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Post by harper valentine . on Dec 10, 2007 1:50:01 GMT -5
STATUS;; complete | incomplete WORD COUNT;; 1,683 words. CHAT;; - _____________
little miss lust. harper grace valentine "all you need is love, all you need is love, all you need is love, love, love is all you need"
Victory! It was such a sweet thing, victory was, not the ‘you get a medal’ type of victory, but the type of victory where you have beaten someone at getting a much more prized possession. The prize in this race? None other the male laying next to her, Dougie Cleaver. The contestants? Oh there were so many participants; it was a very believable thought that the entire female population of the school had at one point in time had a crush, major or minor, on Mr. Cleaver here. But there were only two finalists, two distinct females (that she knew of) that had their claws out and ready to rip each other’s flesh off until the bitter end. Lexi Reynolds and Harper Valentine. The two females were alike in some ways and so unalike in others. They both had blonde hair; maybe this showed that Dougie had a thing for blondes after all. But anyways, Miss Reynolds and Miss Valentine had somewhat similar personalities in the way that they both got around more than the average person, but for Harper, it was in a greater magnitude, seeing as the sin she possessed was known for it’s… above average performance in the bedroom. The audience, also known as the rest of the student body at Collingwood Secondary, most likely assumed that Harper only wanted Dougie for the sex and didn’t want to share. What they thought about Lexi? Well, Harper knew what she thought about Lexi and that was all that mattered to her. The bitch wasn’t to touch him and when she did – when he allowed her to – it made her blood boil and she wanted to rip the slut’s throat right out, no exaggeration. You knew that you weren’t on Harper’s good side if either she was overly nice to you, constantly sending those overly happy, cheesy smiles in your direction or if she was a flat out bitch to your face, that was a pretty good indicator that she didn’t like you.
Her slender fingers continued to aimlessly doodle on the back of his rough hands; it was contact, but not super intimate. Was she afraid of intimate contact? Of course not! Why would Harper we scared of getting up close and personal with the man she loved openly? Okay, so maybe she was, just a little, but it wasn’t because she was nervous or in fear that he might reject her, it was in fear of her sin. Sure, she had sent lust far away, but there came a time where lust took over, where her body did the talking instead of her emotions. The only good thing that came out of that was sex, and yeah, Harper wanted good sex, but she didn’t want to be oppressed by her sin, not this time. It was her time to shine; it was her and Dougie’s moment, no one else’s, just theirs. No one was going to ruin it, there was no Lexi in the picture, there was no other guy on Harper’s mind; it was simply Dougie Cleaver and Harper Valentine, both madly in love with each other.
There had been times in her life where a girl had just pissed her off so much that she had deliberately gone off and slept with their boyfriend, crush, or soon to be boyfriend. There were also other times where Harper had conjured up a believable story to tell at her class assembly, where students could go up to the podium and say whatever they wanted about the school or their peers. Of course, the administration did not intend to have the assembly turn into some revengeful lecture ceremony, but that is what it always ended up turning into if there was some bitch bothering Harper on or near the day of the assembly. So, in conclusion, don’t mess with Harper at all, especially when the assembly was within site. Bitch much? Yeah, Harper could be a bitch, but nine times out of ten, she would only direct it towards the female population; her sin kind of kept her from disappointing or angering the males of the school. She could be a royal bitch if she disliked you that much. For girls, your relationship with Little Miss Lust was either friendly or the complete opposite, the ‘I hate you and you should go kill yourself before I do so myself’ type relationship. Harper had some of the best girl friends anyone could ask for, but then again she also had some of the worst enemies anyone had, so she had the best (or maybe it would be the worst) of both worlds. She loved her friends so much that she was willing to put up with all of the Harper Haters of the world; she wouldn’t trade her friends out for anything.
The always welcome pair of lips connected with her own, it was gentle and passive in a very loving manner. His soft, tender kisses were nice, they were different, a pleasant surprise and a lovely change in pace. Harper also found the little nose to nose rubs cute, she had always called them nosies as a kid and it was her way of saying good-bye to close friends or family. It was just one of those cute little things she had always done as a kid. She was so used to the hardcore make out kisses, the ‘hurry up and rip your clothes off as fast as physically possible’ type moments, but this was different. Maybe this is how things happened when you loved another, Harper wouldn’t know, it was new to her. Last time she had even thought she loved someone, she was eleven, and even for her, sex hadn’t become an object of desire yet. An amused smile spread across her lips at his words, it made perfect sense. You didn’t just sit in bed with Harper, you had sex then you sat in bed. If you were in her bed, chances were that sometime within the next hour or so, you were going to have some fun, in one form or another. The vampire leaned into his kiss, her eyes instinctively closing as well, her lips pressed tight against his. She felt her pajama fabric press against her skin and heard him fiddling with the buttons of her top, slowly plucking each one open one by one. Good riddance, the sooner she got the ugly piece of clothing off, the sooner it would be out of her mind and hopefully his; those PJs weren’t exactly her pride and joy and Harper preferred that he knew only of her highlights, it didn’t matter what he said. Dougie could say that she looked beautiful in whatever she wore, but it wasn’t going to change her thoughts on how ugly she looked in those red nightclothes. The female squirmed slightly at his rough touch, a smile breaking out of her face; his hands didn’t seem so rough before. She slipped one arm out of her plaid pajama top and brought her hand to his face, gently touching his cheek before letting it wrap around his neck and crawl up the back of his neck to his hair. Oh how she loved Dougie’s hair, in any style, color, or length, it was always amazing.
Wait, did she want to do this? It was kind of ironic, wasn’t it? The sin of lust was second guessing whether or not she wanted to have sex with this hot guy. Yeah, that’s all Dougie was to Harper’s sin, unfortunately, he was just another hot guy willing to have sex with her. Well of course she wanted to, she loved him and he was hers, and they just so happened to be lying in a bed together. But it worried her, there was a point in time where her sin held more power over her, in any situation, and it would be tricky to keep her under control. Was she getting herself into deeper waters? Was she getting herself in over her head? Maybe sex was just what her sin wanted, maybe she was being tricked by the twisted mind of her sin; but maybe not. Harper knew that she loved him and she knew that he loved her, so wouldn’t that make this time different? Perhaps this time wouldn’t fall under the category of lust; perhaps it would fall under the category of love, where her sin had no right to travel. Oh god she hoped it fell under that category. Now was a time where she wanted her sin as far away as possible, out of sight, out of mind, hopefully.
She pushed all of her fears of her rebelling sin away, deciding to deal with lust if she decided to misbehave. The only thing that mattered was Dougie and that was all she was supposed to be focused on at the moment. It felt kind of awkward, one arm being free of the red flannel pajama top and the other curled in his hair, so it only made sense to free the other one. Harper pulled her other arm out of the fabric, leaving the pajama top splayed out around her. Her newly freed hand joined her other, curled around Dougie’s head and wrapped around a mass of hair, untangled, of course. The female’s eyes opened and she broke the intimate kiss to look at his face, to take another moment to look at the one being that she was sure she loved. “I love you,” she whispered softly, not fully intending to let her thoughts slip out in the form of words, but why did it matter? It didn’t, she could tell him those three words over and over again and it wouldn’t change anything. Dougie knew her feelings and she knew his and it made for one great pile of emotions. She loved him and she loved the fact that she could say it, the fact that she could defy her sin and say those three words, and most of all, she loved the fact that he loved her back.
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Post by Dougie Cleaver ™ on Dec 10, 2007 2:37:02 GMT -5
don't want to face his W R A T H [/color][/size] Dougie Judiah Cleaver.[/color][/font] But today and ever more, If fools were meant to fuck you, Then why do fools fall in love?[/color][/center] TAGS: HARPER VALENTINE♥ WORD COUNT: one thousand eight hundred twenty-one SCRIPT: HOLY SHIT! IT JUST KEEPS GOING AND GOING! ATTIRE: [t-shirt] | [belt] | [shorts] [shoes] | [board] STATUS: complete | incomplete ___________________________ TThe irony, a few days ago he had gotten a call from the one and only Marina Huntington. The girl whom had broken his heart and broken it within a matter of seconds. She told him he was comming into town for a while, he just hung up right after she had told him that. He was worried, he didn't wnat to see her, he wouldn't be able to control himself. He would have to stick to Harper like glue and he didn't want to do that, seeing as he knew how Harper would extremely hate that. He didn't want to relive everything he had felt last year; it would be too much for his fragile heart. He was with Harper now, he was happy, he was in love, why couldn't Marina just leave him alone? He didn't love her anymore, in fact, he absolutely hated the girl. She was whore, a filthy whore whom he hated and loathed with all of his being. The good memories those two had shared were wiped away with hatred and regret. He waited for her for almost two years, just to find out that she was sleeping with his best friend. He was beyond hurt and left without a word. However, it seemed to have worked out for the best, seeing as he had found the girl laying beside him; Harper Valentine. It was odd, how he always ended up with blond girls. To be honest, he never realised it until he thought through the people he had fallen for. All of them were blonde, it kind of shocked him. Some people probably called him shallow, when it truly wasn't the case; he just fell for whoever seemed to have captured his heart. Unfortunately, the first girl was one of those blonds who used their looks rather than their brains to get them anywhere. He knew Harper was exceedingly smart, because she was just the type of person who wanted to go somewhere with her life. Dougie respected her for that; she was beautiful and smart, not caring if people called her stupid because she knew she was smart. Dougie felt stupid all of the time, they called him a pot-smoking skater sometimes. It was true, he smoked a bit of pot and he skated like no one's business, but he wasn't stupid; Dougie just didn't know that. He was actually really smart, getting decent marks without even trying. Imagine if he applied himself a bit, or even a little bit more than just a bit. He could be on honour roll and out of there a few years earlier than most people.
Her kisses were always so perfect, they tasted like candy and made him crave more and more. Why did she have those hold over him? Why did he have to fall for the sin of lust? He was such a fool, but he was a fool in love. Keeping his lips locked against hers, his hands cupped her cheeks, her slender arms wrapping around his neck and tangling into his blond hair. He didn’t know why, but women absolutely loved his hair. What so great about it? It wasn’t exactly soft; it was blond with some bangs. It was a lot like other men’s hair, but women loved it so much more; maybe because it looked good on him? One thing was for sure, he had changed it plenty of times, the length, the colour, the style, yet women loved it anyways. Personally, he loved Harper’s hair more than his own; the soft waves flowing well past her lovely shoulders. It shaped her face so it made her look just that more beautiful and her chocolate eyes pop out. He really was a lucky son of a bitch, wasn’t he? Sliding his hands down her completely bare sides, her realised she had taken her shirt off. Quite a slow day he was having. It was funny, though. How his head ache had completely disappeared all because of her healing kisses. They always made him feel better, no matter what shape he was in. Her touch made him forget about all of the horrible things that were going on in his life, except, of course, if that horrible thing was her tugging on his heart. His hands stayed on her soft, bare skin, their lips still locked and battling against one another’s as he felt himself grow more and more excited about finally being able to be with her and not worry about her just using him. She had told him that she loved him; that was big thing for the sin of lust to be telling someone. He considered himself lucky to have someone as beautiful as Harper be with him and love him just as much as he loved her. He knew that she had been with Kellen, which kind of pissed him off. How she go after someone so scum-like? Dougie didn’t hate someone that much unless they were a werewolf that tried to mess with him or just someone in general who tried to mess with him. Kellen hadn’t messed with him, but he always rubbed Dougie the wrong way. He knew about what he had done to Samantha, one of his closer-ish friends, and it disgusted him, to know someone was that selfish. He would never do that to try and win someone’s love; he would tell them that he loved them, like he did with Harper.
