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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 1:25:45 GMT -5
"I highly doubt that they would," she said softly. It took all the willpower in her to not stroke his cheek. Or kiss him. She's been holding off that urge for a while. "I think that you're quite easy on the eyes."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 1:29:14 GMT -5
He turned his face down into his pillow for that moment, and then returned back up for air.
"Geeeeez, MJ! You've been laying it on me so thick today. You want me to just melt into the floor boards or what?" he asked her with a sad but large grin. It was more of a nervious grin if anything.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 1:32:16 GMT -5
"I'm hold you so tightly, I doubt you'd be able to get past my arms," she said, not changing her tone. "I'm just telling you the truth, Emmie. I don't mean to make you all nervous."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 1:56:43 GMT -5
"Don't even say those kind of words." Nervious, shy, dorky, "It just makes it wooorse." he whined and combed his hair back with his fingers. He tried to keep it out of his face but it just wouldn't behave. He liked the length and didn't exactly enjoy getting his haircut. Caylee'd cut it a few times for him if it got too long, but it was rare.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 1:58:43 GMT -5
"I'm sooorry," she pouted, leaning towards him slightly. She then shot back slightly as she realized what she was doing. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 2:08:35 GMT -5
He scoffed. "I'm fiiine...I'll...get over it." he sighed deeply as he assured her he was alright. He wasn't too uncomfortable anyway- other than just hot. Still he didn't want to lay there in his black muscle shirt alone. That just seemed weird for him. Though it seemed to be getting warmer so that might change. He wasn't feeling too great in the stomache from before. Or maybe it was just the feeling between him and Caylee right now that was doing it.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 2:13:22 GMT -5
And before she could stop herself, she was leaning closer and closer to him. She wasn't really even aware that she was doing it. She just slowly got closer to him. She didn't go all the way though, maybe 80 percent.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 2:17:22 GMT -5
Feeling his breathing pick up, along with his heart beat which he felt in his chest, his hands, his neck- Emmett's eyes softened as he felt her coming in towards him. Was he imagining it? He moved in closer to her even, half aware and half not. He just wanted to be sure they were really both closing the gap and he wasn't in some kind of day dream he couldn't break away from.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 2:24:03 GMT -5
Oh Jesus... was he actually... moving closer to her? Suddenly, Caylee seemed to forget how to breathe. She forgot everything actually, except for the cute guy that was about to kiss her.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 2:35:55 GMT -5
And kiss her he did, in one moment he had stopped complete and then just went for it. What was he doing? Did he even like Mary Jane? Hopefully he was aware of exactly who he w- No, no he knew exactly what he was doing. More like he knew what he had done after he had done it would be more correct. It was kind of fast, but he was gentle and he daringly took control of her top lip. He'd always been on the bottom. Being pushed as the weaker of the couple, the more timid one. Usually the shorter one, at that. He stayed bordering her lip with his own, for what seemed like ever, still not pulling out but just...laying there.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 2:39:26 GMT -5
After the initial shock of Emmett's lips up against hers, Caylee slowly began to kiss him back. Slowly didn't even do it justice. She moved so timidly and slowly. She didn't want to scare him off or make him nervous, but it felt so amazing. Like a weight being lifted off of her. She didn't want to move anything, in case Emmett realized what he was doing and pulled away, but her lips were in motion, just barely.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 2:45:03 GMT -5
His eyes seemed to roll up as his lids closed him off to darkness and he did melt no matter how tight she was holding him. He felt so light and for once even worry free. the feeling was so new it almost did make him want to worry. He couldn't though, not like this. He almost moaned over the feeling of her lips softly russling against his own. He stayed completely still while she did this and took it all in, and though it was alot it all settled in his chest and sent the good kind of shivers down his spine and back up.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 2:52:08 GMT -5
Caylee's hand gradually tried to make it's way up from Emmett's hip. She eventually tried to kiss harder, moving her face closer to his. She didn't really think of her actions, or what the consequences might be. Just that what she was doing with Emmett felt good. And she didn't want it to stop.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Dec 24, 2007 3:01:17 GMT -5
His head tilted up just a bit then back down, being the very small and only movement of his. It felt like meditation, like he was floating over water, and that nothing could stop what they were doing right now. It was all so unexpectantly perfect. No, they couldn't stop now. If they did they might never know such happiness again. Which is why they didn't let this moment end, they wanted it to last forever, and nothing could ruin it for them. It was their moment.
"Caylee." mother dearest making her unwelcomed entrance into the room, the door opening wide and quick with her words.
"Do you want green beans or corn?" she asked, something so simple as dinner, completely breaking the two apart.
Emmett rolled off her and sat up slightly, his arms streched out behind him holding him up. He stared at his mum like he stared at the monster in his nightmares.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Dec 24, 2007 3:08:03 GMT -5
Caylee shot up as well, her hair flinging in front of her face. She stared at Mrs. Briggs with wide eyes and a dropped jaw. It took a few seconds for words to find their way to her mouth.
"...c-corn. Corn. Please."
"Okay, Dearie," the ever oblivious mother answered with her maternal smile and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Caylee waited until the footsteps faded down the stairs and took one glance at Emmett before rolling on top of him. She held her head up above his, catching his eyes for a milisecond before going back down to kiss him again.
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