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Post by Grace on Apr 4, 2010 19:51:23 GMT -5
JacqueThe day was sunny and bright - a rare treat in the early spring. Wearing a light blue tunic, white shorts, and tan sandals, I went well with the bright spring atmosphere. Willow, my darling dear, a large Airedale with the energy for five dogs, tugged at the end of her leash, eager to go play with the other dogs running in an endless game of tag in the nearby meadow. Pulling Willow's leash, I brought her back to me, and unclipped the clasp around her collar. The Airedale licked my hand gratefully and ran, bounding and leaping to go play with the other dogs. I crossed my arms, watching the older dog play with every other canine in the park. From the timid King Charles Cavaliers, to the Great Danes that were bigger than she. I watched the dogs romp from afar, the leash in my hand.
([ooc] alright, so, it sucked. i apologize ): ) [/size]
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Post by bnn13485 on Apr 5, 2010 14:12:46 GMT -5
[whisper=Grace .x.] its fine. lol. i guess ill make up a new person for you unless you want me to use Kendall. [/whisper]
Slow down Benoni! Ben, enough! I yelled firmly tugging on my mutt's leash. She stopped for a moment and waited for me to catch up. You want me to play with you after that? I grumbled squatting and petting her black and tan head. Go play with some other dogs today ok? I need to do some stuff. I said unleashing my terror of a dog on all the innocent park-goers. Ben looked at me with her big brown eyes for a moment and then ran off. I stuffed her leash into my bag and headed to a sunny patch of grass. My blond bangs (though I'd never admit that's what they were) flopped into my gray eyes. I sat and looked around, just taking in my surroundings. I closed my eyes, meditating (again never admit it). My hands found the opening to my bag and took out a pencil and paper. I began to draw with my eyes closed. A few minutes passed and I looked at what I had drawn. I looked around, trying to find the person I had drawn. I saw her a little ways off, looking like a living replica of what I sketched. I knew that the fact that I had drawn her meant something, so I left my stuff and got up. I walked to her, tapped her on the shoulder, and asked, Do you believe in fate?
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Post by Grace on Apr 5, 2010 19:23:41 GMT -5
JacqueWillow romped and played her way throughout the meadow. Repeatedly running back to me, waiting for scratches and praise. I laughed as the mighty, regal Airedale rolled over on her back, her short tail between her legs as a large, greying Dane stood above her, grumbling deep in its throat. I felt a tap on my shoulder, thinking it was Billie Joe, a friend from a neighboring stable. I laughed, and spoke. "Billie, you're such a creeper." I turned, and instead of being greeted with black hair, black clothing and blue eyes, I was suprised to see blond hair, grey eyes, and "normal" clothing. A small, embarassed smile crept onto my face. "Oh, hi there." Pause. I wasn't quite sure what to say to the man's question. Did I believe in fate? Well, sure. It was mystical and slightly magical, but it was something I believed in. "And, yes, I do...believe in fate, I mean." [/size]
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Post by bnn13485 on Apr 5, 2010 19:48:01 GMT -5
Confusion transformed my face, wondering who Billie Joe was. Wondering if she was dating him. But she had gotten something right, I was kind of a creeper. I smiled shyly at her and said, Good because I just drew you with my eyes closed. Would you mind sitting with me over there? I asked brushing my bangs out of my eyes yet again, and pointing where my bag was. My dog's going to be busy for a while, I'm sure yours is too. I said laughing, showing all my perfectly straight teeth. For some reason people were always jealous of my teeth, like I cared about that. Or about my "amazing" eyes or my "adorably" floppy hair. I suppose it was because I looked like I was filthy rich, perfect clothes, school, everything. But I wasn't, my parents are. I suppose you can't choose your family...I pondered this while I searched for Benoni and waited for the woman's answer.