Ah yes, he was with Harper at least. He pulled away from their kiss just as he did, a smile swiping across his lips as he looked down at her, ”I love you too.” he replied before leaning down and kissing her neck, lightly nibbling on it once in a while. He wasn’t into sucking her blood, especially if they were on white sheets where she lived with two humans. Instead, he nibbled and licked her veins, still being able to smell and slightly taste the blood that was pumping through them. It was kind of erotic in a way that humans just wouldn’t understand. Pulling away from her neck, he looked back into her eyes, resting their foreheads for a moment so he could study her beautiful features, ”Have I told you how beautiful you are?” he asked and smiled, grabbing one of her hands and kissing her fingers. It was just something her did out of instinct. He didn’t exactly know why he did it, but the reason probably was because the ring finger was the one that the heart pumped the most blood to. Dougie wanted Harper to know that she was beautiful, not ‘hot’ or ‘fine’. She was like a princess, she was classy and beautiful; at least that was how Dougie saw her. Lacing their fingers together, he looked back into her eyes and kissed her softly. He was completely content in the state he was in; just lying here with her, kissing and ready to make love, not have sex. They could just talk and be together for however long they wanted to be, no interruptions. He wasn’t thinking about Marina, not about his mom or his baby sister, only Harper was in his mind. She had taken over his thoughts for a while now and he didn’t exactly know if it was a good thing. Dougie felt over dressed, though, but he didn’t want to take off his shirt himself, that would be kind of weird. She would have to take the first step, but he didn’t know exactly that time was going to come, but he was a patient guy, he would wait as long as she wanted. Hell, he waited two years for Marina and still got nothing out of it. For Harper, he had gotten everything he wanted and more from her. He got pleasure, love and happiness from her, not many people could give him that. His heart kept racing as he kept his lips locked with hers, his breathing getting heavy as he kept his hand laced with hers and the other running across her perfect, soft skin. To be honest, he was getting aroused rather quickly, but he couldn’t just stop or slow down. Not unless Harper wanted to. By the looks of it, she wasn’t slowing down either.
If someone were to walk in right now, he would tear their head off; the moment had always been ruined for the two of them and he didn’t want that to happen again. Dougie felt guilty for most of the ruined moments, but he didn’t care, it got him closer to her. No more interruptions were going to be made today, not if he had anything to say about it; he thought about closing the door, but that would mean getting off of her and walking all the way over to the door. He didn’t want to be interrupted, but he didn’t want to leave her side. Then again, if he just got up for a second, he would be right back in her arms in a few moments; whereas, if someone walked in on them, the moment would be completely ruined and they wouldn’t be able to continue what they were doing. However, would there really be no point to locking the door when her dorm mates had a key to get inside. But wait. If they heard the clicking noise, it would give them enough time to hide Dougie or make it look like nothing was happening. He was thinking too technically, but his time had been made up. Kissing her a few more times, he pulled away from a moment, ”One second.” he stated and got off of her, climbing off the bed and walking over to the door. He realised something, there was one of those weird chain things that you used to have extra lockage. A smile crossed his face as he twisted the weird knob, hearing the click that told him that the door was locked. Next, he took the chain and slid it through the slot before turning around. A smile was still plastered over on his face as he walked over to the bed and climbed on top of her, instead of flopping beside her, ”Now, where were we?’ he asked and grinned, leaning in to kiss those perfect lips of hers. No way was this real, it had to be a dream. Harper Valentine was not the type of girl to be tied down, and if she was, she must really love the guy to be tied down by him. Dougie was just that guy. But he wondered, was she really ‘tied down’? Or was he just there and she just happened to love him? He didn’t know, but he wasn’t going to think about it anymore. He was just going to bask in the glory of the moment and kiss her and love her until the moment ended.
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Post by harper valentine . on Dec 15, 2007 23:40:40 GMT -5
STATUS;; complete | incomplete WORD COUNT;; 1,679 words. CHAT;; so flipping sorry it took forever. idk what’s wrong with me. _____________
little miss lust. harper grace valentine "it's times like these you learn to live again it's times like these you give and give again"
Harper didn’t do so well in formal relationships, period. She tended to stay strong for the first week or so, sometimes it was only a couple of days, and then she would get sick of being attached to the guy and she’d go off and do her own thing, which then led to the breaking up of the couple. Aw, boo hoo, go cry to mommy. Break ups didn’t really seem to faze her, they just happened and they were over and done with, nothing you could do about them. In some cases, she saw it as a reward; you made it through a relationship for this amount of time, now you are free to do whatever the hell you want. When she had broken up with Dougie, it was different and she knew it too. There was a connection present that she hadn’t felt before with any other person; this new and unknown emotion wasn’t taken lightly and her sin reacted by chopping it up into millions of tiny pieces, forcing her away from the more than friends relationship the two had. It turned into a simple ‘friends with benefits’ relationship, which seemed to satisfy her sin more than the chopped bits of this strange thing called love. Maybe they would become a couple again, but that would mean that they would have to break up again, and Harper didn’t want a repeat of the last one and the few days following it. Or wait, how about maybe she should just stop thinking about the god damn future and focus on the present? Yeah, that thought sounded the best.
His reply to her words brought a smile to her face; it seemed like every time she heard him speak, much less say those three special words, she was that much happier, like she could smile for the rest of her life just because she knew he loved her. She bit her lip when his lips connected with her neck, part of her anticipated a sharp pain soon, but she knew that Dougie would take their setting into account, he wouldn’t want her dorm mates to think that she had been brutally murdered when they found blood soaked sheets on her bed. The warmth of his tongue on her skin sent a wave of heat through her body, followed by a chill down her spine; like fire and ice. As soon as he pulled away from her neck, she wanted him back, but before she could say something, more words fell out of his lips. They were so simple, yet they meant so much to her, he thought that she was beautiful, yes, beautiful. Word choice meant the world in this case, had he chosen to use another word, the effect wouldn’t nearly be as great. It had to mean something for him to say that when she looked like this; her hair frazzled and not brushed, but then again, she didn’t have a shirt on and what guy wouldn’t say that was a ‘beautiful’ sight. Something told her that just because she was shirtless wasn’t the reason why Dougie had made the compliment, or maybe she was just fooling herself. No, he loved her; he had said it again so he surely and truly meant it. Love wasn’t about physical beauty, it was about inner beauty; sure, it sounded cheesy as hell, but it was what love was.
A shower of kisses rained down on her and each one was a bit sweeter than the last, why hadn’t she told him before? Things weren’t ever like this between them before, the freedom and comfort of it all was stunning, it was as if they were made to please each other. What seemed like all of a sudden, his weight on the bed shifted and then ceased to exist, where was he going? Was he leaving her? Why was he leaving? When would he come back? His words seemed to be delayed in her ears and when she heard them, her initial frantic thoughts melted away, he would be just one second, he would be right back. Silently, she closed her eyes and counted to one. He wasn’t back. That lying bastard, she thought with a small smile on her lips. A clicking noise came from the general direction of the door and the female’s chocolate eyes opened, just in time to spot Dougie sliding the chain lock in place, looked like he didn’t want to be interrupted.
Hah, the door was open? Wow, she must be really out of it today, not even focused enough on her surroundings to notice the door was ajar. Oh what an interesting situation it would have been if someone had walked in on them; it would not have been anything new, considering it seemed to happen all of the time when they were together, but for whatever reason, Harper found it amusing. Maybe it was the look of surprise at walking in on someone, but not being surprised at who it was. Maybe it was the vibe Dougie gave off whenever he made eye contact with the intruder, kind of like he wanted to kill them but wouldn’t just because it was pointless now – the moment had already been ruined so why bother killing someone? I guess Harper’s delight in the thought of Dougie beating the crap out of someone was a tad bit sadistic and if not that, then what about her amusement in Dougie’s discomfort and anger (it would fall under the category of pain) at the intruder, wouldn’t that be sadism? Well, there wasn’t any thing really wrong with this, or at least not in her opinion, because everyone took pleasure in someone else’s pain, physical or emotional, at some point in time… right? She didn’t think of herself as one of those people that would set up a torture chamber to inflict pain upon her enemies, no, that was just weird and kind of gross. So I guess you could say that Harper Valentine suffers from a small case of sadism, nothing more than the average vampire has. It seemed as though everyone, had their sadistic moments, even people as common as humans. What about that girl that you just hate her guts, wouldn’t it be nice to see her go through something that caused her pain in some way, shape or form? All vampires seemed to be sadists, by nature at least; they drank the blood of others and instinct told them that they liked it, the pain of another being gave a vampire life, so therefore, it made perfect sense to say that all vampires are sadists.
Dougie was on the bed again, thank god, it took him long enough. Instead of reassuming his position next to her, she found herself looking up at his face and she couldn’t help but let a small smile tug the corners of her lips upward, his words didn’t make her smile go away either. He leaned in to begin where they had left off, but Harper wasn’t giving in that easily, he had just about sent her into a mini panic attack and had left her there for a long (well it seemed like it was long) moment alone in bed. A finger shot up in front of his lips as he leaned in for a kiss, “Hm, I’m not quite sure I remember,” she said, her finger barring his lips from hers. “You said one second; you were gone for twenty-six, but who’s counting. You lied, Mr. Cleaver, and I’m not too fond of liars.” Her words exited her lips in a tone a parent or teacher would use when talking to their child or their student. The female’s face remained serious with that playful ‘you’ve been bad’ look present beneath the condescending tone. He took too long to go shut the door, it didn’t even have to be shut, she didn’t really care who saw them, it wasn’t like anyone would come in and sit down and watch the show, there weren’t any people that perverted in the school (at least Harper hoped that there weren’t). And if anyone had walked by, chances were that they would be too busy focusing on going wherever it was that they were going to notice the couple on the bed in the open dorm room.
