From Friends To Family_IC
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				Title: <strong>From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>23-08-2018, 12:24:18</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">From Friends To Family</span></strong></span><div class="floatleft">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/PSX_20180822_144104_zpsgedkgex8.jpg)</div><br>It had taken weeks of looking at one place after another as Scar spend more time then she would have ever imagined possible walking through building after building looking for something special. She was jittery excited at the idea of having all her favorite people together. She got so little time at home it felt like that she treasured it. The realtor was driving into a neighborhood in Dana Point that they'd visited a couple times to look at beach front property that had been millions out of her price range. The realtor pulled up to a house just down the street from the beach, she could see the blue of the ocean from here. Looking around the house a smile curved her lips, it didn't have many of the things she'd said she wanted but it was four bed and bath, two masters and two smaller ones, one she'd use as an office.<br>The more she looked around the fully furnished home that was being sold completely as is as part of an ugly divorce. Best was it was well under market price. But what really sold her on the place was th back yard. The pool and lounge area were beautiful. Most importantly she could see everyone here comfortable and happy. It was big enough to accommodate the four of the easily without feeling crowded, "This is it."<br><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">New House Exterior</div><div class="spoiler_body">Above<br>(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/PSX_20180822_144047_zpsyjsd38zt.jpg)<br><br>Front of House<br>(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/PSX_20180822_144122_zpsprvzuc0t.jpg)(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/PSX_20180822_143116_zpsz5ngf8vi.jpg)(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/PSX_20180822_143056_zpsnuvlujbh.jpg)(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/PSX_20180822_144232_zpsochcj1vh.jpg)<br><br>Backyard<br>(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/PSX_20180822_143802_zpsqzrsvkju.jpg)(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/PSX_20180822_143957_zpsgmxqrstn.jpg)(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/PSX_20180822_144014_zpszizsuv8a.jpg)(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/PSX_20180822_142947_zpsplwfpfzk.jpg)(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/PSX_20180822_142923_zpsldqf2pbk.jpg)</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">New House Interior</div><div class="spoiler_body">Living Room<br>(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/PSX_20180822_143242_zpsmb83kqnw.jpg)(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/PSX_20180822_143306_zpszzqomqzv.jpg)<br><br>Dinning<br>(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/PSX_20180822_143331_zpsipk0ojn4.jpg)(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/PSX_20180822_143539_zpsbqmsqeey.jpg)<br><br>Kitchen<br>(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/PSX_20180822_143700_zpsh2vr6rot.jpg)(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/PSX_20180822_143644_zpspm3af44x.jpg)(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/PSX_20180822_143727_zpss0smqzvt.jpg)(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/PSX_20180822_143619_zps6i4mi7n5.jpg)<br><br>Bathroom<br>(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/PSX_20180822_143939_zpsa0yhitwz.jpg)(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/PSX_20180822_143921_zpsasbntdge.jpg)(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/PSX_20180822_143856_zpslznslx23.jpg)<br><br>Bedrooms<br>(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/PSX_20180822_143824_zpsf7rzj1fj.jpg)(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/PSX_20180822_143842_zps38svwirh.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>24-08-2018, 21:45:12</strong>
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				Martin was nervous not nervous as in first date nervous but in he was unsure this was what he was supposed to do. The apartment was a safe bet centerally located secure and excellent take out services which had served him well. <br><br>When Puck and Scar had first broached, No that wasn't right Puck had broached the subject of getting a house for all of them during that trip to Dave and Busters after that Ren Festival his troupe was playing at. <br><br>But then Sarah made mention her lease was up and the idea of her living under the safe roof as him made the issues he was having fall away. Sarah just made him feel lighter some how, less worried it was like if she was near nothing could go wrong. Her smile just seemed to turn a light on in his life, and her conversations on the various and multitude of topics had been in recent weeks making him read, He had even had her help him get a library card. <br><br>As he slowly drove threw the neighborhood to the address Martin couldn't help but notice how all the homes where almost identical something he despised, a home was supposed to be art. Something that was defined as individual. Now his mind drifted to issues was this house in an HOA area, what restrictions and fees where associated with it. <br><br>As he turned down the street indicated by his G.P.S. Martin felt his chest tighten, could he really do this buy a home, his mother had sounded so excited but he did leave out the part of Puck and two women moving in with him, especially one he was romantically involved in she would have given him the riot act, about that was not done until after marriage and how he needed to bring that young women he was dating home to meet them.&nbsp; Sighing heavily Martin knew some of what his mind mother was saying was correct but he couldn't find a way to invite Sarah to his mother and fathers with out it always coming out as if he where popping the question. <br><br>As the idea passed his mind his eyes caught the house and he was mildly surpirsed at the look of it, the yard unlike the others was minimal, the front patio would make Puck very happy. He did enjoy the view and closeness to the beach he may even be able to bike to the point from here for morning break. <br><br>As he pulled his car into the drive <br>(http://i1381.photobucket.com/albums/ah226/gary_leon_miller/082b28dd-a822-4c19-88f3-eda049245b18_zpscamlcyww.jpg) (http://s1381.photobucket.com/user/gary_leon_miller/media/082b28dd-a822-4c19-88f3-eda049245b18_zpscamlcyww.jpg.html)<br><br>He noticed that he was the first to arrive, figuring the moving truck with his stuff was late, they had decided that they would all bring their things then decorate the house with the best furniture then donate the rest, not only did this make the most sense to martin but to his numbers taught mind it also made the most tax sense. <br><br>As he turned the engine off he withdrew his cell and texted Sarah (See PM) before getting out and going to sit on the couch out front as he had agreed like the rest other than Scar who had put in the leg work to find the place would wait to enter till everyone was here. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostWind</strong> on <strong>25-08-2018, 16:11:28</strong>
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				It had been a long day at the library, inventorying and preparing a new order of books and other materials to be distributed through the building. Months ago they'd applied for a grant from the county to help update their career's sections which was woefully out dated and wasn't meeting the needs of the community. Technology was great, and they even had a decent media section devoted to just computers and helping those that struggled with it catch up to the pace of the real world. But with all those advancements and administrations relying so heavily on the easier more convenient and in the end cheaper option of modernizing everything. The library had lagged behind in keeping hard copy materials available. Not everyone in the area had access to computers and the internet when they went home. At the end of the day they still needed to keep pace. So she'd spent all day plopped on the floor in one of their back offices cataloging and printing labels for as many books, magazines and digital media as she could manage.<br><br>Her lunch break had consisted of just a quick cup of coffee, especially gross since she just grabbed it from the large pot one of the janitors always had going. The kind of boiled down mud you'd find at a gas station in the middle of the night instead of taking the time to treat herself to a properly made cup. But she was in a hurry to get everything done, she'd promised months ago when filing out the grant that she'd take care of it for everyone. Who would have thought that the actual day it all arrived would be when she was moving into a brand new home with her friends. Especially when it had all started out as Puck's sporadic idea. She'd smiled and laughed along when he'd brought it up but never actually thought that everyone would have gone through with it. That it was all just a great story telling adventure they'd fantasized about over a little too much wine and relaxing after a long week. <br><br>Shaking her head she smiled and tucked her phone away, turning it back onto airplane mode before she was tempted to keep checking it. Just like that, a simple text from Marty and already she was distracted and thinking about the house, the butterflies of excitement stirring in her stomach that she'd worked so hard to bury this morning returned with a vengeance. Thinking that if she kept it off her mind, she could get her work done and be there as soon as she could. Well that wasn't going to happen.<br><br>In the end she only made it another hour before giving in to the inevitable and knocked on her boss's door to see if she could get out early. For a moment she felt like she was back in high school asking the nurse if she could go home sick. It wasn't like her to skip out of work and a bit of her would feel guilty about this later tonight. In the end she had nothing to worry about though, he just shook his head with a small smile, mumbled something about how she was a volunteer and could leave whenever she wanted. Thanking him profusely she hurriedly gathered her purse and hit the highway. The couple of moving boxes she'd shoved in the car this morning brought a smile to her face as she started putting in the address of the house. It popped up instantly after just the first few numbers and she had to grin even more. At some point Marty had already put it in the car and saved it under their "Home". That man was good!<br><br>The highway and turns went by in a blur as she just focused on where her car was telling her to turn. Never the best driver to begin with it was stressful enough to catch every turn and be in the right lane before it was too late. Thank god it wasn't rush hour yet.It was such a relief when she spotted Marty's car and pulled in behind it. Taking a deep breath she turned the car off and stepped out, finally getting her first look at the place...and just froze taking it all in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>26-08-2018, 02:08:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/girls%20for%20rp/Screenshot_20180819-172406_Instagram_zpsx3dwr9rb.jpg)</div>Sweat beaded on the back of Scar's neck making loose curls cling to her as she hauled the tenth box from her little personal office in a run down building not far from her old campus. She'd rented the place to work out of while she was still in school as a quiet place to escape to when she was working on freelance stuff. She'd converted once room into a fully functional dark room and the rest was just her office, her computer, editing softwear, a high end printer, her masters, all her paper work, contracts little things of that nature. Puck and her had finished packing most her their apartment last night leaving only a few things till morning that they'd finished before she took off to pack up her office. He'd offered to help her of course but she'd declined. This place was hers, start to finish. Besides when it came to her work she wanted things her way and it was just easier to do it herself.<br><br>She pushed the last box into the back of her beat up jeep closing the back with a bang. She smiled as she wiped the sweat from the back of her neck marveling at how much things had changed in the last year. A year ago she was considering leaving the country in favor of chasing the brutal beauty of the natural world. She never really pictured herself settling down with kids, a nine to five and all that. The idea sounded confining, that hadn't changed but Puck was different. He made coming home more interesting then sleeping alone in a pop tent. <br><br>It had been slow to happen, at first he was just some guy at a club with cute hair and a happy smile. They'd hang out while she was home and when she was gone she was gone. Except that it was only six months before she admitted missed him. It was then she just gave up the pretence. She was always at his place when she was home anyway, so why pretend otherwise? It wasn't long after that she was falling for him and suddenly the trajectory to her life was changed. There was no more thoughts of moving to Africa, instead Scar decided to buy a house here and live with Puck and her bestie Sarah and her man as she considered her options. <br><br>At the moment she was on leave from work. Normally she'd leave for around three weeks at a time with a week at home before going back. Sometimes it was much longer depending on the politics of the area and she was the type that took the dangerous jobs just for the thrill of it. Her contract was up but she had an offer on the table, several in fact. In was a lot to consiter. She'd decided for the time to just enjoy herself. She was taking a few weeks to just let things sit and think on it. She'd made plenty of money, owning the rights of her own photos meant royalties and just that passive income was enough to live on so she didn't have to work but she couldn't imagine her life without a camera close at hand. <br><br>Getting in the jeep the seat was warm on the bare part of her thighs. She'd opted for comfort over fashion today wearing daisy duke cut offs that showed off her ass and a tank top over a bikini top. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun with curls escaping in the back and sun glasses perched on top. She looked casually sexy which was about her default. Scar, wasn't much for fashion, as long as it looks good on her she really didn't give a shit if it had been in vogue. <br><br>The drive to the new house was a pleasant one. Scar loved driving, loved the wind in her hair and the sense of movement. She took down her hair for the drive and slipped on her big sunglasses to block out the glare. As she turned the street towards the house she could see the ocean and a smile curved on her face. She felt a child like excitement took hold in her chest and she felt like laughing. This was going to be a new adventure for her, it was stability and comfort where she had denied herself for years. It was a family when her own was scattered and distant to her now in stark contrast to her childhood. She was thrilled with the idea of having everyone so close when usually she missed them so much.<br><br>She pulled up to the house and laughter aloud when she saw Sarah and Martin already there. "I though you had the library today" Scar yelled her tone teasing as she hopped down from the jeep and jogged up to the pair giving each a quick hug that was her normal greeting to anyone she cared for. "I can't believe you guys beat me here." She said glancing around her mouth forming a wry smile as we did, "And we all beat Puck." She said with a laugh shaking her head just a touch as she combed her fingers through her hair taming the wild mane back. "He should be just a few." She said pulling out her phone and shooting him a quick <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">text</div><div class="spoiler_body">At the new house love, waiting for you</div></div>&nbsp; as she plopped down on the couch to relax a minute before hauling all that stuff in. Besides she wanted everyone together to see the place for the first time, she couldn't wait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>26-08-2018, 05:09:31</strong>
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				Martin sat on the front patio couch watching the neighborhood go about him as he listened and took in the sounds of the ocean. He would love waking up to that and falling asleep to it again. As the sun moved to the afternoon he knew the others would be coming soon so he pulled his phone out and adjusted his Door Dash before ordering a platter delivery from a couple local places, never knowing what Sarah wanted to eat or even what Scar would like, he knew Puck would eat what ever was placed in front of him like a hungry wolf. <br><br>After the delivery was made Martin moved to the back of his car pulling out the heavy picnic basket that Sarah has bought them for their many forays into the back country. Quickly placing the cloth over the table as he set the food containers out but still closed, as he sat the wine glasses out he saw Sarahs car pull up, followed closely by Scar. Standing Martin moved to hug his girlfriend <strong>” Hey honey I am so glad that grant is working out for you, but you must be famished. I have a surprise for us all. </strong> <br><br>Turning he excepted a hug from Scar <strong> Scar you picked an excellent home, for all of us and yes we beat Puck here and so will the winter if we are not careful. The man is going to be late to his own funeral. But come sit I have a surprise on the patio.</strong> Turning he reaches his hand out to Sarah <strong> I hope you like a bit of every thing, I wasnt sure if you would be in the mood for Indian, Mexican or sea food, so I ordered a bit of all of them. </strong> <br><br>Grinning as he walked them both into the patio area where he had set up the table and food. Putting on his best waiter voice he address both of them as he smooths his work suit a bit<strong> Please help your self ladies I ordered Naan, lamb with rice, Chicken tika, A fajita plate with extra grilled vegetables and both flour and corn tortillas and a ma-hi ma-hi with braised scallops skewers plus got both regular and diet soda's and a nice winter white if you both so choose. If it was just me and Sarah and I know what I would like for dinner but since we are all here I figured this would more appropriate.</strong>&nbsp; Grinning at his Joke Martin waited for the women to find their seats, as he quickly pulled them out for them before he took his own. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostWind</strong> on <strong>28-08-2018, 14:31:40</strong>
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				Finally shaking herself of the surprise of the house she wrapped her arms tight around him and burrowed into his chest. The warm afternoon's breeze swirled her knee length summer dress and unbound tress's as they tickled his face. "I can't believe we're actually doing this" she mumbled softly against him as she squeezed him tight before stretching up to brush her lips against his. The kiss would have lasted a tad longer but the sound of wheels grinding against the road brought her out of their private moment in time to see Scar coming at them with a giant grin on her face.<br><br>Even she had to admit Scar looked great, like really great without even trying, especially the way the sunlight struck her hair just seemed to make her glow. "Heya!" she called out wrapping the other woman back in a tight hug before letting her grab Marty. Standing there beside her car it all seemed surreal but here they were, well minus Puck, but then again that was just the way he was and they all excepted it. When they were finished her fingers threaded back into Marty's as he lead them towards the porch and waiting food. The rumbling of her coffee fed stomach was loud enough to hear and she blushed the faintest bit in embarrassment. "Oh babe...you are such a life saver, you have no idea"<br><br>Settiling smoothly into one of chairs he'd pulled out for her she'd brush his arm with the tips of his fingers as he went to help Scar with hers.Smoothing out the light fabric of her dress she watched Marty and Scar and felt not the slightest twinge of jealousy or fear. Instead something just felt right for her about this all. Some coworkers at the coffee shop she worked part time had pestered her for awhile. Saying how they'd seen those two out and about either with the group or more recently during the whole process of purchasing the house alone. And boy did that get the gossip mill working overtime. Question after question, implied&nbsp; improprieties and everything imaginable for a place that when it was slow would make knitting seem exhilarating and left only gossip for the teens and college kids to entertain themselves. Until finally she'd had to go to the manager, nothing specific but if he could please put a quash on things. As one could imagine that didn't go over too well with everyone and she doubted she'd be there much longer.<br><br>"I'm glad you got the morning off but you haven't been waiting out here all morning have you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>28-08-2018, 15:22:31</strong>
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				Martin smiled as she sat down, he quickly pulled Scars seat out for her as well, before he sat opposite Sarah <strong>” Well since about noon, the movers came this morning and packed the apartment up so I figured I would surprise you all, Plus I have a major surprise for you. </strong> As Martin speaks he pulls a long white envelope out of his suit and slides it across towards Sarah <strong> I will not take this back, this is how committed I am too us and this idea.</strong> <br><br>He smiled as he watched her eyes go from the envelope to him and back as he sipped on his beer as he waited for her response. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>29-08-2018, 06:39:06</strong>
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				The atmosphere was light and excited as the three approached the house. Martin was chattering about some fancy food he'd ordered the majority of which Scar ignored. She wasn't much of an eater and had no appetite with the anticipation of having to move everything into the house. No of everything he listed only the wine held appeal but even that Scar knew she should wait on. She felt bad as she saw everything laid out and with obvious for thought and care but it really just wasn't Scars thing. <br><br>If she felt uncomfortable before the sensation only grew. She smiled and waved away Martin's offered chair in favor of stretching out on the couch and letting the sun's heat sooth her body. She couldn't remember the last time she climbed so many stairs back to back like that and she was a little sore in places. She closed her eyes listening to the rise and fall of Sarah and Martin's voice. When he mentioned a surprise Scar cracked open an eye behind her sunglasses to watch Martin slide an envelope across the table.<br><br><em>What the fuck</em> Scar though rolling her eyes behind her glasses. She hella felt like a third wheel and wished Puck would hurry up but he obviously was held up with something at the moment. So at a lack of other ideas Scar pulled out her phone and did what she usually did, she took pictures. A selfie lying, her head on the arm of the couch, a sassy smile to match her wild hair and sunglasses. A shot of Sarah across from Martin that look on her face as she reacted to Martin's surprise, Martin's face as he watched her react. <br><br>Faces were a hobby for Scar, she made her living taking photos for wild things. Sometimes she felt more at home in the wild with them then other people. As a child they'd been fascinating but now she felt comfortable, she understood the wild things. Secretly she thought herself rather similar to them, guided by instinct more then rational. But people, they were complex. A face could say so much and yet so little all at once. She loved trying to capture those nuances of emotion. So rather then try to include herself in the moment Scar was content to for the moment stay back and memorialize the moment on film.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostWind</strong> on <strong>29-08-2018, 22:44:47</strong>
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				Looking to Marty curiously as he slid the envelope across to her, she took it slowly with a raised eyebrow at what it could possibly be about. Distracted by the seriousness of the moment she felt the sudden bite of the paper as she ripped underneath the glued flap and winced, her finger fleeing to the comfort of her lips as she suckled at the paper cut for a moment <em>"What's this about babe?"</em> she asked quietly as she pulled out the check. Soft green eyes widened severely at the amount written that only she could see, flashing quickly back to him and the check several times before she slipped it back in the torn envelope and slid it across the table back to him. <em>"Can we talk about this before bed?"</em> there was a bit of concern in her voice. Her hand would rest gently atop his across the table, squeezing faintly to hopefully ease the sting of her words. The offer was touching and her heart ached at the trust behind it but she just couldn't so easily accept something like that so easily. Not with a clear conscience and without talking it over beforehand.<br><br>From the corner of her eye she spotted Scar, ever the photographer doing what she did best, but she pretended not to notice in case Martin would get upset. She didn't have the willpower of Scar to hold off and gladly nibbled at the food he'd gotten them all, her stomach finally quieting its protests for the rest of the world as she sipped lightly at a bottle of water. The wine was most definitely in need at the end of the day but there was no way she'd get unpacked if they started relaxing that early. Even if the mover's were going to do all the heavy lifting she knew there was clothes to put away, decorations to sort out and most importantly she needed to re stack both of her 8ft bookshelves. That daunting task alone had taken her weeks at her last apartment. Thankfully this time she'd actually put them away in alphabetical order and labeled the boxes.<br><br>As she nibbled and chatted quietly with Marty she couldn't help but notice that Scar seemed a little out of sorts, she'd rise. Fingertips lightly brushing Martins shoulder as she wandered over the the couch. Smiling gently down at her best friend that was sucked into her phone and drowning out the world. She'd lean down and tap her lightly on the shoulder. <em>"Sit up for a sec?"</em> she'd ask, hoping to scoot onto the couch with her and have Scar's head on her lap to run her fingers through her hair, concerned and curious about how her day went and if everything was alright.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>01-09-2018, 03:39:06</strong>
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				Listening to her words Martins smile floundered but a moment at her request to speak to him about his gift. But as quickly as his smile left his face did he plastered it back on as his inner emotions began to question what he did wrong. <em> Had he moved to quickly, Puck always told him to hurry up and not weigh so many things. He just felt with Sarah that this was the right move. </em> as he answered her he tried to keep the disappointment and conflicting emotions out <strong> Of course honey, your right lets eat, also is your finger ok?</strong> Hoping his question about her finger would disaude any questions on his emotions he served himself a bit of the indian and a couple Scallop skewers while holding Sarahs hand hoping he had not messed up something great. <br><br>Draining his beer as he watched her eat as he picked at the Na'an on his, he quickly picked the envelope up and put it back in his jackets inner pocket. As he continued to make small talk with Sarah. <strong> I was thinking of ordering that day bed for the office, but I am not sure if the chrome or black one would match. I also was thinking after the move maybe we could take a couple days and hike the Sonora trail near Big Bear, maybe get a cabin.&nbsp; Or if Puck is up for it we can hit the Ren Faire at Novato, they are doing a Pirate weekend, what do you say you can wear that wench costume you where looking at online. </strong> As he talked he realized he was trying to be overly jovial as he couldn't place what the emotion in the air was he was feeling. <br><br>As Sarah rose and moved towards Scar he nodded to her as he got another beer from the small cooler as he stood up. <strong> Well ladies I am going to find out where the movers are and I am going to call Puck and see how long he is going to be or if he needs anything. Don't miss me too much</strong> as he talks Martin smiles at Sarah and Scar before he heads over to his wagon and pulls out his phone. <br><br>Calling the movers he finds their eta was over two hours due to a traffic jam, as he closes the phone his mind kept coming back to he screwed up, knowing he had to call Puck he just hoped his longest friend would be in the mind to help him understand, As he called Pucks number it went directly to voice mail, taking a deep breath he explained the situation to the machine (See PM)&nbsp; before hanging up as he lounged back in the plush cushion of the driver seat giving the women their time to talk.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-09-2018, 00:02:26</strong>
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				There are many things that can be said about Puck. Some of them are good; some bad; and most could be taken either which way. Let it never be said, though, that he does not make an entrance when he arrives on the scene.<br><br>His phone had been all abuzz while he biked home from the theatre, but he'd only had the occasional chance to read, and not respond; that would be reckless, after all... ahh, but the entrance. <br><br>The cherry red bike sped along the lanes, as he kept pace with cars; bicycles were less expensive, didn't cost gas, and while those might not be as big concerns now as they had been, he was still quite fond of biking everywhere. On a technical level, he did have a driver's license; he knew both how to drive a car, and even a motorcycle [according to him, his uncle was Hell's Angels, and had given him some good lessons when he was still learning]. But the bike... it was his baby, in its own way.<br><br>Also made him terribly late. But he does finally arrive, just as it seems like the mood is turning tense, and when he pulls into the parking area, he is riding the bike solely on its back wheel; the front wheel propped up into the air, as he carefully balanced it forward. And then... then it came. The damnably silly ring-a-ling-a-ling of the bell. "Lucy, I'm home!" He called out in a spot on Ricky Ricardo style accent. <br><br>There was the tiniest thud as the front wheel finally came down to earth, and he slowed the bike down, and pulled it off to the side. He did not just carelessly toss it to the side, as a child might; but rather hopped off it, and walked the bike a few more feet to set it against the side of the house. He'd find a more permanent location later, but for now, it was out of the way of the cars, and out of direct sight. <br><br>"Did anybody else feel like they passed through a Twilight Zone neighborhood on the way here? No? Hmm, might be me." Well, really, this whole thing is surreal. The past few months have had feeling more alive than he has in a good, long while; and the house... well, he had pretty much committed himself to maybe one day having his own studio apartment. Let's leave it at that. "Humblest apologies, but the crowd wanted an encore." Probably the hardest aspect of the relationship he had with Scar was how conflicting their schedules could be; she might disappear for weeks at a time, his work hours were... ill-defined at the best of times. Rehearsals could run late, or they could nail it on the first go and retire early. Some times they did small encore performances, for the delight of the crowd; some times they did so well, the troupe wanted to go out and celebrate, and some times, they just sort of scampered in all directions once everything had been cleaned up; and that entirely depended on the performance, the crowd... so many little 'X-factors'. <br><br>Using a bicycle, even if he was damn fast on it, also did not contribute to him getting to places on time. But here he was, in the flesh, with a broad grin, and a delightful sparkle of mischief in his eyes as he moved with all the silky feline grace of a jaguar, towards... mmm, food, hug, or kisses, which to go for first...<br><br>"Doc Martins!"&nbsp; He is silly. He has always been silly. He's got a few ways to refer to his pal Marty, most of which were pop cultural [like McFly, as in Marty McFly from Back to the Future], but some of which were more like... expensive clothing brands. He swooped upon the man, and gave him a brief hug, before moving towards the ladies. "And my favorite lion." Because she went by Scar, so you know... The Lion King.&nbsp; It was also a bit like a double entendre, too, if one thought about it just a little too hard. <br><br>And yeah, just like a bird, he's gonna swoop in on her, and give her a peck on the cheek. "I still need to find something suitably cozy but not too familiar for you." He said in consideration of Sarah. He still hadn't thought of good references for her. His tone is jovial though; in fact, every aspect about Puck is that he's the sort of person that can brighten up a place just by being there. He had that sort of warm fuzzy 'aura' around him.&nbsp; Maybe it was because he was so carefree, and honest; or, maybe it was as he often said, that he went everywhere with a song in his heart. Either way, it was the rare person who could outright ignore him, or be neutral for very long; a very much 'love him or hate him' sort, as he tended to make not just strong first impressions, but every impression tended to be so... larger than life. Or, at least, that was the intent; he wasn't on point a hundred percent of the time, and he did occasionally cross lines, though he never meant ill will by it. <br><br>He retreated to the relative safety of the food, and went about scooping up a little of this, and a little of that; in essence making himself a naan sandwich. Drink of choice was soda, as he felt the need for a little extra sugar and caffeine.&nbsp; Now he became quiet, seemingly focused on his food; but in truth, he was more attuning himself to how his tardiness and entrance was taken. Marty seemed a little distressed, but he also struck Puck as the type to be tightly wound up... and this was a huge change for all of them, not just himself. He imagined people were going through their own little storms of mixed emotions, and now was his time to hide behind food, and try to figure out who was where, especially after the 'wave' he just made. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>02-09-2018, 08:44:03</strong>
