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Post by harper valentine . on Aug 18, 2008 3:31:23 GMT -5
[/b][/color] "i could feel it from the start, couldn't stand to be apart."[/center] [/b][/color] Nights normally weren't spent alone, she liked it better that way, the less time she had all to herself, the better. While most people often liked to get away from everything and think for a while, Harper preferred being in the company of others - friends. The girl friends for the latest gossip, venting, advice, anything and everything, really. The guy friends, up until recently, were mostly used as a mean of venting the sexual frustration brought upon her by her oh-so soft and cuddly sin. One of these guy friends was none other than Dougie Cleaver. Dougie was a friend and nothing more - sure public displays of affection were common, but c'mon, it was Harper, that was expected - at least that was the public face she and her . . . boyfriend had assumed, more for her sake than his. The blonde was pretty sure that if she let him, her boyfriend would go running from door-to-door shouting out senseless proclamations of his love. He was so cute. So adorable. So fricken hot. So . . . Dougie. xo As she lay in bed, hearing the steady breathing of one of her roommates, not sure if it was Christa or not, due to the fact that Harper had fallen asleep for a couple of hours and when she woke up, there was a sleeping body somewhere in the vicinity of her bed, but it was too dark to tell who exactly it was. And she wasn't going to go off turning on all of the lights to figure it out, she didn't enjoy being woken up and was pretty sure whoever it was sleeping wouldn't enjoy it either. If it were Christa, well that was different, Harper didn't have any problem waking her up in the middle of the night to aimlessly talk about boys, drama, and their social agendas for the next week - but she wasn't sure if it was Christa or not, the brunette could easily be out elsewhere, the hour didn't matter. So basically, it looked like Miss Valentine was stuck, stuck sitting in bed, wide awake in the middle of the night. This just wouldn't do . . . maybe Dougie was awake? She missed him, though she had seen him just . . . five hours ago, according to the clock, which read 2:37 AM. Yes, she went to bed early, but she'd been tired as hell, so much stuff seemed to be happening - she was happy as ever with Dougie, both of their feelings for each other now known to the other, but no one else knew, keeping that information out of the open seemed to take a lot more energy than she had expected. xo Harper reached over onto the nightstand and grabbed her phone, pressing a random button so she could see what she was doing. The female pressed a couple of buttons, making a new text message: 'you awake? meet me in lounge - late night movie . . . and i miss you. xx' she added 'D Cleaver' as the contact and pressed send. She slipped out of bed and made a couple of tweaks to her already comfortable pajamas, and she made her way to the door, leaving her phone where she picked it up - there was no use in nagging, if Doug's phone had been on silent, well, then she'd be stuck watching a movie all by herself and she'd have to deal with it. Hopefully he came. Harper exited her room quietly, locking the door behind her. She continued down a long, and quite cold, hallway and a few short minutes later, she was at the lounge. xo The female studied the vast collection of DVDs on the wall, some of the titles she couldn't read because of the dim lighting. She reached for a random disk and pulled it out, not really caring enough to check out which movie she picked, and slid it into the DVD player. The TV was now on and she went and sat on the couch, preparing to watch the commercials until Dougie arrived - if he was even coming. The couch was a comfy one, one of those that you just sink into and never want to get out of it. The vampire grabbed a pillow off the the couch and sat in it's place, near the end of the couch, cross-legged (or 'pretzel style' if you were in kindergarten), and prepared herself to watch the previews before the DVD reached the main menu screen. When it did so, she would be prepared to press the play button on the remote that lay on the arm of the chair closest to her. Now, all there was to do was wait. Wait and hope.[/SIZE] _________________________ tag xo dougie cleaver. status xo complete. word count xo 793 words. outfit xo here. hair and make-up xo here, no make-up. speak xo it's all done![/font] [/ul]
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Post by Dougie Cleaver ™ on Aug 19, 2008 0:22:53 GMT -5
DOUGIE j u d i a h c l e a v e r ♠ [/font] ___________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________ another year over, and we're still together. it's not always easy, but i'm here forever. ---[/font][/center][/i] » » His night had been a restless one; tossing an turning in the bunks as either Devon or Darren snored up a storm. Both of them were very prone to snoring, but tonight it was only one and even that was enough to keep Mister Dougie Cleaver awake. He didn’t know how Damien could sleep through that kind of noise; it was like Chinese water torture. His blue eyes tried to stare at the ceiling, but all he saw was the black night engulfing his room. Finally, after only being able to handle the snoring for so long, he crawled out of bed and walked over to the source of the noise. It was Devon. Throwing his hand back, he smacked the back of the boy’s head, causing Devon, not to wake up, but groan and roll over, having the snoring stop for the time being. Staggering back to his bed, Dougie could hear the snores already start up again, ”For fuck sakes.’ he mumbled and flopped down on his bed. He dug his face into his pillow, almost attempting to get rid of the sound that was invading his slumber. However, this attempted failed miserably. Devon’s loud snores could be heard through the pillow and Dougie doubted that he would be getting any sleep tonight.
