patience took you for everything « Reply #15 on Jun 22, 2009, 4:19pm »
There are too many feelings swelling and bursting at her core that it’s impossible for Mo to name all of them! As a matter of fact, it’s hard for her to separate one from the next, they’ve blending into confusing mass of trouble and guilt and tension and uncertainty. This is exactly what she tries desperately to do, though. She tries hard to pick apart each emotion as they balloon in her chest, she makes an effort to name each one as it slips out of her grasp. Terror seems to be the most prevalent, but it’s not him that she’s afraid of, it’s his proximity. It’s this single emotion that has her esophagus constricting around her already short breaths. She tries to decipher through the emotions so that she doesn’t have to think about the muscles of his arms shifting against the bare flesh stretched taut across her stomach or the well-crafted chest pressed hard into her back. She clenches her jaw and tries for a smile but fails, her mouth only trembling for an instant before falling still.
The way he says her name has her grimacing and she’s thankful that she’s facing away from him so that he can’t see it. Oh, this is too painful for her to even bear! This is so wrong that she knows that it would be a death wish to stay any longer. Mo was never one to flirt with disaster, but she can’t seem to tear herself away from him. She can’t remember a time in her life where she was ever so conflicted as she is now. Her mind is screaming at her to go but her body refuses to cooperate. Essentially, her body acts as a strait-jacket, even more so than his arms wound around her waist.
Somehow, she turns to face him, though she doesn’t remember ever ordering herself to do so. Her body must have adopted a brain of its own that acts independently of the brain that is actually thinking coherently, the brain that’s telling her to high-tail it out of there!
She what? She… needs to go. She… kind of is finding it nearly impossible to keep herself from kissing him? He’s too close, he’s clouding her mind with thoughts that don’t belong there. She’s painfully aware of his fingertips along the knobs of her vertebrae, massaging the surrounding muscles and she resists the urge to rest her cheek on his chest, to remain that way for the rest of time.
Maybe she’s imagining that his face is getting closer, maybe she’s just secretly hoping that it might be. But he’s bringing a hand from her back to cover her own with it and she’s definitely not imagining the fact that he’s ushering her hand down the impressive expanse of his chest. Absently, she lifts her free hand to press her fingertips to his mouth, raising her eyes bravely to his as she begins to tremble faintly.
“You’re not very nice,” she whispers, her voice catching in her throat as she shifts her fingers a fraction so that that the tips rest gently at the corner of his mouth. Lucky for her (or perhaps positively UNLUCKY) the water is deep enough that she’s almost at the same level as him, so she only has to shift a little bit to close the space between their partially-open mouths. She doesn’t allow her mouth to touch down, though. Instead, she shifts her hand from his mouth to the back of his head, tangling her fingers in the wet mop of hair at the back of his neck. Her eyes flutter from his mouth and back up to his eyes, trembling and faint, their breath mingling in the limited space between them.
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and could you ever forgive me, please. « Reply #16 on Jun 22, 2009, 4:48pm »
This is exactly what he had been afraid of. Gabriel was more then aware of the power women held over him, just as he was equally aware of the power he held over a woman. Still, this was little Mo.. he remembered practically reading her and Abby bedtime stories when they’d have their ridiculous sleep overs. He also remembered making girls climb a tree up to his room, so he wouldn’t disturb Abby and Mo sleeping down the hall. Yet here he was, not with some other girl or usual fake blonde bimbo but with Monet. His kid sisters childhood best friend, still her best friend he reminded himself. Yet, she was so much more now.. a beautiful woman, a natural blonde and Gabriel was willing to bet his family’s entire fortune that her curves were real, and not the result of plastic surgery.
She was better then his usual type, and that little fact was proving a bigger problem then even he had anticipated when reluctantly agreeing to go swimming. He hadn’t expected to be this drawn to her, this attracted, and this incapable of just letting go and walking away. Walking away was usually easy, Gabriel was normally pretty indifferent when it came to which lady received his undue attention but in this case right now he wouldn’t be satisfied with anyone but her. Damn it. Damn it to fucking hell. Why the hell had he willingly submitted himself to this sort of torture? Gabriel couldn’t remember the last time he’d tried to behave this badly.
