Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )
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				Title: <strong>Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeandspace</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 07:28:00</strong>
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				Aaron paced along the sidewalk, kicking small pebbles off his treadway.&nbsp; He was supposed to meet a female friend of his today at the crossing of the fountain-way and the carriage walk.&nbsp; &nbsp;An hour had passed and standing for a moment at the intersection, Aaron settled his breath.&nbsp; The fountain had lived up to its part of the bargain, as it typically does.&nbsp; The flowing water wound its way down the base of the statue into the pond as it pumped gallons of liquid into the city drains.<br><br>Aaron looked around.&nbsp; People with strollers and screaming babies, shoulder bags of goods, and backpacks on their shoulders, adorned the street.&nbsp; He sighed, waiting for her to arrive.&nbsp; He'd been seeing this girl for a few months now.&nbsp; So many discussions had aired past his and her lips.&nbsp; 'When do you want to talk about moving in together?', apprehensively, for one.<br><br>Those seemed like such pertinent topics...&nbsp; Things which were worth social discussion...&nbsp; However, perhaps he was moving too quickly.&nbsp; He contemplated solemnly.<br><br>What he and this girl had been speaking to each other about in the past few days was beyond social.&nbsp; He wasn't sure who proposed it but he was indeed sure that it was appealing to him.&nbsp; &nbsp; He was particularly sure he wanted it to happen, but he wasn't sure that she had a firm grasp on her confidence regarding the matter.&nbsp; After all, bringing the physical to the social was always a big question mark.&nbsp; What "it" was, was a public display of their affection...<br><br>Just then, he saw her walking down a path toward him.&nbsp; He smiled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ohnojenny</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 08:29:25</strong>
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				The damned bus was late again. Not only was it late, but for some reason from her house all the way to the park, at least one person wanted to get off at each stop. It was enough to drive her up the walls, but what was she to do...<br><br>Emily had a million thoughts racing through her head, anyway, and although her mind wasn't completely at peace, it was a lot better than it was an hour ago. She and Aaron had met in the wakening of Spring -- something about that time of year just had couples sprouting everywhere. Except, this wasn't the usual relationship. Sure, they had hit it off pretty quickly, but they just had a special chemistry. Most couples had ended their runs from the time they started dating, but their relationship only seemed to be getting stronger. To the point where they had already discussed possibly moving in together.<br><br>Okay, maybe that was fast. But she was comfortable with him. Perhaps, too comfortable. They'd talk about the most random and inappropriate situations sometimes. Out in public, too. Enough to make her blush and stutter. Lately, he's been persistent in an overt public display of affection. Emily wasn't so sure how she felt about it -- she was just seen as so prim and proper. What if someone saw them? What if someone saw her?<br><br>She was walking down the final stretch to the fountain that they usually met at. And there he was. As loyal as ever. He really was different...<br><br>"Aaron! I'm sorry I'm late. The bus wasn't on schedule, and everyone knew I needed to get off a million stops away and decided to make it extra long for me by making sure we stopped at every stop beforehand..." she trailed off, still feeling guilty for making him wait so long. She smiled at him, wondering what topics they'd get into today, "Shall we take a little stroll through the park?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeandspace</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 00:38:30</strong>
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				Winking as Emily walked up to him, Aaron pulled her into a kiss.&nbsp; The taste of vanilla tickled his tongue.&nbsp; "Chapstik?"&nbsp; he asked, taking her hand into his as they started to walk.&nbsp; "Your tardiness cost me 30 cents worth of wishing nickels" he teased, gesturing back at the fountain.&nbsp; "Bet you can't guess what I wished for."<br><br>The sun beamed, warm and inviting, low in the afternoon sky.&nbsp; A cool breeze jaunted through the leaves of a nearby tree, whispering "September" in the still summer air.&nbsp; Sounds of the crowds and the city diminished behind them as they walked further into the park.&nbsp; <br><br>Aaron stooped and plucked a daisy, placing it snugly behind Emily's ear.&nbsp; Aaron had shorter, dark hair.&nbsp; His emerald green eyes complimented the foliage littering the park, and despite his athletic physique he strode alongside Emily with quite a relaxed demeanor.&nbsp; His philosophy was, the world was just too much fun to be stressed at all hours of the day.<br><br>"I'm planning on trying a new recipe tonight, I think you'll like it.&nbsp; I'm using that eco-broth stuff I got from my sister last week in a new marinade.&nbsp; Hopefully we don't turn into celery stalks or something"&nbsp; Aaron joked, grinning.&nbsp; His hand wandered from the grip of hers, finding its way up her arm and across her back.&nbsp; He tucked his fingers under her other arm, pulling her closer to him.<br><br>"I'm excited about our trip next month.&nbsp; It's been ages since I've been to the lake."&nbsp; The small talk was the last thing on his mind after last night's discussion.&nbsp; He'd already worked up the courage, but he wasn't sure about Emily, how she felt about it.&nbsp; Aaron thought it was best to not push it.&nbsp; He looked around.&nbsp; A young woman sat on a park bench talking on her cell phone, another couple down the path a few yards in front of them were reading a placard next to a bronze statue of a man on a horse, adorned in a civil war uniform and raising his sword.&nbsp; He squeezed Emily tighter.&nbsp; "It's beautiful today."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ohnojenny</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 01:49:40</strong>
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				Emily couldn't help but giggle a little into the kiss -- Aaron's charm had that effect on her. She tapped a finger on her lips as he inquired about her wearing chapstick, he must have tasted vanilla. She leaned in and gave him quick, bright kiss on the lips as he took her hand, "I caught a smart one." A wide smile made itself happy on her face as she listened to him jest. She caught a funny one, apparently, too. And possibly a naughty one.<br><br>And such a gentleman. She lowered her gaze as he fit a daisy just behind her ear. Its white petals greatly contrasted with her dark locks, which were oddly tamed today. Her hair seemed to look best all on their own when she was expecting to see Aaron. She gave him a playful shove on the shoulder with a grin after the tender gesture, only to be pulled in by his firm but comforting arm. <br><br>"That's right, you're cooking tonight... should I be scared? Could it possibly kill me? And I don't mean your sister's eco-broth..." she gave a soft laugh and leaned into his shoulder as they walked, her hand running up his back then back down to fit in his back pocket. She wasn't alluding to anything... what they had talked about last night wasn't obviously still toying with her mind... would she be interested in something like that? She brushed the idea to the back of her mind -- how could she? It was so inappropriate! If she was caught -- well. Hmm.