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Post by Taja Collins on Aug 3, 2008 22:07:54 GMT -5
"And?" Taja knew that it didn't matter. They had stayed out in the rain many times. Normally getting into trouble. One time they, and a few other friends, broke into an old warehouse to 'get out of the rain.' When really they just got all muddy and found out the warehouse had a security alarm. They ran like hell that day. Taja had been the only girl out of that group of guys, normally how it was. "Thought you'd wanna kn..." But he cut her off with another kiss, one Taja gladly meet.
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Post by izzy2 on Aug 3, 2008 22:12:03 GMT -5
Erik continued the kiss as it began to sprinkle. Soon after it began to pour. Erik smiled as he kissed her in the rain his hair flattening as the gel washed out. "Thought I'd want to what?" He said smoothly. Erik in an attempt to be slightly more passionate slid a hand up her leg from behind resting it just below her butt. He wasn't sure how she would react because her definition of 'too far' was different than anyone else. He prayed for the best and braced for the worst.
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Post by Taja Collins on Aug 3, 2008 22:26:08 GMT -5
Taja felt the sprinkle, and the pouring of rain. She also felt the pressure in the air, making her ears pop. "Thought I'd want to what?" "Well, I would like to know if I was about to be drenched, though I don't seem to have the problem." She said with a smile. Then she felt him slide his hand to just below her ass. Her mind flashed to her bedroom back home. To her father, to his hand in the place that Eriks was now. Taja put her hand on his wrist, slowly removing his hand. She looked away out into the dark without saying anything. Maybe at one point this would be fine with her, but not now. Not so soon.
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Post by izzy2 on Aug 3, 2008 22:32:25 GMT -5
Eriks sly smile faded as she turned away. In a quiet voice nearing a whisper he apologetically said, "I didn't know." Then followed that with, "I'm sorry." He sat down and pulled his knees to him letting the rain wash over him, masking the single tear that fell from his eye. He sat like that for a long time, unsure of what to say or do.
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Post by Taja Collins on Aug 3, 2008 22:42:03 GMT -5
"I didn't know. I'm sorry." Taja heard him but didn't speak right away. Taja wasn't angry or disappointed, or anything at Erik. It wasn't his fault. No, it was him of all people who should be able to touch her anywhere without her having a mild brake down. He had in fact touched her there before, but that was different. That was when she would be covered in blood, and he would wipe it off. Or when she was tied down and he would untie her. Through all of that she learned that Erik was the last person on the earth that would want to hurt her, or make her feel uncomfortable. "I know," she said after a few moments of silence, "You shouldn't have to be." Pause. "He should be though." She let the rain fall on her as she bit her lip, so hard that she could already taste some blood. It was her way of not crying. She gave up crying along time ago when she realized that it was a waste of salt and water.
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Post by izzy2 on Aug 3, 2008 22:57:43 GMT -5
Erik stood up wiping his eyes. "Taja... we should go inside and get into drier clothes before we get sick... Its cold enough here already dry.." He wrapped his arms around her hoping for forgiveness.
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Post by Taja Collins on Aug 3, 2008 23:05:14 GMT -5
"Taja... we should go inside and get into drier clothes before we get sick... Its cold enough here already dry.." Taja nodded. She got up with difficulty, ever try to get up in skinny jeans? How about wet skinny jeans? She looked up at Erik and smiled at him, letting him know that nothing had changed. She put one arm around him. The hight difference was quite funny. Taja hardly mess measured up to him. She was a scrawny 5'2, an a exact foot shorter then Erik.
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Post by izzy2 on Aug 3, 2008 23:19:55 GMT -5
Erik led her through the halls holding her hand. When the got back to the room, Erik through off his soaking wet hoodie and his wet tshirt and threw them in the corner of his dirty clothes. He turned back to Taja sliding on a pair of sweatpants. "Do you maybe want to lay together tonight?" He asked hopefully.
