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Post by Ever Goodman on Apr 21, 2011 10:18:09 GMT -5
Ever Ever had leapt out of bed, not realizing that Rumour was the type of girl that needed more than just a nudge to fully wake. She fell out of bed and he winced, but he really didn't have time for chivalry. By the looks of it and the acid that was spewing from her mouth she was fine; but he couldn't promise if he didn't get her home like now she would be -fine- later. Fumbling around for a shirt in the semi-darkness he found the white strawberry stained one and pulled in on over his head. It was inside out but that didn't matter. The clock read 1:52. "I'll let you have a lick some other time." Ever twisted her words absently and prodded her with a nudge at her back. "Where are your shoes?" He was seriously freaking, running around like a chicken with his head cut off. Where the hell were -his- shoes?! "Ah, shit. We gotta’ go." Ever told her bluntly and grabbed the keys to the room before grabbing her hand and rushing them out into the open night air. The door closed with a bang behind them and he was pulling her along, shoeless, with an inside out red stained tee and no shoes on either of their feet. It was -so- completely normal. RumourHim running around, the noise as he searched for his shoes and his shirt were enough to put Rumour on edge, what with the lack of explanation for his behaviour. She jumped when he nudged her in her back, then again when he grabbed her hand, pulling her out into the darkness. And then they were running. shoeless. It took a moment, but Rumour realised what must have been happening and she cursed, loudly. "Fuck Ever! I should make you Piggy back me home if you fell damned asleep too!" She yelled, a panicked edge to her voice that sounded foreign even to her ears. Out of necessity, she let him lead her, at least until he nearly missed her turning. "No! Down here!" And it was her turn to pull on his hand, down a street of houses that looked almost identical, complete with well manicured lawns and pools in the back garden. Something straight out of the Stepford wives. Her father may have been an asshole, but to the rest of this community and their perfect families, he was an upstanding citizen. "is the car in the drive of number 22?!" She asked him, running across the pavement and not even bothering to keep up the facade of turning to 'look' at him whilst they ran. 8:43 EverEver was too tense to be concerned whether his hand holding or rushing them shoeless was bothering Rumour, the man knew if he didn't get her back home on time it would be real bad and he wasn't about to the be cause of that. He couldn't protect her or save her like he desperately wanted, but being the reason for her pain was something he would never be able to forgive himself for. "I didn't fall asleep. I just rested my eyes for a minute!" He argued absently as he pulled her down the sidewalk; ignoring the incredulous looks from the people the passed. Actually, the piggyback ride wasn't all that bad an idea...they'd definitely be able to move quicker if he didn't have to drag her along like a foul mouthed rag doll, but before he had a chance to toss her over his shoulder she was leading him-- down a street that looked straight out of LEAVE IT TO BEAVER-- or one of those black and white shows he caught on television in the wee hours of the morning. Rumour's question caught him off guard, but as he narrowed his russet gaze into the darkness, a balmy blanket of calm wrapped around him when he found the driveway at number 22 vacant an automobile. "Its not there. Fuck. We made it. I could freaking kiss you right now." He paused, tugging on her hand as the weight of his anxiety slipped from his shoulders and left him feeling rather buoyant. Ever was smirking, and his heart was still pounding like horses at the racetrack and he wondered if Rumour was going to smack him good for the near fail. "You got your house keys?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest and moving towards the front door. That was when the bright white light shined on them like beacon and he was caught like a deer in the headlights..."Oh. shit."