» » Dougie had a lot of things going on in his mind at the moment. He and Harper had finally expressed their love for one another and it was kind of taking a tole on the poor guy. You see, he wanted to shout out to the world that he was in love with Harper Valentine, but she wasn’t ready for that yet. I guess that was what you got for falling in love with the sin of lust. Sure, Dougie was the sin of Wrath himself, but that didn’t mean he had his weakness’, Harper just happened to be one of them. He truly did love her, he wanted to be with her and tell the world that he was with her. He knew Harper wanted to, but he stupid sin wouldn’t allow her to. He hated how she let her sin take over her heart and not let her true feelings show. Okay, that was lie. They did show, but only when she was alone with Dougie. The two would kiss, love and hold one another as they whispered sweet nothings into each other’s ears. It was something that Dougie loved to do, one of his favourite pass times. He would smell her hair, kiss her neck, nibble at her ear, anything loving and caring that he could think of, he would do.
» » As he lay in bed, he suddenly heard a loud buzzing noise coming from his night stand. Propping himself up, he looked at his phone. Once he saw the caller ID labeled ‘HarperLove’, he picked it up and read the text message. Grinning softly, he didn’t even bother to reply to the message, he just got off his bed, threw on a pair of jeans (no shirt, thank you) and ran towards the lounge. He was rather excited to see Harper, even though it had only been five hours since he got to see her smiling face. That was how in love Dougie was with this girl. Even though the girl was two years younger than him and it was technically illegal for them to have sex, he didn’t care. He wanted to feel bare skin touching bare skin, he wanted to kiss her neck and cause goose bumps to form on her milky skin. He was hopeless romantic that way; he loved buying girls roses and cards, he loved to see Harper smile at him. It was just the way he was and no one was going to change him.
» » Finally, once he had reached the lounge, he could see the blue light coming from the window. Harper must have already started the movie without him. Opening the door, quietly, he used his supernatural powers to stay in the shadows and creep up behind the unsuspecting vampire. Once he was right behind her, he took one hand and pulled her hair away from her neck and behind her hear, kissing her neck right after, ”You should keep your hair our of your face, babe...” he whispered and kept kissing her neck. She tasted so good, he just couldn’t get enough of the vampiress. His kisses were soft and loving, not wanting to get hot and heavy just yet, seeing as he just got here and movie hadn’t even started. Once he pulled away, he walked around the couch before sitting beside Harper and wrapping his arm around her, ”Couldn’t sleep either?”
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Post by harper valentine . on Aug 19, 2008 3:22:47 GMT -5
[/b][/color] "somethin' 'bout you caught my eye, somethin' moved me deep inside."[/center] xo The blonde female stared at the television screen, watching as the various previews that would be coming to an end soon. The main menu would be coming up and she would finally get a glimpse at what movie it was that she (and hopefully one other person) would be watching. Hopefully it wasn't some comedy . . . Harper wasn't really in the laugh out loud comedy mood, she just wanted to snuggle up and watch a movie with her boyfriend - the word still felt a little funky on her tongue with the unspoken exclusive-ness to it. She hugged the pillow in her arms closer, trying to suck whatever warmth out of it she could, damnit, why did they keep the lounge so cold? She was in a jacket and pants - she shouldn't be cold! She rarely got cold to begin with, so why now? Why couldn't she just be warm? Why did the low thermostat setting have to make her seem even more alone, why did it have to make each second tick by at a dreadfully slow pace? The pillow wasn't doing much good, but she'd rather have the pillow than not have it, it was something to hold on to for the time being, hopefully there'd be someone to keep her warm in a few minutes.