Mo might not have been one to flirt with disaster, but that was exactly Gabriel’s type of kink. The forbidden fruit, that was one thing (beyond women in general) he could just not say no too. Whether she realized it or not, in this moment in time little Mo had this big, bad boy wrapped around her little finger. Certainly had his arms wrapped around her, too. His gaze goes blurry, refocusing only when she speaks and he gives a forced little smile. God, if only she had any idea. Not very nice? He was the worst sort of boy, he got in all sorts of trouble - but he really did mean well, and Monet knew better then most just how caring and loving Gabriel could be - Abigail had always been his favorite sibling, after all. He’d doted on her - and likewise Monet - right from the very beginning.
“Trust me babe... when I say I am trying to behave..” but she was making it so damn well impossible. While his brain told her to let her go and walk away, and to take a cold dip at that his body definitely had a mind of it’s own. Drawn closer towards Monet like she was the opposite end of his magnet. Trying, but failing. the erotically innocent trace of her fingers down his chest, and Gabriel felt like he was going to explode when her other hand tangled in his wet hair. Yeah, he definitely failed. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he caught both her cheeks in his hand and stole her lips without another word. Kissing her with all the passion of an artist, one whose craft of expression was in the medium of love making.
i need you like a heart needs a beat « Reply #17 on Jun 22, 2009, 6:38pm »
Mo knows she’s nothing special, this is a fact that she came to terms with long ago. She is a little girl trapped in a woman’s body, but it’s a body she’s beginning to resent less and less… But she knows she’s not one-true love material really, she’s too silly for that. Sure, she can be serious. She’s being pretty serious right now, in fact, frozen in his arms like a fly caught in amber. But it doesn’t happen often and most guys, well, they don’t really like to be around a girl who’s always silly all the time. She doesn’t mind, she’s perfectly happy without boys anyway.
She was kissed once when she was in grade school and a boy, Joe Miller, came up to her and told her that he’d decided she was his girlfriend. She’d been even more naïve and innocent back then and had agreed to the requirements of being a ten-year-old’s girlfriend. Until, one day during recess, he’d kissed her right on the mouth and, before she could stop herself, she slapped him. She was really sorry, it was just a reflex. But she couldn’t explain that to Joe or to the teacher or even the principal. She never meant for it to happen. High school came and went without much physical attention from boys, though she had a good deal of friends who tried to set her up on dates that never did work out. She never would have let any of them close enough to actually kiss her regardless. So there’s just that one with Joe. That’s her one kiss memory and it’s pretty pathetic. But she’s not thinking about this. No, she’s wondering how she ended up here with this self-proclaimed sex god. She’s wondering why he’s staying, why he’s staying here with little Mo. She remembers those stories he read them, he remembers the ways he’d always been so kind to them, generally treating them like princesses rather than snot-nosed brats. This memory inspires a watery smile as she tangles her fingers in his hair and he speaks and the sound of his voice sinks into her skin and seeps into her bones.
And then it happens, the very thing she’d been waiting for but had been half-hoping wouldn’t happen. She manages to catch a breath before his mouth crashes over hers, very aware of the feel of his hands tender against her cheeks. She snaps her eyes closed and reciprocates the gesture to the best of her ability. As previously stated, she’s not too experienced in the kissing department, but she figures it can’t hurt to just wing it. Maybe it won’t be too obvious that she’s a novice. Then again it is Gabe (it’s Gabe, good lord), and she knows that he’s probably kissed all manner of women and he’ll be able to tell.
A new sensation blossoms in her gut and, acting without thinking, she presses herself harder against him, looping an arm around his neck for leverage. Her mind is blissfully blank so that she can actually concentrate on forcing her mouth to move in time with his. It’s wrong, yes, this she knows. But it doesn’t feel wrong, not anymore.