<br><br>"Would you believe me if I told you I had never been to a lake outside of an urban setting before?" she looked up at him as they continued to walk, admiring his features. How envious she was of his dark hair and bright, colored eyes combination. She felt so monochrome compared to that. So dull. Not very exciting. But, he found some appeal in her, obviously. Otherwise they wouldn't be talking about certain things so casually, yet cautiously. She wanted to tell him "You're beautiful" at the expense of sounding cheesy. It would give him a smile at least. And did she love his smile. <br><br>Emily's eyes wandered away from his to take in their surroundings. The grass was wonderfully green, and the sun couldn't have shined any differently to be just as comfortable. She didn't take too well for extremes, and perhaps this day was a bit hotter than usual, but her yellow summer dress was light enough for her to be cool enough. <br>She spotted a group of children chasing each other, and how it brought her back. Smiling at an idea, she leaned up on her tip toes and whispered in Aaron's ear:<br><br>"I brought a surprise for you..." and just then she pulled back from his grasp and bit her lip, her eyes never leaving his, a hand holding tightly to the strap on her shoulder that her purse hanged off of, "But you'll have to catch me to get it!" And with a quick spin on her heel, she sped off onto the grass toward a section with a greater abundance of trees. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeandspace</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 17:16:08</strong>
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				Aaron welcomed her affection, holding her against his lips for a bit longer when she offered the second kiss.&nbsp; "I promise you Em, I'm not planning your demise through my cooking.&nbsp; I'm far more creative than that."&nbsp; He gave her a silly, toothy, quasi-evil grin.<br><br>"You'll love it at the lake.&nbsp; Hopefully the swans will be out and about when we go.&nbsp; Just no geese.&nbsp; I remember back when I was younger, one of those birds chasing me down the bank of Bear river"&nbsp; Aaron mused.<br><br>Walking along, he admired the contrast the white and yellow daisy offered when laid against Emily's dark hair.&nbsp; Her eyes shone, onyx gems on the canvas of her lovely face.&nbsp; Aaron regularly lost himself in those eyes, during waking moments and nighttime fantasies.&nbsp; The sun dress hung lazily on her body.&nbsp; Aaron loved her style, simple and beautiful.<br><br>There was a lone cloud in the sky, watching the couple wander through the park.&nbsp; Aaron saw Emily glance over at a group of children.&nbsp; She slowed, leaning toward him.&nbsp; He herd her whisper, watched the playful lip bite he loved so much, and took off running!<br><br>Aaron stood for a moment.&nbsp; Emily kept his gaze as she raced down a small hill into the trees.&nbsp; He couldn't help but smile again.&nbsp; "All you had to do was say no!"&nbsp; Aaron shouted playfully.&nbsp; The other nearby couple glanced over with a puzzled look on their face as he took off after the woman he'd been walking with.<br><br>They ran, dodging trees and hopping over roots, her laughing echoing under the canopy.&nbsp; The yellow fabric of her dress flailed in the wind, a colorful beacon Aaron kept his eyes locked on.&nbsp; Eventually, catching up with her, he gently wrapped his arms around her body, spinning, falling and landing on his back.&nbsp; Aaron grunted amongst the gasping laughs as the air was knocked out of him.&nbsp; They laid there laughing, "You let me catch you didn't you?" He found her ribs with his fingers, tickling her through the dress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ohnojenny</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 18:02:08</strong>
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				Emily rolled her eyes and grinned as she picked up on what Aaron had called after her. He would insinuate for those listening around them. He so would. Yet it wasn't a bad thing -- she found it quite appealing, actually. Letting people on to something that she may or may not be involved in, something possibly sensual. Possibly being indirectly caught in an otherwise graphic act. Possibly. Possibly. <em>Possibly...</em>&nbsp; <br><br>She had a good lead in front of him by the time he decided to start running. Emily knew he'd catch her eventually, it was inevitable; Aaron was quick on his feet, she just hoped the flurry of trees would give her an edge as she was the better at maneuvering. And it did, but not for as long as she would have hoped. Soon enough his footsteps rang as though they were just in time with her pulse, and she knew it was over. <br><br>With a playful yelp and a giggle, Emily clung on tightly to Aaron's arms around her waist as they spun and collapsed to the ground, her canvas bag falling a couple feet away from them. The position they were in was awkward enough, feeling as though her spine felt tough to him against his chest, but as long as he didn't seem to mind she was perfectly comfortable as they were. Her laughing subsided, as she tried to catch her breath, "Mmmmmmaybe..." Her smirk let off into a fit of laughter and shouts for Aaron to keep his tickling fingers away from her. She bucked and squirmed on top of him, which must have been undoubtedly uncomfortable now. Yet within a fraction of a second she had rolled off of him in an attempt to get away, slapping at his hands. He'd probably still persist -- she had a feeling he liked watching her squirm. <br><br>"Ha-ha-h-hee-eey! Cut it ahaaaaaa-out!" She finally caught hold of one of his hands and pinned it down, using this as leverage to straddle him and quickly reach for his other hand, doing just the same. He had his hands resting on either side of his head, leaving him in a compromising position. She could just as easily take revenge and go in for her tickle attack, but she chose a different tactic.<br><br>"Hey, now," she smirked, "You wouldn't want me to run from your grasp again, now, would you? You had just caught me..." She eyed him playfully, admiring his winded look from the chase and the fall. His eyes were especially vibrant beside the grass and beneath the hoard of leaves overhanging them. She could see her own reflection if she looked hard enough, "Or are you not in the mood for the sweet candy I brought for you? You can have it all... s'not my thing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeandspace</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 02:44:41</strong>
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				He could feel her pressing into his body.&nbsp; It was inexplicably comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time.&nbsp; Her hair tickled his nose.&nbsp; Inhaling, Aaron could smell the sweet scent of her vanilla shampoo.<br><br>She squirmed in his arms, begging for him to stop tickling her.&nbsp; Aaron persisted for a moment, enjoying the challenge.&nbsp; Emily was a fighter, even if she didn't realize it.&nbsp; She managed to pin his arm, surprising him as she flipped around, somehow ending up face to face.&nbsp; The problem was, she was on top... Or was it<br><br>He grinned ear to ear, looking up at the silhouette of her dark, curly hair framed by the blue sky.&nbsp; That single cloud crowned her head, making her look somewhat angelic.&nbsp; Aaron mused, comparing that thought to their discussions, noting the irony of his observation.&nbsp; "Oh I see how it is, you." He wrinkled his brow, giving her a playful scowl.<br><br>His breathing slowed and his visage softened.&nbsp; They shared a few moments staring into each other's eyes.&nbsp; "You know how much I love your sweet candy."&nbsp; Aaron looked around, no one was nearby.&nbsp; He placed his hand on her thigh, slowly carressing as he moved toward the lining of her dress.&nbsp; He smiled at her, as he lifted the edge of her dress with a finger.&nbsp; Her skin was warm, inviting. <br><br>He watched her eyes intensely.&nbsp; His heart rate increased as he moved his hand slowly forward, feeling the edge of her panties.&nbsp; As he slid a finger under the strap, he massaged the few inches from her hip to her inner thigh with varied pressure, waiting to see how she'd respond.<br><br>Birds sang to each other on the trees branches above, the footsteps of a jogger sounded from behind a nearby tree.&nbsp; Aaron continued massaging, "So, what else do you want for dinner tonight?"&nbsp; he asked, trying to deceive the jogger.
