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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Jul 29, 2005 4:40:49 GMT -5
"Okay, let's just do the picnic. We could...just get some things from the grocery store then find a nice place to sit with it. I am not all that hungry really, but I think it would be fun. Maybe we can get some fruit and brie, and a baguette. I am not sure what else would make for good picnic food." Heikki decides and they walk off to the grocer. He is determined not to upset Natasha more than anything else.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 29, 2005 4:43:52 GMT -5
Bassarov takes her hand and hesitantly returns the kiss. He touches some stray strands of her hair which frame her face. He kisses her hand, but feels nervous. "Sorry...I just don't feel like your equal...I guess it makes me a little anxious."
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Post by Henna Toivonen on Jul 29, 2005 4:46:52 GMT -5
"That's what makes it fun." I say to him, and then French kiss him, putting my hand behind his head and lightly holding his hair in my fingers. I kiss along his cheek to his ear, and kiss around that for a while.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 29, 2005 4:56:13 GMT -5
Bassarov closes his eyes as she kisses his ear. His heart races and he feels even more nervous. He touches her face and pulls it towards his lips...opening his eyes...
He is now back in her room, looking down at her face, on top of her. He is disorriented for a moment. Where am I? He thinks to himself. This is the present now, he reminds himself and bends his neck to kiss her lips.
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jul 29, 2005 4:56:45 GMT -5
Zivon laughs audibly, and feels somewhat guilty for it.
"Ahh, that's too bad... Though for some reason I have no problem seeing that happen." I say, still smirking.
"Alright, let's go to the park." He says, and takes her hand.
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jul 29, 2005 5:01:38 GMT -5
I smile when he takes my hand, since I am usually the one who takes his hand. I know he doesn't say it, but I do think he cares. It isn't one sided.
We walk to the park and I tell him stories along the way.
When we walk to the park together, we start down a trail. I feel like singing a song from girl scouts.
"At the camp with the Girl Scouts They gave us a drink. We thought it was kool-aid, because it was pink.
But the thing that they told us, would've grossed out a moose, For that great tasting pink drink, was really bug juice.
It looked fresh and fruity, like tasty kool-aids, But the bugs that were in it, were murdered with Raid.
We drank it by gallons, we drank it by tons, And the next morning, we all had the runs.
So the next time you drink bug juice, and a fly drives you mad, He's just getting even, 'Cause you swallowed his Dad'." I sing very loudly.
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Post by Henna Toivonen on Jul 29, 2005 5:04:12 GMT -5
I kiss him back passionately as he continues to move against me. This is something I've been waiting over a year for, and now that I have it again I don't want it to stop. I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight against me.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 29, 2005 5:06:35 GMT -5
Bassarov fades into a less pleasant memory. He came to see her after he was done with classes. He entered her apartment, but she didn't come to greet him. "Hello...anyone here?" He asks. Maybe she isn't home from work yet.
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jul 29, 2005 5:07:28 GMT -5
Zivon smirks. He remembers one time when he snuck into the girl's locker room in high school, hid in one of their lockers, and listened in. They were singing that song. He began to giggle too loud, was found out, and immediately thrown into the principal's office. But it was worth it.
"Not bad for a song about eating insects." I reply, and rub her head playfully. I always feel like doing that when she does something cute.
"Boys never had songs, and when they did, they weren't nearly as creative, or elaborate." Zivon says, analytically.
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Post by Henna Toivonen on Jul 29, 2005 5:08:58 GMT -5
"Shit!" I say to myself as I pull myself out of bed and dress rapidly. I look at Zivon, who I just finished off a couple of minutes earlier, and force-whisper "Go out, down the fire escape! Now!"
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jul 29, 2005 5:10:44 GMT -5
I step back and then plow into him playfully, pushing him against a birch tree. I wrap my arms around him and kiss his lips then his neck, this time softly and not as rambunctiously.
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jul 29, 2005 5:16:04 GMT -5
Zivon smirks and wraps his arms around Helvi, and kisses her again. He rests his chin on her shoulder, as his mind begins to wander.
"What?? Fuck..." Zivon says to himself as he jumps to his feet. He looks around frantically for his clothes, and grabs handfuls of them, pulling them on as fast as he can. He manages his pants, and his shirt, backwards, still holding onto his underwear. He runs up towards the fire escape, as quietly and quickly as he can...
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Post by Henna Toivonen on Jul 29, 2005 5:18:29 GMT -5
I watch him slip out and then open the bedroom door and see Bassarov standing right there in the living room. "H... hello Vossy.... Vassilyvich." I manage. I am still breathing heavily, my hair and makeup are a mess and my clothes are on crooked...
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jul 29, 2005 5:19:42 GMT -5
I whipser something into his ear and ask if we can go back. He seemed a little distracted for a moment.
"What were you thinking about, Zivon?" I ask as we start back.
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Post by Natasha Nechayev on Jul 29, 2005 5:24:11 GMT -5
(Sorry, AOL kicked me off...) Natasha grins and kisses Heikki on the cheek. Strangely, she is more happy about the idea than he is. Once they buy their picnic food and a blanket, they head into the park. "So... what will you do after college?"
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