xo She stared blankly at the TV screen as each preview flew by, not really paying attention to the content of them, just watching aimlessly to pass time (and to distract her from the seemingly arctic temperature) until he got here . . . if he was even coming. Harper had no doubt that he would be joining her shortly if his phone had been loud enough to wake him, but there was just as great of a chance that it didn't . . . she didn't want to watch a movie all by herself. A pout crossed her face at the thought of doing such a thing. An involuntary chill interrupted her thoughts as it travelled from her head to her toes; it was that chill most humans got when they felt someone was watching them. It was odd, though, if there was someone in the room with her, she'd have seen or heard him, she heard nothing, and she saw nothing but the entrancing screen before her. A second presence finally became known to her as a hand brushed her hair away from her face and a pair of lips pressed softly against her neck. Dougie! She felt her heart skip a beat at his sudden arrival and the thrill of the fact that he had gotten her text before morning. Hm, she must've been pretty into the previews not to notice his arrival, unless of course someone was being sneaky. Yeah, he was being sneaky, she hadn't been that into the previews. Another involuntary chill ran down her spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in it's path, from her neck, down. It was different from the previous chill, though, it was more tingly, fuzzier, and an inner warmth seemed to follow in its path. "You should stop sneaking up on me, babe," she scolded lightly, accentuating the final word before letting a smile peel across her lips. What? She couldn't help herself, he just made her smile, he made her happy, even without trying.
xo The female rearranged her self slightly as he came around the side of the couch, the pillow was now of no use for her, so she tossed it on the other side of the couch with the one other pillow that had matching fabric with the couch. "Nope, I'm wide awake," she admitted with a smile, allowing herself to sink into his arms, her head lay softly against his chest. The movie's theme music started playing, indicating that all of the previews were over and done with and that the main menu had been reached, Harper grabbed the remote off of the armrest and pressed the play button, starting the actual movie; she then set the remote to the side on the end table. So it looked like the movie that they were going to be watching was none other than Van Helsing. Hah, that was kind of funny, a vampire slaying movie for the two vampires to watch. Actually, that was fucking hilarious. Perhaps Mr. Draculea would make an appearance. Hmph, Hollywood's interpretation of the supernatural got more and more amusing with each horror vampire flick that was released.
xo She sat there, enjoying the warmth around her, the warmth of his bare chest and the warmth of his arms. Her fingers began tracing the stomach muscles thoughtlessly, it was just something or them to do, another part of her touching him. "I missed you," Harper whispered to him, tilting her head and giving him a soft kiss on the lips. Never did it seem to get tiring, a simple kiss on his lips tasted just as good as the very first kiss. She remembered her previous cold state just moments before and connected it with Dougie's lack of a shirt, here she was worrying about herself and he could quite possibly be freezing his ass off. "Aren't you cold?" She inquired, he didn't feel cold, but maybe that was just because she had been freezing her ass off (and still was, just a little bit, to be honest with you). The blonde snuggled closer into him; it was right where she belonged, no one else's arms would ever feel safe compared to his, no one's touch would feel right compared to his, no one stood anywhere close to him, no one else would ever claim her heart.
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Post by Dougie Cleaver ™ on Aug 20, 2008 21:48:38 GMT -5
DOUGIE j u d i a h c l e a v e r ♠ [/font] ___________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________ another year over, and we're still together. it's not always easy, but i'm here forever. ---[/font][/center][/i] » » So many people know that there was always a connection between himself and Miss Valentine. Although, only a handful of people actually witnessed the love that Harper and Dougie share. They would only show public displays of affection if they were around certain people, like Christa or Jude or anyone of those people in their little ‘circle of trust’. The way they looked at each other told people that they had an attraction towards one another. Then again, Harper was the sin of lust - the sin of sexual desire. So, maybe what people based their facts on wasn’t entirely correct. I mean, almost every guy with an attraction toward women would give up their left leg to be with Harper Valentine. Fortunately for Dougie, he didn’t have to give up his left leg to be with the notorious sin of lust. She just happened to feel the same way about him as he did about her. This was rather fortunate for Dougie, seeing as he would never suspect that Harper would love him the same way he loved her. He had heard so many guys talking about Harper and how they wanted to ‘bang her’ or ‘get into bed with her’. Honestly, Dougie didn’t care about the sex all that much, sure the sex was amazing, but so was just talking to her and kissing her. Not many men understood that just being with a girl could be so amazing, not just worrying about when they were going to bone next. Harper was a great girl to just be around; he could easily talk to her about anything and it wasn’t awkward in the slightest.
