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Post by ERICK ROBERT BANCROFT on Jan 19, 2011 19:32:19 GMT -8
"I didn't think that at all. It was more of...something to solidify the idea in brain. I haven't exactly had anything romantic with anyone in the past 15 years as well. So it's a...foreign feeling? I guess that's the best way to describe it. Also it just kind of popped out. The brain to mouth filter still doesn't exist since the post-orgasmic haze is still going on." Erick could not help but smile at the end of her words. But what she has said earlier went for him as well. Although he had never actually been in a serious relationship at all. Just some of that teenage puppy dog love bullshit, and like most of those little ‘things’ it never lasted beyond anything worth recalling really.. Speaking up to her he said with a look of false seriousness, “Looks like I must have done something right haha for you to still be in a daze like that.” He laughed as he looked at her, then he continued on, “Maybe next time we will have ta turn in down a notch?” He said mildly hinting that he wanted to see her again. “But if you would like we can go to dinner first?” And with that he lay his head back on the seat and just kept his eyes fixed upon Chleo. He could not help it but he just had a hard time looking away from her. words: 239 tagged: chleo notes: none
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Post by CHLEO LENORE BATEMAN on Jan 19, 2011 19:46:31 GMT -8
UP UNTIL NOW I HAD SWORN MYSELF THAT I'M CONTENT ( ( W I T H L O N L I N E S S ) )b e c a u s e n o n e o f i t w a s e v e r w o r t h t h e r i s k - - - & & BUT DARLING YOU ARE THE[/i] T H E O N L Y E X C E P T I O N Chleo scoffed, "You did everything right, Professor Bancroft." It was true. Not just the sex. Which had in fact been mind blowing. But playing her game. And everything they had been doing since the act of mind blowing fantasticness. Just conversation with a weird form of cuddling. Not exactly talking about it but yet doing so at the same time. And just being casual. It was something she was enjoying. Maybe next time we will have ta turn in down a notch? But if you would like we can go to dinner first? "If you tone it down a notch I won't hesitate to kill you, I hope you know," she joked, stubbing out her cigarette and lighting another before moving to sit in his lap completely, her head leaning against his shoulder, "But dinner sounds nice. No place to fancy. All my fancy dresses are really evil to my date. But burgers are always tasty. Or sushi. Love sushi!" Dinner did actually sound nice. But not some place fancy. Not just because all her fancy dresses were evil, which was true, but she was just going to think of Wade. And that wasn't fair to her or-and?- Erick. The temptation to ask him what they were now was strong but Chleo held it back. She didn't want to risk another mildly awkward moment. It was to much fun sitting there, partially clothes, snuggling, and just being silly. Something Chleo had missed in the past decade and a half. Erick really was a fantastic guy. But she knew he was never going to be Wade. And Chleo couldn't stand the idea of comparing the two. Wade was dead. Gone. And he was enver coming back. Erick was here. Solid. Warm. Caring. Gorgeous. And her type. The connection that Wade had been all these things to never crossed Chleo's mind as she inhaled the deep scent of Erick and memorized it. No it didn't. And it wasn't going too.
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Post by ERICK ROBERT BANCROFT on Jan 19, 2011 20:52:32 GMT -8
"Haha, fair enough I reckon." And as Chleo continued on Erick had to fight from making a face. "Sushi sounds great." He told her, yet in his mind he was thinking, Son of a bitch .... Raw fish. He never liked sushi, but hey what the hell right? He would just have to take one for the team. The team that consisted solely of him... Those thoughts were clouded by what she meant by her dresses being evil. He was pondering on asking her about it when she leaned up against him. Oh how he was getting to like these little moments like this. It was just something so odd to him, having these little 'romantic' moments that is. Putting his arms around her he gave Chleo a playful little squeeze. Looking at what he could see of her face she looked like she was deep in thought, and it looked like something was bothering her. After a few moments he mustered up the courage to ask her what was wrong. "Hey there, is something the matter? Looks like you got a lot goin on all of a sudden up there." He said as he lightly tapped her on the top of her head with his right hand. Afterward which he gave her a little squeeze of her shoulder as his hand fell back down to the seat of the car. words: 230 tagged: chleo notes: none
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Post by CHLEO LENORE BATEMAN on Jan 19, 2011 21:13:47 GMT -8
UP UNTIL NOW I HAD SWORN MYSELF THAT I'M CONTENT ( ( W I T H L O N L I N E S S ) )b e c a u s e n o n e o f i t w a s e v e r w o r t h t h e r i s k - - - & & BUT DARLING YOU ARE THE[/i] T H E O N L Y E X C E P T I O N Chleo bit her lip lightly when he asked her. She could easily not tell him. She really could. But lying was no way to start off something romantic. And it was worth it to lay it all out on the table. "Well I'm an old girl. In my 70's and all that. And I was in love once...only once. He died. Twice. About 15 years ago. He's the guy I was talking about. A little part of me feels like in some way I'm betraying him," she deeply inhaled smoke and released, tracing the nail of her thumb down the center of his torso and back up, "I know I'm not. And I don't want you to think you're making me do something I don't want to. I do. It's just...it's new and my brain has to get used to it. And that's what I'm doing. Making it get used to it." Chleo felt weird saying it all aloud. It was really now. A tangible idea that Erick could hold and roll around in his mind. And he might not like it. Chleo was someone with emotional baggage. 76 years tended to do that to a person and she wouldn't blame Erick for taking his shirt back and kicking her out of the car right then and there. She wouldn't expect it but she wouldn't blame him. She watched her hand intently, to keep herself from looking at Erick, she was sure she couldn't look him in the eye. Chleo memorized the way the white of her nail dragged lightly along his tan skin, making a light indent that almost immediately disappeared as it went along. The way the smoke curled around her pale hand and bounced off their skin, fading out of existence. Anything to not look Erick in the eye. She had confessed something deep and hidden inside of her. Something that was pure, complete Chleo. No Bagheera in it at all. And for once, in the entire time she'd spent with Erick in the car, she felt completely exposed. As if he could now actually see every inch of her. And Chleo wasn't sure how she felt about it.