She noticed how Dougie was still fully clothed in contrast to her being only half clothed. She was going to have to do something about that soon. Funny thing how she was always the one who ended up losing the first article of clothing. Why was that? What did that say about her? What did that say about him? Well it could be taken several different ways. The only positive thing that it said about Harper was that apparently she was that hot pretty. The negative? Well it could show how ‘loose’ she was, which wasn’t a trait that most people wished to possess. As for Dougie, the positive was that apparently he thought that she was they pretty, that he loved every bit of her. And the negative? Well, it didn’t really fit with Dougie’s personality, but if it were any other guy, the negative was obvious enough; he wanted her for the sex. Maybe it was just the way things worked, Harper just was always the one who shed the first piece of clothing, kind of like how people always said ‘black and white’ not ‘white and black,’ black just came before white, just because that was the way things were. Maybe that was just the way things worked with her, it was probably just as simple as that, no need to get all complicated, no need to take things any further than necessary. And if you did take things further? Then maybe you would find answers that weren’t really there or answers that one wouldn’t really want to see or know; so overall, it was most definitely the best and safest route to stick to ‘it’s just the way things are’ theory.
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Post by Dougie Cleaver ™ on Dec 16, 2007 1:56:14 GMT -5
don't want to face his W R A T H [/color][/size] Dougie Judiah Cleaver.[/color][/font] But today and ever more, If fools were meant to fuck you, Then why do fools fall in love?[/color][/center] TAGS: HARPER VALENTINE♥ WORD COUNT: TWO THOUSAND NINE!!!! [/u] SCRIPT:AHH! OH MY GOD! MUSE SPILLING OUT OF MY EARS! ATTIRE:[t-shirt] | [belt] | [shorts][shoes] | [board]STATUS:complete | incomplete ___________________________[/size][/center] How did Harper's heart find his? He would probably never know, it wasn't like he was a perfect guy that every girl swooned over. That was left up for the jocks, not a rebel. Although, he had always found that girls fancied him, wnating to be iwth him and flirting with him constantly. Dougie loved it and hated it at the same time. He loved it because he was an attention whore, he loved being noticed and he loved meeting new people. It was just the way Dougie was, not changing there since he was two years old. He also hated it, sometimes it was just too much. He just wanted to tell them all to just bugger off and go find someone else who would actually be interested. Dougie knew he was good looking, not amazingly good looking, but decently good looking. He felt lucky to have such a beautiful girl, like Harper, in his arms right now. His mom had always told him he was a charming young boy that would get loads of girls when he grew up to be a man. Dougie never belived it, throughout elementary and middle school, he was bullied and called the short kid. Not many girls went for him. However, one summer, he spurted up to an intimidating height of six foot five and had worked out at the gym. The year that he had started highschool, girls swarmed him and asked him his name, as if no one knew who the fuck he was. When he told them his name, they all seemed shocked, so he figured they were only after him for the way he looked. There for, as a result, he never payed attention to them, he didn't like those pretty girls who went after him for looks. However, whe nhe met harper, he knew she was interested in him becaise of his looks, he knew it, but he still went for it. In the end, he was on top of her, showering her with kisses and saying those three little words to one another. He could tell she meant it, just the way her voice sounds and the look that was in her beautiful brown eyes. How he had ever ended up with a girl like Harper, he would probably never know. To be honest, if he were himself from the past and someone told him that he was going to be in love with Harper, he was have denied it completely. He could never see himself with someone like her, beautiful and wanted by guys all over the shcool. Yet, she had chose him and had fallen in love with him. He was pretty much the luckiest son of a bitch on campus, right now. He knew that a whole lot of men wanted her and he was glad that she had chosen him over all of the other jerks and airheads out there. She had chosen someone who would treat her right, he would treat her right. One other thing crossed his mind, were they ever going to exclusive? Or was she just going to use him again. He hoped she wouldn't, he loved her too much too only have half of her, like he had said in the kitchen. Having only half of her wasn't enough for him to function properly; he loved, her he needed her, he couldn't breathe without her. Okay, maybe going into a bit too much depth right now, but that was how it felt for this poor boys heart. He knew that she had probably slept with tons of other guys and all of them had probably been left craving more, but Dougie hoped she wouldn't go back to satisfy them. He couldn't bare the thought of another man putting their hands on her bare skin and pleasing her. He wanted to be the only man to do that, he wanted to be the only man to kiss her, touch her and please her. He would kill the otehr man who had given her something remotley close to any of those things. Obviously, half of the blame would go on Harper, but he could never hurt her, emotionally or physically. However, he hoped she knew what he had giving up for her. He was giving up his heart, his heart that had been duct taped together by himself so he could just live a normal life. If she dropped it or even held it the wrong way, it would break beyond repair and he wouldn't be able to laugh, smile or just be himself anymore. She was holding his heart in her delicate hands. But as delicate as those hands were, they were still able to do very harmful things. If she told him she didn't love him anymore, that would be the end of it all. He didn't want to lose this warmth, this safety, this comfort, this love to anything or anyone. He didn't know if he held her heart or not, but if he was, he was going to gentle and not do anything to hurt it in anyway. He found Harper to fragile to have anything happen to her heart. He knew, that if her heart died, her sin would take over and all hell would break loose amoung her life as well as his and her family's. He was pretty sure that Harper didn't want to hurt her family, so he was going to take care of her heart with everything he had and keep it safe. His father had always told him that he had to respect women and treat them as equals. He figured that if her hurt Harper or did something rude to her, he was disrespecting her, which would go against everything he believed in. His father's teachings meant a whole lot to him, so he took them into aspect of everything he did. If he did something against his teachings, he always got frustrated and angry at himself, feeling guilty. He hadn't exactly taken his time getting the door locked and closed, he wanted to get back to her as quickley as possible, but he didn't want to completely rush and look desperate. He figured that would be a bit of a turn-off for Harper if he had done something like that. So, he took a medium time, locking the door and putting the extra thingy on so noe one would interupt them. That wasn't such a bad thing, was it? On his way back to the bed, he casually walked back and crawled ont top of her, trying to look calmas he did so. However, inside was a different. His heart was racing with excitment and love for her, he wanted to show her how much he truely did, seeing as how words couldn't exactly explain how he felt for her. He would have to show it through kisses and touch, hopefully she would get the message. He was going to give her one of those loving kisses, when he felt her finger there instead of her intoxicating lips. She was toying with him, sly little vixen she was. A smile showd on his face as she revealed that she was counting the seconds that she wasn't in his arms, "I was only taking my time because I knew that my absence would make me long for you more." he explained and grinned, "It worked." he stated and grinned, "Should I help you remember?" he asked and leaned down once more, grabbing her hand and pulling it away just enough for him to press his lips against hers once more. He didn't know if she were going to reject him a second time, but if she did, he would be surely disappointed. She couldn't leave him lingering for too long, because that was when the actual damage to his heart actually started. He would feel his lungs starting to clench, it would get hard to breathe, his heart would start to pump harder and harder. He needed to touch her soft skin, kiss her loving lips and feel her hands on him, it was just someting he needed. Ever since he had met Harper, he had been needing her in some shape or form. Her eyes had looked into his soul plenty fo times, yet he could never really look into hers and see what she was thinking. It was usually clouded over by the sin of Lust that had been hosting off of her body since she was a young girl. However, apparently it hadn't come out until a couple years ago, or so her brother and his ex friend had told him. He never really found out what had happened between him and Matt; he had told Dougie that it was because he was using him to get to Matt's sister, Harper. That was completely untrue, of course. He had no idea where Matt had gotten that idea from, Dougie would never do something like that to a clsoe friend. Even if he did like the guys sister, that would just be a bonus to the friendship. He didn't know exactly why, but drama had formed all around him in the past three years. Before his father had passed away, he was a happy kid with no problems in sight. He had tons of friends and always did well in school; he was never bullied until near the end of elementary school and the beginning of highschool. Middle school was just hell for him; after the overdoes, people were scared to say anything to him, let alone bad things. They were scared he was going to randomly go into the middle of the hallways, slit his wrists and just lay there dying in front of everyone. Dougie wasn't that pathetic. He wasn't that sick minded. He loved his life now, it was great, but the addiction, the hold that heroin had on him was very strong and it would take him a while for him to ease himself off of it. He never really thought about Quitting because there was nothing really to quit for. Now he had someone t oquit for, a reason to quit, Harper. One problem, she didn't even know he was a drug addict. So how was she supposed to edge him on, tell him to quit and kiss all of his problems away? He kept pressing his lips against hers, waiting for her to make her move on him; so far it had been him making all of the moves and he wanted it to be her turn. Her lips were so sweet, he could kiss them for as long as he could breathe. If he didn't have to breathe in oxygen, he would kiss her forever. He pulled away and grinned softly, "Now do you remember?" he asked with a coy smile on his strong face. His deep blue eyes looked into her chocolate ones as he propped himself up with his hands. If he didn't need to prevent himself for squishing her, he would be touching her soft skin, making goosbumps form on it. He wanted her to beg for him, but he always wanted what she was to give him. He knew that the two would be begging for one anotehr in the end, it was just the way these two worked. Of course, it was in a 'take turn' cycle type thing. Dougie begged for Harper and then Harper begged for Dougie; it just made the pleasure all the more desirable. Dougie knew that she loved teasing him and he loved teasing her, so sometimes it dragged on too long. However, it always ended up in as a good result. Her eyes always got to him, always made him want her, need her. She pulled away often and he just followed her like a lost puppy when she did so. Then again, she did the exact same thing to him when he pulled away from her. It was tug-of-war of love and lust; pleasure and desire.
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Post by harper valentine . on Dec 16, 2007 23:50:37 GMT -5
STATUS;; complete | incomplete WORD COUNT;; 2,283 words. CHAT;; all done! and it's way longer than i wanted it to be! ahh, this is like my longest post that i can remember! -dances- _____________
little miss lust. harper grace valentine "it's times like these you learn to love again it's times like these time and time again"
'Dougie and Harper, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g, first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage.' Everyone knew the little song that had been tossed around the elementary school years; it was thought of as a taunt or a tease, whenever you saw a boy and a girl talking or just playing, there was always someone that would start singing, inserting the male and the female's names into the spots indicated. What most kids didn't know was that the song was setting up an ideal outline of his or her life. First, you fall in love. Secondly, you get married. And once you get married, then you have a baby, which could also easily translate to 'then you can have sex.' It makes sense that younger kids wouldn't catch the double meaning of the song, mostly because they didn't know what sex was or where babies exactly came from; either that or they knew, but they didn't know every aspect of it. In other words, it was teaching kids not to have sex before marriage, to be good little boys and girls and be abstinent. Harper wouldn't be the best of role models if you were one that wanted to be a good boy or girl and wait until after marriage.
As you moved up through the grades, you might even get a talk solely on abstinence and within that talk; there would no doubt be threats of what could possibly happen if you had sex before marriage. You could contract any number of sexually transmitted diseases and then you could die because of it. In Harper's opinion, all it was were lies. Okay, well not exactly lies, there were such things as STDs and people did die because of them, but after all of these years, Harper hadn't encountered a single disease or an STD-ridden person. Maybe she was just lucky. Also, they all said that you could get stuck with a child that has no father, and then you'll be poor and miserable for the rest of your life. None of these threats ever stopped Harper from doing what she was good at because they hadn’t ever affected her and she assumed if she wasn’t affected by now, then why would she ever be affected? Maybe it was just a perk of her sin, no sexually transmitted diseases and no babies, immune to the two pests. Sounded good to her.