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				Scar was listening idly to Sarah and Martin though she'd tactfully stopped taking photos when whatever as going on took a more serious turn. Those two had something going on Scar did not want to be in the middle of. So she was scrolling, Insta was her favorite. She uploaded her selfie and a couple pics of the outside of the house. He plan was to get her good camera out of the jeep and take pics as everyone saw the house for the first time. Regardless of what Sarah an Martin were going through she was still excited. She knew there would be an adjustment period for all of them. If nothing else they all had to adjust to someone new and sometimes that took time. She didn't really know Martin all that well besides get togethers and a couple vacations but fate had brought them all together. Besides how could she dislike someone her best friend loved and was her boyfriends best friend? It would simply take them all time to adjust.<br><br>Scar was pretty deep into Instagram scrolling through and liking pics that she didn't notice Sarah until she was casting a shadow over her. Sarah asked her to sit up and Scar moved laying her head in Sarah's lap as she settled down. A smile curled her lips and she closed her eyes enjoying the soothing&nbsp; sensation. Sarah had always been that for her, her port in a storm. Reliable and steady, Sarah was one of the few constants on Scar's life. This was nothing new for them. It was just one of those things they'd done so long it would be weird not to. At the moment she guessed Sarah was concerned. That how she was, she took notice of people, their feelings and even more importantly she cared.<br><br>Martin probably feeling a bit of the same discomfort Scar had just moments before moved away from the pair saying he was going to call puck and for a moment Scar wondered if things would become weird. She hoped not. She loved Puck and Sarah and the thought that anything bad might happen was completely unacceptable. It was an easy enough conclusion to come to, she just needed to get to know Martin better. It would also give Sarah a chance to really get to know Puck, she wanted them to be friends in their own right not just because of the exterior attachments they have to each other. <br><br>Scars mind shifted back to Sarah, to slemder fingers running through her hair and the warmth of the sun on her skin. "I'm just tired and that felt private." Scar said her tone easy and relaxed even holding a bit of teasing at the end, answering the question she anticipated from her. Slipping her phone into her pocket she then lifted her glasses up her face and into her hairline pushing back her hair to look up at Sarah, "Everything is going to be great." She said smiling brightly like only she could.<br><br>As if on cue Scar heard the tinkling sound of Pucks's bike bell and she smiled even brighter, a look of excitement touching her features. She sat up to look around laughing lightly when she saw him doing the wheelie to even harder as he hailed everyone in his funny light hearted way of his. He commented on the neighborhood which caused Scar to roll her eyes wondering and recognized the familiar reason for his lateness. While she was away a lot he was busy on the day to day. Luckily when she was home she was free to do as she pleased for the majority of the time, and while she had many hobbies and things to keep her occupied she generally found time to see many of his performances and even a rehearsal or two. It helped on her side to be able to see how happy his job made him. There was nothing else like watching Puck preform.<br><br>She watched the lithe movements of his body as he went up and hugged his friend causing her to smile. Next he came toward the two of them, he created her with that silly nickname she'd grown quite fond of over this last year. "Hi love" she said in response as he kissed her cheek causing her to grin. He then greeted Sarah in his funny way before moving off to the food gathering together something to eat. <br><br>Now that everyone was here Scar was near vibrating with excitment wanting to show everyone the new place that while nice from the outside hid to Scars opinion an amazing backyard. "Hey Martin," she called smiling over at him, "Any word from the movers?" She asked wondering how long until they'd arrive with a wave of people trumping all over the place unloading boxes and furniture. She'd hoped to get to show everyone the place before they arrived. She also wanted to make sure their was space for them to unload all the boxes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostWind</strong> on <strong>02-09-2018, 19:51:33</strong>
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				Threading her fingers through her best friends hair was both soothing for Scar and selfishly for herself as well. She felt a bit awkward over everything that had just happened with Martin and she wasn't quite sure what to do about it until they got some quiet time to talk about it. As always her friend cut right to the heart of the matter, she swore it was like Scar could read her mind most days, for better or worse.<br><br>"Thank you, it'll all be fine, I just don't think I came across too clear. You know how bad I can be at trying to say something. But enough about me, we've got an absolutely gorgeous house that is out of this world. Now if only your boy could get here we can actually see it. Do you think he's lost or something?" <br><br>She didn't mind Puck, but admittedly she'd kept her distance a little. He was Marty's friend and Scar was head over heels for him and she was forever glad for it. But sometimes his boisterous personality was a bit overwhelming, never offensive just so full of energy out of nowhere that some nights never seemed to end. Absentmindedly she continued to play with Scars hair, twirling strands slowly around her fingers before sifting it free and scratching ever so lightly with her nails. The suns heat felt absolutely wonderful after being locked in that conference room all morning, half frozen from the air conditioning.<br><br>Lost in her thoughts she was surprised when Scar grinned and sat up so quickly she'd nearly loose a chunk of hair. As Sarah turned she'd see Pucks grand entrance on his bicycle and for a moment she was worried about him wiping out when he crossed from the road into their driveway. Not even a waver and then he was there jogging towards everyone like the whirlwind that he was. Starting to rise so she could give them some space, there wasn't time. He was there, a quick kiss for Scar and then he was away again rummaging through the food. Laughing softly she just shook her head, reaching out she'd squeeze Scar's shoulder and start walking towards Martin.<br><br>"Oh I'm sure you'll come up with something that I'll have to beg Marty to tell me where its from"<br><br>Speaking of Marty, she grabbed another one of his beers as she passed the table and popped it open heading towards him to try and make amends with a fresh offering. The soft heat of her hand rested lightly on his bicep, squeezing lightly as she regarded him with concern.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>04-09-2018, 01:55:15</strong>
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				Catching sight of his friend peddling in hot dogging as always Martin shakes his head sadly remembering the broken arm his friend received when he started trying this very same thing to begin with. As Puck parked his bike and walked towards him he smiled as he gave his friend a quick hug “ You know with us being so far we may want to look at that scooter idea again, also answer your phone man, had me worried.” Letting his friend go Martin drains the last of the beer he had taken from the table when he made his call. <br><br>As he turned to watch Puck kiss Scar he couldn't help but be a little envious of his friend, emotions and being boisterous always came so easy for him. No matter the setting, as he let himself get lost in his feeling he almost missed Scars question. Blinking a couple times he looked up at her as he moved back towards the patio “ They are estimating at least two hours they are stuck on the freeway, I told them take the surface roads with it being this time of day.” His voice a bit on edge from his fluxing emotions Martin breaths to center himself as he feels her hand on his bicep. <br><br>As he looked over at her he felt a pang of regret that he had sprung the surprise on her, but how was he to know she would have had such a negative response to it. Rejection was not something he did lightly, but he suppressed the emotion enough to not cause a scene. “ So shall we wait for the movers for the big reveal or what is the plan Scar?” <br><br>As he spoke he saw Puck making a Naan sandwich with the food and shook his head at his friend “ Puck you look like shaggy from Scooby doo when you do that, dude that is a dipping bread, I should have known a port-a sub for you” Chuckling towards his friend Martin placed his hand lightly over Sarah's as he waited to hear from Scar on what her plan was now that they where all together. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>04-09-2018, 02:59:26</strong>
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				Puck was all smiles, and easy going on the exterior. Especially where he had mentioned an encore, that means the show went over good tonight, which--at least for Marty and Scar--they'd know that means he's got what he calls a 'performer's high' going on. That was the best way he could describe it; a sort of lingering near-euphoria. Some performers could get burnt out, and for good reason; it was demanding work. But it was like every clap of a crowd would just stoke his flames brighter and hotter. "Love ya, love-ah!" He flashed another shining grin at Scar, making a little flirty clicking sound with his mouth as he did so. <br><br>Though, as he focuses on his food more, he does try to tone down his levels. The few times he's been around Sarah and too energetic, it seemed like she had been... maybe not bothered by it, but slightly uncomfortable, at the least. He's good at reading people; reading entire crowds, or individuals. "Ahh, come now, Marty. It's dangerous to text and drive." He said in a light, lilting tone. It's not chastisement, more a tease and an explanation. "All the signs say so. As if those aren't distracting themselves." He mused on that last part aloud, as he often did.<br><br>"Never worry about me, Marty. Crazy as a cat, and got nine lives like one, too." It was a running gag from childhood. Puck had a knack for cutting it so close on things, that he started jokingly saying that he had nine lives; with the occasional quip about how something might cost him a life, or when he was more of a downer--which, you'd think someone like him would never be down, but he can be--he'd be a bit more somber in affirming that he still 'had a few lives left'.<br><br>Not that anybody but Scar and Marty had ever had the chance to see that 'dark' side of him. The rest of the world always got the sunshine and rainbow treatment. "Shaggy was the best! Outside the box, my man. It's also pizza bread. Remember that time I made us flatbread pizzas?" Cue a college scene flashback. Naan bread, pizza sauce, pepperoni, cheese, throw it in the microwave for a few minutes... pretty damn good, when one considered how little time and effort went into it. <br><br>"More importantly, Love, can we paint our room in Mardi Gras colors?" The surprising thing, really, is that he doesn't make a reference to the old story The Masque of the Red Death, and suggest they paint each room a different color. If he wasn't fooling about, he was usually making obscure references like that. Of course, he did have his quieter moments, but right now, he's just... very enthusiastic about life.&nbsp; So many things to be thrilled over, and even nervous about. "Oh, and we have to check out the pool... I am part Merrow, you know." Most people would say mermaid or merman, Puck used Merrow as a nod to his Celtic roots.&nbsp; Not the first time he's alluded to being part 'something' or being a Merrow in particular, either. He might not get out into nature often, or go surfing, but he loved swimming. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>05-09-2018, 03:48:56</strong>
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				Hearing Martin's explanation about time Scar shrugged her thin shoulders and stood up shaking out her hair in the process, he asked her what the plan was and she gave a smile, " Well I'm not waiting" she said sounding playful, "I'm going to grab the keys," She said as she started to job the few feet to her jeep. Opening the passengers door with a bit of a squeal she pulled out her camera stepping it across her body by a long strap. It hang by her hip but slid easily up to the level if she wanted to shoot through the view finder but for casual pictures she generally just used the display that she could swivel to shoot from eye of waist level. For Scar her camera was near an extension of her body. It was rare that she didn't have at least her phone which she picked for its picture quality, wasn't near her. <br><br>With her camera in its familiar place resting on her right hip she also grabbed the minella envelope from the realtor that held the four copies of the key she'd asked for. Coming back Puck was making jokes about cats and nine lives and Martin was teasing him about his sandwich. In truth Scar was one for much similar fair, she didn't mind trying new things but much of her palette had been defined by long stretches of processed packaged foods. She ate like crap most of the time. Puck asked about painting their bedroom Marti Gras&nbsp; colors and Scar laughed brightly and image of a brightly painted room of purples and yellow and green. "Whatever you want love." She said playfully ruffling his hair as she sat next to him and opened the envelope pouring the keys onto the table with a few clicks.<br><br>He then mentioned the pool and Scar smiled even more anticipating showing it to him. "We will." She asnwered glancing at the paperwork that looked all in order to her before scooping up the keys and handing everyone their own copy. "Alright let's go in. It's four bedroom, three bath. I'm going to use one of the extra rooms for an office but you guys are welcome to the other, there are two masters one by the pool one by the bbq area." She rattled off her excitement showing as she all but skipped to the door hopping in place as she stood there. "So I'm going to go in first and close the door 'cause I wanna take pictures as everyone comes in, ok?" She asked without waiting for an answer as she unlocked the door and slide inside shutting the door behind her.<br><br>The first thing she noted was how cool it was in there, they must have turned on the air for her. The realtor had been very eager to impress. Walking about ten feet from the door Scar once more took in the white walls and clean decor of the place and smiled imagining it would be the perfect backdrop for them to create a plethora of amazing memories. To her mind things would be changing soon, marriage and kids and all that. Scar suspected that Sarah and Martin were getting pretty serious and while she knew she had to let her friend go this seemed like a percent way to make sure they didn't all drift apart with time. Letting her thoughts settle Scar adjusted the focus on her camera with the practiced ease of someone who'd done this a thousand times before aiming just in front of the door and then waited for the three of them to come in. She figured they would only be a few moments behind her, 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostWind</strong> on <strong>05-09-2018, 22:09:17</strong>
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				The reassuring touch of Marty's hand on hers as she stood by his side eased some of the ache and turmoil in her heart and head. Her fingers would squeeze him back as she watched Scar expertly fiddle with her camera. She'd seen several of hers over the years and they all just looked like something a crazy engineer had made just to confuse people and charge a ton of money for with so many options there was no way anyone could actually figure them out. <br><br>Somehow Scar had though and she took some amazing shots. The vibrant colors and sharp details she'd gotten from some of the worlds most dangerous places could make one feel as if they themselves were in the middle of it all. She never did tell her friend how much she worried whenever she went away on assignments one after another. Hopefully with a real home this meant she'd settle down a little or at least not take as many chances.<br><br>Stretching up she'd brush a soft kiss against Martins cheek and slip her arm more comfortably around his, hugging it against the soft swell of her breast as she leaned her weight lightly against him. The clatter of keys on the table drew her from her thoughts. When her friend dropped the cold key into their hands, grinning like a child on Christmas morning she found her concerns at least briefly, forgotten. It was infectious and she found herself beaming after her friend as she scampered into the house and promptly shut the door in all their faces. "I can't believe she just did that".<br><br>Laughing and shaking her head she'd turn the key slowly in her hand, looking up to the man of her dreams. How strange the world was and the path it had taken to bring them all hear. This was real, it was actually happening, stepping through that door was opening an entirely new chapter not just in her life but all of her friends. There would be no more arguing over whose place had the best air conditioning on the hot nights when they just wanted to veg and watch movies. <br><br>Her and Martin would be spending every night together, not that they pretty much didn't already at one of their apartments but now they'd have their space as a couple. Something she'd never trusted herself to do with someone before "we're actually doing this" she whispered against his arm. Gently nudging him to go before her as she took in the view of the front door she'd come home to every day now and took a sip of the fresh beer she'd gotten him but he didn't seem to want. She was going to desperately need some of that wine he'd mentioned later tonight that was for sure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>05-09-2018, 23:55:33</strong>
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				As Scar got up Martin placed the cool unopened beer on the table, as he watched her jog the&nbsp; distance to her car, Martin caught him self checking out Sarahs friends rear end. Mentally chiding himself for being such a guy he had to admit Puck had found a women almost as beautiful as he had. That she was his girlfriends friend didn't hurt either. <br><br>Martin had always wanted to be part of the in crowd surrounded by beautiful friends and well to do males, it is one of the major reasons he was where he was when he met Puck for the first time, Grinning at his own stupidity as his mind washed back to that night, who knew but the fates that it would lead him to be standing here. <br><br>As he felt Sarah's warm hands on him back then the soft yet firm press of her breast against his forearm Martin smiled slightly as he watched Scar pour the keys out on the table, lightly picking one up he looked at it. This simple object was what he had seen men ruin themselves to attain, the American dream was built on this very ideal and he was about to enter a place he could call his own, with a women who was devoted to him, a great friend who had stuck through it all with him and his rock who in time he hoped would become a friend. He looked at Sarah <strong>” Yes we are babe, the only question I have is are you ready?</strong> <br><br>As Scar shut the door in their faces Martin laughed at the almost Puck esq move <strong> I believe she wanted to get set up, But this gives me a moment to do this </strong> As he talks to Sarah he pulls a small shiny penny from his pocket and slips it onto the top of the door jam, before he slides his key into the lock of the door, and turns it as he opens the door, he turns and picks Sarah up as he steps backwards through the door way before turning to face Scar <strong>” Now we are in our home</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>06-09-2018, 14:50:13</strong>
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				"Woo, Mardi Gras room." He grinned enthusiastically. His eyes watched Scar as she headed off to get some stuff and things, and he was pretty quick to finish up his meal; he had been starving. "Ooh, a shiny." Is his response to getting the key. He took it, and happily added it to his keyring. Which, really, is more of a charm bracelet if one looked at it; there was a comedy and tragedy mask on it, a death mask, one actual key, and one of those mini-keys that usually went with a strongbox or the like. Plus, a key to the theater; everybody in his troupe had a copy.<br><br>Jingle-jangling the whole thing around, he stared at it with captivation; this new key. This new addition. "I can totally believe she did that.&nbsp; She's got a touch of the trickster in her." He responded to Sarah, still all smiles and lightness. He also gave his friend Martin a knowing look; during highschool, and college too, Puck was always the one who was with someone. Admittedly, none of his relationships had been that deep... some barely made it past the one month mark, but with Scar, things were different. It's not that Puck was a player or anything of the sort; a trickster, sure, but no cheater. He was just the sort of person who loved freely and openly.<br><br>Scar was, by far, the deepest relationship he had ever had in his life. And he hoped things would stay that way; which, as he thought about it, was sort of a new feeling for him. Stability. His life had practically been defined by a maelstrom of chaos, but now... gods, was he getting old or something? But no, no, he was sure this was a good thing.&nbsp; He could still remember a few of the first dates he'd gone out with Scar; how affectionate they could be, even in public, and how she made him feel. Warm and toasty; like a nice fire in Winter. <br><br>His almost-meditation occurs as he allows his friend Martin to cross the threshold, as it were, with his own beloved. He smiled at that, too. Not the trickster's grin, but just... happy that his friend had found someone that could take his time up in the best ways possible. In college, there must have been countless times that he tried to hook Marty up on blind dates, to try and find him his 'other half'... and then, he'd gone and found her on his own. It was good. <br><br>Any anxiety he might have held over the past few days about this change were washed away. After the two lovebirds had their moment, and when he felt it appropriate, he went up to the door, turned it, pushed it open... and came in throwing up the 'devil horns' with his left hand, the peace sign with his right, and the silliest grin he could muster up; eyes sparkling with delight. <br><br>After she got her photo, he'd scoot his way over to Scar, and give her at least a smooch on the forehead, if not a full-blown kiss on the lips. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>07-09-2018, 04:52:02</strong>
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				Scar took pictures of Martin and Sarah's romantic and France and again felt the urge to roll her eyes. The two of them could have been alone. Probably should have been with how hard Martin was trying to make everything special for Sarah. She didn't fault either of them, they were excited, they were moving in together for the first time, this was making it official for them. It was all shiny and new, they wanted to celebrate that. Scar couldn't fault them for that even if it ruined her image of a group activity.<br><br>Puck came in next doing silly pose and she laughed snapping some photos that were a bit off kilter the odd angle giving the photo a more authentic feel to he was. She laughed smiling as he came towards her. She dropped her camera to hang at her hip again as he came up to her and she closed the distance wrapping her arms around his neck as he kissed her on the forehead. "Like it?" She asked in a low tone only he could hear, suddenly worried it was too simple, too white. <br><br>After hearing his answer she turned her head to Sarah and Martin. "We're going to go check out the pool, If you guys want to come, or your bed rooms that way." She said pointing to a hall that first was the public bathroom then the second masters with bath attached and next their second bedroom. Sliding her hands down his chest to feather off just above waist line of his pants Scar took Pucks hand intertwining her fingers with his heading to the large glass doors that opened right into the back yard. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostWind</strong> on <strong>07-09-2018, 06:07:28</strong>
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				Squeaking softly as she suddenly found herself off her feet and spirited in through the doorway her soft laughter would fill the room without their furniture and decorations to absorb the sound. Slipping an arm around Martins neck she'd cling to him for support as she drew her legs up and looked around. "Scar!" she chastised her best friend, this place was out of this world. The place was absolutely huge and beautiful. The outside was only a faint glimpse at what was hidden behind the walls. Her old apartment would have easily fit in the living and dining rooms...and oh my god there was a fireplace! She was calling dibs in front of that with a good book and her favorite blanket come the rainy days no matter who in the house she'd have to wrestle.<br><br>Stealing a quick kiss from Martin she'd grin and swing her legs till he'd set her down. The bare floor on one of her feet made her look down in confusion, apparently she'd lost one of her shoes outside when she'd been stolen. Whatever, they had a house to explore. Kicking out of her other one she'd grab Martins hand and start after Scar and Puck, bare feet pattering on the wooden floor.<br><br>Catching a glimpse of what the backyard looked like between the two of them was enough to slow her pace in disbelief. There was absolutely no way they had a pool, hot tub and patio area like that. This was some place out of one of those goofy shows that showed how the rich folks lived. Between the people Martin and Scar knew they must have gotten a hell of a deal. For now the excitement of the moment kept her thoughts at bay but eventually she'd get back to figuring out how she was going to help afford all this.<br><br>That was after all what had spiked the drama so suddenly out front. She was very much aware that she was not nearly as well to do as her friends, well except maybe Puck. But that boy had lucks own touch she'd swear. Things just worked out for him and she was grateful, cause she just still couldn't believe that Scar and him were an item, more than an item actually. Just something in the way he was seemed to resonate with her friends wildness and yet calmed her. It was all very strange, and she didn't quite understand it, but all that mattered was they were both happy. <br><br>Squeezing Martins hand she'd spin around, tugging more hurriedly for him. "come on babe, lets go see it, maybe we can take a dip after everything is all settled in.?" soft eyes begging pleadingly. She hadn't been swimming in forever.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>07-09-2018, 10:04:40</strong>
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				As he sets her on the floor Martin quickly gives her a kiss, as he allows her to pull him towards the pool. “ Oh ok I was hoping to see our bed room but pool first” As he says bedroom he grins at her hoping she gets his message. As he allows Sarah to pull him towards the pool area Martin speaks up “ Hey Puck, until we get some house rules down no skinny dipping we don't need another Miss Fields incident” Chuckling as he ribs his friend over a childhood secret they shared. He wondered how Sarah would broach the subject of his gift to them, as he still needed to talk to Scar alone on what to do about expenses and how he could get a space to work from home every so often. <br><br>As his mind wondered he couldn't help but admit the home had appeal, he especially loved the back yard, it should be big enough for him to finally purchase a telescope and get back into star gazing. The kitchen looked spacious enough to actually be functional, at least he could still forward his Blue box dining service to here, but of course he would have to up the serving sizes to accommodate for the extra people. Plus he would have to find a way to break it to Sarah he had been having a small bit of help in fixing a few of the romantic dinners he had given her so far. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>07-09-2018, 19:06:05</strong>
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				He let out a soft trilling noise, reminiscent of a happy cat, as she closed the distance and embraced him.&nbsp; He wasn't a 'handsy' person, but he enjoyed physical closeness; intimate or just friendly. He was a bit like a teddy bear, in that regard. "The layout is lovely. We just need to grab some paint, and add that flair to give it life." He mused, always giving her an honest answer. "But hey, me and you are artistes, are we not?" In his mind, they did totally different things, but they were still artists. Her photography was entirely different from his performance; but at the end of the day, it's all art. <br><br>He nuzzled in by her neck, and gently nipped at her in a flirty, playful way. "Does the back have a wall? Can we skinny dip?" Of course it's Puck who's going to suggest that they skinny dip. He was very comfortable about such things. She leads him, and he gladly follows, a happy little hum burbling its way past his lips. It's not from any particular piece of music, or the like; it's just a happy sound. He makes it when he's happy. Has a nice, upbeat quality to it.<br><br>Although he doesn't show it outwardly, his mentality was actually very close in line with Sarah's; how did they afford this? This was like ten times the size of the dorm style rooms he's used to... and how was he going to hold up his end of things? He was a little self-conscious about how Scar was sort of his sugar mama. It was one of the major points of commonality he and Sarah seemed to have, with his practically-a-brother being her sugar daddy. Well, that's how he saw it, at least.<br><br>"Oh, fire place. So many ideas for that... but, but, but.. No skinny dipping?" Crestfallen. Devastated. Mortified. Shocked. Absolutely melodramatic! Marty had, of course, seen this coming from a mile away; it was just a question of 'when' would Puck suggest skinny dipping. It would have come up eventually. And it will undoubtedly come up again! "You wound me, sir, with such outrageous memories of our wayward youth!" Still, all smiles and fun. If he'd been bothered, he would not have used a High Victorian accent and such mannerisms to convey the hurt. It was all good.<br><br>When they were outside, and by the pool's edge, he laid down along the side, and stuck a hand in. "Alas, poor pool. I can not enjoy thy company." Still playing the 'shocked and wounded' bit of melodrama. It could get old fast, but admittedly, Puck wasn't like this every day. Once he's had his time to have fun and games, he'll settle down; and once he's adjusted to the new place, he'll be less bombastic. In fact, he probably warned Scar ahead of time, maybe a few days ago--in his joking, but serious way--that he could not be held accountable for any dramatics on 'Day Zero'. <br><br>He just had all this energy, though! And it had to go somewhere.&nbsp; If they could just harness his energy, they probably wouldn't have an electric bill! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>08-09-2018, 00:34:44</strong>
