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Post by Dorian Gaudain on Nov 14, 2009 7:53:40 GMT
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Dorian watched Charlotte wipe the tears from her eyes and frowned as new ones starting rolling down her cheeks again. He had never wanted her to get upset, especially this upset. It made him wonder as to if there was other things making her like this and he had just set it all off. Still, he hated seeing someone like this and he wasn’t going to leave until it was sorted out. However, there was a small thought in the back of his head, trying to push through and make him leave this poor girl. It was normally the one thought that controlled all his actions. The one thought that controlled his brain. The Dandelion Club. He was well aware that very soon he was supposed to be starting the first Dandelion Club meeting of the year and that he should probably be leaving right now but one look at Charlotte made him want to stay and comfort her, make sure she was safe. Everybody in the Dandelion Club knew what Dorian was like. He would just arrive, his hair messed up with his trademark grin whenever he had been with a girl and the whole club would laugh and understand why he couldn’t be there before asking questions about the experience. Dorian knew he could just make something up. He would probably just tell them about a past experience, possibly with Rosalind.
His mind quickly rushed back to focusing on Charlotte. He couldn’t help but let a smile creep onto his lips as she didn’t resist his hugging. She felt cold and as he put his other arm round he rested her head on his chest on that she was completely lying on him. With his arms wrapped round her he felt like he was protecting her, as well as keeping her warm. As she nestled her head into his chest he continued to stroke her hair softly, trying to calm her down by he could feel his suit getting wet, not that he minded, it was just that anything he tried to do wasn’t working and he was running out of suitable ideas. He stopped stroking her hair and looked down at her as she started talking to him.
He frowned at the question. How could he answer a question which he was asking himself. “Because you are a nice girl and you don’t deserve to be this upset.” He said, feeling as if he was pouring the feelings out of his heart to her. He again stroked her hair and gently brought his lips down to her neck, kissing it softly. It wasn’t intended to be in a sexual way at all, he wasn’t thinking of it like that. Kissing someone’s neck sometimes calmed then down and Dorian was so hoping that this made Charlotte calm down. Kissing the neck has different affects on different people.
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Post by Charlotte Arc on Nov 14, 2009 9:43:58 GMT
 just talk yourself up[/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - -Charlotte, no matter what she tried to think of, just could not stop the tears from falling down her cheeks. She realised that this was because of everything that had happened recently. Leaving her family behind whilst she stayed here. Her father dying so suddenly and without a reason for it, as he was the most healthy and nice person he knew. And now this, this boy who confused her beyond all she had ever done before. He was everything she detested. He was arrogant, conceited and full of himself. He was President of the Dandelion Club, for goodness sake! And here she was, unable and unwilling to move from him and finding herself falling for him without even wanting to. This was definitely not Charlotte. Charlotte normally fell for the church boy who came to her church every Sunday, or the farmer‘s son who lived opposite the vicarage. Not the most rich, most popular, most…gorgeous looking boy in the whole college. This was just not her at all and she had to admit, it scared her.
Feeling the cold creeping onto her skin, she felt his other arm wrap itself around her. Not stopping him from doing it, she felt the warmth coming from his body warming her up. Moving subconsciously closer to him, she kept her head against his chest, not mindind at all that she was practically lying on him. And he didn‘t seem to mind either. He was the one that was moving her closer in the first place. She felt his hand gently gliding down her hair and sighed quietly, feeling more comforted than she had at the start of her crying fit. She felt him adjust his position and felt his eyes on her as she spoke to him, He had also stopped stroking her hair.
Charlotte looked up at him and watched him as he spoke to her, watching his eyes, watching his lips. Watching all of his face as he spoke to her. “I‘m sorry,” she whispered quietly, her voice hardly able to speak anymore. Her throat hurt, her eyes hurt and she just wanted nothing more than to fall asleep, right here, on Dorian. Not that she would, of course, but she felt like she wanted to. It probably wasn‘t a good idea to fall asleep on him, to be perfectly honest. She felt the now familiar feeling of him stroking her hair and shivered involuntarily as he kissed her neck. Letting a sigh fall from her lips, she relaxed against him, letting him kiss her neck. She reached for his hand and intertwined her fingers with his.
