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Post by hannah2 on Aug 30, 2009 20:36:49 GMT -5
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Emerson woke up from her reoccuring dream - she was at the alter with a faceless man, and just as they were pronounced husband and wife, she was falling into a hole that never ended. She was in a sweat, and her heart felt like it might burst. She gasped for a few minutes, until she caught her breath enough so she could move. She slowly swung her legs over the side of her king sized bed, flinching as her bare feet met the icy-cold wood flooring. She sat there on the edge of the bed for a moment, her mind on rylan for just a moment. It had been long enough that she did not hold the arranged marriage against him. Though she still wasn't elated to see him everyday, she had realized being mean to him would accomplish nothing. She ran a hand through her auburn hair, the long wavy tendrils making a halo around her stunning face - even in the mornings, sweaty and incoherent, she was beautiful. Standing up, Emerson padded her way to the next room of her loft. It was a very expensive place, but she liked it better than the house her parents had wanted her to have. She didn't like being bribed. so she had earned her own money ( legally ) and bought her own loft. It was roomy, and very nice. She kept it simple, though it still looked expensive.
She walked slowly into the kitchen, yawning, and went to the fridge, grabbing herself a glass of orange juice and an apple, she went out to her small balcony, the way she did every morning. She sat there for a while, staring at the view, and thinking. Thinking of how to get out of the marriage. And even though she was twenty, a legal adult, and legally she couldn't be put into an arranged marriage, she knew if she called the wedding off, her family would disown her. And sadly enough, she needed their money, and she loved her family. She didn't want to lose them. But her heart was screaming at her "Why the hell do you care about them if they don't care about your FEELINGS?" And she knew she was right, but she would not say so. She bit her lip. This was so fucked up. Who even got into arranged marriages anyway? All because her parents were afraid she was going to marry somebody poor. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. Why were they so.. prejudiced? Did it matter? Money wasn't everything. What if Rylan were poor? She already knew the answer. They would not be allowed to be together, in danger of being punished. Because Em's dad had the ways and funds to punish her.
She got up, throwing her apple core in the trash, and washing her glass out, and made her way to her closet. She didn't feel like dressing up. She felt like being lazy, but her wardrobe hardly consisted of sweats and baggy old t-shirts. So, in the end, she pulled on a pair of faded abercrombie jeans that fit like a second skin, and one of her favourite shirts, and decided to call Rylan. She may be opposed to the marriage, but she knew how to be civilized, and Rylan was sweet enough. She could talk to him, at least. And he actually listened. She rarely found anybody with enough patience for her to tell them her problems. She slid her phone off of the nightstand, keying in his number, and tapped her toes as the ringing automatically went to voicemail. She made a face, and sighed. " Hey, Rylan.... it's me. Emerson. ......... -sigh- uhm, do you want to come over? ... i could really use somebody to talk to right now. ...... kay, thanks. ........ bye. " She wanted to hit herself. She sounded so.. akward. And she definately sounded like she had needed him. But she didn't. did she? She twirled the engagement ring around her finger nervously - she had lost weight in the last two weeks, and now the ring liked to slip off her finger. She wore it for two reasons - to make her parents happy, and to make rylan happy. And maybe it made her giddy to look at it, but under the circumstances, the feeling was gone soon enough.
She didn't want to admit to herself, but yes, she did need Rylan. He understood her, at least. Her siblings never had - they never understood why she wasn't happy with just money - why she needed so much more than that for joy. Like how she needed a job. Right now, her parents were paying her way, which they did gladly, because they loved to spoil her - she was their youngest - but she wanted so badly to provide for herself. But she couldn't. She didn't have any spectacular talents, she knew that. She was practical. That was all. And a little too opinionated. If it was even possible for the two to fit together. Emerson muttered something, and decided to clean. Sweeping her hair back into a loose ponytail, she brought out the cleaning supplies, and started with the kitchen. She desperately hoped Rylan would get the message soon, so she could get her mind somewhere else. So she could get everything out and not have to have it gnawing at her all night and day.