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				Being in Puck's arms felt like home. There was no one way to aptly describe the sense of soul deep peace she felt being with him. He nuzzled her neck, nipping her playfully and she hummed in pleasure, resisting the urge to arch into him like a cat in heat. Sarah knew Scar had a higher drive. She couldn't even count the number of anticsshe got into in high school that level headed Sarah got her through but it was unlikely Martin knew unless Puck was telling stories so for the moment she let tensions build and left Puck on a whole unmolested. He asked about skinny dipping and Martin called him on it before she could answer, even so she pressed close to whisper in his ear, "rules are made to be broken." She all but purred nipping his earlobe, her words in reference yo both skinny dipping and the fireplace. A part of her knew that living with Sarah and Martin should include some rules about decency and boundaries and such but she also had no intention of taming down her sex life. If anything the need to sneak around again just made the idea more fun. <br><br>Scar was thrilled, everyone seemed happy with the place and soon enough they would all make this house a home. If she'd known how Puck or Sarah felt she would have felt terrible. Scars relationship with money was an off handed one. She didn't like to struggle, hell no one did but if her job didn't make money, if she had to live in Africa in a village she probably would have. In truth Scar didn't know what to do with the money she was making and honestly wasn't all that involved with her finances. She lived rather simpky for the most part. She had a lawyer who handled all her accounts. He was a good guy, a contract lawyer shed hired the first time she'd been offered a job to help her understand her contracts. Now he handles most of the paper part of her business with her oversight. He handled her extensive copyrights, her contracts, and acted as her agent when she was out of the country.&nbsp; The idea to move in together had been on Scar's mind for a minute but with her Lawyer bugging her constantly that she needed to grow wealth and invest in something it seemed like good timing. Stocks weren't for Scar, she had no interest in it but a house grows in value but more importantly for her it afforded the opportunity to be with people she loved. She could do this for them, so she did. For her it was as simple and selfish as that. She wanted them all together, so she made it happen. <br><br>Outside Puck laid down to dip his hand into the water and made a joke about having to wait. Scars impulsive nature had her wanting yo strip down to her bikini and jump in but she knew Puck was right. Movers would be here soon enough and they would need to get to work. Plus there was still a whole house to explore. "When I saw this backyard I knew it was the one." She said smiling taking in again the landscaped area. There had been bigger houses. Hell she'd looked at a beach front property that was all curved lines and artistic architecture but not only had the price been intimidating at 7.5mill but it didn't blow her away. No what's really had until here. Here she could picture everyone happy. She could picture them BBQing in this backyard, could picture cooking in the kitchen, washing dishes together, watching movies, laying in front of the fire place. It just felt right to her. <br><br>"Wanna see something cool? " she asked the group. The house was shaped in an L around the backyard. The walls facing around the pool seemed to be mostly made up of large panes of glass, but two were covered by curtains at the moment. Closer to the hot tub was one set of glass doors and Scar pointed there first. "That's your bedroom, and that," She said pointing to another on the longer part of the L of the house and closer to the waterfall there was another glass door, "That's our." She said making eye contact with Puck, just smiling at him. She couldn't remember the last time she was so content. The two rooms were angled so even if the curtains were not drawn you couldn't see into one from the other but had a fantastic view of the pool. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostWind</strong> on <strong>08-09-2018, 12:47:09</strong>
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				Clinging to Martins hand as they wandered out onto the patio she grinned looking around. The tension seemed to have left everyone, getting caught up in the new potential and excitement of the moment and it calmed her. Watching Puck and Scar all over each other she'd role her eyes playfully up at Martin and rise up on her toes to steal a soft kiss herself. Knowing Scar she'd probably have to walk around with a cowbell around her neck to give that girl some warning to at least wrap up in a blanket or go sprinting down the hall.<br><br>Seeing an opportunity when Puck laid down to test the waters temperature she'd squeeze her boyfriends hand before letting go and wandering over to Scar to wrap her arms around her from behind. The soft warmth of her body molding to her back as she rested her chin on the other girls shoulder and pressed a faint kiss against the smooth skin of her cheek. "Thank you for this" she'd whisper privately, giving her a light squeeze. There was no way she ever would have had the courage to do something like this on her own. She played it too safe, worried about too many things and probably would have just stagnated with where she was in her life. This is exactly what she needed, giving her another soft peck she'd let her go and wander over towards the hot tub to dip her foot in, grinning at the temperature. "They even turned the hot tub on babe" which was good. After getting everything settled they'd all probably need it. Speaking of moving everything she made a quick mental note to dig out the dishes first when the movers arrived so everyone would have glasses to get some water.<br><br>Things with her and Martin had been going even better as the build up to the move had happened. Long conversations into the night about worries and concerns and his solutions to them helping to remind her that she could actually trust and rely on people. Looking back at everyone as Scar started explaining the bedroom situation she could see why her friend had run into the house to take their pictures. The moment so rich as to pull at the heart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>08-09-2018, 14:34:57</strong>
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				Returning the kiss Martin couldn't help but relish the feel of her soft lips against his, As he wished he would have contracted the movers sooner, then they could have been enjoying the hot water of the tub. This was going to be a large change for him, he had been on his own since leaving for college and here he was moving in not only with his best friend but also his girl but the women he was pretty sure was the perfect women for him. <br><br>As the topic of the bedrooms was brought up Martin chuckles, Scar you may want to make sure to put Puckles on the side of the bath room with that water fall there, I am not sure how much he told you about our junior camping trip but running water and him sleeping don't mix, Smiling at Puck he couldn't help ribbing him a little. Since the ladies had come into their lives they had not really hung out like they use to. <br><br>The weekly meet up at the bar, Martin coming by the theater to checks the books for um, check with investors making sure the company didn't hit any snags, If his friend wanted to act he was going to be able to act his heart out. Martin would make sure of it. <br><br>Watching Sarah snuggle up to Scar he couldn't help but smile as his mind ran from normal to dirty back to normal as he walked over and felt the water in the hot tub. <strong>“ Scar, did you ask about the list for the maintenance people, and does any one mind if I shift my maid service to here for once a week?” </strong><br><br>Having made sure to try and tick off the boxes on his group question list Martin sat down on the hot tub steps as he watched the others wondering how every one would handle the chaos of the coming
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>08-09-2018, 16:14:11</strong>
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				Mm!&nbsp; He loved the ear nibble... really, it was a nice, sensitive spot on him. And when she mentioned breaking rules, he answered her not with words, but with a quick wink of the eye, and an even larger-than-normal grin. That was his own way of agreeing without saying anything. <br><br>He splashed at the pool some more, before he stood back up, perking up at the idea of seeing something cool. Scar pointed out where their rooms were, and he bounced his happy self back to her side; actually, behind her, timing it so that just as Sarah left, he arrived to fill the gap behind her. Now it was his turn to nip at her earlobe, and whisper. "So when we get the bed in... we need to consecrate the room." It might sound weird, but Puck has always had this innuendo thing going on... consecrating a bed meant having sex on it. And it's probably good these two were paired up; his own <em>drive</em> was quite vigorous. <br><br>He eyed the hot tub when Sarah made mention of it, and he pondered for a moment; had he actually ever even been in a hot tub before in his entire life? If he had, he couldn't recall it. "You know, water's fun. It changes physics." Which may or may not be a hint that at some point, he totally wants to bang Scar in the hot tub, if for no other reason than because it sounds fun.He passed a glance towards Marty. "Bro-code violation!" He chuckled; there had been none. "Actually, these days, I like it as background noise." Some people ran a fan in their room practically all day or all night, exactly because they wanted a little background noise. Puck would be glad for the water... and there'd be no embarrassing accidents this time around. <br><br>And yeah, it was true. When they were all in the dating game, there had been stretches where he and Marty hadn't had the time to chill. Of course, Puck rolled with the punches, his schedule was in a constant state of flux. In a way, he supposed, they still were in the dating game; but now they would all have time to really get to know each other. <br><br>Marty mentioned his maid service, and he pondered a moment about Scar and Sarah alike in maid costumes.&nbsp; He hmm'd aloud, which was merely an indicator he was thinking about something intently; though it could easily be as something as simple, harmless, and PG as what to get for dinner, or absolutely naughty. The loud hmm-ing just meant he was thinking about something, with the only possible indicator being whatever provoked the 'hmm response'.<br><br>As far as the chaos that was on the horizon was? Puck would probably handle it best. His life was always in flux, and he had become very flexible because of it. It might break some people, but instead, it made him. Was it any wonder that his birthday came in Autumn, the 'season of change'? As a fun aside... his birthday is actually occupied by the same date as a very prominent holiday: Halloween, or Samhain, as he preferred calling it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>08-09-2018, 23:25:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/girls%20for%20rp/Screenshot_20180819-172443_Instagram_zps8tq5ie9y.jpg)</div> Though Puck in all his eccentricities decided to lay on the ground to test the water Scar wasn't left alone but for a moment. Sarah drifted away from Martin, bare foot and already looking at home Scar smiled as Sarah hugged her from behind leaning back into her friend as she kissed her on the cheek. The two girls had very few boundaries between the two of them. As kids they had been close long before sexuality played a major role in their lives. As early teens it had been Sarah, Scar had experimented sexually with. For Scar Sarah had been her first open mouthed kiss, the first pair of breasts she'd ever touch, the first woman she'd seen naked. It had been a short term thing with them, something teenage girls do to take the mystery out of things so boys weren't so intimidating, but for Scars part it meant there was very little she held back with Sarah. <br><br>Sarah thanked her, squeezing her lightly in a hug. Scar hummed lightly in pleasure "Indulging me is thanks enough." Scar responded turning her head to kiss Sarah's cheek after her second kiss Sarah bestowed on her. Sarah drifted away and not a moment later Puck was up taking her spot. The contrast between Sarah's soft curves pressed against her back to Pucks slender hard body was a direct contrast and for a moment she had a flash of an idea that was about as likely as flying was. <br><br>She cuddled into Pucks embrace smiling brightly. He nipped her earlobe as she had done to him just moments ago. She hummed in pleasure her eyes closing for just a moment savoring the sensation as he spoke fun little imaginings coming to life in her mind eye. Tilting her head back on his shoulder, bright blue eyes looked up at him, "For good luck, of course." She teased easily picking up on his joke, and for good meature rolling her hips just a little so anyone watching closely could discern she was rubbing her ass against his crotch. <br><br>Sarah directed everyone's attention to the hot tub Scar hadn't noticed was turned on till then and made a mental note to send the realtor a thank you basket. She'd really made sure the house was ready for them when they showed up. Puck made a comment about the water changing physics and she giggled her mind taking his statement to a dirty place with their bodies pressed so close. <br><br>She told everyone were their bed rooms were from the outside and Martin chuckled a little bit causing&nbsp; Puck to react. She figured it was some inside joke about the waterfall but the details were lost on Scar. She considered asking but in the big scene of things it didn't really matter. She was content and happy exactly as things were. There would be time later to tease him.<br><br>Martin the asked about maintenance and a maid service and Scars brain scrambled for details that had not been at the forefront of her mind a moment before. Puck hummed against her back. She knew him well enough to know that it meant he was considering something seriously at least for the moment and she wondered what it could be. "The realtor suggested a maid service but I turned her down figuring I'd talk to you about it actually since you had some experience on the matter." She said wrapping her arms over Puck's settling into him, content for the moment to be in his arms, especially since while she'd never say it out loud but Martin intimidated her a little.<br><br>Scar still felt like a child inside. Like a true millennial Scar was capable of adulting as she thought of it but she didn't really see herself as an adult despite the work, the money, or even the house. But Martin cut a figure like he was a master of his own universe and it intimidated her a little bit. "I'm sure everyone wants to talk money, get a clear picture what's going on. I thought tomorrow night over dinner once we've all settled in a bit we could discuss finances, any house rules," as she said this though Puck couldn't see if behind her as he was Sarah would recognize the gleam of mischief in her eyes that indicated she planned to follow very few rules. "Anything anyone can think up and just talk out any issues or thoughts anyone has. Sound good?" She asked hoping with the extra time she could get over the odd feeling that talking to Martin was like talking to a professor or boss or something. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostWind</strong> on <strong>10-09-2018, 06:17:35</strong>
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				Snuggling into Martins arms as he came over to investigate the hot tub with her she'd smile and sigh. Things were starting to feel right and she was actually relaxing as the reality of the moment was becoming more and more concrete. This wasn't just some dream she'd wake up in the morning too and need several cups of coffee and caffeine to wash away.<br><br>Catching Scar's eye as she continued to speak, she felt a moments worry as she regarded her friend and the mentioning of rules. Her version of rules and Scar's most definitely did not co-exist on the same plane of existence. That woman was a wild fire of chaos contained in a ring of gasoline when it came to living in the moment. Secretly a part of her was always jealous of her best friend for being able to live so care free and not consider the consequences. Despite having tried several times she just could never match that care free nature and had finally settled into being the slight buffer against the womans more wild ideas and impulses when she was around. <br><br>Though grudgingly she did have to give some credit to the fiery red head. The very man whose arms she was wrapped so protectively in was half that girls fault. The minx had given her so much grief over the giant sweater and yoga pant's she'd wanted to wear on her first date with Marty. That she finally was badgered into the tight silk dress she'd bought years ago to shut her best friend up on one of their random shopping adventures. He had been such a proper gentleman without any of the self grandiose airs that many of the guy's she'd tried to date in the past had. That he'd swept her off her feet, almost literally, despite her sometimes awkward nature and timidness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>11-09-2018, 23:36:16</strong>
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				As he took in the scene he pulled Sarah in to his chest, feeling her snuggle in close to him, as her frame shuddered from a sigh he smiled. The world was falling into place as he leaned down and kissed her softly on the forehead&nbsp; as he pulls his lips away he moves close to her ear and whispers“ <strong>You know I have a feeling I may see more of your friend then I bargain for if she is anything like Puck, with rules” </strong><br><br>They had talked about some of his adventures and their own personal time had not been with out certain adventures, but he never felt bringing friends into the mix was a good idea, sure Puck had invited him to cast parties that began to turn into more, but he had left before the wildness started. But he was with out adventure in his own right. As he heard Scars reply he nodded “ <strong>We can speak on that later, I will draw up some information</strong>” As the words slipped past his lips he mentally kicked himself as they where work words and the rule he had was try to leave the suit at the door. <br><br>As he looked at Puck he nodded seeing the gleam in his eye he knew after the movers where gone he would have to find a discrete way to remove himself and Sarah for a while. But he could handle that “ <strong>Hey hoof man, do you think a small man cave would be ok with the ladies, We could finally get that pac man machine we have been wanting</strong>.” Grinning he looked at the assembled group wandering what the future held but he knew it was starting to feel like home. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>12-09-2018, 00:55:25</strong>
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				"Aye, got to be gettin' the Irish luck in here, aye?" So, fun fact, Puck does in fact speak with a natural brogue; he's just trained himself out of using it, instead having a sort of very generic could-be-from-anywhere voice in his usual conversations. He was also very good at modulating his voice, imitating other people and the like; but every so often, he let the thick Irish accent out to play. Often to his amusement, and that of others, as, with most things, on the surface level, he did not seem to take anything seriously.<br><br>He felt her ass rubbing against him, and he casually wrapped a hand around her stomach, and held her close to him. Though, she knew it all too well; by all appearances, it would seem as if he was holding her against her will. All she had to do, though, was start to move, and he allowed her to. A subtle illusion, one of his many tricks. He whispered into her ear, quietly. <em>"All the positions, all the rooms?"</em> really, it's hard to know which of these two has the stronger libido. It's probably good that they're paired up. <br><br>He settled into a sort of nuzzling gesture, as if he were some big cat; some pet. Nuzzling her neck was meant to be a reassurance for her, as well as just a general sign of close affection. At least a few times, he's actually purred for her; and sounded exactly as one would imagine something like a leopard or a lynx doing, strong but happy, smooth and rhythmic. Some times, he would laugh and joke about how he might be a 'bear'--playing off the pronunciation of his name, Berich--but that he was secretly raised by cats, who taught him all sorts of mystical and magical things. Stories for amusement, of course; but Puck did have a lot of cat-like traits about him.<br><br>And much like his beloved lady, there was a bit of Puck... it could handle things seriously. A part of him that could balance a check book, and make ends meet; a part of him that let him be socially functioning in an acceptable way. But at his heart was something else; youth, playful innocence--no matter how base and carnal he may be at times--a touch of darkness to balance his light; and it made him a complex person to understand, and to accept. Another one of his favorite jokes was that for every physical mask he owned, he carried a metaphysical one... Scar and Martin would know this better than Sarah, simply because Sarah hasn't gotten to see any side of him besides his 'default' 'happy-go-lucky, kid in a candy store' vibe. <br><br>Also, let's be real. Puck, even going by this nom de guerre, was the consummate trickster, so he's probably fueling Scar's apparently carefree nature; indulging her, as he was very much the type to do just about anything at least once; twice if he was uncertain about it. "Putting off the setting of rules sounds like a good idea. We'll need the time to get things semi-functional. Though, the good news there is that I have a few days off; the rest of the crew are recovering, and we'll have to figure out what our next act will be. But that's all stuff I can handle with a few emails and phone calls. So yes. Set up house, then rules." Fun thing with Puck, and rules: he almost never breaks them, he just finds ways to 'creatively interpret' the rules. It's a bit like dealing with a lawyer, but typically a lot more amusing and exciting. <br><br>"I mean, man caves are a vital necessity. Though... I dunno man, I still say that Pinball is better than Pac Man." He flashed his friend a broad, ear-to-ear grin. For a brief moment, he thought back to childhood; the town they'd been born in, had one of those old school arcades that took quarters. Puck used to love Pinball, and the light-gun games. Probably still has a high score somewhere in that old arcade, still hanging on the screen: PUK. "I think I still have that 'no girls allowed' sign from middle school. It will establish the man-cave's perimeter." He says with a laugh. A joke, there was never such a sign. <br><br>Though it might sound like he and Marty had already made up their mind for the rest of the group, there is a subtle tension that Scar may notice in the way he holds her; that slight tightening of his muscles being a sign that he was a little worried; like maybe he was overstepping his boundary. He still saw this as 'her' place, after all, and didn't want to overstep. It would take him at least a few days to start thinking of this as their place, as some part of it somehow being 'his'. Part of him thought he might wake up in his old bed, this being all but his own midsummer's night's dream. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>12-09-2018, 06:14:04</strong>
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				"Mmm. As much as possible." Scar agreed enjoying the accent to his voice that did funny things to her insides, like make her want to jump him but then again, it didn't take much effort on his part, nor the other way around. To say they had a deathly sex life would be an understatement. He wrapped and arm around her waist, an illusion of control that caused the hint of a wicked grin to touch her lips. She was rather curious to see how long they'd be able to hold out since generally there were very few road blocks in the way. <br><br>He whispered in her ear, so low no one but her could hear. His breath tickled the little stray hairs and his lips just brushed the shell of her ear or perhaps that was her imagination but either way she felt a wave of heat roll over her skin as her arousal rooted itself within her. She hummed lightly in agreement, a deep sensual sound he would know intimately from her. It was a sound she often made when particularly aroused. <em>"and outside"</em> she breathed in response. <br><br>He nuzzled into her neck as&nbsp; she spoke and she smiled like there was no better way to be spending this moment then as she was. She arched her neck enjoying the sensation. He rejoined the conversation agreeing to postpone setting rules and then told them he'd have a couple days off. Scar squeaked in delight, kind of bouncing with excitement. She hadn't been sure how much help he'd get to be in unpacking and actually moving in, he had such an erratic schedule at times. She was pleased as punch that they'd really get to spend his time together. <br><br>Martin started talking about a man cave then and Scar listened to the two boys talk feeling the slight bit of tension in Pucks body and tried to figure out what might be going on in his head. Running her hand along his upper arm in a soothing gesture Scar smiled at Sarah raising an eye brow at her friend. A long standing clue that she was about to do something, " No girls allowed huh?" She teased her voice a little sassy, " guess we'll just see about that. Right Sarah?" She asked a little mischievous grin on her face. <br><br>It was then Scars phone, tucked into the back pocket of her denim short vibrated making her jump. Laughing she moved just enough from Puck to grab her phone and read the message, "looks like there was a break in traffic, the movers should be here soon." She said relaying the information the automated message had given her. "Maybe we should bring in the food, maybe have a look around if there's time before they show up." She said a dressing everyone to see if they had any other suggestions or input. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostWind</strong> on <strong>12-09-2018, 16:05:22</strong>
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				Listening to his whispered words her eyebrows would raise slightly and she'd nod, fighting back the giggle that shook her slightly as she glanced over at the other two who were practically grinding against one another like they were at a club. More than once her best friend had shown up late to lunch all mussed and flushed with a very contented look in her eye as she sat down. She never faulted her friend for those late arrivals, usually she'd get a text giving her a heads up and others, well she just caught on pretty quick that Pucks schedule was chaotic and odd to say the least. So they made the most of every minute. Which she couldn't fault her friend for what so ever. It was hard enough with Martin and his work running late at the most inconvenient times, she could relate.<br><br><br>When the boys started discussing this grand man cave of theirs she'd roll her eyes and start to shake her head. No way, this place wasn't going to turn into some kind of frat house full of pool tables, empty beer cans and gross recliners salvaged from the side of the road. She was just about to say as much until Scar caught her eye, making her bite her tongue. "That's ok Scar, I'm sure we'll find our own fun to have while the boys play their video games and eat hot pockets" Grinning back she'd look up at Marty, sticking her tongue out and stealing a quick hug before slipping free from his arms as Scar's phone went off.<br><br>"Could we check out the rest of the house before they get here and start dropping boxes everywhere? I can bring the food in when they get here so you guys can tell them where they need to put everything." She didn't have much to bring from her apartment, especially now that she and Marty were moving in together. He'd already had his own set of almost everything and it was in much better shape, some of it looking almost brand new. Which was way better than her Walmart specials and thrift shop finds. Just a lot of books and clothes that she'd bagged and boxed up. The rest she'd left behind at the apartment for the landlord to use if he needed to. She'd lived there for years and the elderly couple had always been sweet to her. Never raising the rent and understanding when her car broke down and she was late in paying. Now they could rent it out as furnished and make a little more and she hoped they did well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>13-09-2018, 15:13:25</strong>
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				Listening his friend banter, at him from the embrace of his women, He couldnt help but smile and chuckle. As Sarah looked up at him and presented her tongue Martin leaned down and delicately kissed It as he leaned in and whispered to her “ We may not be waiting for the bed if you keep being a naughty girl” straightening up he looked at Puck “ You know this back yard is almost big enough for a couple She Sheds what do you think?” <br><br>Having teased his friend enough he turns and heads towards the house, something he couldnt believe he was actually doing, purchasing a home even if it was only a fraction of it, and he was going to be doing it with the women of his dreams. As his phone buzzed in his pocket he turned as he heard Scars go off as well, as he turned he grinned at the three of them. <br><br>“ Scar I want to make a proposal to you, I love the house, I love Sarah and I love that you make my best friend so happy, I want to start now that we have a wall of us, does your camera have a timer function so we all can get into a shot that you can enhance and we will hang it on one wall of the front room as like our own wall of memories, What do you say?” <br><br>As he thought of it he motioned Sarah with his head towards their bedroom, as he mouthed the words to go there slowly as he gave her a mischievious smile. “ We have about thirty minutes lets check the rest of the house, shall we check out our bedrooms first then meet in the middle and then each couple checks the others bedroom out sound like an advenurous plan, Also is there a room I can set up for my commute office?”<br><br>As he speaks Martin looks at Puck and wonders what his friend had brought with him as he couldnt see pucks action figures coming to the same house as his comic book collection, the house did not look like it had that kind of shelf space, But when he left the apartment this morning every thing was packed, minus the new dishwasher and refrigerator he remembered how much of a pain it was to lug into the apartmetn he figured the next tentent would would appreciate the thoughfulness. <br><br>The big surprise was in the new bed he had ordered for him and Sarah, the plan was to try and keep in under wraps till it was put in once the movers arrived. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>14-09-2018, 01:27:47</strong>