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Post by Dorian Gaudain on Nov 14, 2009 17:08:10 GMT
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As Charlottes hand intertwined with his own he smiled as he kissed her neck again, gently starting to move onto her jaw line. Her face was so soft and he rubbed his own soft cheek against hers as his lips gently kissed along her jaw line. He couldn’t believe it. He actually felt like he was falling in love with this girl. That had never ever happened to him before. Sure he had fancied people before and sometimes he even felt like he may be able to fall in love with them one day but he seemed to really like Charlotte. He didn’t want just a one night stand. He wanted to be with her all the time, go out with her, take her out to dinner and act like boyfriend and girlfriend. He frowned to himself as he realised this. Charlotte was a church-goer. Someone that he would never ever be attracted to. Dorian liked the rich girls who were badly behaved, got drunk and had one night stands. Not some girl that probably wanted to wait until after she was married.
Dorian suddenly realised how relaxed Charlotte had got. Her whole body was leaning against his and he was taking all her weight. He was sure the tears had stopped falling as well which put a smile on his face. “It’s ok. Do you feel better?” He asked kindly and smiled softly at her, keeping his arms wrapped round her protectively. Then he just suddenly kissed her. He didn’t even mean to. It just felt natural. Even him, Dorian Gaudain, felt himself melting in the kiss as he did so and he felt himself relax completely.
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Post by Charlotte Arc on Nov 14, 2009 17:27:08 GMT
just talk yourself up [/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - -Charlotte melted into him as he kissed her neck, moving closer to her lips. She was willing. She was ever so willing to kiss him, but hadn‘t got the energy to kiss him herself. She was just too exhausted to start anything. She just needed him to take control now. And he seemed to be. She wanted to go out with him. She wanted the proper relationship. The holding hands, the flowers, the chocolates. The kisses and the cuddles. She wanted him to be her boyfriend. But she knew that it just wasn‘t possible. He was rich and always went for the pretty, rich girls. Not Charlotte. A church goer. He probably wanted her to sleep with him right away. Not wait until he was married. He had probably been with loads of girls before her.
Charlotte had finally stopped crying, she was just tired and worn out from the tears. She could feel him adjusting his position, keeping his arms around her. She barely knew this boy and here she was, destroying her own principles for him, and she didn‘t mind. Then she felt the soft touch of lips on hers. She moved her position and kisses him back, wrapping her arms around his waist. She slipped herself into his lap, letting herself melt into the kiss as he kept hold of her. She felt a smile grace her lips, not breaking away from him. This, she realised, was what she wanted.
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Post by Dorian Gaudain on Nov 14, 2009 17:53:46 GMT
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Dorian couldn’t believe his luck as Charlotte started to kiss him back. She had become so relaxed and it was good because it had meant she had stopped crying. He had done it. He smiled to himself in the kiss and slyly pushed his tongue past her lips so that he could kiss her properly. He shut his eyes as he kissed her again, holding this kiss for what seemed like forever. Before he knew it he was on his feet, against the wall with Charlotte still kissing him and leaning against him. How had that happened? He was sure he hadn’t done that!
“Would you like me to take you back to your room?” He asked slowly as he smiled brightly at her. “Or you could always come back to mine. I don’t mind, it’s just that it’s freezing out here and I don’t want you to get cold. Maybe we could have a chat, get to know each other a bit better?” He asked as he smiled at her. What was he doing? Here he was kissing this girl passionately and he was asking her whether they wanted to chat. Then again it was probably a wiser way of getting her into his room because if he went too fast too quickly then she would be scared off. He pecked her on the lips again, smiling at her. He couldn’t believe how much he liked Charlotte. Looking at her made his heart beat quickly. He just wanted to go out with her so badly but if he asked now she would never say yes.
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Post by Charlotte Arc on Nov 14, 2009 18:02:32 GMT
just talk yourself up [/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - -Charlotte felt him smiling too against her and felt much more relaxed, pressing into the kiss as she pressed her own body up against him, still sat on the floor. She opened her mouth to let him kiss her properly, matching his own kiss as she kept her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair. She watched him close his eyes and pulled him up to standing, pressing him back against the wall, not breaking the kiss and keeping her body close to him. When he opened his eyes, he looked confused at to how he had gotten to standing. She just smiled at him, finally breaking the kiss.