» » The moment he stepped into the room, he knew that she knew that someone else was there with her. It kind of sucked when vampires had this ‘sixth sense’ and could easily target where their enemies were. It was because of their body heat and the way that things smelt. For a vampire, it was very easy for them to sniff out a stinky werewolf and that would make it easy for them to devour their prey. As he kissed her neck, he kept playing with her hair in his other hand. He adored her long, soft, blonde hair; any way she put it, whether it was up, down, straight or curly, he always loved the way it looked on her. He stopped kissing her neck as he heard her little comment, emphasizing the last word ‘babe’, which was what most couples used as pet names for their significant other. He grinned softly and brushed his nose behind her ear, ”Am I not allowed to call you ‘babe’, now?” he asked, noticing that her tone made it seem like she didn’t exactly like the whole ‘pet name’ idea, ”And why not? It’s fun to sneak up on you. I like to see the look on your face when you realize it’s me.” he explained and ipped at her ear before he made it way to sitting beside her.
» » It didn’t take long for him to find a comfortable position on the couch, especially when the love of his life was resting against him. He sat sitting up straight, his legs apart (like most boys) and one arm around her shoulder, the other resting on the back of the couch. His eyes were locked on the T.V as he and Harper just sat there in each other’s arms. However, he loosened his grip on her as she reached for the remote and pressed ‘play’ on the menu. Once he realized that the movie was about vampires and werewolves, he let a slight chuckle leave his lips. Now usually, Dougie found that all movies about vampires and werewolves were jokes; but actually, he liked Van Helsing. That movie sort of almost got the politics of the races correct; and the guy who played Dracula wasn’t bad at all. They even got his original name right! As he kept looking at the screen, he suddenly heard Harper’s voice pierce through the silence. The words that left her lips made him melt on the inside. He looked down at her, only to find that her lips were now against his. Closing his eyes, he kissed back; as she pulled away, his head following her, wanting more. She was so addicting to him, he couldn’t get enough of her, ”I missed you, too, love.” he agreed. He truly did, even though they had only been away form each other for a couple of hours. Kissing her lips once more, he let it linger, wanting to savor her taste. Once he pulled away, he closed his eyes and brushed their noses together, ”You are all that’s on my mind. Do you know that?” he asked. He knew he probably sounded like a complete sap, but he meant it. He thought about her every second of every day. She was the first thing he thought about when he woke up and the last thing he thought about before he went to bed. Then, he dreamt about her. That was how much he loved her.
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[/color] As she asked if he was cold, he just simply shook his head. Oddly enough, Dougie never got cold, even in the winter, he just didn’t get cold. He took both of her hands in his and realized how cold she was. He went wide eyed and enveloped her tiny hands in his before kissing them, ”I’m not, but you sure are.” he explained and blew on her hands, ”Do you want me to go get you a blanket?” he asked. Aw, Dougie; such a respectful young lad. He treated women like they should be treated, with respect. Dougie wrapped both of his arms around Harper and started rubbing her arms, trying to warm her up. He loved her and didn’t even want to see her cold. Once he stopped rubbing her arms, he just enclosed them around her tiny frame and kissed the top of her head, ”I love you, Harper Valentine.” he whispered. He knew that she knew that it meant something to him and he would say it over and over again if she didn't. He knew it was hard for her to love, seeing as her stupid sin of lust was always in her heart, eating away at it.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] ___________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________ I WOULDN'T MIND IF HARPER VALENTINE JOINED THIS THREAD. THIS THREAD IS COMPLETE||incomplete. THE WORD COUNT IS LONGISH, TRY; ONE THOUSAND NINTY THREE. HE IS WEARING THIS AND THIS. ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS LET'S KEEP IT ABOUT THIS LENGTH...PLEASE!?
