of being with her boyfriend. Doing something. Together. "Nice it is, to work, together." Taking all her. Ingrediants. That she had been given. And put them in the pan. Getting the garlic. And carrots. Mixed as evenly. As she could. She smiled softly. And moved. To the chicken packages. Grimmaced for a second. Before stabbing her finger. Into the celophane. Popping the seal. And ripping the clear wrapping. She began to pull them out. Placing them on her cutting board. He didn't say. How he wanted them prepared. So she would leave that. To him or his instruction.
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Post by pinefresh on Jan 23, 2009 2:28:26 GMT 1
Well his laughter was met with what seemed like hurt. That was not Pine's intent and she seemed to understand his laughter after he explained himself. Still, he would be sure to be more careful the next time around. He did not want to unintentionally hurt Liberty. Or hurt her period, on top of that he didn't really like her hurting herself. Perhaps one day he would talk to her about the cutting of wrists. Pine knew she wasn't going to kill herself but that didn't mean it made him feel any more at ease about it.
His comment about the shower was met with a soft giggle which did not help the situation at all. In fact, it just made him want to forget about dinner and just hit the shower. It was no secret that when Liberty, laughed or giggled which were still somewhat rare, he was turned on. To him it was like she just painted a giant 'take me now' target on herself. The only reason it still had so much effect was that he was the only person who got to see it. Still, for the sake of a nice Christmas dinner he would hold off the sexual activity.
In the kitchen Pine was like a madman with the kitchen utility knife. It only took about five minutes to cut the potatoes. The blade moved like an extension of his arm, quickly and efficiently slicing up the potatoes into smaller pieces which would cook better in the pan. His next movement was a fluid sweep of the board knocking the potatoes into the half full sink so they could soak for a few minutes. The few sweet potatoes he bought took only 2 minutes to cut and followed the other potatoes into the sink. The Celery root took longer than the potatoes. It needed to be cut up rather small and was just a pain to cut. Once done he then grabbed the spices and mixed them in a bowl for easy application to the chicken.
"Indeed it is, perhaps one day you'll even cook for me." He said and went back to his work. It was not that he didn't want to carry on the conversation but that he was fully concentrating on the task at hand. He knew Liberty understood when it came to cooking his mind was rather one track. Soldiers lived on their stomachs so food was important to Pine. After spending three weeks living on two ration packs a day and barely enough water to stay hydrated you begin to appreciate food and how important it is.
By the time he had finished and cleaned up, Liberty was just finishing the chicken. So Pine drained the sink and tossed the potatoes, onion and celery root, into the pan and mixed them in with the carrots and garlic.
"Alright hun...I mean Liberty...damn I really have to follow my own rules. Anyways, wash your hands and I'll show you how to dress the chicken and stuff." As soon as Liberty finished he began. "Alright! So here we have our spices. We got salt, pepper, a little bit of chili powder, and a few other things I just tossed in. So to make sure everything gets a rather even blend I mixed it all in the bowl here. It is never a crime to make to much seasoning because you can always store and use later. If you made too little I'd have to put you over my knee and give you a spanking. Back on topic. So we take a bit and put it on the vegetables and give them a little bit of a mix. Then we take the chicken breasts and toss them on the veggies so the chicken juices add flavor to them. Then we coat the chicken with the spice as evenly as possible without over spicing. Now we take the red wine and give it all a good soaking. Considering the amount of stuff I have here...the whole bottle should be enough. Now for the butter...shit... could you cut up some butter for me please. Yes now the butter goes on top of the meat to make the skin nice and crispy. Now we put the lid on pop in the oven like so and leave for half an hour."
Now Pine turned to Liberty and picked her up so his hands were under her bum and her legs were either side of him. "Now for a little clean fun." He said with a smile and walked her into the bedroom where he put her down on the bed crawling on top of her. He kissed her softly as his hand undid her jeans and began to pull them down off her form. He stopped though when he remembered that he brought her in here for a shower. "Right...shower...." Pine slipped off of her but as he did he took her pants with him. He tossed them to the side and made his way to the bathroom removing his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans.
Turning the knob on the shower he made sure the water was warm enough before activating the shower. Of course the water was cold at first but quickly warmed up. He then turned to the door of the bathroom and beckoned Liberty to enter as he continued to undress himself.