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Post by Taja Collins on Aug 3, 2008 23:29:20 GMT -5
"Do you maybe want to lay together tonight?" Taja nodded and smiled. In their room they had two queen sized beds on either side of the room. Tajas side had posters of Joan Jett and the Blackhearts and pandas plastered on the wall, and a shelf with black stuffed animals. Taja took of her skin tight shirt she had been wearing and draped it over the rail of her bed. She was wearing a plain black bra underneath. She wasn't the kind of person to have the lacy push up bras or anything. Nope, most of them were black... or red... or black and red. She kicked off her converse and unbuttoned her jeans. When she went to slide them off, however, they didn't budge. Now it is normally a bit hard to get skinny jeans off, but when they are wet it is a bit more hard. "Um.... I have a slight problem." She had a smile on her face. Her I-need-help-though-this-is-so-funny face.
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Post by izzy2 on Aug 3, 2008 23:47:38 GMT -5
Erik chuckled and walked over grabbing the pants ant the top and sliding them down trying to work them down slowly and gently. When he finally got them off he was at his knees. He kissed her thigh softly and sweetly so as not too set her off again. Then he tossed her pants onto her bed and laid on his smiling at her. He patted the bed and closed his eyes.
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Post by Taja Collins on Aug 4, 2008 0:01:54 GMT -5
When Erik walked over she sat on the edge of her bed so he could pull said pants off. Taja giggled as he pulled them off, she was quite ticklish. She smiled when he kissed her thigh. Surprisingly she didn't find this going too far. She had always hatted her legs, though. She always said how ugly they were. She picked up her jeans from her bed and draped those also on the rail of her bed. Eriks house keeping skills were not quite the best. Then she went over and sat next to Erik. Yes, Taja was the kind of girl who liked walking around in a bra and pantys. That was just... what she did. "Um... I'm sorry." She looked up at him. "It just... when you touched me it... it brought up memories of him. You deserve better." She bit her lip again."
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Post by izzy2 on Aug 4, 2008 0:14:57 GMT -5
Erik smiled looking over her in her bra and panties. The first time he ever looked at her the way he did now. "It's okay. That's the problem though you associate everything like that with him...I have a thought. What if..." Erik blushed and seemed really nervous. "What if we have sex? Then maybe you'll associate things like that with me..." His smile faded and he blushed furiously.
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Post by Taja Collins on Aug 4, 2008 1:59:24 GMT -5
"It's okay. That's the problem though you associate everything like that with him...I have a thought. What if..." She guessed it was true. Every time someone touched her she imagined him touching her. She didn't like the vision of her father at all. She hated it. "What if we have sex? Then maybe you'll associate things like that with me..." Taja thought she had heard wrong. If they what? How could he even think she would want to do that? She was quiet for a few moments. He was right though. Maybe it would help take her mind from how bad it was with her father to how good she has it now with Erik. "Um..." She took a deep breath. "Maybe. I meen... if..." She trailed off. She hadn't been too sure how she planed on ending that sentence. "I love you, Erik." She said looking up at him.
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Post by izzy2 on Aug 4, 2008 20:50:59 GMT -5
Erik smiled and looked down at her. "I love you too." He leaned in and kissed her running his fingers through her hair. "Well, what do you say, Shorty?" He said that endearingly. "It's all up to you though. " He smiled.
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Post by Taja Collins on Aug 4, 2008 23:24:37 GMT -5
"Well, what do you say, Shorty? It's all up to you though." Taja wasn't sure what to say. If she said yes she risked having a freak out again. If she said no she would never start getting over her past. It was perplexing. She played with her lip ring (nervous habit) and let her eyes fall to the background. She looked at one of her joan jett posters. WWJD? Not Jesus, Joan. Joan would say fuck it and do the damn thing. But Joan was a rock star who had the world in her hand. As scared as she was for this she decided on a yes. There was no reason to be scared, it was Erik she was talking about. She leaned up so her lips were next to his ear. "I trust you."
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