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Post by harper valentine . on Aug 21, 2008 5:29:09 GMT -5
[/b][/color] "i don't know what you did boy but ya had it, and i've been hooked ever since."[/center] xo The pockets of air that managed to seep through her clothes, despite Doug's warm, strong, perfect arm holding her close, seemed to chill her to the bone. She was cold, yes, but it wasn't anything that she hadn't experienced before, she'd get used to it in a little bit. Either she'd get used to it or she'd be warm, either way she was happy. And thankful, at least she had some pajama pants on as opposed to shorts. Her lovely, comfortable pants from Charlotte Russe.
xo Oh the "Love" graffiti pants. The pajama bottoms had been quite amusing to purchase; she'd had them for about a year now, this was probably only the second time she'd ever worn them, the other time was when she was drunk off of her ass and she put them on to laugh up a storm with the guy (or two) that she'd invited back to her dorm. Now that she looked back on the instance, there wasn't really anything funny at all, the degrading insults covered up with laughter wasn't something that she should've been laughing at, she was laughing at herself . . . it didn't really matter, not any more it didn't. While before love was just an amusing thought, now it was part of her reality, it was real. It almost seemed to give her more reason to wear the pants, now that they would remind her of something each time she put them on, or had them taken off.
xo Their noses brushed lightly against each other in the cute way that never seemed to get old, "Now I do," the female answered, he was always thinking about her. A smile spread across her features, it was nice to know things like that, little virtually insignificant things that meant a world's of difference in all of their insignificance. Odd, eh? If a jacket wasn't doing much good, then what was a blanket going to do to help? Absolutely nothing. Okay so maybe it would help, but the thought of layering didn't really occur to her at that moment - she was cold and the only thing that could keep her warm was Dougie himself. And, quite honestly, if getting a blanket meant being alone (even if it was for a few brief moments) then Harper would suck it up and just be cold. "I don't think that's necessary as I'm perfectly content with things as they are right now," she answered, pressing her lips onto his as she spoke the final word, enjoying the tingling sensation that flowed throughout her entire body. It was him and only him, no one else ever did this to her, no one else made her feel this way; why hadn't they done this earlier? Why had they waited so long to explain how they felt for each other? Oh, that's right, it was her fault, she was the one that had called everything off . . . it didn't matter, not any more it didn't, not right now at least, not tonight. It was just her and Dougie and no one or nothing was going to ruin that. She leaned into the kiss, milking it for all it was worth before it was broken for practical reasons, a spark shot through her body; mmm, now that was one way to get a girl warm.
xo I love you, Harper Valentine. The words. The words she loved to hear and doubted she'd ever get tired of hearing them. She couldn't help but feel significant, to feel loved, to fell wanted, to feel needed as she heard those words. It sent a shock wave of energy through her, warming her from the inside out; the blonde suddenly closed the gap in between their faces, connecting her lips with his once again, her tongue moving into his mouth. She never wanted to be anywhere else, perfectly and completely content just as things were, but she broke it off to reply, planting a trail of kisses along his cheek as she moved to speak into his ear, "I love you, too." Each and every time she said it, those three words, they got easier to say, it flowed more naturally. Harper remembered the first time she'd said them, how could she forget? It wasn't something that she'd ever dreamed of doing, she wasn't even sure if she could say them. But she had, she'd said them and she'd said them with all of her heart. She said it again, just to hear it and let him know it. "I love you, Douglas Cleaver," she whispered into his ear, inhaling a gust of air, the smell of his shampoo entering her senses. Harper smirked, she never called him Douglas, as she had always found it a bit too formal in casual conversation, now, it was just amusing. It was like calling a John Jonathan, it worked, it just wasn't as common. But Douglas seemed to fit, professing one's love was a formal thing, it was hardly ever taken lightly - especially if it was true.
xo The source of the light in the room was obsolete, Harper'd lost interest in the movie as soon as a certain someone had arrived. It'd done its purpose, kept her entertained until her companion had arrive, now it could just keep playing without any viewers, as she assumed Dougie was a bit too preoccupied to be paying much attention to what was going on in the film. The blonde swung her leg over his legs so one of her legs were on either side of his, folded back, causing her feet to stick out over the edge of the couch. She sat lightly on his thighs, perching herself so she was taller than him; her hands moved under his chin, tilting it upward before she met his lips with another kiss. Harper's hands moved down his chin, down his neck, then slowly down his chest before moving to his back, all the while, her lips glued to his as though her life depended on it. No signs of being chilly showed any longer, being warm obviously wasn't an issue any more.