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				Post by: <strong>ohnojenny</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 03:39:38</strong>
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				As much as she loved the city, she didn't think the grey palette could make Aaron look any warmer and softer in blush. She took note of his slowed breathing, her eyelids drooping slightly as she relaxed. Her grasp on his hands released as she sensed no further threat. Just an immense beam of invisible energy between their stares. <br><br>The energy snapped, and her eyes widened slightly out of attention as Aaron shifted his head to look around. She caught his implication -- he was good at twisting her words like that. It made her blush, but not as much as when she felt his hand on her thigh, feeling it move up and inward. Her eyes fluttered wider at his tender touch, and wider still as he breached her daintily laced panties. <br><br>She wanted to say something. Anything. Her mouth was agape, lips parted enough, as though ready to utter something. Anything. Emily's arms began to tremble from holding her up and the swelling of heat out of nervousness that was flowing through her. I guess if you saw them from the right angle, you couldn't tell what was happening. If you happened to stumble upon them to begin with, that is. <br><br>"A-Aaron..." she managed to finally say, her breathing heavier than just seconds before. Her heartbeat skipped immensely as she heard the steps of a jogger grow closer. Her almond eyes lifted from him to search the scene, worried about the jogger. Did she know very many people who jogged? She and Aaron did on occasion... but they were right here... her brain was shot.<br><br>Emily gave Aaron a look as he purposely posed the question, trying to keep what was happening unknown to anyone who would pass by. He never failed to show his cunning. She snagged a good one. She decided the best way to cover the scene was to relax down on Aaron's chest as though she were taking a nap there. This'd also limit the reach of his ever wandering fingers, which would save her a few heartbeats. <br><br>"Ohhh... I'm not sure..." she drummed the fingers of one hand on his chest beside her face, the other hand scratching at his neck. She was listening very carefully for sign of the jogger to pass by, although it was a bit masked by Aaron's upbeat pulse, "I forget, are you a vegetarian? If you aren't, I like meat. Chicken especially... I can come over and help you with that if you like. But if you are a vegetarian, I'll eat anything. Are you a fan of eggplant?" She hushed as the footsteps visibly revealed themselves in the image of a jogger, plugged in to their mp3. As soon as the jogger was a good couple trees away, Emily reached underneath her dress to where Aaron's hand was and pinched it, propping herself up, this time for her face to hover just above Aaron's. <br><br>"Smooth move, slick. Look at you, trying to get my feathers ruffled. Nearly worked..." she leaned down and gave him a quick peck on the lips, moving down to his neck and playfully nipping at it. She'd admit, her heart was racing not only out of paranoia, but out of excitement, too. His touch was delightful. So much so, had the jogger not been close, she may have welcomed his fingers a bit more. Did it really matter where they were?<br><br>Trying to shove the thought again to the back of her mind, she rolled off of him, sitting upright beside him. She squeezed her hands underneath her bent knees and eyed him, "So do you want your Boston fruit wedges or not?" She pointed to her bag on the other side of him, "If you don't eat it, I suppose I could feed it to the pigeons. I don't know who else would..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeandspace</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 05:15:39</strong>
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				Aaron donned a serious guise, "Oh goodness, the pigeons in this park?&nbsp; They're fat on sugar cookies and&nbsp; Boston cream pies.&nbsp; Fruit wedges would just make them fall randomly out of the sky.&nbsp; Are you ready to be accountable for random pigeon bomb slayings?"&nbsp; He tried to keep his face serious, but eventually submersed into grinning again.<br><br>He watched her, curled up next to him.&nbsp; He could still feel her warmth on his fingers after his contact with her thigh.&nbsp; Her actions enticed him, teasing and apprehensive.&nbsp; He knew she wanted to take the risk, but was reluctant.&nbsp; He noticed, her dress had smudges of dirt on it now.&nbsp; She was still exceedingly lovely.<br><br>"Chicken it is.&nbsp; I'll include it in the marinade.&nbsp; I think that would be delicious."<br><br>The jogger continued by, barely placing an eye on them.&nbsp; He watched as Emily observed the passer.&nbsp; Aaron reached over and placed a hand on her lower back.<br><br>He rubbed in small circles, his fingers pressing gently, easing the tension of the contracted muscle groups in her lumbar area.&nbsp; He could feel her back relax.&nbsp; Aaron reached into his back pocket and removed a grenola bar, unwrapping it and breaking it in half.&nbsp; He handed one of the pairs to Emily.&nbsp; "Your feathers are lovely, you know" he stated, looking her over.<br><br>A grashopper flitted leg on leg nearby, keeping silence at bay.&nbsp; The sun continued its descent toward sleepiness.&nbsp; The cloud that hung above started to make its way into the surrounding atmosphere, becoming smaller by the second.<br><br>Aaron reached into the bag of Boston wedges, removing one of the watermelon flavored ones.&nbsp; He held it up to the sky, "Red and green, what a combination of colors."&nbsp; The jogger finally passed by completely then, and he felt her muscles relax entirely with the hand he still had on her.&nbsp; Aaron looked over at Emily with an inquisitive eye.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ohnojenny</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 06:25:15</strong>
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				That damned jogger. He had her on edge for way too long. She just wanted to relax here, with Aaron, enjoy their time together. She wondered what it really mattered that the jogger kept passing by -- it wasn't like they were doing anything at the moment. Not at the moment.<br><br>And as the sun began to drift toward the horizon, it dawned on Emily that fewer and fewer people must actually be at the park. She hummed as Aaron's hand continued to relax her lower back, his fingers were so soothing. He truly had an amazing touch. A fantastic touch. She turned to smile sweetly at him and his compliments. He always knew just what to say to make her heart flutter.<br><br>But then he gave her that look. And it almost made her want to burst out laughing out of disbelief.<br><br>"Haha... <em>Aaron</em>... what're you giving me that look for?" she paused for but a moment before rambling on, "You know we're still outside. There could still be people around behind the trees that we can't see. Hell, even the pigeons have somewhat of a brain to know what a couple like us could be up to in the park.<br><br>"Just because you have those big, beautiful, green eyes and that million-dollar smile doesn't mean that I can be completely wooed into doing what-have-you. As much as I'd like to. I wouldn't mind where we were, I'd be so lost in the moment I'd probably forget where we were." She stopped herself, "Did I mention that I could be a spontaneous liar?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeandspace</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 16:03:53</strong>