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				<em>"So naughty. Might have to punish you later."</em> She had mentioned gettin' it on outside, and he was all for it--that comment earlier about water changing physics being a big hint about some ideas he had--but he didn't mind giving her a little spanking every now and again when she was 'naughty'. Of course, he was down for receiving spankings, too, if the mood struck her. Funny enough, odd sense of synchronicity; he practically said 'naughty' as the same time Martin was making a similar comment to Sarah. Even if neither of the couples could hear the other, it was just strange how things worked like that.<br><br>He enjoyed her warmth and closeness for a little longer, before her phone was drawing her attention. Like a veil, he unwrapped himself from around her, moving in tune with her body as she moved away from him; it was a bit like some impromptu dance, almost, the way they flowed together; as if Puck had somehow sensed exactly where she was going, how she was going, and why. He then sort of meandered around the backyard, as he had a bit too much energy in him for just standing still. <br><br>"Hey, Hot Pockets are decent when you're on the go." He playfully defended the frozen food item. Also, much like Sarah, Puck hadn't had too many things to bring for moving. A lot of his furniture had actually been second-hand, there was no point to a single bed when Scar undoubtedly had a much larger and comfier one... and down the list we go. Most of what Puck brought with him was a giant bookshelf, enough books to cover said shelf, covering an incredibly wide range of topics, the mask collection he'd built up over his life time... and what, maybe enough clothes that he necessarily had to do laundry every week? Most of his props, costumes, and other such things were kept in the theater, since it was troupe property. Also, he had a ton of those bobble heads of The Walking Dead characters. Like, if he'd actually kept the collection in mint condition and had never opened them, it might actually be worth a pretty penny; but he wasn't big in investing in objects like that. <br><br>Unlike Sarah who'd left behind her old furnishings, Puck, in preparation for the move, had put all his crumby stuff up on Freecycle; heck, a lot of things he's used over the years he got from there, or discount stores or the like. "A shed! Now, what would we put in the shed is the important question." He hmm'd, probably loud enough for every one of the three to hear him. "I mean, I guess I could put all my faces up in a shed. I certainly have enough of them." At a glance of the words, 'faces' might raise some eyebrows, but that's how he refers to his masks. Catch him in a philosophical mood, and he might start quipping about how everybody wears a mask, or go off on a tangent about Jungian psychology and Archetypal Figures. <br><br>"Le gasp! He wants more photos. Don't you know those infernal devices devour your soul, ser?" Admittedly, Puck had never been big on selfies, or being in photos in general; some might call him superstitious, and <em>many</em> in his career had superstitions, but it was more... he just didn't want to do it. He'd oblige, of course, he just never went out of his way; a very 'neutral' attitude, really. "Hmm, hmm, I want to put up a lil' door in the main hallway for the Wee Folk." Puck was very much into the old beliefs of the Celts, and had accumulated many books about their ancient history and their mythology over the years. "Or at least a pretty garden." Also, he may or may not start leaving berries or other small offerings out on the fireplace, because he now has an actual hearth to do that with. <br><br>Heck, his fascination with old history and mythology had boiled over and infected a few others in his troupe of actors, as they once compiled a play about Cu Chulainn (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/C%C3%BA_Chulainn), appropriately titled 'The Hound of Ulster', wherein Puck actually played the part of Ferdiad; Puck only occasionally got a leading role; and yet, while he dreamed of Hollywood, he always seemed content to be second fiddle to someone else. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>14-09-2018, 11:43:46</strong>
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				<em>Promise</em> Scar said with a grin that was down right sinful. When it came to kinks Scar had a varied taste, she like to both give and revive and she enjoyed quiet a few things. She was really one of those people who lived like variety was the spice of life. When her phone went off Puck and she moved almost in harmony so she could look at it. He moved away then and for a moment she felt a chill where his warm body had been pressed against her.<br><br>Sarah asked about exploring the house and Scar smiled, "Of course, the place came furnished but the movers will haul away anything we don't want, I already made arrangements." She said pulling out her hair and brushing it back from her face. Bantering some more about the man cave Scar nodded to Sarah in agreement. It was then Martin asked about a picture and Scar laughed,&nbsp; a light happy sound. He talked in a way that was grand and sweeping. If she was just a bit younger she probably would have teased him constantly but in a way it was endearing. <br><br>"Chill, I got this" she said flipping her hair over her shoulder. Puck then commented about the picture and Scar smirked, "Am I a soul eater then?" She asked her voice flirtatious and teasing as she walked over to the table and framed the shot. She knew he didn't like his picture being taken very much. She was a photographer, of course it had come up but she respected his opinion to not like them. Did stop her from taking them occasionally but she didn't ask him to pose for her. She didn't like those kind of pictures any way. No, he was like the Lions she stalked, in moments of unknown observation when they're the most natural. Her favorite were always from a bit away zoned in so he didn't know she was there. Her favorite came when she'd visited him backstage once during a performance. He hadn't known she was there yet and was talking to one of the other actors laughing. He was sweaty from the lights and his make up was a little smeared but he looked so happy, his eyes were so alive. It had been perfect, you can't plan moments like that.<br><br>So Scar framed the photo with Martin and Sarah and waved Puck over. There was a timer on her camera but it was linked to her phone too which she used to take bursts of them all moving to position. Taking photos silently while no one was aware. Puck asked about putting up a lil&nbsp; doors and a garden, Scar nodded a smile on her lips, "of course love." She said. She wasn't saying it to be nice, she wanted everyone to be happy here, a family. She wanted Sarah's books on the selves, Pucks masks on the walks, Martin's briefcase on the table and her rucksack in the entryway closet. She wanted it to be theirs so any changes they wanted to make she wanted them to do. Besides while she was still learning about it from Puck she found the Celtic mythology interesting and charming. <br><br>"Ok everyone smile" she said when everyone had gotten together. She smiled at the camera catching Pucks fingers with hers before moving and giving him a kiss on the cheek and then a quick half hug to Sarah, lopping her arm around ber waist from behind and sqeezing before gling to collect her camera. "Lets go explore" She said sounding excited. Whike Puck and Sarah might have thought she had a lot of stuff really Scar traveled pretty light in life. That why she had the money to buy this place. Her car was still the one her dad bought her and made her learn how to work on in high school. She didnt spend money on fancy clothes when she spent around two thirds of her life in the dirt. She didn't eat fancy most of the time and had no need to spend money on vacations because her work let her travel the world.&nbsp; She lavished money on her equipment but that was simply reinvesting and it showed. <br><br>Her old apartment had been a small furnished thing because she'd been working all the time and didn't want to live out of a hotel even though it would be cheaper as Bill her lawyer had often complained. But Scar liked having somewhere to come back to. Six months ago she'd pretty much moved everything of import to Pucks so it had been an easy thing to hand in the keys weeks ago when escrow had started, she'd been living with Puck by then anyway. She figured anything that needed replaced could be but she wasn't all that concerned about trivial things. You learn to appreciate the bigger picture when comfort is not something you always have access to. Scar loved her job, loved that perfect breath of a moment when the gaze of her prey makes eye contact with her through the lens but the rest of it; crappy food, sleeping bags in the dust, no water or bad water, dust in her hair, sticky sweaty skin, more dust. She really hated dust. As long as she had running water, a comfy place to sleep, a.c. and good food Scar was happy.<br><br>All but skipping Scar tugged Puck lightly by the fingers where she'd tangled hers with his back into the house to explore Martin and Sarah's master suit and the spare room that seemed destined to be the man cave before they explored the kitchen, public bath, then Puck and Scar's master suite and the small room that would be Scars office. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostWind</strong> on <strong>15-09-2018, 08:06:20</strong>
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				She was no stranger to suddenly being under the camera's attention as Marty's suggestion had barely left his mouth and Scar was in motion to quickly have everything set and established. Knowing that to move now would be to poke the proverbial Bear she held her ground and pulled Martin back into the frame as everyone crowded close and the warm press of bodies surrounded her. Scar's quick hug was eagerly returned as she faced the camera and couldn't help but grin at having everyone there in the moment, though only time would tell if one of the boys had managed to keep their composure long enough to not throw up a set of bunny ears or silly expressions. For their sake and safety she hoped they'd been good.<br><br>As everyone was suddenly released and Scar gathered up her camera she slipped back inside before anyone else could join her. Just for a moment to drink in the newness of it all and that it was indeed a reality. Spying her discarded shoe near the door she hurried over to pick it up out of the way, not only to clean up the clutter of it but the last thing she needed was one of the movers tripping over it and launching a television halfway across the room. Probably not the best way to spend their first night at the house by crawling around picking up pieces of glass or what not.<br><br>A tidal wave of commotion quickly rolled through the door as she turned and slipped back in with the group as Scar showed off the rest of the rooms in the house. Threading her fingers with Marty's as they walked she'd press up against him from behind when he'd pause to peer into this room or that, the heat of her slim arm wrapping around his midsection as she indulged her cuddly mood as best she could before the mover's arrived. It would be very interesting to see how the house changed once everyone could decorate with their little knick knacks and what not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>15-09-2018, 13:08:57</strong>
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				Here is my Post: As Scar showed off the house Martin watched his friend and scar walk from room to room as Scar gave the grand tour, he couldn't help but smile as she took his hand and pressed her self to him as he peeked into each room. As they came to the end of the tour Martin took Sarah's hand and led her to their master bed room and to the the bathroom, as she cleared the door he closed it and pulled her to him as he let the passion he had been feeling since she arrive loose, as he pulled her to him as he moved to press her against the door, kissing her with a passion he reserved for only their private times. <br><br>As he wondered how they would handle these times with two other people around, as Sarah and him had be come quite sexual at his apartment and now with the other two he wondered how they would experiement. <br><br>As he kissed her Martin couldn't help himself as he slowly ran his hand up her leg as he broke their kiss <strong>” I have been meaning to do that since I saw you in the drive way, but wasn't sure how your friend would feel about a man pawing at her friend like that. So have you decided yet which part of our new house you want to experiment in, I am thinking this bath room, the shower is big enough that three of us could shower and the bench is a nice touch, what do you think?”</strong> As he talks to her he lets his hands rub along her thigh and breast, as he holds her up on the door by his thigh muscles. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>16-09-2018, 20:28:56</strong>
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				Much like Scar, and probably one of the reasons why they're so compatible with each other, is that he was also not afraid of getting freaky in the bedroom. By his own admission, most people in the performing arts were 'kinky as hell', which was also a subtle nod to one of the thoughts he's espoused when he feels philosophical: that there can be no Hell, because there is no torture that a human wouldn't eventually fetishize.<br><br>Scar asked him if he thought she was a soul eater. Now it was his turn to flash her a grin so sinful that it had matched her tone. "I suppose we'll see, now won't we?" It might be thinly veiled, but the poetic quality of it might help obscure what he was saying. But there was some sexual commentary in there. Given his some times cat-like traits, comparing him to stalking a lion, and taking photos when he was in his natural environments made perfect sense; otherwise, you end up with goofball shenanigans. Admittedly, those could be fun.<br><br>And you know, it's funny. Puck had originally intended to be behind everyone, and do the rabbit ears that Sarah was worried over. But Scar yoinked one of his hands, and he decided to make the most of it, changing his plans in what must have been a half-second. His fingers laced with hers, and he wrapped his free arm around her stomach, pulling her close against him, and nipping at her earlobe, just as the picture is taken. Scandalous! But that's Puck for you; one would be hard pressed to find a freer spirit, though in his esteem, his beloved was kindred in that sense; free-spirited.&nbsp; <br><br>What part of his face does get caught on the camera, he just looks like the cat that got the cream. And in a lot of ways, he was. <br><br>The tour seemed to pass in the beating of a heart, the blink of an eye, and he saw his friend Marty dash off with his own gal. He immediately gave Scar a highly amused smile, and raised his eyebrows suggestively. "I think our friends are consecrating their room." His laugh is lilting, and ephemeral; almost ghost-like in how it was there for just a moment, before it trailed off. "All the rooms, all the positions, hmm, hmm, hmm!" He leaned in as if he was going to lock lips with her, but instead, he only teasingly pecked her on the cheek. <br><br>He then immediately went to the closest wall, and played at being trapped and helpless; but the sparkle in his eyes never do quite leave. "Oh no, I'm trapped with an incredibly alluring and highly sexual woman. Oh woe is me. Whatever shall be my fate?" Mostly, he was trying to gauge her mood... he had a pretty good idea that she was hot and ready to go, considering the earlier grinding, and how much they've been teasing each other; and he was definitely in the mood. But he wanted to see what she felt like doing; did she want to pounce upon him, and take control? Maybe do a little 'soul-sucking'? Or did she want to be the mouse that this cat played with?
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>17-09-2018, 06:33:03</strong>
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				The tour was fairly uneventful after the showstopper of a backyard. A lot of white walls with tasteful boring Ikea furniture. It was all nice just boring. It lacked them. That's part of what she wanted, an empty canvas everyone could add to. The tour ended where it began and suddenly Martin was leading Sarah away without a backwards word. Scar couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up out of her. He was going to take some getting used to. Her gaze then lofted to Pucks his own grin mirroring the happy bubbly feeling within her. He spoke and she laughed again a soft giggle this time, " Just couldn't wait I guess." She remarked though her tone was suggestive. "Leaves us the rest of the place to play in." She said nodding in agreement to his word, please that they were on the same page. <br><br>Tease of a man that he was, Scar closed her eyes for the kiss she'd been expecting only to receive a sweet little kiss on the cheek. It was nice but not quiet the mood she was feeling right at this second. He then immediately threw himself against the wall and played her helpless victim. She laughter then, but it wasn't her bright happy laughter, this was something dark and sensuous. "Well that depend on you doesn't it?" She asked her tone teasing as she joined him at the wall pinning his arms as if she was really holding him there while rubbing herself against him.<br><br>"Are you going to be a good prisoner?" she asked looking up at him with a sly alluring grin before claiming his lips with her own and kissing him before he had the time to respond. She slipped her tongue past his lips and tangled it with his in a dance that could be highly erotic in its own right. She gave a soft moan against his lips as she urged his hands higher and really rolled her body against him rubbing her hardened nipples against his chest in a way that sent little sparks of pleasure racing through her blood. One more short heated kiss and she was pulling back slightly humming in pleasure. Her hands slide down his arms to the elbow and unless he resisted he'd find his arms held out at his side's. She slide her hands up up the rest of his arms and down his chest taking her time as she keeled in front on him. Her hands slide down to his pants, agile fingers working on the button and in a moment they were undone. Scar tilted her head up then, a sinful look of delight alive on her face. "Don't move love, or I might have to punish you for being a bad prisoner." She said with wicked grin before sliding her hand into his pants and slowly teasing her fingers along the length of his cock.. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostWind</strong> on <strong>17-09-2018, 16:36:46</strong>
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				The corrugated door shook with the force of her body being forcibly pushed into it, enough to make her gasp in surprise at the sudden turn of events before his mouth sealed to hers and their tongues were dueling for superiority in the tight passionate confines their lips allowed. The firm warm muscle of his thigh trapping her to the door ground firmly against the quickly growing dampness of her panties. "Baby!" she moaned in surprise at at the need in him. No wonder he'd seemed so formal and restrained during the tour if this was all he'd been thinking about. She had to admit to herself now with his calloused hands wandering expertly along her delicate body that she wasn't thinking of much beyond the here and now.<br><br>At his suggestion of experimenting around the house she felt her pulse quicken, remembering all the new things she'd discovered in the comfort and confidence of his arms these past few months had been absolutely exhilarating and eye opening. Wait, what was that about 3 in the shower? Arching a slender brow she started putting together some of the side eye glances he'd been casting about during their tour and the way he'd tracked Scars slender figure as she darted this way and that around the house. Initially she'd assumed it was just to see what new feature she was showing off but it looked like he might have a bit of a thing for her too. Oddly enough though she didn't feel a growing wave of jealousy like she thought she would and probably should have. She knew all too well the allure that woman had and how helpless one could be. She almost felt sorry for Puck now that there weren't any witness's to keep what few restraints Scar had, in line.<br><br>Speaking of Puck, she couldn't help herself and tease Marty just the faintest bit. Reaching up, she'd slip the straps of her dress from both arms. The smooth nearly sheer silk barely whispering against her young skin, to fall haphazardly in a puddle around her waist, baring both her creamy mounds for his hungry gaze. The rooms chilled air making her bite her bottom lip as her nipples stiffened in the coolness before her small hands could gather them up. Pressing the swells together for his benefit before she lightly tweaked her nipples and gasped "mmm, I like the sounds of that, You and Puck all hot and lathered up in the shower, so much trouble a girl could get into with the likes of you two"
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>18-09-2018, 03:11:01</strong>
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				Oh my, if only he could hear Sarah's compliment. But truly, no one should feel bad for Puck being stuck with the lovely lioness that was Scar. They were practically meant for each other. <br><br>Her seductively dark laughter had him shivering in all the <em>right</em> ways. As she closed the distance, he doffed his hat, and tossed it across the room, to land wherever it may. He 'struggled' against her, but it was very playful in nature; just enough to make her work for it, but not truly wanting to slip free. Just being a little difficult, because it was more fun to have a little 'fight' in whoever was bottom at the time; that was his preference at least.<br><br>"I--" Undoubtedly, there was a witty retort just sitting on his lips, waiting to slip out; but instead, their lips finally truly found each other, and he kissed her with all the passion and enthusiasm that he put into his art form. her tongue was welcomed into his mouth, and if he wasn't hard before, then he sure as hell was now. His hands, and his body moved with hers in sync; hands and arms moving to where she seemed to want him posed, his body grinding into her as she rubbed against him.<br><br>She took her sweet time with him, but his pulse was already quickening. A pleasant little purr of a moan slipped from his lips as her fingers teased along his body; and his cock practically pops right out at her the moment she gets those pants down, like the damned thing was spring-loaded. He squirmed a little in excitement and anticipation, right up until she told him to be still. "Of course, Mistress". <br><br>Her fingers sent little static electricity like shocks of pleasure through him; come to think of it, with the play that'd been going on today, plus preparing for the big move, it's probably been at least a few days since they've gotten some time to get it on, which would explain all the sexual energy cycling between the two rambunctious twenty-somethings. "Hmm, so tempting to see what punishment you come up with <em>this</em> time." He teased, but for the time being, he was like putty in her hands; even better, because he seemed to understand and intuit what she wanted, what she was planning to do, and worked with her, instead of just being a pliable piece of... stuff. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>18-09-2018, 04:19:15</strong>
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				Puck had a way of bringing out the vixen in Scar. Maybe it was his lighthearted nature, able to turn anything into an amusement for the moment, maybe it was that she felt safe with him in the same way she did with Sarah, without reservation. Either way it meant she held near nothing back. In this moment she wanted Pucks pleasure but more then that she wanted him to feel like he was coming undone, a choking kind of need. A little denial never hurt anyone, and besides her own control wasn't so good that she could torture him very long. She just wanted it to be memorable. That when in years to come when the subject of the day they moved in here came up his cock would twitch with some of the erotic memories they make over the next few days. <br><br>She hummed softly in response to his words tracing the thick vein of his cock with the tip of her finger, "And with sure a delightful setting to put to use...who knows what I might come up with." She mused glancing up at him with a smile that implied she was about to get a big treat, "Don't move she said again this time in a sing song like voice. Her attention then shifted to what she was doing. Freeing his cock from his clothing and pulling down his pants a bit to give her easy access she leaned in and licked his balls, ignoring his hardened cock.<br><br>For a few moments she did this sucking his balls into her mouth letting him feel the wet heat of her mouth so close to where she imagined he wanted it. Pulling back her breath uneven with her own arousal Scar pull off the thin tank top she was wearing and untied her bikini leaving both in a&nbsp; pile a foot or two away. Taking off her top revealed high, rounded full beast with small pert nipples of soft pink that now were in tight little buds, hard as diamond. Scar leaned back and let Puck watch as she fondled her nipples moaning with the contact. This was no shy exhibition but a heated display. Pucks eyes on her were like gasoline to a match. She rolled her body showing no shame as she squeezed her breasts and pinch her nipples easing the ache there. <br><br>But it wasn't enough to tease him. Her mouth waters a bit with anticipation as she slowly leaned up and finally wrapped her fingers around his cock her palm slid down to the base holding him still. While her hair might have obstructed part of his view he'd feel the wet heat of her tongue licking the head of his cock, before sucking him into her mouth. She moaned as the smell and taste of him filled her senses. It had only been a couple days but obviously Scar was pretty spoiled because in that moment she felt like if she just pressed down on her do It a little bit she'd come undone.&nbsp; But now was not the time for that, now she wanted to make Puck squirm just a little bit before bringing him to completion. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>18-09-2018, 04:48:55</strong>
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				Indeed, absence made the heart grow fonder as they said... or, as the case may be now, absence may make certain things funner. His muscles loosened, and he went slack a bit as he was assaulted in the best way possible; first by her hands, and then visibly by her beautiful body. A body that, at some point tonight, he is going to cover every single square inch of in kisses... one of his favorite ways to torture her, actually, just kissing, and licking, and teasing, and being so mild and getting her just so worked up, that she either started begging for it, or just took what they both wanted by force. It was so much more fun than just rutting like dogs... though admittedly, they've probably had some quickies here and there, too. <br><br>His balls, and cock too, were already pretty damn hot; and while he was very meticulous about keeping himself clean, he did have that musky manly smell about him, probably from sweating under the lights of the stage. Her wetness, her mouth, it made him whimper at her; with longing and need. And yet, he whimpers, but he also truly does enjoy this tease; this buildup. The joke did have to come before the punch line, after all.<br><br>His eyes remained transfixed by her breasts; he is a self-admitted 'boob man', though he's also given Scar's butt plenty of attention, too, 'so it won't get jealous'. But oh, man, those tits of hers were just... "Mmmmmmm." Trying so hard to just be a good boy, and stand still, and not go after them; grab at them, and suckle on them. <br><br>He practically purred at her when he felt the contact of tongue on cockhead. She always did know where that little 'sweet spot' that felt so good was, too.&nbsp; It's a good thing he has a wall to keep him up, because otherwise he might just melt right here and now; the day had been so frenetic, so much energy, so many places, but--and this is probably ironic, because they tended to have high energy sex--it actually felt like he could relax, and slow down when he was with her, like this. <br><br>If she keeps up her ministrations, she will eventually receive a light tap-tap-tap on the head. It's her warning; the 'I'm going to cum if you don't stop'. Just so she's not surprised when he suddenly explodes, or in case she wanted to be cruel, or do something else. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>19-09-2018, 07:20:34</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Watching her movements He held her securely, knowing if she truly wanted to be let go she could get away, As she exposed herself to him he smiled remembering how timid she was such a short time ago, slowly he had shown her with him she could let her fantasies and desires shine through, like now he had but to kiss her and she knew he always enjoyed her magnificent breast, many a saturday he had ask her to wear only her panties while walking around his apartment. <br>As she fondled her nipples, he felt himself swell but he would deny himself for now, he had just gotten her alone and he wished to savior the moment for as long as he could, listening to her reply he wondered where this fantasy was coming from, he had simply remarked the shower was twice the size of his old apartments, but he could see where she was coming from. many of his ex's had fixated on Puck, his playful nature an exact opposite to his own. <br>"Oh so you fantasize about my friend and me in the shower together, kinky. very kinky but for you I would give it a go, but you sure you could handle it? but what do I get if you get that huh?&nbsp; As he grins at her daring her to reply he slowly runs his hands over her newly exposed skin as he slowly ran his hands over hers as he leaned in and slowly kissed her on the neck working his way from her earlobe to the junction of her clavicle before moving sides as he works his way up he grinds his groin against her</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostWind</strong> on <strong>19-09-2018, 18:05:13</strong>
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				Feeling his rough hands gliding across her mounds she'd quickly drop her hands to his shoulders and neck, threading her nails through his nape as his lips burned their trail across her body. The heat between her thighs kindling alive as his weight and presence pressed her possessively into the door. She was finding it hard to focus on his words over what his hands and mouth were doing but managed to whisper out a breathy "I'm sure we'll think of something baby" only half processing what he'd possibly agreed to. Those were conversations and thoughts for another time. Speaking of time they didn't have a whole lot of it until the movers arrived and if she let the man, he'd spend half the night on just her alone, and normally she'd have lovingly taken on that burden.<br><br>Instead with far more willpower than it should have taken she slipped her hands between them, feeling his firmness grinding against her hip and stomach, to twist, fumble and finally break free his button, fly and belt. After that it wasn't much work for her warm smooth fingers to disappear in the flap of his underwear and carefully extract that gorgeous cock of his. The feather light grip of her fingers danced smoothly up and down his rod, dragging the sensitive tip and underside against her inner wrist. Loving the feeling of his slippery pre smearing along her wrist letting her stroke faster while grinding down harder onto this thigh. The position was incredibly awkward but the thought of Scar and Puck in the house and the prospect of the movers ringing the door bell any second had her blood on fire.<br><br>"Mmm, baby, if you keep that up we're going to create quite the mess" she whispered in his ear as he climbed up the other side of her neck with his kisses. Her remaining free hand grabbed a solid handful of his hard muscular ass before slipping under his shirt to lightly drag her nails down his back as he ground and pumped back into her hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>19-09-2018, 18:42:36</strong>
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				Nipping her neck as she undid his pants and grabbed his cock in that familiar way of loving and fear it that she had, he could help but piston his hips into her warm grasp. As his hands slowly tugged at the diamond hard protrusions that where her nipples he slowly worked his way up to her ear lobes, as his breathing quickened. <strong> Then my love you had best tell me where you want me for the first time in our new house, and do beg me like the hot little librarian I know you are. </strong> <br><br>As he spoke to her he allowed one of his hands to slip down and under her gathered dress, as he felt her under wear tsking slightly he grabbed at the thin material as he pulled them to the side, as he drug his middle finger across her every dripping sex. <strong> Naughty girl I thought we established no underwear while we where together</strong> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>21-09-2018, 00:07:24</strong>