_________________________ tag xo dougie cleaver. status xo complete. word count xo 1021 words. outfit xo here. hair and make-up xo here, no make-up. the track xo beep by pussycat dolls. speak xo mkay, that length sounds about good, i'll shoot for around there every post. wooh! i had fun writing this post, sorry for the minor delay, though, school started this week and i hate it. -.-
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Post by Dougie Cleaver ™ on Sept 16, 2008 2:08:45 GMT -5
DOUGIE j u d i a h c l e a v e r ♠ [/font] ___________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________ another year over, and we're still together. it's not always easy, but i'm here forever. ---[/font][/center][/i] » » If Harper wasn’t clinging to him like a child lost at the fair, he would probably be a whole lot colder than he was now. However, the girl’s body heat was his heating device and didn’t mind being cold if it meant he being near to him. His arms enveloped around her tiny frame as she softly shivered under her pajamas. If it didn’t mean moving, ro being away from her, he would have already gotten up and gotten her a blanket to be wrapped in while they watched a movie. To be perfectly honest, Dougie was in no mood for any sort of sexual activity. However, that mood was easily changed once Harper pressed her lips against his and just hinted at the fact that he was longing for him and his touch. Once she had done that, he was pretty much powerless and his will was completely bashed down into nothingness. Harper was his ultimate weakness, and everyone knew it. Whenever she walked into the room, he would simply beam and make sure that he gave her ak iss before he went on stage.
» » The way that these two got together was something that Dougie had to think about before he realized that it had actually happened. The fact that Harper, the sin of lust, had chosen him to be the one who she would stop her foolish ways with. It just astounded him that he had that sort of power over such a strong will, strong spirited girl. Harper was the most free-spirited girl he had ever met and he had tamed her for the time being. Even that was good enough for him. Honestly, he couldn’t see himself with anyone else but Harper Valentine, just because he loved her more than anything in the world. When they had first met in detention hall, he never thought that he would be just as in love with her as he was now. He figured they would hook up a couple of times and then become good friends. But no. He fell in love, he fell fast and hard. When they had broken up, he was hurt, he really was. However, she had come back to him time and again to get the sexual pleasure that she always needed and always craved. Yet, here they were now, in love, hugging, kissing, whispering sweet nothings into one another’s ear. It was something that made Dougie want to stop time forever.
» » Telling her that she was always on his mind was something that Dougie never thought he would tell her. He thought it would scare her and she would run away from him like she had before. However, the reaction was the complete opposite of what he thought she was going to do. Instead of running away, she smiled and told him that she was happy he had told her.
» » His arms were strong, safe and warm fro Harper and he knew that. They were her safety and Dougie would make sure they would stay that way for as long as they loved each other. Harper was one of the most important things in his life right now and he didn’t want to let that go. He didn’t want to hurt her and he didn’t want to be the one she feared so much. His stomach exploded with butterflies as she told him was happy where and who she was before kissing his lips. They were always the same, but always just as addicting as the ones before. Harper had that effect on him, no one else. Marina never had that addicting, longing kiss that he craved for every time she pulled away. Only Harper made him beg for more. Only Harper made his heart melt. It was a fact that everyone knew. Dougie was head over heals in love with Harper Valentine. It had been that way since day one, even though neither of them knew it at the time.
» » Their noses brushed together, their bodies clinging to one another as the movie kept playing in the background. He had told her that he had loved her, for the billionth time today, but he never got tired of saying it. The response was what he really wanted, he wanted to hear her sweet voice say that she loved him just as much as he loved her. Feeling her lips once more, he cupped her cheek with one hand and placed his other on her hip. Her lips her soft, delicate, full of meaning. However, just as he was ready to drift off into their world, she had pulled away from him. He would have whimpered, if the words that came out of her mouth weren’t so perfect. However, he was slightly shocked when she said his full name, seeing as not many people called him by it. However, he seemed to think that this sort of fit the situation, ”Douglas?” he asked and chuckled softly before he felt her intoxicating lips upon his once again.
» » He could tell that things between himself and Harper would always get hot and heavy before the end of the night was over. However, on this particular night, he didn’t want to have sex in the lounge, just because it wasn’t classy and he would hate it if someone walked in on them. So, before she started getting more hot and heavy, he pulled away, ”Not tonight...” he whispered, not knowing if he knew what he meant. If you didn’t know what he meant, it was code for ‘I am horny and I do want to make out with you, but I don’t want to have sex in such a random place in the middle of the night’ Understandable, right? He loved Harper with all of his heart and she gave him pleasures that not other person could give him, but for tonight, he just wanted to feel her lips against his and let his hands roam over her skin, nothing more, nothing less. Dougie was a respectable man, most people knew that. You would have his father to thank for that.