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				Aaron laughed at her last comment, "You could be a spontaneous liar, and there could be people anywhere around here."&nbsp; He pointed behind her.&nbsp; The other couple had made their way into the wooded area, deciding to be kids again, picking a particularly behemoth like tree to try and conquer.<br><br>"But you're adorable.&nbsp; Of course it logically follows that you're not a liar" he stated, silly and matter-of-factly.&nbsp; He reached over, scooping up the bag of sweets, popping one of the orange flavored candies into his mouth.&nbsp; Aaron's right hand continued rubbing her back, moving gradually up to her neckline.&nbsp; He reached past her dress' collar, gently pressing his thumb and forefinger into her shoulders.<br><br>Continuing to massage, Aaron watched as the sun started to set, flushing the sky with a soft red hue.&nbsp; It was still fairly warm, comfortable.&nbsp; Emily's hair brushed against his arm as his fingers worked.&nbsp; He could feel her body swaying slightly, synchronizing with the movement of his hand.<br><br>He leaned toward her, exhaling a warm breath against her neck.&nbsp; His nose gently graced her ear, Aaron whispered "thank you for the candy, I enjoyed it."&nbsp; His left hand joined his right, cupping her other shoulder, beginning to apply pressure.<br><br>They sat there together, enjoying the peaceful evening.&nbsp; He ran a finger up and down her spine, massaging her neck occasionally.&nbsp; Eventually, the other couple hopped down out of the tree and started for the exit of the park.&nbsp; This place had a reputation for being safe after dark, so he wasn't worried about the ending day.&nbsp; Aaron thought about the rush he'd felt when his hand was exploring her thigh, the risk of discovery.&nbsp; "Em, I think people are leaving,"&nbsp; he paused, "Do you want to relax here for a bit longer?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ohnojenny</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 18:53:39</strong>
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				Emily took note of the couple joining their company by climbing a tree not too far off. It made her smile, to see the childish play, and reminded her of when she saw the group of kids chasing each other and wanted to be chased herself. She turned to give Aaron a look, remembering his behavior during that time, and gave a coy smirk. He could have such a dirty mind.<br><br>Not that she minded.<br><br>"Glad you have faith in my truth-telling... ooh, that feels good, Aaron," she closed her eyes and relaxed her grip on her knees, letting them fall to the ground as her upper body rocked with the motion of his massaging hands. It made the skin he touched tingle, just as when he had touched her thigh... then her inner thigh... then her...<br><br>She held her breath as he nuzzled her ear and whispered. Her cheeks flushed slightly. She wanted to utter back, "But I didn't give you my candy yet..." in playing with his words from earlier, but bit back. Yes, people were leaving. Yes, this place was safe at night. But it'd be too cold to do anything for her -- she was starting to get goosebumps underneath the shade. <br><br>Was that her reasoning now for not wanting to stay and do particular things? <br><br>She answered him, unmoving in from her position, "It's getting late... what about this dinner you're supposedly not going to kill me with?" She opened her eyes slowly and looked at him lazily, "And I'm a bit hungry... shall we?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeandspace</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 02:47:08</strong>
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				Aaron lifted himself to his feet, offering a hand to Emily.&nbsp; "I've got some surprises in store for you, Em."&nbsp; They started walking toward the exit of the park.&nbsp; The light blue in the sky had turned cobalt, giving away the time.&nbsp; A squirrel ran up a nearby tree, peeking around for predators.&nbsp; Aaron smirked, he didn't desire the squirrel.<br><br>"You're so bad" he stated.&nbsp; "Your candy..." amused, he reached over and pulled her against him again, squeezing her tighter again.&nbsp; Noticing that she was chilled to the touch, he rubbed his hand up and down her arm.&nbsp; He could feel the raised goosebumps on her skin.&nbsp; The air was quickly chilling, and her sundress would provide little warmth.&nbsp; He, on the other hand was wearing two shirts.&nbsp; One T-shirt and one quite thin long sleeve'd sweater.<br><br>Aaron released her, lifting his arms toward the sky and removing the sweater.&nbsp; The cold didn't bother him.&nbsp; He's lived in numerous northern cities, galvanizing his skin.&nbsp; He gestured for Emily to raise her arms, as he slid the garment over her head.&nbsp; It was loose on her, but it would keep her warm as they walked toward the fountain.<br><br>He smiled at her, "Did you take a cab?&nbsp; My car's around the corner."&nbsp; He gestured toward the far end of the concrete circle surrounding the fountain.&nbsp; "We can leave your car here till later if you didn't."&nbsp; The drive to his apartment was brief, less than 15 minutes, given traffic density.&nbsp; Aaron reflected on the intimate interaction in the woods.&nbsp; A shudder ran through his body, rushing from his groin to his... groin.<br><br>Shaking off the feeling, he asked Emily, "Have you been water skiing before?&nbsp; It may still be warm enough when we get to the lake."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ohnojenny</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 04:08:48</strong>
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				Once Aaron began to disrobe himself of his sweater and proceeded to dress Emily with it, the world felt like a much brighter, happier place. The leaves were rustling, the squirrels chipping, and she was warm. That was the most enjoyable thing to her right now. Well, except for Aaron's company of course. Without him being the gentleman he was, she wouldn't be warm right now.<br><br>"Well thank you, kind sir," she hummed as she reached for his hand to lace her fingers with.<br><br>"I took the bus -- did you forget already why I was about an hour late? Haha, I mean... if you did... forget what I just said..." she gave him a soft peck on the cheek, "So... my only means of getting to your place would be to, A, go wait at the bus stop; B, call for a taxi; C, walk there myself; or D, I could hitch a ride with you." She tilted her head and tapped her lips childishly, "Whatever am I to do...?" She hoped her answer obvious that she'd be grateful if he could take her there. She didn't think he'd object in the slightest, though.<br><br>"And... I have never been water skiing, no..." she turned to him, having arrived to the water fountain by now. The streets were devoid of people, it seemed, and the only life that was out there were them two and a few squirrels scurrying about, "Have I not told you? I hate swimming. Drowning is my biggest fear."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeandspace</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 06:43:05</strong>
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				"I... forgot" he admitted.&nbsp; The time they'd spent together felt like days instead of hours.&nbsp; He remembered her lovely face, hair, her dress.&nbsp; Reflecting, he did recall standing at this fountain for ages.&nbsp; Aaron chuckled silently.<br><br>Aaron listened to her comments about skiing... "I will keep you safe, if you are willing to try it.&nbsp; There's nothing to worry about.&nbsp; We'll make sure to use life jackets."&nbsp; He'd known of her fear of drowning, but forgot about it regarding the trip to the lake and water skiing.&nbsp; Not wanting to aggitate the notion, Aaron quickly changed the subject.&nbsp; "It's getting chilly out here, considering it is still August."<br><br>He reached down as they passed the fountain, dipping his hand in the chilled water, flicking it at Emily.&nbsp; When she looked over at him, he turned his eyes toward the slowly starring sky, playfully feigning an innocnet whistle.&nbsp; He knew he wouldn't get away with that one.<br><br>Rounding the bend, they passed a now closed food vendor's stand.&nbsp; The scent of fried onions lingered in the air.&nbsp; "I promise my cooking will smell better than that" Aaron stated, waving his hand in front of his nose.<br><br>They arrived at the parking lot, if you would call it such, the cragged cement drowning their feet.&nbsp; He walked over to a newer mustang, opening the passenger door for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ohnojenny</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 08:22:20</strong>