Charlotte paused in thought as he asked her where she wanted to go. “Your room sounds good, Dorian,” she murmured, a small smile still on her face. She slipped her hand into his own hand, nodding at him as he asked her if they wanted to chat. She would like that a lot. To talk with him. Not have a shouting argument with him again, about him judging her. To be perfectly honest, all she wanted to do was to forget who she was, where she was and why she was here. She just wanted to feel. She pulled him by the hand towards his room, opening it carefully and stepping inside backwards. Not noticing the bad behind her, she fell backwards, pulling him down with her by accident. She felt her breath catch in her throat, looking up at Dorian.
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Post by Dorian Gaudain on Nov 14, 2009 18:42:36 GMT
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As Charlotte’s hand slipped into his own he smiled and felt himself being pulled along to his room. He had to get this right. Charlotte Arc, the church-goer was pulling him along to his room. This was very strange. He could have completely understood it if it had been someone like Rosalind, but not someone like Charlotte. He wondered why she was so eager to get to his room. It wasn’t like they had made plans to make out or anything, they were just going to chat and yet Charlotte seemed ready and raring to go. Dorian figured that he would never ever understand what was going on in this girls mind or any girls mind for that matter. He wasn’t going to object or anything. This was going great! Better then he could ever expect or hope for so he wasn’t going to ruin it now. He just let Charlotte take control for the situation for a bit so that if she did suddenly get angry at him he had a decent, less hurtful comeback this time.
“Wat-!” He began but it was too late. Charlotte had already started falling and he found himself falling with her. Next thing he knew he was lying on top of her, his arms supporting his weight, on his bed. His dream situation. He had wanted this to happen ever since he had met her. He smiled and gently kissed her but then found himself rolling off of her so that he was lying on the bed next to her. What had he just done? He had missed out on the opportunity completely. He stood up slowly. “You don’t mind if I just change out of the Dandelion Club outfit do you? I feel more comfortable in my room without it.” He explained and took off the waistcoat and shirt, leaving him topless.
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Post by Charlotte Arc on Nov 14, 2009 19:54:09 GMT
just talk yourself up [/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - -Charlotte could not comprehend that she hadn‘t gotten into this position. Not only had she not expected it in her life. She hadn‘t expected it with Dorian Gaudain, President of the Dandelion Club, in his bedroom, on his bed, on her first day. She just did nto think that she could get into this position. And here she was in this position, with Dorian on top of her. She could feel her breath quicken on her lips as she watched him, to see what he would do and knowing that she would possibly let him do anything at all if it came down to it. She felt him gently kiss her, but let out a sigh of what she felt was relief as he rolled off of her. He didn‘t want to take advantage of her. He really was a nice guy. And she had doubted him.
Charlotte gently sat herself up, sitting on the edge of her bed. She watched him as he walked off to take off his clothes. Before she could protest and leave the room though, he had taken off his waistcoat. Watching him slowly, she saw him take off his shirt and couldn‘t keep her eyes off of him. “I….” she trailed off, meeting his eyes with both fear and with some sort of lust. Something she had never felt in her whole life before. Dorian was definitely something different to her.
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Post by Dorian Gaudain on Nov 15, 2009 7:50:04 GMT
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What sort of Dandelion club member would miss out on an opportunity like that? He had been on top of the girl which he currently fancied and all he had done was given her a quick peck on the lips? Although he really didn’t want to take advantage of her. Charlotte was a very sweet girl and obviously stood by her principles. Knowing her mother and/or her father would be very religious he didn’t want to be the one to break of rule of sex before marriage. He would only do it if Charlotte met him half way. He would not take control over her and overpower her. There was half of his brain, the Dandelion side, that was telling him to stop being so stupid and to just kiss the girl until she broke down by the other side was just telling him to wait to see what was going to happen and, for once in his life, the non Dandelion side was stronger. He always listened to what the Dandelion side was saying, that’s what he thought was the best thing to do to keep his image up but somehow, today he knew it was wrong. Dorian kind of hated the way that Charlotte was making him act but yet he couldn’t bring himself to hate Charlotte. What was happening to him?
Then again, for a girl with so many principles she didn’t seem to be running off. In fact she seemed to be enjoying it quite a lot. Whenever Dorian kissed her he always felt a small smile creep onto her lips. Had she ever been kissed by a boy before? She did like it though. There was no doubt about that. If she enjoyed the kissing so much is that why she was staying. Did she want Dorian to carry on but wasn’t going to take control so she had an excuse if people ever found out. If this was the case Dorian didn’t want to take control because he didn’t want to be seen as the type of boy to take advantage of someone. He was getting really confused. A girl had never been this hard before. He wished Charlotte would just lay down exactly what she wanted to do so that he wouldn’t become public enemy number one in her eyes. He was just going to do what he had been doing for the past hour or so. Taking very small risks and seeing where it leads him. That way if she does start to dislike something, it isn’t something major which he can’t apologise about.