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Post by harper valentine . on Sept 28, 2008 3:52:16 GMT -5
[/b][/color] "told my mother, my brother, my sister and my friends."[/center] xo A smirk pealed across Harper's face as he was caught slightly off-guard by the use of his full name. It had sounded a bit off, yet suitable nonetheless to him as well. The moment of confusion, the look on his face was more than enough to make her smile, who knew that it was possible to be so . . . bangable and adorable at the same time.
xo As soon as those two words slipped from his lips, her nails went from lightly tracing lines into his chest to scratching its surface, leaving a wake of red marks. She pulled her hand away quickly when she realized what she was doing; it was just a reflex, rejection of any sort didn't sit too well, even if it was in a situation such as this. She started to apologize, but thought better of it. Apologizing wasn't going to get her anywhere. "Oh, and why not?" She questioned, a pout appearing after she spoke, her lower lip jutting out, quivering a little for a little extra effect. What on earth would prompt him to say such a thing? Yeah, they were in the lounge, which was open to any and all students twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. But, seriously? It was in the middle of the fucking night, who was going to be up? No one except for them. "If you didn't expect anything, you should've come with a shirt on, you don't see me waltzing around topless without hoping to get any action, do you?" She said in an accusatory tone. Of course, a male topless versus a female topless was a world's of difference, but she was trying to prove a point. Shirtless Dougie was half-clothed Dougie, just waiting to be stripped of the rest of his clothes, simple as that. How was she supposed to behave herself when he arrived half clothed? It was hard enough when he was fully clothed. "Besides, no one's up, just," her cool hand made contact with his chest again before quickly sliding down to his pant line, where she then unbuttoned the metallic button on his jeans before she finished her sentence with a smirk, "relax." The blonde's free hand moved to his face which she brought forward so their lips could meet once again. She wasn't going to let him get away from her, nope, he was hers.
xo Harper loved Dougie, she loved him with all of her heart, body, mind, and soul. She could tell him, as she often did, but it never seemed to be enough. Words never seemed to capture the full meaning of the three words, and besides, part of her was much more comfortable with the physical rather than the verbal route. 'I love you,' meant the world to her when she heard it, but, again, the moment never seemed complete unless she showed him how much she loved him. She had to show him. It was kind of sad, in a way, how nothing seemed good enough for him unless there was a kiss, a cuddle, or, what seemed to happen most often, a fu- the point was that the three words that had changed her life should be more than enough for him, and they most likely were, it was just that Harper didn't feel like they were enough. Nothing was enough for him, she had to give him everything, even if he didn't ask for it. It was Dougie, and she loved him, and he deserved everything.
xo She broke the kiss, willing herself to maintain control of her little . . . gift, as some called it. Luck was on Harper's side recently, or at least that's what she viewed it as - luck. It was only luck that she hadn't gone off and slept with the smoking hot football junior coach that was roomed just across the hall from her, the closest in the guy's dorm hall. It was only luck that she hadn't gotten drunk and gone off and slept with some stranger twice her age. It was only luck . . . luck that she was thankful for, God only knew how thankful she was for it, but when would her luck run out? Things couldn't be this good forever, could they? I mean, she wanted them to be, but Harper Valentine was a realist, she knew what could happen, it was good that she knew, then she could at least be partially prepared for it, in hopes of preventing anything from happening. Her eyes watched his beautiful blues for a few brief moments before she brought her face closer to his, her lips just in front of his, she could feel the warmth of his breath on her face. The female remained still as a statue, just examining the little things about him that made her love him so. The little details in his face, the way his hair fell across his eyes, sometimes hiding them from view; the tiny freckles scattered here and there, his averagely cute nose, and his eyes, the endless blue sea that she wanted to dive into. The little details that made up the big picture, the little details that made Dougie who he was. The most handsome guy on campus, in Vancouver, in Canada, in North America, in the world, in the galaxy, in the entire universe.
_________________________ tag xo dougie cleaver. status xo complete. word count xo 892 words. outfit xo here. hair and make-up xo here, no make-up. thread lyrics xo ain't no other man by christina aguilera. listening to xo dirty little secret by all-american rejects. speak xo ^ hehe. i totally didn't plan on listening to that song, it just popped up on shuffle as i hit 'modify post.' =P sorry it took so long to finish, and it's a piece of crap but it's up now, and that's what counts, right? ♥ [/font] [/blockquote]
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