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Post by kryss on Apr 15, 2015 3:27:33 GMT
Along with his heart, his breath sped up as she leaned over him, purposely placing his head at a very unfair angle. When she stepped away, his face was flushed. It didn't take long to fade, however, and he leaned back, a grin spreading slowly, stretching his mouth far.
"Actually, there is one more." he said. "This one hurts the worst by far, for sure. I think it will need special attention." He tapped his lips, looking up at her with a gleam in his eye. "Right here. Think you can handle it?"
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Post by Andy on Apr 16, 2015 3:06:53 GMT
"I don't know, that might be out of my range of expertise."
With some difficulty, Bev managed to reign in her playful expression, going for something more serious as she examined his mouth.
"Hm, let me see..." She kept her tone low, adjusting one of her hands to trace the tip of her finger along the edge of his bottom lip.
"Yes, you're right, this one is definitely the worst by far. I think it may require all of my attention, and even then, that might not be enough. Are you prepared to deal with that possibility, Mr. Thalass?"
She tilted his head back again, slow and gentle, mindful of the idea that those spots probably actually had hurt whereas he was decidedly just pushing his luck now. She leaned forward at the same time, one hand sliding into the hair at the nape of his neck and the other resting on his chest, over his heart. Closer, and closer, until their mouths were just a hair width apart...
"Nice try." Her lips barely skimmed his as she spoke, her expression splitting into a huge, devilish grin as she pulled away and rolled away at the same time, going right off the bed and bouncing away to go inspect the paintings they had abandoned on the floor earlier. If it was partially out of distraction for herself to get rid of the red on her cheeks, well, he couldn't see that from behind her back anyway.
"So, what are you planning to do with these now, anyway?" She asked curiously, as she picked one up, tilting it this way and that as if in consideration. "Just hide them in here until such a time as you feel like giving them back, or forget about them?"
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Post by kryss on Apr 16, 2015 4:12:23 GMT
Kale sat, frozen as a statue, as she traced him tantalizingly. Her legs were warm against his - why in the SEA did they both have a habit of wearing short leg coverings?? - and he could feel her breath. Closer she edged... closer... closer. His heart was pounding by now, and he was beginning to feel dizzy. He stared up at her, lost for a moment in her gigantic eyes. He normally had better control of himself, but he supposed he had set this up, allowed her to be the one in control. Still, this might constitute torture in a court of law.
Then she pulled away, how dare. He sighed massively and flopped back onto the bed, limp. His blood still pounding, he barely registered her question.
"They can be displayed at my funeral," he said dejectedly.
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Post by Andy on Apr 16, 2015 4:38:15 GMT
"Oh my cod, Kale." Bev burst into giggles, looking back over her shoulder to see him collapsed on his bed, looking all for the part of being ready and willing to die right then and there.
She strode back over to the bed, hips swaying automatically despite her lack of a watching audience at the moment. Sitting next to him on the edge of it, she held up the painting, trying to brighten his spirits.
"You don't think it's a little weird to have portraits of girls you don't even know surrounding your casket?" She tilted her head back, some of her hair falling over his stomach.
"Better to have portraits of girls you know. Like me. Aren't I responsible for your sudden departure from this world? I think that means I at least deserve to give a speech, or something."
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Post by kryss on Apr 16, 2015 4:54:02 GMT
"Be sure to mention my good looks," he said, closing his eyes dramatically. "Bury me beneath the family reef. Make Finley be the pallbearer, it'll be hilarious. I demand you wear that one teal short dress and thigh highs." All of this was spoken in the same semi-monotonous voice.
Eventually he opened one of his eyes, peering over at the painting without moving his head.
"I was just gonna hang 'em up around the frat house, for a while at least. Let the baby in the beret stew for a while. I've got some plans for them after that." He covered his eyes with an arm, still playing the defeated, dying card.
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Post by Andy on Apr 16, 2015 5:11:14 GMT
"Dearly beloved," Bev began gravely, placing the painting across her lap as she placed a hand over her chest. "We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of the devastatingly handsome Kale Thalass. He leaves behind his family, friends, and his collection of stolen paintings, which we have here on display today just to rub in the face of the spoiled kid we stole them from even more."
She paused dramatically, drawing a shaking breath as though on the brink of tears.
"It is with a heavy heart I admit it is all my fault that he passed so suddenly, as his heart simply could no longer keep up with this booty. As you can see by the outfit he requested me to wear today, despite the fact that it is entirely possibly my presence in this may cause his body to spontaneously burst into flames. He will be in our thoughts forever. Or for as long as everyone can stay away from the open bar at the back of the room."
As she finished, she laid back, head resting on top of his stomach and hair pooling over his side as she hoisted the painting over both of them. She considered what he said, crossing one leg over the other and bobbing one of her ankles to a beat only she could hear.
"And thennnn...?" She prompted, wanting for him to continue.
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Post by kryss on Apr 16, 2015 5:31:25 GMT
She managed to prompt a few chuckles from him as she waxed on. Feeling her lay against his stomach, he through once again about how unfair life was. He sneakily played with her hair with the hand laying flat next to him, twining a couple of the locks between his fingers. He was careful to keep enough slack that she probably wouldn't notice. Her hair was so silky!