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Post by zipping on Aug 31, 2009 9:27:36 GMT -5
* [/color] i don't wanna be the one ,[/color]  ( [/color]LEFT BEHIND IN THE DUST )[/color][/font][/size] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -[/b][/color][/center] Dreams were a rare accurance for Rylan. The last time could remember having a dream was at least four years ago. Even before that, the dreams he had were scarce and blurry. They never stuck with him in the morning. He always kinda wished he dreamt more. Or at least got to remember when he did dream. But in the past four years, he might have dreamt something only once or twice. Those dreams were so blurry, there was no way the guy could remember them. Though he wanted to know if they meant something, or if they were meaningless. Sleeping was just like being out in a black, unconcious state. No dreams, no fun. So Rylan was a bit more of an insomnaic then he liked. He went to bed quite late, or earlier, depending on how you looked at it. Then he would wake up at a somewhat reasonable time, between nine and ten, the days he didn't have to get up to head out to work. The blonde was on his way to become a firefighter. His parents weren't overly thrilled. It was like they saw no reason for him to work at all. They would support him and so would all their moeny. But, he made it clear to them he was getting a job. So of course, they wanted him to go into something more prestigious, perhaps. Something that would get him famous or recgnozied, deffinately something that paid extremely well. Not that the family need the money. Rylan wanted to be a firefighter so he could help people. Plus he learned a lot and got to be quite adventurous at the same time.
The faint memory to smoke stuck in his brain as he slept. There was a fire burning, a trail of smoke heading towards him from it. But before anything else could happen, Rylan snapped awake. It had been like a blurry layer of haze had swept over that trace of a dream, but when his head was lifted from the pillow, it was all gone. He couldn't even remember what it had been in the first place. Sighing, he shook his head, his blonde shaggy hair bouncing about. It was still straight though, from the day before. Yes, Rylan did straighten his hair. He didn't have a problem with that, so many guys did these days. It didn't bother him if people said anything anyways. He liked it straight sometimes. If he didn't straighten it, it was naturally quite wavy. He liked both looks, so it all depended on his mood and preference for that day. With a kick of his feet, the covers were off of him and he swung his legs around the side of his bed.
Wearing only boxers, he quickly felt the chill of the air around him. Last night the window that was located just to the right of the bed had been left open only a crack. But the nights were now so cold, the days almost felt the same too. Crisp and cool, but not winter weather just yet. Grabbing a sweater from the chair at his computer desk, he pulled the large garmet over his muscles and it fell into place. A bit better. He went into his bathroom to brush his teeth and piss. There wasn't much of a need for a shower, since he had one the other day, and was practically still squeaky clean. Moving back to the bedroom, he spotted his phone flashing on the desk. That must have been what woke him up in the first place. Grabbing it, he slide it open. One new voicemail. With the new creation of a crease above his brow, he put the phone to his head. In an instant, Emerson's smooth voice flooded his ear. " Hey, Rylan.... it's me. Emerson. ......... -sigh- uhm, do you want to come over? ... i could really use somebody to talk to right now. ...... kay, thanks. ........ bye. " The frown on Rylan's face didn't vanish after listening to the message. No, it did the opposite. It deepened as worry spread across his face. Emerson never really called him. When she didn't, she never really sounded like that.
He began by tearing off the oversized sweater that had been so hurriedly put on a few moments earlier. From his dresser he grabbed a white and purple stripped tee and a darker long sleever shirt. He put one on over the other, the material of the first practically clinging to his muscular stomach. The second was a bit more loose, so he didn't worry about that. He grabbed some jeans off the dresser and pulled them on too, the belt already through the loops. It was time to go find out what was up with Em. Placing his wallet in the back of his jeans and grabbing his keys, he left his town house and got into his car. The house wasn't exactly simple. It was lavishly constructed and spacious, with expensive furniture. His parents had given it to him for his twenty first birthday, since they knew he wouldn't accept anything bigger. His brother Shane was given a home too, practically a mansion. Now at twenty eight, his brother and his wife Tanya had three kids to fill the place. Rylan still thought it was weird. Shane would have never been the type to get married and have kids, hadn't it been for his parents. Hell, he was probably cheating on Tanya as Rylan pulled out of the driveway. Shane was so cocky, thought so highly of himself. Probably thought he could get away with murder.
It wasn't long before the car took him where he needed to be. Outside Emerson's loft, now he stood in the hallway, knocking on the door. It hadn't taken him all that long, he hoped she still wanted to talk. Otherwise he'd fell real awkward. Emerson never really liked him, he knew that much. The girl didn't really have a clue as to how in love with her Rylan was.