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Post by rumour on Apr 21, 2011 10:18:51 GMT -5
Rumour""Keep it in your pant's Mr. We're not out of the woods yet" She grumbled, catching her breath as she dug her hands into her pockets, searching out the house keys she knew lay there because they'd left an impression on her thigh from laying on them for two hours. She was just slipping the keys into the door when she heard the sound of an engine she recognised, and swore again, jerking the handle and pushing the door open. "Fuckit Ever get inside and get upstairs. My room is third on the left - get in there and keep the frick quiet!" She was panicked, even as he passed her into the house and she pulled the door shut behind them. Rumour took a moment to breathe as she listened for the engine pulling into the drive, praying to whomever had the decency to listen that her father had been on the phone and paying little attention to the road. She ran into the living room, switching on the TV and unhooking the shirt hem from her neck she let it fall over her again as she laid out, pretending for all the world to be asleep even as Devlin Everley walked in. EverEver was half expecting the headlights to continue on, passing this house and pulling up in the next one. Of course, when did Lady Luck ever deal him a good hand? The panic in Rumour's voice was something he had never heard, and verily, it made him feel like someone had just tightened a vice on his balls. He raced to the room where she had directed him, closing the door gently behind him and holding his breath as he listened to the sound of a television coming on and the door opening. His hand tightened on the door handle and he hissed out through his teeth. If that man laid a hand on her he was likely to loose it, and probably loose Rumour in the process. Ah, hell. What the fuck was he supposed to do? Let him beat her to death. No. freaking. way. if she wanted to hate him for caring enough to put her safety before their friendship then so be it. He didn't know it because of his amnesia, but protectiveness was engrained in him. He had been a hunter, after all. RumourThe conversation between father and daughter was a short one, lasted only long enough for Devlin to enquire as to his daughters health, and ask where his Tea was before he carried it to bed with a beer and a grumbled 'g'night'. Only once Rumour had heard the door to his bedroom click close did she relax, running a hand through her hair and switching off the television, casting the room once more into darkness. She loved her father, and she was sure of his love for her, but their relationship at best was strained. At least he had been in a good mood tonight, if nothing else. she lingered downstairs for a few minutes after he had gone to bed before following, opening the door to her bedroom slowly, she waited until she had closed it behind her before saying anything. "Ever?"
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Post by Ever Goodman on Apr 21, 2011 10:20:00 GMT -5
Ever Ever wasn't sure how long he'd been holding his breath there in the darkness; hand clutched to the knob and his gaze narrowed on the wooden door as if he might be able to see through it and what was happening between father and daughter. it seemed hours; DAYS even, and when he found he could hear nothing through the timber he began to pace; shaking hand rubbing absently on the top of his head and his mouth dry for a calming smoke. When the door cracked open he gasped quietly, merely watching her willowy outline in the shadows before whispering back over to touch her arm. "Hey, I'm here..." He murmured, and his fingers lingered on her cool skin for a moment longer before it dropped. "What happened? You okay?" He was trying to sound calm, but the truth was his heart was still pounding like a pack of wild stallions. "He didn’t...." He sucked in his breath sharply. "Everything okay?" RumourIn the darkness, Rumour smiled a little, until she caught herself. She nodded, and moved over to her bed, switching on the lamp at the side and shedding light on her room. It was big, with a bathroom to the side and all the furniture you could expect to see in a bedroom including the double bed she now sat on, but devoid of anything that might make it personal. She didn't see the point when she couldn't see them for herself, though the scars still lingered on her wall from when she had torn down the posters that had once hung there. After losing her vision, anything mildly pretty or aesthetic had been removed from her room, and she had kept only the cd player that sat on the other side of the bed, a pair of headphones trailing onto the covers. "I'm fine. look? I told you before... it's not how you think it is. Besides. He's gone to bed; but you're probably gonna have to stay here tonight." EverIf Ever had been less stressed he might have heard the smile on her voice as if it were an audible song, but he the anxiousness was still tugging on his balls with that tensed vice even as she moved to shed light on them. Blinking at the sudden burst of illumination Ever rubbed his eyes until he could see again and then glanced around the room. It was fairly large with all the appropriate furniture, but lacking the little details he would have liked to see. The things that Rumour appreciated. The things that made her who she was. He nodded thickly, giving his russet gaze back to her before wandering over to perch on the bed beside her, and letting out a heavy sigh. "That’s fine. I can sleep on the floor." He murmured, not willing to ruin the fatherly reprieve by talking to loud. "Not how I think it is huh...you could have fooled me." He dropped his stare to her casted arm and glowered, lifting his eyes again with a lofted brow.
