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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 21, 2008 5:12:03 GMT -5
Nodding slightly she reclined her body backwards from where she already sat on the bed, her eyes now staring at the ceiling, hair splayed out around her head like a blue, black and white halo. "There's always something to do Frank," she breathed, a grin spreading her lips, damn she had a bad mind. Changing her eyes from the ceiling to him she smiled again, eyes flickering to the two studs in his lips, back when she'd had her lip pierced instead of her septum, they'd made some awfully odd sounds when they kissed, but now there was nothing to clank together, it was probably a good thing.
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 21, 2008 18:35:04 GMT -5
Ah, Twigg had such a horrible mind. But it could always be ignored, not that Frank ever wanted to. Shaking his head with a smile on his face, Frank looked at Twigg. "Of course there's always somerhing to do," he said. "Some thing should just be avoided at times." Noticing the way Twigg was looking at his snake bites, Frank quickly ran his fingers along the small piercings. No blood. Maybe it was swollen? He pressed at the skin for a moment then shrugged. Maybe she just liked them. Frank stared at a Paramore poster for a moment, then his eyes flickered to a Fall Out Boy poster, but they somehow found their way to Twigg again.
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 23, 2008 11:38:58 GMT -5
The choice of words he used caused one of her arched eyebrows to raise further up her smooth forehead, and a smile tug at her lips as she met his blue eyes. There was a hint of teasing to that smile and she gave a small shrug of her shoulders, still laid on her back beside him. "If you say so love," she finally replied, the teasing tone had found its way into her words too. She found the sudden fiddling with his piercings and the journey of his eyes around the room, looking at everything but him, quite sweet, but undeniably frustrating, there was only so much a girl could put out there without her reputation being questioned... then again Twigg's reputation wasn't as clean or good as she'd want it to be.
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 23, 2008 18:11:23 GMT -5
Not liking the silence that had come over them, Frank looked at Twigg, searching for words to say. "Is there anything you want to do before you go home?" he questioned. "Anything at all?" God forbid Frank ever get a room mate. He'd either be too clingy or drive them to insanity from being anti-social. But whe Twigg came over, it was a mix of both, which drove Frank and probably even Twigg insane. Right now, though. He was being a bit of both. He didn't want her to go because he's get lonely sitting at the piano trying to write music, and Twigg's presence just made everything better it seemed.
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 24, 2008 6:27:22 GMT -5
The question was almost a too tempting device to tease him with and she remained silent for a few more moments, a noticeably teasing smily tugging at her mouth. Wriggling closer to him she bit back the sight that threatened to escape her lips. Reaching up one slender hand she brushed aside the part of Frank's hair that covered his eyes, something she often did when she was at a loss, simply to see his clear blue eyes that she loved so much. Staring into them for a while, she smiled again and let the hair fall, hiding those amazing eyes once more. Well it was as good a moment as any wasn't it? Leaning forward she pressed her lips gently against his, almost tentatively, which wasn't something that Twigg did well. Oh hell, he had to have seen it coming, hadn't he?
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 24, 2008 17:03:12 GMT -5
Uh-oh. Touching Frank's hair was a big no-no, as many people knew. He didn't mind when Twigg did, though. She had the right. But when their lips met, Frank had seemed kind of shocked. Of course he had noticed the sexual tension smothering his bedroom, but he hadn't thought that Twigg would actually kiss him. Ah, to hell with it. He liked being kissed. Especially by people he really thought he loved. By people he actually thought he had a chance of marrying. Twigg fit the bill perfectly. He didn't pull away. He didn't breathe. He held his breath as he took Twigg's hands, returning her kiss with a soft, yet intimidating, like he wanted to scare her into kissing him. But when he pulled away, he laughed softly and shook his head. "Anything at all, I see? It works, m'dear."
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 24, 2008 17:08:35 GMT -5
Keeping her lips pressed against his she shifted on the bed until she could feel the press of his body against hers, one of her favourite places to be was in Frank's arms, not necessarily in a sexual way, but just being held by him seemed to ensure all her troubles melted away and everything would be alright again. Twigg kept the kiss sensual, not even attempting to impose herself on him or slip her tongue inside her mouth as she was so used to doing with everyone else. When she felt him pull back, she blinked slightly and looked up at him, her lips felt sensitive but she ignored the tingling sensation and met his eyes, smiling at his comment. "Well you didn't seem to have any ideas."