Dorian had been facing the window as he had started to undress. That was one of the little things Dorian liked to do even though he knew it was strange. However, there were many strange things that Dorian did, most of them secret which he wouldn’t reveal to anyone in fear that they may mock him. Image was everything for Dorian. If he ruined that he ruined his life. Literally. That may seem a bit extreme but if he suddenly became unpopular then he would be kicked out of the Dandelion Club and would have to start doing work and the whole school would just see him as an ex-dandelion club president who got kicked out. He would be less cool then the nerds! As he felt the smooth fabric of his shirt against his back he heard Charlotte say something and turned to face her. “You what?” He asked, smiling at her. Dorian had been told many times that his smile was the best thing about him. The smile that could melt a thousand hearts it had once been described as. He didn’t do it intentionally. He saw the frightened look on her face and automatically panicked. He sat down by her, taking her hand, unaware he was still topless. “You ok?” He asked. “You haven’t hurt yourself have you?” He looked at her, holding her hands gently. As he gently let go of one of them he let his other hand run down her hair. “You really are beautiful Charlotte.” He said, unable to stop himself. Just looking into her eyes made his own heart melt. She truly was beautiful in Dorian’s eyes.
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Post by Charlotte Arc on Nov 15, 2009 9:50:26 GMT
just talk yourself up [/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - -Charlotte froze as he asked her to repeat what she said. She hadn‘t actually said anything. She had been about to, but never completed her sentence. She wasn‘t even sure if there was an end to the sentence, that was the problem. She looked up at him as she saw him smile, she felt herself melt. He had such a nice smile, she couldn‘t possible resist it. She couldn‘t fear it. She let him take hold of her hand, holding them limply as she watched him. He was kneeling in front of her topless. What was she meant to do? Look away? No, she would carry on watching him. As much as she knew she probably shouldn‘t watch him at all. “I‘m….I‘m….fine. She let him let go of one hand and subconsciously leaned into the touch of his hand in her hair. She smiled softly at him as she was called beautiful. She hadn‘t been called beautiful in this situation before and it felt nice. Especially coming from Dorian. His smooth, soft voice filling her ears as he complimented and spoke to her. She hadn‘t felt happier in a long time.
Her mind slowly drifted back to when she was younger. 15 and a boy had asked her out. She had felt her heart beating fast against her chest as he mumbled something about her being pretty. That was her first and last boyfriend so far. He was tall. Very tall with long brown hair. He had lived opposite her, in the farm. She had often seen him working outside from her garden, sitting in the tree to see over the fence. She could remember him smiling at her when he noticed she was in the tree and the blush creeping onto her face. She could remember the rough feel of his hands in her soft dainty ones as they walked along the lane towards the church for a talk. She could remember her first kiss with him. A small peck that lasted barely seconds, but had made her feel so…excited. It just felt so forbidden and against what she had learnt, that she had loved every second of it. And here she was, with Dorian, doing the same childish thing she had done when she was younger and enjoying every single second.
Shaking her head, she looked back at Dorian, feeling his hand carefully. It was soft, not rough like the farmer boy‘s hands. They were soft against her skin, against her hair, against her hands. He was taller than the farmer boy had been, able to tower over her and keep her safe from anything that should come her way. His eyes were hard, not soft like the farmer boy‘s eyes, with so many hidden emotions flitting through them as he looked into her own eyes. She raised her free hand to his cheek, gently caressing them. They were smooth, not rough. He was nothing like the farmer boy. He was dangerous, he was trouble. He wasn‘t who she should be with. But she just couldn‘t resist. She pulled her hands away from him, smoothing down her skirt and letting her hand idly brush past her bible. She was made to think of her father and frowned. “I should go. I should.”
