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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 23, 2008 12:19:33 GMT -5
He smiled and looked down for a moment before looking back up at her. He pulled on his jacket like before as he spoke. "You have the coolest roommates ever." he assured her getting off the topic of him being so great.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 23, 2008 12:24:43 GMT -5
"No, I have the coolest boyfriend ever," she knew exactly what he was trying to do, and quickly thwarted it. "My roommates would certainly spill all of your doings this morning, wouldn't they?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 23, 2008 13:06:18 GMT -5
"Maaay, stop that..." he shook his head at her. "Are you purposely talking like that so I only have one way of stopping you?" he accused as if this were some scheme.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 23, 2008 13:07:37 GMT -5
"One way?" she feigned innocence. "Why Emmett. Be creative. I'm sure there many ways that you can stop me. With tongue, without tongue..."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 23, 2008 13:20:54 GMT -5
He felt like slamming his head down against the table - but resisted. Instead he rolled his eyes and propped his elbow up on the table top. He put his chin in his hand and smirked at her from there. His eyes searched the place. He hoped no one would spot them if they knew them.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 23, 2008 13:24:10 GMT -5
"But then there's sub categories. Like, tongue, but slow. Or messy. And then there's the no tongue and that could be slow, or a peck. There's many ways to shut me up."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 23, 2008 19:41:14 GMT -5
He grinned, unable to help it. She was so horrible at times - Still, it was her birthday. Emmett turned his head to her and rubbed the skin under her bottom lip with his own, then giving her a small dry kiss.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 23, 2008 19:48:26 GMT -5
Caylee smiled into the kiss, putting her hand on the back of Emmett's neck. If it was indeed her birthday, then she had free reign over the kisses she got. She kept him close to her, not letting him go. She wanted him to forget about the other... four people in the diner. If they were going to work, then he'd have to learn to focus on only Caylee.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 23, 2008 19:50:46 GMT -5
She was so right. And Emmett know all of that. He was just brought up feeling the way he felt and it only got worse as he got older, weirder, and so on. Caylee helped, though. And hopefully soon he'd be able to do what they were doing know without the obvious pink to his cheeks.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 23, 2008 19:56:30 GMT -5
And if Emmett really noticed, they were in the back of the cafe, surrounded by no one. Caylee could be doing a strip tease and no one would notice. She entwined her fingers with his hair, and opened her mouth slightly, his bottom lip slipping in between her lips.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 23, 2008 20:06:46 GMT -5
He shrugged up his shoulders a bit of a surprise but he took over now, his own tongue licking at the little of her bottom lip. He felt himself exhale just slightly, giving a buzz to the tip of his tongue and he tapped at Caylee's lips again.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 23, 2008 20:15:06 GMT -5
Caylee shrugged her shoulders up, this being new. They had come close to it once or twice, but Emmett had chickened out always. She touched his cheek lightly, showing him that it's okay to let his defenses down. That she wasn't going to hurt him.
She opened her mouth even more, giving Emmett the invitation she wanted to give him, but didn't inact.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 23, 2008 20:19:46 GMT -5
And on cue his tongue slowly slipped its way in. The hand that once had been holding hers before this had been floating between them under the table now come up onto the table top. The other went to her upper arm and he shrugged his body a bit closer into hers, leaning in. He lifted his chin and he could feel the wrinkles on the roof of her mouth against his the top curve of his tongue as it sat on top of hers. He rotated it to the side slowly, now tasting the inside of her cheek.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 23, 2008 20:28:27 GMT -5
Now, if before was new, then this was like discovering a new country. Caylee's tongue gently touched his own, in the side of her mouth. It wrapped around his, pulling on it slightly. She tilted her head to the right, letting their mouths get closer together. She loved how he leaned close to her. It made her feel like she wasn't forcing anything onto him.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 23, 2008 20:34:23 GMT -5
He had to turn to her more, and he slowly tucked his right leg up onto the seat between them. Now he really had to lean his upper body in to keep them locked.
"Um...your drinks..."
Emmett pulled out quickly, his arms dropped to his side and he faced forward, his head hanging. He couldn't dare look up and he stared wide eyed at the empty table space in front of him.
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