’First comes love’. Well, Harper was there already, she knew what it felt like now, thanks to Dougie. She loved love, despite how complicated she made it, but you couldn’t really blame her, she was battling against herself, her heart or her sin that gained power the closer she got to someone of the opposite sex. Most people wouldn’t have been able to handle what she went through and was still fully capable of going through, but her character, her personality, her stubbornness, and her love for the sin of wrath was so great that she was able to push through it without going insane. Well, she did go slightly insane that one time, but it was best to think about the better times, the highlights of the journey that got her where she was today. The only thing that seemed to matter was that she knew she loved him and he knew that she loved him, even if she said something incredibly stupid or far worse, did something incredibly stupid that only the sin of lust would do. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, this was the part where Harper stepped off of the bus, love was as far as she had gotten and it was as far as she was planning to get, ever.
’Then comes marriage’. Ah! Harper didn’t want to think about marriage, it was something that she was programmed to be disgusted by, to fear, in a sense. But then again, so was love and look what she had gone and done? Commitment was something that she didn’t like, it made her feel confined to one thing only, tied down to one person when there were so many others out there just waiting for their seven minutes of heaven. Marriage was the ultimate commitment, it was basically devoting the rest of your life to a single person, and you’re stuck with them for the rest of eternity, just dandy, eh? Psh, not! It seemed like complete and utter hell. There wouldn’t be any more fun left in the world, you would be stuck at the house, cleaning or going to work every day to make a living for your family. Oh, and the sex? Hah, talk about boring! Not that Harper would know from personal experience, seeing as she never was married or engaged or anything even close to it before, but from what she heard from some older friends, post marital sex sucked ass. The only thing that interested her in the whole marriage aspect was the honeymoon, it sounded like so much fun. It’s like a super expensive vacation of non-stop sex. Sounded like a blast to her. But once the honeymoon was over? None of it interested her. So it might seem like Harper would be one of those girls that would go get married in a hurry, go have a fucking good time on the honeymoon, then divorce the guy, but that wasn’t like her, that was what some cheap ass gold digger would do, and Harper was proud to say that she was no gold digger.
’Then comes the baby in the baby carriage’. Hah, Harper, a mother? You’ve got to be kidding me. She is one of those people that have never liked kids, even when she was supposed to be going through the stage where all girls wanted to be a mother, playing house, playing with baby dolls and carrying them around the house with a bottle in hand. There were even those especially repulsive baby dolls that would cry for you to feed them by sticking a bottle filled with water in their mouth. Then what would happen? Yeah, that’s right, what comes in, must come out, the plastic pieces of shit would start leaking water, or in other words, the doll needed a diaper change. Now what Harper didn’t understand was why on earth anyone would want to do that with real live beings, it was just a waste of time, and she got headaches whenever kids were around, they were too loud and obnoxious. People always said that kids were the best thing that ever happened to them, but how could little midgets be better than sex spending close, quality time with some of your best friends? Kids were annoying, people didn’t usually possess things that were annoying to them because then their life would be a living hell, so in other words, why on earth would Harper want to have kids? She didn’t want them, she wouldn’t want them, and she never did want them. Kids were a nuisance, end of story.
She hated it when she was alone, it made her think about her problems, it made her think about Dougie, which, up until recent events, hadn’t really been a good thing. But when he left her to go shut the door, she was alone and waiting, waiting for him to return to her, waiting for him to kiss her. Patience wasn’t one of her strong points. Oh well, he was back and that was what mattered - she wasn’t alone any longer and that was what mattered. “Oh you’re so full of yourself,” she replied, even though she knew that he knew that she knew it was entirely true… or something like that. Either way, it made her smile; it was funny how well Dougie knew her, it wasn’t really the whole ‘I know all of your favorite –insert item here-‘ type knowing, it was more of a ‘I know what you’re really thinking when you look (or say something) like this.’ She felt her hand being pushed away from his lips and soon, his lips were against her own. She kissed him back without hesitation, there was no point in denying him again, even if it was in a playful manner; there was a point in time where teasing just got annoying. Harper’s slender arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, her fingers intertwining together to complete the circle around his neck. She knew that you had to give a little as a little… reward every once in a while or else it just got too tiring. I guess you could say that she was the queen of tease; it was just too much fun not to. But of course, she had a little less patience than most people did, she could tease like no other, but she wasn’t too fond of being teased herself and in most cases she didn’t react too well to it. Key phrase: in most cases. One of the exceptions was when she was with Dougie, it was just Dougie; it was as though he could do no wrong, and on top of it all, Harper couldn’t get mad at him. Sure, she could get so fucking frustrated with him at times, quite frequently really, but she couldn’t be mad at him. He was just too cute, too lovable, and too Dougie-like.
If you went off of her past and her immediate family, Harper didn't have any set up standard of what love was supposed to be, or how a lover was supposed to act with the one he or she loved. All she had to go off of were the movies, which were just about the farthest things from what really happened. So all Harper had to go off of was what she built for herself, considering she didn’t have any older sisters and Matt was absolutely worthless when it came to advice since he hated the idea of her growing up. Her first ‘love,’ if you could even call it that, was awkward at first, just about as awkward as her first kiss. It was odd, one might think that possessing the sin of lust would take away all of the awkwardness that a very first kiss on the lips would contain, but it didn’t. When she thought back on it, which she rarely did, Harper was thankful for the ‘not quite perfect’ tension that was present in the air, because if it had been smooth and easy, then there wouldn’t have been anything to remember. She was thankful that her sin had let her have that one physical, intimate moment that a normal person would have. Of course, maybe it was her first real kiss that had sent lust into overdrive, it was a little while after Sean and she had shared their first kiss when she was thrown into the first, but most definitely not the most deadly, phase of her emotional transformation. At this point in time, lust had only done good for her, lust was a blessing; she and Sean were still good friends and she felt better about herself, but the negative side effects of her sin hadn’t showed themselves yet, lust hadn’t exposed her true self, she hadn’t exposed the cursed side. She was more outgoing day by day and she developed an aura that drew the male population to her. This new and unexpected attention did nothing but good for her self esteem and she carried herself with more pride and confidence and this only brought in more attention. More people started noticing her and more people wanted to be seen with her, if you were someone who people wanted to be seen with, that had to mean something. Before she knew what had happened, Harper was at the tippity top of the social hierarchy of her grade,
Her hands untangled themselves from each other and slid under the top of his shirt, his skin warm against her fingertips. Her hands laid flat against his back as their kiss began to end. Oh she didn’t want it to end, but oxygen was a necessity of life so ending the kiss was a necessity as well, as much as she hated to admit it. She was rarely ever the one to end a kiss, unless of course it was meant to lead someone on, then she would end them all night long until she had a little puppy following in her trail. “Maybe just a little…” she smirked as he pulled away from her. Harper’s hands slid out from under his shirt and grasped the collar. For just a second, she was tempted to say ‘arms up!’ but she didn’t just because now that she had started, Harper realized how much she wanted his shirt off - his bare chest was always a lovely sight to see. Her fingers gripped the black fabric and pulled it over his head, revealing the much desired stomach of Dougie Cleaver. She simply tossed his shirt over the side of the bed without much thought and her hands shot to his stomach to leech off of the heat that was coming off of him. Her hands were always cold, for whatever reason, it was kind of weird, but she never gave it much thought. Slim fingers danced their way up his chest, trying to soak up as much heat as possible; Harper’s hands reached his neck and she reached up and pulled his head to hers, leaning up to meet his lips halfway in a kiss that she so desperately needed, the seconds that had passed without mouth to mouth contact was too long, his lips were her life line.
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Post by Dougie Cleaver ™ on Dec 22, 2007 21:42:40 GMT -5
don't want to face his W R A T H [/color][/size] Dougie Judiah Cleaver.[/color][/font] But today and ever more, If fools were meant to fuck you, Then why do fools fall in love?[/color][/center] TAGS: HARPER VALENTINE♥ WORD COUNT: TWO THOUSAND THREE HUNDRED TWENTY SIX! [/u] SCRIPT:AHH! OH MY GOD! MUSE SPILLING OUT OF MY EARS! ATTIRE:[t-shirt] | [belt] | [shorts][shoes] | [board]STATUS:complete | incomplete ___________________________[/size][/center] Did he really deserve a girl like Harper? Was she really someone that would want to keep such a messed up little boy? Dougie was scared she wouldn't. He was pretty messed in the head, but only a couple people actually knew that; one of those people being Jude. Yes, Dougie did have a sibbling, a twin sibbling at that. Although, the two probably had the same things running through their heads, the two of them expressed it very differently. Dougie hid his pain through his humor and music; Jude kept himself locked away, as well as write lyrics for him music. But the two were just so different, if they didn't look identical, you would never tell that they were related in any way. The two had different tastes in things, especially women. Not to say that Dougie was shallow, but he liked girls who had a pretty face and were out there; why do you think he was immediatly drawn to Harper? Jude was the type of person to go for the quieter girls who usually had their nose in a book or were playing an insterment in the corner. Although they had their differenced, Dougie and Jude usually got along, helping each other through things and talking to one another about their problems. They also told each other things that they would never tell anyone else, knowing that they would keep each others secrets. It was odd, too; people thought that they wouldn't exactly get along and such, considering their opposite personalities. However, due to these differences, their relationship only grew into something stronger. These two are almost inseperable and they absolutely love hanging out with one another. However, their relationship isn't always sweet, of course they have their major differences, getting into arguements and such. In fact, it was Jude who told Dougie to leave Marina when they first started dating. He warned Dougie that she was good for nothing and that was what caused a huge dispute between the two. This continued for the whole two years that Dougie had been dating Marina and, when he had finally caught her in the act, he ran back to Jude, telling him he was sorry and that he was right. Dougie was willing to push his pride away for a moment so he could patch things up with his twin. So now, the two are even closer than ever, telling each other what is going on in their lives and, oddly enough, Jude partially approves of Harper, except for her reputation. Jude has done nothing but warned Dougie, he hasn't tried to prevent him from being with Harper like he did with Marina. Besides, Jude thinks Harper's a cool girl and Dougie is really happy he approves of her, even if it's only a little bit. He just hoped that Jude wasn't hiding anythign form him and actually didn't approve of Dougie. The blond haired twin of the two would be rather upset if Jude didn't approve of this one either. Although he didn't blame his brother for not approving, he would want him to give her a chance.