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Post by hannah2 on Aug 31, 2009 12:31:10 GMT -5
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The doorbell rang, and Emerson jumped, spinning around and racing to the door. She needed to see him, and as much as she hated it to admit it, she wanted to see him. She swung the door open, and there he was. Her eyes showed that she was in pain, and her forehead was creased slightly. She leapt forward and gave him a hug, hiding her face against his chest. She knew this was very unusual behaviour for her – usually she tried to have as little contact as possible with Rylan, but today she needed to be hugged by him. She needed his comfort. And now she was trying to hold back tears, and she was murmering ” I’m sorry I’m such a bitch. “ against his shoulder, because she honestly felt bad, for always being so hostile towards him. She took a step back, her stunning face streaked with tears, her lower lip trembling. She looked so vulnerable, and she felt it, too. Pushing her hair out of her eyes, she hugged herself, not wanting to meet his eyes, afraid of what he would see – because besides the sorrow, there was still that need within her. And she was so afraid that if anybody saw how she felt about Rylan, it would give the wedding more cause to happen. Now Emerson felt uncomfortable, but instead of showing it, she took Rylan’s hand, and tugged him into her loft, shutting the door behind them. Releasing his hand, she led him to the living room, where she curled up on the sofa, resting her chin on her knees.
” I need a job. “ She blurted out, desperate to keep him from questioning her. ” But I don’t have any talents. I’m not caring enough to be a fire-fighter like you.. and I can’t do anything medical. I can’t sing, or dance.. “ She sighed, her beautiful face filled with worry. ” I can’t keep letting mom and dad pay for everything. I’ll owe them sooner or later.. “ She covered her eyes with her hand, shaking her head. ” Sometimes I wonder if God put me on earth to punish me. “ Then she realized how that must have sounded, and she looked up at Rylan quickly. ” Marrying you would be great, Ry, just not when it’s so… when it’s being pushed. I just.. I’m twenty. I haven’t even lived yet. My life isn’t ready for something so serious. I want to go to Africa, and I want to go to Barcelona, and Paris, and.. and.. I want to be free, you know? How can I do that when my parents are like a fucking vice?” She had to lower her voice as she got too upset, and she resumed her earlier position, her hand over her eyes. She muttered. ” Life sucks. “
She hated how everybody thought they knew everything about her – how they thought they could consume her, make her what they wanted her to be. Make her their play doll. Rylan was the only one who didn’t do that. And maybe that was because he liked her – but Emerson only knew he cared for her. She didn’t know to the extent that he did. But in some ways, she did, because deep down, hidden, she felt the same way about him. But then the fear came back, closed her in, shut off her air. Suffocated her, smothered her. She tried to breathe as the thoughts began to really suffocate her – she’d had panic attacks before. Usually she layed there and thought about her cat, Nox. This time, though. It didn’t help.
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Post by zipping on Aug 31, 2009 19:50:06 GMT -5
* [/color] i don't wanna be the one ,[/color] ( [/color]LEFT BEHIND IN THE DUST )[/color][/font][/size] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -[/b][/color][/center] The door flung open within seconds. It was a lot faster then Rylan expect intially. Emerson stood there in jeans and tank tops, a pained expression upon her perfect face. This, of course, pained Rylan, evident in his own expression now. His forehead creased and the corners of his lips turned downwards. Before he could open his mouth to say anything, which he had tried to do, she and thrown herself towards him in a hug. This completely shocked Rylan and his balance was thrown a bit off. Extremely unsually behaviour for Emerson. Gaining his balance, he wrapped his arms around in, rubbing her back lightly and comfortingly. "I’m sorry I’m such a bitch." It was muffled, coming from her mouth which was burried into his shoulder, but he could make it out. This immeditately caused him to respond. "Emmy, you are not a bitch." His tone was comforting, reassuring. It was the truth as he saw it. She was instantly pulled back and he could see the tear stained face looking so distressed. Again, before he could even open his mouth, she had him by the hand, pulling him further into the loft of hers. Emmy curled up on the sofa and without hesitantion, Rylan sat down beside her, inclined towards her. He didn't make any contact, not just yet.