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				Scar all but purred with pleasure of having him in her mouth. She loved giving head. Her gaze was on him looking up catching glimpses of his face relaxed in pleasure. She lavished him with attention until she felt that tell tale tap on the head that was thier signal that he was about to come so she wouldn't be surprised. She pulled back then with a sound like she'd just finished a really refreshing glass of water.&nbsp; Smiling up at him she licked him from root to tip before standing up and in one motion sliding her denim jeans off to reveal the tiny bottoms to her bikini. It wasn't quite a thong but just flirted with being indecent. <br><br>"You've been such a good prisoner, I think you deserve a treat." She said curling her fingers at him, calling him to her from no more then a couple feet away, in essence freeing him from the wall if not thier little game. It would be no surprise to Puck that Scar liked to play with control when it came to sex. She had started out in control. She might be freeing him in the moment but that didn't mean she would decide to retake control at anytime she had the whim to. She liked being in control, hell she loved it, loved knowing she was the cause of someone else's pleasure, thier ecstasy, and there was nothing quite like denying someone that, even if only for a few brief moments. But as much as she liked the control she liked giving it away too, she liked a little rough handling, orgasm denial, she was pretty open to most of the normal stuff.<br><br>She smiled much like a cat that got the cream as she slide her hands up her body tempting him to her,&nbsp; she wanted now to feel his hands on her body, his breath on her skin. They probably had a few more stolen minutes before either Sarah and Martin returned or the movers showed up. Either way they didn't have a ton of time but enough to have a little more fun before the rest of the world demanded thier attention. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>21-09-2018, 00:31:52</strong>
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				Puck, as a lover, was usually the type who liked to drag things out; for him, having sex was as much an art form as his acting on the stage, or her photography. But some times, the world didn't give them an hour or three to fool around with, and to edge each other. Some times, a few minutes, a quickie as it was commonly known, was all that the world let them get away with. But that was enjoyable in its own way, too.<br><br>He was freed from her moment of dominance, and much like in a tug of war, he started to gain on her. He moved closer to her at the gesture she gave him. "I do enjoy treats." He moved to grab her by the wrists nudge her head to the side with his own, and bite down on the one little section that he knew was most sensitive to her; the bite would be followed by gentle suckling, and licking, and there's a good chance he'll leave a mark on her; he liked to leave hickeys on her. When he wasn't prepping for a performance, he also liked to wear such markings of carnal affection as well. <br><br>He held onto her hands as he played with her neck, but eventually broke away from said neck. Now, it was his turn to push her up against the nearest unoccupied wall, hands moving to play with her breasts; massaging, fondling, kneading, pinching at her hardened nipples, trying to draw out as much noise as he could from her; a lot of men, they were usually very visual creatures. Call him an audiophile, but he just loved to hear the arousal; the want, the need.<br><br>Even as he worked at her breasts, his cock slid back and forth along her pussy; maybe teasing her, maybe looking for that sweet, warm, wet opening... and Tab A does eventually find Slot A to slide into, and he buries himself in her. Calm for several moments, his breath hot and heavy on her neck as he continued to nibble and lick; he did not thrust into her, maybe intending to draw out a beg or a whimper, or just enjoying that feeling of being engulfed. But a few moments pass, and he almost reluctantly pulls free from her; completely sliding out of her, only to sheathe his thickness in her once more. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostWind</strong> on <strong>21-09-2018, 17:35:50</strong>
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				Crying out softly as his leg was quickly replaced by his fingers gliding along the slippery lips of her sex she'd whimper and give his rod a solid squeeze. Thankfully it provided the opportunity to get her feet under her and stand on something other than her tippy toes. Tilting her strawberry lip glossed mouth to capture his quickly she'd smirk and slip dexterously away. Her slender body twisting out of both his arms to quickly stroll across the bathroom floor to where the sink was. The floor tile was ice cold on her bare toes as she slipped her hands under the hem of her dress and slowly stepped out of her stretched and soaked panties, discarding them somewhere off to her right.<br><br>With more courage and confidence than she had before he came along she'd slowly lift herself up onto the counter, gasping at the equally as cold stone pressing to the pale curves of her now bare ass as she hiked her dress up around her waist and propped a heel on the counter. Her spread thighs revealing the honey drenched need aching between her thighs as she slowly dipped a finger into its wet young heat and gazed pointedly at the swollen flesh jutting out from his underwear.<br><br>"Please baby....come fuck me" she begged with lust glazed eyes, slipping a second finger into her tight folds and slowly pumping away. Her other hand bracing against the wall to keep her balance She never would have thought to do or act like this before. It wasn't until he came along and gently introduced her to the things he liked and found attractive and she had to admit that a part of her liked it. Liked giving in to how her body was feeling and wanting without having to try and be the proper friend, coworker or sweet girlfriend that most everyone was pressured into nowadays. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>22-09-2018, 02:44:24</strong>
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				Puck grabbed her wrist and Scar giggled, a bright sound that turned into a sultry moan of delight as he bit down on&nbsp; just that right spot on her neck just under her ear that made her purr with abject pleasure. She pressed herself against him shamelessly as he sucked and licked her sensitive flesh. There was no doubt the bite would leave a mark, Scar bruised like an over ripe peach but it never bothered her. If anything Scar liked wearing Pucks mark, almost as much as she enjoyed marking him. Seeing the marks in the mirror often made her horny in the days following. Perhaps it had something to do with feeling wanted but for Scar marks were a pretty big turn on. <br><br>It was a few moments were his attention was focused on that spot and wringing heated responses from her but soon enough he pressed her to the nearest wall and his hand went to her aching breasts. Scar ached her back against the wall closing her eyes. She groaned as he started massaging the tender flesh, moaning the loudest when he pinched the sensitive nubs. <br><br>All the while he tortured her, his cock sliding along the lips of her sex, so close to her aching need that it took everything in her from grabbing his shoulders and while using the wall as leverage tilt her hips just enough to get him to slide into her. Instead as he teased and tortured her breasts she opened his shirt and slide her hands over his chest. Finally he slide into her and she groaned panting softly. Holding on to his shoulders she was still, revealing in the feeling of him filling her so completely. They both held there for a moment savoring it before Puck moved pulling out of her completely leaving her feel empty for a split second before filling her again making her breasts bounce and her breath catch on a thick moan of pleasure the others were sure to hear. <br><br>Holding on to him Scar wrapped her legs around his waist making sure he could not pull too far away from her now. She got a little bossy sometimes. Leaning in she nipped his earlobe with her teeth, a sharp pain she soothed with the attentions of her tongue as her nails just bit into his shoulders. Her hips moved as she glided her pussy up and down his cock shuttering as the head of his cock hit a spot inside her that caused her to groan in need. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>22-09-2018, 03:15:40</strong>
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				Somebody, somewhere, once said that love was a battlefield; the little marks were in the days after, were symbols of pride! In the days after, it wasn't quite horniness that he felt when he saw the markings she left on him, but a certain sense of contentment; satisfaction.&nbsp; Echoes of her delightfully musical moaning, kicking around in his head.<br><br>His breathing, his heart rate increased as he felt a mixture of coolness and warmth. He murmured quietly, a sort of inaudible noise of approval; and then she let out that throaty, seemingly uncontrolled moan, and he can't stop himself from giggling a bit. "They'll hear you." He teased her, even as he did everything in his repertoire to prolong the noise. <br><br>His hot breath on her neck was almost ragged in his own delight, hard and uneven, as she nipped and used her nails to great effect. She could feel her shifting, wrapping around him, and it just drove him in; faster and harder. His own orgasm might be right around the corner, but he was intent on getting her to spasm first. His hands even moved from her breasts, to give her a bit more support by groping and kneading at her ass. "I wonder if we'll get to hear them." He panted out between breaths.<br><br>A humming hmm sounded in his throat; the sound of thoughts as hard as his pounding. 'Theater students', as he was often prone to saying, 'played hard, loved hard, and loved freely.' At least with his troupe, there was fact to that statement. Most of them were friends, casual lovers and changing partners... romantic scenes on the stage, often getting rave reviews, usually boiled over into some hot action once the curtains closed... though Puck's been ever loyal to her, much to the woe and lamentations of his kinky friends. <br><br>He was probably thinking of all the naughty things that he could do to help entice the other couple--whom he saw as a little more subdued, compared to these two firecrackers--into exploring the wild world of group sex that he's dipped his toes, and other parts besides, into in the past. "Mmm, mmm, fuuuck~" he inhaled sharply, usually not prone to outright swearing, except in the heat of the moment; and there was plenty of heat between the two, as the sheen of sweat on his body could attest to. "You know how long I've been waiting for this." A statement, not a question. She had to have been just as eager to 'uncork' as he called it, as he was. But if she had words, she'd find them cut off as he would be moving to lock lips, and practically deep throat her with his tongue. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>22-09-2018, 04:07:59</strong>
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				The laugh that met Pucks playful warning was lustful and desire laden, "I hope so." She purred. She'd be lying if she tried to say it didn't make her hot as hell the idea that Martin and Sarah could hear them. Hell the idea of them walking in, watching them was intoxicating. Scar had always been something of an exhibitionist but she'd always had a fantasy of being watched she'd never indulged in. The same was true of group sex but even with Puck who was familiar and comfortable with the subject she just hadn't been able to do it yet, something held her back.<br><br>He spoke again and she gave a soft moan at the thought. She wondered for a moment how Martin was in bed, was he as commanding as he was in regular life, and what about Sarah was she still shy and timid? With Martinher headed brain had only imagination to picture him naked but Sarah she had real images of bare breasts, flat stomach and long legs that flashed through her mind. She didn't even bother answering Puck pivoting her hips to really ride him panting as her orgasm edged closer tightening around her.<br><br>He cursed then a tell tale sign he was enjoying himself and caught up in the moment. She rarely heard him curse unless he was fucking her. Just hearing his voice forming the clipped word, the missed inflection had her tightening her sex around him. "Oh god" Scar groaned in responce her voice choked with need. Sex was the only time she acknowledged the idea of a higher power.&nbsp; Her nails bit into his shoulder deep enough to leave red welts as she got closer and closer, her body straining for release.&nbsp; He asked he if she knew how long he'd been waiting for this but before her clever tongue had a chance to respond he was missing her. His tongue filled her mouth and she sucked on it for a moment before her own started to rub and tangle with his own.<br><br>As the kissed one of her hands shifted to tangle into his hair holding his sweat slick body close to her own. She tightened her legs around him as she pumped her hips riding him hard into a crashing climate that had her ripping her mouth from his to cry put loudly as she clunge to him tightly. One hand fisted in his hair and the other dragged her nails down his back causing red lines to bloom in thier wake. The scratches would fade by the next day but for the next few hours they'd be bright and vivid. She didn't slow down though, if anything her hips sped up a touch riding the wave of her pleasure greedily as if she couldn't get enough. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>22-09-2018, 04:30:59</strong>
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				To his credit, Puck always respected Scar's limits. He might have brought it up once or twice before, seen or heard her hesitancy, and just left it as a sort of... open offer. When and if she was ready to take it, she would. He would put no pressure on her. He cared too deeply about her.<br><br>It was so hard to concentrate on holding his own orgasm back, as he felt the nails dig in deeper. He didn't consider himself much of a masochist, but nails on skin was just heavenly. Combined with her tightening, and just the angle, and the days they've gone without,&nbsp; it's no surprise that his hot, sticky seed was soon coating her insides; and there was plenty of it, too. He had always been quite virile. <br><br>Even as he came within her, he just kept working with her, each of them riding the other through their mutual orgasm. Some people might use the phrase 'post orgasm torture' to talk about over-stimulating a guy after he just came; Puck preferred to think of it as 'post orgasm treat', because hot damn, it made him all fuzzy-headed in the best way possible.<br><br>The red lines on his back would be something he would admired later on, when he got a chance to take a good look at himself in the mirror. "Pretty sure they heard us." Practically panting out the words, his eyes almost glazed in pleasure. "I bet if we listen, we can hear Marty givin' Sarah a spanking." Of course, Puck is the perv of the group. He wasn't quite sure about what those two got up to, though, and he was curious about what Sarah was into. <br><br>There's that sparkly eyed grin of his when he puts the idea out there. "You know," He paused for a moment to steady his breathing. "We should totally have a naked soak in the hot tub, once we're all moved in. All of us. What say, naughty minx?" He placed smooches all along her face, her neck, and her shoulders as he let her think about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>22-09-2018, 05:25:14</strong>
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				His own orgasm just fueled her own, like pouring jet fuel on a raging inferno. She groaned panting softly as very slowly the rest of the world came back into focus. She laughed a soft sound of sinful delight, between soft labored breaths, the laugh turned down right sinful as she strained her ears for any kind of sound from the pair. Vividly she imagined Martin bending her over his knee, lifting her pretty skirt to bare her ass, big hands fondling soft curves before drawing back his hand and spanking her. "Mmmm." She hummed softly her sex flexing at the images her lust fogged brain came up with. <br><br>He suggested something then that caused her to tilt her head to the side, not that he saw it kissing her as he was, though he might have felt it, in the play of muscles or shift of hair. For most the small tilt of one's head would be meaningless but for Scar it was a tell. On Scar that tilt of the head meant the normally impulsive and reckless girl was considering something very carefully. She'd literally spent less time making the decision to buy a house then she spent now. For a long moment she considered the risks but at the same time her heated, lust driven side fed her ideas, fantasies that she'd long denied.<br><br>What for her had felt like a long time had been just a moment before she nodded and smiled, "It's be nice it we could all be completely comfortable with eachother." She said a hint of something not so innocent in her eyes as she slide her hands down his chest. "Why don't you talk to Martin and I'll convince Sarah." She said humming softly as he kissed her shoulders. "Tomorrow after dinner? I want to kidnap Martin tomorrow get to know him a little and give you and Sarah a chance to bond." She said planning.&nbsp; She felt a warm flood of emotions then looking down at his bent head kissing her, feeling his hands still on her ass holding her up against the wall. She could feel that something big was about to happen, the way big animal senses earthquakes coming. But she trusted Puck with everything she had. She loved him and no matter what she trusted he would be there beside her through it all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>22-09-2018, 10:04:49</strong>
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				Watching her move across the bathroom, he watched her remove her soaked panties as she sat on the sink and spread her thighs he smiled as he watched her need rise as she let herself open to her bodies needs and wants.<br><br>As heard her he slowly started to move towards her as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt letting it fall to the floor behind him as he stopped at her panties as he unhooked the bunched shorts around his turgid cock, as they fell to the floor he stepped out of them as he picked up her panties.<br><br>The warm material in his hands caused his cock to twitch he knew her essence was on them, as he slowly walked towards her he put the wet crotch of her panties to his nose as he slowly walked to her "as my lady request but we will have to do something to keep from being discovered" <br><br>As he spoke, slowly rubbing his manhood along her silky outer lips he took one last long smell of her panties as he bore his gaze into her, he wadded them up as he placed them at her lips, having done this a couple times during there more adventurous play sessions.<br><br>As he drove himself into the fiery hole of her sex he groaned softly, as he fully seated himself against her pelvis. Knowing they could be surprised at any moment, he only gave her a moment before he quickly drove himself in and out of her as he build a rhythm he had found would bring her the most pleasure, as he moved his hands to hold her hips
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>22-09-2018, 12:27:52</strong>
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				"Mmmmm." He hummed right along with her, one of his hands still on her ass giving said body part an appreciative squeeze; their position, her against the wall, prevented him from giving her a spank.&nbsp; Spirits, he must have won some sort of love lottery to be with this woman. No shock it's the longest relationship he's been in. <br><br>Taking her gently into his arms, he'd lay her down on the bed, and settle onto it with her. He usually got snuggly after sex, and that's exactly what he planned on doing; pressing their bodies together, holding each other, nuzzling her like some sort of big cat. In comparison to what they just did, there was something almost child-like innocent about this; but anybody that knows Puck knows there is not an innocent bone in his body. <br><br>"Yeah, it really would, wouldn't it? Though, I have the feeling no matter how freaky they are... they just strike me as the kind to be more uncomfortable." Puck never thought of himself as an exhibionist, even though he's technically done it. But, he wasn't shamefast about his body, or others. He just had a sort of 'this shouldn't be a taboo' thing, and was mostly inspired by European cultures, with their naked public hot springs, nude beaches, and the like. He'd always wanted to go. Not even to gawk at all the pretty ladies that would undoubtedly be there; just because he felt so damn comfortable without any clothes on.<br><br>"So I figure, after we've had dinner and we've digested, nude hot tub. Hot water and the tub's magic to soothe aching muscles, and just keep everything PG-13 the first time around? Bring some cold drinks. I mean, once the clothes are off, nobody has anything to hide." He says with a chuckle, kissing her on the cheek. "Yeah. I'll pop the question to my bro, you pop it to your sis."&nbsp; They might not be actual blood relatives in any way, but Puck had 'adopted' Marty into his 'family'. As an Irishman, there was something oddly specific about this honor-bond. Namely, you hurt an Irishman's family, blood relatives or not, and not even the gods themselves could save you from a right good walloping. <br><br>In his heart, and in his mind, he imagined that Scar and Sarah had forged a similar bond, and he also imagined that if anybody ever hurt Sarah... well, he imagines Scar could probably break some legs, Mafia Style, with a Luisville slugger.&nbsp; He saw that connection the two women had, and respected it deeply; friends and friendships like that were one of the exceedingly few true treasures of the world. "Oh, you want me and Sarah to bond." He said with an impish laugh, an implication in there; though he likely doesn't mean it, and is more going for the comedy factor than anything else. "Oh, you know what would look good in here? A sex swing." Yup. Totally putting that idea out there. Maybe some hard points on their bed for some bondage... <br><br>"But yeah, I know. You and Marty still gotta get to learn more about each other. And I need to slip inside your friend's head and really get to meet her. It makes sense." Much more serious now. He did have his serious moments, after all. "He's not always scary, you know. I think he just does it when he's stressed, puts up the strong walls. I'm pretty sure he's slept in his office at least once in the past week, with how much work he does." <br><br>Puck also had his own reactions to stress: he wanted snuggles, of all things. Just holding, or being held, 'PG-13', as he called it [which for him, just means that there wasn't anything sexual about it]. Intimacy and passion came in many forms, some more 'adult' than others, and intimacy and passion are pretty much the foundation of who and what Puck was. Take either of those things away from him, and he'd be like a marionette whose strings had been cut. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostWind</strong> on <strong>22-09-2018, 13:18:23</strong>
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				Sitting on the cold counter, fingers slowly building the aching fire between her thighs to a driving need, she watched him approach. The subtle play of his muscles beneath his tan and toned skin that moved with a confidence and purpose that she'd instantly found attractive in his level of control and restraint. Her admiration of his body was distracted by the distinctive sound of someones moan that sneaked through the paper thin walls. Without a doubt that was Scar, and it seemed she was having her own bit of fun in the few stolen moments that everyone had. Though no surprise there, she was half impressed those two hadn't just started going at it on the back patio the way they were clubbing it up earlier.<br><br>The thud of Martins belt and shorts hitting the floor brought her back to the attentions of his gorgeously body as he brought her panties to her mouth. She could smell her fresh need on the cloth as she lightly took it from him with her teeth, tasting herself in the fabric before tossing them on top of the counter where they fell into the sink. Her playful gaze meeting his as she shook her head and spread her thighs wider. If her best friend and Puck weren't going to hide their fun then neither would she. In the time that she'd know Marty he'd shown her that it was alright to want sex and to actually enjoy herself, that it could be fun and fulfilling and not just some obligation for the other half of the relationship. As such she was finding herself growing more confident and less shy, well at least when he was around to help support her insecurities and be that steady rock when she'd venture a bit too far for comfort.<br><br>Reaching out with a soft hand she'd lightly stroke his chest, nails dragging along the smooth hard skin, grazing the hard flesh of his nipple as he worked his way between her thighs and helped guide her hips to the proper angle. Feeling the heat of his spear as it nestled against her soaking wet sex she'd whimper and wriggle teasingly, her gaze locking to his. "I love you babyyyyyeessssss!" Wet folds were suddenly sundered as he buried himself in her tight hot flesh and drove her bare ass back on the ice cold counter. She barely had time to catch her breath and process that she was fully impaled before his hips began driving into her repetitively, the hard wet slapping of flesh filling the room with her gasping cries that were sure to be none to quiet. His solid grip on her hips pulled her soft flesh into his every thrust. <br><br>Quickly she gave up trying to lock her ankles around his back, she just couldn't manage with the rigorousness of his fucking as he slammed into her again and again. Perhaps she'd teased a little too much but it was too late for that now as her pleasure quickly rose like a rolling tsunami that was threatening to rip away her every thought in its burning need. Grasping hands fumbled across the counter trying to find purchase, knocking the cheap plastic bottle of hand soap across the counter. Cold water suddenly filling the sink as she managed to grab onto the faucet and his tense shoulder for support just before the world exploded into a burst of fireworks that carried her sense of self away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>23-09-2018, 02:53:04</strong>
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				Feeling her tighten around him Marty lightens his rhythm as he drives into her he knows her wail of pleasure is more then heard by Puck and Scar through the wall of the bath. <br><br>Martin groans as he holds onto her as he keeps her safe as she goes threw her orgasm. As her shaking finally slows he looks at her as he continues to slowly piston his hot sex into her. "So I take it my little hidden sex kitten, enjoys being fucked in our bathroom like a common slut" As he talks to her he feels his cock swell at the dirty talk. <br><br>As he watches her, he knew his would more then anything have to wait, as he knew from the primal roar a few minutes ago. His buddy was quicker then he figured.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>24-09-2018, 08:05:26</strong>
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				Up until Puck Scar hadn't been much of a cuddler. She was affectionate, and touchy and was fine with short bursts but with guys it had always felt a little smothering. Maybe because they wanted to hold her more then she wanted to be held. But like so many other thinks and is so many other ways Puck was simply the exception. The first time had just happened naturally and now it was just a normal part of it for them to at least have a few quiet moments of after care just settled into each other arms.<br><br>Puck responded to her and she thought about shy Sarah growing up and nodded in agreement, "Reserved I thing. As if it was a private matter and should be treated as such." She said with a mock haunty tone giggling lightly before getting serious, "But really Sarah's brave." Scar said laying flat on her back for a moment creating just a little bit of space to let her heated skin breath. A nostalgic smile played on her face as she though of some of her adventures with Sarah, "Everyone thought I was brave growing up, jumping off the cliff into the water or getting on stage, asking some guy out whatever, but it never really scared me. But Sarah, she did all those same things with me and it scared her. People's opinions matter to Sarah, once she realizes she safe and your not going to judge her, she blooms like a flower. She's one of the best people I know." Scar said shifting to her side smiling as he expounded on his hot tub idea.<br><br>In its simplest form it would be nice with all the glass not to feel the need to shutter the windows all the time because Scar didn't like wearing a ton of clothing. While Puck had European ideology to thank for his views on nudity Scar had village living, where modesty is a luxury that one pays for. Scar wasn't exactly modest to begin with so the wests body shame was an easy enough thing to strip from her under the African sun.<br><br>He kissed her on the cheek and agree to her idea and she smiled wondering if she'd actually be successful. There were a lot of possible pitfalls but Scar could be pretty persuasive when she wanted to be. He teased her then about her wording and she rolled her eyes giggling softly. His remark about the sex swing turned her amused grin into something with a wicked edge and her eyes sparkled, "Your absolutely right love, maybe a four poster bed?" She remarked loving the idea of getting to buy goodies together. She'd yet to try a sex swing and was pretty happy with the idea of trying it out. <br><br>He got serious then talking about his friend and Scars listened giving a soft smile, "He seems pretty rigid but I'm hoping an afternoon together he'll realize I don't bite" she said pausing for a moment before shrugging in an off handed way, "at least without provication." She said with a grin. She cuddled back into Puck, his skin warm against her own and ran her fingers lightly through his hair and down his back. She'd come to really love these quiet times, where they were naked and vulnerable, nothing separating them. She could feel each breath, hear the beat of his heart when she laid her head on his chest. Now she knew with other guys she hadn't liked the intimacy because she hadn't been willing to give anything of herself away. She hadnt loved them. She loved Puck, laying in his arms didn't feel like being trapped, it felt like coming home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>24-09-2018, 12:40:14</strong>
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				Maybe it was the oxytocin high he got from it all. Skin on skin contact did produce a rather lovely drug in the body's own system. It was also a way to show that he did truly and deeply care about individuals, even when some times he could be vicious or otherwise upsetting with some of his comedicly intended commentary. <br><br>"Aye, bravery and fearlessness are two entirely different things. I like you for your own bravery, though. You are not afraid of being yourself. You're truthful. I like that. Most people deceive; the world, themselves. But not you, nor I." Which is probably funny coming from someone whose nom de guerre was the prototypical trickster. But the fact was, Puck never did lie. He just used the truth in a creative way, and it wasn't his fault if people made bad assumptions! <br><br>But Scar had proven herself to get it. "I don't think I've ever been afraid before. Probably the Irish in me. Three things scare an Irishman: The Wee Folk, the pub running out of whiskey, and of course, an Irish Woman." He said with a laugh. It's perhaps especially funny because Puck wasn't the sort to drink. He might have an occasional celebratory toast with his troupe, but nine times out of ten, soda, coffee, and tea were as exciting as he got. In truth, for all his apparent freedom, there was one thing that terrified him: losing control of himself.<br><br>That he allows Scar to have moments of controlling him, of being on top metaphorically or literally, showed just how much he trusted her. "Mmmm, four poster bed. Will it come with hard points for bondage, or do we have to add those ourselves?" He pondered aloud, his grin turning downright devilish. "I volunteer to be tied up and sacrificed first." He smooched her on the forehead, then stroked her hair affectionately. "We'll get you a sexy cop uniform, and you can handcuff me, and <em>interrogate</em> me." Always with the crazy ideas. At least she'd never have to worry about a boring sex life! <br><br>Also, much like Scar, Puck really wasn't one for wearing clothes when he didn't need to. Like, boxers and socks was his default. Maybe throw a flannel on if it was chilly. Actual clothes were only for outside the house. Or, you know, when guests come over.<br><br>When she touches him, if she happens to run a hand over any of the red streaks she left on him, his breath catches in his throat in a sort of delighted way; like a suppressed moan. And going right back, full circle, to the cuddling: she reciprocated with him. That made him feel accepted, which is probably why she is the longest relationship he's ever had: most people couldn't or wouldn't truly accept him. <br><br>A dream girl in a dream home; he makes it a point to let her see him pinch himself, just to make sure this wasn't... "I guess this isn't a mid summer's night's dream." Cue the cheeky grin. "But it sure does feel that way, aye?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostWind</strong> on <strong>25-09-2018, 09:18:48</strong>