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Post by Bix on Jan 23, 2009 17:43:05 GMT 1
Special Feelings Liberty could not help. But chuckle. When he called her hun. Again. "Allowed, you are. To call me, that. If you wish it. Mind it, I do not." It was true. In fact. Every time. That he called her hun. Or some other. Nickname. She smiled. Or at least. Felt special. Special enough. That he called her. Something others. Didn't. She hated her mother's nickname. For her. Bixxy. Had to be. The world's worst. And most embarassing. Nickname ever. It was one. Of the reason's. She tried. Not to go shopping. Or anywhere. With her mother. In public. Bix was a homebody. Or had been. Til she met Pine. But there were more. Than just her nickname. That kept her home. Most often. It was her father. That had kept her. In her room. NOt wishing. To see him. Or even converse. With him. He told her. To wash her hands. And she turned to the sink. Doing so. Using her soap. And the towel. That she had used earlier. When she washed her hands. After the vegetables. And then she turned. To help him. Leaning against him. Just slightly. While he showed her. How to mix. The spices. Saying that if. They made too much. They could store the rest. For another time. But if they made too little. He would spank her. Her brows rose. And her blue eyes looked up at him. A grin crossed her face. "If you can catch me." A wink. Simple but cute. As she turned her attention. Back to the chicken. He mentioned butter. And asked her. To get some for him. She nodded simply. Moving to the fridge. Getting out the stick. Of butter. She began to slice it. Just as he asked. When they were done, they covered. The chicken. With the spices and butter. Making it so that. It would be crispy. And so the spices. Would stick to the meet. As it was cooked. He put the top. On the pan. And slid it into the oven. That had been preheating. She was about to. Start helping to clean. Up the kitchen. When instead. He picked her up. Holding her by her legs. And her bum. She grinned. Looking into his eyes. She was light weight. But had gained a bit. Since meeting Pine. Filling out a bit. And gaining some muscle. From his healthier. Lifestyle. Her arms came around. His neck loosely. As he carried them. To the bedroom. He placed her down. On the side of the bed. And she leaned down. As he kissed her. So that she was laying. And he crawled up. On top of her. His fingers. She could feel them. Undoing her pants. She knew. What he wanted. But she also didn't mind. Though sometimes. She wanted. To just.. be held. And watch tv. Or be cuddled. And read a book. She figured though. That he was. A boy. And with hormones. And probably wasn't thinking. That she wished. For other things. From time to time. He mentioned the shower. Her smile grew. As he pulled away. And he pulled off her jeans. And leg warmers. At the same time. She sat up slightly. As he went. Into the bathroom. And she watched him. Listening as he turned on the water. Letting it warm up. Bix rolled her eyes. Giggling softly. When he beckoned to her. To join him. She got up off the bed. And she moved to him. Pulling her shirt off. Peeling the rest of her clothes. As she moved. Passing him. She ran her hand. Over his arm. And moved. Over to the shower. She stepped into the warm water. And let it. Soak into her azure hair. Letting it soak. Her body. The dropletts sliding down. Her very pale. Skin. Waiting for him. To join her.
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Post by pinefresh on Jan 27, 2009 4:50:49 GMT 1
~Hun...~ Pine rolled the pet name around in his mind for a while. Truly a fitting name for Liberty but there were problems with him using it. For example it opened up a precedent for her to start calling him by a nickname. Pine hated his actual name the last thing he wanted was another nickname. Those actually closest to him had given him the annoying name Piney-boy or Piney for short. He decided at that moment to put the thought aside for another time and went back to work. Pine continued to work and when he talked about her about the spices and mentioned spanking a grin crossed her face. "If you can catch me." Now it was Pine's turn to smile. He assumed that was a joke. Pine was not the fastest but he was confident he could catch Liberty rather easily. Though he would have to test her at another date. Perhaps one day when it was warmer he would take her out for a run. Really early in the morning sometime around dawn. Yet now Pine stood looking into the shower and at the being standing in the water. He was tempted to take a picture but doubted that would be a good idea. He would have to look just a little longer and take a mental picture. She looked back at him waiting for company. Pine stepped into the shower and closed the glass door. He picked up her soap and loofa and gently got to work. He started with her shoulders then moved his way down her back and around her body slowly lathering each part of her body. He then put down the loofa and began to wash her hair. The whole affair took around 20 minutes at which time Pine took a few minutes to wash himself down with Liberty's help. The shower ended as the alarm went off. Pine put on a towel and checked the meal. It still had at least 20 minutes to go. He was purposely cooking it a lower heat to draw out the process. Pine began to move toward the bedroom when a knock came from the door. Pine looked around wondering who it was before moving toward the door. "Coming"Pine walked to the door still in his towel and opened it. Right before him stood his old friend Malikai. Malikai stood at 5'10 190lbs. There was a small smile on his face and a small package in his hand. Pine wondered what he was doing there but before he could ask Malikai spoke. The man always thought one step ahead of Pine. "Piney my old friend I figured you could use the company." The Italian accent still ever present in his speech. The smile widened when he took a good look at Pine. "I told you last time, I'm not interested in men so how about you go get dressed and I'll watch the food. I even brought some of my own."