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Post by rumour on Apr 21, 2011 10:21:38 GMT -5
Rumour"There's a perfectly good bathtub through there." Rumour motioned with a wave of her hand "you don't have to sleep on the floor." Now back in the relative safety of her room, the one place her father never entered through fear of walking in on his naked daughter, she was somewhat coming back into herself. She turned herself to face him though at the tone in his next statement, but simply said "Yeh. it's not.". Shifting again, she reached over and switched on the CD player, tugging out the headphones after turning the volume down from its deafening levels. "I need a fag... " she mumbled, mostly to herself as she stood and walked over to her window, climbing up on the seat and pushing open the glass, she stepped out onto the slates of the roof and sat down, grabbing her packet of cigarettes from a plant pot out there. Her room looked out onto the garden whereas her father’s out onto the road, and Rumour loved it out here. Leaning her head back in, she waved the packet. "Want one?" EverEver smirked and shook his head, actually glad that Rumour's biting sarcasm had returned. It was her quiet thoughtfulness that always worried him. The moments when her unseeing eyes turned dark and you knew she was in her head. -Those- were the times when he felt most at a loss for words. He turned his glance toward the bathroom with a grin and then back as she addressed his next question, and his face fell at her curt reply. He didn't know how it 'really was' but he sure as hell knew it wasn't right. His frown remained when she turned on the quiet music and got up; wandering over to the window that she proceeded to climb out of. Ever winced, dragging himself up and trying his best not to put a hand on her ass as she was crawling up onto the roof. Seeing her fall definitely wasn't something he needed right now, but he gave her the benefit of the doubt, waiting patiently until she was seated with her smoke before climbing out and up there with her. He took the offered pack and lit his own cigarette, drawing in heavily and letting it out on a sigh. There were a least a good 5 minutes of quiet before he decided to break it, drawing in once more and blowing out his nose before nudging her lightly in the rib with an elbow. "It’s great out here." Ever said more to himself than to her before giving her his eyes. "You come out here a lot? RumourRumour nodded, the smoke curling from her lips as the cigarette dangled from two of her fingers, dropping ash into the empty plant pot. Seriously, the only thing that was ever going to grow in that thing was a cigarette tree, and that was only in her dreams. She enjoyed the quiet between them, and the way the soft breeze stole her hair and kissed her skin. It was almost like a hug from a parent or lover, or at least she would guess so. She had no way of being sure, given that she hated most people ever touching her. Gazing out across the garden, Rumour recalled the image in her head, and the way that, if she came out here early enough, she had once been able to see the ocean in the distance. "All the time." she answered before taking another drag. "It's my favourite place."
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Post by Ever Goodman on Apr 21, 2011 10:23:06 GMT -5
Ever Ever smiled quietly, peering out into the darkness as he dragged the cig from his lips and blew out a wisp of pale smoke. He could understand why Rumour would like it out here. It was nice and tranquil, and the young man imagined on a sunny day you could look out over the whole world. To a man with no memory and no -real- place in that world, it gave him some comfort. At least he could sit up here watch it like a quiet observer. Leaning into the young woman beside him, Ever took a pull from his smoke and let it out slowly, watching the trail disappear on the wind. "My favourite place is the board walk." He told her absently, flicking his coffin nail into that same wind to rid the ashes. "I watch people there. Take picture. Pretend they're people I know. You can probably see it from here during the day..." He lifted his shoulder in a shrug and then thought twice about sharing that little known fact, hoping this quiet sharing of intimate things wouldn't make her jump off the roof. It really wasn't like the two of them to be so serious, but it had to happen sometime. Snarky remarks and playful teasing couldn't last forever. Rumour"I used to like the boardwalk" She said absently in reply to his little confession. "It's where i got my tattoo, a little shop on the end. i don't know if it's still there. i haven't been back." She frowned slightly, and clicked her bar across her teeth. she suddenly felt uncomfortable with the direction this conversation was taking. They were not supposed to talk about themselves. They were supposed to take the piss out of each other, be snarky and wind each other up. Hell, Rumour would have felt more comfortable then if Ever turned around and said he wanted to kiss her again, if he wanted to fuck her brains out right there on the roof. That she could deal with. Not the path of questioning this conversation was likely to lead. "Come on. It’s cold, and I’m knackered. I'm going to bed." standing, Rumour crossed her arms and climbed back through the window, something she had done so often she no longer needed her hands to let her know she wasn't about to walk into a pane of glass. Once inside, she headed to her bed, taking the metal pen sized object from her pocket she put it on the side, before losing her shorts all together, heading into the bathroom. EverHe should have known the topic would make Rumour run like a wild cat, but still he'd pressed, giving her just a little glimpse into the mind that was Ever. Mostly the man could handle the very thing in life that plagued him; the fact that he was so separate from the world he had to imagine friends and family for himself, but she was literally all he had. The only one whom he could turn to when it was quiet and needed to be said out loud. Rubbing the top of his head at the mention of getting her tattoo at the boardwalk, Ever's thoughts drifted to the butterfly behind her ear. He wondered if one day, like that inky marking on her skin, she'd be able to fly away. He hoped so...The man was about to suggest returning to the boardwalk to get inked anew when she suddenly stood, announcing she was cold and headed to bed. For a moment Ever thought he might just climb down from there and make a break for it; he was tired as well and the bathtub didn't sound all that comfy. Of course he followed her inside instead, just coming through the window as she was stripping out of her shorts and heading into the bath. He caught a good glimpse of her ass and couldn't help but smirk, wondering what Rumour would do if she came back to him in her bed. Laughing quietly, he did just that. Yanking the stained tee over his head and peeling out of the jeans hugging his waist Ever pulled back the covers and slid in, getting nice and comfortable.
