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Post by Chains on Jan 23, 2009 8:09:14 GMT -5
Chains grabbed the waist of her jeans, pulling her close and letting out a quiet grunt. He was definitely having an experience of being far more crazy than he usually was but he'd basically been behaving himself the last few months, he hadn't tried to violate anyone or break any skulls since the last Ava-related incident so his trouble mind had earned the escape from reality. At least in his opinion.
If he were checked in enough to realise he never wanted to be gentle with JK. She challenged him in every way and he didn't want to mess with the games they had. They guaranteed him the distraction from detention life that he needed. For the next year and a half of his life he needed that distraction to stop him from really causing himself trouble. Definitely.
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Post by jk on Jan 23, 2009 8:14:48 GMT -5
Being pressed that close to Chains that intimately as abnormal for JK but she wasn't about to fuck with whatever mindset he had going on. Instead she bit a little harder on his bottom lip as their lips danced together in their silent battle. JK knew what they were for each other, what they did for one another within the walls of the detention facility. One another's scape goats. The two that protected one another even when they were certain that they didn't need such protecting.
Letting her body fit into Chains, JK was surprised that she fit in there so well. As far as she had seen and known only one girl had ever fit right there...and she had destroyed him. How was i possible that she fit just as well if not better? Pushing all normal thoughts away JK allowed herself to bite at his lip every little bit, to at least attempt to keep him in reality. Yet at the same time she wanted him to be wanting her this way, her arms pressed up against his chest while their below was pressed together. How jealous she was that it was her he was seeing...and how understanding as well.
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Post by Chains on Jan 23, 2009 8:40:56 GMT -5
Chains groaned, shifting his grip from the front of her jeans to her lower back, holding her body against his own. She did fit perfectly and that thought flicked through his mind, but she was different so as he broke from the kiss for a moment for air, he didn't say the name that was on his mind, he just moved to kiss at her neck, nipping at it but not trying to break her skin like he usually would, it was more just to bring pleasure with a bit of pain. It was no fun if it was all gentle anyway.
On top of it all though he still wanted to wish it was his Laura. The facility hadn't done anything for his mental health so he'd been stuck stewing in one place the whole time he'd been there. Once his high had disappeared, perhaps when he would be lying sprawled out on his bed hours later, he'd think about what he should do to fix things. It'd end up with him just trying to plan what sort of job he should try to get, and how far he and Ava should move away. It was really surprised it'd taken him that long to have such a deluded experience, being locked away from his family for so long.
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Post by jk on Jan 23, 2009 8:48:05 GMT -5
When Chains lips met her neck in a way that was not only abnormal but pleasurable with pain mixed in JK wasn't sure what to think. Her mind wouldn't allow her to think about the situation. Rather it just let her press her body against his and feel the warmth he created while his lips traveled her neck, nipping at it. Whatever he was feeling was still JK, she could sense that in the breath he took at the end of that kiss. But at the same time he was desperate for the girl that he was missing. If JK hadn't been hurt so much she would've been hurt, but that wasn't the case.
Letting her fingertips slide up his chest she felt her arms wrap themselves around his neck of their own accord. As if she had no say in the matter. But the action seemed all too fitting in it's entirety. How had she been missing this for so long? Not allowing her mind to get into any emotional side of things JK made a point to press her lips right at the base of his neck where she could reach. Wondering what she would give to make him want her and just her.
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Post by Chains on Jan 25, 2009 4:56:27 GMT -5
Chains bit her neck lightly, keeping his tight grip on her as his head moved down to push the fabric of her shirt aside to nip at her collarbone. He let out a small grunt and got a grip on her hip. Normally he would try to dig his nails into her, scar her, but this time he was just trying to hold onto her tighter, like if he let go he'd lose the whole fantasy he had in his head and he couldn't afford to do that yet.
Pushing her down onto her back he pressed himself down on top of her, still biting at her neck and collarbone. He had no idea how far he would go but it would probably be as long as his high would last without him losing the last shred of control he had left.
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Post by jk on Jan 25, 2009 5:05:11 GMT -5
With each bite and kiss, every touch and tightening of his grip, JK wondered what it was like to love and be love so profoundly that you'd pretend that you saw that person. She couldn't fathom it. Sure she had this guy back home, he'd through a lot with her. But he just wasn't...love. They were more like fuck buddies beyond any reasonable doubt with a few emotional ties tossed in for fun, right alongside the stupid drunken memories. Barely struggling as Chains got her on her back JK wondered if it'd be smart to stop him, to take away his fantasy before he got too far into it. But as he grunted, a moan in her ear, she couldn't do it. Not only because she was enjoying every touch from him...but because she was attempting to slip into the skin of this supposedly incredible girl. To JK...you had to be strong as well as utterly incredible to get Chains to care so much.
Fluttering her fingertips underneath his shirt JK felt his skin, warmer than it normally was, which gave her the incentive she needed to press her fingernails into his back hard enough to where he could feel her. And as for his tightened grip...she couldn't complain...he just kept pulling her closer and closer. "I don't want to know your fantasy...just pretend it's me..." She whispered to him, hoping he understood, hoping she hadn't just fucked it all up.
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Post by Chains on Jan 25, 2009 6:01:22 GMT -5
Chains was thinking about how Laura had caught his attention in the first place while he nibbled over JK's skin. He had been moping around the trailer park on his crutches and she'd been putting out the garbage for the park's office wearing a pair of short-shorts and a cami that stretched over her chest. Her hair was hanging around her face and she only had flip flops on her feet. She appeared to be the total epitome of trailer trash but the attitude she carried around combined with the odd bright smile she'd given him once he cleared his throat to get her attention had left him completely smitten in seconds.
Laura had made him not care that he'd never be an NBA star. She told him how she'd never get into college with her wild background and low grades but she was still going to get herself helping people. She had been to become a midwife instead of a doctor like she'd hoped and she got him thinking about coaching basketball. She had been so perfect, and the way she'd handle the pregnancy, excited and happy about having her first 'practice' run at a delivery, that had just made him just as excited as her.
Unfortunately when Ava had been born it was via C-Section while her mother's heart gave out, dying right after the birth. But that wasn't what Chains wanted to think about, so he focused on her smile, which made his lips draw back up to her lips, kissing her deeply, wanting to feel every part of that mouth, even if it were the wrong one. He went on to ignore her words and push her shirt up a little to rub his skin over her hands.
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