"And then you tie one of Finley's finest flasks over my grave, of course, so I can join in the party." he said. He lifted his arm off of his eyes to boop her on the nose. "And you can sing," he said. He knew she didn't like a lot of people to know about her voice, but he honestly thought it was the most beautiful he'd ever heard. Maybe she did have a bit of Siren blood in her, although not enough to make her dark, he'd say.
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Post by Andy on Apr 17, 2015 3:22:39 GMT
Having closed her eyes and settled into her position peacefully, Bev meeped in surprise at the tap on her nose. Putting the painting down on what free space there was on the bed, she grabbed the offending hand that had poked her and intertwined their fingers as she huffed indignantly.
"I'll sing when everyone else goes home." She insisted, picturing it in her head and finding the mental image rather lonely.
"But while we're at it, how about you just don't die at all? That seems fair." She decided, nodding to herself and closing her eyes again.
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Post by kryss on Apr 17, 2015 3:46:40 GMT
"Hmm," he said, closing his eyes again while he considered. "I guess we can at least put it off, for now. If it's to be a deal, though, you've got to at least give me something. Maybe a song to sustain me? Just a little one." he didn't want to make her feel self conscious. But he did want to hear her sing.
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Post by Andy on Apr 17, 2015 4:28:18 GMT
"Fair enough..." Bev sighed, sorting through a number of songs in her head and trying to pick which one might be a good idea to sing. One stuck out in her head, making her face split into a bit of a grin as she debated with herself. Should she torture him a little bit again? Absolutely. She took a deep breath in preparation, before opening her mouth and starting to sing quietly. " I headed West, I was a man on the move
This place had lied to me, I needed the truth
Oh, I need somebody, I needed someone I could trust
And I don't gamble... but if I did, I would bet on us.
Like the Dead Sea,
you told me I was like the Dead Sea
You'll never sink when you are with me
Oh, Lord, like the Dead Sea
Whoa, I'm like the Dead Sea
The nicest words you ever said to me
Honey, can't you see?
I was born to be, be your Dead Sea." |
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Post by kryss on Apr 17, 2015 5:21:21 GMT
He lay serenely, eyes fluttering closed as her voice surrounded him. He felt carried softly, as though in a gentle current. He felt like her voice was a real, tangible thing that was embracing him.
As she reached the end of the first verse, however, his eyes snapped open again. As she continued, all he could think was How dare. Hoooow dare. First you tease me to death (almost literally) but noooo let's flip our little fins to a 180 and sing about being a couple there are nO MIXED SIGNALS THERE
Outside he totally and one hundred percent managed to remain cool and collected, however.
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Post by Andy on Apr 17, 2015 5:34:25 GMT
As she finished singing, Bev sat up - feeling her hair slide from between his fingers and realize he must have been playing with it until now - and moved upwards, scurrying until she was poised above Kale and staring down at his face. Her hair had dragged across him, lying across his chest now, and he just looked utterly unimpressed with this entire ordeal. He looked... very blank. Too blank. Was he pretending to not have a reaction to anything she did now on purpose? No, that simply wouldn't do. Not allowed. Nope. Bev was entirely too frustrated with his lack of obvious frustration, and she let out an indignant huff that briefly blew away a lock of hair that was dangling in front of her face.
"No applause?" She asked sarcastically, smiling coyly. But when that had no effect either, she almost didn't know what to do.
"You know, instead of asking me to sing, you could've asked me to finish what I had started earlier." She pointed out as a last ditch effort, "Just a thought."
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Post by kryss on Apr 17, 2015 5:42:42 GMT
Kale brought his hands up, about to give her slow and tempo'ed applause, when she came back with that tidbit. He sat up as well, watching her move fluidly with him to keep the same amount of distance between them as before.
"Would you have gone with that?" he asked, genuinely curious. He was willing to let her take her own time and everything, but if she was going to keep him on the hook this badly, he may need to take a break soon. There was only so much his heart could take.
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Post by Andy on Apr 17, 2015 5:57:39 GMT
"Why not?" Bev countered without missing a beat, though she did look up at the ceiling and stroke her chin as if in consideration. "If it kept you from, you know, dying on me, it still seems like a fair trade."
She swirled her eyes back down from the ceiling, regarding him evenly with a slightly victorious smirk that she had managed to get a bit of a reaction out of him after all. Even so, she did feel a bit guilty, all things considered, and decided maybe... she'd let him win this one. If he wanted. It was kind of a win-win for her, either way.
"But I thought my song was supposed to sustain your health for now... Unless the situation is more dire than I was first led to believe?"
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Post by kryss on Apr 17, 2015 6:06:03 GMT
"Hmm," he considered her offer. He really, really, really wanted to take her up on it. But was that the beginning of a blush? Was that guilt? Maybe she really did want to kiss him... if that was true, maybe he was just strong enough to get her back for earlier.
"While your music was fantastic..." he said, leaning forward, closing the distance between them. He tilted his head up becomingly. "It's possible you're right... maybe more help is required..." he said, drifting closer. He darted his head a little higher, kissing her on the nose instead. "But maybe we should be better safe than sorry. Wouldn't want to overstimulate me now, would we?" he asked with a wink. He slipped his way off the bed and over to the paintings. "Now come on, guppy, help me hang these up."
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