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				Giving him a look of slight doubt, she cocked a brow. She didn't want to talk of it much, how to resolve her fear of drowning. She had had her go at water sports, and nothing worried her more than having the boat get unstable such that it would capsized. All she could think were "steady hands... steady hands..."<br><br>Her thoughts about drowning almost seemed to find their way outside of her mind and begin to coat her skin. With a surprised look, she touched the water on her leg and face, realizing it was just Aaron being silly. She cast him a look, and decided she'd let this pass. She'd take her revenge on him later.<br><br>The scent of fried onions filled her nostrils, and she wrinkled her nose. She wasn't a particular fan of certain fried foods. Onions were one of them. She loved them raw, or sauteed, but fried? That was just too much. Giving him a friendly squeeze of the hand, she acknowledged that she'd take his word for it. <br><br>Once they entered the parking lot, Emily started to get a little chilly again. Cement wasn't a great insulator of heat -- she was just hoping that his car would be a little different. When he led her to his car, her eyebrows raised in observing the car. He didn't seem like a mustang man. Despite, she cast him a girlish smile as he opened the door for her.<br><br>"Oho... chivalry isn't dead after all... you're either one of the rare few, or you're a jerk at heart. Any secrets you're hiding from me?" she slipped inside his car and put her seatbelt on. She had never been in his car before -- obviously, to have been surprised by the type it was -- and she felt like cars were a special sort of personal object. You were very much the sort of car you chose to drive. And the people whom you carried in it also said something of you. Her mind wandered, thinking of whom else may have sat where she was now.<br><br>Once Aaron joined her in the car, she played with the dashboard teasingly. <br><br>"Dude. I'm so hungry right now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeandspace</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 05:02:45</strong>
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				As he stepped into the vehicle, he settled into the driver's seat.&nbsp; Aaron had purchased this car just a few weeks ago.&nbsp; He smiled as Emily eyed her surroundings.&nbsp; He hadn't told her that he'd made the purchase, and was pleased with her wide eyed response.&nbsp; "Of course chivalry isn't dead.&nbsp; Or maybe, I'm a jerk.&nbsp; If I had more water to flick at you I think you'd be able to determine the answer* he laughed.<br><br>"Do you like it?"&nbsp; The interior was a soft dark brown leather, the dash a lighter tan fixing.&nbsp; He started the engine.&nbsp; It rumbled loudly, settling into a soft purr.&nbsp; Aaron put the vehicle into reverse, turning and looking behind them as he started to pull out of the parking space.<br><br>He watched as she drummed the dash.&nbsp; "Hang on there, you little ravenous beast.&nbsp; We'll get you some food.&nbsp; Don't eat the car" he played with Emily, verbally prodding.<br><br>They turned onto the main thoroughfare.&nbsp; Traffic was light, thought a large gray van cut them off as they switched lanes.&nbsp; Aaron didn't respond.&nbsp; The drive to and from a destination was another factor in his life he considered a stressor that was unnecessary.<br><br>He looked over at her, "You know, my place isn't far.&nbsp; You have to prepare yourself for this meal.&nbsp; It will be... amazing."&nbsp; Aaron turned his eyes back to the road, knowing that she'd probably call him on his feigned arrogance.&nbsp; He really didn't have an ego issue, but loved to tease her.&nbsp; He admired her ability to determine motive.<br><br>They spent a few minutes talking about food.&nbsp; The tastiness of lasagna, her admiration of strawberries and dark chocolate.&nbsp; Before they knew it, the'd arrived at Aaron's place.&nbsp; He parked the car and hopped out, jogging over to her door and opening it, holding out a hand for her to exit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ohnojenny</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 06:46:38</strong>
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				She looked over at Aaron who teased her for drumming on the dashboard, flipping through the stations, finding nothing but country music on the pre-sets, "Well you're a fun person..." she teased, manually turning the switch to find a nice rock alternative station to listen to. <br><br>Emily's eyes wandered out the window. She found that when she was in cars, she tended to become quiet and almost antisocial. It wasn't as though she did this on purpose, but there was always something very captivating about watching the scenery go by, and trying to take in all the details that the outside had to offer. The bluish tinted buildings from the night sky, familiar shop signs, groups of friends socializing on corners, vans switching lanes that were similar to how her brother cut people off. How did he describe it? Oh yeah. He had a "flow" to it, so it wasn't so bad. <br><br>As Aaron turned his head to speak to her, she was about to comment on his lack of focus on the road in front of him. In fact, she opened her mouth to bring it up, but he had turned promptly. She closed her mouth in contentedness, scratching at her nose. They then proceeded to talk about various foods they had liking toward until he pulled up in front of his home. As she unbuckled herself, he had sprung out and opened her door for her. She gave a sarcastic smile.<br><br>"Working hard tonight, are we? Sorry, no money for a tip..." Stepping outside, she let out a breath of shivers. It was a lot colder out here than it was in the car, enough to make the tip of her nose tingle as it undoubtedly began to tinge pink, "You'll get extra brownie points if what you have is soup."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeandspace</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 04:16:14</strong>
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				Her nose quickly reddened in the cool night air.&nbsp; She rubbed her ams subtly.&nbsp; Aaron slipped past her, reaching into the back seat of his car and grabbed a fleece jacket, draping it across her shoulders before shutting the door.<br><br>They walked the short path up to his front door.&nbsp; "Hot, steamy soup for anyone named Emily, tonight."&nbsp; Grinning, Aaron took the key out of his pocket, unlocking the large heavy white wooden front door and swinging it open.&nbsp; He reached for a light switch, hesitated, then flipped it up.<br><br>A soft 40 watt bulb illuminated the entrance way.&nbsp; There was a small staircase leading down to the left, a hallway straight ahead and an open entranceway to the right that opened up into a living room.&nbsp; The furniture was fairly modern, but not too brazen.<br><br>Aaron led her down the hallway into the kitchen.&nbsp; She recognized the country decorum.&nbsp; He followed the traditions of his family.&nbsp; Towels and pot holders adorned with roosters, fresh fruit stacked in a wooden bowl on the windowsill, sprigs of wheat amongst daisies atop the refridgerator.&nbsp; There was already a savory smell lingering in the air.<br><br>Walking over to a crock pot on the counter, he took the lid off.&nbsp; "You called it, Em.&nbsp; Seasoned vegetable soup.&nbsp; Mom's potatoes mixed with fresh carrots, celery, challots, just no cabbage." Aaron scowls at the thought of cabbage, hoping she doesn't notice.<br><br>Replacing the lid, Aaron walked into the dining room and picked up a lighter, igniting the candles around the centerpiece.&nbsp; He walked back over to Emily and put his arms on her shoulders.&nbsp; Aaron fixated on her eyes, "I told you you'd get something to eat.&nbsp; Care to come have a seat while I setup the table?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ohnojenny</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 18:44:21</strong>