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Post by Grace on Apr 5, 2010 20:47:44 GMT -5
Jacque[/color] For a moment, I was confused. He drew...me. With his eyes...closed. I was sure my confusion showed on my face as I felt my eyebrows knit, shadowing nearly periwinkle blue eyes. Brushing blonde bangs out of my face, I looked at the boy, still quite confused. "How could you have drawn me with your eyes closed? For, you hadn't met me yet." I pondered aloud. I followed the blond's gesture towards a bag settled primly in a rather sunny, cozy patch of grass. Thinking for only a millisecond longer, I nodded. "Yes, I will sit with you." As if I had just realized, I quickly added: "But, would you mind telling me your name? I'm Jacque. Jacqueline truly, but everyone calls me Jacque." The last few sentances tumbled out in a hurry, and my cheeks redded embarassingly. I took the slight silence as an oportunity to truly look at the man that was so quirky. From his blond, floppy, run-your-fingers-through-it hair, to mysterious grey eyes, down a slim torso, and legs, to his shoes. I felt the blush redden. [/size]
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Post by bnn13485 on Apr 5, 2010 20:57:27 GMT -5
I raised my eyebrow at Jacque and answered with a shrug. I guess I saw you standing here. My name's Miles. I said flashing her a smile. I was quite amused at how embarrassed she was, I smirked slightly watching her give me a once-over. It's ok to stare, everyone does. I said haughty. I frowned, not wanting Jacque to think I was arrogant, it was the truth. I left her standing there, going to my spot, hoping she was following. I splayed out on the sun-warmed ground loving how the breeze carried my too-long hair out of my eyes for once. I folded my hands behind my head, like a pillow, which caused my button-down short sleeve green shirt up slightly. I could have pulled it down but I didn't care enough. It only showed a sliver of my flat and tan stomach. I knew my khaki shorts would be grass stained on the rear end, but again I didn't care enough.
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Post by Grace on Apr 5, 2010 21:25:09 GMT -5
Jacque[/color] I frowned. His response was so...normal. I nearly felt embarassed that I had accused him of being slightly odd. My lips lifted at one corner, a lopsided grin forming. Miles seemed amused, but still irritated at the same time. Its ok to stare. Everyone does. "I...I..." I stuttered uncertianly for a moment. Ugh. I thought unhappily. Finally, a slightly witty, yet still flirt-like response came to mind. But, Miles had stalked away. For a moment, I considered not following him, calling Willow back and leaving the park. But I changed my mind. I followed Miles' stride across to the area where his bag was. I crossed my legs indian-style and looked over at him. "I'm not everybody, Miles." But, I couldn't help but to let my eyes stray over the strip of tanned, flat stomach that showed beneath a green shirt. [/sub]
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Post by bnn13485 on Apr 6, 2010 12:23:13 GMT -5
I smirked at Jacque's comment. I know. I sat up and scooted next to her sliding off my shoes and socks; I liked the feel of the grass on my feet. So which one is yours? I asked my gray eyes trying to find Benoni, I couldn't see her. I reached into my bag and fished out her dog treats. My sketch of Jacque was in there too, so I brought it out to show her. I opened the bag of treats and Ben came running. She stopped a few feet away and got into a playful crouch. I stuck the treats under my chest as I slid into a doggie crouch. I growled at her playfully. She came closer still in the crouch. Once she got close enough I slapped my hand out toward one of her paws and growled. Ben put her paw on top of my hand and growled quietly. I leaped up and grabbed her gently around the neck and pulled her on top of me. I looked over at Jacque to see what she was doing, but my blond bangs got in the way. She fought me, growling and barking until she spotted the treats. Benoni jumped off of me as I tried to fix my hair and grabbed the treats. She ran off with a barking laugh to eat. Ben! You better share! I yelled after her. I sat up again and shook out my hair. I was too hot so I began to unbutton my green shirt.
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Post by Grace on Apr 6, 2010 19:22:45 GMT -5
Jacque[/color] I rolled my eyes at Miles' slightly cocky smirk and response. Pulling my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around them, I turned to look at the boy while he spoke. "The Airedale, over there." I gestured towards the large tan and black, fluffy-furred pooch. At about that time, Miles' dog romped over towards us, as dog and owner played about. The dog seemed to have an advantage on Miles, as she was able to counter his every move with a quiet growl and the occasional soft bark. As the mutt successfuly snatched the treats with a triumphant "woof," I laughed, the corners of my mouth turning upwards. I glanced up at Miles, the silly smile still on my lips. I didn't realize until a few moments later that his button-up shirt was now unbuttoned. Although I did attempt not to, I finally caved and allowed my eyes to go down the tanned, smooth skin that was revealed. I glanced away, feeling a bit of warmth in my cheeks, tinting them pink.