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				Slowly from the depths of darkness she clawed herself back to the waking world, not understanding for a moment why everything kept shifting in and out of focus until she finally realized her lover still moved within her. The shuddering after waves rippling after every stroke sending her taught body trembling as she sat there weakly and sought out his gaze. The nails of her fingers having bitten hard into his shoulder finally released as she braced herself from behind before she was bounced off the mirror. With his rigorous pace slowed somewhat she was able to weakly cross her ankles behind him, her heels hitching on the hard muscle of his ass.<br><br>The flat taught flesh of her stomach tensed as she sat upright and managed to wrap her arms around his neck before sealing his mouth with hers. Hot passion dueled with his tongue as she gasped and groaned with his every plunge into the wet folds between her thighs. Supported by his waist and arms, she'd bounce with him as best she could, the counters height being just awkward enough that the cold stone slapped against her ass with every downward bounce, soothing against the burning sting when she was lifted free.<br><br>Fuck the world and everything in it right now, let the movers show up, let Scar and Puck walk in, hell let even the Realtor show up with a piece of paper that wasn't quite signed right. Nothing else mattered more than the man in her arms and the way her heated flesh molded to his. The soft mounds of her breasts pressed tightly against his own, dragging her hard aching nipples across the hard angles of his pecs. Regretfully tearing her mouth away from his, she'd nibble her way to his earlobe and drag it lightly through her teeth before soothing it with soft strokes of her little pink tongue. Her gasping whisper begging for him "cum for me baby, cum for your little slut"
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>25-09-2018, 09:44:06</strong>
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				Feeling her convulsions slow, he continued to keep his pace steady as he felt her sinewy legs wrap themselves around his hips, locking together at the small of his back.<br><br>He loved how she clung to him like he was a rock in a stormy sea, as he continued to churn himself in her bathing in not only her glow but the warmth of her, as his body enveloped the love that he shared with her.<br><br>As she moved on him her hard nipples rubbing across his chest lightly plucking at the hairs as he felt her body shift changing the angle to a shallow more contact penetration, as the change increased the pleasure he heard his breath become more horse, as he pulled back from her enpassioned kiss&nbsp; as he found himself unable to back up, he heard her words husky and needing as he gritted control.<br><br>He leaned towards her "Ok but my little cum dump may want to finish in her dirty little mouth, her toy is not sleeved." Hoping she gets the hint unless she was telling him something they had yet to do, he tried to hold off his need for release for a few moments more
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostWind</strong> on <strong>25-09-2018, 10:01:17</strong>
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				Whimpering at the choices and decisions to be made when all her body craved was his, she shook her head, long silken strands dancing freely about her bare shoulders and tits as she continued to bounce on his rigid rod. "I...don't care baby...wherever, mmmm yessss, wherever you want". There wasn't much thinking left that she was able to do as she shuddered and shook. The wet heat between her thighs turning molten again as she clung tightly to him. Her pearly white teeth sank harder than she intended into the thick muscle of his shoulder as she sought to stifle the scream that rumbled through his flesh. <br><br>Though it was most definitely too late for their passion to not have been heard, though she'd fail to remember that considering how distracted she had been at that moment. In the background the water still ran from the faucet providing a soothing backdrop the sounds of wet horny flesh slapping obscenely together in their union.<br><br>Exhausted muscles slackened, clinging weakly to him as she panted for her breath against his shoulder. Unable to keep up the rigors of the pace and position any longer. She could only cuddle there limply against him as he used her body how he needed for his pleasure and release. It took all she had to keep her grip from slipping and falling back onto the counter or ending up on the floor in a limp pile of freshly fucked woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>25-09-2018, 10:13:04</strong>
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				Hearing her words as she began to buck again he gritted his teeth as he felt her teeth sink into his muscled shoulder, as he held her slowing his pace. As she cuddled to him, he picked her up and held her under the ass to move her away from the sink as he gently let himself fall from her scorching opening as he laid her on the floor of the bathroom.<br><br>As he did he slowly reached over and took his pants folding them into a makeshift pillow and slipping it under her head, as he cuddled her to his side, making sure she was supported through the aftercare she had shone to need after her orgasmic flashes.<br><br>As he stretched beside her he felt his turgid flesh become flaccid as he smiled knowing her had brought her pleasure twice, and he could always find release later once the furniture had arrived, he wondered how she would react to his new bed, but flashes of what puck and her friends reactions would be made his face grow bigger even still.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>26-09-2018, 00:25:02</strong>
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				Pucks response to calling Sarah brave was to say she like him was too because they were true to themselves. Scar shrugged to this, a semi dismissive gesture, " Don't know how to be anyone else." Which for her was pretty true. Scar had been pretty blessed in the fact that she'd never let herself be pushed into situations where she might have to pretend to be anyone else for anything more then a laugh. She'd always been accepted by Sarah and that friendship had let her not be afraid when another kid didn't like something about her, because Sarah did and her opinion mattered more. <br><br>He talked about his fearless nature and she grinned trying to picture him as a young boy. God he must have been a nightmare. The convo turned to sex and decorating and Scar gave a soft giggle as he asked about bondage. "I was thinking one of those ones with the tall posts so I could cuff you to it lying down or standing." She said with a hint of a smirk that only grew as he talked about the cop uniform. "Mmm I like that idea. Sarah and I might need to go shopping for lingerie together soon." She said and her nails just lightly grazed one of the welts on his back. His breath caught and Scar hummed softly in pleasure kissing his neck softly. <br><br>He pinched himself then and she laughed as he spoke, " Mmm if that's were true my love we would not still need to unpack." She said a teasing note in her voice nipping his earlobe just because she could before sitting up. The sunlight bathed her skin in golden light as she stretched her arms above her head to ease some of the tension in her body. Her hair was a red halo of mused curls around her face and within moments she was tying it back and out of the way. It had been a long day already and it still was not over yet. It was too tempting to crawl back into his arms and stay there, maybe even take a nap but there was still too much to do. <br><br>She was about to nudge him along when the sound of Sarah's moans filtered through the wall, "get it girl" scar laughed a bright happy sound. She was happy for her friend, she knew Sarah's love life like her own hadn't always been roses and chocolates. Scar had been afraid Sarah would end up settle because of how reserved she could be at times. Scar couldn't be happier her friend seems to really like this guy and he cared about her in turn. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>26-09-2018, 15:28:14</strong>
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				"Could always lend you one of my masks for a day. Maybe one of the Dia De Muertos ones? I think <em>sugar skull</em> would look good on you." Puck was his own special kind of special. He knew how to be other people; his acting could be very Heath Ledger-esque when he was rehearsing and preparing himself for his roles on the stage. <br><br>"Mmmph~" She touched one of the sensitive lines of red, and he shuddered, made an almost mewling sound as he suppressed it, and nuzzled against her. "Ooh." His eyes light up when she mentioned lingerie shopping. "That's a surprise I'll be looking forward to seeing. Maybe get some pasties, too, with smiley faces on them?" He suggested with a giggle. <br><br>The earlobe nip practically had him hard again. Practically all along his neck, and his earlobes, they were really sensitive spots; spots she probably knows all too well. And oh yes... he definitely hears the others. "I think they've consecrated their room." He says with a lilting laugh, as ephemeral and ethereal as the wind itself. He sighed with exaggerated reluctance as Scar stretched and starting getting herself together.<br><br>He followed suit, but was a bit more lackadaisical about it. "Pocket brush? Pocket brush." He murmurs to himself as he pulls out a small brush from one of his many pockets, and carefully neatens out his hair. "Hat?" He queries the very air around him as he goes to reclaim the hat he had previously tossed across the room, and spent entirely too many seconds getting it to have just the right sort of jaunty angle that contributed to his own sense of style. "Hat."<br><br>He smooths out his clothes, and if anybody's ever heard the phrase 'dude cleans up good', well, it definitely applies to him. AC had done wonders for chilling him and getting rid of the sweat, and even if he had seemed to be almost lazy with how he redressed, he comes out looking just about as good as he came in. Theater Magic, he's called it. Occasionally, he also called it Hollywood Magic. "Aww, you tied up your hair. Now you don't have sex hair." He pouts at her melodramatically; this was not an issue. He was just playing around. <br><br>He hmm'd softly, then took in a deep breath through the nose, and exhaled it gently through his mouth. "Are we pretending nothing happened? Or is teasing and hinting okay?" He was pretty sure about where on that black and white spectrum Scar was, and Marty too, but Sarah was sort of the X-factor here; so of course, he goes to Scar's judgment. Puck, of course, loves to be playful, incorrigible at times, but even when he projected that air of not-quite-giving-a-damn, he actually did care. He didn't want day zero--that's how he saw this--to end up burning because he spoke errant words.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostWind</strong> on <strong>28-09-2018, 15:05:57</strong>
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				Cradled in the warmth of his arms she'd sigh and snuggle back against his naked flesh, the solid presence of him soothing as she slowly gathered her thoughts and wriggled her way deeper into the solid heat of him pressed against her. With a contented smile she'd turn her head, soft kiss swollen lips lightly grazing his as she wriggled the swell of her ass back against his crotch only to find him growing limp. A part of her felt selfish for being so sated while he had seemed to have given up. Turning slowly in his arms, she'd resist the urge to hiss when her calf brushed the cold tile floor until she could lay on her side, propping her head up with a silk curtain of sex mussed hair spilling across the floor and her arm. "Everything ok baby?" she'd ask softly, reaching out to lightly brush his cheek with her finger pads before squeezing his shoulder. <br><br>Concern etched deeply into her youthful features as she regarded the way his eyes flickered and moved, seeking some subtle underlying message he might not so blatantly share. "What's wrong?" that small part of her that she couldn't help was quickly spinning out of control now that the lust and mindless desire was ebbing and letting her think more clearly. Had she done something wrong? Did teasing about him and Puck in the shower truly upset him to the point he was just done with her for the day? All of this raced through her mind as she hoped and waited for an answer.<br><br>The sound of his phone buzzing beneath her broke the concentration just before the doorbell chimed out into the main portion of the house and her body jerked in surprise, sitting upright and quickly shrugging the straps of her dress back over her bare shoulders. Small fingers delicately tucked her breasts back behind their restraining cloth as she attempted to straighten her hair out the best she could with just her fingers. The brush in her purse, in her car would just have to wait until later. Maybe she could snag one of Scar's bands and throw it into a quick ponytail later.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>28-09-2018, 22:18:20</strong>
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				Feeling her wiggle against him he grinned at how long she could stay in bliss, from the research he had read they called it sub space in the community, He just called it cloud nine, As she turned he kept his arm ready to steady her just encase she was still limp. Returning her soft kiss, he listened to her for a moment before he replied in a whisper <strong>” Yes every thing is excellent, I think your going to be made to be a good girl as I think your panties are soaked in more then one way now.</strong> As he spoke he let his eyes dart to the counter top as the sound of the facet running could be heard clearly, As she asked him what was wrong he saw concern on her face, smiling he tried to think of any thing that could have elicited the question, His mind slid over the gift, to her quip about both him and puck as he looked into her eyes trying to discern where the worry was coming from, he figured if he divulged something he was worried about she would settle, she was a tender soul that got worried and hurt easily and he wished to neither to her on the first day in their new home together. <strong> I am a bit worried about Puck ok, he was late today and that is not like him, plus this new play his troupe is putting on is a bit over budget and the front of the house has not been projecting a stellar turn out and I am unsure how to break it to him, especially with how Scarlet and him have been getting on. But I dont want to worry you with business stuff. Babe but we better get dressed and get with the others that message is more then likely my bed delivery, we will continue our fun tonight if your up for it ok</strong> <br><br>Rolling over onto his side to sit up he hissed slightly at the cool tile on his warm flesh as he savored the feel, watching her return her magnificent orbs to the confines of her dress he smiled as he slowly slid his pants on before standing and walking to the sink to turn the water off, as he wrung her water soaked panties out and slipped them into his trouser pocket, as he retrieved his shirt from the bath room door, slowly buttoning and preening himself as he waited on her as she mussed with her hair <strong> You look gorgeous and I am not only saying that since you just fucked my brains out, now shall we go start making sure people didn't break our stuff, and I can get the men to start putting the bed together. </strong> <br><br>As he waited by the door, he wondered if she remembered they still needed to talk over his gift and how best to give it to Scarlet with out causing an uproar. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>29-09-2018, 04:20:11</strong>
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				Pucks comment on Scars hair was met by an amused smirk. Generally she loved wearing her hair loose and wild but anticipated it would only be in the way while moving things in. She moved around the&nbsp; room picking up first her shorts and wiggling her ass into the close fitting denim. He asked then if they were pretending if nothing happened or if teasing was ok. Scar scooped up her bikini top and laughed lightly, "teasing, definitely teasing." She said as she tied the bikini behind her back then took a moment adjusting the thin dark blue fabric over her breasts before tying it around her neck. She figured it would be better to handle things lightheartedly. She'd always teased Sarah goodnaturedly, and besides she and Puck were not the type to be expected to stay within the realms of polite conversation. How were they suppose to do naked hot tub sessions if they couldn't talk about sex?<br><br>Scar had just picked up her shirt, untangling her forgotten sunglasses out of the material when she heard her phone buzz from the table where she'd left her camera and almost at the exact moment a loud knock sounded at the door. Scar chuckled, "right on time." She mused slipping on her tank top as she headed for the front door.<br><br>The movers had finally arrived with several trucks and men loitering about, " Great your here, let's gather everyone and get to work, come in let me grab the other." She said to the big guy all without waiting for any input on his part. In fact she didn't even wait for confirmation of any kind from him before swinging the door wide and walking away from the door. She went strait up to Sarah and Martin's door and pounded on it with the flat of her hand, "Movers are here" she yelled refraining from teasing them right in that moment so not to rmbaress them in front of the movers even though it had been awfully tempting. She didn't know Martin yet well enough to know if she could get away with it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>29-09-2018, 04:49:27</strong>
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				"And this is why I love you." About the teasing being good. Of course, whenever she does anything he even remotely likes/agrees with, this is basically a stock reply. At this point, they could probably write a small booklet on all the reasons why he said he loved her. As for him and Martin... Puck was, as one could reliably assume from his nom de guerre, a trickster and fond of teasing, pranking, and the light. Marty's probably used to it.<br><br>So when the movers get there, when Scar is headed to the front door, he's over tapping on the door to their room. It's a very specific tap. One hard--three light, fast--one hard. It's not morse code or anything, it's just that Puck always knocks like that. There is a very specific rhythm to it, and the hard knocks that started and ended it were almost always equal in volume; the timing was perfect. Something he'd spent years developing. "Hey, gunslinger. Best holster your pistol." Euphemisms abound, but the line is delivered in a Clint Eastwood-esque spaghetti western style. Leave it to Puck to bring a touch of the surreal to everything.<br><br>Of course, he hadn't a clue that his BFF already knew the movers were coming, or that he was right at the door. He had a knack for synchronicity and improv, but it's not like he's omniscient. His timing is so on par, though, that when he's moving away from the door to Marty and Sarah's room, Scar is approaching it, and he is moving to the door to help coordinate the movers. It's not the first time he's moved about, but it is the first time he's the one who isn't doing the lifting. It felt odd. It might even seem odd, too, from the perspective of his friends, because when dealing with these 'outsiders' Puck actually talks and acts like your average joe.<br><br>Of course, his main concern is in making sure that his books and his masks had arrived undamaged. He had spent so much on, like, bubble wrap, and those little peanut-things and heavy duty boxing and had kind of gotten a little crazy when it came to ensuring the safety of his preciouses; which is not a word, but that didn't stop Puck from referring to his items as such. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>29-09-2018, 09:25:11</strong>
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				At the sound of the raps Martin smiles remember the code, many an afternoon spent being the look out or being looked out for had drilled the message in his head, He knew Puck was looking out for him but he wished that it wasn't such an obvious signal. As he heard it he recognized it as shave in a haircut two bits, and chuckled as he knocked on the door with the all clear signal. Letting his friend that he would be there directly. <br><br>As he heard foot falls leaving the other side of the door he looked at Sarah and his smile grew even bigger as he saw her glow, or was that the lighting either way he couldn't help but think he had a part to play in her contentment.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>As he stood there watching her compose herself a loud thwack came from the door, figuring Puck was in one of his playful moods, he turned towards the door <strong>” Dammit Puck I heard you, cant I get a BJ with out having the battering ram thrown at my door, We will be out in a few the work men should stage the rooms first anyway. </strong> <br><br>Having told his friend his piece Martin realized he was frustrated, chalking it up to not being able to cum earlier he turns and mouths Sorry to Sarah, as he makes sure she is fully dressed and the sink had drained before he opened the door only to see Scarlet standing there instead of Puck. <strong> Oh Scarlet sorry I figured it was um Puck, Well I will let you be Sarah will be out in a moment. </strong><br><br>Stepping out of the bathroom into the adjoining bedroom Martin closes the door behind him as he hurries to help with the movers and the bed delivery, Hoping Scarlet didn't see his embarrassment at his faux pa, As he passed Puck he cant look at him like what the hell, as he went to greet the movers, as he began checking trucks with contents to organize the move by type of furniture so that the bedrooms would be delivered as they sat on each end of the house, and then moving towards the middle, in this way he could stay busy and avoid having to face Scarlet or Sarah for a while, as he was unsure how she would take his out burst towards her friend and he was sure him and Puck would have to talk over his giving away their secret signal to her, especially since they would all be living together now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostWind</strong> on <strong>30-09-2018, 12:25:15</strong>
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				Her usual grace and poise was utterly lost as she climbed unsteadily to her feet and balanced against the pristine white wall. For obvious reasons her legs didn't quite want to work properly as she gave him a beaming smile and re situated her dress. Small palms smoothed out the wrinkles and tugged her sun dress back to where it should be after its disheveling in their adventures. She wasn't sure she entirely believed him about what he was worried about, but then again there was so much going on with the day. She'd make sure he relaxed after everything was all said and done tonight so she'd politely nod, her gentle eyes filled with concern watching him in the mirror as she fixed her hair a bit more.<br><br>The sudden battering of the door made her squeak and jump, turning quickly in time to see Marty yell back at it only to find Scar on the other side. She had to bite her tongue to keep from giggling at the uncomfortable pose that rolled through his shoulders. Catching Scar's eye she grinned and flashed her a playful wink, noting her own disheveled appearance. "You guys go ahead, I'll be right out and get the kitchen squared away". Turning back to the mirror she'd double check what little light makeup she had on wasn't an absolute mess before padding barefoot back out into living room.<br><br>Everyone else seemed to have everything in order so she left Marty to organize their bedroom and have everything placed where he wanted it. She went into the kitchen and started unboxing all their dishes, pots, pans and assorted utensils and threw them in whatever drawers seemed to make sense. It would be a few weeks of everyone grumbling and learning where things went or moving them around but that could all be handled later. It was about into her third box that she found the plates and bowls that her boyfriend in his wisdom had packed and wrapped in old newspaper. Cringing at the thought of eating off them after they'd had god knows what come in contact, let alone the ink . <br><br>She'd set about filling the sink and stacking them aside to be washed. First though she made sure to get out a bunch of cups and a couple of pitchers that she'd had from her old apartment. Ohhh she should have made some mimosa's for everyone!, too late for that now, cold water would just have to do. But come the morning she'd run out quick if she remembered and get everything for it. Rummaging through the freezer she grinned, whoever this Realtor was they really took care of everyone. Dumping all the ice they had into the two pitchers she set everything out where everyone could easily grab a quick glass. Making sure to tell the movers they were more than welcome to some too before she went back to refilling the ice trays and starting in on the dishes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>03-10-2018, 00:23:06</strong>
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				Martin inadvertently yelled at Scar but it's was met by a laugh on her part. It was pretty hard to piss off the good natured girl. But he made up for the miss step by taking charge of the movers. He probably had more experience with them anyway. She grabbed one and told him about her jeep loaded down with boxes and were to put them. Sarah was in the kitchen unpacking things and Puck was checking nothing of his had gotten damaged. <br><br>Scar left everyone to thier own tasks while she went and brought the food Martin had surprised them all with and wrapped it up storing it in the fridge. The wine though she opened pouring herself a glass and offered one to Sarah as well before heading to her new office. The movers had done exactly what she wanted clearing the room out and leaving all the boxes against one wall. Her desk they put in the middle of the room her chair tucked behind it.<br><br>Sighing softly Scar rolled her chair away and then circled around the desk trying to use her slight weight to muscle the heavy desk to where she wanted it. After twenty minutes Scar grunted the thing into the right spot and stood back happy for a moment before starting on hooking up her complicated computer and painting system crawling under the desk to run countless wires before actually hooking anything up and possibly getting messed up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>04-10-2018, 02:08:50</strong>
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				The laugh from his lovely lady when Martin had, by accident, mistaken one trickster for another, seemed infectious. One might even accuse the two of conspiring, but mostly, it was just Puck being himself. How many times have so many people fallen for it? It's the laughter on his part that might make it seem like conspiracy, though in truth, Puck had simply gambled on what was going to happen, and got six the hard way. <br><br>For the time being, it seemed like everyone kind of fell into their own little niche; each taking care of the thing that mattered to them. Sarah was busy in the kitchen, Marty was managing stuff, Scar was working with her computer and her office, and he was left to work with his bookshelf.<br><br>His idea of categorizing things is a bit obtuse. He doesn't follow any of the typical standard procedures that libraries or fine book collectors relied on, but that was him, now, wasn't it? Always doing something different, if for no other sake than being different. But there was a madness to his method that could be observed with a few moments of knowing what to look for. it was all done by weight; heaviest (and usually, thickest) books on the bottom, medium sized books in the middle, thin booklets, magazines, novellas and the like on the top. It was then further categorized by the first letter of the first word of the title, rather than by author... so this would result in Stephen King, and other authors, ending up being on several different shelves, because some of his books were bigger than others, and in different parts of the same shelf, because of titles. How he pulls off such shenanigans almost non-stop has only ever been explained with obtuse and folkloric sayings like 'Maybe I'm a Changeling'; or a this, that, or the other thing. Needless to say, the shelf contains a lot of non-fiction about various ancient cultures and spiritual practices... and perhaps surprising to some, some self help books about writing screenplays, or getting into the acting business, or studies of the different forms of poetry throughout different ages and cultures; a few other things, too. If ya had to pick one word for Puck's interests, 'eclectic' was the right one.&nbsp; <br><br>it makes sense to him, though, and in the end, that's all that matters. "Scar-arr-arr," He called for her as he continued to sort and make sure it was right. She was still likely fiddling with her computer. "Masks. I know they didn't bother you much when they were hanging on pretty much every available bit of wall space in my old place, but is it gonna be weird if I use our bedroom for the mask collection?" 'Cause seriously, the dude has about five dozen masks, give or take a handful. And some of them were purely decorative, and some saw more use than others... they couldn't just all be shoved into some box in a closet somewhere. He liked his collection. <br><br>He took pride in the collection, and he also knew which mask had been given to him by whom. Old sweethearts, old friends, current friends, family, his own self-chosen ones... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>04-10-2018, 03:33:40</strong>
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				As the crews worked Martin took pride in his ability to organize the four households into one, Sarah's books, book case and clothing to their bedroom along the sitting nook side so she had excellent light to read with. <br><br>His furniture was set with the rest in the communal area, with large walk paths set to get the dollys threw, he always enjoyed complex puzzles numbers figures schedules they all flowed with him, never did he have to work at making them work. <br><br>As Sarah began working in the kitchen he smiled at her strange organization style but he kept quiet as he went about his work.&nbsp; <br><br>As the first truck rolled out the delivery set backed in, as he pointed two of the work men to help Scar. With her unloading as the men moved the new washer and dryer into the mud room and hooked it up, along with the dishwasher and water softener. As the men worked Martin grinned as he had read the material Scar had presented the group and saw these items where not furnished so while arranging the new bed he arranged these to be paid for and installed. <br><br>As the trucks became empty he noticed the last item was the one he had dreaded Puck knew about it and he always got crap from him even when it was at his apartment, but it was his grandfathers, his fathers and it was now his. Helping the men move the safe to the dolly he threw a blanket over the massive steel box as he helped guide it to the bedroom, where the intricate bed was almost assembled. As he helped the men push it into place along the wall out of view of the windows.<br><br>Thanking the men he quickly rotated the dials and opened the massive door noting the hinges where sticking and would need a shot of wd40, looking in he made sure none of the rifles or shotguns had shifted, before checking the door pockets to make sure the three pistols had not been damaged in the move. Closing the safe and clearing the dial Martin turns and walks back outside to check the trucks which have all finished Signing the delivery form but not the liability forms as California law gives seventy two hours for that, given time to unpack and access any damages, he tips the foreman, as he walks back in seeing the massive amount of boxes and furniture and sighs. <br><br>Walking into the medium size office he sees Scar under her desk "Scarlet the delivery trucks are empty and signed for, i had them leave a hand dolly to move the larger boxes, do you have anything else to bring in?"<br><br>As he talks he looks around the sparse office much different than he normally would decorate but then again to each there own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostWind</strong> on <strong>07-10-2018, 12:40:36</strong>