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Post by Dorian Gaudain on Nov 15, 2009 15:27:28 GMT
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Dorian frowned as he saw Charlotte freeze. Was he really that scary? He hadn’t meant to be. He rewound the last moment back in his head to see what he said to make her seem so scared of him. He sighed as he couldn’t think of anything. Charlotte was just so difficult. First she slaps him, then she starts crying on him, then she’s dragging him to his room and now she’s scared of him. He just wished that she could be one emotion and stay with that emotion for longer then five seconds. He was unsure of how to act around Charlotte. He defiantly knew that he shouldn’t be his normal, Dandelion Club self but he didn’t know whether he should be kind and loving, or try and take control or… he just didn’t know. Who knew girls could be this complicated?
None of his other previous ‘girlfriends’ he had had, had been this hard to figure out. Well he called them girlfriends but he had never had a girlfriend before. No one that he took out to dinner or anything like that. He kind of wished he had someone like that because he had all this money and nothing to really spend it on. He had bought everything he really needed and yet he wasn’t happy. It’s defiantly right when they say that money doesn’t always being happiness. He longed for someone to really love and cherish in life but that had never ever happened before. With all the girls he had had it was just in bed and out again. That was it. No questions asked. The closest he had ever gotton to a girlfriend was when he took a girl to the primary school disco and they had ended up doing more kissing then dancing. He smirked to himself. Even when he was eleven years old he was kissing girls and things like that. This girl had been different. He had walked her to her house and as she had left he pecked her on the cheek and handed her a rose. That was romantic and Dorian was hardly ever romantic. But that had been the last day of primary school and Dorian was destined to go to a private secondary and she was to go to a comprehensive. He had never seen that girl again.
Thinking about her now made Dorian feel quite sad. He had really liked that girl. From the day he had met her and that had been in Year 2. He remembered her walking into the school and his heart started beating quickly, the first girl that had ever done that to him. She had been beautiful, her long dark curly hair would always tickle him when she used to wrestle him to the ground in kiss chase. That was his favourite game and him and this girl had always chased each other. Of course, neither of them were really sure as to what love was so they just thought of each other as good friends but as soon as Dorian had discovered it was more then that he had asked her to the school disco. If only he had realised earlier, then they could have got so much more done. He sighed, shaking his head, forgetting that thought.
As her hands left his Dorian frowned at her. “Go…go where?” He asked, standing up himself. He sighed. He had blown it somewhere. What had he done wrong this time? He wasn’t going to fight her though, stop her going. It was her own choice. He just wondered back to the window, crossing his arms and looking out of the window, trying not to feel too disappointed. “Yeah… you probably should.” He whispered, not looking at her.
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Post by Charlotte Arc on Nov 21, 2009 15:27:02 GMT
just talk yourself up [/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - -Charlotte saw the frown fall on his perfect face as she gave her reply. She matched his frown, not wanting him to be upset. She just…she hadn‘t seen someone…like…that right in front of her. Ever. Changing right in front of her eyes and not seeming to care about who she was. It was just, a scary thought. She didn‘t mind. Of course she didn‘t mind. In fact, she would willingly insist that he take it off if he had given her time to respond, not that he did. But, the whole idea was completely against everything she had been taught and believed in. it was against everything her whole family believed in. Even her father who couldn‘t even know what was going on now. And here she was, willing him to carry on changing in front of her eyes.
Charlotte idly stroked the Bible in her hands, feeling the familiar texture. She remembered all the times she had wanted to take this from her father and read it. Find all the hidden messages that God had written or said. Of Jesus and Adam and Eve and Noah. Of every single story that has ever been told to every Christian of every era. And now she had it. She gently flicked the book open and let it fall open at any page it wanted to. It fell open to the ten commandments and she smiled to herself, running her fingers over the page lovingly, her father‘s voice playing in her head. “These are the rules God wants us to live by, Char. But,” he had said, closing the Bible and turning her to look at him on her lap, only at eight years old. “Remember the secret eleventh commandment.” He had whispered this in her ear. She could still feel his breath tickling her ear, his hands around her waist, holding her close and safe in his embrace, the same feeling she got from Dorian.
“Whatever you do, don‘t forget the eleventh,” she said, outloud without even thinking about it. “Follow your heart.” Her eyes fell on Dorian and she felt a wave of tightness rush over her. Her whole heart seemed to constrict in her chest. She closed the Bible, holding it close to her chest and rising up from the bed, walking over to the door and turning the handle. She pulled it open and looked back at Dorian. She paused. “Unless. You…want me to stay. I mean…I could stay…If you like,” Charlotte mumbled, lowering her gaze to the floor.