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Post by bnn13485 on Apr 6, 2010 19:37:11 GMT -5
She looks sweet. What's her name? I said noting the Airdale's beauty. I noticed Jacque's look and asked with concern, Do you mind? I don't have to take off my shirt if it makes you uncomfortable. I trailed off smiling a little. I lay back down and started talking to myself. I don't like to brag or anything but I do work out. My whole family is tan, but we aren't Hispanic or anything. We're rich white people. Or at least they are, I amended, shaking my head to stop thinking about it. Here look at this. I held the sketch up and looked at it closer. The background was vague, Jacque could have been standing anywhere, but her body was detailed, like I had stared at her or drew from a picture.
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Post by Grace on Apr 17, 2010 22:35:59 GMT -5
JacqueMy eyes followed Miles' to Willow, the great beast was romping and rough housing with even the biggest of dogs. Although the Airedale was quite large, she wasn't near as big as some of the dogs at the park. "Her name's Willow." I said in a light tone in response to Miles' question. He appeared slightly uncomfortable as I looked at him, I turned my head, shaking it slightly. "No, it's fine." I turned my face back to him as he was laying down, smiling a small, reassuring smile. I sat, letting my legs stretch out in front of me, instead of pulled towards me, which was more of a protective stance. I glanced over at Miles who seemed to be in his own little world, until, suddenly, he came to life, grabbing a sketchbook and shoving it at me. I looked down at the drawing that covered the entire page. The background was exceptionally vague, but the girl in the picture was most definately me. I had looked in the mirror enough to know. I was astonished. How could Miles have drawn me so clearly without a single glance (to my knowledge) in my direction? I looked over at the boy, quizzically. "But...how?" I mumbled to myself, looking back at the sketchbook in my lap.
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Post by bnn13485 on Apr 21, 2010 8:39:22 GMT -5
I finished taking off my shirt and shrugged. I've always been able to do this. Just glance at something and draw it, I mean. I looked closer at Jacque as she looked at my sketch. Do you think this is weird? I mean me sketching you and everything. I flipped back a few pages in the sketchbook and showed her my drawings of Ben, horses, everything. My life is in this book. I said shyly, shielding my face with my blond hair. The only thing I haven't drawn is my family. Here look at this self portrait. I flipped almost to the front, to a sketch of me almost as I am now. No shirt or shoes, too long bangs, vague background, laying down, etc. I had put in a little color, with pencils, but not fully colored in. How do you like it?
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Post by Grace on Apr 27, 2010 14:23:14 GMT -5
Jacque[/color] I vaguely registered that Miles had finished taking off his shirt, but it was enough to catch my attention. I attempted not to look, I really did, but his well-defined muscles and tan skin did not help one bit. I managed to look back down at the sketchbook as he began speaking. I turned my eyes back on Miles breifly before looking back down at his drawing. "Yes. I think it's weird. But not a bad weird. Its...cool." I muttered the last few words, feeling like a fool for my odd terminology. Miles began to flip the pages, and my eyes quickly scanned each and every picture that he flipped by. There were detailed drawings of horses, his dog, everything. Running, standing, walking, staring. It was all there. A particularly forceful gust of wind blew over us as he stopped at a self portrait. It portrayed him much as I saw him now. Supremely shaggy blond hair, no shirt, only wearing a pair of pants. After taking in the drawing, I glanced back at him. He was speaking, but he had shield his face with long blond bangs. Without much of a thought, I brushed his bangs out of his face, like I would do with Jasper when he was upset about not recalling something. I spoke again: "It's really, really....amazing." [/size]
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Post by bnn13485 on Apr 27, 2010 14:36:36 GMT -5
I closed my eyes and leaned into her touch unconciously. Thanks. I said quietly. Her slender hand was on my face and I reached up and touched it, holding it there. The feel of her warm flesh on mine was indescribable. I opened my eyes and looked at Jacque, settling on her own eyes. My hand traveled down her arm, up her neck to her cheek where it rested softly. My thumb ran across her cheekbone, barely touching. My hand cupped her jaw, my fingers touching the back of her neck. I wasn't sure what would happen next, her body was calling to mine, I wanted to be close to her but I didn't want to scare her away. I gazed into Jacque's eyes waiting for her to make a move.