Dougie never really thought about having kids, he figured he would eventually have some when he was older, but right now, when partying was just way too much fun? No thanks. Taking this into mind, he realised that he never really used a condom when he had sex; a bold move for someone so young. But he had never had an STD and he had never gotten anyone pregnant, as far as he knew, anyway. If he suddenly had some woman come up to him and state that he was the father of her child, he would surely not be able to handle it. But, he would probably step up and take charge of what he had to do and be responsible with the child. Besides, if it was his flesh and blood, he would want to take care of it. That's when someone else popped into his head; Harper and Dougie liked to have sex, alot, what if one day she turned up pregnant? What would he do? He knew that she didn't like kids and might want to get an abortion. To be honest, Dougie didn't exactly agree with that tactic, so he would probably go against it. He would want her to keep it, have it and then put it up for adoption, unless the two of them grew close to it and fell in love with it, they would probably keep it. Dougie knew his mom would take it in and raise it well until the two got out of school and started to live their lives on their own. But there another thing to take into account, would teh two of them stay together? What if they broke up and there was baby involved? They would have to share and try to get custody of it. Dougie didn't want to have to deal with that at such a young age. His mom had to do that, except without the custody battle, but she raised him and his twin brother when she was young, try nineteen. So, he knew that if he got Harper pregnant, his mom was not going to pleased about this whole thing. Although, she would gladly take it in if he needed, she would be able to relate to him and such. Even though he really didn't want to put any of that sort of pressure on his mom, especially if his son or daughter was involved. However, if Harper ever did pregnant, he wanted her to know that he would always be there for her and he wouldn't be one of the dead-beat dads that just got up and left once they find out that they would have to be responsible for someone otehr than themselves. He would always be there for her, even if they did break up and went their seperate ways, he would always be there for her, helping her and watching the child whenever she needed him to. He knew that most men wouldn't do that, they would probably just pay for child support and that's pretty much it. Dougie, on the other hand, wanted to stay respectful to women and if they needed help, he woudl give it to them and treat them like they deserved to be treated.
Her first comment brought a smirk to his lips, she was a tease that Harper Valentine, but he loved her none the less. The way her long, blond hair fell over her slender shoulders, the way her eyes looked into his and made butterflies erupt in his stomach and the way her smile seemed to brighten up the room. She was pretty much perfect in every way, "How am I full of myself?" he asked her, giving her a playful smile. He felt so lucky to have her in his life, to have her be able to kiss him and love him without hesitation. He kept himself propped up as he kissed her once more, feeling her slender arms lock around his neck for a moment. He wanted to touch her and run his hands through her perfect hair, but she needed him to not squish her, so there was a little bit of a delema. He kept his lips locked against hers, feeling her veins pulse underneath that small layer of skin. Her lips were so soft, so sweet, so intoxicating. He tilted his head to the side and traced the tip of his tongue along her bottom lip, wanting access into her mouth and being able to get a better taste of her. She was just completely irresistable in his eyes and probably most other mens eyes. However, he was the lucky bastard who captured her heart and got the privilage to keep it in his hands and take care of it. He knew that, if she gave it to any other man, the ywould probably drop it or rip it to shreds, but not Dougie; he would cherish it and love it. He loved her and he made sure that she knew that before anyone else. He could feel his arousal start to rise, like a thermometer that was stuffed into an oven at four hundred and fifty degrees. He knew that he would need her soon, but he wouldn't go fast, he would savor this moment, seeing as it was such a memorable one. They had just confessed their love for one another, if that wasn't a memerable moment, he didn't know what the hell was. I mean really, there was, your first kiss and your first love. Sure, he had Marina, but he now believed that he never really truely loved her; he figured he was deeply infatuated with her and nothing more. But Harper, he knew he was in love, he still got butterflies when he kissed her and got goosebumps when he touched her soft skin, that enever really lasted with Marina. He knew that she was probably going to be one of those really important peopel taht he would actually take a bullet for. He just loved her so much that there wasn't exactly a word taht could really express how he felt.
Not waiting for consent, he pushed his tongue into her moist mouthm tasting the sweet taste of her. He battled her tongue and bit on her lip a couple of times. He loved pleasing her, even though the pleasure had pain attatched to it sometimes. The pain of getting bitten was pleasurable as well as extremely painful. Dougie loved it and he probably went for just about every other vampire out ther, including Harper. Hearing her next words, he grinned down at her and kissed her lips, softly, "I love you." he breathed before looking into her eyes. He knew that she would probably reply, but the moments that ticked by without their lips against one another; Dougie felt more and more lonely. However, the moment Harper started to pull up his shirt, he knew that things were going to get back on track pretty quickley. He sat up a bit so it was easier for Harper to take off his shirt; but once it was off, she had basically yanked his head back to her's and pressed their lips against one another's once more. God he love this girl so much. He couldn't help but smile through their kiss. He then figured that it was his turn to remove an article of clothing. He pulled away from her lips and them leaned down to kiss her beautiful neck. He could small the blood taht pulsed through her veins and boy did it smell good. He took one hand and used all of his strength to stay on one arm, at least for a couple seconds. He started ot remove her pants, knowing that the two of them were going to make love sooner or later. He grinned as he kissed her lips, hoping she didn't mind the pace he was going at. He knew he liked it, but he did have to take Harper's feelings into mind, seeing as she was the other half of this little event. He loved the way she smelt, tasted and touched him, she was perfect. He wondered why she wasn't an angel, but a vampire. Why was such a beautiful being cursed with one of the deadly sins? She was so peaceful when she slept, liek she was sent from heaven. He pulled away from her neck to looked down, hoping she would give him a little bit of help with taking off her pants. Sure he would be able to take them off, but the position that he was slightly reduced the chances of him getting them off within a matter of seconds; if he did it by himself, it would probably be an akward five minutes. And, considering Dougie hated akward moments, he would much rather it if she helped him. There was one small problem, how the hell was he going to tell her iwthout making the situation akward. He was sure that she probably knew that she had to help him, considering the postion he was in, but what if she didn't? Oh god, it was going to be akward. He just wanted this time to be perfect, he wanted her to feel the most pleasure she ever had and he wanted to be the one who gave it to her.
Anotehr thought popped into his head, had she ever had her heart extremely broken? Did she have an ex whom she loved but betrayed her and that was why she was feeding off of other peoples attention? Or was it just because of her sin? He didn't know, nor did he really care, he was with her right now, and he was happy. He brushed their noses together before kissing her once more, the love and passion coursing through the kiss as he let every emotion show. He didn't mind being naked, physically and emotionally, in front of her, and that was kind of rare for this young man. He was usually very secluted with his feelings, keeping them to himself so he could act like the silly guy he was. Not that Dougie wasn't already a silly guy, but he put on an extra silly act to hide that he was really hurting inside. The fact that he was hard into drugs and he had been fighting for Harper's love for a while had taken a tole on him. He tried being stronger, but it just wasn't working out for him. Every time he tried, he just collapsed back into the drug or just moped in the corner of his dorm, not wanting anyone to disturb him or even talk to him. He was a little emo kid on the inside, except without the citting of the wrists and whining.
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Post by harper valentine . on Dec 24, 2007 0:14:40 GMT -5
STATUS;; complete | incomplete OUTFIT;; “are we there yet?” underwear. WORD COUNT;; 1,614 words. CHAT;; done! hooray for me bringing the word count below 2k! :] _____________
little miss lust.XO harper grace valentine XO"but we are the lovers, if you don't believe me then just look into my eyes, 'cause the heart never lies"
» Reputation (noun): the estimation in which a person or thing is held, especially by the community or the public generally. It shouldn't mean much to a person, after all, it didn't matter what everyone thought of you as long as you were happy as can be, right? Hah, you couldn't be more wrong. There were some people that somehow managed to get through life perfectly happy, without any major conflicts in their life, they ignored other people's thoughts and did what they felt was right and whatever made them happy. Harper however, had things a little differently. Her reputation was what made her known, without it, she probably wouldn't have many of her current friends, but then again, without it, maybe she'd have even more. At times, it seemed as though her sin lived off of her reputation, lust's strength grew with her swelling reputation as a whore. Wasn’t that just a lovely thought? Speaking of sins, what was Dougie’s sin? Well, no duh, it was wrath, but what was it like? Harper could honestly say that she was curious to find out, but then again, she didn’t really want to find out, maybe he would turn into some beast that she wouldn’t even recognize. Maybe he wouldn’t even recognize her. It was an interesting thought and Harper both anticipated and feared the day that wrath would break free in her presence.
» It was most definitely going to be an interesting experience. Harper wasn't too sure how she would react when she saw him in public anymore; would it be as if nothing had happened? She honestly doubted that, but part of her hoped that was the way it would be, just so a crowd of attention wouldn't settle around them. But then again, it was Dougie, and he was just one of those few people that made Harper want to just run up to him and give him a kiss. Okay, so maybe not just a simple peck, something more like a make out session seemed much more suitable, but that would no doubt draw attention to the two. But did that really matter? The rest of the school would surely just take it as one of her regular activities, nothing more, right? It could go either way, which was for sure. She so desperately wished that her reputation meant nothing to her, but if she said that it didn't, she would be lying. It was just who she was, it was her sin that was known to the public, not the real Harper; only those that took the time to understand the complex emotions of her seemed to come to the conclusion that she wasn't the two-faced bitch, or the whore that everyone else thought her as. Sure, she could most definitely be a bitch at times, but so could everyone! Everyone, even the nicest person in the world had their bitchy moments; some just chose not to voice them out loud so no one would ever know of their royal bitch moments.
» If you thought about it, it was a bit strange how easily it now was for the female to say those three little words that had been so difficult to start out with. Why was this? Maybe it was because she now knew that the feeling was returned, that it was mutual, that she would be guaranteed a reply that wouldn’t disappoint her. Or maybe it was because of something else, maybe it was because she was getting a grip on herself – actually, on her sin, rather. "I," she kissed his lips ever so lightly, "love," her lips pressed against his once more, "you," her lips lingered a little longer than before, "too." Harper’s lips connected with Dougie’s once again, but this time, she allowed her tongue to slip inside his mouth. She was tempted to say 'more' instead of too, just because it was true and it was always fun to see how Dougie would react to different situations. Hm, actually, it sounded like a good idea. Harper pulled away from him and whispered, "I love you more," a smile forced it's way across her lips, anticipating what his reaction would be. She had always found lovey dovey nonsense to be extremely repulsive, the flirtatious bickering of ‘I love you,’ then ‘I love you more,’ then the rebuttal, ‘No, I love you more,’ it just went on and on. But now that there was Doug, it seemed like fun, it seemed kind of… was she going to say it? It seemed kind of… cute.