"I need a job." No doubt the first words out of her lips surprised the hell out of him. Emerson hadn't had a job thus far, that he knew of. Why now? Why all of the sudden? She kept talking, so of course, he continued to listen. "But I don’t have any talents. I’m not caring enough to be a fire-fighter like you.. and I can’t do anything medical. I can’t sing, or dance.." She didn't have any talents? He began to shake his head, but of course, she continued. "I can’t keep letting mom and dad pay for everything. I’ll owe them sooner or later.. Sometimes I wonder if God put me on earth to punish me." Rylan's frown became deeper as he listened to the young woman, his fiance, talk. He shook his head slowly, and she looked up at him again. "Marrying you would be great, Ry, just not when it’s so… when it’s being pushed. I just.. I’m twenty. I haven’t even lived yet. My life isn’t ready for something so serious. I want to go to Africa, and I want to go to Barcelona, and Paris, and.. and.. I want to be free, you know? How can I do that when my parents are like a fucking vice?” Now his hand was on her back, gently rubbing it again. He shook his head, yet again. Perhaps he had never stopped shaking it through her whole speech. Then it was his turn.
"Emerson," he began strongly, yet sweetly. "You do have talents. Maybe you can't sing or dance, but those are too main stream anyways," he said with a small smile. "You're so much more special then that. Way better then mainstream," he reassured her. "We can figure something out, don't worry." His voice seemed quite soothing to him, but it had to work on Emerson. Of course, he was being honest, but he needed the poor girl to calm down. "You're not being punished Emmy..." he added in a softer volume. Sitting back on the couch, he continued on. "You're young, I get that. So am I. But it doesn't mean life is over, it doesn't mean we sit home and be serious all day, reading serious articles in the newspaper and drinking serious cups of tea," he shrugged. "I'm not going to cage you Em, you can be free if that's what you want." Rylan swallowed hard, a lump in his throat trying to be cleared. "I mean, if you don't want to marry me Emmy..." he trailed off sinking into the couch. He couldn't make her. Even her parents really couldn't. "We could find you a job. You wouldn't have to marry me and you'd have your own money..." he said softly. Ry just wanted her to be happy. If that meant she wouldn't be with him, he'd have to accept it. "It's about what you want Emerson," he finished, his tone still soft. He tried to smile as best he could, but it was a small one.
Sure, he didn't want her to run off. He wanted to be with her. He loved her. But what was that old saying? If you loved someone, let them be free? Something like that. He wanted what was best for Emerson, he'd have to be mature about that. Sure, it'd hurt like hell. Sure, their parents would be fucking angry. But it was about what she wanted.
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Post by hannah2 on Aug 31, 2009 20:11:27 GMT -5
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Emerson looked up at Rylan, managing a very small smile, though it barely lasted. " Yeah, i suppose mainstream would be too normal for me. " And it probably would be. emerson was the type of person who got incredibly bored with things that didn't involve moving around a lot, and and things that were normal. Like desk work. She would roast in that kind of job. And here Rylan was, being brave and courageous, running into fires to save people. She was slightly jealous of him, but mostly worried - firefighters died in buildings sometimes, and when he was on duty, she always found herself worrying, watching the news. Something Emerson had never done before Rylan acquired his job. Emerson's frown deepened considerably. she hated that he brought out those feelings in her - forced her to see how much she truly did care for him. How little she would be without him to push her along when she needed it.
You're young, I get that. So am I. But it doesn't mean life is over, it doesn't mean we sit home and be serious all day, reading serious articles in the newspaper and drinking serious cups of tea, he shrugged. I'm not going to cage you Em, you can be free if that's what you want. No. That was wrong. What he was saying. Now she felt like a monster. She scooted forward, meeting his eyes, very serious, another rare thing for her. " Rylan Luke Cameron. I've never said i didn't want to marry you at all. Just not when my parents are doing it out of stupid beliefs. I..." The words stuck in her throat, and she couldn't get them out. I love you. She closed her eyes, pausing for a moment, to collect her thoughts, and then she brought her intense gaze back to his. " I care for you. I do. " Something in her eyes was saying much more than that - and it was so much more than just caring for him. And if he didn't see it, just because the words weren't there, he was a fool.
She wanted to get the frown off of his face. She wanted him to take back those words. You don't have to marry me. Was it so wrong that she wanted to marry him without her parent's shoves and pushes? But she knew, if she did love him, like she thought she did, it didn't matter if their parents were behind it. It was about love. She looked down at her ring, suddenly shy. This shocked her - she was never shy. How dare this boy instill such feelings within her? She twirled the ring around her finger a couple times, admiring the sparkle it made in the rising sunlight. When she looked at it, it reminded her of him, as she supposed it was supposed to. Her face relaxed slightly. She did love him. But how was she going to tell him?