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I don't think I can hold back anymore « Reply #18 on Jun 22, 2009, 7:17pm »
Nothing special? She’s fooling yourself. It doesn’t take a woman-obsessed lover like Gabriel to notice that. Not only was she an incredibly talented artist, but she was honest and loyal and full of positive energy. If that wasn’t enough to make her attractive then toss in the Barbie-esque body and you’ve pretty much hit gold. Oh, he knows what, or rather whom, he is holding in his brawny arms is indeed very special and that was exactly why it was wrong and why he was a very, very naughty boy. He should know better. That’s without even mentioning the fact he’s pretty much robbing the cradle, talk about jailbait.
Yet, none of this has loosened his grip on Monet anymore then his logical sense has. Hah, his brain winning over the desires of his penis? Yeah right. He was only male, after all. Still, we shouldn’t really use that as an excuse. You’d think he could develop a little bit of will power. Nope, instead he agrees to go swimming with his baby sisters bestie just because she smiled all pretty like, and now he finds her the quivering blonde about to push him over the edge. Shit. This had happened far quicker then he would have liked. Wait, had he planned this? No, he couldn’t have possibly agreed to this knowing what would happen... but he had, hadn’t he?
Oh who knows, what remains evident is that the closer Monet’s lithe frame comes towards his body the harder he finds it is to resist her. All he wants to do is wrap her creamy thighs around his hips and... No Gabriel, bad, bad boy. Stop thinking those terrible things. This is your little sisters best friend. Remember that. She’s practically family. But, it was no use. For as many times as he could tell himself that was the truth that little devil voice inside him would just quirk up that she is not family... and if anyone is going to educate her on the ways of expressing love and passion it should be him, a trust worthy guy who’s known her his whole life and isn’t going to go fucking her over. Okay, so maybe he was romanticizing the whole scenario a little, but could you blame him? He’d tell himself just about anything right in this moment if it made it okay to kiss her, and seemingly in the end he’d convinced himself to stop thinking about it and just do it.
He’d always been rash.
Yes, this behavior was typical of him. To be expected, even.. but Monet matching his passion to the best of knowledge.. now that was unexpected. He had half assumed she’d push him away, or worse still slap him by reflex, the moment he went in for the kiss. But instead he found her arm around his neck and her hot little body pushed dangerously close to his. God. It was too much. She was too much. He’d been trying so hard to behave, really but the guttural sound his throat makes is hardly innocent and his experienced hands are more suggestive then perhaps they should have been as sensual massages were delivered down her neck and shoulders. Wrong? Maybe. But it couldn’t feel more right.
Tilting her chin up with his fingers, he takes further liberties with his tongue. Deepening the passionate exchange and for now, content enough to think that nothing else existed but them, floating here in this water world. It was easier to forget about all the consequences his current actions would have if he just focused on her and making her feel beyond wonderful - something this boy did surprisingly well.
gravity forgot to pull me back to the ground again « Reply #19 on Jun 22, 2009, 7:52pm »
She thinks about Abby. She knows she shouldn’t, but she doesn’t. No matter how hard she fights to keep her mind clear, Abs infiltrates the barriers to giggle in her thoughts. What will Abs think? Oh god, Mo, what will Abs think? At this point, she can only hope that Abs will find it in her heart to forgive her because little Mo is in too far to just walk away now. It comes as a shock that instinct seems to take over where her mind cannot venture any further. While, consciously, she has absolutely no idea what to do next, it seems like her body responds perfectly. Which shouldn’t come as much of a surprise, seeing as this little adventure they’re embarking on is perfectly natural, therefore it should be obvious that all the answers would be ingrained in her already.
She responds to every touch, even the softest ones (especially the softest ones), her flesh turning soft beneath his fingertips, her body bending to his will. With a stirring of her characteristic courage, she curls the fingers of the hand pressed into his chest to drag her fingernails down his vulnerable flesh - barely touching down, reminiscent of feathers.
She allows him to tilt her chin up and even goes the extra step in parting her lips, though uncertainty flares boldly in her chest. This is certainly uncharted territories but she does trust him because, he’s right, she’s known him almost her whole life and he seems as good a candidate as any - if not better than most. Abs sneaks back into her mind, but she chases her out. Abs will understand, won’t she? She’ll be happy for Mo, even if it is Gabe we’re talking about and not that kind, kind, darling boy who’d helped her rearrange the game room at the hotel. Her heart sinks in her chest but she makes no move to deny him. Instead, she beckons him closer still, tightening her arm around his neck and arching her spine to meld herself as close as possible.
