The Librarians Pet (Cream and Aileanna)
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				Title: <strong>The Librarians Pet (Cream and Aileanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 06:13:04</strong>
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				She came at me with some sort of reckless abandon.&nbsp; She made it clear from the get go that she was not the type of girl to pussyfoot around.&nbsp; She seemed to be the exact opposite of me, the type of person who would make me fall deeper into myself and be completely shelled off from the rest of the world until she just <strong>left me alone</strong>.&nbsp; If I had been paying anything else attention but her, then I would have noticed the look on my Co-Workers faces when they saw the girl relentlessly flirt with me.&nbsp; It was like she had some sort of eye, and she picked up on my shy nature…And horrible little secret…And decided to get her offs on me tonight.&nbsp; Perhaps she realized that it was the best way for her to make money.<br><br>I had been questioning myself from the get go that night, that’s what made it worse.&nbsp; I have never went out with my coworkers, always making up convenient little excuses as to why I was too busy to involve myself with them.&nbsp; But they mercilessly scouted me…It was as though I was some sort of prize to be had, if only you could get me to agree to going out, you would win a bet.&nbsp; I still think someone made off big that night.&nbsp; It was my own mistake though.&nbsp; I had been bragging about how I was going to an Autograph signing that night for one of my favorite “Authors”, though in all honesty it was a fetish model.&nbsp; Everyone in the faculty knew it, I probably told them all three times.&nbsp; Do you realize how embarrassing it is to tell someone a story with a rarely exuberant expression, and see the look on their face when they realized they’d have to feign interest for the third or fourth time?<br><br>Friday came and I was breaking the rules, checking personal sites on my computer just to make sure that the signing was still going on.&nbsp; My heart sank when I read that she was sick, and not going to be able to attend the affair…The first person who came by was the Eleventh Grade English Teacher, one of the few people in the school I actually thought to be a friend.&nbsp; I spilled my guts to him, told him how distraught I was I wasn’t going to be able to attend.&nbsp; He offered me an olive branch, though it may as well have been a eagles claw full of arrows, when he told me that the bunch was going out to a Pub tonight, and that I was more than welcome to come.&nbsp; My excuse had been sabotaged by no one other than myself; he won, I agreed to go.<br><br>I was just entranced with her.&nbsp; To this day I do not know what it was.&nbsp; I was always a big fan of Disney movies, the idea of Love at first Sight was my little wet dream.&nbsp; But I did not fall in love with this girl…God if I had it would have been much easier.&nbsp; I would have been jealous and embittered by the fact that she flirted with half of the bar the same way she did me, but instead I was just intrigued.&nbsp; She had just…This air of confidence about her, sarcasm and wit dripping from every word and leaving everyone feeling disarmed, yet pleased at the notion.&nbsp; I had to seem like such a sap, too…I think I told her I was sorry at least ten times that night.&nbsp; But she did her job, didn’t she?&nbsp; By the end of the night I was drunk, something I’d only done a handful of times in my twenty five year life, and when my friends told me they were going to leave at twelve twenty three, I was slightly heart broken.<br><br>It took me a week to do it, because of how obvious it was I looked broken.&nbsp; She came over when she offered the bill, slid it my way.&nbsp; My friends had all went to the bathroom before they left, so I was the only one there.&nbsp; She had done nothing but talk all night, but when she slid me that bill, she just gave me a certain little smile that had me all sorts of questioning.&nbsp; I opened it up, and on top of how much we owed, there was a single bar napkin with ten digits upon it.&nbsp; My friends came back and it had already been hidden in my purse, but they asked me why I seemed so giddy.<br><br><br><br>Those eight days were torture for me.&nbsp; My only relief was working.&nbsp; Helping the students who only liked me because I was the kindest of the four other Librarians.&nbsp; As long as they were not looking up anything above PG rated sites, I did not stop them from enjoying themselves.&nbsp; I was honestly just too meager to tell them they weren’t allowed to be on WWEs website, because every time I got yelled at I had to take a five minute breather after so I wouldn’t break down in tears.&nbsp; But outside of those eight or so hours?&nbsp; I was a mess.&nbsp; The napkin was set upon the table beside my arm rest Chaise that I spent most of my nights in.&nbsp; I couldn’t read for EIGHT FUCKING DAYS!&nbsp; All I could do was distract myself with the television, and look down at that number.&nbsp; The cell phone was right beside it, and I constantly willed myself to text her.<br><br>Finally, I had enough, and I did.<br><br>“How are you?&nbsp; It’s Emma, I doubt you remember me…You gave me your number at the bar eight days ago, I was the one drinking Riesling all night?”<br><br>I hated myself the instant after I sent it.&nbsp; The five words had been okay…Then the next five showed I was nervous, the ones after that showed I remembered the event with intimate detail.&nbsp; I knew for a fact I wouldn’t get a response.<br><br>Ten minutes later, and two glasses of wine, I did.&nbsp; My heart literally fell in upon itself, then exploded, and once again collapsed as I took up my phone, and saw it was her name on the screen.&nbsp; I had to will myself into reading it.&nbsp; Why am I so fucking nervous?<br><br>But she just talked to me.&nbsp; If she had noticed how insecure I was she didn’t mention it.&nbsp; We texted eachother for an hour or so before I went to bed, and had arranged to meet eachother the next weekend.