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Post by Oliver Axel Linuson on Sept 27, 2010 21:17:34 GMT -5
His blush turned a little darker, but he figured it was from the drinks that he was having, this was his fourth if you counted the shot. "Hellz yeah it was pay back, I totally wasn't expecting it! Just 'cause you in my top ten doesn't mean that I think getting a kiss from you is cool, you're like my sister!" he exclaimed, and stuck out his tongue. "However, I know I am very irresistible, so I can understand why you just had to kiss me. Now that I think about it that way, sure, go ahead and kiss me again if you wanna." he laughed, a slightly drunken laugh, but it was still sober enough.
He brushed his hand over his lips, and he noticed that they had a nice warm feeling to them, it was rather relaxing. He shook his head and drank the rest of his tall glass of flavored vodka, before he started drinking his water which was right beside it. He messed around with the glass as he tried to think, "Well, not all stalkers are bad are they? I mean, some of them might actually NOT be crazy. Like me." he smiled a toothy grin at her, "But fine Ives, if you don't want me to be a stalker...I'll just be your little lost puppy. Like what those guys back in grade school called me," he laughed now remembering some old memories. He liked those days, pranking, running, laughing, climbing, playing...just being kids. Those were awesome times.
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Post by Ivory Jillian Paige on Sept 27, 2010 21:46:53 GMT -5
"You are a little lost puppy," Ivy teased, ruffling his hair lightly. The drinks had made her a little more touchy than usual. But she liked feeling his warmth, smelling his skin on her fingertips. It was something she always liked, just when she was getting drunk, she no longer kept herself from experiencing it. Maybe that wasn't a good thing, as leader she really needed to keep her wits about her.
She took a long gulp of her water. A fish out of water, swallowing what she needed to gain back the corners of her brain that were turning to fog. But she couldn't help it, Ivy leaned in and looked at him semi-slirtaciously from under her eyelashes. "Is that a challenge?" She watched his hand run across his lips and wondered what it would be like to kiss them.... Damn, don't think that way...
Ivy leaned forward and pecked him lightly on the lips without waiting for his response. "Even siblings kiss, or adult friends..." She shrugged lightly. "Whatever." She took a sip of her water, trying to hide a blush. Why did it feel like something had changed?
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Post by Oliver Axel Linuson on Sept 27, 2010 22:05:41 GMT -5
"Oi." he muttered to her as she ruffled his hair, but he really actually liked the way she was touching his hair. He loved it when people played with his hair, there was this tingly feeling he always got, he got the shivers and it was pleasant. Right now though, it seemed to amplify since he was drunk...or buzzed. It was just the way that she had touched him, it made him a little too happy.
He looked over at her and he raised an eyebrow, was it a challenge that he just gave her? His mind was a little hazed and he couldn't remember if he was serious about it or if he was joking about it. As he was just trying to become a little more rational she kissed his lips. Just lightly. Like a feather had just touched him. He looked at her, with wide eye, and he now looked like a deer staring into headlights. He was like that for a moment or two, then Oliver reached over and took the water from her hand and set it aside on the bar. He grabbed her wrist without waiting for her permission to do anything, which was something very unlike him, and with his other hand held the base of her neck as he pressed his lips up against her.
Buzzed as hell, his mind so deep in the fog it'd take him awhile to come out of it, he just did what his body told him to do. And that was to kiss her back, she kissed him first, so why couldn't he kiss her back? She took the challenge, so now, the battle begun. Oliver's lips molded against hers, and he opened his mouth just slightly to lap hesitantly on her smooth petal-soft lips. God! They were the most soft lips he ever felt.
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Post by Ivory Jillian Paige on Sept 27, 2010 22:20:59 GMT -5
Ivy was surprised by his boldness, and it did her in. She found herself giving in to it completely, letting their lips come together and stay there. She gently nibbled his lower lip, sliding her tongue into his mouth, one hand running up into his hair, the other on his thigh to support her weight. She felt like she was just falling into him.
Had his lips always been so warm? And his hands so firm and purposeful? On some level, she figured this was a bad idea, semi-drunkenly making out with someone who was like your little brother, best friend, biggest fan... On the other hand, friends and fans made the best lovers, and there was no blood or legal relation between them. Maybe they were just family, just not siblings. In the grander sense of the words.
Ivy pulled back lightly, her lips hovering a mere few centimeters from his, her eyes on his eyes. She wasn't sure what she was seeing. A drunken imaginary battle of boundaries? Or something else?
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Post by Oliver Axel Linuson on Sept 27, 2010 22:39:33 GMT -5
He moaned slightly into the kiss, feeling her not give him any resistance that made his heart jump, and a slight emotion of hope? Why hope? He didn't delve much into it as she nibbled on his lower lip and slid her tongue into his mouth. This whole experience of her was just overwhelming any thought of reason, she, she was just so perfect. The way her lips moved, the way that it seemed that she tasted like mint even though she just had a lot to drink along with him. It was divine.