» Her neck reflexively craned skyward when she felt Dougie’s lips on her flesh, she could hear her own slowly rising pulse side by side with Dougie’s own. Her mind began to drift to the lovely thought of blood, the intoxicating smell; the luscious deep red color- within her, the beast began to fight its way to the surface, clawing at her insides. The pain drew her out of her dream-like state and she regained control, thankfully. The last thing that she wanted was her sin to be released because of the smell of blood; not only would it completely and utterly ruin the moment, there would most likely be a pretty big mess that she would have to clean up later. Harper lifted her butt off of the bed to help him remove her pants and kicked her legs (not super kicks) to free her legs of the fabric. The thought crossed her mind, just laying there and making him struggle to take off her pants, be she had obviously decided against it for whatever reason or else her plaid pajama pants would still be covering her long, slender legs. Ah, freedom. Her legs were no longer confined by the ugly fabric and they were free to do whatever they wished, no more plaid chains to restrain them. It seemed as though the only quick and simple way to get a pair of pants or shorts off of someone was if they were standing up, which usually wasn’t the situation, but sometimes it was. Her red plaid flannel pajama bottoms were taken care of, but the red plaid was removed to reveal what? You guessed it, more red plaid. Oh god.
» Haha wow, was she a dork or what? What on earth had she been thinking when she put on the red plaid undergarment? No one ever matched their underwear with their outfit; apparently Harper had been pretty out of it and had thought that it would be an absolutely brilliant idea at the time. If she was given the time, the female would no doubt have a miniature panic attack over the thought of what Dougie would think of her color and design coordinating outfit. She knew what she would think, she would think that she was a complete and utter retard; no one in their right mind matched their underwear with their outfit. Considering the circumstances that she had put on her clothes, it kind of made sense, she had been a total emotional wreck. You know Harper does not like red plaid, so why on earth would she buy a pair of red plaid underwear? Well, I guess you could say that it was different. First off, they weren’t flannel, and that small key fact seemed to make every difference in the world. Secondly, it was from Victoria’s Secret, which was only the best store in the world for everything from everyday clothes right down to its infamous bras and underwear; anything and everything from Victoria’s Secret was amazing, end of story. Victoria’s Secret overruled everything else; nothing else mattered if it was from the store. Lovely, lovely, oh so lovely, Victoria’s Secret.
» Hm, pants time. Her pants were over and done with, totally taken care of, now it’s was Dougie pants time, or shorts time, rather. Harper’s hands slid down his chest to his pant line, her brown eyes taking just a second to observe the obstacle that lay in front of her. Then, having confidence in her sense of touch and memory, the female allowed her lips to connect with Dougie’s once again, her slim finger fussing with the belt, slipping the belt through the buckle before she yanked it a little harder than necessary, which was preceded by an infamous Harper grin, in order to get a little slack to free the pin that held the belt in place. Her lips still connected with Dougie’s, she grasped the buckle end of the belt and slowly pulled it out of each individual belt loop, five loops, fifteen seconds. As with the other articles of clothing, she simply just cast it over the edge of the bed without much thought. Her lips were still locked with his, she was confident in the fact that she could nearly de-short him without watching her every move. Thumb encircled the button on his pants, just to remind herself how it all worked; her finger slipped the button through the slit at an angle and whoosh, no more buttons in the way. She released her grip on his pants and they fell, no need to mess with the zipper then, eh? Silly boys and their overly large shorts. A smile crossed her face as she felt his shorts on her bare legs. Harper broke the kiss and pulled at the brown fabric that she, given the position, need a little bit of help removing. “Dougie…” she said softly, hoping that she wouldn’t have to say more and that he would simply catch on. Harper wasn’t usually one to ask for help, but unless he wanted his shorts ripped, she was going to require some.
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Post by Dougie Cleaver ™ on Jan 6, 2008 1:58:09 GMT -5
`+Dougie Cleaver♠ [/font] don't want to face his WRATH[/font][/color] yeah, we are the lovers. I know you believe me, when you look into my eyes,[/i][/color] BECAUSE THE HEART NEVER LIES[/font][/center][/size] TAG;;
[/b][/font] HARPER VALENTINE ♥ WORD COUNT;;[/b][/font] one thousand eight hundred eight ATTIRE;;[/b][/font] SAME AS BEFORE. SCRIPT;;[/b][/font] WHEWT NEW FORMAT! STATUS;;[/b][/font] COMPLETE | INCOMPLETE[/size] _____________________________________[/blockquote][/blockquote] Now and again Dougie would second guess the way people thought of him; was he really loved by that many people? Did girls actually swoon over him, or was it just his imagination? Was he actually a great bass player or were people just kind because they felt bad for him? Dougie didn't even know anymore, he just wanted his mind to stay on track sometimes, but it seemed that, no matter how hard he tried, he second guessed himself. This was constant, especially when it came down to band practise; he would always get frustrated and try again and again until he found the right tune to go with the rest of the song. Poor boy put so much pressure on himself, as if he was the weak link in the band, when it obviously wasn't true. Well, at least he hoped so. See, there he went, second guessing himself again. He felt terrible when he did that, he felt bad for himself, not anyone else; it wasn't like his second guessing wasn't hurting anyone else, other than himself, right? It could. Like, for instance, if he started second guessing Harper's love for him. What if this was all a sick joke and she was goign to turn on him and laugh in his face? Harper wouldn't do that; but her sin would. That devious sin that lurked between both of them, even though they were different, they held the same effect. Dougie's was extreme rage, killing anything and everythign in his way if he got angry enough; Harper's was just teh fact that it was difficult for her to love. That was probably worse than having blind-rage or any otehr sin for that matter. Not to say that Harper had it the worst, it was bad not to love; but to have the capability to kill someone you love and not feeling a thing? Now that was harsh. Dougie didn't think he would be able to live with himself if he hurt or killed someone he loved when he went into blind rage. He was usually such a big teddybear, not hurting a fly and apologising a million times over if he hurts you or if you get hurt near him, even if it was an accident or not even his fault.
This brought another worry to Dougie's thoughts, how were they going to act tomorrow? Or in public? They hadn't exactly clearified if they were 'together', but something told him that Harper wasn't going to be into that whole sort of thing. She was the type of girl who liked to keep her relationships under wraps, unless it was Dougie and herself. She had told everyone that she was dating him and then broke up with him only a few months after. Nobody had any idea how hurt the sin of wrath was. The only three who had a vauge idea, were Darren, Devon and Damien; they were give-ins though. The four of them had been friends forever, doing just about anything and everything together. They were always there for one another and none of them had ever gotten into a fight with each other. They were the best of friend, no they were brothers. They were beyond family. The four of them were known throughout the school, the band of the century. Yeah. The four of them had worked really heard to get where they are now, practising whenever they could and getting better and better each time. Dougie had asked Harper to come out to one of his shows once, that was how Darren met Christa and Damien met Jesslynn. Yup, he was the 'love doctor'. Except when it came to his own love life. Harper had him running in circles over and over again until he got so dizzy he would have to sit down and throw up. His friends kept telling him to forget about her, seeing as she was just ruining his life and making his it a living hell. However, all of that pain, all of that heartache and suffering, was totally worth it. Look where he was now, in the arms of the girl that had him doing backflips and she had told him taht she loved him. She loved him. Just as he loved her. The two were pretty much happier than a baby with a lollipop right now. Except, the babies were teenagers the lollipop was sex or making love, whichever one occured first. Sort of a sick and twisted way to think of it, but it technically was true.
Harper Valentine; sin of lust and whore of the school. What on earth was Dougie thinking? Well, he really had no room to think, his love and passion for Harper was too strong. Her touch, addicting and gentle; her skin, soft and fair; her lips, sweeter than honeycomb; how she had chosen him over everyone else hse could have chosen, it was beyond him. He was so immature, goofy and ridiculous. She was more reserved, mature and 'normal'. She partied and hung out with the popular crowd or a bigger group, while Dougie hung out with his three friends and sometimes a bigger group of people. They were polar opposites, liking completely different things and acting in completely different ways. Could these two bring a whole new meaning to the saying 'opposites attract?' To be honest, Dougie was posative that they did. Why else would they be so in love with one another but be so different at the same time?
One, two, three, four kisses, each one lingering longer and longer with the words 'I love you, too' in the middle of them. Every single time she pressed her lips against his, he pressed back, letting the moment last for as long as it could. Her lips gave him shivers, goosebumps forming on his bare skin as their lips collided, her tongue sliding into his mouth after the word 'too' was spoken. He did the same, sliding his tongue into her mouth and battling her tongue with his own. Why did she have to taste so good? Why was she so addicitng? He hated it. But oh how he loved it. The love/ hate relationship between her kisses was probably something unnecissary, but he felt it. Before she had told him that she loved him, he had wnated to stop loving her, he wanted to stop thinking about her; but he just couldn't. She had gotten a tight grip on his heart and wasn't letting go anytime soon. The evidance was clear of that when she started teasing him, saying that she loved him more. Well, Dougie couldn't have this. It was obvious that he loved her more; he had showd up at her door step, drunk out of his mind. He had made a fool out himself for her. He chuckled softly and shook his head, their noses brushing against each other as he did so, "That's hard to believe, because it's obvious that I love you more." he explained and smirked. She was such a sly thing; he loved it. He loved her. There he went again, thinking baout how much he loved her. He oculd tell that this was going to get on the guys' nerves. Then again, he hadto deal wit hDarren when he fell in love with Christa, when Damien fell in love with Jesslynn and just recently, when Devon fell in love with Victoria. So it was about damn time that he would be able to go on and on about how he loved Harper. He loved her. He loved her. He loved her. How repetative, but it was true. If only Harper knew just how much his heart beated for her, then he would be the happiest man in the world; and he didn't doubt that she would the happiest girl.
A few tugs and kicks later, her plaid pajama bottoms had fallen off her slender legs and onto the floor. He was pretty sure he was home free, but to his shock and disappointment (as well as extreme amusement), there was yet another obsticle to overcome. Plaid underwear? What was she smoking when she dressed herself last night? Then again, maybe it wasn't something she was smoking; it was probably the fact that he had gone up and left her hanigng in the kitchens, topless and probably distraught by the fact that someone had rejected her. None the less, he didn't let a chuckle leave him lips, just a smile and a slight shake of the head. Although, after a couple of moments of holding the chuckles in, a few slipped, "I'm sorry, love." he apologized and kissed her lips once more. So, instead of lingering on the subject that she was pearing the plaid underwear, why not fix the problem? Slowly tugging at the vampirette's underwear, he slid them down, his lips now collided with hers as he did so. The underwear was much easier to take off than the pajama bottoms; he manually took her legs and pulled them through the holes. He hoped she didn't mind him taking that kind of control, although he doubted she did. He could smell her arousal, her blood mixed with the passion that the two had given off; he was goign to go insane if he did get al ittle taste of her blood. No, he couldn't, he would lose control and not be able to keep himself off her. He could hurt her.