&nbsp; She had ended the conversation with “It’s a date, sleep well”…And I slept perfectly content, because even if I thought that she was just using a common expression, <em>I</em> pictured it as an actual date.<br><br>The Saturday night that we had met, I think I was more nervous than I have ever been in my entire life.&nbsp; I didn’t know how to dress, I didn’t now how to act, I didn’t know how to show up, or when…I didn’t know anything.&nbsp; It was my first date with someone I actually…The word was the worst part…Wanted, in my entire life.&nbsp; I tried to talk myself into being “Slick”(Even I realized that the word was outdated by as many years as I’ve been alive), but realized I’d end up stuttering in embarrassment just trying.&nbsp; So on our first date, what girl was I?<br><br>I showed up twenty minutes before I was supposed to.&nbsp; It was a simple meeting at a local Applebees.&nbsp; I got us a booth and warned the Waitress that I was early.&nbsp; I told her it shouldn’t be more then ten minutes before she arrived….I was wrong.&nbsp; I was twenty minutes early, she was ten minutes late.&nbsp; But when she showed up at 8:10?&nbsp; I could not have been more exuberant.&nbsp; Well that’s a fucking lie, she seemed to have a PHD in making me feel like that.&nbsp; I was just happy I was wrong, and I hadn’t been blown off.<br><br>The affair went swimmingly.&nbsp; I was nervous and idiotic, she wasn’t bothered.&nbsp; She lead the conversation, she took away my embarrassment at not talking by doing it all herself.&nbsp; She was…She was perfect.<br><br>But she did not hit on me that night.<br><br>That was the first of five.&nbsp; The second was close to the first;&nbsp; except I noticed that she was flirting a lot more.&nbsp; The third changed the dynamic.&nbsp; The third was the first “Real date” I have ever been on.&nbsp; Her eluding to more than eating dinner, her complimenting me relentlessly, me ducking my head into my shoulder to hide my blushing, her brushing away the hair from my cheek and telling me that I should not hide such a beautiful face.<br><br>The fourth?&nbsp; &nbsp;By god, the fourth.&nbsp; My lucky number had always been thirteen, but that night it became four.&nbsp; That sheer brashness I had seen the first night, the relentless assault of flirting came back.&nbsp; She made me swoon with every word, she made me as silent as I have ever been, and I really think that she kept me to no more then 10 words in two hours.&nbsp; She also used her talents as a Bartender, and got me a bit liquored up…But god did she know her craft.&nbsp; By the time I left she was ordering me non alcoholic drinks, knowing I wouldn’t know the difference, and had me sober enough to have less than typical inhibitions, but more than enough sense to not regret it.<br><br>She kissed me.&nbsp; It was at the door to my Apartment.&nbsp; I had not had any intent on letting her into my building.&nbsp; But when I opened the door she caught it, I looked back…And I think that other parts of me were doing the thinking, other than my brain.&nbsp; That could have been our first time, that night…But it wasn’t.&nbsp; We got to my door, I turned to her and smiled.&nbsp; I was going to say something like ‘Well, goodnight’, but she stole the chance.&nbsp; She took me by the back of my hair, and her lips met mine.<br><br>It was perfect.<br><br>The fifth date, I seemed to be a bit more outgoing.&nbsp; It was a week later…Which was odd, because our first four dates had happened within 12 days.&nbsp; But I knew I needed to think.&nbsp; And what did she do this time?&nbsp; She was a fucking player, or at least didn’t realize how much so she was, because this time my heart, and other parts, were swooning…And she was just charming as all hell, when I wanted her to be seductive.<br><br><br>-----------------------------------------------------<br><br>“Date six.&nbsp; What the fuck.” <br><br>Very few people had ever heard her curse.&nbsp; It was something she almost exclusively did within the confines of her own home…Within her sanctum, the only place that she felt truly safe.&nbsp; She only let those who she knew would not judge her within those walls.&nbsp; And thus far, in the year and one semester she had lived there?&nbsp; Short of maintenance and people coming in to install her cable and internet, the only living being who had stepped foot onto her threshold was the Cat that she had bought herself with her modest tax income.&nbsp; He was sitting on the bed behind her, An orange Persian, licking his paws and seeming utterly indifferent to her.<br><br>“Do you think I look slutty in this, Yugi?” She looked over her shoulder at him, he had looked up at her when he heard his name, but quickly went right back to licking his paws. “Always so insightful, aren’t you?”&nbsp; Her gaze returned to the mirror in front of her, towards <em>what</em> she wore.<br><br>One through five she had dressed as she usually did.&nbsp; Skirts and blouses, business attire.&nbsp; Thing she wore to work.&nbsp; She had not dipped into the part of her closet which seemed to be forgotten.&nbsp; Towards the things that could be called “Sexy”.&nbsp; Tonight, she chose to break that trend.&nbsp; She had had the dress dry cleaned, even though a simple run in the wash would have been much cheaper.&nbsp; It was honestly nothing more than an overpriced little black dress…But it just looked so foreign on her.&nbsp; The lowcut V-neck showed cleavage, as well as the two tattoos upon her shoulders that next to no one had seen.&nbsp; It was three quarters thigh length, displaying legs that most would gawk at…And that was the problem, most would gawk at her in something like this.<br><br>Did Emma ever doubt her own personal beauty?&nbsp; Not for a second.&nbsp; If she had, she would have likely become just another overweight librarian, enjoying her cookies and ice cream every night while she watched lifetime movie network…But her insecurities made that impossible, she did Yoga for two hours a night to ensure that every inch was perfect, that the 5’11 frame could easily end up in Fetish Magazines.