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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 6, 2009 23:08:35 GMT -6
Returning the sweet soft kisses with her own, Pauley forced herself to stop and pull away. For some reason, she wanted to see his face, just kissed. she wanted to see his swollen lips and know that it was because of her, and not someone else who did that to him. Pink eyes and a smile looked up at the rugged face, and her smile got wider as she took in the sight of his swollen lips, just as she had hoped. Hers she was sure, looked much the same, and she was glad to know it was he, the stranger who had made an impact on her the moment they met, who had kissed her silly.
And silly she was. Silly in what she was sure was the beginnings of love. Damn it.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 6, 2009 23:24:53 GMT -6
Cian continued to kiss her and he was loving it. The feel of it. Funny. Kind of. He hadn't felt this before. It was a good feeling to be with someone feeling this new sensation. Cian was sure it was love. It had to be. Nothing else could possibly feel this good. As she pulled away though, after a few seconds he looked at her, finding her looking straight at him. He suddenly got a sick fear. He removed his hand from her waist and instead to te side of the couch. Getting a handle on his feelings or atleast trying. He was afraid that he had overstepped. That he was wronging her as he touched her. Kissed her. They were near strangers. Maybe he let his feelings get the better of him. Was she afriad? The look in her eyes didn't say so. But it was evident that he backed off a little. "Did... did I do somethin' wrong? I'm no' scaring you or anything am I?" He really didn't want that. He wanted to keep going, but he refused to if she was in the slightest way uncomfortable. That much was clear.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 6, 2009 23:45:38 GMT -6
Was he mental? A frown line creased her forehead and Pauley shook her head hard enough to make her long black braid swing back and forth. "No no! You didn't do a thing!" With a small chuckle, the young woman took him by the hand, and held it in both of hers. Releasing a deep breath, she decided it was time to say what was on her mind.
"You did nothing wrong. I just wanted to look at you. I wanted to see what your lips looked like when just kissed. I wanted to relish the fact that it was me who did that to you. I don't know what it is, but there is something about you that just, well, I don't know how to explain it, but I think we have a connection that I don't know how to explain. So no, you did nothing wrong. In fact, you did everything right." To prove her point, the slim woman leaned over and brushed her lips across his lightly. "See?"
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 7, 2009 0:08:10 GMT -6
He looked at her expression and was almost, but not quite, confused. She said that he hadn't done anything wrong, it was a huge relief to him. He was more then glad for it. He remained hovering over top of her as she continued on to explain herself. A broad smile had graced his face as he had gained that knowlege. The brush of the lips she gave him was a very welcomed gift indeed. Once she had made her point, Cian grinned again. "Good... I hate making people uncomfortable... thanks for explaining tha'..." He leaned back down and placed a kiss on her lips again. It still felt right. Like he belonged here or something. His hand had returned to its place on her waist once more and he ran it up a little. Just a little. Allowing it to rest where it had found home on her side. His kissing continued on, but as it seemed that he had permission to go a little further, he ran his tongue gently across her bottom lip having nipped it gently. He slipped his tongue between her lips to seek out her own tongue in a dance.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 7, 2009 13:07:01 GMT -6
More than glad that he understood, Pauley more than willingly let him kiss her again, the feel of his tongue of hers making her shudder. She could feel the heat of his hand on her side, it was like a white hot heat burning into her skin. Returning his kiss, she kissed her way down his chin, nipping at it as she kissed down his neck, the dark stubble scratching at her face. Reaching the junction of neck and shoulder, she kissed the little hollow and nipped at it as well before kissing and lightly biting her way back up to his very swollen lips.
Running a hand up his lag and letting it rest lightly on his thigh, Pauley kissed him hard, almost desperately. She was beginning to worked up, and wanted him. bad.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 7, 2009 13:30:19 GMT -6
The heat of the kiss was evident in the response he got from her. He nipped her lip again. Loving the feeling. This was so much better then playing Wii. So much more reality then virtual. He smiled into each kiss over and over again. It was then that he sighed silently due to her moves. kisses moving down and away from his lips. Neck and then that little hollow that everyone, or atleast most people had. He gave a small, very small groan at that as she nipped her way back to find his lips. He was definately enjoying himself. His lips meeting hers in a furious lock. Passionate and a little hugry too. He deeply kissed her. Feeling her hand on his thigh. He smiled into her desperate kisses. Moving his hand a little. Further up and then running it back down along her side. Resting his hand firmly against her waist. squeezing ever so gently and then releasing a little. If something wasn't done to stop this, he didn't thing he was going to stop at all.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 7, 2009 13:46:33 GMT -6
Sitting on the couch, Pauley could have cried out because of the sexual tension that beginning to fill the room. In dire need of breath, she kissed him softly and pulled back slightly, resting her forehead on his chest. Her breathing was labored, and it felt as if her heart was going to burst from her chest. Though a near stranger, he made her feel more alive and more comfortable with herself than anyone ever had before. No other man, or woman had made her want them so much in such a little time. And that was part of the problem. She wanted him. Since the first at the club earlier that evening (was is really only just a few hours ago that they had danced so close?) she knew she didn't want to let this perfect man go.
