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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on May 31, 2005 21:53:45 GMT -5
This thread brought to you by Karl Marx and Trent Reznor.
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Jun 1, 2005 0:38:00 GMT -5
I run my hands from her mouth to across her cheek, then move in closer and kiss her on the lips again, closing my eyes when I do so, then opening them again and gazing back into hers.
"Yeah maybe I should... Maybe we should..." I reply, and let out a stifled yawn.
"It was a long day today... How was your job search by the way?" I ask, then run my hand along her ear as though I was pushing her hair behind her ear.
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Post by kurt on Jun 1, 2005 0:43:00 GMT -5
"Yeah, I got one..." Niko says, pulling out a lighter from his pocket. He was going to bring up rubbing some twigs together, but last time he tried that with Antero, he ended up embarrassing himself.
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Post by Salome Weil on Jun 1, 2005 0:43:22 GMT -5
"I picked up many applications and hope for something. I want to work at a factory again! I hope it is factory where I have to wear a terrible brown uniform and I the conditions are abusive." I say as we go to my room. I suppose we could share a room together at some point, but for now we have seperate ones.
"I love factory uniforms. I feel so androgynous and dehumanized." I say to him. Hanging in my closet are a few factory uniforms. One is robin egg blue, the other is deer hunter orange.
When we get to my room I hug him again and kiss both cheeks.
I kiss his lips.
"You're lips are always so cold. You need to drink warm things, or maybe they are just lonely. I don't know."
I kiss him again.
"They are probably just lonely."
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Post by Dead Character on Jun 1, 2005 0:45:02 GMT -5
Antero lights a fire, and soon the twigs are ingnited. Antero wants contently as the fire grows larger.
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Jun 1, 2005 0:50:56 GMT -5
I let out a quick laugh, and kiss her again.
"Your lips are always so warm... I'm glad they can keep mine company." I say, with another kiss. I follow her onto the bed, and wrap my arms around her.
"I could live forever in your arms..."
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Post by Salome Weil on Jun 1, 2005 0:56:33 GMT -5
I know we are both utterly sappy, but I don't mind so much.
I smile and lay down with him.
"I have never felt so strongly about anything. And each day I am thankful that my world has changed. I don't know who I would be without you. I feel a renewed desire to live. Life seems like a goal itself."
"I always dreamed of being a martyr. I wanted death so much. A powerful and good death. It would have sealed a life of protest"
"And now, I want to live. I want to live and be happy with you. I would like to see old age and know that my heart was a heretic against the self imposed isolation I for so long resided in."
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Jun 1, 2005 1:10:32 GMT -5
I feel warm and tingly when she tells me this, as though I had just saved a life.
"Aw... I'm glad you've decided to live..." I reply. I don't feel as bad as I thought I would about changing her... Though I still feel pretty guilty... I wrap my arms around her and pull her close to me, then nuzzle her ear.
"Ya loblou tyebya..." I whisper into her ear.
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Post by Salome Weil on Jun 1, 2005 1:13:42 GMT -5
I still think that Russian is not the most attractive language, but smile anyway.
"Here, if you are going to sleep, let me help you get ready for sleep." I offer.
I grab his shirt and help it up and over his head and arms. I touch his side, kiss his chest, and on a whim tickle him.
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Jun 1, 2005 1:25:29 GMT -5
I help her pull my shirt off. I hadn't been tickled since I was in grade school, and being particularly ticklish, my hands jolt back down to hers. I hold her hands in place where they are.
"Ahh hey now..." I say with a smirk, then put my shirt over her head, wrap my arms around her waist, and bite at her side playfully.
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Post by Salome Weil on Jun 1, 2005 1:28:18 GMT -5
"Ah, what?" I ask innocently and when his gaurd is down, I tickle him again.
"You really are ticklish. It is all psychological. I am not ticklish at all. Why? Because I am tough. Bear fighting tough... that and I have trained myself to be above the senstation of being tickled."
I kiss his shoulder and push him down, so that we are laying side by side.
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Jun 1, 2005 1:35:14 GMT -5
I laugh and roll over onto my side, where I curl my leg over her body and kiss her cheek.
"I guess I just have a weak will, then... You should teach me how to wrestle bears sometime." I reply, and nuzzle her cheek.
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Post by Salome Weil on Jun 1, 2005 1:42:13 GMT -5
There is some truth to him being weak willed. I have deprived myself of many comforts for the sake of self deprivation. He is very indulgant, and when I am with him, I am indulgant as well.
I reach out and touch his hair, then pull the covers over us. I help him out of his pants as well, since obviously sleeping in pants is uncomfortable. "Bonsoir." And I kiss him goodnight. I put an arm over his chest and rest my head on his shoulder.
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Jun 1, 2005 1:47:47 GMT -5
"Okay you're right, French does sound romantic..." I say, and kiss her forehead as she lies on my shoulder. I snuggle myself up beside her, helping her pull the blanket over us.
"Goodnight..." I say contently, then nuzzler her forehead, and before I drift off to sleep, I think to myself of how in my life, I've always lived on little sleep. She's been the only person who's made me sleep through what is considered "normal" and "healthy" for sleeping.
I smile, and drift off to sleep.
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Post by nikolaikarpatioth on Jun 1, 2005 9:00:11 GMT -5
*After that moment's kiss, Nikolai took Bastet by the hand and leads her to the V.I.P room. He lays Bastet gentily on her back on the couch and unbuttons the top button of her shirt watching and waiting to see what she would do. Nikolai just looked into her eyes paaionately and lovingly.*
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