Add in the fact that her little hand was running through his hair, and the other on his thigh, it just made the whole experience that much more pleasurable. He wanted to grab her and take her into his lap, so that they could have more room to french each other out on. But she pulled away, just ever so slightly from him before he could take action on his thoughts.
Oliver slightly whimpered when she pulled away from her, he felt that he already missed the warmth and softness of her lips already, and she was only just a few centimeters away from his own. He looked down at her lips, the way they were slightly swollen from the ravishing, and the way she panted tiny breaths. It was hot, he had to tell you that. His eyes moved up and he stared right back at her, and didn't know what possessed him to do it, perhaps it was his thinking earlier, maybe the alcohol, maybe it was just him, who knows. He he reached up, and pulled her down on his lap, and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. Oliver held her there, afraid as though if he let go, he'd never get to see her again. He muttered something, but it was too soft for Ivy to hear.
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Post by Ivory Jillian Paige on Sept 27, 2010 22:53:47 GMT -5
Ivy felt herself leave her barstool and tumble into his lap. His arms around her and her arounds around him. Hugging just didn't seem like a reasonable conclusion to what had just happened and she felt her hands moving up his sides, her lips touching his neck softly. Had Oliver always smelled so good? Then he said something and Ivy couldn't hear him.
"Hm?" She asked, kissing the edge of his jaw softly, squeezing his torso lightly, pulling herself farther into his lap. Ivy wasn't too drunk, at least she hadn't been when they started. But the haze was starting to set in. She flagged the bartender for more shots of whiskey. Alcohol was a must at this point. This situation didn't even seem real, and maybe it wouldn't be if she had enough.
It was bad logic, but oh well. She already had enough to deal with right now.
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Post by Oliver Axel Linuson on Oct 1, 2010 23:48:09 GMT -5
One hand roamed her sides as the other kept her in his lap, he was now kissing her neck, with very feather-like touches. Trying to get her make those cute little sounds that he'd heard her make before...or was that maybe his imagination? She was soft, very soft, not just her neck, but her arms, her legs, her lips. How could he have not noticed this before? Why hadn't he touched it before now? Soon Oliver just gave up on the light kisses, he was getting impatient, and he wanted to do more than just that to her oh so soft neck.
He never did answer her back, he felt it was a good thing that she didn't hear him, in his hazed mind he could only remember a little bit of what he had said anyway. Must not have been that important. What he did hear though, was a few more shots being pushed their way, he snatched one up and chugged it down, only he didn't swallow all of it. With a mouth not too full of whiskey he pressed his lips against her again, and forced her mouth to open, giving her a whiskey kiss. It seemed like a good idea at the time. A few dribbles ran down his chin, he was pretty sure the same was for Ivy, but he didn't really care. Now with one hand on her mid back, the other one went to her thigh and it rested there...feeling her soft skin, slightly messaging it.
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Post by Ivory Jillian Paige on Oct 1, 2010 23:57:06 GMT -5
Ivy took her shot when it arrived, and Oliver did too. Then there lips were together again. Whiskey burned her throat and the kisses scorched her lips. His hands felt hot against her leg and she ran her fingers through his hair. This was probably not a good first impression as a leader. Get drunk and make out heavily with best friend. Oof. But Ivy's mind wasn't all there, thanks to the booze, and frankly she wasn't even sure what was happening. She found herself almost forgetting his name, just getting lost in the familiarity of his touch and scent and feel.
She pulled back, unsure of what to say, if she should say anything at all. She placed a hand to her forehead and moved backward out of his arms and into her seat. Ivy practically chugged back her remaining water and sighed. She felt horrible. How much had she had to drink? She had a good tolerance, but she wasn't super woman, and she had lots of celebratory shots that night.
"Sorry Ollie, I gotta go." She said getting up. "I'll see ya soon." Ivy had to get home while she could still see straight, and before she was tempted by more alcohol and his soft lips.
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Post by Oliver Axel Linuson on Oct 2, 2010 0:07:13 GMT -5
The shock of her leaving, along with her soft skin and warm body, was what woke up Oli, that and having ice dumped on you could wake you up. He snapped up with a gasp, and he blushed when he saw the bartender give him a look. "Ah, uh, sorry." he muttered to the person and just dropped a few twenties down on the bar, and stumbled out of the place. What happen to Ivy? Where did she go? How long had he been asleep? His head hurt like a bitch, and he wasn't going to get any answers while he was still quite sleepy.
So Oliver somehow managed to get to his house, and get back in his room, and just fell on top of the bed with his clothes still on, his backpack as well, and just passed out. But not without the flash of Ivy's face coming to mind, so very close to his face, and suddenly a warm feeling engulfed him. What was that? Maybe he'd remember in the morning...then sleep over took him.
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