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				Covered up to her elbows in soapy water she resisted the urge to wrap Scar in a hug as she brought over a glass of wine that was very much needed to stem the heat that threatened to permanently blush her cheeks from her earlier exertions. "you're the best beautiful" Leaning over to place a soft kiss on her best friends cheek before she darted off to go thump around her office.<br><br>Thankfully the dishes didn't take all that much time, but as she stood there wiping her hands dry with a Halloween decorated towel, it was the first one she'd come across. She realized that the house really would need to get a couple of things. Matching sets of dishes for sure because between the 4 of them the cupboards looked more like a second hand thrift store than the beautiful upscale place this home was. Carefully rehanging the towel she'd finish off the bottle of wine by splitting it into 2 glasses, Marty seemed to have his hands full so she'd bring him his in a bit but she hadn't seen Puck in quite awhile. Taking a quick sip of her own drink she'd leave it beside Martins and scoop up Pucks and go wandering in search of him. Her bare feet making hardly a sound as she made her way to Scar and his bedroom and paused in the doorway as he hollered. "wrong girl" she'd finally manage to get in with a playful smile as she stepped up beside him and offered the wine. <br><br>Her natural curiosity spiked by the collection of masks only growing as she spotted his book collection. Admittedly she assumed he only read and studied scripts, not the wide array of books he had so beautifully stacked. "Oh wow!" she complimented, unable to keep her child like joy and interest from showing as she began perusing the titles. A slowly growing frown curling her lips as she could find no sense to his organization and stacking, too many years working in the library having her regimented to the acceptable forms. How could he even find what he wanted in all that chaos? Shaking her head sadly she'd flash her eyes over to him and lightly swat his shoulder with the back of her hand. "Why wouldn't you?" she'd tease in false exasperation before smiling and giving his arm a squeeze. "I better go find Marty, I think Scar's in her office but I would definitely ask her about the Masks, they may be a bit.....much?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>08-10-2018, 02:49:41</strong>
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				The office was coming together. After running cords for all the electrical equipment Scar started setting what would be the wet table of her at home dark room. While she loved digital photography she had a love for her first 35mm that she'd yet to break away from. Most of what she developed were for her own collection or she sold privately. Those were personal. She set up the table on the far wall setting up the trays and storing the chemical so that everything was easily accessible when she needed it. It wasn't a long process, everything was well organized and she didn't have a lot of clutter here. When she was finished she had two photos hung on the wall. On a male lion his mouth and lower mane coated in blood on gore, he was crouched over a carcass, his face contorted in predatory anger as he bowled directly at the viewer. The other was a very close shot of a mother and baby gazelle, the baby had its head down eating grass, the mother's head raised, body tense with awareness. Besides the two pictures in stunning vivid color there was no decor. <br><br>Scar was unpacking her last box of books to fill a small book case when Martin came in. She'd thought she heard Puck a moment ago but she wasn't sure. She'd turned music on, on her cell photo while she unpacked blocking out some of the ambient noise from the movers. He told her about the movers and she nodded standing up and smiling softly happy that the room was about done. When everything was going into basically the exact same place it made moving easy. <br><br>"No I'm all set. " She said feeling odd with how formally he used her name. He made her oddly nervous, it was unnerving. "And hey thanks for handling the movers. I'm so not the leader type." She said. It's was true enough she didn't have a problem bossing people around but managing them was something else entirely and that was not something she was good at. Picking up her wine she took another sip enjoying the play of flavors across her tongue, "Let's go see how the others are doing."&nbsp; Scar suggested brushing past him in the doorway. Her body just grazed his, the flair of her hip, the curve of her breast, as she past him, a hint of Jasmine scent clung to her hair. She walked do a couple steps down the hall towards Puck stopping to glance over her shoulder to see if he was coming. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>08-10-2018, 23:18:36</strong>
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				Of course Marty brought the guns. While Puck was all for self defense and equalizers and all that political rhetoric--he definitely wasn't against the second amendment--he just disliked guns greatly, as in his own words,<em> they are highly impersonal. </em>&nbsp; You can snipe a man a thousand yards away, and not even think about it; probably helps snipers sleep better at night. But it takes out the very real power behind the act. <br><br>Needless to say, if push came to shove and Puck had to defend himself, he'd rather use the utility pocket knife he had, or even just bare hands, because then you can <em>feel the weight of your actions. </em> It's... complicated, really, and in the broad scheme of things, it might be one of those moments of all-too-human irrationality.&nbsp; He was an actor, after all; not a Spock-ish logic-driven computer.<br><br>His attention snaps to Sarah at her mentioning that he got the wrong girl. "Well, damn. I guess my Scar-dar is off." Scar Radar. Because he's silly like that, though he does have a knack for finding people. Pixies never led him astray, he'd say; they just took him to where he needed to be. The playful swat earns her an ethereal, half-imagined chuckle that seemed absolutely intangible. "Don't worry, there is definitely a system." He knew that she at least worked at a library, and he's spent enough time in such buildings to know that his set up is entirely unconventional. "No such thing as chaos, my dear. Only order we don't understand." Which is something one probably wouldn't expect to hear from the man who was so... well, chaotic, at least on the surface level. <br><br>Congratulations, Sarah just earned herself one of those rare moments where Puck is no mere jester or buffoon, but is instead being philosophical. And yes, there are definitely books on philosophy in that collection... sadly, <em>Meditations by Marcus Aurelius</em> seemed to be almost in tatters, from age and use. It's not that he didn't take care of his collection; but she, of all people, should know that a book, like any other thing, eventually crumbles to dust. "It might be too much." He did agree with her; else he'd never have asked in the first place.<br><br>"Before you go, do you like the collection? You can check any of them out whenever you'd like, but they can never leave." Which is totally a Hotel California (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aNyK6EcHlzM) reference, but altered to make sense. Anybody could freely yoink one of his books, but he'd be a bit irate if they didn't return it. Also, of interest is that just after asking the question, he tilts his head to the side; as a cat or other animal might.&nbsp; He looked over Sarah's shoulder, as if expecting something--or someone--to be coming closer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostWind</strong> on <strong>12-10-2018, 03:48:59</strong>
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				Pausing in the doorway as Puck seemed inclined to talk more she smiled and glanced back again at his collection. It would be nice to take a look at something a little different than her usual books. Mayhap's on a cold rainy day or lazy morning she'd swipe a part of his collection for either her own interest or to get a better understanding of the strange man that he was. The one who someone managed to sweep her best friend away and off her feet. "I just may have to, thank you for the offer and the exact same goes for my collection, wherever Marty decides to squeeze it in that is." Shrugging her shoulders at wherever that may end up she'd offer another flitting smile and slip out the door to go find her boyfriend.<br><br>Rounding the corner at a decent pace, her thoughts now wondering about her own books to stack she'd collide lightly with Scar who was looking back the other way. The warm soft press of her curves molded to the other womans as she reactively wrapped an arm around Scar's hip while the other braced against the wall to steady them. Spending all day pushing carts and carrying stacks of books had made her pretty nimble when it came to avoiding collisions, though the best she managed was not to knock heads this time around. "Sorry!" she quickly blurted out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>13-10-2018, 04:41:51</strong>
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				Hearing her reply Martin nodded <strong> We each have our skill sets mine just happens to be a natural moving crew leader. But you are quite welcome.</strong> As she brushed past him he couldnt help but take him her firmness, or the scent of her hair, Reminding him of his time travellng in the orient and the massive Jasmine gardens in Kyoto. <br><br>As she stopped to look over her shoulder at him Martin had a small shiver run up his back he felt her eyes, could he truly want her, even if she did he could not do that to Sarah or Puck.&nbsp; <br><br>Puck knew the pain he went threw he would not deliberately do that to any man or women, it was unheard of.&nbsp; As the thoughts rolled threw his head, he started to walk down the hall wondering if Sarah had peaked into the bedroom and saw his surprise yet. <br><br>As he turned the corner he had time to see the collision but little else <strong>” Well hello honey. Every thing ok”</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>19-10-2018, 00:39:18</strong>
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				It was a good thing Sarah had good reflexes because caught completely off guard Scar would have fallen on her ass had it not been for her. Scar managed to grab her waist during the collision but that was about it. Instead of being made Scar simply laughed giving her a squeeze, "Don't be silly, I'd be on my ass if you hadn't grabbed me, but next time you want to grope me you could just ask." She teased her friend lightheartedly tickling her fingers up her stomach and over her ribs for just a moment before stepping back at the sound of Martin's voice. "No used to the halls yet, right Sarah?" She said with an impish grin playing on her lips. <br><br>"Thanks again hun." She said to Sarah brushing her lips across her cheek before squeezing past her to go see what Puck had done so far in thier room. He had his books out and stacked making her smile. Everything about him was so interesting, steeped in complexities and meaning. The mystery of him had been what fascinated her in the beginning. He was like no one she'd ever met before. He still was.&nbsp; Glancing up at the walls a look of what might be concern touched her features, "Why didn't you put up the masks?" She asked tilting her head to the side waiting for his response. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>20-10-2018, 01:43:02</strong>
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				He listened to what was happening outside in the hall, and kind of just visualized what happened. Which meant he got to miss the girls getting a little touchy with each other, which would be nice to see one of these days... he wondered, some times. But much like Marty, he tried to give great respect to couples, didn't want to hurt his friends, who for all intents and purposes, were his family. The family he had chosen, versus the family he had been born with.<br><br>He was going over the books one last time, making sure everything was in its right place, when Scar came in and took a look around. He hmm'd at her question. "Well, it might sound silly, but I wanted to double check with you before I started covering every available surface with an ungodly amount of masks." This is an off thing for Puck; he's usually not one for uncertainty, but it was definitely going to take him a day or two, if not slightly longer, with getting comfortable with the idea of this place being his home. 'Til then, Scar would find him deferring to her judgment a lot, as he essentially saw this as her 'territory'. <br><br>'Our place' would take time. But again, this is actually rare of Puck, to show indecisiveness. Normally, he's the kind of guy who can just make a judgment call at the snap of a finger. But the last week he's been thrown a bit off-kilter. Much like the animals she had photographed, she probably realized he had patterns, habits; a lot of people did. Just like suddenly changing the environment of an animal, he'd need time to find his footing again, and go back to normal... which was anything but! <br><br>"Also, I need to find the command hook thingies to hang them off of." The only labels he had put on any of his boxes were simply "Puck"; in hindsight, he really should have been more organized. He might be living out of boxes for the next day or two, and then things would be back to that organized clutter that had been synonymous with his home; where everything had made sense only to him, and those who had taken the time to understand him, and which at a glance just looked like absolute chaos, and left people wondering how he ever found anything or got anything accomplished. Yet, he always knew where everything was. <br><br>She'd never judged him for it, far as he could tell. in fact, he had seen her intrigue, her wanting to understand, the eventual acceptance (if not full understanding); and it was one of the reasons he knew she would be a very special woman, if not <em>the</em> woman. She didn't just endure his eccentricities; she seemed to love him for it, instead of in spite of it. "Also also, I think I hurt Sarah's brain with the way my books are arranged." He flashed her a devil's grin. "You two okay? Sounded like a collision." <br><br>As he posed the question, he went to set an emptied box that had been full of books next to the other empty boxes, take one of the taped shut ones, and slice through the packing tape with his pocket knife. Two quick flicks of the wrist, the tape was no longer in the way; a third flick of the wrist, and the knife was folded back into itself and clipped to his pants pocket, a reminder to anybody that saw it that the dude had cat-like reflexes. <br><br>The box is opened, and he looks crestfallen. "Clothes." And so they were. Boxers and socks, if anybody wanted to look. And so it would go for a while, as he worked his way through the boxes to try and find things, with an occasional comment like 'muggie'--his favorite coffee mug, which was black, and had white printing on it that said 'I'm not bossy, I just have better ideas'--or 'zombies!' when he finds his bobble heads.<br><br>"...I really should have labeled these better." Though left to it, he will eventually find the command hooks, and the masks, and begin... decorating.&nbsp; &nbsp;Even the masks have their own sense of organization to them; smaller masks up higher, heavier ones closer to the ground, sorted by which culture they originated from, and also sub-divided by how often said mask got usage. In a fit of pique, one of his Mardi Gras masks gets placed upon his head; beautiful black velvet, with orange flower petals coming off from around the eyes; a Fleur de lis right in the 'third eye' area of his forehead; and elegant, spiraling swirls of orange accenting it. Even the outlines that formed the teeth were done in that vivid color. "Look, I'm the skeleton in the closet." <br><br>He low-key laughed as he made the terrible joke, grinning goofily behind the mask; an expression none would catch, for it fit from his forehead to his chin. Even better? The orange was black light sensitive, so it glowed under the right circumstances. He did, in fact, have an entire black light costume that made him look like an orange skeleton.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostWind</strong> on <strong>20-10-2018, 15:21:01</strong>
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				The light rush of adrenaline raced through her veins at the sudden surprise and collision with her best friend as she quickly met her gaze to make certain she was alright. The sudden closeness and warmth blurring her vision before clearing with the clarity of Scar's bright eyed gaze looking back and she felt her heart skip a beat. Secret moments of the past slowly kindling to life as she instinctively tightened her grip on the other womans hip and pulled her against her ever so subtly. "yeah" she murmured, not quite sure as to what at Scar's words until Martin's deeper voice cut through the haze of memories. Just like that, the nymph that was her best friend flitted from her arms, fingers grazing across the thin fabric of her dress to trace her warm curves and leave her biting her lip hard against the rush of hormones she released.<br><br>As Scar moved around her and down the hall the fingers on her hip would linger till finally falling free, leaving her standing there alone for a moment, "gotta be more careful" whispering around them before she finally shook her head to clear it and turned back around to find Marty standing there. The slight curve of his lips and watchful eyes having without doubt noticed the reaction that had occurred and she felt the slightest of blushes tinging her cheeks as she stepped up to him and quickly rose up on her bare toes to press her lips softly to his mouth. The shift and motion of her body a very pointed reminder that beneath the swirling hem of her dress she was left bare to the world. "Hey babe, how's everything looking?" she asked. Finally lowering herself back to her shorter height and threading her fingers with one of his, squeezing affectionately.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>20-10-2018, 20:58:50</strong>
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				Watching Scar move around the corner Martin nods at her <strong>Every thing is going well, The movers are gone and the surprise I told you about is in the bed room, but you cant see it just yet, Scar was acting like she wants to have a meeting. Plus that was a really sexy scene right there.</strong> As her hand slipped into his he pulled her close as their lips met, his free hand slipped under the hem of her skirt to lightly graze over her expose sex as he silently groaned into her kiss, letting her know he was ready for round two when ever she was. <br><br>As they broke the kiss, he took her hand and walked back towards Pucks and Scars bed room, seeing Puck dancing around in one of his mask Martin chuckled <strong> Hey rain dances are out side, my good man, plus I see you would still bring the poor librarian to tears, ms Stevens I do not think she ever got the books all back in the right place after your library detention. Also do you happen to still have my fly fishing knot book, it was not in my books when I packed my books up</strong><br><br>As he spoke to Puck Martin couldn't help that his eye was drawn to Scars ass as she stood in front of him, smiling at the thoughts that ran threw his mind after the small display that her and Sarah had put on living here might be a more enjoyable thing then he even knew, plus with Sarah's opening mind he couldn't help but smile more as he watched his friend
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>22-10-2018, 01:14:32</strong>
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				Scar shook her head at his reasoning. It was mildly annoying. It implied that she'd said to put them up out of self sacrifice, that he didn't believe her when she had said she wanted them up. Scar wasn't generally the type to hide her thoughts. If it was of any import generally she would tell you. He added the comment about the command hooks and her mildly unsettled expression squirmed into an amused smirk. Her labeled everything with simply his name. Nothing else. And now surrounded by boxes it was clear he was paying the price. It was going to take him a while to sort through all the boxes and get things settled. "Well I hope you find them soon. It won't feel like home till they're up." She said sitting down on the edge of the bed and pulling one of her boxes towards her.<br><br>He mentioned Sarah then and Scar gave a light laugh trying to picture Sarah the librarian trying to puzzle out the organic way that Puck did things. Those two were so different in so many ways, but what was remarkable about them was how alike they both were. Kind and caring, compassionate. He asked about the collision and Scar waved a dismissive hand. "It was nothing, just not paying attention. I'm sure it's bond to happen again." She said with an easy smile opening the box.<br><br>For a while they simply worked in harmonious silence. She got thier closet organized. It was a beautiful walk in closet that easily housed both of thier wardrobes with room to spare. Scar was just coming back out having finished hanging up her clothing and putting away Puck's boxers and socks when Martin and Sarah came in. Scar flashed them an amused smile giggling at Puck's impish display of mirth. She love his random little outbursts of merriment. He lived with such light and joy, it was contagious. <br><br>Martin made comment then asked a question directed at Puck drawing his attention. Scar turned busying herself with another box, bending down to pick it up and collapse it. She couldn't say why she glanced back when she did. A primal response to being watched perhaps? What she knew was as she stood up she glanced back to see Martin staring at her ear. Her gaze quickly darted away. Quickly enough, she wasn't sure he even saw her notice. He was pretty fixated at least in that moment. "I need some more wine." Scar said with a smile tossing the collapsed box with the rest. "Sarah?" She asked with a lifted brow pausing in the doorway for a moment before walking away regardless of what Sarah did.<br><br>Scar walk to the kitchen and pulled the bottle of wine. She spent several minutes pulling open drawers and cupboards familiarizing herself with everything as she looked for the cork screw. In truth she was just a bit overwhelmed. It was on thing to talk about something but this felt like flirting with disaster and that was a new sensation. Fear. Fear that the excitement she'd felt having Martin's gaze on her would have negative effects on the two relationships she valued most. She knew it was silly as surely as she knew the sky was blue. She was attractive, he had eyes. And she'd always loved attention that was nothing new. What was new was the intensity of the charged situation they were all in. Finally Scar found the cork screw and opened the bottle to pour herself another glass. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>23-10-2018, 02:22:09</strong>
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				"I am completely innocent of The Great Library Incident." He says from behind the mask, the velvet seeming to dampen them. "That they'd put a changeling in charge of reorganizing the books is their problem." He cackles, amusement in his eyes; the only visible part of his face through the mask. "Hmmm, yes, probably..?" He goes to his shelf, and takes all of two seconds to find the book, and hand it off to his best bro. Which just goes to show his system works; for him alone, perhaps, but that's Puck for ya.<br><br>When he passes the book off, there's That Look in his eyes; a sort of silent 'I see what you see', a knowing look.&nbsp; He speaks no words, but the eyes say it all; Puck considers himself the cat that got the cream. A blink-and-you'll-miss-it look over at Sarah, and the slightest nodding of the head seems to communicate to his friend that Marty, too, was his own cat with his own cream. He thought those two made a great couple.<br><br>"I don't think there are any sprinklers in the house, are there? So my rain dances are just fine inside." He snickers, and settles back into working. Scar's amusement at his antics earned her a sparkling eye-to-eye contact, and perhaps a throw-back to some of their earlier conversations when they first started dating. <em>As long as you can laugh, life is good. </em> Those were his words; have been for as long as he could recall. And maybe that was part of his good nature, too; why he happily played the fool, because if other people joined in the laughter... well, you know what they say: the more the merrier!<br><br>"Cave, enim vinum est veritas!" <em>Beware, for in wine lies truth</em>, he called out to Scar as she set off to get another drink.&nbsp; He never could stand wine. In general, he disliked alcohol, though if being social, he usually settled for some more obtuse herbal liqueurs and cocktails. Galliano, or chartreuse, were his usual go-tos, and a Harvey Wallbanger could be nice. But in general, he had that whole... fear of losing control. It's perhaps ironic, because he seems so uninhibited in the first place. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostWind</strong> on <strong>24-10-2018, 08:05:49</strong>
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				Her startled eyes widened considerably as his hand slipped beneath the thin fabric of her summer dress's hem and grazed the warm smooth skin of her inner thigh only to climb higher to that sweet center he'd been buried in earlier. "Marty" she whispered, calves burning from the strain it took to hold completely still so that the rest of the hallway didn't realize. Slick eager flesh parted for him as she squeezed her eyes shut and endured his moment of blissful torture before finally being released. "you're terrible" she murmured, stealing another quick kiss before releasing him to go talk with Puck. Shaking her head she'd slowly run her fingers down the subtle curves of her body to smooth out the wrinkles Martin had caused in his groping. The faint tinge of its blatancy still coloring her cheeks as she heard and spotted Scar slipping past her for more wine.<br><br>Eagerly she took the provided for escape and distraction from the moment and was quickly pulled along in her wake, bare feet making hardly a sound as they slipped into the kitchen. Going quickly to her glass that she'd left on the counter she'd polish it off in one very unladylike like slug as the thick sweetness coated her tongue. Fighting back a soft cough, she watched Scar rummage around the kitchen, wanting to help direct her but she honestly didn't have a clue herself. It had just been one thing after another into the drawers and cabinets she'd been used to for years in her old apartment. It didn't take her friend long to catch on and once she realized everything was quickly found. With the wine thick and cloying on her tongue she'd sweep up both their glasses and give them a quick wash and dry in case Scar had grabbed a different type.<br><br>The uncoordinated spinning of the corkscrew in Scar's hand caught her attention as her friend seemed distracted by something. The embarrassment of Marty's caress in the hallway that had almost subsided suddenly flared to life. Had Scar noticed and been made uncomfortable by it? Her and Puck always teased and flirted like they'd practically strip down and go to town right out on the patio but maybe that wasn't really the case. The freshly cleaned glasses clinked lightly on the counter beside the bottle just as the cork popped free. Steadying them for her best friend to pour, gentle concerned eyes would search her friends depths as the wine bubbled free. "everything alright beautiful?" she'd ask softly. Eyes flickering to make sure neither of the boys had followed them back down the hall yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>25-10-2018, 01:04:38</strong>
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				Marten watched both women head for the kitchen as heard Pucks Latin he chuckled. <strong>”buddy I thought you only picked up enough of that to get that part last year, why didn’t you tell me you went and learned another language, you know the firm pays decently for translators especially hard to find Languages.</strong> <br><br>As he watched his friend bounce between boxes he took pity and grabbed up a box of clothes and began sorting it like he had done in college. As he wondered what the women where talking about Martin looked up from his task <strong> Well I did it, I tried to give the check to her, I think I messed up though as she refused it dude, I don't get it. Any advice from ether for me dude?</strong> smiling Martin knew Puck would have some retort from a play or one of his Philosophy books. But he was always a great friend to talk to when his mind worried. With the way things had been he was very worried this step was huge, more so then Paris, even more then his jumping a cargo ship to Europe. <br><br>He had actually committed to buying a house with his best friend, his girlfriend and his soul mate and so far he felt like one didn’t like him, one was distant and one was his solid grip. But how to find the difference between reality and emotion. <br><br>The thoughts rolled through him as he pulled the envelope out of his jacket pocket, rolling it over in his hand as his eyes took in the soft lines from the font, from his accountant, then Sarah's name so precisely printed in the book font, almost like a test drive for later, he wondered if that was even a thought he should entertain, Letting the moment pass he slipped the envelope back into his jacket as he helped his friend unpack. Laughing at the utter chaos of his packing style.<br><br><strong> Do you think Sarah likes me, I am worried as she seems put off that I tried to ease things tonight, with organizing the moving companies, installers and extra help. Bud do you think I over stepped, Oh before I forget we do need to sit down and go over the numbers for the new play, this director you guys picked doesn’t seem to understand a budget sheet. </strong> Shaking his head he willed himself to shut up as he turned back to the task at hand.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>25-10-2018, 09:48:41</strong>
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				As soon as Sarah spoke Scar realized it was a mistake, she hadnt seen what Scar did, or...She did and didn't take issue with it. It seemed apparent to Scar her mind had decided to turn traitor on her. Never before had she felt such utter confusion or fear. The entire situation felt so perilous. At that precise moment she'd rather face down a pissed off hippo then do what she was about to, lie to her best friend. "My backs a bit sore. I think it's making me cranky." Scar said light heartedly, as if it was nothing to be too concerned about as she finished pouring the wine. Setting the bottle aside Scar looked at her best friend with such a tender expression lifting a hand to gently tuck her hair behind her ear, her touch intimate and lingering, "I don't know what I'd do with out you." She said feeling more grounded just having Sarah there. <br><br>Picking up her wine Scar took a sip letting the flavor dance across her tongue. "So, Puck and I were talking earlier," a wicked little grin touching her lips then, "and we though of a risque little active for all of us tomorrow night after dinner if you and Martin are interested." She said letting her fingertip trace the lip of her glass as she watched Sarah closely for her responce. It was important. Scar was all but holding her breath in fact, the though of pushing Sarah away in any way was not ok. The very last thing she wanted to do was make her uncomfortable in any way, especially in thier brand new home. <br><br>"We were thinking it would be fun to have a naked soak in the hot tub. What do you think?" She asked, her tone playful and mildly enticing, masking the fear that near vibrated within her. But on the outside she was cool, serene even. Working around some of the most fearsome predictors on the planet you learn how to mask fear. Scar never thought she'd be using that particular skill quite like this but then again she never thought she'd be trying to get Sarah <em>and</em> her boyfriend naked with <em>her</em> boyfriend. It was certainly a new one. She hadn't felt so nervous since the first time she'd kissed Sarah. <br><br>That though brought a flurry of other memories to the surface. Memories of Sarah at another time, in another place. The curve of her hip,&nbsp; the softness of her lips, the scent of hair, the taste of her. "It'll be fun." Scar teased flashing for a moment a lustful look Sarah would recognize from the few times they'd hooked up just for the fun of it. Scar lifted her glass to her lips her eyes sparkling with excitement as the fear tangled with potent desire. What if she could have it all, Puck and Sarah, and Martin too? What if?
