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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 30, 2007 4:10:21 GMT -5
Daylin giggled, climbing up the bed so she was beside him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, "Yes, //your// princess," she repeated before climbing off the bed.
She walked over to the drawers that were in the back of her oh-so tiny yacht closet, fishing out a couple pairs of Kyle's boxers left over from many-a-night spent at the yacht. Ooh, and a couple of his t-shirts. As well as a loverly pair of hotpink boyshorts of hers and a matching lacy bra. Yaay Victoria's Secrett!!
Tossing one pair of boxers and a tee over to Kyle, she smiled, "Incase you want something more comfyy," she told him before stripping off her bikini and pulling on her bra &&panties, followed by his other pair of boxers and his tee. Superrrr comfyy.
All the while, drunken Daylin managed to get all this done without eating shit. Snaps for Dee!! Superr!!! As she stumbled back to the bed, she crawled back up to the top again, kneeling as she tugged out her hair tie and let her platinum blonde waves cascade to down past her shoulders. Pulling the rubber band onto her wrist, she hunkered down next to Kyle. |
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Post by Kyle Masters on Jul 30, 2007 4:21:23 GMT -5
Kyle lifted his head briefly to spot his clothes land near him. She had read his mind. If he slept in his boardies, he'd have yuck marks all over his legs from the buttons and whatnot. Not cool.
He breathed a dramatic sigh and slipped off the side of the bed and landed on the ground. He took a few moments before he realised what had happened and pulled himself up, not able to withhold a chuckle. He swapped his boardies with the boxers and swept the t-shirt onto the ground. He'd rather sleep in just boxers.
He crawled back onto the bed, ignoring the dull ache growing in his head. But his focus almost completely changed as DC made a show of changing what she was wearing. Okay, so it was just everyday clothes changing, but it was pretty damn /hot/. And then she put his clothes on. Which was a /huge/ turn on for him.
He propped his head up with his arm and looked at her, cascading blonde waves and his clothes, and grinned with satisfaction, "Did I ever tell you I love it when you wear my clothes?" He stated out of the blue, moving so he was on his stomach again, head turned towards her. |
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 30, 2007 4:31:42 GMT -5
Daylin could care less about being totally naked before her boo because it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before... more like a couple dozen times. x] If anything, he enjoyed it. She's fuhreakkingg hott, so why not flaunt it?
As he returned to his spot beside her, she couldn't help but giggle at his comment. "Good, 'causee I //really// like wearin' 'em." So truee. Kyle's clothes were uber comfyy. "And did I ever tell you I like you best with your shirt on the floor?" she asked with a playful grin, laying down beside him and slipping under the covers.
DC was a low-maintenance girlfriend, all she really asked for was some occasional cuddling. Reasonable, rightt? Superr reasonable!!!
And she'd //really// like their position downstairs, and so he grabbed his arm with both hands, trying to push Kyle onto his back, or at least his side. "Boooo... cuddle with mehh," she whined, looking at him with her pouty face, lower lip jutted out and all.
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Post by Kyle Masters on Jul 30, 2007 4:39:05 GMT -5
He laughed, though it was an exhausted laugh that was more of a grunt, "I recall something like that being said before.." He teased with a grin, using what was left of his energy to pass on a wink.
He groaned as she pulled at his arm, trying to resist it. But he figured it'd take less energy to give in, so in one fluid movement he rolled onto his back and pulled her over to him, eyes still closed and everything, "Now go to sleeep..." He pleaded, letting out a relaxed breathe and tilting his head so it was against hers. It was comfortable, that's all he was really after. |
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 30, 2007 4:45:15 GMT -5
Daylin grinned excitedly as he gave in to her demands, flipping over and pulling her to him. She scooted up close to him, a tanned arm draped over his chest while one of her legs was bent, resting atop one of his comfortably.
Now that she was all cozy, she pulled the sheets up over them more-so before closing her eyes once more.
"Night, baby," she told him, already drifting off to sleep, "I really love you like this..." she mumbled, referring to his human side.
The saddest thing was that Kyle was //such// a great person, but the whole clique system had really corrupted him. But deep down, underneath it all, was the Kyle she loved.
Just like deep down below all the cosmetic surgery and makeup was a Daylin he could maybe learn to love someday, too. |
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Post by Kyle Masters on Jul 30, 2007 4:54:15 GMT -5
he brought his opposite hand up to run it up and down her draped arm in a comforting, almost loving, way. Chyeah, loving would be going too far. That word isn't even in his vocabulary.
He was about to respond to her, but her statement had caught him off guard. His whole body went rigid and his eyes flashed open, brow furrowed in confusion. What did she mean by that? He struggled to think about it, not really getting what she meant. Wasn't he /always/ like this? He wasn't /that/ different, was he?
His muscles still tensed, he closed his eyes to try and forget about it, but the thought still plagued his mind.
His sleep patterns were bad due to incoherent dreams. He couldn't make them out, and had no idea what they meant.