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Post by zipping on Aug 31, 2009 20:36:00 GMT -5
* [/color] i don't wanna be the one ,[/color] ( [/color]LEFT BEHIND IN THE DUST )[/color][/font][/size] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -[/b][/color][/center] Even for the few seconds her smiled lasted, it was beautiful. Rylan found Emerson captivating, to say the least. "Yeah, I suppose mainstream would be too normal for me." His thoughts agreed. Emerson was above and beyond average, beyond mainstream. She was extraordinary, unique. Perfect, in his eyes. Mainstream wouldn't fit Em. It seemed everyone these days wanted to be a singer, dancer or actress. Practically every young teen girl out there wanted to be Hannah Montana. That really made Rylan gag sometimes. People needed to be realistic. He wasn't trying to be negative, but not every teen with the hopes of becoming a famous singer or actor was going to make it that far. Not to mention they shouldn't be in it for fame, they should do it because they have a passion for it, because they love it. Whatever. Either way, he thought Emmy was better then all that. He knew she could accomplish something much more meaningful anyways.
Suddenly, Emerson was serious, her bright eyes meeting his. "Rylan Luke Cameron. I've never said I didn't want to marry you at all. Just not when my parents are doing it out of stupid beliefs. I..." For the second time in less then five minutes, Rylan swallowed the lump in his throat. He hung on her every word, waiting for what came next. But he had already guessed what it wouldn't be. That would just be too good to be true. Just the day before she had still be giving him a bit of a cold shoulder, there was no way Em could be confessing love for him. Forget it. Her gaze broke from his and his eyebrows raised because of his widening eyes. With a slight tilt of her chin, she was looking back up. "I care for you. I do." They continued there, silent for a moment, eyes locked in each other's gaze. Her eyes sparkled and glistened in a way he hadn't seen from her before. A little voice in his head told him not to get his hopes up, but there was something else that made excitement and passion burn inside. Pushing that down, he took her petite, smooth hands in his own and gave them a small squeeze. His eyes trailed down to the ring on her finger, as did her own. She twirled it around, looking fondly towards it.
The ring had been from his own money, not his parents. He had picked it out, not his parents. Rylan would've liked to give her something a bit more meaning full, but his grandmother's ring had been used for Shane's marriage proposal and wedding. So Rylan picked out an engagement ring for Emerson all on his own. Of course, after his parents iniatated it. But still. He thought he had done a pretty great job. Leaning towards her, he gingerly wiped what was left of her tears and kissed her gently on the forehead, before sitting back, her hands still in his. "Em, honestly. I just want you to be happy," he told her, a loving look sparkling in his eyes.
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Post by hannah2 on Aug 31, 2009 20:56:30 GMT -5
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She could see she had made him happier, just by the unspoken words. He leaned forward, and his lips gently brushed her forehead, and that tender action made her heart thump painfully against her rib cage, ad her mind whirled pleasantly. She twined her fingers with his gently, her eyes caught in his sparkling gaze, and she found it difficult to breathe, but in an infinitely pleasant way. She found herself wanting his lips not on her forehead, but on her own mouth, but somehow she knew she couldn't until she said something more important. Was it normal to be nervous? Was it normal to feel like there were battling butterflies in your stomach? Like the walls were spinning, and you were standing still? Was tht normal? Of course not. Because this circumstance wasn't normal. Not at all. She remembered the first time she had met him - she'd liked him just fine, but she had never been interested in boys more than a year older than her. And she found that he was so caring.. it made her overwhelmed. Like next to him she would look like some horrible monster.
But soon after, she had started to fall for him too, but so quietly, and in such secret, it was true - every one was under the impression she disliked him. But she never really had truly loathed him. She kept up the act - so afraid of what would happen if somebody knew the truth about what she felt inside. And then the marriage was arranged, and she became so enraged, she would not speak to any one for weeks. And when the engagement was made official, she knew she had to let it out. And Rylan had always been there, no matter what. Now, looking at him, his intensely caring gaze, they way he held her hands like they were precious to him.. she knew she could never doubt him. She fear seized her again, but Emerson had no fear, and she leaned forward. Em, honestly. I just want you to be happy. She nodded, and looked down at their hands, still locked together, and then back into his eyes.