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				Being let inside his home, Emily's eyes couldn't help but wander across every edge, corner, and frame of this place. She'd never been here before, and if anything she was a little nervous. The layout and contents of a home helped to really define a person. There's so much you could learn just by looking in a random kitchen drawer, for one. <br><br>And so, being led to the kitchen, she slyly did just that. After noting the very "homey" feel (to say the least) of the accents within the kitchen, and as he left her to go to the counter, a hand lightly grazed the handle of a drawer, pulling it out. Cocking an eye to see, she found it was a drawer of random doo-hickeys. Measuring tape, a screw driver, electrical plugs, some papers, condoms, a small box of screws...<br><br>Her eyes lingered on the colored wrapping of the flattened rubber. That could be particularly telling of what sort of guy he was -- both mentally and physically. She noted that there were only two that she could see straight up in the drawer, and packs usually came with three. Wonder when the last time he had done it was, it was surely a long time for her... not that she cared about that detail of him.<br>But before she could get a better look at its scrawled description, Aaron's voice and hands on her shoulders made her jump. Quickly, she closed the drawer and spun around.<br><br>"Sounds great!" Emily smiled, a slight blush on her cheeks she hoped she could pass off from the change of temperature. In fact, she was feeling a little hot. Slipping his jacket off her shoulders, she walked out of the kitchen to look for a hall closet. Yet, not wanting to overstep any boundaries, she placed the jacket over the back of the chair. Hands coming down to the edge of his sweater, she also proceeded to pull that off. Admittedly, goosebumps began to spread across her body as soon as she did, but it was something she knew she could adjust to just from being inside. <br><br>Sitting down, she let her chin rest on her palm. She was curious at how it'd taste, and she wrinkled her nose at the thought of cabbage, too. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeandspace</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 05:12:57</strong>
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				Making his way back into the kitchen, and grabbing two bowls out of the cabinet, Aaron removed the lid of the crock pot again.&nbsp; The aroma of roasted vegetables in savory broth teased him.&nbsp; He reached onto the top of the fridge and pulled down a loaf of french bread.&nbsp; He grabbed two slices, having already pre cut them before Emily got here.<br><br>Aaron opened the fridge, pulling out a tub of margerine and lightly slathered the bread with a knife.&nbsp; He took two plates out of the cupboard and placed the soup bowls and bread on each, plopping a spoon in the soup, and picking the dishes up.<br><br>His miscellaneous drawer was opened slightly.&nbsp; With a puzzled look, Aaron pushed it shut with his hip, thought for a moment about the drawer's contents, then made his way into the dining room.&nbsp; Emily was sitting at the table, looking toward the candles.&nbsp; "Dinner, I fear, my dear, is here" he quipped, placing the plate in front of her.<br><br>He sat next to her, smiling as he dipped his bread into the vegetable stew.&nbsp; Steam rose from its surface, warming his hand when it entered the vapor.&nbsp; The vegetables were perfectly cooked.&nbsp; He was proud that he had such an attentive mother.&nbsp; She had taught him how to cut potatoes to the perfect size to marinade cook evenly, how to choose the proper greens and carrots.<br><br>Aaron took a bite... "Mmm.. dif iv gud."&nbsp; He paused, looking down at his soup.&nbsp; "Sovvy."&nbsp; He swallowed the bite, then looked up.&nbsp; She had taken off his clothes, her bare skin exposed.&nbsp; Stirring a bit in his seat, Aaron admired again how the colors of the daisy complimented her dark hair.&nbsp; "What do you think of the soup?" he inquired, taking another sip of the broth, "and have you thought about what you'd like to do afterwards?&nbsp; Play a game?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ohnojenny</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 10:36:04</strong>
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				Aaron had dawdled a bit in the kitchen, Emily thought. She began to grow slightly suspicious and a bit worried that he may have gone to inspect the drawer she opened up. She thought she had closed it fully, but she was surprised more than anything at the time she tried to close it, so who knows. She even contemplated getting up from her seat to go check up on him, planning a guise of "do you need any help?" in the back of her mind, in case she needed the excuse. But, before she knew it, Aaron had begun to waltz out of the kitchen with two plates in hand bearing a bowl of something steaming, and a lovely slice of bread. <br><br>The heat leaving her soup bowl danced lovingly around her cheeks and through her nostrils. She closed her eyes, just taking the sensations of warmth and watering tongue in. This is what she needed right now -- to just bathe in the lovely heat and scent of savory goodness. Aaron's clumsy babble woke her from this dreamy state, though. Probably all for the best...<br><br>"Oh!" she hastily picked up her spoon and stirred her soup, watching the contents swirl, then scooping up some lovely vegetable bits and lifted it to her lips. She blew on it softly, making sure not to slurp as she consumed it. Upon swallowing, her throat tingled with a delightful sensation. She fancied the fantastic flavours almost as much as she welcomed the warmth. <br><br>"This is great, Aaron," she said as she tore off a bit of bread with two hands, dipping it lightly into the soup before bringing it to her mouth to consume. Her eyes lifted up from her hand to the man sitting next to her, "And I'm down for a game... what did you have in mind?" She continued to drink her soup. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeandspace</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 23:42:01</strong>
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				"I'm glad you like it.&nbsp; My mother gave me this recipe years ago.&nbsp; I've tweaked it.&nbsp; More garlic makes everything better.&nbsp; I hope it isn't too hot."&nbsp; He touched the side of his bowl, feeling the warmth surge through his fingers, sighing at the pleasant sensation when contrasted with how cool the weather was becoming.<br><br>Chimes echoed softly from the living room.&nbsp; Eight o'clock.&nbsp; The sun was nearly ready to set, but there were still birds singing to each other outside the dining room window.&nbsp; This room was more modern than the kitchen.&nbsp; A cherrywood glass faced armoire filled with delicate china fought for attention against the two short tables adorned with various Garth Brooks memorabilia, Aaron's small personal collection.&nbsp; The carpet was a thick and fuzzy soft blue, continuing from the threshold to the kitchen through the dining room and living room, stopping at the other entrance to the hallway.<br><br>A gentle rumble sounded from the ceiling as the heater kicked on, sending a light warm breeze dancing through the house.<br><br>"As far as games go, I have cards, Boggle, Monopoly, Twister, and some very large watermellons we could take out in the back and smash with a hammer."&nbsp; He didn't forgive the slightest of a smile during the last part of the proposition, however much inside he wanted to laugh.<br><br>Aaron gobbled down another bite of bread, watching Emily give him 'that look'.&nbsp; He looked back to his food and while she continued eating, he'd kicked off a shoe under the table.&nbsp; He moved his foot toward her, gently touching her calf with a toe and softly moving up her lower leg.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ohnojenny</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 00:08:11</strong>