&nbsp; She admired those women….She aspired to look like them, but this dress was one of the rare times that she would put that vigorous work out ethic on display.<br><br>She gave a heavy sigh and shook her head, turning around and speaking to her Cat as she walked towards the dresser. <br><br>“I dunno, Baby,&nbsp; I think it might be too much.&nbsp; But maybe now me and her can be on equal grounds for once.” There was another mirror above the dresser, she looked up at it and finally let her shoulder length, embarrassingly high priced hair cut down.&nbsp; It was almost idiotic how much she paid to have a hair cut that made her resemble someone on TV…Only to keep it up nine tenths of the time.&nbsp; <br><br>But she was satisfied.&nbsp; Confident, if only in the way she looked.&nbsp; Right now that was all she could hope for.<br><br>She left the house ten minutes later.&nbsp; She typically drove herself, but the last two dates had taught her that driving there often meant risking a DUI on the way home….She hailed a Taxi, and told the driver to take her to one of the more trendy bars in town.&nbsp; It was the first time that the two would meet somewhere that was not a simple restaurant…She would not much look out of place dressed like this there, it was the only reason she had the gull to do it.<br><br>“We’re here, Ma’am” She looked up into the mirror that the man was looking at her through.&nbsp; His eyes were not on her face, it made her swell up with nervousness.&nbsp; Perhaps that was the reason she gave him a twenty for an eleven dollar fair and told him to keep the change before shutting the door; any more contact with him and she would be sweating, and all sorts of a mess by the time that she got into the Bar.&nbsp; <br><br>Once she got inside she found a booth off in a corner…Horribly surprised one of the four best places were open at all…And she took a seat on one side.&nbsp; The Waitress came over almost instantly, smiling down to her as she appraised Emmas wardrobe, shrugging a bit as she spoke.<br><br>“Oh wow, I imagine that he will be absolutely delighted at the site of you, sweetheart.&nbsp; What can I get you?”<br><br>Oddly enough, what the woman said…Even if it was wrong in one key part…Left Emma feeling entirely satisfied.&nbsp; The look that the Waitress had offered was not one of lust; if anything, it appeared to be admiration.&nbsp; Emma just lit up, gave some sort of beautiful smile and gave her response. <br><br>“Tonight, I think I should start off with a shot of Brandy, and a glass of Riesling to wash it down.&nbsp; And please…Give me the best that you have, I want to at least stomach the taste.”<br><br>Hadn’t someone seemed to grow incredibly bold all at once?
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				Post by: <strong>Aileanna</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 21:46:23</strong>
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				Hands shoved fabric quickly aside, tossing shirts and skirts this way and that as Charlie Huntington rifled through her tiny closet. It was all a blur; she would pull out one top, scrutinize it for seconds, and then toss it aside as if it were completely hideous. Nothing seemed to scream at her, to instruct her that it was what she needed to wear for the night. (This was new, as she usually found something within seconds of opening her closet door that screamed out at her.) Skirt, pants, t-shirt, tank top... Decisions, decisions. Each relatively slutty in it's own respect; but was that what she was going for? Was Emma the type that would truly fall for such a type?<br><br>Scoffing lightly, Charlie grinned. Of course she was; she had met her at the pub, for crying out loud, where she wore very little and showed quite more than would be socially acceptable outside of Pubs, or away from street corners for that matter. Delicate fingers dragged a nearby black pleated mini skirt out of it's hanger. As she pulled it on, the skirt barely reached an inch or so below her cheeks. <br><br>Turning, then, Charlie scanned the pile of clothes now on her floor, quickly searching for her red halter. (She was, of course, already about five minutes late. She would be late for her own funeral if given the chance, no doubt.) After unsnapping the black bra she had already put on, she slid into the tight halter top, tying it securely behind her neck. The top, unfortunately, screamed bartender. It revealed a good two inches of her thin stomach and had a low cut v-neck perfect for full on cleavage views as she slid drinks across the counter. No matter; she was sure Emma already had guessed that Charlie owned nothing but the sort of outfits perfect for her job. <br><br>Charlie always seemed to wrestle with the line between her life and her job. Though she believed them to be separate entities, she truthfully had adapted her life to fit her job. Gone were the plain jeans and t-shirts that she once had been comfortable in, replaced by outfits like the one she wore tonight. It had been a total transformation of her appearance, from geek chic' to busty bombshell. Her job hadn't impacted her completely negatively, however, it did have it's added perk of boosting one's self confidence. Not to mention it supplied the means to support her addiction to tattoos.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Hopping over to the full length mirror with a grin, Charlie scrutinized her appearance. "<em>Missing something...</em>" she muttered lightly, her grin turning devious as the lightbulb went off inside her head. Hiking the skirt up to her hips momentarily, she rid herself of her last undergarment. "<em>Much better</em>." <br><br>Why fight what she had become? Was being slutty really all that bad? As long as you looked out for yourself and your health, what was wrong with showing a little more skin than most?<br><br>Tucking a light blonde strand of hair behind her left ear, she grabbed her leather jacket and threw it on quickly, dashing out the door shortly after. <br><br>----<br><br>Her black stilettos clacked loudly against the pavement as she exited the cab and entered the bar, eyes scanning the nearby tables for Emma. Several men cat called as she walked by, but it proved to be only background noise to her; she was far too used to it to even notice it happening. They soon gave up, seeing their efforts as futile once she slid into the booth next to another woman. <br><br>"Excuse me, gorgeous, but I'm looking for a <em>friend</em>. She looks somewhat like you, only in a nerdier-librarian sort of way." She cooed into the other woman's ear, smirking slyly as her hand reached down to give Emma's nearest thigh a soft squeeze. <br><br>To any onlooker, it may seem as if the two were only good friends meeting for drinks to catch up with one another. Oh, how wrong they were...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Librarians Pet (Cream and Aileanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 05:23:26</strong>