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Post by Bix on Jan 27, 2009 23:54:01 GMT 1
Visitor Unexpected The shower. She was surprised. To learn. Held no actual. Sex at all. Instead. They merely washed. One another. Bix found. That he had lathered up. The soft loofa. And began to wash her. Gently. Downstairs. When he said. That he wanted. To help take care of. His temple. He had been right. She figured. It had been. Merely a metephor. For what they had done. Several times. Already today. But she was glad. For this soft moment. Between them. Shared kisses. Gentle touches. And the fact. That she couldn't help. But fall in love. With him. She had of course. Already. But there ws something. About moments like this. That made love. Seem to grow closer. Bix too. Had helped him. Wash as well. And shared. Soft kisses. Under the falling water. The shower was over. And as she stepped out. She heard the alarm. In the kitchen go off. She smiled. As he grabbed a towel. And rushed off. To do what needed to be done. She wrapped her blue locks. Within. A towel. And began to moisturize her skin. She certainly had. Filled out. And toned up. Since she had met Pine. He fed her better. Than she fed herself. He took care of her. In ways that. She cared not to worry for. About herself. But then. She liked to think. That she had. Taken care of him too. Given him something. That he had been missing. Before she had come along. She was unsure. But considering. That he loved her. She figured. That it was likely. Correct in thinking. But she was partially through. With moisturizing. Her skin. When she realized. The other bottles. Had been left. With their shopping bags. In the kitchen. Sliding off the counter. She took the towel. From her head. Wrapping it gently. Around herself. Tying it carefully. Around her chest. She moved then. Out of the bathroom. Her hair around her shoulders. Almost looked black. Her natural color. Because it was still wet. She had not. Heard the bell. Knock or otherwise. So she came out. Dressed in her towel. "Pine I forgot.." Her eyes widened. And she stopped short. In the living room. Seeing the visitor. Complete with package. Good looks. And a smile. Now. Pine had her heart. And was more attractive. Than this unnamed individual. She was merely. Observing. It took a moment. For everything. To sink in. And the fact. That she was wearing a towel. Gasping. Quickly. She bowed, in respect. And then turned. To scurry back. Into the room. She would have. To moisturize later. Before bed. More than normal. She wasn't going to. Worry about it. Right this moment. She disappeared. Back into the bedroom. Kicking the door. Mostly shut. Behind her. Moving to the closet. She pulled on a pair of her tights. Still in her towel. At the moment. Moving over, she ruffled through her dresses. But a skirt. Instead caught. Her eye. It was made of wool. And plaid. It was black. With blue and grey. Lines in it. Pulling it on. She dropped the towel. Grabbing, a simple. Long sleeve. Black shirt. And put it on. Coming out. She pulled her hair up. Still wet. With a couple. Silver chopsticks. Before she would begin to return. To the other room. Unless Pine came after her. She would open the door. And step back. Into the other room.
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Post by pinefresh on Jan 28, 2009 21:46:58 GMT 1
Even before Pine could swear at Malikai in for his comment he heard foot steps and a few words. Both he and Malikai turned to look at Liberty. She had her hair down and a towel covering from chest to above knee height. She stopped and stood there for a second as both Pine and Malikai did not sure of what to do. It was a rather awkward predicament all three were now in. The matter was settled when Liberty bowed slightly and ran back into the room kicking the door closed behind her. Malikai turned to Pine with a look of surprise plastered on his face.
"Interrupting something?" He asked quizzically as he kicked off his boots and put desert and bread on the counter.
"No...No...Not really, had you come earlier you would have." Pine replied and watched Malikai grin.
"So that's your skinny little girlfriend you told me about? I hate to tell you this but she's taller than you and not really that skinny." He said as he put the pastries into the fridge. Of course he was just touching the tip of the iceberg when it came to the amount he was going to have at Pine's expense over this.
"Well if you did a better job of keeping in touch you would have known she had filled out a little off my cooking. Oh and I'm well aware she's taller than I am you jackass but thank you for stating the obvious."
Both of them started to laugh and Pine made his way back to the bedroom as Liberty came out. She was wearing stalkings, a plaid skirt (that Pine REALLY liked), and a black sweatshirt. Her hair was still dry but held up by two silver chopsticks. His left hand slipped around her waist as he pulled her in for a kiss before entering the bedroom to get dressed.
"Play nice you two." He said playfully as he closed the door and made his way over to his dresser to pull out some boxers and other clothes.
~Meanwhile~
Malikai looked at Liberty in her little outfit. His face was rather expressionless as he took in her entire form. She seemed odd and a little toward Gothic in her dress. He already knew about her method of speech from Pine and understood she was as sharp as a blade. Still he sighed loudly, shook his head and rolled his eyes. He began to move toward Liberty so he would not have to speak so loudly.
"That man is animal, no manners. Look he even forgot to introduce us to one another." As he spoke his accent went from Italian to more Slavic pronunciations of certain words. Since Malikai grew up in a house where the language switched between Russian and Italian his accent changed depending on what he was talking about and the words used. It was by far his most unique trait and one many found quite intriguing. "My name is Malikai, I have known him for...I think it has been six years or so. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance miss?" Malikai extended his right hand to shake that of Liberty as she answered.
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