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				"Oh yeah... love garlic... a man who has garlic breath has good taste," she joked, smiling at herself as she lifted another spoon full to her lips. The chiming of the bells only added to make the ambiance a bit more soothing. It was almost in a dreamlike state, where Emily's mind was right now. Everything was warm, tingly... <br><br>She listened with half an ear as Aaron listed off the names of the games. Really, she felt like just snuggling up with a warm, cozy blanket and drifting off to sleep. When he spoke, she continued to count the pairs of bells chiming. Ding-ding... six... ding-ding... seven... ding-ding... eight... then silence. It was much too early for sleep. And she wasn't even in her own home!<br><br>The soft sock at her calf woke her from this phasing out state, her eyelashes fluttering in surprise and tempted to flick over at Aaron's. She kept her gaze still into the midst of her depressing soup. It truly was delicious...<br><br>"Smashing watermelons, huh?" she dipped her bread into her soup for just a moment enough to freshly soak and promptly consumed that corner, "... you don't think that's a bit of a waste? And I'm not sure about Monopoly... I've never been able to finish a game. Twister..." her eyes rose to meet his for a good hard second, as though to say 'I know what you're thinking.'<br><br>"No... I don't think so..." and her eyes drifted back down to her bowl. Finishing the last bit of her meal, being sure to end with a piece of bread, she leaned back and stretched upward. And as she did so, her legs stretched out a bit, her foot following along his up his shin and back down, "I do think cards would be nice, though."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeandspace</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 04:19:27</strong>
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				Her foot glided up his calf as she stretched, causing a wave of sensation to trickle its way up his leg.&nbsp; At her game suggestion, Aaron reached over as to pick up her plate, pausing to suggestilvely run a finger underneath her chin.&nbsp; &nbsp;Giving her one of his 'You've got me' smiles, he grabbed both their plates and darted off to the kitchen.&nbsp; The dishes slid into the sink, one of the spoons clattering out of its bowl, onto the steel.&nbsp; For a split second, he eyed 'the drawer' again, then continued back into the dining room.<br><br>Aaron could feel the plush carpet through his socks.&nbsp; "Meet me in the living room?" he asked as he pulled her chair out courteously.&nbsp; Aaron asked, straining to keep a straight face, "Can you do me a favor pleas Em, and grab the cards?&nbsp; They're in a drawer in the kichen."<br><br>Moving into the living room, he pushed the love seat to the side, next to the couch, leaving the carpet open.&nbsp; Grabbing a throw blanket off the back of the couch, he tossed it onto the floor.&nbsp; Raising his voice a bit, he proclaimed "I'll be right back down!"&nbsp; Aaron darted up the stairs and into the guest room where he quickly scooped up two of the three bean bag chairs.<br><br>He skipped steps as he ran back down the staircase, almost toppling at the last section.&nbsp; Turning the heat down as he darted past the thermostat, he slid to a stop on the blue carpet.&nbsp; Dropping the chairs next to each other in front of the blanket on the ground, he turned to the fireplace, reaching for a starter log and a book of matches.&nbsp; He hears movement behind him after he's set a starter amongst the other tinder in the fireplace, setting it ablaze.&nbsp; He takes a deep breath and turns around smiling.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ohnojenny</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 06:06:16</strong>
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				Emily perked up at his request, immediately responding with, "Of course, Aaron." Regardless of what he would have asked her, her first instinct on favors was to carry them out -- and then she'd reason whether they were, well, reasonable or not. In this case, it was as easy and as harmless as going to retrieve a deck of cards. <br><br>In the kitchen, her fingers poked at every drawer before deciding which one to open. She could make it a game -- which drawer would it be more likely to be hiding in? Of course, her head turned to the only drawer she had had the opportunity to glance in. She noticed it was slightly ajar -- had she not closed it all the way? She thought she did. Walking over to it, she figured it wouldn't be a bad place to check for the cards. The only thing she remembered in it were the condoms, and well... yes, condoms. What now?<br><br>She heard him running up the stairs, taking this as a fair opportunity to dwell on the innards of the drawer. Opening it, she found the screwdriver, the screws, the tape measure, and the condoms again. Off in the corner was a couple deck of cards and even a steel case of chips (or so she thought) -- but closer to her were the condoms. Her hand reached out to grab the handle of the steel case and quickly grabbed the deck of cards. Yet, her eyes still lingered on the sole shape of the flattened condoms. She remembered what she had wanted to inspect earlier about them, about how you can tell so much about a man by the type of condom he owns. <br><br>With careful fingers, she picked one up by its corner and read its label aloud to herself, to make sure she had it right, "Trojan Magnum... with ribs..." <br><br>Aaron's quick footsteps down the stairs made her jump, her hip bumping into the drawer promptly to close it, the condom slipping out of her fingers and onto the floor. Without noticing, she skipped out of the kitchen, card gear in hand. He was kneeling at the fire place at this point. It made her smile -- there was nothing better than a warm fire. <br><br>"I have the cards..." she said, making herself home to a beanbag, curling up in it, setting the gear beside her, "Chips too, just in case. At least -- I think these are chips, right? I guess I should have checked."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeandspace</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 01:47:41</strong>
