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moral of our story
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Category:
Drama › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
672
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
moral of our story
"I normally get what I want" was hardly coherent as he stated it, a fact and without much more emotion than anything else monotone that escaped his lips that night. All murmers due to his mental distance from much of anything, paired with a hand that he reached with slowly to touch at the hypnotic sheen of her perfect black ringlets.
"Oh? Really?" was retorted as she barely paid him any attention, brushing the exact same locks aside with the barest touch of her fingertips, head tilting to the side, making sure it was mainly her back that was facing him and that her face was not all that clear to his veiw from behind the curls. The brattish smirk held on red lips a moment, but neither were really sure if it had really happened.
His hand hung in the air a moment where the curls had almost been, and his brow furrowed before he sighed and lowered his hand a minute later. Before falling completely, he brought the same hand to his brown and honey blonde hair, a mohawk that he had been too lazy to really put up that morning, and ran his ring covered fingers through it until he reached the long tail [which he scratched at absently].
"I don't get it really. I tell them everything. They know I'm a scumbag."
"Maybe that's what they want."
"Do YOU think I'm a scumbag?"
"I think.."
The moment froze, her attention on the small dog at her feet, it's leash extended and taut from the index and middle finger of Jack's hand, a rhythmic tug gently rocking the tiny canine. As she bent to pet it, her legs straight and her dress flaring so that the veiw under her petticoat became more and more apparent, she felt the air change behind her. Heard the breathing that was not noticable before turn to a soft huffing sound, and then the barest sound of Chuck Taylors bringing him directly behind her small frame. As the front of his jeans touched the back of her thighs, her eyes closed so very slowly, sighing as his free hand brushed over the lace of the hem of her dress.
"I think... I'll scream."
"Oh? Really?" was retorted as she barely paid him any attention, brushing the exact same locks aside with the barest touch of her fingertips, head tilting to the side, making sure it was mainly her back that was facing him and that her face was not all that clear to his veiw from behind the curls. The brattish smirk held on red lips a moment, but neither were really sure if it had really happened.
His hand hung in the air a moment where the curls had almost been, and his brow furrowed before he sighed and lowered his hand a minute later. Before falling completely, he brought the same hand to his brown and honey blonde hair, a mohawk that he had been too lazy to really put up that morning, and ran his ring covered fingers through it until he reached the long tail [which he scratched at absently].
"I don't get it really. I tell them everything. They know I'm a scumbag."
"Maybe that's what they want."
"Do YOU think I'm a scumbag?"
"I think.."
The moment froze, her attention on the small dog at her feet, it's leash extended and taut from the index and middle finger of Jack's hand, a rhythmic tug gently rocking the tiny canine. As she bent to pet it, her legs straight and her dress flaring so that the veiw under her petticoat became more and more apparent, she felt the air change behind her. Heard the breathing that was not noticable before turn to a soft huffing sound, and then the barest sound of Chuck Taylors bringing him directly behind her small frame. As the front of his jeans touched the back of her thighs, her eyes closed so very slowly, sighing as his free hand brushed over the lace of the hem of her dress.
"I think... I'll scream."