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				Emma had consumed the shot the moment it had been set on the table, and quickly followed it with a chaser of the white wine.&nbsp; It was really a dangerous mix…Using one alcoholic beverage to wash down another, but tonight?&nbsp; Well the way she dressed alone showed that tonight was not going to be like the rest of them.&nbsp; Or at least, she hoped that that was going to be how it went…The Waitress smiled down to her as she coughed lightly from the shot, shaking her head as she walked to her next table.<br><br>She sat back then and relaxed.&nbsp; But she made one horrible mistake…The compliment of a woman who had eyes only for the opposite gender had stroked her ego, but all at once the eyes of the men around the room, even those with dates, were seemingly looming upon her.&nbsp; Her cheeks flushed red, but then as soon as she felt like the looks were too much, they all turned.<br><br>There were cat calls being given and Emmas eyebrows would furrow as she felt a bit of jealousy…Who was she to be jealous of someone else, really?&nbsp; After scanning the room for a moment, the gawking men, her eyes finally found the woman that had stolen the attention…<br><br>She always looked stunning.&nbsp; That much had been clear from day one, and date one through five.&nbsp; But tonight?&nbsp; Tonight she seemed to just be…Just be glowing, and suddenly the jealousy she had felt vanished.&nbsp; Had this been any other person it would have gotten worse; but since she knew who the woman who was every other womans envy in the room(Even herself) was here to see Emma?&nbsp; It perked a smile.<br><br>She expected the woman to sit across from her as she always had.&nbsp; Instead she slid in just beside her, and without pause, the woman began to speak.&nbsp; Her smile widened, though changed from something of admiration to something which couldn’t be described as anything else but embarrassed.&nbsp; It was strange to Emma that the words which would have, and probably should have bothered her…Didn’t at all.&nbsp; If anything, she felt accomplished.&nbsp; She had went out of her way to be told <strong>exactly</strong> what she had been, so she just felt like she had done her job.&nbsp; But the momentary thought of this meant that she had went silent for a good ten seconds…Well no, the thought had only accounted for about a half of a second, and the squeeze to her thigh had made up for the other nine and a half.<br><br>It left her gasping lightly, the flush falling from her cheeks to her chest.&nbsp; Yes they may appear as friends to most who watched…But how hard would it be for Charlie to realize that that gasp, that flushing of the body, was not shyness?&nbsp; That it was some deep seeded desire she had so adeptly hid(So she thought) up until that very moment?&nbsp; And the fact that the words had been almost purred into her ear just made it worse, as the flushing skin seemed to be adorned on every inch by goosebumps.<br><br>Finally she looked back towards the woman.&nbsp; She was still so near…Emma could feel the warm breath of the other woman down her neck, across her chest line.&nbsp; Her lips were slightly parted, she didn’t doubt men were watching just because how <em>close</em> to a kiss this already was.<br><br>“I’m sorry.&nbsp; I have a change of clothing in my bag, should I put on a pencil skirt and oversized blouse..?&nbsp; If that would please you more than what I wear now-“ She had always been a bit of a lightweight, so the half a glass of wine and single shot left her a bit more brazen then usual.&nbsp; Her body slid a bit, so that the hand on her thigh would rise, until her dress was pushed up just a bit, her alabaster thigh nearing areas that would get them both arrested if Charlie chose to take advantage. “I suppose I could make a trip to the bathroom?&nbsp; Though you look quite lovely…” <br><br>Her eyes lowered upon her dates figure.&nbsp; Seeming to soak in every inch of that divine physique; the parts that were bare were committed to memory, while the parts that weren’t were imagined otherwise. “I can’t help but to imagine any man in this place would find a better looking woman, other than us…But I am not stupid enough to think I could surpass you.”<br><br>Her lips perked into a smile as she looked up into Charlies eye, she didn’t seem as arrogant as…Simply confident, perhaps a bit enamored, and no longer caring if her words got her in trouble.&nbsp; Six dates.&nbsp; Six dates, and all she had received was a kiss…It seemed like it was time to either go all out and fail, or…Well she had an open mind to the other possibility. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Aileanna</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 05:55:17</strong>