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>25-10-2018, 17:40:22</strong>
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				"Because if I worked at your firm, I would wilt. Like an evergreen in a desert." He deadpanned. "Besides, it's really just down to a few select phrases. I could never hold a proper conversation. And I don't have the shiny piece of paper that says I'm special."&nbsp; Referring to degrees, certificates, doctorates, etc.; you know, those fancy things people hang up on the walls of their office to confirm that they are, in fact, deemed suitable to do whatever it is they're doing. Of course, he does have a degree in performing arts, and a 2 year degree in philosophy; and still has his high school diploma. It was one of his self-admitted hypocrisies. <br><br>As per usual, Puck doesn't have very many clothes. He's basically got enough laundry that it gets him through a week. Most of his clothes are mended, a skill he picked up from his mother. Hell, one of the pairs of denim jeans he has used to be vivid blue--back in highschool--but is now all but faded into whiteness, with a few patches of newer fabric here and there. He really got his miles worth out of his clothes; jeans would eventually be turned to shorts, then harvested for 'spare material'. Long sleeved shirts eventually became short sleeved, then got turned into something else; and so it went on, even with the towels. What was once a beach towel was now four raggedy hand-towel sized scraps of cloth. Still usable, but they'll likely be nothing more than string come the end of the year.<br><br>It wasn't that he was a penny pincher or the like; he just saw having too many clothes, or too many good clothes, as an unnecessary luxury. It's funny how he can be almost ascetic like in one aspect of life, and then a total hedonist in some other aspect. Maybe that's how he balanced things out. "You're stressed. You've been tense the entire time we're here. Maybe you don't see it, can't see it. I think all of us are not in our normal headspace. Could be that she has a bit of me in her, too." As Marty would know, any sort of extravagant gifts or the like were either flatly refused by Puck, or accepted but made him feel unsettled. He's the kind of person where buying him new socks for Christmas is actually a <em>legitimately good idea.</em> <br><br>"From my view? She does. She just expresses her like in a different way. And like I said, I imagine this situation is pretty startling to her. You see the mask, but you don't see the face underneath." Though this could be taken literally given that Puck is wearing a mask right now, it was also a metaphor for how people can hide just how frazzled in a situation they might be. Puck, himself, was an excellent master of this sort of subtle deception. He only let people see what he wanted them to see; and rarely, when they were close, they got to peer beyond his many masks, and see who he truly was.<br><br>"Mmm, numbers. Well, there is the backup. Always have a Plan B, yeah?" He gave a shrug of his shoulders as he finally finished installing the masks on their hooks, and having them organized and spaced out evenly. It's ridiculously meticulous, to the point of obsessive, and the fact he got precise measurements with only his thumb as a tool of measurement is a reminder of his keen mental acuity; why he rarely talked to his real parents these days. They were always pushing him to do something with his 'real talents', but Puck just wanted to be left alone to do his own thing.<br><br>"So, me and Scar had an idea, and she's gonna bring it up with Sarah, and I'm gonna bring it up to you." At this point, the mask he had been wearing is off, and he's looking to establish eye to eye contact with his best bro. "Tomorrow, noon-ish. Or at least some time soon. We were thinking about breaking in the hot tub in the backyard; and since we have the walls for privacy, me and Scar thought we'd do it topless. Bottomless, too. All four of us. We figure it's a great way to be comfortable with each other."<br><br>Now, Marty already knows that Puck is very comfortable with nudity. Being naked, being around naked people; he actually probably behaves himself better when everybody's naked. He had that sort of European mentality, even if he's only been there in his dreams, and read of it in books. Respectful of other's dignity and decency, rather than being lecherous. "You in?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostWind</strong> on <strong>28-10-2018, 13:29:27</strong>
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				Devoting her full attention to her best friend a fresh wave of guilt rolled through her at the mention of Scar's back hurting. That was probably from her being so distracted thinking about her books and barreling into her friend a few moments ago. The light brush of fingers through her hair and that teasing caress of her ear calming her worries a touch and sending a small jolt of excitement racing through her veins. It wasn't her fault, she couldn't help how sensitive her ears were and the way it made her blood start pounding. Tilting her head slightly to prolong the contact the soft warmth of her lips would graze Scar's inner wrist as she smiled gently. "It's a good thing we're stuck with each other now then isn't it? Can almost feel bad for the poor boys" flashing a bright eye'd wink she'd sweep up her glass of wine and taking a soft sip. This bottle much more agreeable to her palate.<br><br>Listening intently as something serious crossed her best friends face it took all the control she could suddenly muster not to spray the poor woman with a mouthful of wine at the random and shocking request. Coughing softly, she was forced to put her wine back down before she spilled it as she struggled to get control of her breathing again. At first she thought she'd heard her friend wrong but now, by that intent studying look in those beautiful eyes that had always been there for her there was no mistake. Slowly the thought built momentum as she took a careful sip of wine again to by herself some time to think.<br><br>A naked soak in the hot tub sounded fun, and the thought of being with either Martin or Scar would be quite enjoyable and exciting. Though if she'd been asked before Marty came along she probably would have completely chickened out and just gone and read a book in the living room or something. "Umm,...what about the boys?" That wasn't exactly what she had meant to ask but was the best she could manage as she was regaining her wits. Maybe it was the wine but she still hadn't shook how good it had felt to have Scar's body pressed to hers in the hallway. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the fact she was standing in the kitchen of their new home with out any panties and her freshly fucked pussy still tingled with need after her boyfriends subtle grope. <br><br>"If you and everyone else is ok with it I suppose, but we're totally doing shots or something before hand ok? I don't think this is going to cut it" Waggling her wine glass she took a long college style draw of the alcohol before refilling her glass. Did she really just agree to it? Martin definitely was having an affect on her and bringing out the naughtier side to their sex life. She was sure he'd absolutely go for it, but she'd make a point of reassuring him that everything was great between the two of them. He could be very gentlemanly and concerned at times. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>31-10-2018, 09:19:45</strong>
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				Scar couldn't help the laugh that burst from her seeing her friends reaction to her suggession. Never before had she managed to shock her so and Scar had talked her into a fair number of things. Sarah asked about the boys and Scar just smiled as if to say 'what about them?' Letting Sarah work through the idea some more. Scar knew when to push and when to wait when it came to getting Sarah to do new and exciting things. Slowly she agreed though it was genitive and she demanded fortification before hand.scar gave a light laugh sipping her wine as Sarah drank down hers.<br><br>"You shouldn't be so worried love, it's a euro bonding thing. We both like to be able to be comfortable at home, thought this was a good way to break the ice and get everyone comfortable with each other quickly. It won't be titilating to see someone changing through one of these massive windows if we've already seen each other naked." Scar said with an easy shrug taking another sip of her wine before setting the glass down and taking Sarah's hand, weaving her fingers through Sarah's like she'd done so many countless tines before, "Think about it, talk to Martin. Just because Puck and I like the idea doesn't mean you have to ok." She said rubbing her thumb along the back of her hand. Absently she couldn't help but notice how soft her hands were&nbsp; and wonder why she'd never noticed before. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>31-10-2018, 16:06:37</strong>
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				Finishing the last box Martin looks at Puck for a moment as if he had grown a second head. <strong> Tou and Scar talked about having Sara and Me skinny dip in the hot tub with you guys. Are you trying to pull a joke dude, like the time you got half the guys to strip down and rush old man Johnson's pool, by telling them the Harris twins where skinny dipping there? </strong> <br><br>Chuckling at his friends crazy sense of humor Martin picked up the last of his beer and downed it in one swallow. <strong> But I will say it would put to rest which one of us got the better model, I know Sara would win hands down but you know looking is not exactly a bad thing.</strong> <br><br>Moving the broke down boxes to the already growing pile he looked at Puck for a moment and smiled <strong>” I will tell you what I have no issues with it, I have been to Europe, but if Sara comes to me and ask me with out coaching I will do it. Because I am not screwing things up with her. Deal oh lord of the wild</strong> Picking on his friends name he hoped he would get the seriousness that he put I his feelings for Sara as well as placing the gantlet down for this adventure at his friends feet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>31-10-2018, 18:51:20</strong>
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				He burst into nearly girlish giggles as he reminded some of his highschool shenanigans. Oh, Puck had certainly lived up to his namesake's reputation for causing mischief and mayhem. But when his amusement subsides, he gives a very serious look to his friend; quiet, calm, contemplative.<br><br>"Mhm, don't think I haven't caught your eyes wandering. Of course, mine do, too."&nbsp; He admitted it in his casual, carefree way. "Glass-sees are meant for seeing, hey?" Glass-sees being a reference to eyeballs pulled out of A Clockwork Orange; the book, and the movie, are both in his collection of things. "But yeah. No pressure. It was my idea, but if even one person isn't good with it, I don't mind striking it and coming up with something else." <br><br>He cared, and he spoke plainly from his heart. He wanted everybody to be happy, and that also meant that people needed to be comfortable with each other. "Hmm, Lord of the Wild." Oh no, he's got an idea cooking in his head. "I wonder if we can convert Lord of the Flies to the stage..?" He mused, staring at the book of that name on his shelf. "We'll need music, though, if we make the hot tub thing happen." Switching tracks again.<br><br>"Oh." He pats down his pockets, frowns, and goes to look through his things again; eventually emerging with a large, coffin shaped flask with a top-hat wearing, cigar-smoking skeleton on it. It was from that one year where he experimented with being Goth. He swishes it around, and listens to the liquid within. "I still have candy vodka. Excellent." This may dredge up memories of college shenanigans.<br><br>Puck, in his second year at college, had dragged Marty off to a mixed party; a Halloween one, at that.&nbsp; He'd gone around dressed as the eery, eye-less skeleton, and tempted people into taking shots from an old, green glass jug--like a moonshine jug--and the contents of the jug had been something he spent a long time working on. He'd gotten some good, high quality vodka off the shelf, soaked it in cherry candies, filtered it about a half dozen times... and oh yeah, there was the part where he had used freeze distillation to turn 80 proof vodka into something close to 150 proof; about 75% ABV. <br><br>He still has a flask of the stuff, clearly. Needless to say, the potent shooters had put some people down for the count... and it was so deceptive, too, because it tasted just like drinkin' candy for the first moment... then you got hit with the burn.&nbsp; Funny thing about that party, too; Puck had consumed only a small amount of his own brew, not even a half shot, and avoided all other drinks that evening. So odd that he was practically a teetotaller, yet he'd go and make something so outrageously, somewhat dangerously, alcoholic. "Pretty sure this stuff lasts forever. It'll certainly help everyone relax, if we need it." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>01-11-2018, 00:17:15</strong>
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				Taking a seat on a lone sturdy box Martin grins at Puck, <strong> Yes while that Is true, I have never once thought how could I get my target naked.</strong> As his friend continued on with his unpacking Martin wondered if Sara was truly more adventurous then she led on. <br><br>Seeing the flask and remembering its content Martin held his hand up <strong> You said that was all gone, Puck you are not giving Sara any of that, That shit was heavy enough to knock out the center of our foot ball team, plus if you remember It is octane enough to be set on fire.</strong> The last word stated like a warning as the burning shot glasses still etched into his minds eye. <br><br>As he pauses for a moment Pucks idea strikes him <strong>” Didn't Nigel Williams already adapt the book for stage, why dont I simply reach out and see if the theater can obtain the rights to the play on a limited run, it would be cheaper then having to fight for intellectual property rights, plus then you would only have to score it, what do you say, plus we may need to go find the girls you know there is a second bedroom here who knows what they could be up too</strong> Raising an eyebrow at his friend Martin heads towards the kitchen. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostWind</strong> on <strong>02-11-2018, 16:38:09</strong>
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				Weaving her fingers with Scars as their thumbs lightly stroked and caressed one another she felt her heart rate slowing a little as the shocking suggestion slowly settled in her mind. Never in a million years would she ever have been confident to do something like this on her own, let alone to approach even Scar with the proposal. Her heart went out to her best friend for having the courage to bring it up and it sounded like it was something she and Puck really wanted to do. Marty would be all for it she figured and Scar obviously was too so that just left Puck and herself for her to truly know but then again she was sure those two had already worked everything out. That just left her, to either be the usual stick in the mud she'd grown up to be or venture into the world of new, exciting and definitely uncomfortable.<br><br>"If Marty's alright with it then we should, It'll be fun right? Just, don't be mad if he isn't up for it. Not too sure how he'd feel with his best friend being there with me, boys can get strange sometimes" Flashing a nervous smile she'd steal another sip of wine, surprised at how much she'd pounded to brace herself at the initial suggestion. Oddly enough she felt no jealousy at the potential for Scar to draw her boyfriends attention and appreciative eye. She supposed there was several reasons for that and not least among them was that Scar looked damn good in and out of clothes. Even if they hadn't of explored and enjoyed on another in the past Sarah had to admit she'd stolen more than a few of her own quick glances when the other woman was going about her way.<br><br>Leaning in her lips would brush the soft smooth skin of her friends cheek, the warm puff of air stirring loose tendrils of silken strands around Scar's ear. "Thank you for trusting in us enough to ask babe. Love you" with fingers still entwined she'd wrap her other arm gently around her bestie and squeeze affectionately, wanting to reassure Scar that everything was perfectly fine between them. It had to be near terrifying to make such a bold suggestion, especially to someone as shy and withdrawn as she was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>04-11-2018, 14:11:17</strong>
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				He hmm'd quietly, and made some small readjustments here and there; with the books and the masks. As per usual, there's an order to everything he does, but it's entirely unorthodox, and at a mere glance, might be mistaken for clutter. Also, he gets to work setting up his little standing laptop section, with the zombie stripper bobble head right next to it; just like it always was. "I said the bottle was gone. I never mentioned having a flask in reserve." He corrected his friend, and really, this is just a fine example of how Puck never lies, but uses the truth creatively. He'd started that night with an entire bottle of the stuff. At the end of the night, the bottle was empty; no lie! It's just that what remained had been enough to fill the flask.<br><br>Being told it could ignite stuff made him laugh. "Yeah, flaming shooters are a thing. Actually a good thing, if you think about it, since it's the alcohol content being burned off. Makes it weaker. Also, pretty colors. Totally safe if you know how to do it, too. But you know, one of my buddies was a fire breather, so I picked up a few tricks from him." Puck liked fire, though in his own words, he was a responsible pyro. There was that one time he put 91% rubbing alcohol in his hand, and set it on fire; and managed to neither start a fire or burn himself, as he had been as deliberate in its application and execution as he was with everything. He's an excellent study in contrasts for this reason; so whimsical at a glance, yet everything seems to be calculated down to the last cent, so to speak, when it actually came to doing anything. "Huh. I wonder where Ol' Dragon Breath got off to. He did always want to join Cirque Du Soleil.<br><br>He gave a shrug as he thought about the name. "Nigel, Nigel..." He went to his bookshelf, and grabbed something from the top, that was the one out of place thing; an old notebook of his, going all the way back to his senior year of high school, containing all sorts of lurid details, but also reminders about school events, pranks plotted [many of which were never executed], field trip reminders, and notes about all sorts of various things, with only dates to give any semblance of order to his notes."2013 sound right to you? You're right, he did make a stage adaptation." A pause. "We'd only be running it a full week. Think you can do some of your magic for me, buddy? I'll owe ya one. Front row tickets for you and your gal if you'd like, or something else." This is pretty standard with Puck. He made favor-for-favor deals all the time, but he was always consistent in making sure they were paid off; that he did his part. <br><br>The idea of the girls being up to something made mischief gleam in his eyes. "Reminds me of the Frat panty raid. Were you there for that one?" He followed after his buddy, quiet as a mouse; at least, once his lips stopped moving, he became as quiet as a mouse. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>04-11-2018, 16:03:47</strong>
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				Listening to his friend he simply shook his head, Puck had a way of twisting facts to fit his need, but he sometimes forgot truth was in the perception of the idea of truth. <strong>”and while you make a good point, if even a drop of that touches Saras lips we will be reliving Stacey Edwards party got me. </strong> Martin knew his friend would remember that party, it was one of the only times Martin had gotten into a fight to fight, of course walking in on your girlfriend with the art director had helped, Martin walked away from the party single, a busted lip and broke tooth, the art director had to be carried out, thankful he never pressed charges.<br><br>While his friend was chaotic like the winds direction Martin had always tried to be steadfast, resolute and grounded he always figured it was what made them such a great team even threw it all. So as Puck asked about the Raid he chuckled <strong>you know damn well I was till the very end when campus security hauled you, Martin zinger and that foreign exchange student what was his name cho Woo in after they caught you up that tree, and Zing tried to us my ID while booking. Which I didn’t know till I came to throw your bail, which ended up with me on the floor for what they thought was attempted jail break. By the way have you told Scar about your life in the little house.</strong><br>Smiling as he reminisced over their crazy antics he wondered if the girls had any such wild tales and if so would they be as hard pressed to reveal them as him and puck would be. As the subject worked to the play Martin looked at his friend for a moment before nodding <strong> That depends do you still have the Mad Max #102? If you do I think I can get it for a thirty day run with the score for the musical numbers, but you know you will need to clear at least 75% seating to clear the take. Plus you know I can get Hamilton a lot easier and the tickets are flying off the shelf.</strong> <br>Knowing his friend would balk at giving up the Stanley cup of their friendship would let him know if Puck was serious on this play Martin waited. They had went halves on the Mad Max 102 in high school, mad max versus Ghost rider. It had cost them a quarter a piece but at current market it was worth a few hundred dollars but the two had used it as a sovern piece since they had, owned it. <br>As he waited Martin wondered what the girls where up to as they had been gone for the wine a bit of time now.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>06-11-2018, 06:35:17</strong>
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				Scar watched as Sarah further adjusted to the idea sipping her wine as she processed the whole thing. She knew Sarah had really agreed when she leaned in and brushed soft lips to Scars cheek. It was a normal gesture between the two, but in that moment for Scar at least it didn't feel quiet as platonic as it should. Sarah's soft words caused Scar to smile as. Sarah gave her a soft half hug and Scar leaned in to her resting her head on Sarah's shoulder. <br><br>For a moment Scar simply closed her eyes and breathed in the familiar scent of her skin. For that breath of time she basked in the pleasure of cuddling with her. After a moment she took a deep breath and opened her eyes. "I'll always trust you love." She said kissing Sarah on the cheek before picking up her glass of wine and taking a measured drink. She considered moving away but didn't want to and for Scar it was as simple as that. She fit against Sarah as if she belonged there, a part of her always felt she did belong with Sarah. They were like puzzle pieces, they simply fit. <br><br>It was getting later and Scar was getting sleepy. Wine did that too her if it had been a tiring day and even though it wasn't like hiking in the African heat the stresses of the day had taken thier toll on Scar. Soft sleepy eyes spotted the fireplace and the vague idea that they needed a fluffy rug to put in front of it. Stretching out and cuddling with Sarah in front of the fire sounded divine right now, especially if the two boys would join, it would be like a puppy pile. "We need a fluffy carpet for the fireplace" she mused allowed sipping her wine as she smiled contently, happy. "Or maybe floor pillows or both" she said further musing, "we'll have to go shopping later this week." She continued to ramble as she often did when tired, "I wanna get us some new home lingerie too." Scar remarked, she had a bit of a thing for the risque clothing since her mom banned lacy bras in high school, this wouldn't be the first time she'd brought Sarah along to by lingerie together.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>08-11-2018, 03:39:11</strong>
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				He sucks in a big lungful of air, which is a sign of things to come; the loudest and most dramatically exaggerated sigh imaginable. "Fiiiine. I'll keep the infernal concoction for another time." In a quieter voice, as he put the flask away some place hidden, he added "Alas, poor infernal concoction. I knew it, Marty, a drink of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy." Totally spoofing Hamlet's 'Alas, poor Yorick'. <br><br>Once that was away, DVDs had to be sorted. He only had a handful of them, and it's... interesting, as apparently there are only three things in his collection; Romero's classic 'Of the Dead' series, both the old ones and the remakes, all sorts of Monty Python stuff, and... Spaghetti Westerns. "Ahh, they got Woo, too? I thought he'd given them the slip." &nbsp;Puck had totally tried to run interference, but campus security was on to his shenanigans. He'd been complacent that day; but it also made him re-write his 'play book' for escapades and shenanigans.<br><br>A quiet pause. "I can neither confirm nor deny that she knows of my long and varied acts of mayhem, atrocity, shenanigans, wacky hijinxs, and tom-foolery." Which is Puck speak for 'I forget what I have and haven't told her', which frequently happened, because he just had such a crazy life; too many stories to tell, not enough days in the week, and hours in the day to tell 'em all. "I still have it, somewhere. It's still gonna take me another day or two to get everything settled. Rome wasn't burnt in a day, after all." Most people said built. He said burnt; probably an allusion to his 'chaotic' organizational style, and the chaos that would come with a burning city. But of course, the comic being such a small, yet strangely important part of their relationship, wherever it is, it was in good condition. Protected with dust covers and everything. <br><br>"Methinks the women-folk have not been cautious with the wine." He went to his mask collection, and found one that resembled the Cheshire Cat (https://i.etsystatic.com/17672149/r/il/eadbc0/1670908463/il_570xN.1670908463_1zbp.jpg). It was one he'd picked up for Halloween a long time ago, and sure it was cheap and starting to show its age, but he was always attached to every single mask he'd acquired... and while he might always go by the nom de guerre of Puck, one could probably find many ways to relate him to that damnably grinning cat.<br><br>He lets out a low, lilting, hissing laughter at his friend, and moves to slink right by him; foot steps smooth, quiet, calculated. Sneaky as a freakin' cat; as he liked to joke with Scar, <em>sometimes, people don't know I'm there until I'm rubbing up against their leg.</em> He was en route to the kitchen, and would slowly peek just his head in, so that only the mask could be glimpsed... for all of a moment, blink and you'll miss it. He just sees the two together, and having a moment, and just as stealthily as he had snuck up on them, he retreated to the living room, and sprawled out on the floor, in front of the fire place. <br><br>And yes, he keeps the mask on. Staring down the hallway. He's even folded his hands, and rested his chin on them, as a cat might do; belly to the ground, legs slightly sprawled apart. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostWind</strong> on <strong>10-11-2018, 08:01:28</strong>
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				A mixture of exhaustion, wine and the heat of Scar's body against hers made time seem to slow as she settled in and finally began to truly relax after the hectic day they had all had. Her scattered thoughts still chewed lightly on her friends suggestion but she knew she was committed now. No going back on it and if she was going to be halfway honest with herself the idea was thrilling in its own. As her best friend nuzzled in close she couldn't help the small sigh that slipped from her lips as she relaxed against the edge of the counter and kept an arm slipped around the slender waist. Fingertips idly stroking Scar's side as she took another sip and glanced in the direction of the fireplace. A giant fluffy rug and pillows would be perfect, way better than the air mattress they'd all tried to cram onto one night for some silly movie the boys had wanted to watch so long ago. "That would be great, though nothing that looks like real fur please, those always seemed weird ya know?"<br><br>Feeling her friends body shift slightly, the pressure and weight growing as she looked over and was met by those beautiful and drowsy eyes she smiled and planted a soft kiss against the silky strands of her hair. "Us eh? Sounds like those boys are gonna be in trouble if we're having a shopping trip". Polishing off the last of the wine in her glass she went to set it down on the counter, the clink a bit harder than she intended as she fought back a completely unprovoked giggle. The counter's surface felt refreshingly cool to her touch as she steadied them both a bit more and closed her eyes. The darkness only making the world tilt ever so slightly off kilter. "oh girl, that was some strong wine you poured. How bout we leave the boys to their comic book collections or whatever they're up for and stretch out?"<br><br>Starting for the living room with Scar in tow if she so chose to follow, she'd pad barefoot across the cool floor a bit unsteadily. Eyes mostly on the welcoming white couch full of pillows that were just beckoning to swallow her in their softness as she flopped down on the end. Her attention mostly directed on Scar before slowly drifting towards something out of the corner of her eye that was half blurry through the glass coffee table that separated them before squeaking and whipping a throw pillow at the distorted image. The pillow's flight knocking a wooden tray from the table as they both bounced off the glass&nbsp; and littered the floor. Glowering at Puck's mask clad visage she'd slowly uncoil herself from where she'd shoved back into the cushions "there's something seriously loose in your mans head girl"
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>11-11-2018, 18:35:06</strong>
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				He continued to watch Sarah as she came out, and he just... sat there. As a cat might. Hard to tell what his expression is like, since the mask covered everything but his eyes, and they shone with mischief; which was normal.&nbsp; When she seemingly ignores him, he gets the reasonable impression that she is pretty tipsy. It was just as he was going to remove his mask--potentially the movement drawing her attention--that she decided to put the 'throw' in 'throw pillow.'<br><br>He didn't even flinch. Getting things thrown at him was kind of usual, given his propensities. He does, however, dutifully go about picking up everything, and putting it back where it had been originally. "Oh, she can't help that. We're all mad here. I'm mad, you're mad, Marty's mad, she's mad." When he says 'she's', he points his thumb off towards Scar's general vicinity. "If playful Puck has offended, think but this, and all is mended; that you have but slumbered here, while these visions did appear." As per his usual, he's putting his own twist on Shakespearian quotations, adapting them to suit the particular situation he is in. He does this a lot, especially when he is in a playful mood. Which he is; he probably should be tired, but he felt strangely wired. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>12-11-2018, 02:19:49</strong>
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				To Scars fuzzy mind laying down just for a moment sounded wonderful. Sarah drifted away a step or two and Scar finished her glass of wine, rinsing out the glasses and putting them away before following after her. She was a bit tipsy from the wine but she was tired enough that it was having more of an effect then it would normally. While Puck didn't care for alcohol Scar often drank socially or have a glass of wine with dinner. A couple glasses of wine generally had little effect save relaxing her a bit.<br><br>She entered the living room just in time to see Sarah toss a pillow at a figure in the shadows the materialized into Puck in one of his silly masks. Scar giggled covering her grinning lips with the back of her hand as if to cover the amused sound as Sarah made her exclamation. She shook her head bemused dropping her hand as Puck spoke in his whimsical way of his. "You startled her love." She said closing the distance between them and reaching up to run her fingers through his Hair as if he were the cat his mask portrayed. She smiled at the spilled texture of his Hair and for a moment just got distracted looking at his eyes framed by the cartoony mask. <br><br>Catching herself Scar smiled and took his hand tugging him towards Sarah and the couch light, "come cuddle with me." She said her tone soft and pleading as she let go of his hand and joined Sarah on the couch pushing aside a pillow to clear a spot on the other side of her so Puck could join them, hopefully without upsetting Sarah anymore.&nbsp; Settling back into the couch Scar pulled the elastic from her hair, setting the heavy curly mass free to settle comfortable around her shoulder. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: From Friends To Family_IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ingexthefuryhunter1</strong> on <strong>12-11-2018, 03:54:22</strong>
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				Letting Puck have his fun Martin looked at the&nbsp; hallway as a crazy idea comes to him. As Puck played the cat Martin smiled as he observed the interaction from his spot. He waited for Scar to pull on Puck before he held himself steady in his darkened area as he spoke in the low narrator voice he had aquired in helping Puck with his theater production. <strong>”of night, and playful mirth, does the Fey Puck be made, Speak are thy a spirit of light, or an abomination of darkness, did thy come to protect or seduce into sin the daughters of eve? Speak creature for with darkness and nothing do thy speak.</strong><br><br>Looking down at Puck from his perch he waited for his friend to rise to the bait. He glanced over at Sarah and knew she was drunk, not tipsy but drunk. Which meant he would be taking her to bed soon so she could rest.<br><br><br><br>
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