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Post by rumour on Apr 21, 2011 10:23:54 GMT -5
RumourIn the bathroom, Rumour turned on the shower head and took off her shirt so that she stood in just her underwear - her favourite pair of girl boxers. She had it on good authority that a padlock and keys decorated the briefs, and she liked the irony. Sticking her head under the flow, Rumour used her good hand to wash her hair as best she could, determined if nothing else to get the lumps of strawberry flesh from the strands. Five or so minutes later, and once more wearing his shirt, Rumour emerged with wet hair and glanced around, listening for where her guy companion might be. She didn't realise he was in her bed though until she went to climb into it, and found him. "This isn't the bath" She grumbled, pushing on his arm to get him to move over. "And this is my side of the bed. if you want to sleep in it, move over. and if i wake up at all with you spooning me, imma yell for my dad, and tell him you climbed in through the window." The threat was empty of course, and he should well know it, but she still pushed at him, making room for herself beneath the sheets, she got comfortable and turned her music quieter, but left it on. She liked the noise. EverHe closed his eyes; arms folded under his head, ready to ease into sleep at any minute. The fall of water in the bathroom drew a sideways grin across his lips, and the fleeting thought to run in there and flush the toilet or something raced through his mind. She would get a spray full of ice water and then he would get a cast upside the head. Ever decided to let that one go. It had been a long, good day and it seemed to be ending-- (or starting if you looked towards the heavens and saw the sun rise a mere few hours away) just as amazing. When the water in the shower turned off Ever was snoring quietly, but the sound of the opening door and her bare feet padding across the floor stirred him awake. He smirked at how easy she dismissed him being in bed instead of the tub, and inwardly celebrated the minor victory. Laughing quietly Ever scooted over to the other side but kept his relaxed position, glancing down at his tee shirt and wondering if she had anything under it before leaning his head back on his arms again, shutting his russet eyes. After a minute of her 'getting comfortable' Ever smiled with his eyes closed. "We should go to the boardwalk. I want a new tattoo. " RumourRumour lay on her side, eyes closed and her arm under her pillow, she was one of those people who generally fell asleep curled in a ball, and woke up doing an imitation of a starfish as her body followed the cool sheets around the bed. She cracked an eye when he spoke, and for not the first time in the last eight years, Rumour wished she could see what lay in front of her eyes. Closing them again, she smirked a little. "From the way you've described them to me, i wouldn't think you have all that much room for another. What do you want?" Rumour, despite the sarcasm that she began her sentence with, was actually, truly interested. Piercing, tattoo's, body modifications and transformation had always fascinated her, and if a shrink could get hold of her they'd probably put it down to the repression of her own capability, but we didn't think about that. Because that made us a freak, and evil... Swallowing, Rumour shifted on the pillow slightly. "And where?