Ginning, Pauley looked back up at the face she would never get tired of seeing. His eyes were so deep, she wondered what color they were to those who didn't see life in shades of gray. To her, they are the most beautiful shade she had even seen, but it would still be nice to be able to see them as they really are. Giving him a soft kiss, Pauley rested a hand on the one of his at her side, and sighed in contentment. "Um, if we're not careful, uh, I won't be able to stop." Moving his hand from her side, she pulled it to her lips and kissed the top of his hand.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 7, 2009 14:11:16 GMT -6
It was hard to imagine that just a few hours ago they were in a club together. Knowing only first names and such little information about one another. They really were strangers. So how did they get here? Cian both tried to figure that out and ignore it. Kissing continued. It was heavenly. But as she pulled away and rested her forehead on his chest he smiled and kissed the top of her head gently. Holding her close still with one arm. It wasn't hard to tell that he was very fond of her. More then just fond. He was finding a powerful attraction to her. He just loved being with her. Even though it was only a short while. He really enjoyed it.
He caught her grinning up at him and looked down at her with an equal grin on his face. He loved looking at her. Especially her pink eyes. It was so incredibly unique and interesting, they held his focus with great ease. A hand on his that had been resting on her waist. She kissed him and he greeted it eagerly. He heard what she was telling him and he understood it. She took his hand off her wasit and kissed the back of his hand. He smiply grinned at her and chuckled very lightly. "So then Pauley..." He said as he let go of a soft sigh. "Wha' would you have us do?" He chuckled. "because I feel the same... "
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 7, 2009 14:28:27 GMT -6
Now that she was breathing normally again, the young woman began to think clearly. This kind of behavior was not usual for her. Normally, Pauley was very logical, able to keep her own. But this man, he did something to her. The moment his lips would touch hers, all thought went to the wind. But she realized something. She had no idea what his last name happened to be. She recalled their first meeting when he lit her cigarette and they talked for quite a long time at the coffee shop, but neither one of them gave a last name when they introduced themselves. Which meant he didn't know hers either.
With a short laugh, Pauley smiled. "Well, as much as I know what I would like to do about it, I just realized that I don't even know your last name." She laughed and kissed his cheek. "Not that it really matters now, but all the same." She snuggled into his arms and kissed his chin. "Mine is Hammond, by the way." Not that is mattered. Not at all.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 7, 2009 14:48:24 GMT -6
He sat quietly, awaiting her to answer his question. He remained holding her in his arms. But not making any further moves. He wouldn't. He could think of many who would just keep on, but no. Thats not how he was raised. But he had to admit that every time she touched him, every time she looked at him. That flash of a glance he caught her giving him earlier. He smiled though as she answered him finally. A kiss on his cheek as she snuggled into his arms. He held her tight and close. Looking at her he chuckled. "Well, its a pleasure te meet you Miss Hammond..." He laughed a little. "Mahoney is the name passed down to me... My father is half Irish.." He laughed. He hadn't really realised just how little he knew. Well, he knew he didn't know all that much about her. But last names? He had forgotten that they both had failed to give out that detail. Suddenly, as he held her close, he looked around. "Damnit... Pauley?" He said. "Do you have any fags?" He needed a smoke now. Then he looked at her again. remembering the American meaning of fag and he chuckled. "Sorry.. Again I merge terms.. I mean smokes..." He chuckled a little.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 7, 2009 15:02:13 GMT -6
Content, Pauley curled around the man sitting with her, wrapping an arm around him. She giggled as he spoke, loving his accent. Half Irish was fine with her. As long as he was there with her was all that mattered at the moment. When he asked about a cigarette, she couldn't help but burst into light peals of laughter. She knew what a fag was in that context. "I know what you meant. But yea, I have a pack or two."