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Post by ERICK ROBERT BANCROFT on Jan 19, 2011 21:47:58 GMT -8
Died..... TWICE??? What in the hell did that even mean? Erick thought as he listened to Chleo's explanation. It just puzzled the hell out of him by what she meant by saying that. How could someone die twice? But after some thought maybe she meant that he had broken her heart twice, and that what she meant was that he had died to her twice. That had to be it right? Cause there was just no possible wa-. He snapped back into reality. Putting his hand over his face for a second he closed his eyes as he tried to run everything that she had said through his brain to try and grasp it better. His thought was momentarily shattered by the feeling of Chleo running her fingernail over his chest. After a few moments he grabbed her and and tried to get her to look up at him. "Well.." He said as he tried to gain a bearing on his thoughts once more. "Well its all fine with me since its really all just in the past right? I mean wouldn't it be better to think about the hear and now?"" He said as he wrapped his arms around her and gave her a good healthy squeeze. words: 208 sorry i have to go make that call :l tagged: chleo notes: none
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Post by CHLEO LENORE BATEMAN on Jan 19, 2011 21:59:24 GMT -8
UP UNTIL NOW I HAD SWORN MYSELF THAT I'M CONTENT ( ( W I T H L O N L I N E S S ) )b e c a u s e n o n e o f i t w a s e v e r w o r t h t h e r i s k - - - & & BUT DARLING YOU ARE THE[/i] T H E O N L Y E X C E P T I O N Snuggling closer to him as he squeezed her, she gave a purr of approval at the idea, "I've decided you're officially perfect. Just really, really perfect. Next time, I think we just get ice cream then go straight to the sex and then next the entertaining talking." She did want dinner, but there's something about the way they were talking after all the amazing sex. After you scream someone's name repeatedly while naked, there's not much else that you really need to hide. And Erick just made her feel safe. Comfortable. Like Chleo again. Not completely, no one would ever be able to make her feel completely Chleo again. But Erick was doing a pretty damn good job so far. "Yeah. It is all in the pa-" Chleo gave a yelp of pain as she felt the ember of her cigarette hit her filter. It had burned to far and now her skin was smoldering. Rolling her eyes, she crushed the ember between her hands and dropped the ashes in the ashtray before flexing her fingers as the skin healed. A feeling that had always been weird to her. "Found a very dirty plus side to all this," she held the now flawless skin up to his eyes so he could see, "Never have to worry about getting to rough." The air in the car had been getting to serious and Chleo had to change it. And alas! She did. Even if it was guiltily.
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Post by ERICK ROBERT BANCROFT on Jan 20, 2011 10:20:49 GMT -8
“Ice cream and then sex huh? Sounds like a plan.” Erick chuckled as he listened to Chleo. She was something alright, he thought as she continued on. Everything was going good until she seemed to have burned herself. “Are you okay?” He started to say but fell silent as her hand healed itself. "Found a very dirty plus side to all this," She said as Erick looked at her hand which was perfectly fine now. “Yeah and whats that?” He asked her a smile beginning to creep back up upon his face. "Never have to worry about getting to rough." Erick let out a laugh. Taking up her her into one of his own he began to trace his finger around where she had been burned. "That is...." He said quietly. "Quite a skill you got there." Squeezing her hand lightly he then added. "So is it just me or can all of your mutant powers be used for sexual purposes." He teased. He had planned on asking her a bit more about that guy but he realized that not only was it in the past but it really was not any of his business. He did not see her asking him about his right? So why bother her and risk getting her upset. Other than that previous little awkward spell and her burning herself everything had gone very well so far. Bringing her hand to his face he kissed it softly. "So.. Are you going to be okay?" He asked her, meaning about her hand but also he meant about what had been going on in her head. words: 269 tagged: chleo notes: none
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Post by CHLEO LENORE BATEMAN on Jan 20, 2011 17:44:05 GMT -8
UP UNTIL NOW I HAD SWORN MYSELF THAT I'M CONTENT ( ( W I T H L O N L I N E S S ) )b e c a u s e n o n e o f i t w a s e v e r w o r t h t h e r i s k - - - & & BUT DARLING YOU ARE THE[/i] T H E O N L Y E X C E P T I O N "Yes. Yes they can. It's like the universe as telling me to go be a sex goddess," was her mildly distracted reply as she flexed her hands some more. While hand injuries like paper cuts and bangs were normal, it had been a long time since she'd burned it and didn't enjoy the feeling. So.. Are you going to be okay? "My hand? Yeah. It's really not anything new. I mean after being stabbed and shot, and all other manner of things. Though I haven't been burnt in a while. The other stuff? Yeah. Yeah. Just gonna take a little time to get used to, you know? But I'll be fine. It's not like he's waltzing back into my life or anything," the end was supposed to be a joke. Entertaining. And having known Wade, Chleo chuckled loudly. Wade popping back up out of no where wouldn't have surprised her in the first decade. But now she'd made peace with it. Though whatever other plane he was on...he was probably annoying the shit out of people there. "Sorry. You...you had to know him to get that."