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Post by Ever Goodman on Apr 21, 2011 10:25:19 GMT -5
EverEver turned his head to face her, a side-ways smile lifting one corner of his lip when she cracked a lid as if to look at him. He could see her clearly thanks to the pure white moonlight shining in through the window; it outlined her crown, leaving a kiss of silver across her damp hair and smirking face. He lifted his shoulders in a slight shrug and glanced down at the flame circled pentagram that stained his chest. He didn't really mind it...but he wished it held some meaning to him. Could...wake up some memory. The next one would definitely mark a new, real memory he had. He honestly didn't know what he wanted yet. "I'm not sure. It hasn't really come to me yet but it will...probably right there while I'm sitting in the chair." He smirked absently and closed his eyes again. "You should come with me...really. You could get like...you could get a pair of cat eyes or paw prints. Miss. Kitty." And he snorted a little in amusement. Rumour Rumour snorted at the idea of cats eyes or paw prints, but she had been thinking for a while about one that she might get. Give reality to the ghost in her dreams and get it inked somewhere on her person. It had been an idea she had been playing with for a long time, but she had never trusted anyone to actually go with her and get it inked, trusted anyone to be her eyes for those few hours. "Maybe I will. But nothing as clichéd as cat eyes or paw prints. Who do you think I am?" She scoffed, but lost the scathing tone. He would have no idea why what she said next would mean anything to her, and she doubted if it was something she would ever explain, but she told him anyway. "A fox. I want an arctic fox." EverShe seemed to be taking in what he'd said, for she was quiet save the snort of disapproval at his suggestions. His mouth was still lifted at one corner, and he absently flipped onto his side; one arm still bent under his head while the other hand rested on the mattress between them. His fingers moved against the material a little and he smiled with both corners now because they were so much softer than those starched hospital or hotel room sheets. They didn't make his skin itch either. And they smelled sorta’ good. He made a sound of surprise when she immediately shunned his ideas but became thoughtful at her inky desire. For some reason, it struck him as perfect for her. Don’t ask him why. "That sounds kinda’ neat. You're just as Foxy as you are catty so..." He paused, waiting for the smack. "You know, I -could- be your eyes. I promise not to let them tattoo I LOVE EVER on you. Promise." ‘
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Post by rumour on Apr 21, 2011 10:26:06 GMT -5
Rumour"Foxy Cleopatra!" She laughed, snapping her fingers. Austin powers had been her favourite movie as a kid. Go figure. "So, I’m a foxy kitty huh? That some hell kinda hybrid right there. What does that make you?"Now there was a thought and a half, though Rumour couldn't think of anything that was sarcastic. She blamed the sleep induced fogginess collecting in her head for that one. "See, i never even thought ‘bout that. Now what am i supposed to do? The whole time that's all i'll be thinking. Maybe i should get it done on my ass, just to save the embarrassment later when it turns out you lied to me?" EverHe had no idea what this FOXY CLEOPATRA thing was about at all. Of course he'd seen the movie but that was -before- the incident with the demon. Before he had left his former life as a hunter behind to wake as a 23 year old babe in the world. It was pretty pathetic. "It makes me...pretty smooth. I'm probably the first man to get a foxy kitty in bed." He snorted and again, waited for the smacks that were coming less and less with her exhaustion. And he didn't mind that. He was pretty freaking tired too. Of course her latter comment made his eyes fly back open where he had let them slide closed, and he reached out to tug on the hem of his tee-shirt. "What? Me lie? Never." He was smirking, holding that soft material in his hand for a moment and then let it go as his hand dropped back down. "I'd love to see your ass though. It’s been a while. " Rumour"Of course you'd love to see my ass. My ass is amazing, especially in my tight girl boxers."She smirked, not bothering to open her eyes even as he tugged on the hem of the shirt she was pretty sure she was just going to steal. Hey, they were comfortable, and had a smell to them she quite enjoyed. It was probably the stale smoke, clinging to the fabric and feeding her nicotine addiction. "But, i feel like this is all one sided." she mused, her last few words contorted by a yawn she stifled with her hand. "I don't get to see your ass. I still don't even know what you look like. Other than your wonky nose anyway. I don't even know what colour your eyes are."