Now that he had gotten the girl underneath him completely naked, it was her tunr to work on his clothing. He still had his shorts and boxers to work on, damn him for wearing the normal amount of clothing; of all days! Oh sarcasm. Where would he be without it? Dougie felt her started to work on his shorts, their lips never parting as the jingles of the buckle of his belt start to come un-done. He could feel the hem of his shorts starting to loosen as she kept working on his belt. Soon enough, the strip of leather was gone and done with; next was the button. She was a whizz; not wasting anytime and quickley having the shorts fall to his knees. He tilted his head to the side, his tongue battling against hers. That is, until she stopped. Why did she stop? She looked into his eyes, only saying his name once. What did she want? He finally realised the difficulty she must be having taking off his shorts. She probably needed some assistance. He looked into her eyes and kissed her lips once more, taking off his shorts the rest of the way, revealign his smiling-face boxers underneath. Just one more peice of clothing and they would be able to give each other to one another. They would be able to please one another and show their love in a whole new way. [/blockquote]
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Post by harper valentine . on Jan 17, 2008 1:44:21 GMT -5
Harper Grace Valentine. l i t t l e . m i s s . l u s t . "dirty baby time you're gonna take some pretty baby l o v e you're gonna make some."
x o x oxo Humans, demons, angels, werewolves, and vampires, when you put them all together like that; there wasn't much that you could truthfully say they had in common. But if you thought for a minute, there was at least one of each species in attendance at Collingwood Secondary. Hah, smart idea, administrators, throw in a bunch of mortal enemies and completely clueless mortals into the same building. The humans probably thought that they had it bad, having to deal with the craziness of high school life, the cliques and the drama. But for the others? For the supernatural creatures? Well they had it the hardest. First off, the vampires. The vampires had to deal with keeping their hunger satisfied nearly twenty-four seven or risk killing one of their classmates, maybe one of their close human friends. Yeah, they had to deal with that and the high school drama. The werewolves had it pretty bad too, maybe just as bad; the full moon. If they didn't get away from the school grounds and into the woods, chances were that there were going to be either a couple of dead students come the morning or by the time the next full moon came around, there would be a couple of newbie wolves roaming around being reckless as all the younger wolves tended to be. As for the angels and the demons, Harper herself wasn't too sure how bad they had it. She assumed that the demons tended to have anger issues; therefore, they would have to be careful when in tense situations. The angels on the other hand, they seemed to fit right in, no problems whatsoever. Wait, no, I take that back. The angels' job was probably to make sure that things didn't blow up, to make sure that the humans didn't get stuck between the wolves and the vampires, that was a bloody enough battle as it was, no need to throw in a couple of morsels for the vampires to munch on and for the wolves to maul. Poor, pathetic little humans.
xo The male's reply to her words was to be expected, Dougie wasn't one to let something slide so easily. Harper started to reply was a usual witty comment of hers, as their noses brushed together cutely. She felt warm inside and a smile crossed her lips, just as she was getting ready to reply, a wave of nausea swept over her. What the fuck was she doing? Her own voice echoed in her thoughts: ‘Nosies, Harper? Are you fucking kidding me?’ Her lips parted and three syllables flew out, "Just shut up," the words slipped out in an angry tone and the female was taken aback by her own words. Okay, well it wasn't really an angry tone, it was more of a frustrated, an impatient tone. It was a tone that said everything without even saying it, it was a 'just stop talking and give me sex' tone, a tone that Harper herself hated hearing and using for a well known reason. Could it be? No, surely not. Harper, as a person, didn't mind it when Dougie talked, even in the current situation, hearing his voice seemed an essential to the scene, just because before now, it had just been sex, sex and more sex, no emotional bonding. But now? Now it was different, everything was different. So if she didn't mind it, then why on earth did she just tell him to shut up? She was afraid to answer that question, but she knew what it was. Fuck it. Couldn't she enjoy a single intimate moment as Harper? Couldn't she enjoy a moment with her new found love as the person who she was, not weighed down by the burden she never asked for? Apparently not. The blonde pushed thoughts and concerns her sin gave her away, no need to freak out, just be you. "I’m sorry..." she apologized, her eye contact dropping; why was she so weak? Just when she thought that she had control over her sin, something like this would happen, a random outburst that seemed completely unpredictable. The blonde stared at the bed sheets, lost in thought for what seemed like forever, but was only a matter of seconds; taking a breath, her gaze returned to Dougie’s and she lightly pressed her lips against his, kissing only his lips.
xo Harper always wanted one thing and lust seemed to want the exact opposite just to spite her, what a kind... thing lust was, eh? Hah! A lot of times, the female found herself confused as to what she wanted; for example, part of her wanted sex while the other wanted someone to hold her and love her. In that case, it was pretty obvious to her which she personally wanted and which her sin wanted. But in other cases, the dividing line was much less distinct. For example, when Harp was confronting someone that she wasn't the best of friends with. She could take one of two paths, make it into a cat fight or simply use words. The situation usually made things a lot fuzzier than they normally were so the female had a hard time telling which way was better, which one she wanted to do as a person, not lust. Harper often times thought about how much easier her life would be if she were just a normal vampire, if she didn't have the weight of her sin holding her back from - or in some cases, throwing her out into - the real world, the world and the life that vampires were supposed to live. The normal life. Okay, so maybe the normal vampiric life, not so normal in the eyes of a human, but anything was more normal than what she had now.
xo She wanted him to shut the hell up, but she wanted him to keep on talking at the same time, someone could twist a couple of words around to make it as though she were a hypocrite, but, given the context of the situation and of the person herself and what she possessed, it wasn't hypocrisy at all, it was mere indecisiveness caused by a struggle within. But, speaking of hypocrisy, Miss Valentine was probably the worst hypocrite that anyone would ever meet. What made it so bad? Well, the simple fact that she realized that she was being hypocritical and did absolutely nothing about it made things a lot worse than they already were. She would call someone a slut and then she'd go off that night doing the exact thing that she had seemingly frowned upon earlier. Actually, Harper preferred to stay away from calling girls sluts, because she knew that it was what her reputation was. There was no doubt that it was a reputation that she would prefer not to have, but it kind of came along as baggage with her sin. Stupid lust, just making her dramatic teenage years filled with even more hormones than usual. Now that was bad.
xo An attempt at keeping in a set of giggles - okay, maybe 'giggle' was a bit too feminine for someone like Dougie, but oh well - wasn't very successful, but it was a tiny bit better than if he had just burst out laughing. That was it, her life would be over in a matter of seconds – he had spotted the plaid underwear of doom. A look of surprise crossed his face and she wasn’t sure whether or not he was surprised at her choice of underwear or if it was the simple fact that she was wearing underwear, maybe it was a bit of both; heck, if she were him, she’d be surprised as hell too. What?! If he had been able to recognize the state that she was in the day and a half before, it would've made complete and utter sense. But of course, when he had come to her doorstep, he was a blubbering drunk so nothing would've mattered even if she explained it to him. No. No thinking about the past, if anything, think about the good memories, not the not-so-great ones. "Okay now seriously, shut up," she said in a more playful tone than before, but she hoped it would be obvious that she didn’t like being laughed at, even if an apology quickly followed. She felt her legs being pulled through the last of the red plaid fabric, off went the underwear. There, Harper Grace Valentine was completely and utterly naked, completely free of the morbid red clothing that never seemed to end.
xo As soon as she caught sight of his smiley face boxers, a smile of her own broke out on her face, could he be any cuter? "And you laugh at me..." A smirk crossed her lips as they connected with his for the umpteenth time, his taste so familiar by now, yet just as addicting as it had been the very first time. That had to mean something, especially coming from someone who grew bored with men as easily as she did, she went through men like underwear - a new one each day. But what about now? She knew for a fact that Dougie wouldn't be too happy with her, whether he would admit it or not, if she went off the next day to find some new suitor for the day, leaving him right where he had been before, but carrying a little extra baggage with a name tag reading 'heartbreak.' Harper wouldn't do that though... right? She had told him that she loved him and she had even felt it too so surely she wouldn't do something so cruel to the man that loved her and that she loved back. No, she promised herself, she wasn’t going to do it. She was going to stay right where she was, with Dougie, maybe not openly, but she wasn’t going to go off and sleep with some of the slime balls that had become… regulars, so to speak. Ah, a slogan! No Dougie, no sex. Hmph, sounded kind of harsh, but it might work. Just maybe. If anything, Harper was ready to give it a shot, everything and everyone deserved a chance.
xo Lust, lust, what about lust?! You might wonder why Harper had only had a miniature panic attack before getting over the fact that yes indeed her sin was present. Think about it; if a normal person went off and had sex with someone, chances are, lust was present. Why? Because that was just the way things worked, even if said person was having sex with their spouse, someone they loves so dearly, lust would still be present. Lust: noun - intense sexual desire or appetite. It was in its definition, lust was the sexual desire or appetite that any normal teen possessed at least one point in time. Unfortunately for her, she was just like any other teen, plus the added bonus of her sin. Lucky girl Harper was, right? Hah. So basically, lust would be popping in and out of the scene from here on out or at least that was what it seemed like would happen, you never knew, such things could be as unpredictable as a flash flood. One would only know when the time came.
xo Anyways, enough of the ranting and on to the tale of the unlikely lovers. His shorts were no longer in the picture and now the only thing left were his boxers, his yellow happy face boxers. Miss Valentine peeled her eyes away from the cheery fabric and leaned into him for another passionate kiss, her tongue pushing its way through his lips upon first contact. A shiver traveled though her when she tasted him again; all of those midnight hook-ups combined wouldn’t ever amount to this, it was as though she hadn’t truly experienced Dougie, kissed Dougie, touched Dougie since they were together oh so long ago. Her delicate fingers traced down both sides of his shirtless torso, both thumbs stealthily sneaking under the waistband of his boxers; his skin was warm to her touch so she was quite content with her current position. Cocking her head to the side, she spoke in a matter-of-factly tone, "You know what?" she paused for effect and a reply before continuing, "I love you!" Her voice grew higher at the end of the statement and her chocolate eyes grew wide and she aimlessly parted her lips to let her right canine tooth slip over her lower lip, an innocent smile took place on her lips. Harper wiggled her thumbs thoughtlessly under the waistband, the movement causing the fabric to move down only a small amount of space; her face remaining unchanged as she looked up at him as though she were a clueless girl, totally unaware of her complete lack of clothes and the near-naked boy hovering above her.
xo Wait a second; hadn’t they already gone through this before? Not the ‘I have no idea what’s happening’ guise, but the ‘I love you,’ wouldn’t she get the same answer back again and then the cycle would start over again and repeat. Guh, sounded like a drag. Oh well, it would be a fun drag if a drag at all. It had indeed happened just minutes before, and it was precisely why she was doing it – to be annoying in an innocent enough way where he couldn’t get mad at her, at least he wouldn’t be able to show it. If she were Dougie, she would probably throttle and kill herself; Harper wasn’t the most patient person in the world and it was a miracle that she got anywhere with all of her teasing, but apparently, most of the men of the world were just patient enough to get the big prize. I mean, it wasn’t like she was talking away with the glance-over-the-shoulder the entire time; she gave a lot, almost everything, and then pulled back slightly. No man could resist when the finish line was so close, and that was just the way she liked it, she was the teaser, not the teased. Okay, so as said before, her patience seemed to last a little longer in this case – it was Dougie for Christ’s sake! Hah, did she just say that? ‘For Christ’s sake?’ It was Dougie; he was the exception, the end.