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Post by ERICK ROBERT BANCROFT on Jan 20, 2011 22:35:01 GMT -8
"The other stuff? Yeah. Yeah. Just gonna take a little time to get used to, you know? But I'll be fine. It's not like he's waltzing back into my life or anything, Sorry. You...you had to know him to get that." To this Erick had replied to her with, "Well all in all, I am glad that i have not met the man. Cause then things would not have gone like they have now." He shrugged and gave her a smile. It was the only thing he could think of, and make himself say at that moment. And he thought later on, he probably could not have said anything else anyway. Running his hand though her hair he asked her, "So, what now miss sex goddess?" He chuckled as he was about to light himself another cigarette but at the last moment he decided against it, and threw it to the floorboard where he knew he would eventually get to it sooner or later. Unless Chleo decided to get it. Shaking off the pointless thought in his head another popped in. After thinking for a moment he cocked his head at Chleo and asked teasingly. "Haha. Um what are we gonna do if some nosy student comes in." It was a funny thought. And what a awkward moment that would be indeed. "That would be a lil on the awkward side wouldn't it?" words: 246 tagged: chleo notes: none
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Post by CHLEO LENORE BATEMAN on Jan 22, 2011 21:15:19 GMT -8
UP UNTIL NOW I HAD SWORN MYSELF THAT I'M CONTENT ( ( W I T H L O N L I N E S S ) )b e c a u s e n o n e o f i t w a s e v e r w o r t h t h e r i s k - - - & & BUT DARLING YOU ARE THE[/i] T H E O N L Y E X C E P T I O N The idea of some student showing up was enough to make Chleo perk up. She hadn't really thought about that. In reality, it probably wasn't such a good idea to get caught. Her actions were quick, lightening fast, something from being a feral and her time at Weapon X. She pulled off her shirt and thrust it into Erick's arms before going on a easy hunt for her clothes and pulling them on. A skill she had mastered when dating Wade. There he was again. Poking at the corners of her mind. Bugging her to let him in. It was hard for Chleo to suppress her snort of laughter but she managed to do so. "I figure," she let out a grunt as she pulled her shows on, "We go to my room. Have a little more fun. And call it a night. Complete with snuggling. But that's just my opinion on the subject. I'm free to suggestions." She really couldn't see Erick arguing with the idea. And maybe he'd be able to do what he'd done before and push her old flame out of her mind. It seemed unlikely. It'll just take time, Bagheera ol' girl. You gotta a lot of things to get over. But you're strong, this voice was not her own (it was her thoughts but not her voice) but Wade's and a part of that comforted her. Even if it was her own imagination. And yet a pang of pain and -dare I say- guilt shot through her. Something she didn't let Erik see.
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Post by ERICK ROBERT BANCROFT on Apr 25, 2011 16:46:13 GMT -8
"Well I didn't mean for ya to act like the schools on fire." Erick teased as he watched Chleo frantically dress herself. Putting out his cigarette lazily against his hand he sighed and shoved his shirt down over his head with a silent groan of disappointment. That was the most fun he had, had in a long time and now it was over. Or was it? Listening to Chleo's proposition, Erick rolled the question in his mind for a moment. At least there it would be more private, although the thrill of the chance of being caught excited Erick honestly. But it was probably for the best. "I'm all for it." He said with a smile. As they got out of the car Erick shut the door a little too hard, causing the window to crack. "Shit." He cursed quietly. Turning to Chleo he laughed saying, "Ill have to fix that some other time." And with that he followed behind her, to whatever events that the night before them still had in store. words: 221 tagged: chleo notes: none
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Post by CHLEO LENORE BATEMAN on Apr 25, 2011 16:59:04 GMT -8
I BELIEVE THIS TO HAVE ENDED![/color]
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