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Post by Grace on Apr 27, 2010 15:06:29 GMT -5
Jacque[/color] I closed my eyes briefly at Miles' touch. His warm skin was welcoming. As I opened my eyes again, I took in the situation. I had just met him, only moments ago, but I felt as if Miles and I had already concocted a bond that was more than emotional or physical attraction. Although I always had said I believed in fate, this new experiance with Miles made me realize that fate was real. It really did influence everything. I had an overwhelming urge to come closer to Miles, and unconciously gave in to it, refraining from moving my hand away from his face. As I became closer to him, I let my hand slowly, gently follow a path down his neck and shoulder to a rest on his forearm. I didn't feel a need to speak, to break the indescribable silence, I just felt as though I needed to be near him. [/size]
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Post by bnn13485 on Apr 27, 2010 15:14:42 GMT -5
I shuddered slightly at Jacque's touch and put my other hand on her hip. I used my gentle hands to bring her close to me. I took in the warmth of her body beneath the thin fabric so close to mine. Her shirt had slid up slightly and my hand found it, drinking in her warmth and softness. I watched Jacque's expression all the while. I brought her face closer to mine and waited.
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Post by Grace on Apr 27, 2010 15:22:29 GMT -5
Jacque[/color] A chill was sent through my body as I allowed Miles to pull me close to him. I relished the warmth of his body, the gentleness of his hands as one came to rest on my hip. I leaned into the touch on my face slightly, closing my eyes as he brought my face near to his. Miles' touch was so unique to my body that I couldn't find a single word to describe what type of effect it had on me. In lieu of speaking, I hesitated a moment, and then leaned in to Miles, my lips brushing his before I pulled back, only mere inches to gauge his reaction. Hopefully, I hadn't just ruined a could've-been wonderful thing. My eyes searched his carefully, waiting. [/size]
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Post by bnn13485 on Apr 27, 2010 18:42:21 GMT -5
My eyes snapped open when Jacque pulled away. I smiled and leaned forward to catch her lips. I kissed her softly, my hands and lips moving on their own accord. My hand on her hip slid to her back pulling her closer and my hand on her face moved to the back of her head, getting tangled in her hair, making sure she wouldn't move. I needed her, I wanted her. Jacque, Jacque, Jacque, I muttered softly against her skin as I kissed her face and neck. I had never felt like this, I didn't know what was going on, and I couldn't stop. I was scared I would frighten her away. I was breathing heavily from passion and from fear. Stop me Jacque. I whispered frantically, scared I would lose her due to this passion. Please. I can't stop.
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Post by Grace on Apr 27, 2010 18:58:00 GMT -5
Jacque[/color] My heart pounded frantically in my chest as I felt Miles' hands pull me closer, his hand entwining in my hair, keeping my lips against his. I allowed my hands to cup either side of his face, my lips moving with his, perfectly in sync. I simply adored the feeling of his soft lips on my neck. As he murmured my name, I sighed, quietly, pulling myself closer to him, yet again. His breath was heavy, and quick, from what I assumed was passion. I tucked my head slightly as he spoke. Stop me, Jacque. There was a note of helplessness and it tore me apart. I ducked my head to his chest, pulling away from his searching lips. Although I had gotten a bit nervous when he wrapped his fingers in my hair, I hadn't have guessed that he would've asked me to make him stop. "It's okay." I murmured, leaning my head cozily against him, I looked up, kissing his cheek.
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Post by bnn13485 on Apr 27, 2010 19:04:20 GMT -5
I looked helplessly at her, I don't want to lose you Jacque. I turned my head away from her, upset. I regained my control and looked into her eyes. Do you want to come to my house? Just looking at her I could feel my control slipping, my head dipped close to her's, my lips lightly touching hers then traveling around her face and down her neck.
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