Without meaning to and without even really fully realizing it, she hitches her leg - only the one because both would be too much for innocent little Mo - loose around his hip. If little Mo was really fully aware of her actions she might even be disappointed in herself but her mind has floated away from her body and she’s left running on instinct alone. Her instinct tells her that this is the best idea she’s had all day and she allows his tongue to venture into her mouth because, well, it’s a peculiar and pleasant sensation to be sure. So much so that she actually grins, her mouth curving upward against the friction of his own.
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you are making me go c r a z y « Reply #20 on Jun 22, 2009, 9:04pm »
Tell Abby? Hell, Gabriel is mighty convinced that not informing Abigail of this little clandestine kissing in the ocean was the best possibly form of action. Gabriel might have been the big, bad brother of the family - although Az was giving him a run for his money these days - but even he didn’t want to piss of Abigail. Yeah, not smart. She’d go psycho karate on his ass, or at least pull out a blackmail card or two. When it came to Abigail, she didn’t get more protective over anyone then her little soul mate, and best friend, Monet. Whoops. Like I said, Gabriel was perfectly happy with the plan to keep this their dirty little secret.
Honestly, Gabriel would have been surprised to learn he was her first real kiss - the one with that other guy when she was a kid didn’t count. Not the way this one did, anyway. The way she responded to him was so natural, she might as well have been practicing all the time, with other guys or even her own elbow. It didn’t matter, her lips moved to keep up with his and even when his tongue pressed forth she let him explore even if it did tip up her nerves. So yes, for all that both his and her minds told them this was terribly wrong, their bodies had completely different ideas and expressed as much by responding in kind. Interacting with one another in surprisingly pleasurable ways.
Mixed signals or not, Mo had not pushed him away and that was enough encouragement for Gabriel. His lust for her was developing remarkably quick, to the point it surprised even him. “You’re so beautiful.” he murmurs against her lips, hoisting her one leg that wraps around his waist with a supportive hand that sprawls out to massage the sensitive underside of her thigh, working the muscles of her hamstring in such a way to loosen her tensity and relax her nerves. The way she arched against him was driving him crazy, and Gabriel knew it was only a little longer before he couldn’t contain himself anymore. It was so, so, ridiculously hard to resist just flat out ravishing her right now.
He knew though, That Mo was not like this and somehow despite his own lurching desires both for her and to put some ice down his boxer shorts he drew away. Relinquishing the taste of honey he could taste on her skin the boy murmurs some inaudible apology against her temple and squeezes his eyes closed. While he hadn’t stopped clutching her tight up against his body, he had managed to stop dazzling her with his mouth. Now if only he found the strength to untangle his arms from her... but alas, such was too difficult and his hot breath remained close enough to tickle across her exposed flesh. It was enough to make even him shiver. “Mo...” he began, not sure where to start and was silent a moment as he ran a thumb down her spine. “Maybe you should just.. we should.. you could.. teach me how to paint?” God, he was stretching here - trying to think about anything but laying her flat out against the sand and making sweet, tender love - and it had been a arbitrary streak of a bluish purple near her temple that had given him the idea of painting.
comfortable as rain on sunday « Reply #21 on Jun 22, 2009, 10:11pm »
Mo can’t keep this a secret from her Abs, there’s simply no way. Even if she didn’t particularly want to tell her, she knew she’d never ever be able to keep it a secret, no matter how hard she tried. Certain things just have certain ways of coming out unannounced and while Mo is quite good at keeping Abby’s secrets, she’s not too good at keeping her own.
What happens next breaks her heart clean in two, the words her presses into her mouth and, much to her surprise, hot tears sting the backs of her eyes. Lucky for her, her eyes are pressed hard-closed and those silly tears are kept at bay. It’s a little stupid and she feels foolish, but it’s not her fault that even her tear ducts have developed a mind of their own! To avoid paying too close attention to those stupid little tears, she involves herself even more in the heated passion charging between them.