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Post by Dorian Gaudain on Nov 22, 2009 11:33:05 GMT
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Dorian frowned to himself as he felt himself getting upset. Why did he feel so upset and annoyed? He had never felt like this before. If a girl had rejected him before he would just laugh it off and walk off figuring out it was the girls loss and there was obviously something seriously wrong with her. However, right now he felt awful. Really upset that this one girl had rejected him. Had he wanted her to be the one? The one he actually dated for a while and took home to see his parents? His parents would respect her. Even though his Dad knew the type of girls Dorian tended to go with Dorian knew that his father would rather he was with someone respectable who would honour his family name and have good children. Not children who would be disobedient and not want to carry on the honour of the Gaudain name. He knew Charlotte was that type of girl. His mother would love her so much and they would get on so well with each other. More importantly though for some strange reason he found her so attractive and wonderful that he just wanted to spend the rest of his life with her and that was amazing seeing as he had only known her for about five minutes.
Dorian quickly looked at Charlotte as she started to speak again. Follow your heart? What was she talking about. He could see her clutching her bible and realised the dilemma that was going through her head. She did like Dorian and obviously wanted to kiss him and let him take control but her religion was stopping her. Her mother and father’s views were stopping her from doing what she really wanted to do but now maybe she was deciding to listen to her heart, do what she really wanted to do. He smiled slightly, hoping there was some glimmer of hope but this was quickly destroyed as she walked back to the door, leaving him behind. He sighed, feeling like he had been stabbed in the heart. Then he heard her stop and turn round and he looked at her, straight into her eyes and smiled as she said she could stay. “Of course I want you to!” He exclaimed, standing up and pulling his shirt on quickly, walking over to her. “Please don’t go. I really want you to stay and talk to me, keep me company, let me get to know you. All these things and more.” He said looking at her and smiling sweetly at her. “Please come back in Charlotte.”
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Post by Charlotte Arc on Nov 22, 2009 12:29:40 GMT
just talk yourself up [/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - -Charlotte smiled at him as he asked her to stay, keeping her eyes on the uncovered chest until he put his shirt on. Taking a deep breath, she stepped back inside, closing the door behind her. She sat down on one of the most comfortable chairs she had ever sat in before and rested her Bible in her lap, nodding towards the seat opposite her for Dorian to sit in. She smiled at him, feeling less nervous now that he had put his shirt back on. The shirt being off just kept distracting her and making her feel edgy. She hated that feeling, even if she was enjoying the show. She was kinda of wondering what he would look like in just boxers. Or what he would looking like with nothing on. She could feel the heat rushing to her cheeks at the thought.
“I would like that. To talk,” Charlotte said slowly, nodding and glancing at the bottle of wine on the table. “But, uh, how about we have a drink?” She took the bottle and poured out two glasses full. Taking the glass, she quickly drank the whole lot, feeling a warm feeling going through her as the alcohol filled her. “What would you like to know, Dorian?” She asked, pouring herself another glass. The wine was helping her become relaxed. Why not drink it?
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Post by Dorian Gaudain on Nov 22, 2009 12:54:56 GMT
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Dorian smiled as he sat down on the chair opposite her, leaning back and relaxing slightly. He saw her cheeks turn pink and he began to wonder what she was thinking about to make her seem embarrassed. It was probably something small like Dorian in his boxers or something. He knew this girl could be embarrassed easily and anyway she wouldn’t be the type of girl to think of anything else. He yawned slightly, stretching his hands above him head to wake himself up. He had been awake quite early that morning and was now suffering from it. He shook his head, rubbing his eyes before looking back at Charlotte, smiling.
His eyes followed her round the room as she picked up his wine and drank two big, full glasses in front of him. She obviously wasn’t the type of girl to drink a lot of the time so she was going to get drunk pretty easily. He just rolled his eyes, sipping on his own drink slowly, savouring it. He didn’t like to waste his wine too quickly by just drinking it. “What do I want to know about you?” He repeated, smiling to himself. “Anything and everything Charlotte Arc.” He said, smiling at her and finishing off the last bit of his drink. He took the bottle from charlotte, placing it in the middle of the two chairs so they could both get it when they wanted to. “I don’t mind.” He said, pouring himself as glass and sipping it before putting the bottle back down.
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