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				As coy as she was normally able to appear, soaking in the figure in front of her seemed to slowly break down her defenses. She could feel herself growing heated by the moment, and her date's exposed cleavage was not helping this problem. <em>Eyes up, you idiot...</em> Her subconscious chimed in, momentarily droning Emma out. Emma's lips, however, were as far as she could get them to go at the present moment. She was just <em>so</em> close... It was all Charlie could do not to take advantage of their close proximity right then and there. But when Emma mentioned something about changing, her concentration on Emma's lips was broken as she quickly shook her head, loose curls bobbing slightly. <br><br>"Are you kidding me?" She gawked, her fingers sliding to the underside of Emma's more-exposed thigh to give her a gentle, reassuring rub. "Don't get me wrong, you're breathtaking no matter what you wear... But to make you change out of <strong>this</strong> would be a <strong>crime</strong>." Charlie's tone dropped during the last sentence, falling slightly lower as if she were preparing to tell Emma something she wanted no one else to hear. <br><br>As her words dropped off, Charlie became suddenly aware of just how close her hand was to some of Emma's more intimate parts. It enamored her, as if she had gone through a tunnel that left only Emma and she in the room. She only had to move her pinky-- But she couldn't. That surely wasn't what Emma had wanted, was it? Not this sweet, naive' librarian. It couldn't be; she must have moved simply out of being uncomfortable with their close proximities. <em>Yes,</em> she convinced herself, <em>that must be it.</em><br><br>Still, even with the resolution that those had not been Emma's intentions, it was extremely hard to detract her hand from Emma's warm, smooth thighs. She did so slowly, giving her thigh one last squeeze before slipping the hand down to rest upon Emma's. "Oh hush, you." She cooed, her lips pursing slightly as she regained her concentration on the conversation at hand. "Of course you could surpass me with ease. While I may pull off slut well, you wear classy far better." <br><br>And it was true. Sitting here in her "little black dress," Emma had Charlie beat hands down. She was the epitome of class and grace, and though it might have just been the effects of some early alcoholic beverages, Emma seemed to have a new air of confidence surrounding her, as if she had shed her librarian attitude and stepped into a new, unknown-to-Charlie- Emma. Charlie <em>loved</em> it.<br><br>Regrettably, Charlie then tore her attention away from Emma, only for a second, to wave down the bartender, and then her eyes reverted right back to that lovely face. "Waiting on the men, I presume?" The perky bartender questioned, one eyebrow raised in question. <br><br>"Oh no. No, this is a girl's night out." Charlie quickly replied with a grin, making sure that she didn't say anything to make Emma too uncomfortable. She wasn't quite sure how Emma stood on her sexuality just quite yet, and there was no use getting her unnecessarily upset. "Gimme two shots, please; I need to make up for being late. Ready for anything else, Em?" Her attention fell back upon her date, a far better attraction than the bartender who was currently scrutinizing their actions.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 06:19:06</strong>
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				The way that Charlie looked at her…As any man worth his weight would, her eyes wandering to places a woman only wanted someone else to look if their intentions were not entirely modest…Left her feeling horribly vulnerable.&nbsp; But it was odd how much she enjoyed the sensation she normally hid from so much.&nbsp; <br><br>The woman spoke as her hand began to travel up Emmas thigh, her words carrying the same seductive undertones that the gesture did.&nbsp; Her smile faded for a moment…But it was clear by the heavy eyed, wandering gaze that it was not out of fear…She’d always been so meek, there was no doubt that Charlie wouldn’t realize the look of lust upon the Librarians face.<br><br>She was just the movement of a finger away, just a simple…Slow action…Away from betraying Emmas modesty, and revealing that she was not as innocent as she seemed.&nbsp; Or at least, not with this woman.&nbsp; The moment…It stole away her common sense, and a whispered sentence was offered.&nbsp; It was so silent, she had no idea if the other woman heard.<br><br>“And here I’d had intent on taking it off for you…”<br><br>It didn’t seem like the woman had heard the words.&nbsp; Before Emma knew it the woman was speaking again, raising her hand towards the bartender as she gestured her over.&nbsp; That hand was no longer on her thigh…And had it not been for Charlie beckoning another person over, she very well may have taken the womans hand, and put it exactly where it had been before.&nbsp; But she didn’t fix the fact that the “Classy” dress was hiked up so far that at the right angle, you could see the frilly black underwear that Emma wore.<br><br>The Bartender arrived then, offering up her words of assumption.&nbsp; It was almost betraying, how bitter Emma was when she looked towards the woman, as though she had spoken some sort of blasphemy.&nbsp; But Charlie?&nbsp; She saved the day…<br><br>Suddenly, Emmas heart sunk a bit.&nbsp; She had severely underestimated the woman beside her.&nbsp; She had genuinely believed that Charlie was simply on a conquest…To conquer the once shy, elusive Bartender, to fuck her and leave her where she lay before she moved on to the next person.&nbsp; But then she told the Bartender that it was “A Girls night out”, not being so rude as to say what it really was…However, the Bartender had clearly been doing her job for quite some time.<br><br>As Charlie ordered her drink, the Bartenders eyes would wander a bit.&nbsp; Trisha, as her nametag proclaimed, looked at the severely underdressed women…But the only expression she gave was when she saw how one of Emmas thighs was nearly nude, while the other was ruffled upwards.&nbsp; Clear by the positioning that a hand had done it, she rolled her eyes a bit.&nbsp; Emmas words shared the same bitter tone that her look had.<br><br>“Give <em>me</em> the same two shots that she will be having, and make sure that whoever brings them to us is somebody who can keep their opinions to themselves.&nbsp; How about that?&nbsp; I do believe that whoever owns this place will not take kindly to one of their Bartenders appearing to be biased against something that they saw, a simple and <strong>ignorant</strong> assumption which could very well loose them two customers; and may I say, two that seem to surpass the attraction level of every employee the place has.” Emma smiled up to the Bartender, who literally had to bite her lip before she turned away so that Emma didn’t receive the cuss out of a lifetime.