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Post by Ever Goodman on Apr 21, 2011 10:27:40 GMT -5
EverHis eyes stayed open his time, lowering to the place at her thighs where the black tee-shirt she had 'borrowed' began to ride up, lofting a brow at her mention of the girlie boy shorts that were hiding under there. His gaze lifted back up to catch the yawn around her words and he smirked, getting a devious idea about how she could 'see' his ass that he probably shouldn't mention unless he really did want that cast against his grape. "They're brown. Dark brown. Like...black coffee." He finally told her, having had to think about it for a second. Most of the time when he looked in the mirror he just saw two black holes he hardly recognized within a face that was still a stranger. "You could always see my ass like you did my nose." He hadn't meant to let that slip but once it did he was glad. Holding back the honest sarcasm from Rumour was like not breathing for a few minutes. It started to make your chest burn. "Or...you could start with my face again. I won’t bite. Or maybe I will. I'm an enigma. That’s what I am." RumourRumour was beginning to wonder if he was ever going to let her sleep - but he seemed intent on keeping her talking, despite the fact it must have easily been 3 am by this point. Fine, she thought with a sly smirk as it snuck across her lips. If he was going to keep her up, then she was going to wind him up. "If you're an enigma-" Rumour asked as she pulled her hand from under her pillow and sat up. With a smirk, she snaked her hand across the sheets until her finger tips found the slight dip in the mattress that indicated he was laying there. "What does that make me?” And she pushed on his hip, rolling him onto his back, she moved and sat in his lap. "okay. I'll start with your face." She murmured, her eyes open now as she lifted a hand to his hair. EverEver never expected her to take him up on his offer...or...whatever it was exactly she was trying to do to him. The poor guy. It was like being shot in a dark room. He didn't have a clue. One minute he was smirking bigger in response to the sly grin that was stretching her vixen face, and the next his soft brown eyes were trailing her hand on the mattress, so close to his lean his he could feel a static between them. The answer to her inquiry-- something probably along the lines of a pain in his ass, was stolen from his mind the moment she shoved him over so easily with a nudge at his hip and then slid across his waist. He gasped, and the air caught in his throat to stifle any sound. Unbidden, his hips shifted up before they pushed back into the bed. The cotton of his boxers and hers did nothing to hide the way her body felt against his. He clenched every muscle in his body so he wouldn't move against her accidently...or more accurately purposefully because he knew she was testing him. His resolve, how much their friendship meant...or maybe she was just being Rumour. Wasn't even thinking of what on earth it would do to his head or his freaking body. "Yeah...that’s a good place to start." He murmured and his eyes slammed closed. He clenched his fist into the sheet to keep from clenching her waist. He wanted to touch her but it was her turn to 'see' him, not his turn to feel.
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Post by rumour on Apr 21, 2011 10:28:51 GMT -5
RumourShe smirked at the way he tensed beneath her, and then felt a pang of something that might only be registered as guilt, but was easily dismissed, tightened momentarily in her chest. No. she was ignoring that and focusing and what she could feel through her skin, not in her own body. Her fingers trailed through the strands of his hair, and she smirked at the fact it was long, before her fingers drifted lightly over his face, nothing more than a feather touch. she took in the arch of his brows with a quick swish of her thumbs, her fingertips trailing lightly across the bridge of his nose and eyelids. She was almost jealous at the fact his eyelashes were longer than her own. Tracing the stubble on his cheeks, she finished with his lips, and smiled a little at the familiarity of the way they at least felt. well. what do you know. Ever Goodman was nothing short of good looking. "You weren't joking about your nose." She teased, because she wasn’t about to tell him her other thoughts. EverHe swallowed thickly; finally able to dislodge the knot that was slowly suffocating him. Ever was thinking of the cigarette butt filled beer bottles on his dresser, the salty smell of the boardwalk, the alien porn (no! not that!) -anything- except the way her fingertips felt twisting in his hair and then against his face...He parted his mouth and drew in a deep breath as they whispered across his lips. One hand came up from its twisted place on the bed sheet to hover above her hip, finding property there in absent haste as the tease escaped her grinning lips. "I told you. I don’t joke. Or lie. I never told you I was handsome; I've got some flaws." He smiled then, momentarily forgetting the awkwardness and focusing instead on the way her eyes were wide and playful. "I don’t mind my chest though. Or my arms. Go ahead and give them a squeeze. See what you think." Rumour"shush" she reprimanded him, tapping his nose. "I'm working my way down. Tell me when I cross a tattoo - i want to know where they are." Rumour murmured as her fingertips now went from the line of his jaw and over his neck, across his Adams apple and down to the hard lines that were his collar bones. She did as he asked, pressing her hands flat now as she 'saw' his chest and torso, working up rather than down, starting at the cut of his hips and across the bumps of his stomach and ending at his shoulders and arms. She smirked when she found his hand lifted, and trailed her hands down his arms, grabbing his fingers in her own "okay. Now, you shut your eyes... and try and see me, the way I’m seeing you."
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