We Have Nothing In Common, Let's Kiss [rockstar217 & Hemingway]
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				Title: <strong>We Have Nothing In Common, Let's Kiss [rockstar217 &amp; Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 02:44:15</strong>
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				Brittany and Morgan hadn't known each other for more than a few weeks, and suddenly, they were both on the living room floor of an apartment they now shared, unpacking their respective boxes.<br><br>A mutual friend had taken Brittany to see Morgan's band play a small gig, and introduced them. The two had next to nothing in common, yet somehow they'd clicked, and it wasn't long before they were joined at the lips. Morgan's lips, with her snakebites, and a simple stud in between, pressed against Brittany's, nearly every moment they spent together. Their friends didn't understand, but were either happy with the arrangement, or completely dumbfounded. Either way, nobody complained.<br><br>When it turned out they were both looking for a new place to stay, the opportunity had been too good to pass up. They'd even gone all the way and gotten a double bed, before even finding out how well they went together in one. Instinct told Morgan that Brittany would probably have to be introduced to more exciting bedroom antics gradually. Looking over the contents of the box in her lap, she decided it was probably best not to show, just slide it under the bed and leave it there until later. A selection of toys like that, Morgan figured, might give Brittany the wrong idea.<br><br>Morgan looked up from the box she was unpacking, and grinned at Brittany. "I'm just gonna take this right to the bedroom. I'll be right back, okay?" she said, cheerfully, and got up with the box. She returned a moment later, sitting down on their couch, deciding to take a break.<br><br>"I've got that gig tonight, that I told you about. I know you're working tomorrow, so don't worry about staying up and waiting, okay?" she said, still smiling, practically chirping. "I promise I'll be quiet when I get back!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Nothing In Common, Let's Kiss [rockstar217 &amp; Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rockstar217</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 03:32:23</strong>
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				Brittany knew the people at work were talking about her much the same as they always had.&nbsp; Ever since she'd started in her job as a secretary in one of the large business centers in the middle of the city, Brittany had been their favorite thing to talk about over lunch. About how they wanted to "get to know" her or "take her out for dessert" at first.&nbsp; But as she'd been there longer and not taken up a single one of the well-dressed men on their offers for dates and other types of social outings, they quickly changed their minds from those to wanting to bend her over the desk and corrupt her.&nbsp; <br><br>When one of her coworkers had run into her out for coffee with Morgan one evening, holding hands on top of the table and talking to each other like there was no one else in the room, the news had spread like wildfire. The next morning the men were all still looking at her hungrily, but now they spoke in hushed whispers about wanting to join... Or maybe how they were wrong and that Brittany would be the one corrupting them. <br><br>But, her job wasn't all sexual harassment and gossip.&nbsp; The older man she worked for directly was sweet and always managed to look out for Brittany when men would ogle her in the office, often standing between her and the man in question.&nbsp; Besides, the hours were great and the pay couldn't be matched by anyone else that was hiring at the moment, so she would put up with the occasional eyes straining to see down her shirt and get a glimpse at her 32 Cs.&nbsp; It was all rather flattering. <br><br>She was digging through her boxes on the floor, sitting in a comfortable silence with Morgan on the other side of the room. The thing she hated most about moving was the unpacking process.&nbsp; Brittany was tempted just to shove all of her boxes in the hall closet and leave everything packed forever... Or at least until she needed something from one of the boxes.&nbsp; She nodded as Morgan disappeared into the bedroom; her roommate was making much more progress on her belongings than Brittany was with hers.&nbsp; Of course, Brittany also had all night... And Morgan had a gig to play that evening, so she needed to get her stuff done faster.<br><br>Brittany smiled at the promise of quiet when she came in at whatever ungodly hour she would be returning, but she couldn't hide that she was a little disappointed that she would be spending the majority of her time asleep in their bed for the first night, alone.<br><br>"Wish you didn't have to go," she admitted, closing up the box that she had been digging through for the last twenty minutes.&nbsp; Why did she even keep this stuff? There was most certainly going to be a trip to Good Will in her near future.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Nothing In Common, Let's Kiss [rockstar217 &amp; Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 22:18:34</strong>