<br><br>Emma…She didn’t understand the dynamics of a place like this.&nbsp; She didn’t realize that her little tyrade would mean their drinks would arrive ten minutes late, that the shitty service would ensure they were forced out of the establishment within an&nbsp; hour tops simply because they couldn’t buy a drink to save their lives…But that Arrogance was gone now, she was simply irritated and…Fuck, she had been so horny only a minute earlier, and now all she wanted to do was <em>go home.</em><br><br>“I cannot stand such close minded, self obsessed…” Her hand clenched what remained of her glass of wine, it looked as though she may shatter it if she clamp down any harder.&nbsp; She pulled the glass to her lips, downed the remaining alcohol, and nearly slammed it onto the table. “Fucking <strong>bitches.</strong>”<br><br>She’d never been so vulgar in public in her entire life.&nbsp; Would you like to see Emma at her most vulnerable?&nbsp; She was currently sitting beside Charlie.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Librarians Pet (Cream and Aileanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aileanna</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 17:14:04</strong>
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				It was as if she was off her game tonight or something. Something was different about Emma then all the rest of the girls she'd ever been with; the others, well Charlie could read them like a book. Emma? She was as much a mystery as the origin of hot dogs, but in a less gruesome sort of way. Charlie was missing all the signs. She mistook Emma's lust for uncertainty, completely missed Emma's seductive whispers, and didn't see her angry outburst coming at all. <br><br>All she did was just sit there, slightly gawking at the powerful woman beside her, a figure that now seemed completely different than all of her previous assumptions about her. Of course, Charlie too had caught the eye roll from the bartender, the annoyed pursing of her lips as she caught sight of Emma's freed thigh. But after four years of the exact same reactions to minute, non-consequential things, Charlie had built up an immunity to them. No longer did they feed into her rage, instead intensifying her apathy. <br><br>She did, however, completely understand the workings of a bar and the consequences of insulting your bartender. Wrong drinks, long waits, devilish glares, and spit wads on ice were just a few of the things they could now look forward to thanks to Emma's outburst. Oh, Charlie didn't blame her for it. In fact, it provided them with a better alternative than dealing with the dolt. <br><br>As Emma slammed the glass back onto the table, a small, sweet smile encompassed Charlie's lips, her hand reaching out to wrap around Emma's and gently pry it from the glass. "No use bloodying your hand over an ignorant idiot such as her. Besides, you've got one of the best bartenders in town all to yourself. Why don't you make use of her elsewhere, eh?" With a teasing grin, she bumped her shoulder lightly with Emma's, attempting to prod a smile out of her. <br><br>Sliding out of the booth, Charlie stood and offered a hand to her date, her smile still playing lightly on her lips. A small bit of satisfaction arose as she realized Emma's dress would fall back down to it's appropriate length; she wasn't too keen on any of these beer bellies catching sight of any more of Emma's skin. <br><br>"Your place or mine?" Charlie's studio apartment was small, something you'd expect someone in college and working part time at a pub to own. Secretly, she hoped Emma would offer her own apartment. It wasn't as if she were ashamed, but rather she wanted to get to know this woman even better. <br><br>As the two made their way out of the bar, all eyes around them still gawking, Charlie reached down to slide her fingers in between Emma's, swinging their intertwined hands lightly. Her other hand pulled a bill out of her purse and tossed it at the bartender as they passed her. "As for a tip, sweetheart? Return the five dollar mini to Goodwill and go work a desk job. There's a reason it takes these idiots five shots to start hitting on you." <br><br>Thank goodness for impulse control, or else Charlie would've probably made out with Emma right there just to cause the bartender a little more grief. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Librarians Pet (Cream and Aileanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 02:13:52</strong>
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				Emmas rage was very slow to subside.&nbsp; There were parts of her that were full of fire, full of vigor and brazen behavior…She always hid those, this was the first time that she had actually went off on somebody in quite some time.&nbsp; She was always so good at hiding the temper that rested somewhere inside of her…The last time she had went off on somebody was at her Library, when a newly out of the closet lesbian couple had walked in hand in hand, and a couple of boys decided that they would go out of their way to not only be rude; but break laws, let alone school rules.&nbsp; They had decided to berate the girls, tell them they were going to hell and that they would never know the light of God if they did not immediately repent for their sins…That had made her rise to her feet, but when he grabbed one of the girls hand and put it on the crotch of his pants, saying “And these will be your hail maries” she almost got fired, because she slapped the young boy.&nbsp; Fortunately, the boys parents were understanding…They gladly pushed for him to receive In School Suspension for two weeks, and requested that no punishment be brought upon Emma.<br><br>She sat there with her hands shaking, one gripping the glass tightly while the other was sitting off to her side.&nbsp; Her eyes seemed to be fixated upon the cup, it was obvious that she was damned near tears from the rage that had built up inside of her.