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				A pack of cards in one hand, and a case of dominoes in the other, Emily came strolling into the room.&nbsp; He watched her expression as she spotted the fire, gracefully plopping herself into one of the bean bags.<br><br>Aaron sat for a moment, the warmth of the blaze creeping up and down his back.&nbsp; The lovely brunette in front of him wiggled her self into her seat, looking quite comfortable.&nbsp; That dress looked so beautiful on her.&nbsp; He crawled forward on all fours and somersaulted into the seat next to Emily.<br><br>"So is it cards or dominoes, Em?"&nbsp; He took the metal box from her and popped the top open.&nbsp; Rows of little black rectangles sat staring up at them.&nbsp; Aaron flipped the box over and placed it quickly on the carpet, slowly removing the metal tin as the dominoes spilled out onto the carpet.&nbsp; "We'll figure something out for those."<br><br>"Oh, you shuffle the deck please, Em, I'll be right back, I forgot something."&nbsp; Reaching over and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, Aaron hopped to his feet and darted off into the kitchen.<br><br>He rounded the corner, headed for the fresh strawberries in the bin on top of the fridge.&nbsp; Reaching up and grabbing the container, he turned to find a bowl in one of the oak cabinets above his sink.&nbsp; Aaron stopped.&nbsp; On the ground in front of him was a small golden square.<br><br>"Oh.."&nbsp; Aaron looked over at the doorway, then back at the package on the ground.&nbsp; He quickly scooped up the condomn and stuffed it into his pocket.&nbsp; He hoped she hadn't noticed it there.&nbsp; Honestly, he didn't remember ever dropping it, or even pulling one out recently.<br><br>He quickly popped open the bin of strawberries and dumped them into a wooden bowl.&nbsp; Giving them a quick rinse, he poured the excess water out, grabbed a pair of napkins and headed back into the living room.&nbsp; He scooted his seat closer to hers, sitting down and placing the bowl between them.&nbsp; Aaron couldn't help but think about the item in his pocket as he looked at her, curled up, warm yellow and orange lights dancing over her skin and dress.&nbsp; As she looked down at the bowl, he brushed her hair behind her ear. "A treat for my sweet beautiful Emily."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ohnojenny</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 02:35:17</strong>
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				Dominos fell out and Emily gave a smug smirk. Of course. She'd only seen dominos at school before, everyone always commenting about how they had fun lining them up in big displays at home. No wonder she didn't recognize the box. <br><br>"Only because you said please..." she sang as he oh so kindly requested her to shuffle the deck. The choice was a bit obvious to her -- she always liked the thrill of cards. She wondered what tricks he'd have up his sleeve, depending on what game they chose to play. Who knows? She could just mess with the dominos as she waited for him to return...<br><br>She eyed them, but... the appeal just wasn't there. So she went back to shuffling the deck for the umpteenth time. The sound of the faucet running from the kitchen and the soft purr of the cards fused together, such that she attributed the removal of the faucet to her not shuffling as messily. When it was masterfully done, cards not knocking into each other but instead interlacing nicely, they barely made a sound...<br><br><em>"A treat for my sweet beautiful Emily."</em><br><br>She jumped slightly, having zoned out for a moment. Her head snapped to look over at his face close to hers, eyes quickly jumping between each of his, and then softening to his mouth. They got stuck when they noticed the bowl of fruit between them, "Oooh you're too sweet. I love strawberries..." and she casually lifted one up and took it to her lips for a bite. Her attention immediately went back to the two options of games before them.<br><br>"Mmm..." she continued to nibble, not speaking before a good majority was out of her mouth, "I was thinking... we play cards? Yeah?" And she playfully leaned forward and kissed his lips for a fraction of a second, then pushing away from him, "But you can't sit so close! You'll see my cards! I'm down to play whatever..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeandspace</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 04:38:17</strong>
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				Aaron watched her thoughtfully nibbling on the fruit.&nbsp; She looked so relaxed there in front of the fire, lounging in the bean bag chair.&nbsp; &nbsp;He silently reflected on the amusing scene when he walked into the room.&nbsp; She was so relaxed that he was pretty sure she'd started to fall asleep.&nbsp; He looked down at the cards, the illustrated kings staring up at him from their backs.<br><br>Aaron sat down next to her, noticing the pile of dominoes still laying on the ground.&nbsp; He nudged them with his foot, a few toppling from the top of the stack and landing on the soft carpet.&nbsp; Picking up the cards, he cut the deck twice and started dealing out a hand to both Emily and himself.&nbsp; Lifting his hand to eye level, he asked;<br><br>"Okay here we go, do you have any 8's?"<br><br>Aaron peered over the top of his hand at Emily, smiling at her.&nbsp; The fire licked at the bricks lining the inside of the hearth, waves of warm air danced about the room.&nbsp; "I can't see your hand very well" Aaron jested, escusing himself for moving his chair closer to hers.<br><br>"Did you enjoy dinner?" Aaron asked, rifling his cards about.&nbsp; It was a fairly obvious tell of his when playing cards.&nbsp; He always had to have them in some kind of order.&nbsp; He knew it gave away subtle hints about his hand, but he wasn't concerned about winning as much as having fun.<br><br>He picked up a strawberry, thoughtfully contemplating his go-fish strategy.&nbsp; Aaron looked over at Emily.&nbsp; She was sitting peacefully, relaxing.&nbsp; He reached over with the piece of fruit, bringing it to her lips, "This one is better than the others you've had so far" he said, matter of factly.&nbsp; "They always are when they're fed to you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where Do We Start? ( Timeandspace and ohnojenny )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ohnojenny</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 02:49:02</strong>
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				Emily wondered what game he was dealing for when the cards started filing in front of her. Nibbling on but another strawberry, a brow raised at him when he peered at her over the top of his hand.<br><br>"Pffft -- Aaron!" she giggled. They were <em>not</em> about to play goldfish. To amuse him, she picked up her hand and played with them, aligning their order how she always preferred to have them. Or, well, how she preferred to hold them in any other game, like Deuces. She began layering them in consideration of matches, but quickly closed her hand in a pile and reshuffled -- that'd only give her hand away. As she fussed with her hand, she peeked through her eyelashes at him trying to sneak a peek of his own.<br><br>"Oh, well heeeey," she pulled them in to her breasts, "Not cheating at all now, are we?" Eyes drifted down to his hands picking cards up and fitting a few in between some others in his card hand. Eyes narrowed at the specific actions -- pick up two cards, squeeze them in the middle, take the one to the left of them and move it to the right of them, while picking up two more on the way. Curious...<br><br>"I do have an eight, actually..." casually, eyes went down to her hand as she fished out the eight and handed it with two fingers, "And yes, I enjoyed dinner very much. That soup was delicious... thank you." She leaned over and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek, teetering back to her original position to contemplate her hand. Ah, yes, she could use that one --<br><br>"Oh?" eyes brightened at the offer he made, fingering the one she was currently working on. She supposed she could save that one for later... <br><br>Big browns met his and never glanced away as she leaned forward and opened her mouth to wrap her lips around the red fruit. There was a beat longer than usual before her teeth actually sank into its flesh, closing her eyes as she did so and inhaling deeply. Her mouth moved down on the strawberry more, until her lips barely touched his thumb. She curled her tongue beneath the fruit to pull it all into her mouth, including the green. She never understood why people never ate that part -- it was only a plant.<br><br>"Mmm..." a finger raised to her lips, sitting back up, "You're right... it does taste better," and as though nothing just happened, she tapped her hand, "Do you have any Jacks?"
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