Her breath catches in her throat so that she has to tear her mouth from his to catch a gasp between her teeth as his hand moves to the ultra-sensitive plains of flesh of her thigh. A series of tremors chase each other up and down the length of her rigid spine and she returns her mouth to his in earnest.
But it all comes to a screeching halt when he draws away on his own accord. Her mind slams back into her body and she glances down to calculate just how tangled the two of them are. As a matter of fact, she might even be a little embarrassed by her reckless abandon. But her hand doesn’t leave his chest, her arm doesn’t leave his neck, and her leg remains hoisted across his hip. Mo. She’s a child and shame burns hot at her core. She’s a foolish little girl. With that shame flaming in her cheeks, she ducks her head to press her forehead into his damp chest, hiding out there.
Painting is a better idea, she knows that. She’d known it was wrong, they both had, but she also knows that this memory is going to haunt her for the rest of her life. For a long time, she doesn’t say anything. She’s still, pressed into his chest, peering out at the writhing sea. “There’s not much to it,” she whispers at long last, a fleeting grin flickering on her face before it fades and burns out.
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sundays suck, how about a tuesday? « Reply #22 on Jun 23, 2009, 1:15am »
Too bad Gabriel hadn’t been aware of how close Abigail and Mo were, to the point they could not hold back secrets from one another. Then maybe he wouldn’t have gone around making-out with his sisters best friend. Or then again, maybe he was perfectly aware of this fact and was actually a part of his plan to let Monet go ahead and be the one to spill the beans. After all, Abigail would never harm Mo - but she just might be so inspired to try and beat the shit out of Gabriel if she knew of this.
Girls were so freaking complicated. Gabriel could swear he could feel the heat of burning tears of barely managed to keep at bay and he had no idea what he had done. He’d called her beautiful, but girls rarely cried when he told them such things, especially when such admissions were made so earnestly. He really was sincere, she was beautiful - he could see it was plain as day. What he failed to understand, was why claiming so had caused such tension and frustration on her part.
Unfortunately, before he could delve to the root of that problem, Gabriel became much too distracted with the passion exchanged between meshed lips, fused together with the heat of the moment and the intensity of their growing and developing desires. He can only smile at her response to his fingertips upon her thigh, and pressed those same fingers a little more gently across her flesh. Barely more then a tickle, and meanwhile he was still kissing at her ears, and cheeks and lips, oh those lips.
Screeching to a halt. Definitely the appropriate way to put it. The movements made Gabriel feel jarred, like he was now doing something aghast, something wrong by not kissing her... but, he was going to have too or he knew he’d never be able to stop himself. The silence between them is awkward now, and Gabriel can’t make up his mind whether he should just give in to his lust and kiss her again or force himself to hold back, as hard as it was, and just go... paint, or something.
He leaned forward, pressing her lips against her temple sweetly as he began to slowly wade back towards the shore. As much as he was enjoying this moment, the sooner he got her back to land and got her covered up - or at the very least got his lower half covered up the safer they’d both be. Kissing his baby sister’s friend was one thing, making love was an entirely different. “What’s wrong, Mo?” He didn’t want to make her sad, he didn’t want to be the reason all that positive energy in her had been extinguished - then Abby really would kill him! Trying his hand a different way, this time in a joke he squares her with a smile. “But seriously, I’m a terrible painter.. I need your, uh... expertise?” and any sort of damn distraction that will get his mind of sex and let him actually behave like a semi-decent human being, like the kind of good person she had always known him to be.
Beneath the smoke and smog of the city, there lies a faint, shimmering light: the old Casa Blanca, more commonly known as Hotel California, a diamond of a place in its own right. Once the glistering hub of young Hollywood, it now stands serenely as a sort of iconic resort, reminding those who pass by of its timeless parties, stories, residents and fame. But there is a dark stain on the Hotel’s history, one that has pervaded through the ages and is just now coming under scrutiny by those who still inhabit its walls, for the mob presence is hard to ignore. With three mafias all pushing drugs and cycling cash under one roof it's only a matter of time before a full fledged mafia war erupts.
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