&nbsp; How could a person be so <strong>rude</strong>?&nbsp; She didn’t even factor in the fact that she had not only over reacted, she had made an utter fool of herself.<br><br>But once again, the girl beside her seemed to be her saving grace.&nbsp; Finally her eyes broke from the glass as she watched that soft hand grasp her own, pulling it away from the cold cup as she reassured her, then gave a counter offer to the bar they obviously were no longer welcome in.&nbsp; The bumping of Emmas shoulder came with a small, delicate smile from the Librarian as her eyes trailed to the small clutch beside of her, she lifted it up and slid out of the booth beside Charlie.&nbsp; She couldn’t help but to look down at her feet, painted a thick red of embarrassment as the two began to walk out of the bar.<br><br>A question was prosed, her lips parted to speak but then that hand wound in with her own.&nbsp; Her eyes reverted to look at it; clearly she was nervous about the gesture, but she managed to convince herself that if anyone she knew saw it…She could chalk it up to being a display of rebellion.&nbsp; Not that any of her coworkers were here tonight; they already would have hounded her.&nbsp; But that distracted her for a moment, made her forget exactly how…Intimate the request had been.&nbsp; She heard but did not really listen to the words that Charlie said to the Bartender, and her answer did not come until they were outside of the bar, in the frigid night air.<br><br>“Uhm, My place.&nbsp; I don’t know where you live, so, I wouldn’t know how to get there…” The excuse wasn’t even a good attempt at pretending to be honest.&nbsp; She just would feel much safer in her own home…With her things, with her life, with the fact that if things went wrong she wouldn’t have to end up fidgeting and in fear as she waited on the street for a taxi.&nbsp; Much as she did now; the two were now standing at the curb, Emma lifted her hand into the air and hailed one down.&nbsp; It quickly pulled up beside the two young women…What good, red blooded Arabic male would turn down this fair?&nbsp; Even if it was just to the next block.<br><br>But Emma was still fidgeting.&nbsp; She had finally lost the rage that had built inside, but she now felt rather idiotic for the display she had given.&nbsp; She had been so calm, so reserved the entire time she knew this woman.&nbsp; Tonight she had offered to undress Charlie; and then all but verbally killed a woman only a few seconds later.&nbsp; She didn’t even think to open the Cabs door, so it was sweet that Charlie did it for her.&nbsp; She felt the womans hand on the small of her own back as she slid into the cab, Charlie soon joined her and sat beside her…So close, so kindly close, because if it’d been too far then Emma would have had a panic attack.&nbsp; She wished she wasn’t so frail.<br><br><br>“Uptown.&nbsp; 503 Denton Avenue, Please.” Her words were pretty much whispered, so it was good that the driver had been looking back at the two in the rear view mirror, or he wouldn’t have been able to read her lips to get the address.&nbsp; But that little glass barrier between the two women and the man up front seemed to act as a blinder…She forgot that that man was there.&nbsp; An arm lifted around Charlies shoulder, her cheek finding a single one to rest upon, almost nuzzling it, as her words spoke with insecurities…Both in content, and tone.<br><br>“I’m sorry, Charlie.&nbsp; I did not mean to embarrass you.&nbsp; I just…I get so worked up over things like that, but it isn’t fair I put you in that position.” Charlie was now at a crossroads.&nbsp; She could say the right thing, which was just about any…Or she could make a mistake, and simply kiss Emma goodnight upon her stoop, and not get too see just how fiery the little Librarian could be. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Librarians Pet (Cream and Aileanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aileanna</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 04:37:27</strong>
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				She was so fidgety, so embarrassed and enraged and nervous all at the exact same time; it made Charlie inwardly cringe. No laughter fell from those beautiful lips at Charlie's insults, in fact Emma hardly said a word, save for the fact that she'd rather go to her own home. Charlie saw this dejected attitude as her own fault. Had it not been for her forward gestures, Emma never would've shown the waitress more than she was prepared to see. <br><br>As the taxi pulled to the curb, one hand reached out to open the door as the other delicately - if not hesitantly- rested on Emma's back and guided her in. Even in Emma's fragile state, however, it was hard for Charlie not to sit right next to her. She maintained a small distance, not the width of an entire seat but far enough away that she wouldn't press Emma if she weren't up to it. As if knowingly silencing Charlie's doubts, however, Emma then drew her closer as her arm wrapped around her shoulders, their cheeks now pressed together in a comforting embrace. <br><br>"<em>Embarrassed?</em>" A soft chuckle lifted from her lips as she turned, placing a goofy smooch on Emma's cheek. "Dear, I've had four years to deal, and cope, with that sort of treatment. I doubt you've had the same courtesy. Besides, I prefer your little outburst to a woman's denial any day of any week of ANY month of ANY YEAR!" It was obvious all doubts had vanished now, she smiled widely as her hand replaced it's hold upon Emma's silky-smooth thigh, rubbing it gently. <br><br>For all the cabbie knew, the pair were two horny and drunk girls. Unlike the bartender, he didn't seem to mind their embraces at all. In fact, one might suppose that, by the lustful look in his eyes as he continuously snuck glances at the rearview mirror, he thoroughly enjoyed their public displays of affection.<br><br>At the moment, Charlie's intentions were anything but pure. In fact, as her hand continued to move in circular patterns atop Emma's thigh, it slowly was creeping upwards as well, taking the fabric right back to where it had been. Her mind was indecisive as it could be, thus explaining the transition from worried to, well, <em>aroused</em> within seconds. <br><br>"Besides... There's nothing sexier than such a classy woman getting so heated up over me." Her whispers teased, bright eyes locking onto Emma's as a sly smirk composed itself upon her lips.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Librarians Pet (Cream and Aileanna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 05:11:15</strong>