By the early hours of the morning, he had turned his back on Daylin and was half in and half out of the bed. The awkward position had caused the teenager to wake up to the view of the carpet as his head was off the side of the bed.
He groaned, about to mumble a few choice words that should never had been put in his vocabulary, and ate it. /hard/. Pulling himself up off the carpet, he rubbed his throbbing head. He looked like a mess, bags under his eyes and his hair in disarray. It wouldn't have been that bad for an /average/ guy, but Kyle is no way an /average/ guy. Even the thought of it made him cringe with disgust. He'd never be classed as average. No way.
With a glance over at his sleeping girlfriend, he wandered over to the bathroom and leaned over the sink, looking at his reflection. God.. Those weird dreams weren't doing him any good... He splashed some water onto his face and rubbed his forehead before straightening back up and dabbing his face with a linen towel. If it was anything to go on previous nights, he had no shitshow in hell of getting back to sleep.
He wandered back over to the bed, pondering on what to do. Drink? No /fucking/ way, his head was too sore. TV? Sounded better than drinking.
He carefully sat back down on the bed, careful to not wake DC who seemed to be peacefully away in a deepsleep, and reached for the remote. Pressing the power button, light spilled out into the room, causing shadows to dance behind him. His eyes were transfixed on the screen as he flicked through channels, intent on passing the time until the /real/ morning, when DC usually awoke. He let a yawn pass through his lips and leant back against the bedhead, running a hand through his hair. |
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 30, 2007 23:17:50 GMT -5
Daylin hadn't even notice that the cuddling had ceased about an hour into their sleep. She was now curled up on her side, still facing Kyle because she was too tired to flip over.
And as she awoke to the sound of the television, her sore/hungover eyes were reluctant to open. She woke up disoriented, not because she was on the yacht, but because she thought she was all alone.
Panicky, she quickly sat up more, jerking hear head about to find Kyle. And when she noticed he was sitting beside her watching the TV, she breathed a huge sigh of relief, her adrenaline level dying down and her heartbeat back to normal.
Scooting over to him, she grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together, and tilted her head onto his shoulder sleepily. "What're you doing, babyy? It's likee... what... 3am?" she asked, after looking up at her alarm clock.
She didn't understand how he could possibly be watching TV in the middle of the fuhreakingg night. But if he was unable to sleep, she'd stay up with him, it was her girlfriend-ly duty. |
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Post by Kyle Masters on Jul 30, 2007 23:27:28 GMT -5
Her touch nearly gave him a heart attack, causing his whole body, yet again, to go rigid, turning his head to the side to look at her. Yeah, it was only Daylin, but it still startled him.
He glanced at the TV then back at her, his sleeplessness apparent on his face, "Just.... Watching TV." He replied quickly with a shrug, rubbing his thumb across the top of her hand in reassurance. Sure, he couldn't sleep because of a stupid fucking reoccurent /dream/, but it was nothing to stress about. Surely.
He lifted the remote and changed the channel from an infomercial with Chuck Norris to yet another pointless infomercial. Ohgoody, "Go back to sleep babe, i'm fine." He murmured, pressing a brief kiss on her forehead before focusing back on the glare of the television, unable to hold back a restless sigh, barely audible at all. |
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 31, 2007 0:13:12 GMT -5
Daylin looked at him, a tiny frown forming on her oh-so ahmazingg features. "Babyy... you're watching Chuck Norris infomercials at 3am.. that isn't 'fine'," she told him, joining her free hand with their other ones, making a sort of Kyle-hand-sandwich. She lifted her head so she could press his lips to his bare shoulder, giving him an affectionate little kiss.
There was obviously something wrong, but no way he'd //ever// open up to her. He was too proud, way too proud. But she had to try, right?? He //was// her boyfriend after all... Who was she kidding, he didn't even like her that much. |
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Post by Kyle Masters on Jul 31, 2007 0:24:29 GMT -5
She had a point. Nobody really got up that early to watch Chuck Norris flex his gross old-man muscles. He decided it wouldn't be /that/ bad if he let it slip.. Just once, "I've been having this weird as fuck dream... Don't even ask what it's about 'cos I have no fucking clue. It's stupid." He blurted out with a hint of frustration, eyes still transfixed on the bright screen.
Sure, it felt weird to actually talk to Daylin like a boyfriend /should/, but it actually sorta felt... good. He quickly shook the feeling away and picked the remote up, pressing the power button. The room wasn't exactly pitch black, because the moon flooded through the window to create an iridescent glow, making everything almost seem bigger than it was.
Deciding it was better to just try to sleep again, he slipped back under the covers and pulled her over to him so her back was facing and wrapped his arm around her waist, hand still tangled with hers, "Forget it.." He cooed into her ear and rested his head in the crook of her neck, his torso pressed up against her back. The position was comforting for him, but his eyes were still wide open. But maybe it'd reassure her so she'd be able to sleep. |
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 31, 2007 1:03:22 GMT -5
OHMAHGAWDD!! Had //the// Kyle Masters just opened up to //her//?? Daylin was entirely shocked. But she didn't want to ruin it, scare him back into shutting her out. "Awwuhh, baybeee... I'm sorryy," she told him, giving his hand a squeeze.
