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Post by Charlotte Ryker on Aug 1, 2010 1:20:15 GMT -5
Charlotte pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex, turning off the car and glancing at Jer. She smiled slightly at him, then slid out of the car, closing the door behind her. She stepped over to the first door on the left; thankfully her's was on the first floor and right there when she walked inside.
Finally unlocking the door after finding the key, she gestured for him to go inside. "Maybe now we can make up for all our lost time," she told him with a grin, raising her eyebrows. Then she frowned, realizing what he might have interpreted that as: having him drink from her. Not good.
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Aug 1, 2010 1:35:03 GMT -5
Jer placed his hand on the small of her back as he stepped inside, his eyes trailing over the apartment. It'd been so long since they'd both been here that he'd forgotten how it looked. As he walked forward he let his hand slowly drop from her waist, graze her hip, and then find its way back into his pockets.
He blinked at her comment and turned his head to look at her, grinning slightly. He made his way over to the couch and sat down, Laying his arms along the back of it.
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Post by Charlotte Ryker on Aug 1, 2010 2:04:50 GMT -5
After a moment, Charlotte followed him to the couch, sliding into his lap and slipping her arms around his neck. She rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes for a moment. She was glad to be able to be like this with him again, without trying to persuade him to drink from her, without him getting pissed and leaving, withou all that confusion. It was a nice change.
She opened her eyes slightly, looking around the apartment and frowning. "I know it's not as good as your place, Jer - sorry about that. But you know I don't have that kind of money," she told him softly, sighing as she compared her small living area with the large house he lived in.
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Aug 1, 2010 2:21:12 GMT -5
Jer raised an eyebrow, and looked around the place once more. "Well then all the more reason for you to come home with me. None of the boys will try and steal you," He pointed out, dipping his head to kiss her neck. "And I can keep you safe and sound," He trailed kisses down to the opening of her shirt. "And all to myself."
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Post by Charlotte Ryker on Aug 1, 2010 2:37:46 GMT -5
"Hmm... Charlotte mused, tilting her head to the side and lifting an eyebrow at Jer. "I like the sound of that," she told him, referring to his comment about keeping her all to himself. She shifted her position, practically laying down, although her head still rested on the arm of the chair. She tugged on his shirt, cocking her head to signal for him to come closer.
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Aug 1, 2010 2:46:22 GMT -5
Jer grinned, leaning over her and pressing his lips to hers when she pulled him towards her. It was nice, having her back in his arms and by his side. "Hmm, which part?" He questioned her, nipping at her lower lip as he spoke. "The part where you're living in my house or the part where you're locked in a room with me?"
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Post by Charlotte Ryker on Aug 1, 2010 3:15:02 GMT -5
Charlotte cocked her head slightly to the side, considering this. "Well, I wouldn't mind living at your place..." she breathed, raising an eyebrow. "You should talk to Phil and Lor about it," she whispered, flashing him a small grin. "Although I wouldn't mind being locked in a room with you," she added, trailing her fingers down his chest.
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Aug 1, 2010 3:26:27 GMT -5
Jer lifted his gaze from her to her bedroom. "That room got a lock?" He asked softly, his voice dropping an octaive as he spoke. He glanced down at her, pressing his lips to her chest as she trailed her fingers down his.
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Post by Charlotte Ryker on Aug 1, 2010 3:40:33 GMT -5
Charlotte chuckled quietly, nodding slowly. "Of course it does. And a bed," she replied with a devious grin, running one hand through his hair while the other gently took one of his hands, placing it on her chest. "Why?" she questioned him innocently, her large eyes blinking.
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Aug 1, 2010 3:51:24 GMT -5
Jer's eyes light up and he rolled off of her, sliding his arms benieth her and lifting her up. "You know why." He murmured, holding her against him as he carried her into the room, pushing to door closed behind him with his foot and setting her on the bed. He turned back to the door, pressing in the lock and leaning against it. "Hi." He said.
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Post by Charlotte Ryker on Aug 1, 2010 4:00:00 GMT -5
A small smile crossed Charlotte's face as he carried her into the room, setting her down on the bed. She rolled over, undoing the first two buttons on her shirt. She put her elbows on the mattress, resting her chin on the palms of her hands and and lifting her eyebrows innocently at Jer. She kicked her feet up, laying on her stomach and whispering, "Hey handsome."
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Aug 1, 2010 4:07:07 GMT -5
Jer tilted his head to the side. "What do you think you're doing?" He questioned, taking a few steps towards the bed. He stopped at the foot of the bed, placing his hands on the baseboard and leaning against it.
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Post by Charlotte Ryker on Aug 1, 2010 4:15:54 GMT -5
"What do you think you're doing?" Jer questioned her, and she shrugged, cocking her head to the side while she considered this. "I honestly don't know," Charlotte replied with a giggle, staring up at him with wide eyes. She undid the two buttons below those, blinking at Jer and mouthing, "Come on down." She lifted an eyebrow, biting her lip as she signaled for him to come closer.
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Aug 1, 2010 4:30:01 GMT -5
Jers eyes dropped to her chest, watching as she undid the buttons and nearly jumping her at that. But he held himself back, taking only a few steps around the bedframe and sittin on the edge of the bed. "I can't" He told her.
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Post by Charlotte Ryker on Aug 1, 2010 4:38:21 GMT -5
Charlotte froze at those words, glancing up at him with a frown. "What do you mean?" she questioned him hesitantly, looking down at the one button that was left before the shirt could slip all the way off. She crawled over to him, putting a hand on his leg and lifting her eyebrows. "Why not?" she asked him, resting her chin on his shoulder.
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