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				Emma had been so ready to succumb to embarrassment that it was sad.&nbsp; She had fully prepared on getting out of the cab, letting Charlie kiss her goodnight…And simply going back up to her apartment, the date cut FAR shorter than she had intended.&nbsp; But Charlie…God, she showed that way about her once again the just made Emma feel comfortable, when in all likelihood she shouldn’t.&nbsp; She exaggerated the word embarrassed, and placed a kiss upon Emmas cheek which left her face lifting up as though she were nothing more than a Kitten, wishing for more touches.<br><br>Then that comforting continued, as she told Emma that she had been dealing with this type of thing for years.&nbsp; A few dates ago and she would have been bitterly jealous, but right now?&nbsp; She just looked up to the woman with a happy smile upon face.&nbsp; That hand found her thigh again, this time she did not push into it, but neither did she pull away.&nbsp; Perhaps there was a big part of her that wanted those circular motions to continue further upwards…But at the end of the day, they were in a taxi cab, and she had absolutely no intent on letting him see something that no man ever would…And for that matter, that no woman had every experienced.<br><br>The woman spoke again, as though her last words had not been enough to leave Emma completely enthralled.&nbsp; Charlie may have been aroused…Perhaps more, Emma had no clue…But Emma was simply taken, taken by this woman who could so easily make Emma as comfortable as she had ever been, while doing acts that would have made her stab most people.<br><br>Then you factored in the part of her that was wet with anticipation.<br><br>“We are here, Ladies.&nbsp; But if you would prefer to stay in the car and continue on…Well I won’t feel obligated to ask you for the fair.” The words were ten times as bad as what the Bartender had said…But right now, their was a stark difference.&nbsp; They were only a few feet away from the curb, and a few seconds away from Emmas apartment.&nbsp; She didn’t erupt in anger this time, she just looked forward at the fee upon the dashboard.&nbsp; Thirteen dollars…She only had twenties, and a seven dollar tip on a 13 dollar bill?&nbsp; Only had Charlie gotten a percentage that great, but she didn’t have time to wait for change.<br><br>“Here, keep it.” Emma spoke as she passed the twenty through the thin glass divider, not waiting for him to take it as she let it fall between the two seats.&nbsp; She honestly didn’t know if he watched the two women with lust in his eyes, or greedily plunged for the bill, because Emmas hands found Charlies hips as she literally pushed the woman towards the car door, opened it herself, and proceeded to step out of it the moment that Charlie did.<br><br>She’d unfortunately been so enamored in the moment that she had forgotten exactly where they were.&nbsp; Not that she didn’t know her own apartment when she saw it…Just that she had forgotten what it meant, that her own intents were as clearly devious as Charlies…A hand still wrapped around Charlies waist as she cluched the womans hip, holding her very near herself.&nbsp; She spoke, somewhat timid…And somewhat with a certain rasp which told of her minds eye.<br><br>“I have a bad feeling that Yugi is going to be pissed about sleeping on the couch tonight.” Her head shook, as though the worry of that statement bothered her to no end.&nbsp; Charlie hadn’t the slightest idea who Yugi was, for all she knew it could be Emmas husband.&nbsp; But did it stop Emma from keeping her arm around Charlies waist, from walking her up the stairs until the key was fished out of Emmas bra and turned in the keyhole?&nbsp; Absolutely not; even if Yugi had been her husband, he could never stop Emma from what she wanted…At least, as long as what she wanted was…<br><br>Charlie followed her through the door to her building, up the single flight of stairs until they found the first door upon the left.&nbsp; It was unlocked…Emma had figured she’d come home drunk, and didn’t want to worry about having to deal with two keys.&nbsp; This time, Emma did not wait for the door to be held open for her, but instead she pushed the cheap wood door open and walked inside.<br><br>What could you expect from a Librarian?&nbsp; It seemed like every wall had a different color.&nbsp; One was white, one was beige, one was blue, one was a mix of red and pink.&nbsp; There were quite a few paintings on the wall, an oversized circular clock and lamps that looked far more expensive then they actually were.&nbsp; There were two couches, one meant for three and one meant for two, as well as a blue chase which had the prominent view of the TV, set in an overpriced Armoire.&nbsp; On top, and around the TV stood DVD after DVD…Every table held mainly books, but also candles and pictures of Emma in her childhood.&nbsp; She looked exactly like any good Cat Lady might…Except instead of being swarmed by felines, only one walked up to the two.<br><br>Sure, she was soaking wet beneath that black dress.&nbsp; Sure, she had opened that door and had full intent on fucking Charlie the second it shut…But honestly?&nbsp; She didn’t even know if the woman entered behind her, because Emma crouched down the second Yugi came to her, both of her hands stroking at either side of the cats neck. “Yugi, apparently it wasn’t what I was worried about…You know, the dress?&nbsp; But this is Charlie.” <br><br>Emma stood up then…God, could she be any more awkward?&nbsp; She was honestly introducing her Cat to the woman she planned on fucking…As though Charlie should shake the Cats hand, like it was a human.<br>
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