Sadly, she unfolded herself from his arms and found her smokes right where she had left them in the kitchen. On her way back, she grabbed the ashtray and sat back down on the couch. She put two cigarettes between her lips, flicked a match off of the matchbook that always sat on the coffee table, and lit both. Grinning, she handed him his, and took another drag off of her own. Placing the ashtray on the couch besode them, Pauley took her place back in his arms.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 7, 2009 19:42:14 GMT -6
Cian smiled as she understood what he had meant. He usually got looked at weird when he asked that question. Then he would have to find some way to explain himself out of the situation and the looks. He felt cold as she got up though and left him. That empty space on the couch. no, he didn't like it. She came back with an ash trey and set it on the couch. Handing him the one lit smoke. "thank you.."He took it an set it between his lips. sucking back and inhaling deeply. Letting the precious toxin filling his lungs before expelling it to the air in a puff of smoke rings. He enjoyed blowing rings. They entertaine him. More then happy that she had settled back into his arms. He hugged her close. Enjoying the simple act of being here with her. He took another drag of the fag. "Fuck... I love te smoke... " He breathed quietly an a little harshly. Enjoying the moment as his addiction was fed. He sighed gently. Letting the smoke plume out from his nostrils and from between his lips as he spoke. "Thanks for the... smoke."
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 7, 2009 20:03:01 GMT -6
Exhaling, Pauley flicked her burnt cherry into the ash tray and took another drag. Yes, she liked to smoke as well, but she would much rather be kissing him instead. But this was a good second. The movie was very nearly over, but her mind really wasn't on Seth Green or the movie. No, she was wondering what her, well, she wasn't quite sure what he was to her, would say to her photographing him. His features were perfect. The way his smile lit up his face, and yet how being serious was just as attractive. He had great bone structure, and a great body. Just sitting against him, Pauley knew he had to work out sometimes, because she felt no love handles there. She herself loved to run in the mornings or later in the evening to stay in shape.
Finishing her cigarette, she put it out in the ash tray and kissed his cheek. A quick glance at the clock above the television told her it was after two in the morning, but she couldn't give a damn. Sitting up a bit, she took the ash tray and placed it on the table, then climbed onto the mans lap. Putting a hand on each side of his face, Pauley ran her thumbs along his jaw, cheeks, lips, forehead, eyebrows, and gently over his eyes and over his nose. She didn't know if this night would be last she saw of him, and she wanted to know how his face felt. How he felt.
"I should photograph you. You are the perfect subject." Kissing his nose, lips, chin, and lips again, Pauley instinctively gound against the man beneath her, kissing him again. He was perfect.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 7, 2009 21:11:59 GMT -6
He smoked it right down to the filter. That was such a stupid thing to do, but he did it anyway. Dying young. God yes that was apealing. right... He watched her movements as she rid herself of her own smoke and set the trey aside. She sat down in his lap and looked at him. For the longest time and Cian just looked at her with a curious expression. But soon that was changing. Pauley`s hands were running all over his face. Each and every individual feature of his face. Cheeks, brow, chin, nose, everything. Jawline. Every detail in his young face was being touched by her hands and he had to admit. That was a bit of a.... shaking it from his mind as he knew it could only go somewhere indecent, he just looked at her.
She made her statement and it made him grin and chuckle a little. but soon a kiss. Nose, lips, chin, lips again. He greated her kisses with welcome. Then pulled back and looked at her. "Photograph me?" he chuckled a little and smiled. "Really? Perfect subject you say? I honestly wouldn`think tha'..." He chuckled a little and smiled at her. "Usually no' a second glance is taken in my direction... Not really and if there is.. I don`t notice.. " He smiled at her again and chuckled. "If you're willing te break yer cameras on my hidious appearance.. " Another chuckle sounded, but he didn't realy hold much of an opinion of himself as far as features went. "then be my guest."
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 7, 2009 21:24:03 GMT -6
With a grin, Pauley pecked the man beneath her on the lips, then stood. Taking him by the hand, she pulled him off of the couch and across the flat into the section she had set aside for her studio. There was the perfect rusty chair in there that she wanted him to sit on as she photographed him. Her favorite camera sat on the work table and she looped the strap around her neck. Finding the chair, she placed it on the center of the floor and smiled at him. Hoping he wasn't uncomfortable, Pauley pointed at the chair.
"You are handsome. Trust me." With a crooked grin, she pointed her camera and clicked, not bothering with the lighting. "Will you sit there and straddle the chair? Please?" She pecked him on the cheek, then spun to turn on her lights and set them up. She was in her element and loved being able to share this with Cian.
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