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				Morgan pouted slightly, hearing the disappointment in Brittany's voice. But as though a switch was thrown in her mind, she lit up, her ridiculous pout turning to a smile, and her heavily tattooed arms reaching out for Brittany, motioning for her to come closer. "Come here, baby," she said, her voice sweet and playful. "I'm not leaving yet. You could be spending that time cuddling your girlfriend. Besides," she said, her smile turning to a crooked smirk, as her eyes moved to the box, "you're never going to finish unpacking. You must've brought about ten times as many boxes as I, and you haven't even gotten as far as me!" <br><br>She giggled quietly, and pulled her feet up into the couch, as she waited for Brittany to join her.<br><br>Hours later, she was on stage, playing bass guitar for her band. They were a moderately successful group, the kind with much promise, and virtually no exposure to the mainstream. Morgan looked – as did all the members of the all-girl band – every bit the part of the grunge-punk-rock band girl. Alongside the band girls, Brittany would've stuck out like a sore thumb.<br><br>When the show ended, and the band gathered, the other members were surprised to learn that Morgan had actually been serious when she'd told them she was going home right afterward. "Gotta get back to the wife, or she'll be in trouble," one of them teased. Morgan simply grinned, gave them the middle finger, and left them to enjoy the rest of the night, and the better part of the next morning. She meant to spend that time in bed with sleeping beauty.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Nothing In Common, Let's Kiss [rockstar217 &amp; Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rockstar217</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 02:02:50</strong>
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				Brittany smiled at the suggestion to cuddle with Morgan and stood up, quickly abandoning the boxes on the floor for the person on the couch. She climbed up in front of her and wiggled her way in between her legs before leaning back and resting her head on the front of Morgan's shoulder. "Cuddle away," she said with a small laugh.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"I'll finish eventually," she sighed. "I just... I hate unpacking more than anything. But I'll get it done, just you watch. I'll have the living room empty of all my boxes by the time you get home tonight." It was going to be a challenge, for sure, there were still at least eight untouched boxes that belonged to Brittany in the space that was their living room and dining room area and she would only have a few hours to finish it all in... But, it would be just the distraction she would be needing to keep her mind off the fact that she was sitting in her brand new apartment completely alone. <br><br><br>As tough as she thought it was going to be, Brittany did manage to unpack all of her boxes that were still in the living and dining room areas of the apartment and even started in on the stuff that belonged to her in the bedroom, tackling all of her clothes and filling her half of the closet and the dresser before jumping in the shower to rid herself off the dust, dirt, and grime that touching all of that stuff left on her skin. <br><br>There was one box left in the corner that contained all of the things that were still in a good enough condition that she could give it away and someone would still be able to find a use for it.&nbsp; When Brittany climbed into bed -- about the time she figured Morgan's show would be ending -- wearing just a pair of panties and an over sized t-shirt. She was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Nothing In Common, Let's Kiss [rockstar217 &amp; Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 01:07:49</strong>
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				By the time Morgan finally walked through the door of their new apartment, Brittany – and any sane, normal person – would long since have gone to bed. She tried to slip quietly out of her shoes, and to the bathroom, but even the slightest sounds of her shoes against the floor, to her sounded loud enough to wake the entire building.<br><br>It was such a strange thing, coming home from a show in the small hours, everything quiet, but her ears ringing. She always felt tired, but too wired to sleep. It'd take her at least an hour of tossing around in bed before she'd be able to sleep, she knew that from past experience.<br><br>But standing beside their shared bed, watching Brittany sleep as she undressed to nothing but her t-shirt and boxer shorts, lying awake didn't seem all that bad. She crawled into bed beside Brittany, quietly, trying not to wake her. Once, she thought she saw her girlfriend stir in her sleep, and whispered, "don't mind me, baby."<br><br>Morgan settled next to Brittany, close enough to feel her, but far enough away to keep from risking it seeming inappropriate or awkward, and to keep from waking the sleeping girl.<br><br>Eventually, she did fall asleep, and would sleep well into the afternoon if Brittany didn't wake her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We Have Nothing In Common, Let's Kiss [rockstar217 &amp; Hemingway]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rockstar217</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 02:27:39</strong>
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				She only woke briefly when Morgan climbed into bed. She'd done well keeping quiet when she came home, just as she said she would. But, other than that one time, Brittany heard nothing at all until she woke the next morning sometime after ten. It was much later than she usually slept in, but after all of the physical exertion from moving, as well as the later than normal bed time the night before, Brittany thought she'd deserved to sleep in at least a little. <br><br>She crept out of bed soundlessly, trying to keep the bed as still as possible as she got out of it. Opening the dresser was harder than she'd thought it would be to do quietly, but she wanted a pair of shorts to lounge around in, so she thought it was necessary to do it, regardless of the noises the drawer made sliding in and out of place. <br><br>Brittany pulled the bedroom door almost all the way closed behind her before making her way into the kitchen to whip up a batch of pancakes, some eggs, and bacon for the two of them. If the smells and sounds of breakfast cooking in the other room didn't wake Morgan, having Brittany bring the food to her in bed wouldn't give her any choice. 
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