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 24, 2008 17:17:38 GMT -5
"No, no," he said, smiling as he held her waist loosely. "I guess I didn't. But your ideas are always brilliant, no?" Not wanting to make her mad or upset by kissing her again, he simply kissed her cheek. With her reputation and the way people talked about his sexuality, would people honestly believe they were more than two friends who had gotten drunk and made a sex tape? Shaking the thought from his mind, he kissed her lips again, this time very gently, like his best friend was an expensive porcelain doll that was meant to be admired from a far than kiss and adore in your arms.
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 24, 2008 17:37:35 GMT -5
The feel of his arms around her waist made her smile, it was the little things like this that she missed when Frank was feeling nervous about them, the soft comforting weight of his arm on her side was perfect. "You're right, I am always brilliant," the teasing in her voice was followed by a small laugh as her eyes twinkled up at him. As he kissed her cheek she made a small content sound, fighting the urge to let her eyes flutter shut and fall asleep in his arms. She welcomed the next kiss, this one on her lips as she put her arms loosely around his neck. The sexual tension had dissolved into something less dangerous and more loving, something they were more used to really.
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 24, 2008 17:51:45 GMT -5
He'd always been a catious person, wheter it was around hearts or bones, Frank had always been scared of breaking them. Especially the girls and guys he was close to. Like Twigg, for example. But at this moment, Frank didn't care about breaking her heart. He wasn't scared about her breaking his. They were just there. Together. Not quite friends with benefits, but something more than just partners in crime. He felt it. And just like Frank's old fear of breaking hearts, his fear of getting his snake bites ripped out of his skin faded, too. His arms tightened around her waist and pressed his lips against her again. Was it a sign that he was secretly in love with her? Or did she think it was just something they did at his house? He didn't care; he didn't care about anything but Twigg at the moment. And he loved it.
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 24, 2008 18:10:34 GMT -5
Whenever Frank went quiet, Twigg knew he was thinking deeply, much more than a normal person, about his feelings and the feelings of people around him. That was what made him special, he always tried to put other people's feelings before his, especially when it came to her and Kennie. When she felt his arms tighten around her waist she expected it to be nothing more than a friendly reminded that he was here or just to get her attention, what she didn't expect was the push of his lips against hers once more, more passionately this time. It was all so simply and familiar as she returned his kiss, finally parting his lips with her tongue as she tangled her hands in his hair. She knew it wouldn't last long, it never did, Frank always seemed afraid of breaking her, or offending her. As if him kissing her could ever be a bad thing.
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 24, 2008 18:44:01 GMT -5
Ah, what could he say? He seemed to be so old-fashioned after growing up a bit. He pulled his head away from hers but still held onto her waist. Instead of getting over the sudden rush of fear, Frank laid down on his bed, his arms still clinging to her waist. "Ah, Twigg," he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again. Twigg was still there. That part was good. But he still felt like he had something to be scared about. Like he'd hurt her in some way. He knew the fear was stupid, since Twigg was practically unbreakable, but Frank always cared too much.
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 24, 2008 18:58:15 GMT -5
She had expected it, so why was she so disappointed when he pulled away? Letting out a sigh she resisted the urge to move his hair once more, he really was infuriating at times, but when she was with Frank it wasn't like when she was with anyone else, she felt safe and loved beyond she could have imagined, she was willing to accept his little perks and habits that she may have not taken from anyone else. Laying there once more in his arms she watched him close his eyes briefly, speaking her name as if he was still unsure of the circumstances they were in. Extending her head she pressed a gentle, almost sisterly kiss to his forehead, she now treating him as if he were the precious one she could easily scare or break.
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Post by Frank Canstine on Mar 24, 2008 19:12:56 GMT -5
Feeling her lips on his head, Frank looked up at her and smiled softly. She apparently wanted him to know what it was like to be protected TOO much. "Ah, Twigg," he sighed. "I'm sorry, my dear. I really am. I care too much, don't I?" It had come out more as a statement than a question, mainly because it had been a statement. He cared too much. He worried too much. It would kill both of them one day. He was sorry. He couldn't NOT care. It'd just be too hard.
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Post by Selene "Twigg" Richards on Mar 24, 2008 19:23:49 GMT -5
When he looked up at her she rested her head against the side of his face, her nose breathing in the sweet familiar scent of his shampoo and his skin as she lay against him. As he spoke she looked back at him in curiosity, wondering what was bothering him, she really didn't mind the way he was, she was prepared to wait her entire life if it made Frank happy and unthreatened. A warm smile curled her lips at his words. "You've nothing to be sorry about love, and you can never care too much, you have no idea how much I appreciate how much you do care about me," sighing lightly she settled her head again. "Where would I be without you, eh?"
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