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STATUS complete | incomplete WORD COUNT 2,392 words. CHAT hah, guess what? IT’S FINALLY DONE! :] hooray! harper makes me laugh. xD omg! so didn't mean to make it this long! oh well, it took me long enough so you get a longer post. n.n [/blockquote]
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Post by Dougie Cleaver ™ on Aug 17, 2008 2:20:41 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] » » Had Dougie of known about Harper when he was younger, he would have never suspected that he would fall for someone like her. Dougie was always a respectable young man who only went for women with class and respect for themselves. Well, I guess you could say that he did go for someone with class and he did go for someone who slightly respected themselves. But Harper was still different, she was whore, she was prone to cheating on her boyfriends. So why did he think he was different? Fuck. He had gotten himself in deep and there was no way of getting out of it. All of his friends had warned him and he didn’t listen, even though he should have. His friends were always right, all friends to anyone were always right. So why didn’t people listen to them? You knew that your friends were right, but yet you still went for the dumb ass thing that they warned you not to go for. What point were people proving when they went against what their friends wanted for them. Maybe it was just the fact that they thought that they knew what was best for them and that their friends were just stupid and didn’t know what they were taking about. Dougie wasn’t exactly thinking that when he was going after her. He knew that his friends were right; he knew that he was going to get hurt if he officially ‘dated’ her. Yet, she was everything he wanted and he would have rather had her then lost her than to have never had her at all. Sure, he was an idiot, but he was an idiot in love. Holy shit that sounds sappy.
» » Not knowing exactly what was to become of him and Harper in the future, Dougie started to suddenly syke himself out. Harper would probably cheat on him, then probably fall in love with some other guy, leaving Dougie alone and heartbroken in the dust. He didn’t want that; he didn’t want any of that. He wanted to be with Harper and only Harper. However, he was scared, that if she did cheat on him, which his wrath would cloud over, his mind and he would do something to hurt, not only Harper, but the person who she cheated with. Dougie had this happen to him before, when Marina had cheated on him with Trevor; luckily the guys had been able to partially keep him restrained so that Marina and Trevor weren’t hurt in the slightest, but everything around Dougie was absolutely obliterated. They had put him in a clearing in the forbidden woods and just let him loose, ready to restrain him if he tried to get away. Besides, he wouldn’t be able to get too far, they had Damien (who was another sin; sin of pride), as well as three other very strong vampires, including his brother. Anyways, they had watched him as he destroyed everything in his path; he had gone into a wild and blind rage, killing and sucking everything dry. Trees had been brought down, dirt had been shoveled up and innocent animals were killed. When Dougie had slowly faded out of his wild, blood-lust state, he hadn’t remembered a thing. He had looked around himself and asked what had happened, seeing that everything was completely destroyed. Once the boys had told him what had happened, Dougie felt a huge amount of guilt wash over him - he wasn’t able to function for weeks. This was the same thing he feared would happen if Harper ever left him or broke his heart.
» » He hated surprises, especially when it came to life decisions. It just made him think about the future and the way that it could turn out. There were several ways that it could turn out, both of them good and bad. If the future was bright, the two would be happy together, having Harper telling everyone that the two of them were a couple. The dim future was something that Dougie didn’t even want to imagine. If it was dim, Harper would have moved one within the next month, finding some pompous ass hole of a vampire for a boyfriend. If there was one thing that Dougie did know, it was that he was the only person in this world who knew how to treat Harper the way that she should be treated; with patience and compassion.
» » If life were the way that Dougie wanted it to be, he would have been with Harper a long time ago. Instead, he had lost her to her sin - over and over. People say that time is the most precious thing in the world and that you shouldn’t waste it for anything or anyone. However, Dougie was willing to take his time with Harper; it was a difficult relationship and he knew that the two would have to work on it every day, but he was willing to waste his time on her - he was willing to give up his time for her. That was actually saying something for Dougie, seeing as he was the one who followed the motto ‘live in the moment’. This was the reason why his girlfriends never really stuck around. They were all too busy or wanted to change him in some way that he just brushed them off. It was a bad thing, sure, but they were wasting his time. This was something he did frequently, until her met Harper; she was always inside of his head. In class, he would think about her until a teacher asked him a question and he would snap out of it. At night, he dreamt about her; about how he would kiss her lips, touche her skin and smell her blood. It was a deep infatuation, until a few weeks ago. He soon realized that Harper had been wasting his time and that he had been falling in love with her. Dougie had several other girls crawling after him, just wanting to get a taste of his lips. None of these girls interested him, just Harper; just the sin of lust was one his mind.
» » Now he didn’t have to waste his time anymore - she had confessed her love for him. When she had said it, he had sworn he felt his heart stop beating for a couple seconds before he finally realized that he wasn’t dreaming. Harper had actually said those words and they were completely sincere and genuine. He loved her, which made it all the more sweet to his ears when she had said it.
» » Now, when he had replied to her statement, he expected her answer to be simple and loving, if not answering at all. However, when she parted those soft, beautiful lips of hers, harsh words covered in an annoyed tone left them. Dougie stopped kissing her and pulled away, looking at her with slight frustration and confusion. The tone in her voice had slightly frightened the poor boy, knowing just what that tone of voice meant to Harper, as well as himself. Dougie kept looking at her, like an anxious puppy, awaiting for the ball to be thrown so he could catch it and bring it back to her. He could tell, by looking into her eyes, that she was battling her sin inside of herself, trying to overcome what had taken over her mind for so long. Suddenly, her eyes were off somewhere else, looking at the bed sheets in embarrassment and guilt. However, the next thing that left her lips relieved Dougie of the fear that he would lose her to her sin again. As she apologized, a soft smile appeared on his face once more, only to feel her lips upon them. His smile instantly disappeared and he pressed his lips against hers in return, feeling the softness.
» » Given the fact that Harper was one of the most beautiful girl’s he had ever met in his life, it was obvious that Dougie was aroused by just the thought of her touching him and loving him. He had felt her skin for what seemed like a thousand times, but he still couldn’t get enough of the silky feeling that it had. He had pressed his lips against it, he had run his finger tips over hit, he had even dug his fangs into it. Her skin was addicting and he wanted to be able to feel it whenever her wanted to. Oddly enough, he wasn’t touching her skin at the moment; he was actually holding himself up so he wouldn’t crush her tiny frame with his large body mass. Not saying he was fat, oh no. Dougie was about six feet tall and five inches added onto that six feet. And if you are thinking that he’s lanky and scrawny because of that large height, you are wrong. Dougie was phit. He had muscle - he was made of muscle. Maybe that was why the girls were so attracted to him? The fact that he was tall and buff was something that most of the opposite sex was attracted to. The blonde hair and blue eyes probably helped a lot as well.
» » The fact that her underwear matched her pajamas still made his crack up a bit. She was so cute in the most sexy way that it almost contradicted itself. He kept looking down at her as another chuckle left his lips. That was when she told him to shut up for the second time; but this time, the tone was different, it was playful and not serious in the slightest. Dougie dipped his head down, going past her lips and aiming for her neck. It wasn’t long until his lips collided with her skin, tasting her sweet skin as he kept pressing his lips against it. He didn’t know how long it would take for her to take off his boxers, but he was growing impatient, wanting to feel her. He wanted their bodies to become one and be able to share the way they felt about each other through actions and not just words.
» » Dougie could tell that Harper had noticed his boxers when he heard a soft giggle then a smart ass statement that followed it. A grin appeared on his face as he prepared to answer it, only to have his lips being connected with hers once more. The kiss was brief, so he was able to say the statement and still have it make sense; ”Yeah, I am laughing at you. Got a problem with it?” he asked before biting his lip and kissing her lips lovingly and passionately, not giving her the chance to answer his rhetorical question.
Waiting. That was what he was doing, basically. He was waiting for her to take off his boxers. He was waiting for her to give him the ‘OK’ that she was ready for him to take her. He was waiting. As he thumbs slid down his torso, he could feel goose bumps form on his skin; that was the power that Harper had over him. When he felt her thumbs find themselves under his waistband, he knew that she was going to finally take them off and he could readjust himself. He could feel his arms losing circulation from being in this ‘hovering’ position for too long. However, she had stopped there and was looking at him with that same innocent look that drove him wild in a good and bad way. He wanted her to take off his pants, dammit! That was when she asked him her own rhetorical question, answering it herself a few seconds after. Dougie’s frustration faded into a smile as he leaned down and kissed her lips once more, replying with ”I love you, too.” as he kissed her.
» » That was it. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed her to take off the last piece of fabric that was keeping him away from her. Pulling away from the kiss, he dug his head into the crook of her neck and closed his eyes, trying not to lose his cool. Biting down on his lower lip, he slightly let out a sigh through his nostrils, ”My arms are getting tired.” he groaned before he lifted his head and brushed their noses together, ”Stop making me wait.” he added and didn’t kiss her. He suddenly got an idea. Until she took off his boxers, he wouldn’t kiss her, not in any way. She would have to take off his boxers for her to get that prize. He knew how addicted she was to his lips, seeing as she kissed them over and over again. This wasn’t just for her lips either, it was also for her neck or any other part of her body that was sensitive to the touch and effect of his intoxicating lips. What a little devil Dougie Cleaver was.
___________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________ I WOULDN'T MIND IF HARPER VALENTINE JOINED THIS THREAD. THIS THREAD IS COMPLETE. THE WORD COUNT IS VERY LONG, I MEAN VERY LONG. TRY TWO THOUSAND ONE HUNDRED FIFTY TWO. HE ISN'T WEARING ANYTHING...LITERALLY. ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS THAT THIS TOOK A FUCKING LONG TIME I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY!
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Post by harper valentine . on Aug 31, 2008 16:53:45 GMT -5
[/b][/color] "there's always that one person that will always have your heart."[/center] [/b][/color] xo xo " Oh quit being such a baby," she scolded as her lips twisted into a small smirk. Their noses brushed against one another, but their lips remained unconnected. Harper pressed her lips to his in attempt to change that, wanting to. No response. Ugh, what an annoying boy. " C'mon, what's wrong this time?" " Oh," she said, realizing what the problem was. " Are you happy, now?" An exaggerated sigh slipped out as she spoke as though it'd all been just for him and she got nothing out of the new arrangement. [/SIZE] _________________________ tag xo dougie cleaver. status xo incomplete. word count xo xx words. outfit xo click. hair and make-up xo click. speak xo this is my 'do whenever i have nothing better to be doing' thread, so it might not be up for a while.[/font] [/ul]
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