This was her chance. The moment where she knew she had to say everything she ever felt in three words. Her mind told her to run, but Emerson stopped herself. Fearless. She was fearless. And if she had fears, she faced them, because there was no room for weakness. She locked her jaw, determination spread across her face, and in a soft voice that did not match her expression, she murmered gently. " I love you. And i would be honoured to be your wife. " She'd said it. Shock filled her, and the joy. Now he knew! He knew how she felt, and she felt so much better. The tears were all dried now, and an expression of worry mixed with joy crossed her face. Worried he wouldn't believe her. Joy he knew. So many conflicting emotions, and they had led her to this. And with that, she leaned forward, and pressed her lips to his.
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Post by zipping on Aug 31, 2009 21:26:25 GMT -5
* [/color] i don't wanna be the one ,[/color] ( [/color]LEFT BEHIND IN THE DUST )[/color][/font][/size] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -[/b][/color][/center] Things in the loft were quiet. Especially between the two that sat on the couch. Words were not said much at this point, but when they were they were soft spoken. In a way, it was intense. Rylan couldn't ever seem to predict what would come next from his fiance. It still did feel weird to call her that, regardless of the way he felt about her. Emerson was only twenty, Rylan just twenty three. The age difference was something he hardly noticed on a day to day basis, but now thinking about it, she had been still in high school when he met her. From the beginning, their parents had this plan. Rylan hadn't known until the present year. Now having been engaged for about two weeks, he was just thinking about age now. Emerson was quite young. Even he was still young. But he felt pretty ready for this. Could she possible feel even slightly the same?
Her eyes were drifting back and forth between their hands intertwined and his eyes. As he felt like he should speak, break that silence with something important, Emerson looked as though she was ready to say something. This intemidated Rylan of course. What if she did call it off? He hadn't ever told her how he felt in fear of rejection, in fear of her hating him more. Not that he thought she truly hated him. But he had always figured that she resented him for this marriage. He had watched her push him away ever since the entire engagement and marriage plan had been brought up. But from the beginning, when they were first introduced, he had started to fall for her. Even before he knew of his parents plans. So it was only natural that this whole arranged marriage thing didn't bother him too much. Well, had it been anyone else, it would have. But not with Emerson.
Back to the present, he watched her prepare to speak, and he couldn't help but tense up inside. His stomach did a flip and he prepared for whatever she had to say. "I love you. And i would be honoured to be your wife." ... Rylan was completely frozen. She loved him? She loved him? ... She loved him! A short breathe was exhaled from his lungs, passing over his lips in relief. Emerson loved him and wanted to be his wife! Was this some kind of joke? A dream maybe? But as if to prove him wrong of all the later thoughts, she leaned forward, and her lips met his. At first, he practically choked on his joy, if that was physically possible. But he didn't let that show.
Realizing that he was pretty much just sitting there, he pressed his own lips against hers, returning the kiss. His arms tangled around her waist, before he slowly pulled back. "I love you too Emerson..." he smiled softly, whispering the words into her ear. It was all he could do not to start jumping on the couch. No, the safe thing to do would be to not pull a Tom Cruise and make everyone thing he was crazy. But this was the closest he and Emerson had ever been and he loved every second of it. His head pounded at her touch, the smell of her hair, everything. Rylan was the luckiest guy in the world!
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Post by hannah2 on Aug 31, 2009 21:43:16 GMT -5
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She loved the feeling of his lips on hers, and as he pulled away, she felt disappointment setting in. I love you too, emerson. She nodded, the fact tat his lips were brushing just below her ear making it hard for her to stay still. " I know you do. " and she grabbed his face, pulling his lips back to hers. She couldn't help it. She wanted him. Now. She ran her right hand through his hair, pressing her body against his, her left hand slipping beneath his shirt to feel the strong muscles in his back. She felt like she was on fire, like ice was running through her veins, like she could run a billion kilometers and never tire. she felt infinite. And she wanted to feel that way with him. Of course she had kissed guys before, and she'd had sex, too, but mostly it was out of curiosity. this time it was out of desire, and the need. She needed him. Like she needed air. She would trade him for air if she got to keep him. She loved him, and he loved her, and that was all she needed. Tearing her mouth from his, she grabbed his hand, and led him to her bedroom, shutting the door behind them.
NOTES : this is going to be fun baha xD
LISTENING TO : Starstrukk by 3OH! 3
OUTFIT : click
TAGGED : rylan && zip !
MUSE : good(:
WORD COUNT : 834 !
PICTURE : me(:
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