As he turned off the TV, she had to blink a few bajillion times to grow accustomed to the severe lack of light again. But the moon's oh-so creepy glow certainly helped.
Ehmygahh, &&now he wanted to //cuddle//?? SHOCKINGG. She was the happiest she'd been in months as she snuggled up against him, grinning incredibly widely as she gave his hand a squeeze. DC craned her neck around, giving his cheek a peck before turning around again.
"Try and get some sleep, kayy?? Iloveyouu," she told him softly before closing her eyes again. |
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Post by Kyle Masters on Jul 31, 2007 1:45:29 GMT -5
He had managed to get about an hours sleep after that. He had awoken at around 8:30, arm lazily thrown over DC and his face nestled against the back of her neck to hide from the light.
It was useless. He let out a grown of frustration and finally pryed himself away from her, stretching his body out, his arms above his head before heaving a relaxed sigh. He glanced back over at her, knowing she'd probably wake up any minute to notice her back was bare.
He took his time to slide out of the side of the bed and wandered into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Finding the brush he had left under the sink, he began the task, scrubbing the alcohol infused taste in his mouth. Finally he had it to his satisfaction and rinsed. Mmm, minty fresh.
He put a bit of water into his hand and ran it through his hair, styling it nearly to perfection which was pretty impressive considering he was using water. It'd have to do for now.
He strolled back into the bedroom and crawled onto the bed, leaning over DC on all fours with a sly smirk on his face, "Daaaylinn... Time to wake upp or someone's having a shower by herseellff.." He teased in sing-song voice, lowering down to let a lingering kiss caress her neck. Who could resist? |
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Post by Dylan West on Aug 1, 2007 4:21:28 GMT -5
Sure... Being out about before nine in the morning was odd for a teenager, but Dylan wasn't out for an early morning stroll. He was out looking for potential.
He took his time to trudge along the marina towards where the yachts always were. The cars were always flashy expensive things owned by rich snobby kids around that area. A perfect target.
He had his hands shoved in the pockets of his zip up Lost hoody and the hood pulled up over his thick, dark brown hair. Sure, a little suspicious, but the overcast sky gave him the look of being cautious that it might rain. Along with the hoody, he had on a pair of purposefully ripped and bleach-splattered jeans that hung loosely off his waist. Just an average teenager's choice of clothing.
Alright, so far he had only come across a Beamer, Mitsi Lancer and a Supra. A bit too common for his liking. But that all soon changed when he laid eyes on the American muscle beast. Perfect. Not only was it a powerful car, but it'd supply him with a lot of cash after selling it off.
Sauntering over to the car, he passed it tactfully, trying the door handle as he passed. No alarm. He circled back around, looking through the window to see if there were any flashing lights to indicate an alarm. Again, none. Finally making up his mind after glancing here and there, he pulled out a ghost key and inserted it into the drivers keyslot and turned. He /was/ a lucky boy.
Pulling the car door open he slid in, admiring the interior before closing the door. It was almost too good to be true. /almost/. He then reached under the steering wheel, leaning down a bit to get a better look at the wiring. After adjusting it to his liking, he struck two wires together, the engine roaring to life. A look of triumph crossed his features as he appeared from hunching and got himself comfortable in the seat, not forgetting to buckle up.
He went into reverse and backed out, soon driving away with the prize. |
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Post by Daylin Connors on Aug 2, 2007 0:03:52 GMT -5
Daylin's eyes fluttered open as she heard a familiar voice above her, "Hmmmm??" she murmured sleepily, a smile forming on her less-than-perfectly glossed lips as she gazed up at her gorgeous specimen of a boyfriend.
"C'mon, baybee, let's go take a showerr," she told him, but not before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down for another yummy morning kiss.
After all that was said and done, she slowly sat up, adjusting Kyle's gigantic shirt that'd gotten all twisted over the course of the night, and then she adjusted his boxers, which had ridden up slightly.
Sliding off the bed, she grabbed his hand and led him into the bathroom with a grin. So maybe he had had a bit more to drink? Or //maybe//, just maybe, she was seeing the emergence of a brand-spankin-new Kyle Masters. |
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Post by Kyle Masters on Aug 2, 2007 0:13:52 GMT -5
He returned her kiss in a lazy manner and pulled himself up and off the bed, only to have his hand grabbed and taken off in the direction of the bathroom. Not that he was complaining. Who, in their right minds, would complain anyway?
He followed her and closed the door behind them. It was true, he was still /slightly/ tipsy, but the hangover was starting to show itself, a dull throb just making itself known at the back of his skull. But maybe a shower would help.
He pulled his shirt up and over his head, dropping it onto the ground before sauntering over to the shower, turning the knob to turn the shower on. Not long after, the water had warmed up and he returned back to Daylin, taking hold of both sides of his shirt she was wearing, "You wont be needing /this/." He stated and pulled it up over her head, dropping it down beside his other shirt. |
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